#4 Types Of Vapes

[immortalsins]

what i didn't expect from the peaky blinders dance show (??) tonight was a lengthy chase sequence that never happened in the tv show between police and tommy featuring dancers dressed as dogs using real petplay gear

[caramelarrowswife]

DARK CACAO COOKIE AS YOUR FATHER!

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Because this old man needs a child to cheer him up <3

Father!Dark Cacao Cookie x GN!Child!Reader

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Needless to say, Dark Cacao gets EXTREMELY protective of you. He lost his son, he will not lose his remaining child.

You got a partner? Oh, that’s cute. Are they prepared for his 275-question interrogation? What do they do for a living? What’s their mayor? Are they trained in any type of martial art? What do they love most about you? Are they prepared for the consequences of breaking your heart? Would they throw themselves in front of a bullet for you?

He’s not very up-to-date with the norms of the current age. He’ll accept and love you if you’re gay or trans, but he might need Caramel Arrow or Crunchy Chip’s help with new terms.

Extremely old-fashioned. You do not get to sleep in the same room as your partner before you get married.

Dark Cacao will call you by your name in public, but has nicknames for you at home. ‘My little knight’, ‘Aegiya’ (Korean for ‘baby’), ‘my dear’.

He finds cooking a very important skill, so you grew up watching him cook something every night. He almost cried when you were in your cooking-ramen-every-night-phase.

You best believe he is not leaving your side after a failed assassination. He would rather host a meeting digitally (or, God forbid, host the meeting in your room) than leave you alone.

You have to play at least one sport, one instrument and one martial art. He loves playing the piano along with your instrument of choice or training with you in his free time.

He has to meet your friends at least seven times before you’re allowed to meet up with them without constantly being under a bodyguard’s careful watch.

You’ve decided to marry someone of an extremely low rank? Good for you! If you look closely, you can see Dark Cacao banging his head against the wall in the background. Don’t worry, he’ll come around… eventually.

Dark Cacao’s not a big fan of E-cigarettes. If he catches you vaping, he’ll sigh and tell you to smoke a cigarette like a normal person. Maybe he’ll realise he told you to smoke later in the night, which will result in a complete clearance of any type of cigarette in your room.

He was so proud of you when you killed your first rabid animal, most likely a Dire Creamwolf. His advisors were more than a little concerned.

The other Ancient Heroes absolutely adore you. Hollyberry Cookie fed you alcohol when you were nine (she was banished from the Kingdom for three months), Golden Cheese Cookie liked to fly really high up with you when you were a baby (Dark Cacao had a panic attack on the ground), White Lily Cookie will work in the royal garden with you and Pure Vanilla Cookie will do fun things with you and teach you a little bit of healing magic.

Dark Cacao is a big fan of classical music, especially Bach’s Goldberg Variations. He lies awake at night when you’re in a phase and blast B.A.D 4 music all day and night.

While Dark Cacao doesn’t always know how to show it, your opinion is extremely important to him. He already lost Dark Choco because he didn’t listen well enough (at least, so he thinks) he tries to be a better father for you.

Hollyberry got him drunk (on ‘accident’) the day you left for college. He called you, moping because his only child had ‘left him’.

He would literally pass through fire for you, but to eat the sweet things you consume religiously..? Most certainly not.

You convinced him to come with you to one of your favourite bands once. It ended up being something his therapist would hear about.

Dark Cacao likes musicals a lot better than movies, so you’ll be growing up with a lot of Lin Manual Miranda.

[stuck-writing-sickos]

In Poor Taste [P1]

(Yandere × F!Reader)

[Series link]

[Warning: obssessive, workplace/academic discrimination, xenophobia, mention of SA, slowburn, dense plot, not even sure if its dark romance, not sure if its romance at all]

You were never crazy about spoiled rich men. They were nothing but troubles.

