#narcotlcs

[bloodredfirework]

@narcotlcs​ asked: “you okay?”

It was often that Shiloh found herself perched upon the roof of the convenient store across from her rundown apartment building, especially on the bad nights when the ghosts that haunted her became too loud and unbearable. She’d noticed the ladder that climbed up the side of the building, tucked away inside of the alleyway, late one night when she’d escaped her room to collect herself after an unusually rough encounter with Mabel. It had been her go-to spot ever since, as it was close to her apartment and it was out of the way enough that she never had to worry about anyone bothering her.

With her guitar on her back, along with a comforter and a pair of headphones, Shiloh had made her way onto the roof, making herself a comfortable spot to sit. She always stayed for a couple of hours whenever she came up here, but this time, with the warm air of the summer night kissing her skin, she felt that she might have trouble pulling herself away. Being alone on a dirty roof was strangely more comforting than being in her own apartment, especially after she’d been followed back to her room by a ghost that she’d come to call ‘the Melting Man.’ He’d appeared only recently and only on a handful occasions, but the fact that he’d been able to interact with the physical world by rattling her doorknob had left her feeling uneasy that night.

For the last week or so, Shiloh had been hanging out with Felix more and more. Ever since he’d helped her steal back her guitar from her impounded taxi cab, she’d grown closer to him, at least in the sense that she didn’t mind spending time with him so much. She liked him, in fact. As always though, she was still careful to keep her distance, always keeping him at an arms length. Even while trying to limit her time with him, however, when he’d texted her ‘sup?, she’d answered him almost immediately, telling him that she was hanging out on the roof of the convenience store across from her apartment building. She hadn’t expected him to show up though, so when she heard him coming up the ladder, followed by his voice asking her if she was okay, she was genuinely surprised.

Quickly sitting up from her position on the comforter, Shiloh turned to look at Felix, a smile tugging at her lips. Her cheeks were immediately tinted with a blush, and the way that her heart skipped a beat made it clear to her that she was already getting herself in too deep with this troublesome boy. “I’m fine,” she answered him. “Were you just in the neighborhood or something?” She added, knowing surely that he hadn’t come all the way over here just to bother her.

#narcotlcs #v;main verse #meme; answered

[drugusersbible]

SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR COCAINE I was at a loose end for a couple of hours so I started to look at the contents of the cocaine samples submitted to a well known UK lab. Of focus was the issue of what cocaine is commonly bulked or cut with (not including other mainstream drugs). This was nothing to do with my book: it was purely for academic interest as an occasional user.

162 samples were submitted as cocaine from 1st September 2020 to the current date (April 2021). From these 50 (31%) of the samples were listed solely as cocaine, with no other recorded content.

I broke the rest down into two sets: those which returned a single addition, and those which returned multiple additions. The figures were as follows:

Single Addition (64 samples in total):

21 (13.0%) = Benzoylecgonine 17 (10.5%) = Levamisole 10  (6.2%) = Norcocaine 7   (4.3%) = Benzocaine 6   (3.7%) = Phenacetin 1   (0.6%) = Paracetamol 1   (0.6%) = Metformin 1   (0.6%) = Lidocaine

Multiple Additions (48 samples in total)

10 (6.2%) = Levamisole + Benzoylecgonine 7  (4.3%) = Levamisole + Norcocaine 5  (3.1%) = Levamisole + Benzoylecgonine + Norcocaine 4  (2.5%) = Benzoylecgonine + Norcocaine 3  (1.9%) = Benzoylecgonine + Ecgonine methyl ester 2  (1.2%) = Benzocaine + Norcocaine 2  (1.2%) = Phenacetin + Benzocaine 2  (1.2%) = Phenacetin + Norcocaine 2  (1.2%) = Benzoylecgonine + Norcocaine + Ecgonine methyl ester 1  (0.6%) = Levsole + Phenacetin 1  (0.6%) = Phenacetin + Norcocaine + Benzocaine 1  (0.6%) = Tropacocaine + Norcocaine + Benzoylecgonine + Ecgonine methyl ester 1  (0.6%) = Levamisole + Norcocaine + Benzocaine 1  (0.6%) = Levamisole + Norcocaine + Benzoylecgonine + Tropacocaine 1  (0.6%) = Benzocaine + Ecgonine methyl ester 1  (0.6%) = Phenacetin + Ecgonine methyl ester + Benzoylecgonine + Caffeine + Benzocaine 1  (0.6%) = Levamisole + Metformin + Norcocaine + Benzoylecgonine 1  (0.6%) = Levamisole + Benzoylecgonine + Norcocaine + Ecgonine methyl ester 1  (0.6%) = Benzoylecgonine + Procaine + Norcocaine + Ecgonine methyl ester 1  (0.6%) = Levamisole + Benzoylecgonine + Phenacetin + Ecgonine methyl ester

It should be noted that not all of these are bulking or cutting agents: some simply result from degradation or production issues. Referring to them as additions or additives is probably not the best terminology.    

