#tw: od mention

[yearningfortheend]

...Note to self: don't try overdosing on morphine.

Nothing feels real anymore.

[incorrectly-quoting-murderdrones]

Lizzy: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Uzi: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD’d in their own pool. Big difference.

[pistachi0art]

doesn’t matter anymore 💊

[dumbnotstupidfuck]

my fave way to put the canon dynamics of husk & alastor and val & angel into a human au is alastor and val stepping into their respective situations and essentially saving their lives

alastor steps in when husk gambles away his money and fails to repay the debt he owes a mobster and val finds the disowned black sheep of a mob family coked out in a gutter on the verge of an od.

instead of any kind of literal contract, angel and husk just have to live with the fact that these two horrible people saved their lives and will hold it over them forever

[morganinez]

**long Rp entry**

Yes, Morgan has asked for him to come over. And yes, he's promised that he was on the way. He's also promised to look after Morgan. But sometimes, having the double identity as a superhero, means that you have to push back promises a little. He even thought about texting Morgan that he'd be late, or to apologize for canceling. But judging by the time, he could reasonably claim that he got held up by traffic, or by an attempted train robbery.. Whatever sounds more believable in Gotham yeesh.

All this to say, Conner knew he was late. But he was here *now* and he was planning to make the most of what time they have left of the day, to be honest, he's still not sure what's really up. That cryptid request from Jacyn sounded more serious than a twisted ankle, or maybe Tim's paranoia is just rubbing off on him.

Conner knocked on Morgan's door. And waited. And waited. And knocked some more. "Mo?" he called from outside. "Morgan? I'm sorry I'm late, I got heldup on the way. Can you open the door?" he asked again, louder this time. And nothing. And suddenly, Conner had this sinking feeling, and twisted the knob open himself, with no care to the finger-shaped dents he left behind.

"Morgan!?"

@conner-kent-central

Morgan’s tired.

She had never been tired like this before and Morgan doesn’t know what to do. Things happened, more issues were formed, and everything just started to spiral down too fast, she couldn’t control it.

And Morgan threw out her meds out impulsively. She doesn’t need it. It doesn’t work.

Running away and going out as Carnival was her form of escape. When she twisted her ankle, she lost that.

At worst, she thought she might fall back into bad habits. Not feel empty as she sat in her bedroom everyday. Morgan had never felt so trapped in her own safe space before and it was the worst feeling she could feel, she wished to scratch it away.

And sleeping was getting harder to reach.

Ani and Vice were over at some point, Morgan thought they could ease her. It wasn’t help but it was company while Jacyn her moms were away. It didn’t help. Conner was her last try, he was supposed to come over like Jacyn promised but he never came like Jacyn did.

It wasn’t intentional, she supposed. One pill to help to sleep. One more for good measure. But sleep never came. And Morgan was tired, she just wanted to rest and she was desperate.

By the time Conner came, Morgan was far from conscious and her heart beat was too slow.

[phrowog]

yeah buddy you know it

twst x twins in paradise babyyyyy

ive had this idea in my head for such a long time its insane

[TW FOR DRUG OVERDOSE AND IMPLIED ATTEMPTED SUICIDE]

[silverisafukintrainwreck]

every class of 09 dialogue ever

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

Tw for mentions of drugs and ODS

I can see Pony eventually having kids, like having a whole house or something in his twenties, like twentie two, like I mean young. I can see him having a daughter, two years old, he wouldn't be a BAD father, no he beoukd be a pretty good one, but he still has a lot, I mean ALOT of issues. I feel like genuinely the aspirin abuse would lead to more. Since its a gateway to more hardcore drugs, he would obviously keep this, secrete from Darry, and Soda because you know both them would lose there shit, he would hide them or try and get them to a different place when they came to visit. Which wasn't very use full since Darry loved Suprise visits. He hid the drugs decently from his daughter, but would talk to her like tell her what to do during an Od and wouldn't use them in front of her, but he would be assleep, and Darry would come over to visit and talk with his daughter ( he loved his daughter sm that had the silliest bond.) but I mean that man left like a pill or something out and darry asked what it was and she gave him a whole musical number, because she's like 2 (something like this PSA. https://youtu.be/OpTKdu3s_Fs?si=aMZAzEXMYZoQR-ZU ) and oh my god that man would freak, and be mad but mostly be concerned about his daughter first. (he's not abusive no absoulty not, he treats his daughter lovely, and loves her so much.) and then ask about pony, and she wouldn't lie. Believe me when that man woke up Darry had raided the whole house.

