#tw drug overdose

[evilpenguinrika]

Laurel Lyre Moodboard (a Candela Obscura character)

I finally finished creating the mood board for my character that I will be playing with my friends! If you wanna learn more, her bio is under the cut! It's a bit brief since I don't want to make it too long, but the more important beats are included!

Name: Laurel Lyre (born 楊小麗 / Siu Lai "Lorelei" Yeung) Age: 29 (born in 1883) Occupation: Performer - Magician/Illusionist Role: Face - Sweet Talk Specialty: Magician - The Prestige (change appearance)

Catalyst: Laurel joined Candela Obscura at 18 after witnessing her mentor shatter into glass fractals after touching a crystal pearl necklace.

Personality:

Laurel is showy and lives for the spotlight. She loves to perform tricks and wows the audience with her impeccable showmanship and sleight of hand. She's cunning, quick-witted, gregarious, confident, and assertive. But that’s Laurel--that’s her stage persona.

Lorelei is completely different. Lorelei is closed off, reserved, untrusting of others, and builds walls around her. She's self-serving and will do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means pulling others down.

She also has a bit of a saviour complex due to her past with her mother.

Background:

Lorelei grew up with a single mother, Shuyi (雪儀 Syut Yi) and lived in one of the speakeasies at the Red Lamp. Lorelei was like a daughter to the other workers and other girls at the speakeasy and always loved the atmosphere there.

One of the ladies--Caroline Salazar, would look after Lorelei when her mother was preoccupied. Auntie Caroline would teach the girl sleight-of-hand magic tricks to pass the time. But aside from learning illusory magic, Lorelei had real magick as well, though she never got a chance to fully utilize her inherent magickal abilities because her mother instinctually told Lorelei that magick was bad and to never use it again.

Growing up, Lorelei's mom had these grand delusions and unrealistic fantasies about their futures. She had instilled these ideals in Lorelei, and unfortunately, even instilled a saviour complex in the young girl. Lorelei was always told that she was going to save them, that once Lorelei's father saw her, he would immediately know she was his and would bring the two of them back with him to become a family.

Lorelei was eleven when she found her mother's dead body from a drug overdose.

Auntie Caroline adopted Lorelei soon after, but the transition was rough on the girl because she saw all the other Aunties as nothing but mean bullies who failed to save her mom. This also caused Lorelei to believe that she failed to save her mother. After all, her mother had told Lorelei she was going to save them both--that she was going to bring her father to them. But that was no longer going to happen because her mother was dead and Lorelei failed her.

Lorelei became more closed off and jaded to the rest of the world, always believing in the worst. Her idealized version of her mother slowly cracked away the longer she experienced the cruelty of reality, realizing that her mother's delusions of grandeur were nothing but childish fantasies that she never grew out of.

She got dragged into a few shady dealings and business after her mentor, Anna Margaret Moore saw potential in Lorelei. They did a few petty crimes, mostly stealing and reselling. But it wasn't until Anna Margaret saw Lorelei use magick for the first time did the older woman decided to use Lorelei even further. They were after a particular artifact of interest when they encountered members of the Red Hand. Lorelei used her magick to protect the two but accidentally incapacitated one of the Red Hand members. Anna Margaret ordered Lorelei to kill them but the teen refused as she never killed anyone before. Anna Margaret finished the job instead and found the artifact, a crystal pearl necklace. But when the woman touched it, she began to shatter like fragile glass and essentially died.

Not knowing what to do, Lorelei ran away.

[southernsolarpunk]

Uh so a girl I went to high school with who used to bully ppl died

[aswallowimprisoned]

Restless far from a Wine Dark sea - prewarmed blanket - Part 1 of Panaesthesia at the disco

Part 1 of 2

Tw drug/medication overdose, captivity, medical whump, injury, Dead Dove Jewish vampiric whumpee, restraints

RestlessffaWDs' timeline is going off piste for @medwhumpmay

No idea where this is meant to be in the timeline. But I like it.

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Nurse Brunel woke him. 

“Hey there Nathaniel.” Brunel’s voice was soft, “Your body temperature was just a bit low, so I am  just going to get you a blanket.”

Nathaniel tried to speak, but his lips hung loosely on his face.

His lips twisted down and his eyes pinched.

“It’s ok, it's ok” the nurse repeated, but clearly he could not know the tingling numbness that was climbing up Nathaniel’s arms. He was dimly aware that he was shivering.

“He’s conscious, but blood oxygen is far too low,” Brunel reached out to touch Nathaniel’s hand, but his fingers were curled around fabric and refused his order to unclench, “Cyanosis in the fingers and lips. It looks like a barbiturate overdose,” his speech quickened, “I need assistance, STAT, and an anesthesiologist to check their maths and work out whatever dose of flumazenil is going to stabilise him.” 

There was a clattering from beneath the bed, and Nathaniel’s head pulsed at the noise. Brunel’s hands blocked out the bright light for a moment, and Nathaniel snapped his teeth at them half heartedly, barely opening his mouth. Plastic was pressed around his nose and mouth, and suddenly his dragging breath seemed to amplify. 

He closed his eyes.