This isn't the biggest of sample sizes but what surprised me was that some samples contained multiple additions. I can't speculate why that would ever happen, other than perhaps different vendors adding different agents as the cocaine moved down the supply chain. It has to be said though that this does represent a very small percentage of the samples.

What didn't surprise me though was that levamisole ranked so highly (present in 28% of all samples); although this wasn't as high as I feared. It is widely known that this is used to treat parasitic worm infections, and that it is a very bad idea to snort large volumes. I was also surprised at the low ranking of lidocaine, as I expected it to be the primary anesthetic/agent. Perhaps I am showing my age again, which also leads me to wonder what happened to procaine.

Refs: The Drug Users Bible [Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/099559368X]

#cocaine #coke #harm reduction #drugs #narcotlcs #drug testing #benzocaine #stimulants #drug #recreational drug #drug culture

[shadowsforstars]

@narcotlcs​

Unlike the night before, when Shiloh had left the campsite to wash up in the dark and she'd been walked-in on accidentally by Bellamy, there was nothing accidental about seeing Felix come bounding over to her in broad daylight. She'd been very clear about telling everyone that she was going to take a bath so that she could have some privacy. In particular, Bellamy, because of their interaction in the pond the night prior, but apparently, stating that she would be washing up didn't mean the same thing as 'stay away.' Not to Felix, anyways. The blond was stripping on the way over to her, removing his garments as he approached the edge of the pond. Shiloh's dark brown eyes continued to widen with each stride of his long legs as he closed the distance between them, her body sinking deeper into the water and her hand grabbing for a lily pad to pull it in front of her chest. "Felix! Felix, no! Don't you fucking dare!" She yelled at him, the frown on her face deepening. She'd already seen more of his body than she'd ever seen up until now, with the tattoo-covered male now in nothing but his underwear, but it was the speed that he was moving at that really terrified her. He wasn't stopping. With his underwear shed, Shiloh got a very brief eyeful of what he was packing, although she'd done her best to avert her gaze. "Felix! Fucking go awa-" The words had barely left her lips when he'd suddenly entered the water with a loud crash, a wave washing over her. She'd managed to keep hold of her lily pad, at least, but she'd come out of the water sputtering. As soon as she caught her breath, her gaze was on the blond with a stunned expression on her face, lily pad in place on the surface of the water. A frown began to form on her features but it was mixed with the faintest of smiles, as she couldn’t help but to find this whole situation a little comical. Perhaps it was just how unpredictable it all was. The fuck was wrong with this dude? In the water that came up to her shoulders though, more than half of the lanky male's torso was still above it. Not the best situation for her to appear intimidating in.

"You’re kidding me, right? You couldn't have waited until I was done?" Her cheeks were red as she spoke, tinted with the blush of having seen such a full-frontal view of him. He was even bolder than she'd initially given him credit for. “Seriously, Felix. Get the fuck out.” She pointed towards the camp. She meant what she said, but there was laughter in her tone. He was a funny guy, albeit kind of an idiot.

#narcotlcs #v;the forest #shilohxfelix #c;shiloh

[what-if-i-overdose]

#drugs #narkotyki #ćpuńskie życie #uzaleznienie #narcotlcs #życie ćpuna

[mechbeaut]

                                | @narcotlcs​ gets a starter!

There's a raise to her right hand and a small sigh upon her lips. Today just so happened to be her day off and of course, she's working. The things she'd do for strangers. No, no strangers. Handsome boys with tattoos that caught her interest. Not to mention cars. The nicer the car, or at least, in her opinion of nice, the easier it was to rope her in. That was, at first glance and if she had been talking about physical things. She's wise enough in the love department to know to not just go for looks and sexy cars. Though the thought does bring a small smirk to her lips. Tools sit beside her, lucky she brings a few with her in an emergency kit for calls like this. Though, was it his luck or hers that this just so happened to be their meeting? After all, he had the broken car but she had been dropped off, having been visiting her father at his home on one of those rare occasions where she doesn't mind the woman he left her mother for. Must be a new moon soon or something in the water. Yet, even as she looks in the bag, doing a mental check, her gaze keeps shifting back to the man standing before her.

