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dib-thing-wannabe · 9 months

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Okay, since you guys want it, I'm giving it! I may not be making a separate blog for it, but I am taking asks for it! Oh, and the name of the au is:

Chemical Overdose! Captain Underpants Au

Things to know before sending asks:

✨The only ones who will be answering asks are: George, Harold, Mr. Krupp, Captain Underpants, and Melvin! Don't forget Captain Underpants sidekicks, Flaming Ink and Polar Painter! (Yes they are color coded to make things simpler, and Captain Underpants's text will always be bold) (Also Flaming Ink is the same as George, and Polar Painter is the same as Harold. Those are just their superhero personas.) ✨

❌No Nsfw asks! These are children for crying out loud!❌

💕If you want to make fanart of my au, please do so! Just give credit to the au and tag me in it so I can see it!💕

⏲️This takes place around a year after the movie, and in that time frame Mr. Krupp knows and now accepts the fact that he is Captain Underpants, they have all fought multiple monsters, and the relationships between them are closer! I will incorporate some things from the show into the au as well, but not everything, as not only are they not the same timeline, I also haven't watched the show yet.⏲️

🔊I will occasionally posts things that doesn't have any asks, which just simply means that when the event happened, you guys were just not able to reach them during that time! (During the night, talking with another character, ect.) It means that it was meant to happen and that it couldn't have been prevented by any of you!🔊

📴If I randomly turn off asks, that's because I have reached the post limit and didn't want to be bombarded with asks while not being able to answer them!📴

⭐Do not think that I would find it annoying if you are sending me constant asks, whether I'm online or offline, I actually enjoy knowing that you enjoy my au that much! So send as many as you'd like!⭐

🧪Main premise of the au currently: George and Harold have accidentally fallen into unknown chemicals, and it's seems to be taking some strange effects on their body's, including giving them new powers that they could only ever dream of. Though we still don't know why all of their comics come to life...🧪

Links to check out for some more deep-seated lore and some things you need to know about the characters! (They are all in top to bottom chronological order except for the first two links shown)

Characteristics of the mains for the CO! Au!

The looks of the main CO! Characters!

Only a wish, not yet reality...

Just a simple thing to ask...

A mishap in the night.

It's been told, or rather, shown.

New looks for new heros.

The realization.

The First Fight.

Another Gift.

A poem.

The Neverending Nightmare.

An official thank you.

A memory in their sleep 1/2.

A memory in their sleep 2/2.

This will have unexpected consequences...

The fine line has been burned.

Just so everyone knows, by the time this blog thingy first takes place, it's around two to three days before the event that really cements the fact that it's an au, so there will be mentions of events that happened during that time.

So, with that being said, start sending asks and have fun!

The asks are currently open for: George, Harold, and Melvin!!

(Incase someone wants to read my other little fanfics, here)

The Villain's Untold Moldings (Fandom: Pj Masks):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The Evil and The Genius (Fandom: Jimmy Neutron):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

#chemical overdose! captain underpants au #CO! Captain Underpants Au #george beard #harold hutchins #melvin sneedly #CO! George #CO! Harold #CO! Mr Krupp #CO! Melvin #mr. krupp #tetocu #mr krupp #co! captain underpants #Flaming Ink #Polar Painter #Charred Ink

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roominthecastle · 1 year

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ACGaS 303, “Surviving Siegfried” + 3 times he slips into a dark place & 3 times she pulls him back

That’s a letter from an old AVC friend, Maurice Oliver. I got it about a month ago. He was the chap in the photo you found. He had a practice up in Brawton. He and I went through some things together -- terrible things. He killed himself last week. Barbiturates. I’ve been reading it over and over and over, trying to see if there was anything I might’ve missed. If I could’ve found something, done something to help him. But he seems happy. [voice cracks] He talks about his plans for the summer. | Maurice needed help. No one was there to give it to him... but we are here now.

#all creatures great and small #samuel west #anna madeley #siegfried x audrey #mine #tw suicide #their dynamic has such a striking choreography within this ep #every time he starts to sink she immediately *instinctively* appears to keep him afloat #'are we still in the land of the living?' YES #apart from his duty to his younger brother her presence is the other reason #that's kept him from ending up like maurice i suspect #and i think slowly but surely he is starting to grasp the full extent of this fact #it begins here and crystalizes in the kitchen at christmas #in the aftermath of another breakdown #in 'you always know what's best for me'#in physically reaching out for her #she is a life ring in a storm as mrs pumphrey put it #and if we factor in how the 'real-life siegfried' died #i.e. suicide via an overdose of barbiturates following audrey's death #all this just makes me feel... well... a lot #and makes what happens in the christmas ep even more painful #that's where this pattern breaks #that's where she doesn't reach for him and walks away #and i'm not blaming her at all #but i hope he starts paddling #preferably after her #it is time dude #like your timing is awful as ever but there is still hope

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incorrect-league-of-villains · 2 years

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Toga: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Sako: Maybe a bit tipsy.

