#(oh and they were mad stoners)

[melrodrigo]

Pain Relief - Mabel

Mabel Black Label x Reader

Summary: Mabel gets back from an intense day at work, and seeks comfort from her girlfriend.

Word Count: 800+

A/N: I’m back babies

Look, dating someone in the Boston crime gang was never on your bucket list. Sure, you’ve read your fair share of enemies to lovers mafia fan fiction, but you’d never expect it to actually happen.

You were always a good kid, steered away from drugs and sketchy stoners. But Mabel, Mabel.

She was the most beautiful girl you’d ever laid eyes on. Tan skin and messy hair, it was never an option not to fall in love with her.

But in your defense, Mabel was nothing like the rest of them. She was kind, the most thoughtful soul you know, and inspiring in all aspects of her life.

She was put in a tricky situation since childhood, but she always made the most out of it and always strived to get out.

You knew she could be cold. Some of her friends referred to her as “Mabel Black Label”, but her cut-throat personality disappeared whenever she was with you. It was like she turned into this nicer, more exciting, wondrous person. Or at least, that’s how she felt.

So, when she didn’t come to see you as she’d promised, you knew something was wrong.

She had mentioned earlier that she was doing a big deal that night, and that she was going to come get you for your date right after.

By the time she called you, a little after midnight that exact night, you’d practically jumped up at the sight of her name across your phone.

Anxiety stirred deep within you.

You bit your nail as you answered the phone.

“Hey babe…” Her voice exhaled, shaky like she’d just run a mile and immediately called you.

“Baby? Where have you been? Are you alright?” You breathed, question after question tumbling out before she even had the chance to answer.

“Don’t be mad…I’m at your house now.” She says, slurring her words slightly.

You’re up and striding toward your door before she can even finish her sentence, heart racing a hundred miles a minute.

“Why would I be mad? God, Mabel, I swear you had me-“ You stop abruptly, taking in the sight before you.

She’s standing somewhat bashfully, rocking on her heels, the right side of her face facing away from you. You furrow your eyebrows, sensing immediately that something’s terribly wrong.

You reach out to tilt her face so you can see all of it, and your mouth falls open at the sight. Her face is beaten. Spilt lip and everything, the bruises that look like they’ve just been formed are already turning a different color. You grab her by the wrist and immediately drag her into your home. Your annoyance disappears instantaneously as you take her in again.

It’s so purple, you can’t help but reach out to graze your fingertips against it as she winces quietly.

“Oh, baby.” You sigh, hooking a finger under her chin so she looks into your eyes. She can’t meet your gaze, eyes flitting between your couch and the lamp, things she suddenly finds very interesting.

You get up and feel her hold on your wrist tighten, signaling to not go. You reassure her you’re only going to get the first aid kit, and you’ll be back in a minute.

Mabel begrudgingly lets you go, looking so small and fragile sitting there.

“Look at me.” You tell her, sternly, when you get back. You take the cotton bud and apply some alcohol, gently dabbing it against a cut on her lip.

She hisses, unable to keep the pain at bay. You tut, telling her you’re almost done. You know she needs some tough love in moments like these- she was never the best at receiving affirmations.

“Whatever happened…” You start, biting your lip, trying to grasp the right words. Mabel looks at you intently.

“I’m sure you did your best. And it definitely wasn’t your fault.” You know the way she works, better than you know yourself, and she blames herself for this. If anything didn’t go her way, she’d always get like this. You’s always loved the perfectionist type, after all.

Mabel opens her mouth to speak for the first time in what feels like eternities.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t- couldn’t get here on time for the date.” She blubbers, tears spilling out of her eyes.

You hold her for a while before you chuckle lightly, and watch as she looks up in surprise, eyebrows raised.

“I could care less about our date. What I care about is that you’re alive.” You tell her, cupping the side of her face that isn’t bruised. Your other hand pressed against her chest, right where her heart is.

Her eyes soften, turning into those big brown puppy-like eyes you love so much. And you can feel it before she says it.

“I love you.” She says as she takes your lips in a fierce kiss, surprising but not at all unwelcome. You happily lean in, kissing her like she might disappear tomorrow.

You lose yourself in the moment, push against her a little too hard, and she winces.

“Shit, sorry.” You mumble sheepishly. She pecks you on the lips again before whispering huskily.

“You know…I heard kisses help with pain. I think you should help me out over here.” She points to her split lip, eyes suddenly twinkling.

The twinkle in your eye doesn’t fail to match hers.

“I suppose I could help out someone unwell…it’s the right thing to do anyway.” You say with a little nod, though neither of you is listening to what you’re saying at this point.

“Right.” She grins, grabbing you by the nape of your neck and into her arms.

Even like this, bruised and bloody, you’re proud to say, that Mabel Black Label, your girlfriend, never fails to charm the pants off of you.

[suguae]

What you need.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ notes ࿐ྂ Emo!Choso x stoner!reader, smoking, drinking, Oral, Female receiving, Strangers to lovers?, creampie, p in v. characters are ooc! Not proofread. I'm taking request so please send I'm running out of ideas smh...

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"You’re going–whether you like it or not.” Nobara applied some lip gloss, checking her outfit one more time. The last place you ever saw yourself was at this frat party. Nobara on the other hand begged you to go. Ever since you met Nobara, she pursued you to open up more. Going out to clubs, parties, and even just shopping, which you still hate doing. You were just really lazy, never wanting to leave the dorms. As Nobara would say, a rotting potato. 

“Give me 5–” “No this is gonna take more than 5.” She grabbed your wrist and threw you into the bathroom. Nobara does your hair cutely while you gulp down a very much needed energy drink. She grabs a pair of jeans that still had the tag on and gives you a judging look.“Seriously y/n?” She chuckles while you look confused. She chucked the pants at your face, now looking for a perfect top. 

“You look—mwah perfect!” She claps her hands together proud of the outcome. Different from your usual hoodies and plaid pj pants look topped off with a messy bun. You grab your purse and spray a bit of perfume before exiting the door with Nobara.

You take a hit from the small pink disposable. You only hated parties because you weren’t good with crowds, so taking a puff of the weed pen definitely always helped with the stress. Nobara was always against it but at this point she gave up, only leaving the windows open in her car to fume the smell out. “It’s not gonna be that bad, I promise.” She gives you a reassuring smile. 

“I promise, my ass.” You mumble walking through the crowd already parted ways from Nobara. You weren’t mad that she left, because who were you to stop her from having fun. Your body was already fuzzy from the indica strain you hit less than 10 minutes ago. “Y/n what the hell?” you turn to see Todo with Yuji by his side. You softly smile as Todo leads you to the back where it had been quieter and less abrupt. 

“We honestly never thought you’d come to one of these.” Yuji says passing you a drink filled with god knows what. “No offense but couldn’t even tell that was you, you look amazing.” Todo wraps his arm around your shoulder. “ouch—” you clench onto your chest as if you were hurt by his words. 

“Wanna join us? We’re about to play cup pong inside.” Yuji asked. Going back in there would be hell, but out here was filled with people making out and a little smoke circle. “I’ll be there in a few, I’ll stay out here for now.” They shrugged it off and walked back inside to the real party. You sat with the little circle of people who had been passing around a blunt. 

“You know my little brother?” you turn to look at who’d been talking to you while you waited for your turn. His eyes were sunken and dark, but red due to the weed. His voice was deep and his head leaned on some random freakishly hot girl. “Um–who?” you questioned who he’d been talking about. He cleared his throat before picking his head up to get a better look at you. 

“Yuji.” He passes you the joint. Yuji? Had an older brother? An older brother that was 100x hotter than him. Not even looking remotely similar. “Oh..yeah.” you take a deep puff before passing it onto some other person. “Y/n, seriously?” you turn around to see Nobara rushing to pull you away from the group. “What?” You look back at the circle as Nobara pulls you inside. 

“Not Yuji’s brother, he and his friends are weird.” She closes the back door while leading you into the kitchen to grab another drink. “Listen, I'm just trying to have fun like you told me.” You were a bit surprised at why she pulled you away, wouldn't she want this?

“They're weird, like a cult kind of…” she giggled, fixing her makeup on her little hand mirror while you took a sip from the red cup. Nobara was very judgmental though, judging people before she even knew them.