Tall dark and handsome just happened to be standing, watching her and she couldn't help but be distracted by his eyes. The way his hair fell over his forehead. The way he looked relaxed and content as she pups the car hood open, using the stick to hook it on the under part of the hood. There's a small smile as she sees the engine. Clean and beautiful in all it's smoking glory. She knows that any other person would be groaning right now, wanting the words of a massive complaint to fall from their lips but this? This was her happy place. This was her home. To be under the hood of a car, she was content here. She was in her element. Hands move, running carefully across a hose, feeling for a hole. Another hand reaching for the dingy to check the oil, a need to make sure he's not low, was always on a good mechanic's mind. "So you wanna tell me exactly what happened?" She questions, her voice light as she straights her back back up, gaze shifting to look at him, starting on his body before quickly shifting to his features as a light pick color starts to shade her cheeks. "I kinda need to know what to look for under your hood." The innuendo is there and she makes that highly clear. She doesn't mind a little bit of fun flirting. It's when it crosses that that she plays hard to get. She knows better than to let her attract lead to anything past a bit of flirting at first.

A moment passes and as she turns back to the vehicle in her skilled hands. She bends back over at her hips, stretching a little so she can reach, pulling the dingy out of the oil gauge as her dark gaze checks the levels of it. "It's not an oil issue. You've got plenty of that." She laughs a little, a bit awkward, not sure what to say as his presence has a bit of an effect of her. God, why did a hot guy have to be the one to call her father's company for a mechanic on the go? And why was she the only one available to come out? A sigh leaves her lips, hoping he doesn't hear it or question it. She screws the dingy back in place before pulling removing herself from under the hood, grabbing a white cloth from her bag and wiping down her fingers. When she gets home, she'll use the heavy duty soap to get the grease off, but only after she gets down and dirty with this engine. "Were you...street racing or something?" Rylan's joking of course, she doubts that's what he was doing, though, if it was, she may have some pretty damn good things to say about that. "You're lucky you got a damn good mechanic in your grace. Don't worry about your baby, here. She's in good hands."

#narcotlcs #verse: tbt #ch: Felix

[vainlgacy]

* starter . @narcotlcs​  ft . Felix Miller

                      there  are  parties  that  happen  around  campus  ,  always  ones  that  you  would  go  to  and  there  would  be  some  kind  of  regulations  &  narcissa  ,  while  she  had  liked  them  ,  she  had  craved  something  more  .  she's  clad  in  something  her  mother  would  absolutely  die  over  something  ,  body  displayed  so  perfectly  in  curves  of  black  .  she  steps  into  the  house  ,  one  that  she  had  been  told  held  the  best  party  &  drugs  possible  ,  looking  around  her  for  the  host  .  she's  heard  about  him  ,  secrets  &  rumors  ---  even  being  told  that  he  was  nothing  but  myth  .  

                the  blonde  walks  in  as  if  she  owns  the  place    ,    scarlet  lips  curved  into  a  smile  as  she  reaches  for  a  drink  and  brings  it  to  her  lips  to  take  a  sip    .    who  she  had  arrived  with  had  told  her  that  they  would  be  back  ,  but  she  knows  that  they  are  gone  for  the  night  ---  she  would  meet  up  with  them  again  later    .    narcissa  ,  bathed  in  black  &  sparkles  ,  leans  against  one  of  the  walls    ,    legs  crossed  at  the  ankles  as  red  bottoms  are  displayed  to  the  crowd  .  she's  not  looking  for  entertainment  ,  enjoying  watching  the  chaos  unfold  .  

#narcotlcs #✧ thread . what I create is chaos #✧ modern / muggle . cause i’m only human ( verse ) #i'll write up a verse for us soon !!

[everhaunted]

@narcotlcs​ asked: " don't make a big deal out of this. you like hugs, right? so... here's a hug. " Truly, Shiloh couldn’t tell if the offer was sincere or not, her brow quirking upward in suspicion as Felix opened his arm to give her a hug. She’d had an especially bad night that had turned into an even worse day, her reoccurring nightmares keeping her from sleep and causing her to feel cranky, like a toddler that had missed its nap. It wasn’t as though she wasn’t used to running on empty by now, but it never felt good.