You knew his type. Rich, spoiled, and never told no. In college, you would see them flocking down walkways in goofy polos, or if there were events, in color-coded suits and ties as if going to their first communion. They were never alone, stuck in bubbles of laughters and champagnes and vape vapors. You were not there besides them. You sat rooted in the library chair, dropping in and out of kickbacks of other students who also never fit into their puzzle of oxfords and high heels. You didn't resent them. You had your own little life. You found comfort in turning it up in the weekend with your fierce eyeliner and fishnet when your bank balance was full, or sitting in your friends' living room greening out on Mexican weed when you were broke.

So when you graduated side by side with them, ordered by names, you didn't feel as if you missed the school spirit. Your ex was chatting up with his crowd a couple rows down, arms in arms with a known rapist. In a sea of them you treaded in your scuffed heels and walked the stadium to your fine, leather-bordered diploma and took a half-hearted photo with the dean before sneaking out early, never to see any of them again. Sure, you missed your friends, but you could always call and catch flights (when your bank balance so permits). The rest of them slipped off your mind easily like vapor.

You moved country. That was the right move. Sure, you could stay in the States and try out a desk job, but you didn't find it in you to belong. Plus, with the recent development of AI  technology coupled with the impending economic recession, you weren't too optimistic about finding a position that lasts. So you packed up and left, missing barely anything. 4 years of your life remained in the tissues your cried into in the dingy airport toilet. You called your family to let them know your ambition. They scoffed, trying to talk you out of it for the last time yet, before their persuasion became discouragement. Before they told you that the corporation needed an heir, and that you were stubborn just like your father was. You turned off your phone and boarded. Your 20s seemed wide open, soaring with you, louder than the plane engine that roared even in your sleep.

3 years later, in your little cubicle in a Japanese high school, you didn't feel like you were soaring anymore. Perhaps your wings got caught somewhere, shredded in the engine just before you landed. You buried your head into piles of notebooks, your red pen gliding. The power to decide who passed and who failed was in your hands, and the soft-hearted nature you carried with you squirmed as you had to mark down zeros and ones. You found yourself smiling at your students and encouraging them, as well as enduring the resistance from the rebellious ones. Little by little, the spark of hope in you matured into a quiet resolution. You learnt to be calmer, to hang your head more, and to speak less of your opinions. In the mirror, you saw a new face.

You pushed on, narrowing your shoulders in the subway, cooking your dinner in your modest kitchen, and packing your own lunch at five in the morning. Sometimes you went out with your coworkers, sometimes you remained indoor. Settling in a monotony as Tokyo raged on with its flourescent storm, you feel, in your quiet moments, as if you were half asleep.

Then one summer morning just before another school year ended, the head of the foreign teacher department walked in. Walking by her was a face you didn't recognize.

"This is Mr. Lukas."

As customary, you stood up and greeted with a polite smile.

"Yes, good morning Mrs. Tahara. Good morning Mr. Lukas."

"I know this is late into the school year", Tahara said, "but Mr. Lukas is the perfect fit for our school. He has plans to stick with us for the next 2 years, so I was hoping he would get the training he needs by trying out at our summer program."

"That seems like a lovely idea", you acknowledged.

"Since you have the most experience in our department so far, and also the only one left since the rest of the team has taken an early vacation as customary for them", Tahara continues, finally building up to her point, "I was wondering if it is not much trouble for you to mentor him this summer. I know that you have said that you would take the summer off this year, but there is nobody else we would trust quite as much!"

You felt a knot of frustration in your chest. After 3 years of dedicating yourself to the summer program, you did finally decide to take the summer off to have some time for yourself. Truth was, you had found yourself growing weary of the monotony in your life which had lulled you into a state of daydream. This summer was supposed to be for you to travel and visit your family. Plus, with the money your had accumulated by pinching your purse, you were hoping to finally fly to LA to meet with a long-term friend you had been dying to see.

