#h3roin

[asphodelvamp]

fuck you. i wanna die.

[crowlline0]

I'M SO SORRY

translation: "h3roin"

orig:

[slutti-sissi-stuff]

ABOUT ME

Name: You can DM me for my real (first) name, but i don’t have much attachment to it, so it’d be more than welcome, if not preferred, if you wanted to call me by any (maybe stripper-esque?) name you think is sexy, and the same goes for any pronouns you want- though the more feminine and slutty, the better.

Age: 22 yo

Pronouns: she/her, or it/its (AMAB)

Sexuality: Bi/pan, and trans

Location: EST (Midwest US)

Role: Sub/Sissy/Pet

Kinks: ABDL, BDSM, bimboification, blackmail, BNWO, brainwashing, breathplay, breeding, CNC, censored porn, CEI, chastity, corruption, cuckolding, daddy-dom, DD/LG, degradation, diaper play, femdom, forced-bi, free-use, gaslighting, hucow, humiliation, IQ play, kidnapping, mommy-dom, monster-fucking, objectification, pet play, perma-virgin, praise, pussyfree, rape play, sissification, slavery, somno, tease and denial, and weed/alcohol intox, to name a few.

Other info: I have some experience with being in an online Dom/sub dynamic before, and I have a sizeable toy collection. I’m not a fan of ghosting or being ghosted, I don’t respond to new, blank, or empty blogs, bots, anyone under 18, or blogs that give me the vibe you’re a POS and/or bigot.

My DM’s and asks are open, but I still can choose whether or not I decide to respond, and I also don’t respond to DM’s expecting me to jump right into play scenes- if you’re worth it, we can have a direct talk about our kinks and limits, and whether this is expected to be a short-term or long-term commitment before diving in-even if I've reacted to your blog or your posts, that doesn't give you permission to just jump straight to it. Tell me why you like my blog, how you started following me, send or tell me a bit of something about your own interests, anything that tells me we could connect over something. 

Soft Limit(s): impact play, ballbusting, blood, vore, facesitting, and pissplay. I also probably can’t do VC/voice memos

Hard Limit(s): scatplay, armpit worship, feeder/feedee play, face pics, hard drugs (m3th, coke, h3roin), and findom (if you want money from me please do not waste my time)

[tsharleyquinn]

CW: talk of drugs, mention of death

So I had to block someone today who came into my DMs and was the most vile disgusting piece of trash I have ever encountered. They bragged about being a drug dealer and bragged about selling f3ntynal like it was the greatest thing in the world. They said drugs should be smoked in front of kids. It got me so pissed I ended up blocking them.

So I want to be clear. We all partake in something weather it be weed or poppers or alcohol and we know that they should be done in a safe environment and in moderation. However things like m3th, h3roin, f3ntynal, and cocan3 are drugs that are not only dangerous enough that they affect everyone around you, they can lead to serious effects like increased brain damage, heart and lung problems, violent outbursts and assults, or even worse things like death from overdose.

As of this point going forward if you post about blowing cloud (smoking m3th), being a foil burner (smoking f3ntynal), doing lines of white(cocan3) or slaming liquid powder (h3roin) and it's not about warning others about the dangers of those things I will report your account and block you.

As for you drinkers, tree smokers, and horny liquid sniffers please enjoy responsibly and if it becomes to much then please take a break or seek help.

[wowiwishiwasskinnier]

i am not written by "a man" or "a woman"

i'm written by some unemployed underground viktor tsoi wannabe soviet post punk depression doomer wave artist living in the middle of nowhere smoking 2 packs of cigarettes in a day dreaming of f*cking model skinny h3roin chic girlies in his stolen car until the sun comes up behind the crumbling factory pipes

we're not the same, bitch)

[h3roinchicmodel]

my goal is to look like a h3roin chic model body

[rebeleden]

Watch "The Untold Shady Side of Lady H3roin AKA Marjorie Harvey" on YouTube

CC FATAL POLY BS

CC EVIL PUBLIC PENIS KOON SH

CC KARMA

[tommyinnit-simp-95]

Hello everyone! As you may know on August 18th it will be officially two years since I published this story and I want to thank you all for your kudos, comments and reads along with the few of you who joined the discord server.

It's been an amazing two years and I can't wait to write more for you guys.

But for now I will be holding another writing contest and this one will have a theme!

So if you'd like to enter it's simple!

1. You must follow the theme: Halloween

2. It doesn't matter whether it takes place in the AU or not as long as it revolves around Halloween.

3. Please make sure I can see it, I.e tag it as Healing with the Hermits or tag me so I'll be alerted

4. Please nothing too inappropriate such as s3x and hard drugs (c0ke, h3roin, etc). 

5. Please be kind to each other if you see other people's entries. Just like you worked hard on yours they worked hard on theirs.

So! With that the contest is now in effect until the 22nd which gives you just over two weeks! The prizes this time around are nearly the same as last year's but still as good I hope!