DAMNNN THAT PSA WAS CRAZY

but no fr tho pony has such an addictive personality and there's no way that his constant reliance on both cigarettes and aspirin wouldn't end up leading to something more if no one was able to catch on to it soon enough. and pony LOVES his daughter but he just doesn't know how to cope properly after years of relying on substances to deal with his issues. 100% darry would be freaking tf out when he finds out about pony doing drugs AND about his daughter having to know what to do if anything goes wrong. especially because darry knows what it's like to lose parents, and he can't see how after everything, after all of the pain of losing their mom and dad, that pony could still risk losing his life and depriving his daughter of a parent. that's what makes darry the angriest about the situation, is that pony is risking putting his daughter in the same situation he had to suffer through as a child (and, darry thinks to himself (though he feels a little selfish about the thought later), that if pony dies, darry will be stuck having to take care of another child that isn't his). when darry confronts pony it's one big mess, with screaming and crying, and pony tries to explain to darry that the whole reason he taught his daughter what to do in case something goes wrong was so that there was less of a chance of pony dying and his daughter having to go through that. in pony's mind, this is perfectly reasonable, but it only makes darry angrier.

i like to think that with darry and soda's help, pony was eventually able to stop doing drugs and to realize how much pain he would have put both his daughter and his brothers through if anything happened to him

[trimalchiooframshackle]

Ever wonder how in the hell Jay's death goes? well do I HAVE A STORY FOR YOOUUUU!!! INTRODUCING HIS NEW CAUSE OF DEATH WOAH!!!! !

TW: Alcohol abuse, Drug abuse, suicide/suicidal tendencies, self harm, overdose mention, gore, ???

Quick note?? All of this is canon, yes he dies like this ;P LOLZIES!!!!! ALso if its all over the place i apologize i am fighting a moth while writing this /srs kinda curious to know how anyone reacts to it, so... if you wanna put that down or make a post go for it, honestly im kinda considering having this be my closing post but idk yet lol </3

The sound of a gunshot can never be heard over crowds laughing and music blasting. Fireworks in the air, water from the pool splashing... The loud BANG deaf to everyone's ears. How could we know that? The only way it was learned was finding the body of Mr. Jay Gatz. In the highest point of his manor, overlooking the crowd below...

Let's start from square one.

Jay felt... Unwanted. Alone, if you will. As a man who's built himself and his business up only for the sake of overthrowing others, he wasn't the most enjoyed man around. Normally he would've handled this by now. The dread, the self pity, everything he had thought about himself was always kept inside. Why not now? Standing alone, pathetic... In the office he had to himself. Bookcases covering the walls of obscure novels that he hasn't even read, a desk holding messy stacks of various papers, making him feel even worse about himself. A never ending ringing phone before he cut it, the gusts of wind blowing from the outside rustling against the curtains behind him. What a pitiful life.

An outsider. That's all he was, wasn't he? Standing up on that balcony of his, absent to anyones attention besides the solemn glow of the moon above him, and even that was leaving him soon. The fireworks lit up the mansion, the people below, the water, and the champagne bottles crashing and being tossed around to be used. He lit a cigarette, holding it for just a moment then he took a drag.

...After another drag, and another, and another... He put out the cigarette... On his own arm. He winced at the burning feeling against his skin, but another scar wouldn't hurt... Right? Scars were littered all over his body anyway, just another part of him to be ruined. He lit another cigarette then walked inside to grab a bottle of vodka from his own personal storage of alcohol. Never touched unless he was feeling more pathetic than other nights.

Ha, maybe this time he can drink himself to death. Or maybe Perkins will call the ambulance again. Jay hoped to whatever god there was above he wouldn't survive this time. His shaky hands moved to the bottle, bringing it up to his lips before pausing. A week of sobriety.

...He can restart another day. Or in another life, perhaps.