“Don’t go to sleep Fogal.” Brunel patted his cheek, “Come on, Fogal. Open your eyes.”

Nathaniel cracked his eyes open. Brunel looked concerned. 

“We'll get you feeling better in a moment. Come on and breath for me. In… and out…”

Nathaniel forced himself to follow along, but he was exhausted. He thought he might be shaking, but he couldn't be sure.

“You- hold his mask on, keep his head tipped back like this…” Brunel’s hands left Nathaniel’s head, only to be replaced by thick gloved hands. He closed his eyes again. “Adrenaline?-” Brunel spoke to someone Nathaniel couldn’t see, “- I have it here, going to go for the left upper arm” Brunel scrabbled for something attached to the bed above his head. “Fogal, there will be a sharp pain in your arm ok? Administering Epipen.”

Nathaniel barely felt the pain, but moments later the world shifted into sharp focus.

Oh Lord, he was dying wasn't he.

His eyes snapped open as he struggled weakly, trying to toss off the oxygen mask, but hands held his head firmly. There was someone all in black looming over him, grey eyes behind goggles. Nathaniel couldn't stop staring into them, pleading for mercy, begging for the feeling to go. Someone was whimpering. Nathaniel couldn't tell if it was him or not.

“Heart rate has increased, adrenaline bought us some time. Adjusting the bed to aid avoidance of hypotension.” Brunel spoke formally, almost brusk, before adding more softly, “Your head’s going to go down, ok?”

It took him a second to realise that he truly was falling backwards. He tried to writhe again, but his body wasn't responding.

“Keep breathing Fogal,” Brunel placed a hand on his shoulder, “In… and out…”

More people burst into the room at that point, a loud voice barking orders. He could almost feel the ghost sensation of people touching him. All he could see was the dark head of the guard looming above him, blurred through drugs and tears.

“...Flumazenil here, administering first dose to IV line...”

“...Body temperature has not risen to the mer standard for consciousness.”. 

“Brunel. Blankets. Get his body temperature up.” 

He was so scared. He was surrounded by strangers, drugged out of his mind and it took everything he had to just to keep breathing.

A blanket was put over him, blessedly preheated, and he could finally feel his skin.

“Fogal,” Brunel was addressing him, looming above him. Nathaniel stared up at him with wide eyes, tears gathering in the corners. “The medicine is going to start working in a minute ok? Anxiety is one of the side effects, but I promise you we are trying to help. I promise we want to make you feel well again.” He looked up to speak to the guard, “and it might make him vomit. Turn his head to the side if he does so he doesn’t choke.”

Then he disappeared back into the throng of senseless voices. Nathaniel watched the spot he left and the world swirled like a ship in a storm.

“2 minutes since flumazenil dose one. Administering dose 2 now.”

Nathaniel closed his eyes and focused on heaving in two large breaths. He tangled his fingers in the warmth of the blanket.

“...Heart rate is improving well. Body temperature rising. Check for bilateral pupillary reflex...”

“Keep your eyes open for me Fogal. I am going to flash a light in your eye…” The smooth tones of Dr Rana. Nathaniel blinked away moisture to look at the doctor. “Keep his O2 mask on firmly. I don't want to be bitten today.”

Bright light flashed into his vision. He screwed his eyes shut.

“Try keep your eyes open please.” The doctor's words were clipped, and Nathaniel reluctantly opened his eyes again, only to be subjected to the bright light again. “Pupils are dilated but even, and pupillary response is slow, but not dangerously so, as is response to verbal prompts.”  

Nathaniel blinked back more tears. He didn't understand what was going on. The guard holding his head shifted his thumb through Nathaniel’s hair. He let out a breathy appreciative trill. 

 Time shifted and dilated as Nathaniel tried to keep a single thought in his head.

Part 2

[kitsunerokko]

woke up from an overdose-induced hell sleep to find out cohost is shutting down so uh... back here, for my social media presence... what little of it there was

[ghostlyschizophrenic]

i'm in a weird mental state today. i woke up having a panic attack and that lasted like an hour, took 8mg of ativan to help get through it (yes i know i'm only supposed to take 1-3mg but i'm allowed to be proud that i didn't go over 10mg bc i literally calculate when i can overdose the most without running out of meds on my notion database) but it made me super loopy and tired but i wanted to actually do shit today so i walked to the supermarket a block away from my house and bought three cans of monster energy and a bottle of triple shot espresso and a bar of chocolate. i drank all the monsters and i'm almost done with my coffee. i'm not super jittery or excessively energetic, honestly i could still take a nap, but i'm not about to fall asleep on my feet. it just feels like half my brain is a magnet to sleepiness and the energy drinks are currently keeping it hostage. i definitely feel it, but there's a shield of monster around it lol

also i should probably eat something... it's 2pm and i only had the chocolate lol

[glitchytrait]

Whoever Loves Her Next - 02

*Trigger warning for mention of drug abuse*

The wait from finding out I was pregnant to getting on the plane was almost unbearable. The soonest flight out of Mason’s home in California wasn’t for another two days, and those two days were full of lies. To myself, my work, and probably worst of all - my parents. I promised them I’d be home after a week and a half of spending time with Mason, and now I was supposed to be exploring some sights for an extra two days. Instead, I’m flying to Florida where Harry has been on his songwriting retreat.