Now you stood in the kitchen alone. “Where’s that little friend of yours?” Yuji’s brother spoke, catching you off guard. He was inches away from you hovering over you. You noticed how he had some piercings, an eyebrow piercing, a lip piercing and some ear piercings. His finger nails were painted black and to top it off he smelled amazing. The strong cologne taking over your nose, mixed with the smell of the weed. “Somewhere.” You yelled due to the loud music. 

“She doesn’t like me.” He laughed bringing the red cup up to his face for a sip. “I assumed.” you dryly respond looking everywhere but his eyes. “Wanna get out of here?” stranger danger? You didn’t even know his name yet, and he’s asking you if you wanted to leave with him. “Kamo Choso.” He held out his hand finally introducing himself, seeing the uncertain look on your face.

You softly shake it, “Y/n..L/n” What could be the worst to happen? After all, you weren’t even enjoying yourself here. 

“Fuck~” a whispered moan coming out of your mouth, tugging onto Choso’s hair. Hearing the lewd noises coming from his mouth as he slurps the juices from your aching pussy. His tongue explores places you never knew of. One hand grasping your waist as the other wraps around your thigh. You couldn’t help but close your thighs tightly around Choso’s head, the pleasure overstimulating you. “I’m gonna cum–” Your hands pressing Choso’s head deeper than he already was feeling your high getting closer and closer with each movement in Choso’s tongue. The milky substance droops down Choso’s chin as he pulls away. Deeply breathing making his way on top of you. 

One minute you two are laughing about some random shit and the next he’s eating you out in his brother's bedroom in the noisy frat house. The music was muffled. His lips intertwined with yours, tasting the cum from your pussy on his tongue. His hands roaming your body, you slide off his shirt having the perfect view of his light 6 pack. 

He breaks the kiss to slide his black sweatpants, his long cock springing out hitting his stomach. “I don’t have a condom…” he huffs looking at you. You point at your arm as your breath is unsteady. He rubs the tip of his cock onto your clit, teasing you. The pathetic moans escaping your mouth as you grab his face, leaving sloppy pecks on his lips. “Where the hell were you all my life.” He watches your lips form into the ‘O’ shape while he slides his cock against your folds. This was pure perfection to him. You were a drug to him. Once his eyes landed on you, there was no turning back. “Want me to fuck you?” He whispers leaving a little nibble on your ear. He was getting ready to slip himself into your wet cunt before you stopped him. “What’s the matter—we can stop if you want…” He worriedly looked at you. He was respectful too? “No–I wan’t ride you.”

“Fuck y/n…” He whimpers as you jump up and down on his dick. His hands tightly gripping your hips while his eyes travel to your boobs bouncing up and down.Your head leaned back as you moaned. Feeling you hit the spot every time you pounced. “Let me see that beautiful face, yeah?” His hand leaves your waist as his thumb rubs the bottom of your lip. Slipping his thumb into your moist lips. Sucking his finger as you bounce on him persistently. 

You feel his cock splurt out his jizz inside your pussy, still hopping on his like a bunny as you feel your high reach. Finally you throw yourself next to him while the white mixed liquids run down your cunt. Both of you breathe in sync trying to process everything that just happened. You grab your clothes and change the bathroom of Yuji’s room while Choso cleaned up the mess. 

“Want to head back to my place?” Choso recommended in hope of you saying yes. You followed closely behind him as you two were making your way out of Yuji’s room. You smiled and grabbed his hand, “Why not?” 

The door opened revealing Yuji getting ready to open it with some girl behind him, His eyes wide watching you and his brother leave his room. Hair messy, runny makeup and the atmosphere was just so clear. You two didn’t bother to explain, leaving Yuji dumbfounded.

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Scud knows the second you find out he took your dildo that he’s in so much trouble, he can almost see the burning look in your eyes but that doesn’t matter now. What matters now is that he has it, and he’s alone. He made sure that the walkie was one hundred percent off, cause god forbid everyone on the channel hear him not doing his assignment.

It always made Scud feel so flithy whenever he started to undo his pants, dropping them down around his ankles. At first he couldn’t get the thing to stick, maybe not because it was a fabric fucking chair, so he huffed. There was a half crush box in the corner, Scud snatching it up and ripping it open, placing it flat on the seat. This time, the dildo stuck, and Scud squeezed a shit ton of lube out. You’d be mad about that too, but that didn’t even matter, not with the way Scud easily slipped down the entire cock without even trying, gripping the small table in front of him for balance.

It was the deepest he had ever had a dick inside him, so deep Scud swore that part of it was in his stomach. He lifted himself up and slid back down, little to no resistance anywhere. Scud didn’t waste any time before he was already loudly groaning and shaking the van, bouncing quickly as each thrust hit a sensitive nerve he didn’t even know was there. He grips the edge of the table tightly with one hand, the other wrapping around his tender cock and tearing a cry from his throat, squeezing around his leaky tip.

He could hear your voice in his head, scoffing at him and looking down on him for being such a “dirty little fucking whore.” Oh he wanted to hear your voice so badly, whimpering as he quickened his pace, wet slapping sounding in the small van from where Scud almost dripped lube from his ass, rolling down and smearing across his nuts. He could imagine the way you point it out to him, asking “can you hear how fucking wet you are for me? so eager and ready for me?” God yes, he could hear all of it, almost downright taste it.

His orgasm was burning hot in his gut, and all he could think about was how fucking amazing he felt. He knows better then to go behind your back, and it makes him feel like such a slut when he thinks about how much that just turns him on. His hand speeds up as he continues to jerk himself, whining and stuttering out curses as each jabs to his insides combined with the harsh stroke of his hand, Scud absolutely falls apart. “Fuuck! Oh God yes- fuck, fucking fuck me” He sobs, hips sputtering as he cums everywhere, head thrown back and stull feverishly moving his hand, sloppily bouncing on the dildo.

His ears were ringing, his chest expanded with every heavy pant, and his legs trembled from where they had been totally overworked, thigh muscles tense and straining. Scud almost passed out in the chair, his entire body going limp after a blinding orgasm.

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yes I am very obsessed with Scud yes I did change my blog theme to him and so what he’s my perfect innocent little baby boy he wouldn’t even hurt a fly hes scared of them he would never and could never do any type of wrong in his whole life he’s just my little sassy stoner whatever he’s being accused of I can 1000% guarantee you that he had literally nothing to do with it your honor he wasnt even there

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[vxntagedior]

stoned stoner

summary | you and ajax get high together

pairing | ajax petropolus x fem!reader

warning | marijuana use, drugs, fluff, puppy love

word count | 668

Ajax was a walking stereotype, a gorgon who was able to stone people who were always stoned, the gorgons didn’t have the named stoners because of the snakes on their head. 

Sitting in his dorm, one that was a single, Ajax getting lucky this year, the two of you were laying down in the bean bag in the corner of his room. You looked over to your boyfriend, seeing him finishing up rolling before turning back to you. 

You’re so pretty A.” Your eyes were droopy, your voice sultry, you knew that the weed was starting to affect your brain but you’d never lie to Ajax. 

“Yeah.” He smiled, lighting the end of the blunt. Bringing his lips to the opposite side, his eyes closed, taking in a deep breath, before blowing out the smoke. “C’mere baby.”

You leaned closer to him, letting him place the blunt between your lips, watching as you took your own breath before pulling away. His face still in front of yours, as you exhaled, the smoke pushed towards his face. 

Giggling softly, you leaned into him, your nose poking against his. 

“You gonna kiss me or what?” He asked. 

Never answering, you pressed your lips against his, tasting the mariguna on your tongue and his before pulling apart. 

Just before you could say something, a knock to his door stopped the two of you. In a panic, you took the blunt with you as you hid in the bathroom hoping to hide from whoever was knocking. 

Ajax on the other hand, maneuvered around his room, quickly spraying a scent that could mask the weed smell along with grabbing a mint. Finally making his way to the door, opening it just ajar to see who it was before opening it fully. 

“Oh.” He sighed seeing Xavier on the other side, “Babe it’s just Xavier.”

Xavier watched you come out of the bathroom, seeing the state of you. 

“Are you guys high?” He asked. 

“No.” You giggled, Xavier seeing straight through your lie. 

“There’s a nightshades meeting tonight, remember.” Both of you looked at each other, clearly forgetting about it.

“Great Bianca’s gonna be mad again.” Ajax whined. 