“What?” Shiloh asked, cracking a smile for the first time that evening since Felix had come over to her apartment. They’d had plans to smoke some pot together and watch something on the television, but so far, her company had likely been less than pleasant. “Since when do I like hugs?” She laughed, the smile on her face growing bigger. Since she’d known the lanky, tattooed male, she’d only ever hugged him once, and it had been during a mental breakdown in the stairwell, when Mr. Smiley had attacked her. “This is a trap, isn’t it?”

#narcotlcs #interactions; felix #v; main verse

[portectorisms-a]

                 | @narcotlcs​ didn’t ask for a starter but got one anyways.

Hazelnut hues are captivated by the sight before him. It’s not as if he’s never seen one before, but something about it’s layout, the way it hung from the branch to the tree. It sat so undisturbed despite the fact that the cannibals seemed to love to climb the trees, making their way from tree to tree just to stalk their prey. To study them. To wonder just what they were doing on their island and in their forests. A part of Bellamy did wonder what exactly these cannibals ate when a plane hadn’t had a freak accident over this place? He draws a breath. Perhaps those bodies in the caves weren’t just hanging up for the torture they seemed to desire, or the way they seemed to place them upon display. Perhaps these cannibals just waited until they were to the brink of starvation before finally feeding upon them. He had witnessed it before. Heard of it too. The way that people would torture others until they died all because they found a sick enjoyment of such actions before finally ending their life. It’s a thought that sends a shudder down his back and makes him revert his attention back to the intricate web upon the tree. Spiders had always been something that had interested him. The way they built their homes and protected their young. He always loved the way they seemed to always stay in their own place, killing anyone who stepped foot in that wasn’t a mate. Spiders were the apex in their world.

It takes the branches snapping behind him. The leaves rustling around him, that cause the small hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. Bellamy’s body goes to alert. Of course it does. He’s always been on alert. Here. In the field. He doesn’t know when war ends. When one battle is done and then peace can began. He’s always been fighting. Always been trying to survive, even as a kid and a teenager. It hadn’t mattered. War was set in his bloodstream. Combat boots turn on the ground, he’s reaching for the hatchet attached to the beltloop on his right side, body ready to either throw it for a kill or swing it to give himself enough time to leave. Though he stops mid movement, heart thundering in his ears. “Fucking hell, Felix.” He hisses out as the other scares him bad enough that he was about to murder him. “How about you make yourself known next time you sneak up on a dude, yeah?” There’s a small smirk that curves his lips, showing that he’s not actually angry or upset. “You got some time, then? Since you seem to be out here in the woods. We can head down to the beach or find some deer.” He pauses, gaze settling upon the blond. “Guess I’m in a talking mood.”

#narcotlcs #Descend into Hell with you. (The Forest | Closed) #I dunno what this is but here it is. LOL

[ldentidem]

@narcotlcs​ ❤

       I’m going.

      No, it’s too dangerous. You’re not going anywhere!

       I’m not a child! And in any case, I’m not YOUR child.

      She would have to apologize for that once she got back. And honestly, it was only because of that that she thought perhaps staying with Princess Bronte was a better option than Alexandria... Still, she’d promised she’d come back with whatever she found in that hospital. 

       It surprised her, that it wasn’t cleared just yet, but at least the horde in there had been put under control and all she needed to do was get in and out with her tiny youth group; made mostly out of Grovewalk people. What a joy it was. A joy that wasn’t meant to last long because the second they entered, she walked away. Babsey didn’t do so because she didn’t care about the mission; she simply didn’t care about the people coming with her. And they didn’t care about her either, so she had nothing to do with them. 

       Dead bodies were scattered around the floor and while she was sure they wouldn’t get up, she was cautious enough not to walk near any of their heads. The once white, all too esterile place now smelling of rotting flesh and death; too peaceful, in a very grim manner. 

       Her steps quickly took her to the Hospital’s cafeteria, and upon close inspection of its storage, she found canned food; quite the quantity too. 

     ❝ Huh... ❞

#ᶠᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ( babsey ) #narcotlcs

[shootfortherightreasons]

‘ don’t talk to me like that. ’

🔫 Part of him wanted to look away - keep watch in every direction. There were others out here. This person had stopped him, but that was, so far, all he’d done. Coming out here hadn’t been a mistake until now, and he’d intended to separate the Saviors out here and pick them off one by one. It didn’t seem like they’d caught on to that, but he couldn’t take the chance. The only thing he could do was play this off as safely as possible despite how… potentially difficult that might have been considering how far out he was and the fact that some of them may have known he’d been to the Sanctuary before in some… capacity.