Tomura: Drunk.

Hawks: Wasted.

Dabi: Dead.

#incorrect lov #hawks: it's really amazing that you havent died from alcohol overdose dabi #dabi: i straight up cannot die #dabi: try to kill me right now i dare you #hawks: ok #hawks:#hawks: what the fuck #dabi: yeah it's crazy #dabi: yo funny story one time i got set on fire and had to escape from a burning building and i died but i lived #hawks: what??? were you saved by a hero or something #hawks: you went to a hospital after that right #dabi: ........let's stop talking for a little while #mr compress #himiko toga #sako atsuhiro #shigaraki tomura #bnha hawks #takami keigo #dabi

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ghostinghome · 1 year

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🙏bless🙏

#when the needy streamer overdoses idk i never played #i wasnt originall going to draw fanart for this game but kangel possed me or something idk #silly game watched mr rumble tumble play it thumbs up #getting back into drawing !!! wahoo 🥳🥳#i never want to draw her hair again #… shudders…#anyways tag time #needy streamer overload #needy girl overdose #kangel #uhhh #internet overdose #tags the song like a boss (its a good song)#ok sleep time #honk shoo #omgkawaiiangel

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saltysunflowersugar · 11 months

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WANNA HEAR THIS BATSHIT INSANE AU I CAME uP WITH A COUPLE DAYS AGO?!!

no? TOO BAD! I recently learned about the existence of THESE motherfuckers and my first thought when I saw them was “HOLY SHIT THEY LOOK LIKE AUDREY 2!” They’re called Predatory Tunicates, here ya go

Also I forgot their name briefly and searched up “Transparent crinoid that looks like a venus fly trap” and discovered that the Venus fly trap anenome exists, so maybe that could also be Twoey, either or this isn’t a complete au.

ANyways, so a little before that my brain made ANOTHER connection between Little SHop Of Horrors and marine biology was that dolphins will sometimes beat up pufferfish simply to get high off their venom, aND IF THAT ISN’T EXACTLY WHAT ORIN SCRIVELLO WOULD DO AS A MERMAN THEN I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS!!! (yes, I am aware that Cleaner wrasses also exist, but the difference is that they’re supposed to be good at dentistry and they can’t just go around inflicting pain for funsies because if they do, they’ll get eaten so a dolphin was just more fitting) Also, should Orin be a bottlenose or an Orca? because both of them enjoy tormenting other sea creatures beyond what’s necessary for survival and Orcas are a type of dolphin and the black and white color scheme would be fitting, but I also fon’t know if Orcas can get high off pufferfish venom

Update: research still inconclusive, I’m just gonna say that in this AU where mermaids are real and crinoids make Faustian power bargains, that yes, Orcas can get high off pufferfish venom

With that part out of the way, I guess Seymour should be a pufferfish, and I’m imagining that he just sits there and lets Orin bite him until he ODs on tetrodotoxin instead of nitrous oxide. Alternatively, I could imagine him being a shrimp, would be really funny if somehow a shrimp managed to kill an orca, plus there could be some symbolism or whatever with the size of any given merfolk showing their status, IDK I’m just spitballing.

Mr. Mushnik is gonna be a crab, Because he’s basically already Mr. Krabs, the connection was too obvious.

I actually don’t know what species Audrey would be in this AU, I was maybe thinking Angelfish?

Somehow, I decided to get Arthur Denton involved here just because I remembered that one Drawfee bit about the Kinky Christmas Carp and I just decided that Arthur is gonna be carp SOLELY as a reference to that

The muses are gonna be human Marine researchers who aren’t getting involved in the drama, but do have cameras set up on the ocean floor and commentate over everything they see in song form

#little shop of horrors #little shop of horrors AU #mer au #I guess this sort of counts as my one and only Mermay contribution?#Audrey 2 #predatory tunicate #venus fly trap anenome #seymour krelbourne #Orin Scrivello #orca #shrimp #pufferefish #tw: overdose mention #cleaner wrass #Audrey Fulquard #angelfish #Mr. Mushnik #crab #crinoids #Arthur Denton #carp #Crystal Chiffon and Ronnette #LSOH muses #marine biology #I'm just over here nerding out and combinign hyperfixations #I should probably post more later but I'm gonna need y'all's help to fill in these gaps #also should I tag Drawfee in this? I mean I linked one of their videos in this post but it's not really about them?#Marine Biology is crazy #earlier today I learned about the existence of Sea Pigs from a fakemon designing video #also I learned about the existence of predatory tunicates from an analysis of the pokemon Cradilly

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clitdanglebingbangle · 7 days

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Imagine being so small that drinking 10 shots of liquid ketamine kills you instantly 💀💀💀

Couldn't be me 💀💀💅💅

#mr krabs #va 11 hall a #tw overdose

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rocxyoulikeahurricane · 20 days

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Adam? Have you ever tried imp nip before? i mean I just wonder if you can get high on the stuff like we imps can...

