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hey my loves, I’m back from surgery and stuff and had a fat ass nap (also messaged potatolord in my half asleep, slightly drugged, and eyes half open stage)

my eyes still hurt pretty bad, but I’ll be active again :) thank you to all my online friends (jadeennnnn hiiii) for the well wishes and I may or may not be taking Moonlight off hiatus to redo the chapter I lost 🤭

So once as a DM I had a puzzle where they had to give up the object a stone inscription said in order to open the prison and save their favorite NPC

"Something that is dead but still lives"

And they had literally just beaten the heck out of undead warriors

Player one: Dm, did you say the drugs I stole from the crown's gaurd plants or mushrooms?

Me: mushrooms

Player 1: "Okay, so do we want to give up the drugs for Valentine"

Player 2: "They're my boyfriend, so yes we want to give up the drugs."

Player 1: "but they are my drugs, and it isn't my life on the line so,,,,"

Player 3: "you can always just pick them back up when valentine is out"

Player 1: "fair enough fair enough" Lorain sets mushrooms on pedestal

Me: the room begins to shake and the pedestal disapears into the floor with the mushrooms, then an oppening in the the wall appears revealing the half orc valentine who looks up and runs into Fringe's arms. He is bloodied and bruised but nothing looks too permanent. Valentine signs to you all "I am so glad you are hear we need to-"

Player 1: Lorain raises their hands to stop him "First we need to get my drugs back!"

Player 3: Filraen begins looking for ways to pull the drugs back up from the stone

Me: make a investigation check for me

Player 1: Can I help him?

Player 2: Can we focus on valentine? Maybe Lorain can cast heal wounds since he is beat up??

Me: You get advantage on the investigation check

Player 3: 4

Me: all you find in the low light is remains from the plauge zombies, making it hard to find much of anything

Player 1: Valintine can have some if he can help me get my drugs back

Me: Valentine's face tenses as he shakes his head "I am wounded, and a recovered addict. I don't want them."

Player 2: If only someone could help the wounded aspect of that.

i think. the moment that the plane doesn't work when she goes to find help, her faith and her hope begins to dwindle. and it's definitely a slow dwindle but it is one. there's a bit of embarrassment as well, i'd imagine, but for the most part, she's still clinging to what she thinks is god's plan, and they just have to keep fighting because god picked them for this battle and it will make them stronger. i think lottie's visions growing darker also effects her faith, because she cannot fathom why the lord would be showing her things that torment her, and it no longer seems like a gift. she persists with it even through their food supply running out, because they are still alive and winter is still coming and they need prayer now more than ever. at this point i think she's very detached from the other girls bar lottie, and while she's continuing to help as much as she can and then some, she barely ever talks unless it's to god. by the time of doomcoming hits, she's completely lost. she continues to pray, obsessively, but takes whatever lottie says as holy truth, pretty much, because she thinks lottie is her only line to god left. so when lottie agrees to the party, she does too, though she doesn't plan on drinking but she isn't vocal against it. (part of me is like. would she try to bless the wine and turn it to the blood. she thinks she's holy enough to administer a baptism what's next) she attends doomcoming for lottie and for the hope that god will see her faith still prevailing and listening to his prophet even through uncertainty. even though she's like. very depressed and they all are of course, but this isn't quite as much as a pick me up for her? she doesn't enjoy dressing up as much, especially as everyone keeps making jokes about it being the last party before they all die. she wears her yellow dress and twists leaves into her hair, but she's not as into it as the other girls. after unintentionally eating the shrooms in the stew, laura lee hallucinates several doom-y and end-of-days stories from the bible, but instead of biblical figures, it's happening to her and her friends. it feels like a dream she cannot escape, and she reacts similarly to javi, laying there, paralyzed as she experiences a trip that would be bad for someone who was used to the affects of psilocybin, let alone laura lee, who has never done anything close, or anything at all. when she's able to move again, it's night and all she can hear is the sound of wolves and she fears that the devil is calling to her because she had begun to give up on the lord. still tripping, she thinks the wolves are coming for her and her friends (the sheep) and her fears are only solidified when she hallucinates the passed out bodies of her friends on the ground as corpses. she is never the same after that night, heavily affected by the shrooms and traumatized by what she saw. laura lee experiences flashbacks to that night nearly every day after, especially the days directly after, which puts her pretty out of it the day jackie gets kicked out of the cabin and dies thereafter. she is snapped out of the trance-like state she had fallen into when she hears shauna's screams that morning, and she knows then that jackie is dead and thought a wolf had eaten her. what laura lee didn't realize, is that they were all becoming the wolves.

reminder of who brooke texts in the hours before she passes

this would destroy me

19th century literature was written at a time when cocaine and opium were widely and legally available for public consumption and it shows

PSA: Don't smoke weed on public transit!

Look, I'm all for legalizing weed everywhere. It's not that harmful and a lot of people like it. But please don't smoke in confined public spaces such as buses or trains. I'm fine if you smoke beforehand and just show up smelling like weed. But please don't do it on the train, some people have sensory issues or just plain strong senses of smell. You may not realize it, but it absolutely reeks, which can make some people feel physically ill or possibly even throw up. I don't want to do a non-consensual general grievous impression while trying to get to school.

Anyway thank you for listening to me ranting, get plenty of sleep and stay hydrated.

anthony anthony choppingham. antonio. the guy. the babyman.

i don't interact with the hb fandom, but i wanted to share my redesign of angel bc his design bothers me a lot. sorry

Take me in your arms (Miss Heroin)

By: unknown

So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass

LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash,

And someone,pretending to be a true friend,

said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin".

Well honey, before you start fooling with me,

Just let me inform you of how it will be.

For I will seduce you and make you my slave,

I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves,

You think you could never become a disgrace,

And end up addicted to poppy seed waste.

So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,

you'll take me to your arms very soon.

And once I've entered deep down in your veins,

The craving will nearly drive you insane.

You'll swidle your mother, just for a buck

You'll turn into something vile and corrupt,

You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm

And feel contentment when I'm in your arms.

The day you'll realize the monster you've grown,

You'll solemly swear to live me alone.

If you think you've got that mystical knack,

Then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.

The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots,

The jangling nerves screaming for one more shot,

The hot chills and cold sweats and withdrawl pains,

That can only be saved by my white little grains.

There is no other way, and there is no need to look,

For deep down inside, you know you are hooked.

You'll despretly run to the pushers and then,

You'll welcome me back to your arms once again.

And you will return, just as I foretold!

I know that you'll give me your body and soul.

You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart,

And you will be mine 'till death do us part.