#tw: drug addiction mention

[emotionaleating]

[organovore]

doomed to always be a slave to his vices

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murphy was on his road to recovery after a debilitating drug addiction, until him and his broodmates were all killed and embraced…. and it felt like he hopped from one vice to another. except this one forced him to hurt even more people who got in his way

[whumperofworlds]

Whumpee who recently got off of some addiction (drugs, caffeine, something like that), but during captivity, Whumper forces them to take the addiction back.

(Was thinking of that one story @kabie-whump wrote with Ventis. 👀)

[danneroni]

the end is death

[f4t-tr4nny]

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[gaysexdungon]

Tip for shoplifters or people looking to stash drugs:

Get a teddy bear or other plushie, a medium or larger one is best. Cut a hole in the back, just straight down the back in the middle. Get it a little shirt to cover the hole. Carry it with you. Doubles as comforting and a tool.

For stealing: People find this endearing or odd. This will distract them from the fact that you are stealing. If they find it endearing they will view you as too innocent to steal. If they find it odd they will be too focused on that to notice things. At least in my experience. Don’t be a dick, only steal from corporations who do more harm than good.

For stashing: Good stash place too. If you are using it as a stash place it good because if you carry it with you 24/7 you are less likely to lose it and people will not mess with it out of fear of upsetting you if you are worried about someone searching your stuff. Helpful if you sleep with it too.

It is also just nice to have a plushie friend, I’d carry one anyways. Sending luck.

[perkyaddict]

All I ever do is get fuckeddd uppp

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Man.... I can't stop thinking about Pac and the Risus Pill arc

Pac saying he took the pills because he didn't have any other choice, he was so hopeless he wants to take them until he doesn't remember anything

Pac saying "At least I’m not crying in some random corner in the Island expecting my friends to come save me, and nobody comes save me"

And then the thing he said immediately before that: "I lost my friend, I lost my friend’s friend, I lost my Egg, I lost my child, I lost everything, I'm– I was completely hopeless– so yeah, maybe I wanna be drugged and live my miserable but happy life. At least I’m not in that saddest place anymore."

The blood at Chume Labs

The three graves at Chume Labs

The message he wrote to Cellbit asking Cellbit to kill him if things got too bad, then changing it and saying "lock me up" instead.

The conversation with Fit, Fit pleading with him, and Pac saying "I don’t want to go back to that bad and sad place."

Pac, despite his grief and depression, finding an antidote and saving himself (with the help of his friends)

Literally everything from the Risus Pill arc makes me so heartbroken

[emotionaleating]

pls don’t flirt with me i want to be nonchalant so bad but i unfortunately crave connection so intensely that i will give you my entire soul and forgive you over and over until i’ve lost myself completely and feel like i’m drowning

[helluvabossrewrite45]

Hazbin Hotel Rewrite; Opening up at the Bar

From what I seen from hh with how it handles sa topics, it's very...questionable. Now the show hasn't still come out yet so I won't go into detail about it, but with how they use the song 'poison' and behind the scenes of it (viv making a sex joke as marketing the song and the lead storyboard shipping val x angel despite what it's meant to portray in canon) makes it understandable for people to critque the show's portrayal of it. So for here, I want to approach Angel's truama as respectfully as I can with Angel opening up to Husk as it seems to be the same episode where both of them improve their relationship. I hope I'm able to address sa well because I know it's a very delicate topic that shouldn't be written lightly (especially for truama responses like hypersexuality) so if you have any problems with how I written it and how I should change it, please let me know. I will rewrite it until I portray this topic properly and credit you for your critque/help (unless you don't want to)

Content Warning; SA and mention of drug/alcohol addiction

A bar full of bottles and boozes sitting there in windless silence, aching for their next customer. Its emptiness is numbing, the stranded desert of this hotel. Husk, tapping his fingers in rhythm, halts it as though the ticking of a clock stops and sighs in relief, grateful that his work is now done. He takes a bottle of booze, fulfilling its fate as he opens the lid to drain it all down, until he hears the door creaking. 

He groans “Oh it’s you,” as Angel Dust drags himself towards the bar, collapsing his face to the poseur table. “What do you want now? Bar’s gonna close soon. So hurry up.” 

Angel’s face tilts up. “A drink, please.” His voice is soft yet hoarse.

Husk rolls his eyes, wishing for that sweet graveness to enter this bar once again. He goes through his bottles. “Which one?” He asks with a hostile glare.

“Any.”

Angel Dust slowly lifts himself up from the table, staring in discomfort at Husk grabbing a random bottle from his shelf, a sense of dread lingers onto him. 