He's lounging on a red couch in one of Val's dance clubs off the clock. His eyes turn to the other. "Can't say I have ".

#v; overdose #drugs tw #drugs cw #dancing with mr. brownstone (drug use)#sharp-shooter-no-more-moxxie

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barcodeboyz · 4 months

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Sketch page of some favorite and underrated games from the web. Digital remake of the original

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Hot Date (George Batchelor)

Creature Street (Floteam)

We Become What We Behold (Nicky Case)

Mr. Krabs Overdoses on Ketamine (ThrillDaWill)

#hot date pug #hot date #hot date game #creature street game #creature street #mr krabs #Mr krabs overdoses on ketamine #we become what we behold

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xr0tt3nxfl3shx · 3 months

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👁💊My Medicine is underdeveloped and my Amygdala won't work.💉👁

Twomp[AU] fanfiction + art !! Pertains to the events in this post. [No beta we die.]

⚠️‼️TW: VOMITING / OVERDOSE / SUICIDAL IDEATION / UNREALITY / CORRUPT MENTAL HEALTH SYSTEM / GENERAL MENTAL ILLNESS THEMES‼️⚠️

A/N: i didnt wanna mention it tbh but just in case, ive been down the chemical consumption road 3 times, an i mention because i know the internet has opinions on mental illness in writing. But ive been there myself. All up close and personal like. so i think i can speak on it (dont castrate me)

POV: 👁Argos👁

I scratch at my skin in the dark of my room as if that'll hold in the tears from spilling over my burning red cheeks. The feeling of rage and overwhelming depression clash within me, and leave me to switch every few minutes between cursing the name of every therapist who ever told me that "I'm not even trying to get better" and crying over the idea that they might be right.

My heartbeat is so vigorous that it feels like at any moment the tendons will tear away and my heart will burst in my ribs. How could anyone say that to me? I seethe and hiss through my gritting teeth. Why can't I get better? I cry enough to fill an ocean and nearly drown in my tears.

I should be able to control all of this by now, I'm not a child. Yet, I can't stop thinking about putting the heads of those who hurt me on a platter. Or banging my head on my bedroom wall hard enough to dull the heartbreak. My eyes are running dry from all the tears, I've been at this for a while. My head is pounding from the adrenaline. All reasonable thoughts are drowned out, with intrusive and irrational ones taking the place of my internal voice of reason.

I can make it better, I can make this better. I just need to try a little harder! Just.. go a little further. These feelings, it's just a chemical imbalance right?

I'm running out of options, types of therapy, pills, at this point I might as well just get a lobotomy. I'm sure my therapist would like that.

There's still time to make this right. I don't have to end my life to end my suffering right?

I can prove them wrong. I will prove them wrong. It's just a chemical imbalance. I just need to fix it.

I rummage through the medicine cabinet above my bathroom sink, overlooking the blood crusting around the drain. There has to be something in here that can make my head stop pounding or my thoughts quiet down if not for just a little while. Maybe everything all at once? Yeah that should do!

Laid out in front of me on the cold tiled floor of my bathroom are various pill bottles. The amount of pills actually in them is varied, they like to switch my meds every other week it seems. I try to be hasty with this, pouring out a small handful of gel capsules into my hand. Each one smooth, glossy, and slightly cool to the touch.

You know, I've been here before, and typically there's some survival instinct in me, paralyzing my hands before I can do any damage. But all I can feel is anguish. And anger. And there's no more room for self preservation in me.

I take my first dose before I can come down from my emotion fueled adrenaline rush. Quickly now don't let the self preservation come back. I take my next dose of a new pill type, a tablet. It was a bad idea doing this dry but oh well!

Before I know it I'm slumped against my bathroom door, unable to continue my self medication on account of the mounds of pills I dry swallowed having begun triggering my gag reflex. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't anxious about this, but it had to be done. My therapist is always urging me to take steps in the right direction!

(Though admittedly he never mentioned which direction is the right one.)