“Just be there.” Xavier sighed before leaving. 

The two of you tried to clean up the best you could, practically dousing yourself in perfume to mask the scent. 

Walking through the academy past curfew, the two of you were usually careful and quiet, now it was like the two of you were trying to attract all the attention. 

Finally making it to the Poe statue, you stared at Ajax waiting for him to let the two of you in. 

“I-I don’t remember.” He furrowed his brows looking at you, “Do you?”

“No!” Finally the panic started to settle in, “Use your snakes, they probably know.”

Seeing the statue move, you saw Yoko coming out, frown prominent on their face. 

“Get in, now!” They hissed, you both looked at each other trying not to face before following her in. 

“Where have you two been?” Bianca questioned, “Meeting started half an hour ago.”

“We were in Ajax's room.” You said seriously. 

“Don’t tell her that.” Ajax smacked your arm, “she’s gonna snitch.”

Bianca looked at the two of you confused, before turning away. Seeing her in his eyesight, Xavier mouthed to Bianca that two of you were high. 

Taking in a deep breath, Bianca ignored the two of you for the rest of the meeting. 

“I brought snacks.” You wiggled your eyebrows, pulling out the gummies from your jacket. 

“No!” Divina exclaimed, pulling them out of your hands, “No edibles.”

“Fine.” You huffed, leaning back into Ajax’s touch. Bianca and the rest of the Nightshades ignored the two of you leaving you in your own world. 

“Would you love me if I was a worm?” Ajax said seriously. 

“Course.” You smiled. “Would you love me if I was a worm?”

“I don’t know.” Ajax tried not to laugh.

“Ajax!” You slapped his shoulder. 

“Kidding, you know I would.”

[welcomehomerandomness]

Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024) Part 2 (SPOILERS)

Here's Part 2 of my Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024)! Hope you enjoy it!

Howdy caterpillar walking ASMR

“It was then that Howdy Pillar pulled out a luxurious looking scarf- If one were to take a guess, it was probably the perfect size for a large house! Wally’s eyes sparkled brightly as he looked at it, but Barnaby was not as impressed. Still, he remembered this was all for Wally.” Barnaby doesn’t like the scarf but at least he knows that Wally needs it to give it to Home…Barnaby’s a true bestie

“There, scaling the tallest of the Homewarming trees in all of the neighborhood, was Sally Starlet herself. She was wearing an outfit adorned in sparkles, glitter, tinsel, ornaments, and even strings of popcorn- She was, as she’s ever been, truly a sight to behold. Even now as she continued to climb up the tree, she was radiant.” Sally is a goddess and an icon

Sally’s nickname for Barnaby is “Barntholomew” lol

Poppy is best bird mom friend lol

Also I wonder what the sunflower-seed ham tastes like

Why does Wally’s voice sound distorted when he says “How can that be.”? Is he sad? Mad? Both?

Awww at least the story ends on a good n-WAIT WHERE’S EDDIE??? WHY ISN’T HE IN THIS STORY???

EDDIE???

I’m scared for Eddie now

Also I love how we get to hear more of Home in this storybook record even if I joke around on how I hate Home lol

Now let’s hear Wally’s Toyland…I think it’s a Christmas song lol

Well at least this one has music instead of Wally singing acapella

Wally’s singing is so beautiful...It brought tears in my eyes sniffles

Also is it just me or do the lyrics “Childhood's joy land…Mystic merry toyland…Once you pass its borders…You can ne'er return again” seem kinda sus?

Like I feel like Wally’s singing about the Neighborhood and how you can never return back home once you entered it? Hmmm…

Anyways let’s listen to Up from the Home-Top which is basically the Welcome Home version of Up from the House Top lol

Oh crap Barnaby’s dead/j

THERE’S EDDIE THERE HE IS HE’S SAFE (for now)

“You lost control!? Can’t you see we’re in the middle of preparing for my Homewarming play? Julie is my Santa Claus! And Home? Her trusted reindeer!” Sally, how does Home being a reindeer work??? Is it gonna drag itself on the stage as Julie rides on top of it or???

Oh crap Julie and Frank are dead/j

Also the song is so silly and wholesome I love it

Now it’s time for “Howdy's Holiday Hullabaloo” Record!!! I’m so excited to hear this!!!

LET’S GO KIDDOS IT’S TIME TO LEARN SOME PILLAR FAMILY LORE

“How, normally, I don’t close early for any ol’ thing! Not rain, not sleet, not snow - not even that time Julie launched herself clean through the wall over there!” Oh god I imagine that one scene from the Scott Pilgrim movie where Scott crashes through a window…But instead of a window it’s a FREAKING WALL

HIS MA AND POPS AWWW

Howdy’s brother kinda sounds like Frank lol

Poor Howdy’s dying inside

I think we all know who Howdy’s favorite sibling is lol

The brother-in-law sounds so nonchalant lol

The nephews are so adorable awww

I just realized that Howdy’s uncle is a snail which is why he’s French lol

I wonder if the uncle is a reference to the Swedish Chef from the Muppets but he’s French instead

Oh god the cousin is a stoner hippie lol

I love Howdy’s grandma

I love Barnaby’s reaction to seeing Howdy’s family at the end lol

Overall the song is pretty charming and I love it so much

Also Barnaby's Tobacco Pipe??? Honestly it’s funny but I don’t think this toy will go well if it was created today lol

Barnaby be teaching kids in the early 70s’ how to be like Snoop Dogg but instead of weed it’s bubbles

Oh god not the nephews

Now let’s listen to “Bug-a-Bye and Goodnight: An Ode to Hibernation” Record

Frank’s voice is so beautiful I love it

But Frank seems kinda sad…

I want to buy that set of homewarming greeting cards to give to my family and friends during Christmas lol

Also I want to try the Crispy Sweets frosted cereal so bad...I NEED IT!!!

And there’s a mini doodle on the side of the pictures too

OHHHHH SO THAT’S WHY THOSE SYMBOLS ARE EVERYWHERE THEY’RE PART OF A SECRET CODE

I solved the code at the back of the cereal box but I don’t have time to decipher the other code that was spread all over the website because I’m too lazy lol

I went back to the Merchandise section and found out that Eddie’s toy that Santa was about to introduce in the radio ad was an Eddie Dear Li’l Mailman Kit

I also want to buy all these toys so bad I don’t care if I’m a college student I want them all lol

“Although our Guestbook is and will remain closed for the foreseeable future, we wanted to properly recreate it for those newly joining in our efforts to explore Welcome Home! After all, it’s fun to look back and see how far we’ve come together as a community! We will be recreating all eight original pages in the near future, so check back in soon to see if you can find your message! Have fun!” I can’t wait to see the Guestbook in the future

ALSO I JUST REALIZED THAT THE CLICKABLE BUGS ARE GONE

Dang I’m gonna miss those bugs

I can’t believe I spent hours on this website lol

My hands are kinda tired from typing lol

Also let me know if I miss anything

[dubstepiloveyou444ever]

I only ever see the weird attitude about being edge from white artschool kids who love delta 8 carts and make that their personality trait Like all the older punks I know aren’t weird cause they were around when straightedge started but it’s just really really irritating to me When I see people harassing my friends for their sobriety LIKE OH MY GOD. STOP BEING FUCKING ANNOYING. If U Wbna make ur whole personality how much U love #weed and oh me gee guys I’m such a stoner hahaha #highhhhh thats fine but like don’t get mad when people think that’s annoying and don’t disrespect peoples right to abstain when it’s a personal choice for them… get a life…

[melissacove]

BEN drowned headcanons

hey so the pull said yes so imma give you My BEN drowned headcanons

Warning - one of these mentions s3lf h4rm but not like, in detail. It’s mainly talking about his emotions in that one.

BEN has long hair, like not very long, like about three - to - five inches beyond his shoulders. He puts it in small ponytails sometimes:)

he does smoke weed, but he’s not a chainsmoker/stoner. He only does it like, once a week when he’s particularly stressed.

he paints his nails sometimes, usually black.