“Like what? Like an enemy? Because you are.” Unfortunately he couldn’t use the excuse that they were too close to Alexandria off “business”. This was a half baked plan and it wasn’t until now that he realized it. Could he use the excuse of being out here to train because of his eye? He didn’t know how well that would go over considering the distance between himself and the town. Typically, and as it would make sense, he would be just outside the walls or a bit further for that. Did… Did scavenging work? It was difficult to think about when he knew a handful of a group was this close. Too far from Alexandria and not close enough to the Sanctuary… What else could he use? “I’m serious. Back up so I don’t have to hurt you or worse. Or did you get permission to jump us on the road, too?”

#narcotlcs #;; Sentence Meme Prompts ;; #;; carl and his hypocritically logically sound i came out here to kill y'all but jumping me or my people is poor behavior didn't u know ;;

[bloodredfirework]

@narcotlcs​ asked: “on a scale of one to ten, exactly how mad are you at me?”

There were times when the various forms of ghostly activity that plagued Shiloh would take a silent and sneaky approach with her, leaving her paranoid when it came to turning corners or opening closet doors, and other times it was given to her with foreboding expectancy. On this night, after she’d spent the evening hanging out on the beach with Felix, Hunter, and some of their other friends, it was the latter. The stairwell was echoing with the sound of footsteps and the faint whisper of heavy breathing, shadows dancing along the walls in the form of a slow-pacing man and reaching hands. The brunette knew the sounds and the telltale visuals all too well, and so there wasn’t a single doubt in her mind that when she went up those stairs, she would see him; the ghost with the twisted face, his mouth warped into an unnatural grin and his empty eye-sockets stretched out like they’d been pulled on. He might try to grab her again, or he might just stand there and stare at her. His purpose? She still didn’t know. He never spoke, only groaned and wheezed under his breath, and so she could never communicate with him.

Because Shiloh knew what awaited her in the stairwell, she’d told Felix to leave her alone that night. He’d driven her home once again, and while she’d played around in her head with the possibility of having him come up with her to hang out for a bit, the supernatural activity that was swirling through the stairwell was enough to make her change her mind completely. It wasn’t remotely surprising to her when Felix had protested and pushed the idea further though, repeatedly requesting that she re-think her decision until she’d been left with no choice but to get stern with him and snap. “No. I said no. Okay? Seriously, fuck off. Go home!” With that, she’d turned and began her ascent up the staircase, but her confidence was instantly shaken as soon as she’d had to turn the first corner, her footsteps becoming cautious as she glanced around the corner before taking it in full.

After climbing the first two floors, Shiloh saw him. The ghost that had been following her since she was a child stood on the landing of the third floor, staring down at her with both of his hands outstretched. He was groaning out some muffled words, his voice gruff and full of anger and frustration, but the noises he made were never anything more than just that; noises. Never a complete sentence.

Shiloh’s blood ran cold, her muscles tensing as she froze at the bottom of the staircase. “Go away,” she whispered. “Leave me alone.” She took a step back then as the apparition moved towards her, beginning his slow descent to where she stood, and then his footsteps began to hasten. As he got close, she bolted, turning to move past him and heading as quickly as her short legs would carry her up the stairs. She stopped, however, when he’d managed to grasp at her ankle, his firm hold yanking her off of her feet and back down the steps. There were only two times prior to this that he’d ever managed to make contact with her, but this was by far the most prominent. She screamed as she slid back down onto the landing, immediately beginning to scramble away across the floor before she was tugged back over to him. A short grappling match took place as the brunette squirmed beneath his hold, his hands always searching for her face whenever he’d managed to pin her down for a moment, and then she’d managed to clamber away up the steps. She was yanked down one more time before she’d escaped and Mr. Smiley dissipated.

When Shiloh stopped on the landing of the sixth floor to catch her breath, her entire body trembling and quiet sobs cracking in her throat, she’d noticed Felix. He had followed her, and judging by the look on his face as he approached her, she assumed that he’d caught some of that altercation. “What are you doing here?” She snapped, her tone venomous and full of fire. Her nerves were still on edge, all of her emotions mixing at a boiling point and falling onto the tattooed male. She was about to take everything out on him, and she knew it. She could feel it happening. She was about to push him away, just as she knew that she would. And he would run.