I make it back to my bed, dragging my feet and leaning on the wall for support the whole way. It's not even five minutes in when I start to feel the effects. I probably should've eaten before taking my pills like the instructions say.

This is different though, I feel my connection to reality slip right through my jittery fingers. Like the shadows in my room are divulging their presence. Like they are reaching out their hands, ready to take hold of me, pull me in and make me one with unreality. An emptiness overcomes me, something I've truly never felt before. And it's the strangest thing, because simultaneously I've never felt more alive in my life.

Everything is really funny, I've never noticed how funny everything is up until now. Every little unorganized thought that pops up in my foggy, spacing-out head manages to get a strained laugh out of me.

Visual snow floods my peripheral, the colors of the world begin to become one with the static in my eyes.

Ah, I remembered what I was going to do in here. I need to call Mr. Plant. I need him to know that I'm going to get better, and how much I love him of course. Oh he'll never understand just how much I love him! I love him to death, haha! Literally.

I dial in the number. Moving has proven difficult, like trying to control a vehicle while tired and out of it, or in my case trying to control a vehicle through the most debilitating brain fog I've ever experienced. The disconnection from body and thought is almost calming.

The ringing of the phone is such a funny thing as well. I could lose myself in the methodical rhythm and loose vibrations running up my hands- oh look here he's answered!

"M‐r… plant! I ha-ve.. s o me thi.. ng to tell you."

I am fighting to get the words out. The weak sounds I manage to get out of my raspy throat come out in uneven tones with jarring stutters. Why is it so hard to speak?

"I took.. a lot o-f... my me-ds. Ha-ha!" He hangs up immediately.

Is he not happy for me? It wasn't long before I heard sirens closing in. Did he call the cops on me? That's no fair, no fair at all.

I've never been rolled into the back of an ambulance on a stretcher before but there's a first time for everything I suppose. It's too bad I'm too out of it to really experience it.

In the ambulance is when the first wave of nausea hits. I could barely even feel the EMT insert the IV or hear when they asked me questions.

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The heart palpitations do their diligence distracting from the perforations left in my arm from the injections of various medications and the IV drip.

My respiration is just as irregular as my heart's chemical damaged rhythm. I feel like I'm drowning in this heavy air and it feels like the knots in my stomach have spread to my heart. This pain is so unbearable that I feel the need to crave it out of myself with a blade.

The world is doubling- no tripling, blurring, and mushing together all at once. I can feel the hum of the fluorescent hospital light buzz through my head. The scent of rubbing alcohol and sterilized equipment is evident throughout the cold medical facility.

By my own hands I've made my body a place unsuitable for living. I've "almost drugged myself to an early grave" as the hospital staff keep reminding me.

Speaking of body, I can no longer tell where I end and the wires of the EKG machine begin. Neuropathy has set in and nerve sensation has dulled for the most part, except in my stomach and heart where it hurts the most of course. But me and the machines they have me hooked up to might as well be one as long as they are taking the place of my dysfunctional body systems.

When they run the EKG scan, which they do about every half hour, they ask me to stay as still as I can, but it's hard to control the shaking when I don't know where it comes from in the first place. I'm by no means cold, or if I am I really can't feel it.

Have I mentioned the shaking? The tremors? I need to grow accustomed to the flavor of raw stomach acid soon, because that's all I've been throwing up anymore. It's all that's left.

The nausea begins to build all over again, like my stomach is writhing and contorting in my torso. I can feel the knots being tied. Over the next few minutes it builds and builds, I'd do anything to stop the encroaching bile now. The nausea completely overwhelms my senses right before another round of the most violent retching I've ever experienced. Accompanied by the most awful squelching and splattering sounds as it hits the rest of vomit already resting at the bottom of the bag.

I feel like I'm nearing being turned inside out everytime it happens. And I've filled yet another vomit bag. This isn't going to stop for days as the doctor told me. I doubt I'll get the luxury of unconsciousness.

The activated charcoal they gave me to drink is like this black sludge, "slow and steady now, don't drink so fast you throw it all up but not so slow that you succumb to the consequences of your own actions." Well maybe that's not what they really said but it's how it felt. I can tell the staff are judging me, I just know it! They think I deserve this.

At least the charcoal is cherry flavored.

My many eyes dart around the clean and pristine hospital room erratically, glancing off in every direction. I don't want anyone to look at me anymore. I can't stand the buzz of the lights and I can barely bring myself to move enough to blink. Or even move enough to breathe. I am much too dizzy and light-headed to even consider standing up. I'm so dizzy I could swear I'm phasing in and out of my body. The only thing keeping my consciousness bound to this body is the unending pain ancoring me in the reality of my situation.