He likes video games… …ok, I lied. He LOVES games. He’s also kinda good at them - ok I lied again, he’s is GOD at video games. Well, Nintendo that is. Which leads me into the next headcanon-

he once played Minecraft with Herobrine. He legit couldn’t figure out how to mine wood😭 he can’t play EA, Sega, Mojang, et cetera. It’s hilarious watching him try… he can beat any Nintendo game, he’s perfect at Nintendo and has every Nintendo game, console, comic, anime, YouTube video, etc. on his shelf. Oh, also the merch. Yet, he still cannot do any other company. He just knows the way Nintendo writes their games. (Talking to every NCP, big worlds, no-skip dialogue/loooong no- skip cutscenes, etc.) any other way a game could be written feels foreign to him, I guess. Like Minecraft, he was so confused when the villagers and zombies didn’t have dialogue lol.

The reason he ended up latching on so hard to Majora's Mask is because of the stress of being born into a cult, his cult (the Moon Children) are known for blood letting and their gore-involving rituals. He became slightly skeptical and that’s why he was killed (or ‘sacrificed’) by the Father when he was. His only escape from this madness was his friends (pre-death Lost, Glitchy Red and Strangled Red and Herobrine. They were the gaming clique, although his friends weren’t in his cult.)

he’s a crossdresser, you can’t change my mind.

he has a really cool Princess Peach cosplay but doesn’t wear it out bc he’s trying to protect his ‘bad boy tough guy’ reputation. Only Lost has seen the cosplay, since BEN only really opens up to Lost.

Lost Silver x Ben there’s no telling me otherwise.

BEN drowned is asexual and gay. Lost is asexual and biromantic.

BEN struggles with s3lf h4rm. Herobrine (the game pastas consider him like a father, G. Red even calls him Dad sometimes) is the only one who knows about this and tries his best to help. BENs issue stems from the blood letting in the moon children having given him a twisted perspective on how to cope with trauma. He’s trying his best.

BEN is fine with showers, but he’s afraid of pools, baths, oceans, rivers and bridges that go over water. (He was dumped off a bridge and that’s how they sacrificed him.)

He has severe trauma from Majoras Mask, but it helped him through the hardest time in his life back when he was alive… he has mixed feelings on it. N64 is still his favorite console though, so he plays the old N64 Mario Kart tracks on his switch. He considers them friends from a simpler time.

ik this was proven not canon but I love the dynamic so in my au headcanon thing Sally Williams is BEN’s half sister. (Hence the different last names.)

his mother and father divorced when he was eight when his Mom found out his Dad has been raising their son in a cult.

his Mom took Sally, who was three at the time, and moved. BEN had always been a daddy’s boy though, so he decided to stay with his dad. (Plus his mom didn’t let him play Majoras Mask on his 3ds when they went out but his dad did, so theres also that.)

there lemme know if you want more of this bc I had way too much fun writing this lol

[mailjeevasfan]

general matt headcanons ❦

i’m dying to get these out. i may also post my headcanons for the wammy boys whilst they were at wammy’s house

-no gender stated for reader

-mail jeevas x reader

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-goes to sleep super late and wakes up super late. probably goes to bed at 3-4am and wakes up around 12pm. most likely just playing video games and getting high tbh

-most messy, chaotic and unorganised person. living with him would be pure pain you’d scold him so often for how untidy he is but he occasionally can get kind of depressed so in those situations you’d help him out for sure

-LOVES cartoons, especially spongebob. idk what it is but something about him makes me think he just sits and watches cartoons for hours. also his impression of the ‘oh brother this guy STINKS’ from spongebob is uncanny and he quotes it often.

-already kind of covered this but he’s definitely a stoner i mean come on

-loves to piss mello off with vape tricks mello definitely gets so mad

‘hey man check this out (blows smoke rings in mellos face)’

-steals mello’s chocolate. not to eat it, just steals it. he’s known mello for that long that he knows there would be no real repercussions for pissing him off

-i feel like he has a couple of rings at the top of one of his ears.

-also probably has a few tattoos (in my fantasy world where he didn’t die he got tattoos over the scars hahahaha okay)

-i’m pretty sure this is kind of shown in one of the manga panels but he has a TERRIBLE diet not a single vegetable in sight just cigarettes, weed, junk food and energy drinks (on that same thought, he has an extremely fast metabolism)

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relationships hcs ❦

-no limits with pda he’d love to put his arm around u or kiss u and show u off. if u were uncomfortable he’d obviously stop but he’d be all for it (he has driven a frustrated mello out of the room at least 500 times)

-LOVES when u play video games with him or actively try and get into the things he likes. like if he said he liked a specific movie or show and you watched it with him he’d be stoked and would love to talk about it with you

-additionally he loves having lazy days on the couch with you. he’d much rather curl up with you and play a game than go out to a party or something.

-would show u all his fav horror movies and if u got scared he’d be super cute and cuddle up to u. equally you’d do the same to him if the roles were reversed

-you’d 100% do just dance together. he’d be so into learning the ones with two people and getting them perfect. imagine one of the songs coming on whilst you were out and you guys busting out the moves

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[starrsfics]

Hey! Would i maybe be able to request a jacob x reader where the reader is totally down bad for jacob, despite him not being her type at all (shes more of a horror enthusiast stoner with a grunge style) and hes totally oblivious. So one night they all have a fire and drink alot and the reader just decides to go down on him or something? With a size and getting caught kink? 😏

tysm for requesting! please enjoy!! The ending was a bit rushed, so i do apologize! <3

Jacob custos x afab!reader

WARNINGS: semi-public, size kink, oral (m receiving), petnames / praise (baby and good girl).

1.3k words.

Simp.

He wasn't your type at all. Grungy outfits, horror movie enthusiasts, skater dudes. Those were the people you liked. But, something was.. different about Jacob. You don't know why you would have feelings for someone so oblivious. However to you? He was more than perfect.

You were all drinking around the campfire. Jacob sitting about four people away from you and you couldn't help but stare at his eyes, admiring the reflection of the fire in them. He was looking at you too, just not as much as you were him. He did flash you a smile every few minutes, though.

As the night went on, the drunker you became. But being drunk didn't stop you from checking Jacob out. At this point, you stopped trying to hide it. He noticed. But he was covering.. something.. with his well built arms. What could it possibly be? You wondered.

Your mind had wandered off into its own world. You stared at Jacob the entire time. Wondering what was under those pants of his. Oh how badly you wanted to make him feel like you were the only two in the world. The things you would do to this man are.. wild.

Jacob caught you zoning out. The way your eyes looked as they fell on his body. How perfect your face is. He'd do anything to hold you. He felt his pants.. tighten. The thought of you made him very hard. He just imagined your lips wrapped so flawlessly around his cock while you sucked him off. God. Not now. Not here.

"Hey guys, im gonna be by the lake. If anyone needs me you know where to find me!"

He had to get rid of this.. this thing that was getting so, so painful. He hid behind a tree just by the lake and unzipped his pants. As soon as he pulled his dick you of his boxers, it sprung onto his stomach. "Fuck.." he whispered as precum was already dripping from his tip. You did this to him.

You followed Jacob out into the lake. As soon as he got up, he gave you a nice view of the bulge forming in his pants. You needed him. You needed him so bad. You couldn't sit still any longer. The others were too busy to notice you leaving. You found Jacob. Just as you expected, he was as hard as a rock. You snuck around him and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped, attempting to cover his erection. "Oh shit! (Y/n)!"

"C'mon, lemme help you with that Jacob. Please?" you said as you reached for his cock, slowly stroking it. He was surprised you were so straightforward. He knew you had a thing for him, but he never knew you were so down bad. He wasn't mad about it at all. "(Y/n)? What are you doing here? Why are you-" He was cut off as you got down on your knees for him. Such a good girl. "I've needed you so bad all summer. The things you do to me are insane Jacob. You've no idea." you looked up at him so innocently with those eyes. They were full of lust, and desire. All for him. "You did this to me. You and those fucking precious eyes. You have to take care of this. It's only fair."

You teased his tip with your tongue, licking the precum off. Finally. Finally you got to taste him. It was everything you ever dreamed of and more. You couldn't wait to milk every last drop of him. "Stop teasin' me (y/n)." You smirked as you took in more of his length, but never all of it. You didn't want him to finish too fast. You wanted to make him feel as good as possible and take your sweet time with him.