He took a drink. The burn of the alcohol going down his throat being a feeling of discomfort but satisfaction was one that he had somehow managed to miss. Gatz went back out to the balcony, drinking away his sorrows before he couldn't even find himself having any emotion anymore. The rich man could barely hear the knocks at the door, let alone the sound of a man calling for his name.

Soon enough, the door opened unbeknownst to Jay. The only thing that managed to get his attention was a quiet voice coming from the darkened room, lit by only one light. But now... There was another. Then another light on as the person flicked on the light switches. ...Perkins.

➳ ❜ Ah, Jay! I was worried about you, sir! Are you doing alright up here? It's quite... Quiet up here. ❛

No response. Jay turned back to stare into nothing.

➳ ❜ Oh, I see... Maybe you should sit down, I can grab you some tea and- ...Well, maybe not any medicine, I don't want to... Let that happen again. ❛

It wasn't needed to be discussed anymore, it was obvious Perkins was referring to the prior... Attempts Jay had made. In an attempt, Perkins had tried his best to hide anything that Jay could use to end things. As of now, it was working. With a slow approach, Perkins had walked over to Jay. Placing down the lantern he held with a small blow to put it out, he found himself standing next to his boss. Or, rather, his semi-adopted son.

The silence felt like a million years. Perkins, thinking of how to approach this properly, feeling the fatherly need to sit there and just be someone for Jay to lean on, but he knew it wasn't a night for that. All he knew is that he could NEVER leave Jay alone in a state like this. He heard a small mutter of a sob coming from next to him.

╰┈➤ ❜ ...Perkins... Can we go inside? ❛ 

➳ ❜ Of course my boy. ❛

Jay tiredly swung his arm around Perkins shoulders as he got guided back into the office, letting the shorter man take the vodka from his bruised and shaky hand. Within the next minute or so, he found himself sitting in the rather comfortable office chair he had right infront of his desk. Almost immediately he put his arms down on the desk and put his head down on them, shielding his face in some form of fear of what'll happen next.

➳ ❜ Jay- ❛

╰┈➤ ❜ You can leave now Perkins. ...I'm fine on my own. ❛ 

➳ ❜ I'm worried, my boy. I can't just leave you like this. Not because it's my job but it's because I care- ❛

Jay's body tensed. Perkins froze as he could practically feel the cold emotion that came from the man right next to him.

╰┈➤ ❜ You don't have to lie to me, Perkins. ❛ 

Silence. Jay thought he had left, but he hadn't. When Jay lifted up his head he saw Perkins sitting quietly next to him. ...Looks like he's here for a while.

╰┈➤ ❜ ...Am I gonna be left alone forever, Perkins? ❛ 

➳ ❜ Oh- of course not! You have plenty of people who would love to be around you - ❛

╰┈➤ ❜ ...Then why has everyone left me? ...Everyone except you. I can't keep being alone like this. ❛ 

➳ ❜ I know, I know... And I'm not getting any younger... But trust me, I won't leave you all alone. You don't deserve that. ❛

╰┈➤ ❜ ... ❛ 

Jay stood up, then went to grab another bottle of vodka. Perkins got up to take the bottle, only for Jay to look down with a look he has only seen a few times. He was desperate for some form of numbing. ...Perkins sighed. He held up a single finger to signal he can only have one glass.

Jay agreed.

He got the glass and drank it quickly as if it were medicine. And it has been his medicine. Ever since he was younger, more vulnerable. Manipulated, oblivious, it's always been his escape.

╰┈➤ ❜ ...If I were to give you the rest of my wealth, would you let me die? ❛ 

Silence. Shock. A beat went by.

➳ ❜ Of course not. I wouldn't let you die at all. ❛

╰┈➤ ❜ Oh. ❛ 

Jay was quiet again. He exhaled and took a drag of the cigarette he had lit earlier. Blowing it out, he looked to the floor with some thought. Jay then opened a drawer in the desk, rummaging around then he let a metal item clatter into the desk.

A gun.

Perkins froze. He took a step forward and Jay put his hand on the gun. Not as a warning to Perkins, but to himself. The blond male slowly picked it up and showed that it was loaded.