Thankfully, I had enough trust in our mutual friend Alex to tell me when it was best to come. I’ve known him for years, having met him back when Pink Nemesis was still together. It took Harry a while to introduce me to any of his fellow bandmates or staff, but he eventually caved and took me to see them for my birthday four years ago. Alex had been the one both Harry and I got along with the most, so it made sense that they’d still be working together even after the band split.

Things are so different now than they were then. It hurts somewhere deep in my chest to think back to last year and everything that happened leading up to the end of the band. It started with one of the members going to rehab for a drug overdose, and following more physical fights than I can count on one hand, the final nail in the coffin was Michael.

Because of what happened, nobody blamed Harry for not being able to pick himself back up and plaster a fake smile for concert after concert. Pink Nemesis breaking up was the last thing he wanted, but he had been the first one to suggest the idea. The rest of the members put up little resistance. After six years of constant albums and world tours, they were drained. And now, everyone who had been a part of the band was almost unrecognizable.

While one member returned to a life of working 9-5 and going to church on Sundays, another went solo almost immediately and crashed and burned. The third stayed somewhere in the middle of it all, collaborating with other artists here and there while also settling down with his soon-to-be wife. Then there was Harry.

After Michael, his only comforts were his guitar and bottles of alcohol. I can still remember all the countless times I tried to pull him out of it. Still hear me screaming at him to look at me. Still feel myself walking away from him when he probably needed it most.

As for me, I expected myself to be far from where I am now. After our breakup, I thought I would be out partying with friends until the sun came up.

I thought I would flirt with guys without a care in the world.

Hell, I even thought maybe I’d find a new fling.

But most importantly of all, I thought I’d learn to fall in love with being alive again.

But I hadn’t done any of that. Instead, I laid in my room crying my heart out when I thought of the fact that Harry and I were over. I remained jobless for over a month just so I could stay home doing nothing all day. I ignored my friends, my family, and the voice telling me that leaving Harry was a mistake.

All of these things had led to this moment. Stepping off the plane and into Alex’s awaiting arms, who is ready to wipe away the tears the moment they fall. I take advantage of the moment of peace being close to him, knowing that all hell would break loose the moment I saw Harry again.

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Medwhump May 2024

Day 7 - Unresponsive

TW: Ladywhump, drug use, drug overdose

@medwhumpmay

Erick never considered running away from Fetch. The closest he'd gotten to that train of thought was when he started doing his own jobs, making his own money, and wondering if he could earn enough to pay Fetch back... and then he met Lucy.

It had been...three years or so since Erick first "met" Fetch. He was eighteen now and a lot had changed. He had a lot more freedom, yet at the same time he didn't. Fetch helped him get his license, falsifying the paperwork with Tito's help. Before that he was teaching him how to steal cars, since you'd never know when you would need a vehicle in their line of work, and he let him keep one of the cars he stole instead of selling it.

So Erick had his own vehicle, but he wasn't allowed to take it out whenever he pleased. He had plenty of marketable skills to make money, but Fetch only allowed him to take simple assignments from Tito. Luckily, however, Tito paid and tipped well, and all he had to do was make deliveries.

He never asked about the contents of the packages he was paid to deliver, but the fact that he had to hide them in a compartment underneath his spare wheel told him everything he needed to know. Sometimes it was a single box for one address, and other times it was a box with many small packages for a bunch of people.

Over time, Erick began recognising names and addresses that were recurring, especially the smaller packages. One of them, he found particularly interesting. She was always at the end of his delivery rounds, so he could drop off her package after she got off work.

They met at her work address; a stripclub just off the highway in the middle of the city. Usually Erick would be early. He'd find a spot to park and then waited for her by the back entrance. If he was running late, she'd be waiting for him in her car in her usual parking spot right next to one of the last remaining working lampposts.

Today he was running late. One road was closed for construction and the other had a traffic accident. He really hoped she wouldn't mind the longer wait. She tended to get anxious when she had to wait too long, and that made him feel bad. To be frank, he didn't like delivering the likely contents of her packages to her in general, having seen from his other addresses what that could do to a person, and she was so nice, he thought she deserved so much better.

When he turned into the parking lot, he already recognised her car under the lamppost. A pale yellow hatchback that could honestly use a new paintjob, which she could probably never afford with her habit. Erick pulled into the parking bay next to her, the package safely tucked away in his pocket as he got out and reached for the door handle of the passenger's side of her car...but it didn't open.

"Luce, it's me," Erick said, knocking on the window.

Her name was actually Lucy, but Erick had always had the tendency to shorten people's names if he liked them — If they didn't mind, of course. And Lucy didn't seem to mind...nor did she seem to respond to his knocking.

Erick frowned, and peered through the window, cupping his hands around his eyes to be able to see into the dark car. Lucy was sitting in the driver's seat, blonde, wavy hair covering her face, her denim jacket just about one size too small to properly fit the hoodie underneath, and her short shorts barely hiding the line of work she was really in. But more importantly...she wasn't moving.