"Goddamn it just-" he moaned as you finally took in most of him in. Whatever you couldn't, you used your hands on. "Yeah, fuck right there, good fucking girl." His hand tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head up and down his length slowly. He knew you both could be caught. He wasn't that far away from the bonfire. If he was loud enough, they'd definitely hear you both. You looked up at him. He looked so perfect as he threw his head back in pleasure. You loved being the one to make him feel good. It was so rewarding. And fuck. You felt yourself grow hotter and slowly slid a hand down into your panties. You moaned onto his cock and the vibrations sent shivers down his spine.

"Mmm baby you don't want them to hear us, do you?" you shook your head in response. "So you'd better be quiet then, hm? Just keep sucking me off. Just like that." His hand tightened in your hair. You handled him so well. Meanwhile, your fingers were rubbing soft, desperate circles around your clit. You couldn't wait to have him inside you.

An idea struck you. What if you wanted everyone to hear you. You loved Jacob so bad. You want everyone to know how good you make each other feel. As you rubbed yourself you slowly inserted a finger into your wet cunt. You moaned yet again on him and he threw his head back and bit his lip to hold back any noises. If you wanted him to be loud you were gonna have to do a lot more than just that.

You tried your best to take in as much of Jacob as possible without choking and it earned you a lengthy groan. It was loud, sure. Not loud enough to hear from the fire though.

Every time your head bobbed upwards, you swirled your tongue around his tip. He was aching. He wanted to cum so badly. At this rate, he would explode.

He caught onto you. He knew what you were trying to do. He wasn't going to let you win and he'd do anything he could to prevent it. But.. it was getting so difficult to hold back. All he wanted to do was moan absolutely uncontrollably. The way you looked up at him from below drove him to the edge. He adored it whenever you did so and it always got him going. You were so, so much smaller compared to his tall, bigger frame. The thought of you under him just was so fucking hot. He might've already came just from the thought of himself hovering over your smaller shape and fucking you dumb like his little doll if he weren't holding back.

You were getting slower and slower. He still hadn't finished. "C'mon pretty girl, didn't you wanna make me feel good?" you replied with a muffled 'mhm' and kept going. The hand tangled in your hair pushed your head down deeper onto his cock. "How bout' I help you?" Jacob smirked. Your throat clenched around him just right and you choked. After this, he just couldn't hold it in anymore. "Fuck! (Y/n)! Holy shittt!" he moaned so fucking loud. You'd be surprised if nobody heard you. He bucked his hips and fucked your mouth senselessly, his cock kissing the back of your throat every so often. As he got closer and closer to his release, he shuddered. "Fuck I-I'm gonna cum!" He groaned as his thrusts became messy and lost rhythm. With one final push he spilled his seed down your throat.

He let out one final sigh as he pulled out of your mouth. Your makeup was ruined from your tears and your mouth had tiny drops of his semen leaking out. You loved the way you were such a mess for him. He loved the effect you had on him. Everything was perfect. "God (y/n).." he chuckled.

"You are such a simp."

[confusedfoam]

okay I’m home I’ve cut all my hair off I’ve sort of eaten dinner I think I can approach articulation let’s uuuuhh take this character by character I think

Normal

rip this kid, he got pretty fucked over this go around. his house got fire and water damage and his mom also got lit on fire so that sucks.

Also his attempts to connect with scary got undermined and brushed off, he was trying to tell her she has people who care and that they’ll be there and all this lovely stuff and link was going the complete opposite angle and undermining him. (note: this is not a complaint, his approach was too head on to get through to scary and I think it makes beautiful sense for everyone’s characters but damn sucks for normal tho)

and of course. Teeny, gone. His will they won’t they partner, a mole and betrayer. This boy is going to be shattered and somehow I don’t think the goofs realm is going to be exactly comforting.

oh and can we talk about normals cult susceptibility and his family history cause 👀👀👀 yo thank you will

Taylor

Oh man him crying broke my heart, just thinking of him all heart broken and blubbering. I hope he gets to see Nick again soon but I feel like he probably won’t. I also love that his roll in the hug was just a shitty attempt at a sleeper hold.

failing to get through to his mom was one of the most frustrating shitty rolls of his so far but narratively its probably for the best. but man fuck willy and how things go his way (crack conspiracy of the minute: Willy’s got Cassandra on the back burner hoping to (already has?) knock her up for a back up source of daddy magic)

Link

Links teen apathy arc is so valid. also congrats to the gothcleats enthusiasts this was a banger for y'all. I respect the hell out of Matt as a roleplayer. he knows what he wants to do with link so well. I don’t even know what to say I’m happy this is working out for him I guess, can’t wait to watch it crash down.

Scary

Ohhhhhhh boy. oh boy. my poor girl. She needs so much therapy. She needs her mom. She needs more hugs. Christ.

but for real god bless beth may “am I enough?” nearly fucking killed me there were almost real actual tears. her asking willy for a hug and getting so coldly brushed off, not even rejected just brushed off? crushing.

Scary embracing her apathy arc is such a set up for disaster. I am very excited about the soccer admission though I think that was a good start. someone get this girl a sunny afternoon and a beautiful soccer field asap. (the other crack conspiracy: Scary’s had her jock phase, her goth phase, it’s now time to enter her stoner burnout phase. this is founded nothing on other than how she said it when she confessed to wanted to play soccer and also that it would be pretty funny. no more feelings time to just smoke pot about them)

Hermie

I mean that reveal was so much. like holy shit. also I know some people don’t like his name being herman but I actually love that so much sorry y'all.

Anthony

mad and endless respect to my anti egot king that dad fact was so fucking funny. maybe a contender against the back tattoo incident

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annnnd that’s my current run down of thoughts. what an episode. pls talk to me about it I’m dying out here

[madaboutmunson]

Again - Part 3

Part 1 | Part  2 | Part 4 | Full list of Again series links inc AO3 Link

Steddie fic where Steve and Eddie are in their mid 30's and everyone has sort of drifted apart

This chapter is a bit exposition heavy.

Taglist: @adaed5 @grtwdsmwhr @swimmingbirdrunningrock

Thank you to @callme-keys for all their help with this 💚💚💚

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On the drive home, it's quiet as usual Corey is absorbed in his game, Mackenzie her music, so Steve only has his thoughts for a while. He thinks about two things. First, he thinks about how nice a surprise it had been to see Eddie. Maybe he was due a meet-up with some other friends soon, perhaps something more organised. Secondly, that Morgan kid, well, not the kid himself, Mackenzie's interaction with him.

Steve waves his hand to get her attention and then looks in his rearview mirror at Mac, "So, what did you think? Wanna go back, or shall we try elsewhere? I'm sure there might be others D&D clubs around, right? It's a super popular game! We might just need to drive further out, which is not a problem at all." Steve raises his eyebrows, hopefully.

"Do you want me to find a game somewhere else?" Mackenzie says with a suspicious smile narrowing her eyes at him playfully.

"No! No. Not at all." Steve knows he's given himself away by how high-pitched his voice has gone and the raised eyebrow from Mackenzie and her nodding, turning to look out her window again.

He felt pulled in two different directions, he did not want to put Mackenzie off trying new things, but he also didn't want one of those new things to be that little, probably stoner punk squatting at his house. So he tries a different tactic. "Hey, you know what, it's fine. Eddie's there, and I know he's cool. He'll make sure you're ok there. We go way back" Steve nods to self-affirm and taps the steering wheel to self-soothe.

"Oh, is that why you were whispering to one another behind a book? There was me thinking maybe you'd found something there for yourself, Dad," Mackenzie smirks.

Steve could be mad, but when she smirks, it's his smirk on her face. It just floods him with fondness. He pretends it goes over his head, she's already certain she's smarter than him, and maybe she's right in many ways, to be fair.

"I have no interest in playing any nerdy games unless, of course, you were running one, and needed a player, then I'd happily help out."

She gives an eyebrow raise and upwards nods, laughing to herself. At least he'd succeeded in convincing her he didn't get it. He looks thoughtfully back out onto the road. Truth be told, for a good while, just before he'd met the kid's mom, in fact, he'd been purposefully trying to forget about Eddie. After everything, when everyone was still recovering, Steve felt something. He'd often tried to convince himself it was just a friendly fondness, but sometimes his thoughts would wander a little too far. Steve understood it a little more now, but it was just a big no-no at the time. Society generally was not that accepting, especially with the epidemic that the gay community had been scapegoated with, and then by the time he'd made his peace with the fact that maybe there was something more than friendship. Eddie left. He just packed all his stuff and left. Eddie kept in touch with a few people, but not Steve, at least not directly. For a little while, Steve thought Eddie hated him for something, but then he got an invite to his engagement party. He didn't go. He made up some bullshit excuse and drowned his disappointment in a bar. As luck would have it, the very same night, a beautiful woman, inside and out, happened to be doing the same over someone else, not four seats away from him.