But you knew this was not a request. It was an order. Though Tahara was smiling, she was not going to take "no" as an answer. The woman did not climb to her position in this expensive international high school in the heart of Tokyo by being softhearted like you.

"I see", you nodded, the blank smile yet to leave your face, "Very well, then. I will do my best."

Tahara also did not let hers falter when she tried to soothe you, "I heard the staff vacation is to Thailand this year. How exciting, right? It is the 10th year anniversary of our school after all. Tell you what, I will lobby for you the best room there is!"

The pang in your heart did not go away as you chuckled, "Oh, there is no need at all. Please, I am happy to do this job."

"Nonsense", Tahara insists, "Best room there is! Please leave that to me. All you need to worry about is Mr. Lukas."

You bowed your head.

"Thank you very much. I will do my best."

With that, Tahara turns to the newcomer: "Your cubicle is right here next to her. Please get settled in, and she will show you around. You have her full attention for today- I checked, there are no classes today, right, Miss?"

You nodded at the last part. Tahara briskly walked away, leaving Lukas standing in front of you.

You finally turned your attention to him, getting a good look for the first time yet. Lukas was tall, black haired, with a strong nose and freckles. His defined body was complemented by his white button-up and slack pants. The way his body opens up by his wide shoulders and his face held up high told you that he was a stranger not only to this work environment, but to the country as a whole. He still seemed alert, yet to be lulled into sleep like you.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lukas", you held your hand out for him to shake. His hand was soft, and his grip was gentle. You could tell clearly now... he hadn't been a working man.

"Hi", he smiled, "I'm so excited to be here. I'm all yours now, so... lay it all on me!"

American, you mused in your head, noticing his accent and the loud, overly friendly manner. He reminded you of the people you knew from college.

"Of course. Let me give you a quick tour of the school before we get started!"

"Great! It's a beautiful school. Can't wait!"

The moment you and him exited the teacher lounge, Lukas couldn't help but immediately make small talks.

"So... how long have you been working here?"

"Oh, for 3 years now", you replied absentmindedly.

"Woah, that's a long time. To be honest, I just graduated college last December, so this is all totally new to me."

You hummed and pointed out to him the nurse's office, letting him know that he could find assistance there in case of student injuries. Finding it difficult to simply ignore his attempt at a conversation and partially feeling sympathetic at the assumption that he may feel alone in a new country, you picked up the small talk.

"I understand it may feel intimidating at first. I was just like you... moving from an American college to work here is a big change."

"Oh, you were in the States, too? Where at?"

His head turned toward you. He seemed intrigued.

"Yes. I was studying in Texas. X Univerisity."

"So you are smart, then. I was in T University. Your rival school."

"That's a good school, too. What did you major in?"

He sheepishly grinned.

"I was in their business program. What about you?"

You didn't want to divulge more information about yourself, so you directed the focus back on him: "Business? Then what makes you decide to teach here in Japan?"

"Well, I wanted a change of pace... My family, they have a job lined up for me already, and I can come back for it whenever I want. So right now I guess I'm just, like, trying to live my life, you know? Figuring myself out. I thought Japan would be a nice start."

A part of you felt that you could relate to him. Indeed ... if you wanted, you could simply go back to your own family company and work toward inheriting it. But from the way he was talking, it seemed he had a better relationship with his folks.

"That's a great way to challenge yourself", you nodded, now leading him to visit the indoor gym. Your indifference toward him left you with a lukewarm response.

"What about you? You didn't think I'd forget, did you?"

It was your turn to look at him now, a bit bewildered. You didn't expect him to show interest in what you do. Most people usually got caught up in talking about themselves, especially with you who knew to ask more questions to evade the attention.

"Oh... well, I guess I've been interested in linguistics ever since high school. This place put me into curriculum development and researching, so I figured it would be a great addition to my CV."

He narrowed his eyes barely.

"So you have a plan?"

"I do."

"You wanna get a Master's?"

"Well, higher, if I can."

"Ahhh... so you are smart smart."