Erick moved to the other side of the car, hoping she was just sleeping and he just needed to be closer to wake her up. But as he peered through the driver's side window, Lucy suddenly convulsed. Erick's heart skipped a beat, and not in the fun way.

"Lucy?!" he yelled, slamming his hand on the window while trying to open her door, but she had locked all her doors, for safety probably, considering the environment. Erick cursed under his breath, running back to the trunk of his car and opening it. He lifted up his spare tire, pulling out the wrench underneath and hurried back to Lucy's car, using the wrench to break the passenger side window.

Once the glass gave out enough, he reached in and pulled on the interior handle, causing the door to unlock. He quickly yanked it open and crawled into the car to check on Lucy. He tilted her head back, swiping her hair out of her face. The interior light had turned on when he opened the door, giving him a better look at her face. Her lips were blue, and she didn't seem to be breathing.

"Jesus Christ, what did you take?" Erick muttered, shaking her shoulders a little in an attempt to wake her up. When that didn't work, he formed his hand into a fist and somewhat roughly rubbed the middle of her chest up and down, just like Fetch showed him when teaching him some first aid. When that didn't work, he put a hand on her throat to feel for a pulse, which was there, but she wasn't breathing.

He tilted her head back further, prying her mouth open and squeezing her nose shut. He took a deep breath, locking his lips over hers and breathing out. He sat back, giving her a chance to exhale and hopefully inhale on her own, but she didn't, so he helped her take another breath.

"Come on, Luce," he muttered, before trying a third time.

When he made it to ten, he paused briefly to pull out his phone, spamming the only number he had on speed dial and putting it on speaker before giving Lucy more breaths, checking her pulse again when a familiar voice rang out from his phone.

"You better have a damn good reason to call this late," Fetch grumbled.

"Uh yeah one of my clients overdosed, I think," Erick said, between rescue breaths, "she's not breathing!"

"The fuck are you calling me for? Call her an ambulance and get the hell out of there," Fetch said.

"If I leave her she'll die!" Erick said, sounding a bit out of breath at this point, "I'll get arrested if I call, don't I?"

"Not if you don't tell them anything incriminating," Fetch said, "there's this thing called Good Samaritan laws that should protect you. If you do get arrested, make sure they can't find your ID and when they offer you your one phone call, call Tito and he'll have your back since you're on his clock. Understood?"

"O-okay," Erick said. He couldn't help but to start feeling a bit nervous.

"When you call 9-1-1, tell them you you have a suspected overdose, the patient is unresponsive, and any other details you know about her; her name, estimated age, and if they need more they'll ask you," Fetch advised, "are you administering first aid?"

"I'm literally...breathing into her mouth," Erick said, "I dunno if she has...a good pulse...but there is one."

"Tell 'em that too," Fetch said, "I'm gonna hang up now. Don't wake me up when you get home."

Erick rolled his eyes, giving Lucy another breath before dialling 911 and putting his phone on speaker again as the operator responded. He continued to take care of her to the best of his abilities until the ambulance arrived, the EMTs making quick work of pulling Lucy out of the car and putting her on a gourney, managing to administer oxygen properly.

Erick stayed out of their way, hoping they wouldn't ask any questions beyond when he found her, what her state was then, and how long he'd been helping her. Luckily they didn't have the time to ask for details, having to rush her off to hospital, though Erick didn't exactly feel better as they left him alone in the parking lot after that.

He had no way to contact her, since all information always came through Tito, so he might never know what happened to her, unless...

He looked back inside her car, finding her keys in the contact and taking them out. He pulled out his phone and called a contact from a nearby garage for a tow truck. He did smash her window, so the least he could do was have it fixed for her. He left a note in the club's mailbox, asking them to tell Lucy where her car had been towed to, and when his contact came to pick it up, he asked him to let him know when the car had been picked up.

Hopefully at least that way he would find out one day whether she lived or not. He still felt like he should've done more, but after the tow truck drove off, there was literally nothing he could do but to drive home and wait for news...

OKAy so Erick is aged up in this fic because he doesn't meet Lucy before then (except in AU), but details. I whish I could showcase her better, but that would defeat the purpose of today's prompt.

This one's for the ladywhump enjoyers, even tho it's a lot from Erick's POV, but I was still really excited to write it because I too am guilty of not putting the girlies through it enough.

I might do more of these if inspiration strikes, so stay on the lookout ladywhump enjoyers 🙏

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5 times Arthurs kids died in his arms and 5 times he died in their arms and 5 times they all survived.

Arthur's kids dying:

Alfred dying for the first time. Arthur had been doting at a sick Al's bedside, holding his hand when Alfred takes his last breath. Arthur's siblings had never seen anything break Arthur as bad as that did. They had never heard anyone howl like that. Honestly...They probably had to sedate Arthur to get to Alfred to prep him to make the revival process easier because Arthur is not at all in his right mind (jumping off of I think myrddin-wylt with this idea).