╰┈➤ ❜ I was told I needed therapy. You know, I think I’m too far gone. What’s the point of it if im just a lost cause? I’ve been crying and telling too many people my sob story. At this point this… This is better. ❛

➳ ❜ No you’re not too far gone, Jay. …Put down the gun, okay? We can talk about this- ❛

The now slowly breaking millionaire then stood up sharply, stepping back. He took the gun along with him. Then… He snapped. Immediately bursting into tears, he found himself breaking every pushing second. His hands shaking more, he held the gun up to his own head.

╰┈➤ ❜ Talk about what, Perkins? How long have you tried to help me? I’ve been nothing but a waste of time, and god… God I BET if I just- if I just SHOT myself RIGHT NOW, NOBODY OUT THERE WILL HEAR OR CARE, RIGHT?! Who’d go to my funeral? You? Who else? Huh? ❛

Silence. Perkins simply walked over and hugged Jay, catching him off guard. Jays body tensed up again, trying to find a way to keep his composure but failing miserably. The gun slightly moved away from his head, then it sharply went back.

One last exhale, and one last sentence.

╰┈➤ ❜ If you want me to live another day, I need you to start running. Get to the nearest phone. ❛

God, why was he doing this? Why was he trying to help himself? He knew he’d die by then. Somehow, Perkins listened and immediately rushed to the nearest phone only to see Jay had cut the line, then opened the door to go outside. Jay stared.

The door closed, leaving Jay alone.

…Then the gun went off.

Silence. Darkness. Not a feeling. Just… emptiness.

When the paramedics got there Jay was already as dead as can be as he laid in Perkins arms. He had staged it as a murder, writing to Perkins in a final note to never specify it was suicide, but say it was homicide. The people wouldn’t care how he died.

The sight was grim. His only butler making an effort to help, holding him up as if he were still going to live. It was a desperate attempt, really, like a father begging to bring his son back from the dead. The once lively millionaire deceased, his body tense and the blood and brain matter pooling from his head onto the fur rug he had died on. His eyes were still open, only this time they were a monotone and distant blue with less saturation than ever. His skin was pale, suit tattered most likely from the fall. The cigarette lay on his hand, slowly burning at the skin. As he lay there, people were crowded around. Some were investigators, others were people who simply wanted to see. Others taking photos to post on the papers as soon as possible.

…And now Perkins was left to handle the rest of the work Jay had set up.

[corpses-cant-say-no]

i wanna feel my brain melt inside of my skull i want to burn alive or pass out or foam at the mouth

[mikosocute]

"who is/are your bestfriend/s?" my box cutter, the knife in the kitchen, pills, cough syrup, and my stuffed toys!! ^_^

[sw-x-rm]

this feels like every dph overdose I've experienced multiplied by 10 holy fucking shit

minus the crippling anxiety but like it's still bad

[local-lover-boy]

*whilst sobbing and on the verge of ODing* ... Did I do my math homework???

[emohorseboy]

If one more person/post tells me to take my meds i am going to take all of them

[placebo-ambrosia]

Is this anything fight club nation

[theseance444]

“i heard the nurses talking in the corridor.” @accordedxneautralxterritory

TW: addiction, overdose, medical stuff.

@accordedxneutralxterritory

It had been a rough night. At least, that's what it felt like. Mouth dry, head aching, stomach churning, Klaus couldn't remember much of the night before--just going to the club on his day off, meeting up with a dealer. The pills he'd gotten must've been laced with something else, something far too strong. The last thing he remembered was popping those damn pills.

Diego had already come by to lecture him, called as his emergency contact. But they'd gotten into an argument, as Klaus was not in the mood, and Diego left, saying he'd be back when Klaus got his head out of his ass. Fair enough.

As soon as Klaus got his phone back, he was texting Jo, saying he might not make it to work tonight. He'd had an "accident" that landed him in the hospital, he'd explained, keeping it purposefully vague. But he should've known Jo would come.

Gaunt and pale, with an IV and wires stuck to his chest under the hospital gown, Klaus didn't want her to see him like this. But before he knew it, the door was being pushed open.

"I heard the nurses talking in the corridor."

Whatever weak joke he was about to make immediately fell flat. She knew it wasn't some vague "accident", but an overdose. Klaus grimaced, not looking her in the eye as shame blossomed in his chest.

"Oh...hey Jo," he rasped, trying and failing to sound casual. "Sorry, I uh, I think I gotta call out tonight."