Uncomfortable now that the topic was you, you quickly looked away: "Not really. Tell me, what is the position your folks have lined up for you?"

He chuckled.

"Business consultant. It's nothing special, but it's steady."

"Where are they based?"

"New York."

Right. So they have money money.

"Are you perhaps a nepo baby?"

He laughed.

"Well, I guess you could say that. But I don't want to be defined by them. I want to create my own ... my values, you know?"

You almost felt yourself sympathizing with him, but the feeling of seperation came back. You remembered the looks you received and the empty seat next to you in classes filled with his type. You remembered being talked over and put aside when you wanted to speak on team projects. You remembered the blatantly perverted things you were told, the arms that linked with rapists, the lack of protection that you and your friends got from anyone when one of them had laid his hands onto a girl you knew.

"Anyway... would you be free for dinner sometimes this week? I'm totally new and alone here, and I could use someone to show me around, you know?"

You held back a sigh as you looked at him who had stopped in his track. He still was younger and, as he said, new and alone in Tokyo. When you were just like him, your coworkers indeed did you the same favor he was asking of you.

"Yes, I can arrange that."

"Does tonight work? If you don't mind, of course."

Against the strange aftertaste that lingered on your tongue, you agreed: "I can do that."

You knew that it wasn't in your nature to ignore someone who felt lost. But you decided that you would not be too close a friend with him. After all, you knew his type.

[coquettetoji]

{ 🪩 } EREN JEAGER MOODBOARD

★ general eren hcs ★

— hot type of nerdy * defo majors in computer science

— my boy by billie eilish coded

— has hot hands ( the veiny kind with long fingers but his hands defo aren’t abnormally huge 💀 ¡ALSO WEARS RINGS! )

— probably smells like weed, mint gum, and expensive cologne. i’m thinking creed aventus with a woody type of scent

— has a silver chain, not gold obvi 👎 defo does the tiktok arm leaning against door frame chain dangling pose

— solid 6’2 maybe 6’3 depending on shoes and lean muscular

— emotion damaging fuck boy (takes ‘hurt people hurt people’ on a whole nother level but he’s hot so who cares?)

— drives a blacked out camaro with tinted windows bc uh

— doesn’t vape, but will always occasionally smoke weed

— gym bro with a sleeper build * bench is probably 265-270 and rubs it in armin’s face atleast once a week

— has 1 playlist because he listens to spotifys default made daily mixes 💀 ( daily mix 4 is always his go to )

— his actual playlist consists of the most overplayed main stream indie songs but then has rnb songs with 3k listens per month mainly from eren that lowk hit?

— mama’s boy and likes cats > dogs

— doberman boy

— has his snapchat in his insta bio with the ghost emoji next to it

— can play guitar and surprisingly well, favorite song to play is sparks by coldplay

— wears prescription clear frame glasses with the blue light lenses on them at night but wears contacts during the day

— all his $$$ comes from stocks, doesn’t have a job but is so smart when it comes to shit like that **defo has one of those metal credit cards that clink against tables 😏

— has dimples on his lower back and deep smile lines with that joker type of smile lol hot

— 3.8 gpa, math and science smart but not reading/english smart

— has a black phone with a clear case, black background, and his most used app is tiktok and messages

— wears street wear, wife beaters, baggy jeans, graphic tees, expensive sneakers, and cargos

— brown / green eyes, show more when they’re in the sun

— has a single diamond piercing on his right ear bc he’s slutty like that

{💌} new message from mica

hopefully this wasn’t a horrible first post bc i’m new to this whole thing, i’ll figure things out after a couple youtube tutorials >:)

i will gladly go emo for eren omfg he’s such a *moan*

SETTING THIS WHOLE BLOG UP SOON I PROMISE 😛

[chleem]

Flashing Lights #4

Series; actor Drew x actress reader

Summary: Drew gets involved in the worst scandal of his career. One way to solve it? Proving to the whole world that he’s the sweetest lover to exist. Who better to help than the one person he can’t stand? You, an A class actress with an alcohol addiction. So, will Drew clear up his reputation, or leave with a bigger mess to clean up?