I already did Matt dying in WW2 so...Let's say...Matthew dying of hypothermia after running away in the middle of winter. I've said this before, and I'll say it again, during Matt's childhood he blamed himself for Arthur and Allie arguing all the time. So there is a lot of runaway attempts from him. But his last attempt turned deadly. Arthur and Allie put aside their differences and go looking for him. They find the boy frozen after he failed to build himself a fire. Arthur does his best to try to warm him up, but by the time they get back to the house, Matthew is gone. Allie and Arthur get into another argument, blaming each other for Matthew's death. But then, they turn back to their lifeless little boy and agree that they both had a part to play and actually end up comforting each other in their own weird way as they wait for Matt to revive. From that day forth, they actually make an effort not to fight when Matthew is anywhere nearby.

I'm going to go into a bit more detail with Jack dying from a venomous animal. Arthur and Jack were out on a walk, Jack showing him around. they come across some sort of venmous animal. OH IDEA! The animal gets spooked and lunges at Arthur, but Jack pushes him out of the way and gets bit instead. Arthur almost breaks down in a panic. Because 1) He doesn't know how to treat this kind of thing and 2) It should have been him who protected Jack and got bit not his child. On the bright side, by the time this happens, he's witnesses Matt and Al die many, many times so he's kind of gotten used to it so he can actually be there and comfort Jack when he awakes again. Though it makes him sick thinking he's gotten "used" to it.

Zee was a bit of a toughy, but Zee dying from getting trambled badly after running into the middle of the road to save an animal. Arthur turned his back for a second and Zee was gone. First was the panic he had lost his child and then he saw the bloody mess in the middle of the street and everything froze for a moment. He wanted to curse out the driver, scream, shout and perhaps a younger version of him would have. But there was still a chance to save Zee so he jumps into action to get them to a doctor. But they're too late. At the very least, he gets to sing Zee off.

All 4 of them died at some point during WWI. Probably really made Arthur wonder if war really was all it was cracked up to be.

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Arthur Dying

Arthur dying in Matthew's arms during or slightly after the Revolutionary War. I'm leaning more towards the war is wrapping up and Arthur has lost and he's delivered a deadly blow while stricken by rage and grief. Matthew finds him just as Arthur's fading. The last thing Arthur sees is Matthew running towards him.

Arthur dying during the Blitz. Matthew rushing to England because his siblings are busy on different fronts but they're bombing the island and they can't bear to leave their dad alone. He arrives only to find Arthur is missing. Eventually he's found amongst the rubble, alive, but barely so, just long enough to be reunited with Matthew. Even after he gets revived, things aren't looking good. My history class about the period actually said, for a moment it looked like Britain would fall and if it wasn't for the decision to direct German attacks to focus more on Russia (which gave Britain time to recuperate and gather themselves) the outcome may have been much different. So Arthur thinking he's going to lose, possibly die for real. Jack and Zee sneaking off and coming to visit in the aftermath though unlike Matt who got himself assigned to the same front as Arthur, Jack and Zee had to return to other fronts eventually, but seeing his kids livened Arthur's spirits a bit

I can't think of the context for this but Alfred having to deal with Arthur dying on his own without Matt being there to take charge. Like this is long after the revolution, but Al and Art's relationship is still strained. Something happens causing Arthur's death, and Alfred is the only one visiting/around. And he just freezes for a moment, not knowing what to do. In the end, he just brings Arthur to bed, tries to remember what Arthur had done for him when he died and does his best. It's awkward when Arthur comes back, but there is also a warm feeling between them because they both realize just how much they still care for each other.

Again, can't think of the context, but Jack and Zee witnessing Arthur die when they were kids. Zee is bawling, and Jack has to step up as the oldest (the whole time he's wishing Matt was there), but they get Arthur home, Jack tries to remember what Arthur and Matt taught them to make the revival process as comfortable as possible and they get through it. Their very shaken after it all. When Arthur comes to he sees the two of them huddled together next to him in bed and it's clear they've been crying.

Warning this last one is really sensitive. I got kind of nervous about adding this, but I think it's the best example of all the kids coming together to witness Arthur's death.

5. Arthur ODing in the 80s. I've said it a few times before but I think Arthur hits a very bad patch after the world wars. He's traumatized from the events of those wars and his empire that kept him protected, that gave him a purpose is crumbling. And he's realizing just how many fucked up things he did and his insecurities catch up to him. A perfect storm for a downward spiral. There is some delay to the worst of it as he helps Ludwig back onto his feet, but by the time the 70s hit he's going down. Drugs, alcohol, barely sleeping, not really caring about what he eats.

Matthew is the first to notice the rising issues and gathers his siblings to do something to stop Arthur before he becomes an even greater danger to himself. Alfred's got his own issues going on finding himself in the role of super power around the same time Arthur's power began to diminish. Jack isn't willing to believe it. And Zee...Well...they want to help but they're so far away. Eventually Matt gets everyone on board and they go to meet Arthur together. But they come to find Arthur on the floor choking in his London flat.

Alfred fumbles for his cell, Matthew is on the floor beside Arthur trying to figure out what happened, Jack and Zee are frozen in horror, Jack trying to comfort his younger sibling. Before they can get him to the hospital, he's gone.