“I told you to leave. Are you stupid? I told you to fuck off! Fucking go! Stop following me!” Shiloh yelled at him, backing away towards the next set of stairs. Her chocolatey eyes were brimming with tears, spilling over the edges with every blink of her long lashes and causing the drops to roll down her scuffed cheeks. Along her cheekbone, a bruise was already forming, her chin suffering from an abrasion that was likely caused by the rough edges of the old cement stairs. The rest of her body hadn’t been spared either, her bare legs and arms speckled with various cuts, scrapes and bruises. It was minor in comparison to the injuries that she could have sustained, however, had Mr. Smiley been able to stick around a little longer.

The wall behind her stopped Shiloh from backing away any further, her back making contact with it and halting her escape. There was a scowl on her face, but the resolve of her anger was slowly cracking as she stared into Felix’s blue eyes, her lips trembling as she fought the sobs that were slowly slipping through the cracks in her armor. “Go. Away.” She spoke the words one more time, the anger and frustration and hurt all burning bright in the tone of her shaky voice. She’d thought for sure then that he would leave, perhaps after yelling at her, but instead, he asked her a simple question.

‘On a scale of one to ten, exactly how mad are you at me?’

Shiloh paused, confusion swirling itself into the mix of emotions that were already running through the chaos of her mind and etching itself into her features. “What?” She asked, a quiet sob causing a hitch in her breathing. After what he’d just seen, he was asking her if she was mad at him? She didn’t know if he was trying to make a joke, or if he was simply trying to survey the situation to see if he could approach her, but regardless, it had made her start to smile. She’d tried to mask it with a look of impressment and a tilt of her head, but the hint of a grin was still visible.

“A ten, Felix.” Shiloh answered him. “A hard fucking ten.”

#narcotlcs #meme; answered #interactions; felix #wow this got long lmfao #oooooops

[a-typical]

I was prescribed Oxycodone 5mg with Acetaminophen 325mg and it doesn't help (maybe 4 hours but it's still ridiculous). I don't want to take this stuff that frequently but they sent me home about an hour after surgery because of the pandemic. The nurse said they're cancelling all surgeries where someone has to stay overnight. So voila mine was outpatient or something. They didn't even let me sit in a bed after wards... 😣

It hurts to get out of the bed, to pee, and I can't sleep at all because ouch. This isn't doing it for me. I just want to be pain free during at least the 1st week of recovery. I got my insides cut and burned so maybe that's why it doesn't help that much but idk.

Also fuck the opioid epidemic or whatever it's called. People in pain after surgery shouldn't have to suffer.

#oxycodone surgery #opioid #hydrocodone #Tylenol #acetaminophen #pain reliever #narcotlcs #pain relief #surgery

[irnwll]

‘  you’re  always  so  fast  to  assume  that  it’s  my  fault ,  but  guess  what ?  you  don’t  know !  ’

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  ALWAYS QUICK TO ASSUME IT’S his fault? Oh, absolutely he’s correct about THAT assumption, but the truth of the matter was, it just felt like something Felix would do -- how else was he supposed to evaluate the situation? Maybe if it were the inclusion of sirens outside the home, he’d be more willing to think it was another neighbor who’d messed up (with rich idiots always doing something nefarious underneath the radar, it wouldn’t shock him), but this time, it was a family vase just SHATTERED on the floor, something that he knew his father would be freaking out about.

      Should Jake have yelled at him -- the answer is unknown currently as quivering digits grab hold of giant shards of ceramic. Currently, the butlers and maids were all in attendance at his father’s little party downstairs, something he couldn’t bring Felix INTO but he’d decided to be nice (for once) and bring him inside to get some alcohol bottles from below ; his father and mother were known drinkers, but they weren’t going to fault the younger brother for taking some for himself -- so long as it wasn’t the vintage ones that were for their anniversaries. Truthfully, it was the one thing in this home he could accomplish without his shoulders shaking so long as he permitted his entry with messaging instead of face-to-face confrontation.

       -- it also helped he’d messaged his mother, the lesser of the two evils.