“Husk…” His voice grows quiet.

“What?”

“I’m…sorry.” His eyes not meeting Husk’s gaze. 

“For what?” He responds snappily, placing one hand to his hip.

“For earlier…” Angel answers, his eyes still refusing to see Husks. “For saying and doing all those weird things to you, I'm sorry.”

His grouchy face still remains. “Whatever,” firmly placing the bottle to the table and swishing it towards Angel. “Don’t do that again.”

“Yeah,” his body tenses, “I hope so…”

Husk brows raised. “Hope so? What do you mean?”

The question hangs on as Angel Dust fiddles their hands, looking down at the wooden dry floor. The room has been fogged in silence as Husk finds himself repeatedly tapping his fingers, wondering when the clock will finally end its grating tick. 

“Well…” His voice quivers, tracing his eyes back to Husks. “I don’t know…”

Husk’s face turned puzzled. “The hell you mean you don't know?!” 

“I-” Angel pauses himself for a moment, “I don't know. I just don’t know.” His face bangs on the table as his arms come to cover.

“Ah well, might just be a you problem then.” He cackles at his own joke, with hollow applause. 

Angel huffs, “That’s what you all think.” His voice became more irritated. 

Husk’s laughter abrupt into cold stillness, his voice freezes with the rest of his body. 

Angel continues, “All of you think i’m just some dirty sex pest, huh? A running sex joke?” Anger starts to rise through his voice, “Even Charlie thinks what I do is just who I am- like I chose this!” He cuts himself off, facing down to the lifeless floor again. “Like I chose this…”

Husk words vanished, his voice having trouble coming out of his mouth. All he could do is stand there, watching Angel Dust ponder through his thoughts. 

“You know I don’t actually like being sexual twenty-four seven? Crazy right?” He formed a smile, though not by sweetness, but by bitterness. “I don’t actually like making endless sex jokes or dirty talk, I don’t actually like to constantly fantasise or masturbate or sleep around with a bunch of nobodies,” bitterness starts to spread through his voice, “and I especially don’t like working in that place!” He holds his breath, exhaling to serene air. “But I do it anyway, no matter how hard I try.” His finger scratched the table harshly with a melancholic frown. “I don’t know what is wrong with me, I didn’t used to be like this, it was only after-” Angel cuts himself off as his body starts trembling. He places a heart on his hand, feeling the rapid sounds of his heartbeat. “After…” He slows himself, unable to muster anything else to speak of. 

His eyes lift to Husk, seeing the statue that he became, his widened pupils not even taking one blink. Angel’s face rose with worry, “Oh uh…sorry.” He murmurs. “Sorry, I’ll just take the booze or-”

“Go on.” Husk's voice comes back again.

“W-what?” He quivers, taken aback by what he heard.

“Go on…” Husk's voice trails off, still a statue of himself.

Angel Dust pursed his lips, facing down once more. “There was a time back then, when I sneaked into a bar for some alcohol, the thing that helped me most when I was alive. There was a really fancy bottle, porcelain white shimmering with bubbles, I couldn’t help myself. I had to have it. Then he caught me, I thought he would kill me. Instead, he made a deal; that if I work in his business, I won’t need to steal anything or even need a place to stay…” He breaks off, his fingers scraping themselves to a shell. “So I worked as one of his sex workers; a stripper for his bars, an actor for his films, anything to do with sex, really. It wasn’t what I was always interested in, but it felt…better? Being more open and honest about myself that I never got to do on earth. That is, until I came back to his home…He told me he wanted to show me something, my ‘reward’...” He holds back on his words, wrapping his arms around in a warm embrace. “After that, I…I don't know, I guess that’s where I started becoming more sexual. It’s like a switch where my mind now constantly thinks about sex, even if it’s not what I want. It’s my poison.” He holds onto his words again, reflecting his thoughts. “Maybe it’s a way of control, to take back what he did to me, not letting him hurt me…but is it any good if you can’t control it yourself?” He finds himself eyeing at the bottle of toxicated liquid. “That’s why I came here, I couldn’t find any drugs. So alcohol will just have to do.”

Husk exhales a quiet breath, with Angel’s words stalling through his mind. He saw Angel reaching for the bottle. “Wait!” He alerts, taking the bottle before Angel could have the chance. Angel looks at him, confound. “Why?” Husk fell silent, wavering on his memory like a lightning struck in a bottle. He places the bottle back to its fateless place and starts rummaging through the tea bags until one reads ‘Black Caravan Tea’. He places the tea bag in a muggy cup and clicks the kettle to brew. Minutes go by as the kettle finally makes its thump, breaking Husks trance as he pours the steamy water onto the cup and gently pushes it over to Angel. “Here” He says softly. “Careful, it’s hot.” Angel slowly directs his eyes to the hot tea, then back to Husk, his mouth making a quiet gasp. “I know it’s not much,” He adds. “But for you, I hope it can be enough.”