Genre: fake dating, enemies to lovers(?, slow burn, angst, smut,

Warning: mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of k!lling oneself, mentions of rape & sa, mentions of drug usage, smoking & vaping, (read at own caution

⋆.˚ please dont copy/translate my work

⋆.˚ this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read

♡⸝⸝ chapter3 | index | chapter5

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“Shit,” you murmur. Somehow, the room card doesn’t work when you swipe it up and down. You just woke up from a nap in the car, and still felt dizzy.

“We’ve been standing here for five minutes,” Drew’s voice reminds you of his presence, who you’ve forgotten about for the last…yeah, five minutes. Yet it felt like five hours, because this damn card wouldn’t work. 

“Shut up,” you groan, still going at it. Your arms and legs felt heavy, so this task was ten times harder than it usually was. 

His hand suddenly takes the card away from you, and he presses it against the lock. The door opens, and you stare at him dumbfounded. It was that easy?

Eager to sit down, you don’t even say thanks and just rush in, kicking your heels off. You take a quick scan of the room. It was a nice suite that Laura arranged, having a small living room, kitchen, bedroom and more. You head to the bedroom, plopping yourself down on the bed. You didn’t care if you had dirty clothes on, hell, it was your bed, you can sleep on it however you want. 

You close your eyes, ready to drift back to sleep, but Drew’s voice interrupts you. “There’s only one bed.”

That makes you sit yourself back up, and you look around. Yeah. He is right, only one bed. Stupid Laura, she couldn’t have gotten a suite with two bedrooms? You look at Drew, leaned against the doorway, his eyes already on you. 

You want the bed. And the look he gives you shows he also wants the bed. 

“I’m sleeping here,” you voice out first, calling dibs. 

“You don’t get to choose,” he quickly says, crossing his arms. “The bed is mine.”

You scoff. “Yours? Maybe the floor is yours, but I’m sleeping on this bed. I need it.”

“You need it? Just ‘cause of some drinks? No, I need it, after spending an entire day with you.”

“Hey, my head hurts like shit. And I’m already laying on it. I’m sleeping here.”

“Fuck no.”

“Go argue with the wall,” you say, laying back down on your back and closing your eyes. This bed is comfortable, and in your tired state, it's the best bed ever. Fuck Drew, he can go sleep on the couch or the floor. This bed is yours. 

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A hot towel startles you, forcing you to wake up. 

You find the reason behind it; Drew. 

He’s sat on the bed next to you, half naked. Is this part of your dream? 

“Hey; get the fuck off. You stink.”

Okay. Definitely not a dream. “What?” You say, still staring at him. Your eyes lead themselves down his body, at his chest where you notice a necklace, abs that god probably helped sculpture, and sweatpants that hugs his lower waist. Now that he’s sitting next to you, you get a clear look of his body. He definitely works out. 

“A picture would last longer.”

You quickly avert your eyes back up to his face, seeing his stupid smirk. Asshole. Sitting up, you look around and down at your body. He was right; you stink from the alcohol and you feel dirty. How long did you sleep anyways? “Get the hell away from me,” you say, the best comeback you could think of right now. 

Drew shrugs in a ‘whatever’ type of way, moving further up the bed. You watch as he makes himself comfortable, eyes now glued onto his phone. 

You get up and walk to the living room, finding your suitcase and opening it. You grab your underwear and a random shirt, before heading to the bathroom. 

——

“Hey, you’re in my bed.”

Is he dead? You tap on his chest again. “Hey, get up.”

This isn’t working. So, you slap his chest real hard this time, and that causes him to startle awake. He rubs his eyes, and you’re not helping by pointing your phone flashlight directly at him. “What the fuck?” He curses, turning to lay on his back.