       It’s soft, barely there, but after the rebuttal that Jake didn’t know if it was him who’d broken the vase, his breath attempted to steady itself, failing miserably as feeble tries were made to piece back together this family relic. ❝ He’s going to kill me... ❞ Voice whispered this remark, head snapping up to send a stare toward Felix ; it wasn’t a glare filled with venom but one of pleading for assistance here. They were going to grab booze for the other, but this....was far more important than anything. Even if Felix hadn’t broken it behind Jake’s back and it’d been some freak accident by a maid or butler who’d been wandering through and decided to pretend not to see it, this would come back on JAKE, not them or Felix or his mother -- Jake.

      ❝ Just...just help...pick it up -- all of it... ❞ What were they going to do? Get glue and hope for the best? At this point, he didn’t care anymore if it was his fault ; he’d blame him, yeah, and he would forever until it became a joke but this time, he needed the shitty, ugly, overly priced thing fixed NOW. ❝ Even if you didn’t break it, you’re going to fix it with me. ❞ It wasn’t outwardly a command either, but from the trembling of his hands, the remark was of desperation ; he couldn’t do it quickly on his own -- there wasn’t anyway he’d manage it! The gaudy thing had too many CHUNKS.

      ❝ Do this and you can have whatever the fuck you want from me. ❞

                                    〤. ( & . A MILLION LITTLE THINGS / SENTENCE STARTERS .

#narcotlcs #ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʟʟ ( i c ) #ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜɪᴛꜱ ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴀ ꜰɪᴛ ( a n s w e r e d ) #ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀᴘꜱɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴜɴɴᴇʟ ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ ( v. modern )

[shadowsforstars]

@narcotlcs​

Although she was still getting to know everyone and she had yet to really figure out who she could trust, Shiloh had at least been able to get enough of a reading on Felix to decide that he was a relatively harmless guy. Accident-prone and a little rash sometimes, yes, but not out to do her any harm. It was because of that assumption that she'd decided to follow him out to some caves that they'd recently started exploring as a group, promising the other two men that remained back at the camp that they’d only descend down to the first level to collect a few supplies and then return. As to be expected with their sort of luck, things didn't go as planned, and before they knew it they were four levels deeper than they'd initially intended on diving, and many winding, confusing corridors inward. The unravelling had all started when a female cannibal had come crawling out of the shadows unexpectedly, catching Shiloh off-guard in a violent attempt to drag her away. Felix had noticed just in time and had managed to fend her off, but it wasn't without consequence, for it had pulled him off the side of the rocky ledge along with it in a struggle for survival. When Shiloh had met up with him at the bottom of the long drop after hurriedly scrambling down the lengthy rope, the tattooed blond appeared to be in bad shape. His bone was jutting out of the flesh of his shin, the tip of which could be seen poking through the fabric of his jeans. Her heart sunk and her stomach flipped, her breathe hitching as it tried to escape her lungs in a gasp. "Felix!" Frantic footsteps carried her to his side, her hands immediately reaching for his throat to find a pulse. She halted when she heard him groan though. "Oh, thank fuck. You're alive.” She tried to calm herself and keep control of her facial expression, but her gaze kept flickering away from his eyes and down to the bloody wound on his leg.

#closed starter #narcotlcs #v;the forest #c;shiloh #shilohxfelix

[unfortunatesculs]

007. — Punch my muse (For Jake ofc 😘)

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST -- a construct given to them by Darwinism, left to them as a guide of how to adapt, exceed, and survive the cruelties of life. In the primal sense, it’s equivalent to merely avoiding conflict when necessary and ducking ones head down in response or knowing when you should strike down an opponent full force ; in a social sense, it’s more confusing, winding, jarring... Jake wasn’t accustomed to social situations (he detested them with every fiber of his being) and kept himself secluded quite often to the sides, used to being outcast by expectations. After being subjected to the two losers who’d brought him slightly out of his shell, he remember why he kept to himself: he just didn’t know when to quit stating his own opinions, his mindset, his rational approaches, his logic before emotion spiels -- nobody wanted to hear him speak of it yet he continued.

        Conversation over text turned threatening and, when he’d placed his phone to his lap, the first sight he’d be greeted to was one of the palest fists to his features. Jawbone would scream under duress, a surprised noise accompanying it, sending the shorter of the two falling back upon his backside, hand raising to cradle cheek, other raised to defend himself from further assaults. 