🥇 All three! A one shot, oc/self insert gets to interact with Tommy or a character of your choice and a shout-out to your stories

🥈 Your OC/self insert gets to interact with Tommy or any character you'd like

🥉 A shout-out to your stories

Have fun and if I don't see you good afternoon,good evening and good night! - Luna

Ps. The rules for here on Tumblr and on AO3 are nearly the same but I changed them a tiny bit for y'all

[gia2o]

When I’m sober

When I’m sober I can feel the wheels spinning beneath me as I sit in a rushing car. Every bump, every piece of gravel is so sensitively felt. It’s unpleasant.

When I’m sober every gust of wind, even the small ones unnoticeable to those around me, sets my skin, ironically, on fire. I shiver with a burning sensation under the first couple of layers of my skin.

When I’m sober, I cry. I cry and I don’t know what hurts more. The reasons I am crying about or the pain following the damp trail left behind by the wet tears. Down my cheek, soaking my shirt as my tears unite.

[tears-exe]

Every reason you may r3lapse is valid. Many factors go into pushing someone to that point. And none of them are "dumb".

At most just reflect on what leaf you to this point to help you in the future. Plus it's just a good time for reflection a breather and checking in with yourself and your needs.

I'll also mention sometimes you realize you just need to r3lapse to get it our of your system so you can move forward. That's the reason I did last time. I had to be in work in 2 hours and I knew coping/whatever other healing things wouldn't have had me in a stable enough mindset in time. Spent 10 minutes, got it out of my system, had the therapeutic clean up and was ready to go to work on time.

If I had tried to force myself to fi d other ways I would have just cycled "ooohhh I'm so stressed and miserable and am I even worth getting better for thinking g about r3lapsing???" Over and over and over and would have been late to work, in a horrible mood and would have made me feel worse.

Now this might not work for everyone of course, it's up to you to find what works best for you.

I'm just sick of having so much of the narrative be 100% "clean" or nothing. Because that mindset will do me and other more harm than good.

[tzimiscecore]

V5 clan examples look like those 90s models with h3roin-chic aesthetics.

[gia2o]

It’s a gloomy summer still in August. Way passed “June Gloom”. I went on a walk today. One foot in front of the other. I was next to my mother. My dad and my brother, well, they weren’t home. They are pure. Unlike me and my mother. My brother goes to meet a friend to play tennis. My dad visits his friend’s dad; an old man he likes to keep company. The second they leave, believing my mother and I will make good choices, her and I watch out the window to make sure they drove off and away. Not much longer we have our walking shoes out and we are out the door. But no, we are not going out for a nice, summer walk. It’s gloomy anyway, so why not be gloomy ourselves? One end of our street has a post office, and the other side, a market. Our house is in the middle. Both places being a little over half a mile away. We head towards the market because the post office doesn’t sell booze. We wouldn’t have gone out to walk if we didn’t have a bottle to go home with as a reward. Tequila being the chosen trophy. We get to the market in a relaxed state. Ask the cashier for a bottle of tequila of which the brand name I don’t remember. My mom changes her mind, but not for the better. “Actually...”, she says. “I’ll take two and save is another trip.” We pick up a small container of ice cream and two large gatorades. The ice cream for me, and the two fruit punch gatorades for her because “she needs the electrolytes.” “What am I doing?”, I asked myself. Now I understand all those years she was watching me hurt myself and chose to enable me because she didn’t would rather me stay close and unhurt than to stop me and risk me shunning her. I kept my mouth shut, and wrongfully so. I need to learn how to say “no”. We go to pay. The cashier asks us if we need a bag. My mother declines and takes her designer backpack off and stuffs all of our “treats” into it. Nothing but her wallet and our mandatory masks were in there prior. She is too weak to carry this backpack now, so before she even tries to put it on her back, I put it on mine. She asked me if it was heavy. I told her no. I lied. We walk back home and now she’s in more of a hurry. Paranoid my dad or brother might beat us home, even though we logically knew that they both would be gone for hours. I now see behaviors in her that I saw in myself before. The mind of a paranoid addict is enough to drive a person mad. We get home, and as I knew, no one was there. As I knew, no one got home until hours after. I take the bottles and pour my mother a single drink and hide the bottles. She did not like this. I did not care. She felt betrayed. I did not care. The reality of her bad health and my no good enabling slapped me across the face. I explained to her why I decided to do this and that if she has a problem with it, I will have no choice but to tell my dad and brother about our little adventure. She did not like that. I did not care. She felt betrayed. I did not care. I told her I loved her too much to let her to destroy herself to death. She understood, thanked me, and gave me a hug. When the boys got home, we told them we went for a walk. They asked where we went. “To the post office and back”, I said.

[gia1o]

go follow my new project blog: h3roin

[sadsoftydumbbaby]

h3roin replied to your post: IM SERIOUS

LAYLEEE YOU HELLUHH FAMOUS! all your anon are in deep love with you!

WHO ARE THEY MAVE I DONT UNDERSTAND. I'm single. and lonely. they need to come off anon srsly. i don't understand anything. i miss you.