Steve remembers her waving down the bar to get his attention, pointing at him and making a charade for heartbreak. He had raised his tequila shot at her in a cheers motion, and she raised hers back. She waved him over and patted the seat next to her, "Better to be miserable in company than alone, right? Do you wanna go first, or shall I?" She said with a tipsy smile and waved the barman over again for another round. She'd gone first, and then he had told his gender-changed version of events, and she just sat there and listened. In hindsight, it was probably not the smartest move, but they spent that night together, intending never to see one another again. Sometime later, Steve found himself at another bar, this time reeling from the engagement party pictures that had just come back from the developers. Eddie looked so happy. His fiancé was supermodel-level beautiful, and everyone said she was so lovely. All Steve wanted to do was go and be jealous somewhere, so he did, a bit further out of town near a motel so he could stumble back later. 

Then he saw someone waving, laughing so hard she nearly fell off her chair. It was the same woman. This time Steve doesn't wait to be invited to sit next to her. The universe had done that for him. Two broken-hearted lost souls had found one another in the night, not once but twice. Both were happy but hungover in the nearest diner nursing coffees the following day. Finally, Steve bit the bullet and asked, "Look, would you maybe wanna go on an actual date with me sometime? You know, rather than just getting wasted and fooling around?" He wished he'd said it looking into her eyes, but he'd said it into his coffee because he was anticipating the worst.

"I mean, sure, I'd love to. Maybe we could get wasted and fool around every other weekend?" She laughed, and as he looked up, her face was painted with the most radiant smile. From then on, they were barely apart. They initially found their feet and humble beginnings, but things accelerated to warp speed. On a whim, they got randomly married in Vegas, and she, Jenny, found out she was pregnant a few weeks later. Steve promised her a better home and a proper wedding after the baby was born, and when his trust fund finally landed, he could do all of that.

Baby Mackenzie entered Steve's world, and it changed him forever. He had always had these nurturing protective instincts, but not like this. This was their baby, his baby, and he'd do everything he could to ensure she would be safe no matter what happened to him. Enter the financial experts and boy, did they pay off. Steve and Jenny didn't have to work if they didn't want to. They moved to a community Steve was more used to, like where he grew up. He knew how it all worked. The problem was Jenny didn't. She tried her best to fit in, but it wasn't her scene. Steve tried to tell her it didn't matter. They had each other. He would happily go to all the traditional mother's meeting events. He didn't care; he loved it, but Jenny started to feel less than. So she went back to work, which made her happy for a while, but strains started coming back a few years into it. So they tried for another baby, and Corey was born, and again, everything was fine for a while. Mackenzie was in a great school, Steve loved being the stay-at-home parent, and Jenny went back to work. Then It started to crumble again, almost like they were on some weird five-year cycle.

So they sat down one night and talked it over. It wasn't an easy conversation, but it was easy for both of them to want the best for someone who had been their best friend, champion and confidant for the last 11 years. There were no arguments or bad feelings, but there was a loss. A sense of failure, an upheaval for the kids, and a new terrible thing for both of them but Steve especially, having to spend a whole week without his two little nuggets. It was a personal hell of his. When people asked, he pretended he was happy with the break and rest, and sure, who doesn't appreciate a bit more sleep, right? But what do you need all that energy for if you aren't going to do anything with it? So he got a dog, a rescue, a huge dark shaggy furred beast of a mixture of who knows what. Steve was going to give her a more dignified name, but Corey had insisted she be called Beans, so it stuck. Every other week Steve invested his time and patience into training Beans, and soon she was fetching his paper, accompanying him on runs, her recall impeccable, her trick portfolio extensive. Steve wondered if he had a knack for this or if Beans was just a genius dog, but then the neighbours got a dog, and during the day, when they were out at work, Steve would take care of it and train it.  Soon word spread, and it became Steve's bi-weekly business venture. 

All of that was enough for Steve. He didn't need more. A partner would be lovely, but it wasn't a necessity. Jenny had moved on pretty quickly after their divorce, and to his surprise, more than anyone else's, he wasn't jealous, but he was curious. He never believed Jenny would cheat on him, but the rapid uptake of someone new made Steve think she had been missing something from Steve for all those years. Maybe he'd done something wrong? He'd been on the verge of asking many times, but he didn't want Jenny back, so what was the point in asking? The next person could want very different things.

As they pull up on the driveway, Steve runs through the comforting predictability of arriving home. He knows every beat of it. Beans is already barking, then a patch of silence, her face at the window, almost like she’s double checking, it's him. One big loud bark before she runs to the door to open it and runs outside to them. Steve first, then Mac, then Corey. Then she’ll circle them, herding them inside, and once the door is closed, she sits next to her cupboard and waits for her treat, which Steve provides. Mackenzie heads upstairs, swapping music through her headphones for music out of the speakers. Corey puts away his game and calls Beans over for snuggles in front of the TV. Steve seeks out sustenance for his mini tribe, and then finally, he can sit down with the paper.

It used to bother him that the kids went off and did their own things. In some ways, he felt a little lonely but also guilty. Shouldn't he be doing more? More family activities for them all to do together? But the harder he tried with these things, the more resistance he got because, ultimately, Steve was trying to provide his kids with a family life and home that he never had. Still, he soon realised how outdated that was, and his pursuit of it was causing tension in the house, so much so that Jenny had to call and speak to him one night when the kids were with her. Steve had tried to defend his actions for a minute, almost resenting the kids for being ungrateful.

“You don’t mean that, Steve. Come on, be fair to them. They do them sometimes. They just don't want to do that stuff all the time anymore. They are older now. I know you know all of this. It just sounds like you don't want to accept it.” She had told him kindly and with compassion for all parties involved.

“I just want them to have what I didn't, Jen, that's all. When they’re older, they’ll understand.” He’d fired back a little more sharply than he’d wanted to.

“Steve. You can’t undo your past, and you are already doing the best thing you can so they don't feel that abandonment you did. You are there. Whenever they need you. You’re there. They won’t feel alone or lost without you. They might find their own friend families, but they won't ever need that because they’ve got us. They’ve got you, ok?” Her words just made Steve fall apart, even over the phone. He knew he was trying too hard but couldn't help himself. That is just who he was. But he had gotten better. He had taken on board that even though they were all separate, they were all home. Safe at home, and that slowly, over time, had become enough for Steve. Well, at least on most days. Days when he hadn't spent the entire night before with his nightmares. Those days he might slip into his old habits, but he was trying his best.

[petitmonde]

29 and 30 for the weed prompts whichever ship speaks to you

I went with 30. “That’s the wrong tray of brownies.” 

It turned out a little weird but fuck it we ball. Sashnetra for weed smoking girlfriends.

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It was a beautiful day. Not because I say so as the author, but for another reason entirely. You see, today is the day of stoners and people out of touch, and isn't that a miraculous thing? Sasha sure thought so, as she baked a batch of brownies just for the occasion, as well as a tray of other goodies for later.

Mind, Sasha usually was careful about not mixing the weed infused concoctions and those unadulterated by the substances, however on this fine day, she had entirely forgotten she was now living with her wonderful girlfriend of 6 months.

Accidents were bound to happen.

Sasha hummed to herself as she tidied up their mess of an apartment to the tune of Mary Jane. The last thing she wanted to do while high was worry about dust and whatever the fuck else her friends were allergic to.

A pair of familiar arms snaked around her face, startling her.

"Hey babe," Anetra greeted. She gave her girlfriend a good squeeze. Her hands a bit too high for it to just be friendly. After a hard day at work, she needed the comfort of home. They swayed together to the beat of the song playing in the background.

"Hello to you too." Sasha turned her her head back to kiss Anetra on the cheek. She smelt like chocolate. Little coarse crumbs still littered her face. "Did you get something on the way home? You smell great."

"Oh, no. I just grabbed something in the kitchen. Your baking is always so divine, I had to have at least two."

A sense of dread prickled at Sasha. She hadn't. She couldn't have. She probably did.

"What tray did you eat from, exactly?"