And the reset is hard. That damages your brain after all. So for a few months, all the siblings agree to stay with their dad as his body recovers.

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And then they all survived. I'm sorry...I was running low on ideas so I could only come up with 3.

WWI. It was rough, even on Arthur who had been in many wars. But never like this. And Arthur had to watch his children become proper soldiers, scared that they would lose themselves like Arthur had in the past. But they didn't, not fully at least. There may have been some deaths along the way, but they came out the other side victorious.

WW2. It was rocky at the start. Arthur had lost all hope in the darkest days, but his children fought, his people fought and he came out the other side with his family.

The turbulence following the wars. With Alfred rising in his power and taking on the role of superpower and Arthur's empire crumbling, both were not in the best place mentally. There were probably some moments where their mental health struggles were winning and almost cost them their lives, but with the support of their family and other loved ones they were able to get to a better place. There are still bad days, but they're no longer a danger to themselves.

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OH OH TELL US ABOUT MUSIC THAT YOU RELATE TO GANONDORF

Oh I'd love to! What a fantastic question, I am a big music buff and this sort of thing is right up my alley. I have a character playlist that is, admittedly, still very much under construction, but I will absolutely pull a couple of songs that really hit that "Ganondorf" vibe for me!

The first song is Long Gone Day by Mad Season. While it seems to be a mournful song about losing lovers and regretting one's actions, some of the lyrics really seem to apply to Wind Waker Ganondorf, specifically his mood and overall melancholy tone. How, in Wind Waker, while he hasn't given up on his mission, he mourns the losses he and his people have incurred and how the amount of time he's wasted has delivered him nothing but a world he doesn't even recognize because it has completely moved on without him. All he has left are his memories.

So much blood, I'm starting to drown It runs from cold to colder. Time to time, the skies run down And help me lose my way Tears and lies for answers You and open veins, God knows I'm gone Girl I just want you to come on down... [...] See you all from time to time Isn't it so strange how far away we all are now? Am I the only one who remembers that summer? Oh-whoa, everyday each time a place was saved The music that we made, the wind has carried all of that away Long Gone Day... Who ever said we'd wash away with the rain?

Another song that reminds me of Ganondorf is The Package by A Perfect Circle. This is a song about a drug addict who is willing to go to any length to get what he wants. This includes lying to people, and pretending to be their friend in order to get what he ultimately wants. This is definitely familiar to Ocarina of Time's Ganondorf, who does just this very thing: he puts on a friendly act and he gains the trust of those he wishes to manipulate just so that he can get his hands on the Triforce.

Clever got me this far Then tricky got me in Eye on what I'm after I don't need another friend Smile and drop the cliche 'Til you think I'm listening Take just what I came for Then I'm out the door again Peripheral on the package Don't care to settle in Time to feed the monster I don't need another friend Comfort is a mystery Crawling out of my own skin Just give me what I came for Then I'm out the door again Lie to get what I came for Lie to get just what I need Lie to get what I crave Lie and smile to get what's mine [...] Give this to me! Mine, mine, mine! Take what's mine!

Another song that makes me think of Ganondorf is Would? by Alice in Chains. This song is actually about the late singer, Andrew Wood (note the homophone), the frontman for the band "Mother Love Bone". Unfortunately Andrew tragically lost his life from a heroin overdose, and this song is kind of an angry song intended to address the judgement that was aimed at Andrew Wood after his cause-of-death was released to the public. While I don't really apply this song to any specific Ganondorf I can more see it fitting the concept OF Ganondorf in general: he is this angry, ongoing soul that continues his conquest despite what it has earned him, and more importantly, despite how far away it has placed him from his people -- the very thing he was looking to save by beginning this mission of his in the first place. He is completely ruled by his greed, his interest in the Triforce, and he's lost so much as a result. The cycle always continues and it continues to take and take from him, but he still continues to justify himself despite what time, and his greed, has stolen from him. He tries to reason that his interests align with the Gerudo, but do the Gerudo even support him anymore?

Know me, broken by my master Teach thee, on child of love hereafter Into the flood again Same old trip it was back then So I made a big mistake Try to see it once my way Drifting body, it's sole desertion Flying not yet, quite the notion [...] Am I wrong? Have I run too far to get home? Have I gone? Left you here alone If I would, could you?

And finally, one more song that reminds me of Ganondorf! This one is Burden in my Hand by Soundgarden! This is a song about someone "sitting in the dirt". A destitute man who is coming to terms with the fact that he has murdered his girlfriend and while he knows he should be regretful, he just isn't. To me, this song seems to reflect how Ganondorf must have been feeling about Nabooru as the rift in their relationship began to occur. I know not everyone does, but I like to ship the two! I like to think that before Ganondorf lost his mind, the two were a couple and Nabooru got to watch first-hand as Ganondorf started to transform into something unrecognizable. She watched as he went from a King who was actively involved with his people, to someone that didn't give a flying fuck because his interests were elsewhere. We do know that she rejected his leadership and fled to the Desert Colossus, where Ganondorf eventually caught up with her and forced her to continue to support his exploits, through forced brainwashing. This song definitely hits that spot for me, and seems to tell the story of where Ganondorf was emotionally while this dysfunction in what little was left of their relationship was occurring. She stopped being a person to him, just a pain in the ass, and thus an object to break.