       Forming bonds with others, he detested the very notion of it when he wasn’t near those he’d been able to -- the argument would be fair to make that he couldn’t survive off two people forever ; they’d all eventually want him gone, they’d want their space, they’d want him gone... It made his throat dry to consider, and, with a guy like this as a potential bond he didn’t even want near him for the time being, it made him even less likely to grow close to others (he wanted to conceal himself...like a turtle whenever others came near). A broken jawbone wouldn’t be the worst he received in this realm (not that it was what he thought he’d gained from the encounter), but it certainly wasn’t a pleasant one ; he wondered if it was possible at this point when he and Felix were either confrontational or merely bemused by one another’s company.

        Had Felix been expecting a slew of insults sent his way, he was incorrect.

        The only opposition he was met with came in the form of one foot wrapping around the ankle of long ass legs and yanking the asshole toward himself in an attempt to knock him off his feet -- at least as moderate revenge for the obnoxious violence thrown his way ; if he wanted to deck him, then he should be down on Jake’s level (right on his ass). Watery eyes from the pain would hold back the forced tears, glaring in response as silence reigned between them momentarily -- iron will.

                                                             〤. VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS !

#narcotlcs #ᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ( i c ) #ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜᴍʙ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ( j a k e ) #ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱɪɴɢ ( a n s w e r e d ) #ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀ 'ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ( v. dead by daylight ) #// mama said to knock you out

[mechbeaut]

@narcotlcs​ asked: “   you  don’t  even  know  me .   ” from this meme!

Rylan would be the first to admit when she doesn’t know someone but wishes to spend more time with them. Felix was one of those cases. She had spent plenty of time around different types of personalities. Everyone was different, there was no denying that, especially in this world. Her father was more of the type to blunt but secretive. He didn't wear any type of emotion on his sleeve and she can't recall a moment that she saw anything out of him except for the basics of happiness and sadness. He wore a mask that hid everything so well. So well that she used to be envious of such an act. How was he so good at it when the rest seemed so terrible? A question she later discovered the answer to. Her mother, on the other hand, wore her emotions on her sleeve. She cried when she felt sad and she shown different tones of happiness when they presented themselves to her. She wasn't so much an emotional person but she wasn't afraid to let the world see just exactly how she felt. It was how she raised her three kids, even if each of them were different. Rylan was in between the two of them in that aspect. Drawing from them both. Though, she also had the personalities of those in the shop as well. Having been a cheerleader in high school and grown into a young woman who knew that she looked good, had made her grow used to being seen as nothing more than a piece of meat, especially on the shop floor. It was different world in there. A world where men dominated and expected to be treated like Gods. She wanted to show that Goddesses existed too. It wasn't just a penis fest when it came to cars and other sorts of vehicles.

When she had first met Felix on the job. She enjoyed the banter she had with him. The way they could be flirtatious together while she was under the hood of his car. He was tall. Attractive and could make her laugh. All surface things that she was attracted to but it made her want to get to know him more. To spend that time with him and see just how far they could go with this. He seemed cool, even if his car wasn't but that was, yet again, another surface thing. Cars could be changed with work and, unfortunately, money as well but she could do all that with her eyes closed, all he had to do was ask. The thought of it was something that made her heart warm. This was what she liked about her job, even if it made her father mad. She liked helping others who couldn't even change a tire or had the funds to pay for the full fix. She liked knowing that she could get their vehicle fixed up and ready to continue the journey from point A to point B or C. A vehicle could be an extension of a person, something she was no stranger of knowing. She had seen plenty of people pass through the shop who would beg and plead for a payment plan or some type of bargain and she would see how her father would treat them. Something she'd never want to do to another person if she could help.

"You're right." Rylan pauses after he speaks, her light blue gaze settling upon him as she leans back against one of the many work benches in the shop. It was empty. They were the only two and the car that sat between them. She liked the silence though. The way the shop became a ghost town when everyone else had left for the night or had the weekends off. It was just her and the smell of oils and other such things that filled the atmosphere. In this case, it was her and Felix and all those tantalizing smells that others could hate. "But you do realize that the only way to change that is for us to spend more time together, right?" There's a slight raise to her left eyebrow as she speaks, arms crossing over her chest, one foot coming to cross over the other as she lets the work bench hold her weight with the other foot on the ground. "You get to know someone by telling them about *you* and your life." A pause and she lets her hands drop to her sides just then. "Here's to hoping you like my company because I *do* want to get to know you better, Felix." Though, she motions to the car near them, sitting in the middle of one of the many work places in the shop. “We can talk while I work.”

#narcotlcs #verse: ry&felix main tbt #ch: Felix