"The one on the counter," Anetra says. She still hasn't let go of Sasha. If anything, she was even closer, bordering on grinding on her. "I love your brownies."

Fuck. Sasha's worst nightmare had unfolded, and now she had to do damage control. Without knowing how bad it was, Sasha had no idea how to proceed.

Worst of all, Anetra usually got incredibly horny while under the influence. That part should have been her first clue that something was wrong.

"That’s the wrong tray of brownies," Sasha said simply. "Just. Just how many did you eat?"

"Like, three?" Anetra gulped. It could have been four, she hardly noticed in her greed. She too, had caught up on what happened. "I'm going to die, aren't I?"

"No," Sasha denied, "but you're probably going to feel awful in a bit. I'll call our friends to cancel."

And just then, the doorbell rang. At least Sasha didn't have to play babysitter alone. They could get mad at her later for ruining 4/20.

[hannahhook7744]

Nova Bingham, Child of Argyle and Eden Bingham; 

Their full name is Nova Creed Bingham.

They are non-binary.

They are sixteen years old.

They are a member of Adrien’s Youtube channel. 

Nova’s parents are pretty chill and freelance where it’s legal. 

They love Nova very much and would do anything for them; they just don’t want to be overly strict. 

One time, when Mike was babysitting Nova (when they were around six), he lost sight of them for about five minutes and came back to find the kid with half of a shaved head. Nova loved the result. Everyone else was terrified of how Argyle and Eden would react—their reaction was pretty much ‘It looks great, dear? You did that yourself? Wow, you could be a hairdresser!”

Mike was relieved. Jonathan and Nancy (Nova’s godparents) were still pretty pissed though.

Nova is a total stoner. 

Also Nova is the one who got the others into witchcraft despite popular belief. No one will ever believe Adrien, Ophelia, Lyra, and Reed whenever they say that, though because Nova just looks so innocent…

They love pizza and know how to make it from scratch. Unlike everything else they try to make. 

Nova loves mixing gothic and hippie clothing together even though it drives Reed nuts. 

They have great aim with a slingshot. 

Nova and the others have all compiled a book of information on various supernatural creatures just in case they run into them at some point (anything is possible in their minds after they find out about the upside down). 

Nova’s parents told them about the upside down when they were thirteen. 

Nova figured out that Adrien also knew not long after though they never could quite figure out how he found out because he refused to tell them how he found out. 

Nova is very close to their parents and loves them very much—which makes it very hard to keep secrets from them. Which is exactly why Nova has very few of them. 

Nova has scared their friends before because they can be a bit ‘intense’ with their interest.

Oh and they have talked shit to ghosts before.

Nova has very little impulse control.

Also Nova adores Question, Adrien’s little hamster, very much. Mostly because they’ve never had a pet themselves. 

Nova is good at surfing despite having rarely gone surfing before.

Nova speaks several languages and will watch tv in other languages they understand. 

If Nova does this with another person in the room and they don’t speak the language, that’s how you know they’re mad at them. 

Nova doesn’t get angry often but gets very passive aggressive when they do get angry. 

Nova is trying to figure out what you can bake weed into and what you can’t—even though their friends keep begging them not to. 

Oh and Nova has used blood before to try and figure out if it will make a spell work—no one knows where they got it from. The others were too scared to ask. 

Nova has dizzy spells occasionally.

They are short and climb onto the counter to get stuff from the very top of the cabinet—which scares the shit out of their friends. For obvious reasons. 

Nova loves oversized T-shirts and loose sleeves. 

Their social media name is ‘Errorgendernotfound 69’.

They prefer rainy weather to sunny weather and can be found wearing t-shirts even in winter because they are rarely ever cold.

Once they were so stoned and sleep deprived that they talked to a pair of Halloween decorations in a store thinking it was Adrien and Ophelia. Their friends have not let them live this down.

Nova loves flower crowns and glow sticks.

Nova also very much believes in soulmates. 

Nova and Adrien are strictly platonic. 

Nova has introduced Adrien to both “Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared”, “Gravity Falls”, and “Welcome Home”. They geek out over it together more often than they probably should. 

Oh and they watched Unnus Annus together.

Nova plays the tambourine and the flute alongside several other instruments. 

They play bingo on random things for fun—and would do the same for trauma bingo if they had enough trauma for trauma bingo. 

The click is their favorite youtuber. 

They love ‘Fear Street’, ‘Scream’, ‘Scary Movie’, ‘Final Destination’, and ‘The Cabin in the Woods’.

[newobsessioneveryweek]

Heeeey

so I have never written a complete fanfiction for TOA

And I have some ideas for angst but one persistent thought keeps demanding to written first

This thought comes courtesy of my dear sister and my many stoner friends. (Like seriously, I am friends with a staggering amount of stoners).

You see where this is going, don't you?

Anyway, since I don't smoke the green stuff myself, I asked my sister to give me her best rundown of how it feels to be high and what the experience is like- especially how it feels to get high by accident.

Again, you see where this is going?

I'm writing this because I have 2 ideas for how I want this fic to go. I would like you guys to help me choose. Here's a brief summary of both. There's a poll at the end of this post. Feel free to share your thoughts as well if you feel like it☀️

Both of these are going to be built on the same premise: Travis comes back from college and brings along with him a pack of edibles. Here where I live smoking weed is legal and I'm not exactly sure what the situation is like in the US but I'm gonna assume that college students are not strangers to Mary Jane. Also, this is my fic and I can do what I want.

Anyhow, Travis brings back weed (in gummy form), probably hoping to share, probably not, but long story short it winds up in a packed bag lunch, the person having packed said lunch thinking it was an ordinary bag of gummy bears.

This lunch was packed for none other than Will, who has been working so diligently at the infirmary that he won't even take the time off to go have lunch with the rest of camp.

So on this particular day Apollo visits camp and decides to help Will at the infirmary. When lunch time rolls around and Will sits down for a small break to eat he sees the gummies. In this fic Will isn't a sweet tooth and tells Apollo "I don't really like candy, do you want these?" and Apollo goes "only a mad person turns down gummy bears" and gratefully takes them.

And this is where the plots diverge.

Option 1:

Will assures Apollo that he can handle the rest of the work and dismisses him, telling him to go have fun with the rest of his kids. He leaves, munching on the gummies as he makes his way to the dining pavilion. Enter Travis and Connor (who Travis enlisted to help him find his missing weed).

They intercept Apollo on his way to the pavilion, asking where on earth he got those gummies. He tells them Will gave them to him. The brothers stare at each other in horror then ask him how much he ate of it. Apollo doesn't answer immediately. He just asks "why?" nervously, holding the packet close to his chest as if they were going to snatch it. They do, and then realise that there is only. One. Gummy. Left. Of a pack of 10. Oh dear.

For reference:

2 gummies MAX! This dude at FOUR TIMES THAT +1

Anyway, here's a little dialogue:

Travis: Apollo, where did you get that?

Apollo, still chewing his 9th gummy bear: from Will. Why, did you want some?

Travis, eye twitching, ignoring the question: Where did *Will* get it from?

Apollo: uhm, I think Nico?

Apollo, getting fidgety now: were these yours? Sorry, I didn't know, I wouldn't have eaten them if I'd known.

Connor: Them?

Travis and Connor share a look of horror

Travis: how much of that did you eat?

Apollo, visibly nervous: ...why?

Connor, grabbing the package and looking inside: ...oh no... There's only one left.

Travis: ...shit

Apollo, sweating, looking between them with a mix of horror and annoyance: I'm guessing this is bad.

Option 2, a lil more angsty ngl:

The second option, as I said, stems from the same beginning: Will gives his dad the sweets and excuses him from helping out at the infirmary. But this time Travis, Connor, and Will find Apollo when he's already high as a kite, laying on his back among the strawberries, claiming he can taste sounds or something like that.

Travis has been looking high and low for the goods ever since he lost them and has been trying to inconspicuously ask other campers if they've seen it without revealing what they actually are or why he wants them back so badly if it's just a pack of gummy bears. About an hour or two after lunch Will gets off work and the Stoll brothers ask him if he's seen a totally innocuous bag of gummy bears recently and he says yes, he just gave a bag of gummies to Apollo about 2 hours ago.

He asks what brand they were, he says he doesn't know but describes the packaging. Travis confirms that this is indeed the bag he's looking for and that if Apollo ate them then that's very bad. Will is curious and asks about it and Travis reluctantly admits the nature of these particular candies.