Follow me into the desert As thirsty as you are Crack a smile and cut your mouth And drown in alcohol Cuz down below the truth is lyin' Beneath the river bed So quench yourself and drink the water that flows below her head. Oh no! There she goes! Out in the Sunshine! Sun is mine The Sun is mine! I shot my love today Would you cry for me? I lost my head again Would you lie for me? Close your eyes and bow your head I need a little sympathy! Cuz fear is strong and love's for everyone Who isn't me Kill your health and kill yourself And kill everything you love And if you live you can fall to pieces and suffer with my ghost! It's just a burden in my hand It's just an anchor in my heart It's just in a tumor in my head And I'm in the dark I left her in the sand, just a burden in my hand I lost my head again, would you cry for me?

Aaaand yeah! Here's some songs that I relate to Ganondorf! I dunno if you guys see things the way I do, but I definitely had a blast writing this out and sharing it all with you folks. It kept my mind off of my toothache, so thank you so much anon for the opportunity!! :)

[i-am-the-hero-alfred-jones]

Hey, Hazbin Fandom! Do you feel like crying tonight?!

Great! Then imagine Angel Dust singing this while he's dying from an overdose in an alley!

Oh, and feel free to imagine Valentino overhearing this and hiring him! :)

Enjoy your tears!

[solaaresque]

oh my god i’ve taken a combination of multiple pills over thr past three days that i wouldn’t rven be surprised if i ended up killing myself 😭😭

[idv-fifis-toybox]

Inked Lies

FEATURING: Romero Gray, Christopher Prince, Astrid Carter

Greed drove a nobleman to expose an unprepared town to drugs for his own profit. When both his best friend and lover finally put the pieces together, he had no choice but to eliminate them. He hired a hitman against his lover, and drove his best friend to suicide via overdose. Now, he comes to the manor, but not without having to confront his past.

[drpepper280]

(Not so) Fun Fact:

TW: Suicide mention

We used to have big bottles of pain killers available in the UK, but there was a lot of suicides via overdose, and it was determined through studies that suicides via overdose often turned out to be impulsive, so they introduced blister packs, where even if you buy a box of 98 from a pharmacy, you have to pop each pill individually. This gives people the chance to back out and think and reconsider their actions. Doing this caused a severe drop in suicide attempts.

wait americans can just. buy massive bottles of ibuprofen what the fuck

[ghostlyschizophrenic]

tw for under the “read more”: self harm relapse, drug use/abuse. no images just me talking really openly about them. open at your own risk.

i had my biggest self harm incident since i started 10 years ago. i realized a few months ago that i could buy a bunch of real blades and refills at the dollar store instead of breaking apart cheap razors from walmart and i kinda stored it away in my mind for future reference. to everyone else in my life i look like im the best i have been in years, which psychosis wise is true, but my impulsivity, my urge to harm myself, and my lack of self control are really taking over my life

i took 31 mg of ativan in 2 1/2 days. and just now i bought the blades and ive cut deeper than i ever had. my upper arms are totally wrapped in gauze and bandages after i cleaned them and put antibiotic cream on them. i honestly got a bit dizzy from the blood loss (nothing too bad, i just had to drink some water after). and i wish i felt guilty. i just wanna do it again and i can’t wait to move out in december because i can do it without sneaking around so much

i’m currently getting high on my indica vape stick bc i only have a certain amount of ativan before i can get a refill so im saving it for a few 8-12mg bits of numbness until october 23.

how do you tell people that a huge reason you’re excited to live on your own is that you can finally self destruct and your parents will be a 3hr drive away and can’t stop you

[the-beastlands-craze]

i really feel like overdosing. i have 500 xylitol mints, will that do the job?

[starseneyes]

The Ache of Memory - For Andy

A few days ago, I looked at my Facebook memories and scrolled idly through the comments. My computer had died completely beyond repair, so in January of 2014, I bought my first computer.

Yes, I had computers before then, but I had never bought my own. I'd been blessed to receive handmedowns from folks around me, and once during University, my father even bought me a brand new one.

So, at nearly 30, I was excited to finally buy my own computer. I recorded a ridiculous video about it and posted it. And as I randomly swiped through the comments, not even knowing why I was doing it, I spotted one that made my breath catch.

It was from Andy. Andy Beck. My middle school best friend who would be gone a month later.

I moved away at 16, leaving behind the few friends I had. Most of them fell away long before high school, and while Andy and I weren't as close as we once were, we still loved each other.

Middle School was the height of our friendship. We slipped away at lunch time to eat in this weird, hidden alcove. It took almost a year before we were caught by the same teacher twice.

Yes, we would feign ignorance every time. We just didn't want to have to eat inside! It was cramped and smelled of soured milk and fried okra (which is one of my least favorite things).

So, while everyone else filed dutifully into the lines to the cafeteria, we slipped off to our hideaway.

Once, we got caught in the rain during one of those lunches and got soaked. When we arrived to English class, Ms. Hardy simply sighed at the sight of us. We were grinning ear-to-ear as water dripped down our faces.