Angel dust calmly blows the steam off his tea and takes a sip, warm smoky sweetness filling his mouth in peaceful bliss. He continues sipping it at a slow pace, enjoying each moment with him and his magical tea, transforming his mind to ocean waves, hearing its soothing whooshes and the pleasant echoes of bird’s chirping. After taking one last sip, he notices Husk with his own muggy cup, cooling off the steam before slurping down the whole tea to an empty cup. His grouchy face disappeared, replacing it with a genial smile; friendly and relaxed. Like warming his face with radiant golden sunlight. 

“What’s this?” Angel asks as soon as Husk tastes his last drop.

“Black Caravan.” Husk replies, licking his lips. “My Babushka always makes this tea, saying ‘If you get upset, don’t waste your mouth with vodka, relish it with Caravan.’” He glimpses away from Angel dust, shining a little star in his eyes before glaring at the shelves of bottles and boozes. “Heh, no wonder I hadn’t remembered…” 

Angel snickers. “My Nonno says something similar. He said; ‘You don’t stuff your mouth with alcohol, you stuff it with Frittelie!’” They both chuckle with each other, reminiscing of their old lives before the room went to silence. Both eyes looking away from each other as Angel proceeds to fiddle with his hands and Husk tapping his table, now only slow and with no rhythm. A clock’s final strikes till midnight. “You know,” He spoke solemnly. “After you're done with work and all, instead of finding drugs, you can come straight here to talk or have some tea. Either one or both to get off some steam.” 

Angel glances back to Husk’s sentimental gaze, his eyes lit up. “You’ll…You’ll do that?”

“Yeah.” He responds, keeping his gaze to Angel Dusts. “I’d do. For you…”

Their eyes locked in their gazes, their beating hearts twined to one another. Angel’s eyes turn away from the burning faint shades of pink of his face, looking steadily at the cup. “Yeah,” a small line shaped to a tender smile, “I’d like that.”

[tea-and-secrets]

Somehow I, a suicidal closeted Trans woman with a painkiller addiction am the most stable person of my entire family and goddammit I can't wait to see these cunts in hell

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[rottenr0ckets]

I made the mistake of looking through the comments of ILGWIS (surprisingly tame for the most part, tbh), and I came across mfs that are saying Wil does/did coke??

Was it ever confirmed he had an addiction in the past, or are people just that fucked up to be making such "jokes"? Even if it is/was true, I found the remarks extremely insensitive. Guess I shouldn't have expected any different from SSS/Antis.

No in fact he's said he's never planned to do anything stronger than weed. People like this are just trying to demonize him in anyway they can since shebly is more and more coming out to be a terrible person and less people are supporting her. Their only."proof" is that he's gotten skinny and had "hair loss" (he just got a fucking hair cut) as someone who has lived/grow up around with addicts of this and things similar I can say it's total bullshit many things cause weight loss and he shows little to none of the symptoms of that shit

[basofy]

thing that i drew back in october about bo and how i think his possible bond with joy addicted companions would parallel his bond with his brother, i think he would be very empathetic with them

[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

[nmoroder]

tw: bright colors, drug use references

you know i'm an avid fan of askbox posts; this halloween the OTP askblog i'm a part of is running an open house day on horror ships and/or horror AUs. so here i am reciting my wicked feelings for the Man and his worst Affliction - or dare i say the Addiction?

the question was asked when another person made posts for the ship, that's why David is in a hospital and what's more important, he sees the Addiction again, it was the previous setup. and the question is, in short, why is that? you've defeated the devil, why does it come back?

lately all askblog posts i did in Russian were translated only in text under cut, but this time i was a little less tired and did the whole texting thing like it's supposed to be. enjoy =D

[odilelakes]

i'm still continuing my rewatch of criminal minds from the very beginning and holy fucking hell. they could have handled reid's addiction a lot better than they did. it was just a rumour that mgg asked for them to drop it -- so if that's the case OKAY FINE, actor comfort comes first. but if that wasn't the case, jesus christ they could have done so MUCH with it! they had a whole subplot they could have written but NOOOOOOOO. it would have been such an interesting story to delve deeper into, the dynamics with the rest of the team they could have worked it into. they had something GOOD on their hands.