So they look for Apollo, enlisting the help of the other (mostly age appropriate) cabin 7 kids, and eventually find him in the aforementioned position, lying in the strawberry fields muttering nonsense to himself and giggling at his own jokes.

Travis insists they take him to the infirmary. Will doesn't question it and they try to lead Apollo to the camp without giving away his current state. This goes terribly. The minute he stands up he staggers, doubles over and throws up. And it just gets worse from there.

Here's a little dialogue:

Travis, effectively deducing just how much Apollo has eaten: oh gods, he has greenies.

Will, horrified by what he's seeing: "greenies"? What the hell are "greenies"?

Connor: *is*

Travis, gesturing at Apollo who is miserably dry heaving: *this* is greenies.

Will, patting Apollo's back like a good son: I'm still confused.

Travis: greenies is a state of being so high out of your fucking mind that you can't function.

Will, obviously distressed: how long does it last?

Travis: typically a few hours. For Apollo it should be less since, you know, he's a god. He'll be fine though, after a while. Just try to get him to sleep it off.

(I should clarify that greenies can make you hyper paranoid and anxious so in either scenario Apollo's gonna have a bad time. But it'll be funny too. Gotta have fun with this prompt, especially since I have first hand experience with taking care of my friend who gets absolutely ridiculously silly when she smokes outdoor XD it's gonna be vibes on top of the agony)

So yeah, those are my little thoughts.

[mysfts]

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝟹𝟼𝟻𝟽 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁 ; 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚃 : $𝟸𝟶 / 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚃 : $𝟸𝟻𝟺 | 𝙿𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙵𝚂 : 𝙿𝚁𝙾 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝚂 , 𝙿𝚁𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴 .

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙴𝚃 : 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝚈𝙰

oh , shit ! it's sonya sanchez ! dad said she's another tyrak minion looking to spread his message and keep the country under his thumb , mum said if it wasn't sonya doing it ; someone else would , so who cares . you couldn't care about morality right now . being invited into a party funded by tyrak himself was too good to resist .

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙴𝚃 : 𝙿𝙰𝙿𝙰 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙰𝙺𝙰 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽

oh , this country had some problems . stating the obvious , right ? whatever . you're fucking exhausted and petria is hell on earth - after walking along side of the road for days … weeks ? it's hard to keep track - you were close to giving up . your stomach was rumbling , your tongue was dry and your throat was so tight it felt like it was trying to kill you … so , seeing that rowdy bar in the distance was the closest existence of god a mortal could get . turned out , it was more hell - being spiked and forced to partake in a brigade plot wasn't exactly the ideal situation - you voted NO VIOLENCE - robert , head of brigades , wasn't pleased - you can't find it in yourself to care , either . you just hope he meets his end sooner rather than later before he gets anyone hurt . you wouldn't stick around to see it .

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙴𝚃 : 𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚇 .

finally , someone who isn't completely deranged . alex seems pretty put together , a little annoying and loud , but that's nothing to complain about compared to everything so far . maybe there was just something in the waters of petria that only affected adults . meeting him was a blessing in disguise , you kicked his arse at pong and learned a sick new skill to help you on the road . you hope he finds what he's looking for out here ,

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙴𝚃 : 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙽𝚈

getting caught up in a high speed car chase wasn't on your to do list , then again , was any of this what you really signed up for ? you can't deny how fun it was … if not extremely dangerous , terrifying and had you wanted to obey traffic laws for the rest of your life . you also got a government pass out of it , so it wasn't all bad . you don't see returning the car in it's original shape is possible , though … not that you were going to , but you would've liked the option .

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙴𝚃 : 𝚉𝙾𝙴

blackmail , seriously ? you had wanted to scream the moment zoe backed you into a corner and made you help her . 'help me escape , or i'll scream . then you'll be arrested too !' - and you proceeded to got arrested anyway , you knew starting that fire was a bad idea , distracting cops when their van is in eye distance was ridiculous - you're shocked to say this , but god for the brigades , if you could believe that sentence was coming out of your mouth . were it not for them , you would be waving goodbye to freedom and on your way to the pits . you hope you never see any of them again . how complicated was it to be normal in this country ? fucking christ .

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙴𝚃 : 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽 & 𝙼𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷

STAN AND MIIIIIITCH . you'll be hearing that every time you close your eyes for the next twenty years , though you have to admit , there's some admiration from the passion that they shared - robbing a burger joint in the middle of no where with a stoner cashier looking after the place seemed like a pretty weak target . you were forced to help , thank god too , otherwise that place would've left behind a body and not just a traumatized group of people who just wanted to get their grease fix . hey , on the bright side - you got a good amount of dough from the heist . maybe there's a method to the madness after all .

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙴𝚃 : 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴

you never thought petria was a small country … until now , that is . how the hell do you just run into a movie star on the side of the road ?! you'll admit , you're a little star struck . stuck on the side of the road , cursing out a car while booting the tires - there was coraline jones , the biggest movie star in petria . you can't remember a movie you watched where she wasn't in it - you pulled over , offered a ride , you never seen someone look so relieved . you had a chat about hollywood , about life outside petria … it fueled your want to leave this place even more . she even got you to open up about your family , it was nice , being able to talk without the fear of your life being taken … you even got an autograph !

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙴𝚃 : 𝙹𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙳

well , maybe there's something to the crazy cabbie rumours after all . when first hearing about it , you thought it was nothing , overly bored hitchhikers making stories around a campfire . the mind slips when on the road for too long , busying yourself with stories and fiction become a must in order to stay at least somewhat sane . so , yeah , fuck those people for voicing it like an urban legend and not the fact that it was a fact - how do you know ? maybe because you got dragged into his mess and was forced to burn a body - the body of goddamn cop , no less ! you're all about fighting a system , but something about that feels a little toooo far . twenty dollars was not enough for becoming an accomplice . looking over your shoulder is becoming a habit you don't think you'll ever be able to train yourself out of it .

you used $1 to call home : "hello?" "…dad." "oh thank god, how - how are you?" "i'm … i'm fine, dad" "oh, that's good news. listen, you must never tell me where you are - keep moving" "i … i wont, i will - i'm going to make it." "i know you will. i love you" "i love you too." you vandalized tyrak posters throughout your travels . you spray painted ' only trust yourself ' - 'YOU'RE NEVER TOO YOUNG TO DREAM BIG ' you placed $30 under the rock . you added a stone to the cairn . you added $3 to the fortune pig, "look back on all you have done , did you treat people with kindness and respect ?"

FREEDOM . you still can't believe you made it ; blood , sweat and tears went in to getting to this point ; you're in a state of shock the minute your foot was placed on the ground after climbing the mountain , that was it , you're free . no more oppression , no more being told what to do - you're lost , you're not quite sure what to do , but you know one thing ; your journey isn't over yet . not until you find a place to settle , to grow , to become something more than what petria wanted .

[saltypiss]

I struggle to see any culture in this country that isn't vehemently capitalism, pro rich, racism, sexism, and most of all Hate.

We have a culture of school shooters, regular mass shooters, a gun culture that leads to death and nothing else, a rape culture that exists in one of 2 parties in this country, a whole lot of racism...

Cars!? We made most of the country roads and you can't get to anywhere without one...

Uh.

Mcnaldo? We're fat as fuck and put sugar and salt in literally everything, everything.

We uh, we got stoners! Ayyyyy there's our cult- wait it's federally illegal. Uh....

Oh I know! Fentanyl! We have a culture of fentanyl abuse! Yeah go america!

This country hates because it's all it will ever allow itself to know. Hate druggies hate hippies, hate stoners hate teachers, hate gays hate trans, hate blacks hate mexicans. No one wants to fix any of it because it's profitable as is.

OH that's the culture! Police brutality and corrupt governmence! Retarded voting base and rapists in our military!

Uh.

Burgers! Oh I already covered that with the sugar and salt in everything... Hmmmm.

Yeah that's really All America Has.

What culture do we have? We don't help old ladies accross the street, we don't clean up after ourselves, we don't leave things as they were we tear down and build a bank or walmart. We don't stand up to or for anything. In fact we get mad when people stand up for themselves or others. We hate each other and split into hundreds of cliques.

America is broken at the kneecaps. We have no culture other than cruelty. Cruelty, and Police Brutality.