Andy and I wrote poetry together, shared in sleepovers, and I even spent a whole day with her in Raleigh while her father worked and sent us off with enough money for lunch and to do whatever while he attended meetings.

Every class project we shared—because we shared most of our classes—with a favorite being our road trip binder project onto which we attached a pair of my yellow socks for a loose Curious George tie-in. No, I don't remember why. Yes, it was Andy's idea.

The other favorite was the Marie Curie presentation. One of us had to be a wax statue and the other presented. Of course, Andy resembled Curie more, and I was happy to present.

We rigged a light into our set-up and speech with a cue word I spoke as wax figure Andy moved her finger a fraction to activate the light. It was so much fun watching people try to decipher how we did it.

We both hated school spirit, but somehow convinced each other to do our eighth grade spirit week together, including "twin day". Why was this particularly hilarious? Andy and I looked nothing alike. So, we wore variations on the same outfit, and they couldn't exclude us from the photos because we technically followed the rules.

We were troublemakers, but only mild trouble. Nothing severe.

We would pass notes to each other, and before the move (where a lot of keepsakes were lost), I still had a shoe box filled with notes from Andy the GREAT! That was how she signed her notes. And she was great.

And seeing that comment the other day crashed into me with a million memories. While we kept up with each other online, most of our chats were on MySpace, and I long ago lost access to mine when my email was hacked. So, little comments like these are some of the last living touches of our friendship.

It's all the harder with Cheryl gone. Andy and Cheryl grew up in the same neighborhood. We had a lot of the same classes together. And I have so many pictures of the pair of them that I took with my little disposable, film camera.

Gosh, these photos are grainy. But I treasure them, all the same.

This is what she wrote to me in our 8th grade yearbook. Now, we didn't actually have eighth grade yearbooks because there was some problem with the school. So, we all got together and made makeshift ones.

Andy and Cheryl taking over the universe. They could've done it. They really could have.

Two Big Things that Hit Hard

I attended Andy's funeral in Wilmington, North Carolina with my husband, Matthew. My friend Cheryl offered to drive down with us, but I was secretly eight weeks pregnant with twins, so we really wanted to ride just the two (er... four) of us.

The service was lovely, and it was the first time I'd seen Andy's older sister, Kelsey, in forever. I hadn't seen most of the folks from back when since I was 15 and I was nearly 30.

I stood in line to greet Andy's father, to tell him how sorry I was for his loss. I thought of how to introduce myself, since I was only a part of Andy's life in-person from 1996-2000. It was 2014. It had been a long time.

Mr. Beck finished speaking with the person in front of me, and as they moved on, his eyes fell to me. Three things happened I never could have anticipated—his eyes widened as he smiled, he reached down to hug me, and he breathed my name with joy as he did. I can still hear it in my head.

You don't know the impact you have on a life. I knew what Andy meant to me. I don't know if I ever knew what I meant to her. But in that moment, I knew I'd left a mark, somehow, and it was comforting to know.

The other thing happened before the funeral—on the night Andy OD'd.

See, I had a policy back then that if someone was having a bad day, I gave them space. This was informed by my childhood. If you've read any of my posts, you know it wasn't the greatest.

So, giving space was the best way to get through when the adult in my life had a bad day. Engaging only led to you becoming the new lightning rod onto which bolts of hate were spewed.

That night, I saw Andy's post go up in real-time. I still remember part of it, "For every one step forward I take two steps back". I thought about messaging her, but decided to give her space. Let her work through it.

And by morning she was gone.

That changed everything for me in how I approached those hurting around me. It changed everything. Because, I realized I will never know if reaching out might have spared Andy her fate, but I will wonder the rest of my life.

So, the next time I saw someone hurting, I reached out. It was a friend I hadn't spoken to in ages, but I saw their post show up in real-time and messaged immediately. We chatted for over an hour.

She was so low and depressed. She was so lost. And I just stayed there online with her, messaging and chatting and being a virtual ear for her. I let her decide when the conversation was over, and as we said goodnight, I whispered into my quiet house, "For Andy."

The next morning came, and my friend messaged me. She was doing much better and wanted me to know how much it helped. I will never know if I could have helped Andy, but that night I did help someone else. I was there for them when no one else was, and it helped.

So, if you've ever wondered why I'm the first to respond to every heartache I see, to every loss or disappointment... it's because I want to help.

That night when Andy posted, I thought I was helping by giving her space. Now, I know better. I know to offer myself. And if someone says no, that's perfectly fine. But if they say yes, I know that's one more person I can help in this world.

Andy, I miss you ferociously. You were a force of nature, one of the most creative souls I've ever known, and the glue that held my Middle School experience together. There's so much I wouldn't have gotten through without you.

But your legacy lives on, Andy. In your child. And in the impact you had on us all. I will never ever forget you.

And you. Yes, you, reading this. Don't ever underestimate the impact you have on another life just by being who you are.

You are made of stardust and dream stuff, and I am in awe of you. Get out there and shine, because somebody's life will be touched by your light, and it will be all the better for it.

Mine is forever brighter because I knew Andy.