It's growing increasingly unbearable.

Above all else I am losing my mind trying to figure out where I went wrong tonight. These chemicals were supposed to fix all these feelings. The pills were supposed to fix me. My psychiatrists and therapists all told me that I'm sick, disordered, and all I needed was to buy a few more medicines.

It must be my fault, it must be if hundreds of milligrams of mood stabilizers can't just make it better.

Tell me, anyone tell me, why I'm so useless that I can't even help myself?

Why am I so worthless that my medicine won't work on me?

I am almost entirely suspended in unreality. The prozac, olanzapine, mirtazapine, and everything other useless drug they gave me were meant to cure me. I've tried everything!

I've done the very most I can to try and make the bad thoughts quiet down. And are the thoughts that tell me "I'd be better dead", my own thoughts, or a symptom of one of my diagnoses?

Is the reason I'm like this the same reason I don't deserve love, or do I not deserve love because I'm like this? I want to get better. I swear I really do.

So why does no one believe me?

"Sir, you have a visitor." The nurse informs me in a harsh yet hush tone.

The words barely make it through my chemical head. I'm practically catatonic in this hospital bed. But when I do process them I pray to every divine that it is who I think it is.

Red petals on the top and bottom, two yellow petals, one pink and one blue. I was right!

I can't believe he came all the way down to this void to come see me. I really thought he'd stay home. I don't think anyone or anything could possibly understand the pure desperation I feel coursing through my veins. Right alongside the saline they're using to flush my IV of course.

My boyfriend entered my hospital room, #34 I believe, I saw when they rolled me in on the stretcher. Tears well up in my dried eyes, I couldn't feel enough of anything to cry while drugged out of my head but seeing him, well, I need him more than I have ever needed anyone before.

The look on his face when he saw me is one I didn't know he was capable of, pure horror even. I must look horrible stained with my own bile in these itchy hospital scrubs. He is quick to clasp my hand in his and rub along my knuckles and the back of my palm. Through the blurred vision and tears I can't even make him out anymore but I don't need to, I just need his touch. I need it so badly.

I have no depth perception at the moment, or hand eye coordination, and again everything is quite blurry so it was mostly unintentional when I pulled him in by the sweater. He leans into me and wraps his arms under my upper back, holding me against his chest.

He's warm against me, holding me gently in a hospital bed. I can't feel much at all other than the pain, his warmth was the only other sensation I could pin down in my head. It was such a harsh contrast from how I normally see him acting.

With him so close I can't tell where he ends and I begin this time. Even in one of my most painful moments, I feel a familiar comfort in my palpitating heart. He's the only thing keeping me from going entirely mad. He has no idea what I'd give to melt into him right here right now, become an amalgamated abomination of our half hazardly bonded flesh and bone. I'm afraid I'd ruin him and all his perfection with me and all my misshapen and grotesqueness.

I am especially disgusting as of now, making him worry about me like this. Can I not be horrible for just one second? Selfish, that's it. I must be selfish. I take another go at speaking a moment after we pull away. All I can muster is an apology that comes out more like a pathetic stammer through my tears.

The way his cold gaze met mine shook me. I've never seen real tears stream down his face. He looks so... distraught. Its like he's looking right through me and simultaneously looking directly at me. And on top of everything I've never seen him sign so frantically. He rarely signs at all.

"Please don't be sorry."

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"Don't strain your voice."

"Just stay right there, okay? Do you need anything?"

"I'll get you anything, I'd do anything for you."

I knew he cared about me, but I guess I never realized just how much. Or maybe I just forgot. How horrible am I?

Is it possible I'm actually worth something to him? Worth enough for him to call me an ambulance, worth enough for him to comfort me in the hospital bed, worth enough for him to cry over me?

Was I really worth staying with all this time?

My thoughts are interrupted by another round of retching, it seems those knots in my stomach weren't just anxiety. Mr. Plant holds my hand through it. I'm gonna be here a while, I know that. But he's here with me, and from the looks of it he isn't leaving my side anytime soon.

I'll make it out alive, not for myself, just for him. And for the possibility that maybe he needs me just as much as I need him. I wish my mind wasn't so scrambled, so I could find the words to express just how much I love him.

I love you Mr. Plant.

#overdose #vomiting #tw overdose #tw vomit #unnamed twomp au #twomp #ashur gharavi #argos twomp #the world of mr plant #twomrp #twomp fanfic #plargos #eye love you #I'm so sorry regular twomp enjoyerd #YOU JUST GOT [COMICALLY ANGSTY TWOMP AU]'D #Spotify

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