“You’re in my bed,” you repeat, more annoyed this time. 

“Can’t you see I’m already laying in it?” He hits you with a familiar line to something you said earlier. 

“Yes, but I claimed it first,” you say, not caring how bratty you sounded. He’s seen worse of your attitude, so you might as well fight for this bed in the most annoying and childish way. “You’re a guy, you can handle sleeping on the couch.”

Drew’s eyes are squinted, mainly due to the light flashed on him. But you couldn’t care less. Until, the corner of his lips curl up again. “I’m not listening to a fucking ogre.”

Now you’re pissed. You grab the pillow from under him, hitting his face repeatedly with it. The phone drops to the floor, but you only cared about causing damage to Drew’s face. Well, a pillow was weak but it was all you got in your sudden burst of anger. 

“Hey-“

"Stop-"

You ignore his calls for you to stop, hitting him with the pillow repeatedly.

Only when his hand suddenly grabs your wrists, and he flips you over onto the bed, is when you stop. He hovers over you, pinning your wrists above you. You’re breathing heavily from hitting him, and his necklace that dangles near your face pisses you off even more. 

“Get the fuck-“

“Y/n,” he cuts you off, and you realize he’s also breathing heavily. The little light from your phone on the ground shows enough for you to see Drew, his expression tired but mean, his blue eyes glaring into yours. “It's 3 fucking am. I just want to have some sleep. In a comfortable fucking bed. So leave me alone, got it?”

He should’ve known better than to say that shit to you, because you weren’t someone who easily listens. “You can have some sleep on the couch. This is my-“

“Fuck, why can’t you just listen like a normal fucking person?”

“Me? What about you-“

“Me what? All I’ve done today was put up with your fucking attitude. It’s only the first fucking day, y/n, and I have to put up with you for the rest of the-“

“You think I want this? Hey, don’t fucking act like I owe you. You got yourself into this-“

“Yeah, yeah I fucking did. And I fucking hate myself,” Drew says, and he lets go of you. When he lets go, you realize how hard he’s been holding onto you, that bruises might form. He gets off of you, running his hands over his hair. “You want this fucking bed? Have it.”

He leaves, and this fight over the bed ends. “Asshole,” you murmur, massaging your wrists. Hurts like a bitch. But at least you had the bed to yourself now, that was all that mattered. 

You pick your phone up from the floor, turning the flash off and placing it on the bedside table. Fixing the pillow, you lay down on the spot Drew was just in. It smelt like him, his shampoo and scent still lingering in his spot. 

And somehow, it doesn’t bother you as much, because you fall asleep almost instantly. 

——

The only person talking in the car is your PR manager Maple, who’s explaining what’s expected when the two of you are on the yacht. Today’s schedule in Bahrain was another stunt, to show the public how sweet you were with each other ‘privately.’

She praises you for the hard launch yesterday, to which you ignore and just chew on your gum. It was just a stupid bet that you lost, yet the internet is acting crazy. 

“Whatever,” you murmur, eyes glued to the scenery outside. 

“Now, there will be a few staff onboard, but just to serve food and drive the yacht around the area,” Maple continues. “So while they’re in eye sight, don’t send glares to each other. Like right now.”

You furrow your eyebrows, glancing over at Drew. Only to find him already staring at you, his expression blank. But you know he’s thinking about something, the way his blue eyes seemed so fixed on you. “What?” You rudely ask.

“Nothing,” he replies, looking away from you. 

Whatever. The car stops near the docks anyways, meaning you’ve arrived. 

As the both of you open the door to get out, Maple says in the most serious tone, “Cameras are everywhere. Remember that.”

“Of course,” you roll your eyes, getting out of the car. Once the both of you were out of the car, Maple drives away. You first look around, checking for the paparazzi. Sure enough, a few of them hid behind the bushes.

“You there?” Drew’s voice pulls your attention back to him. 

You cover your mouth, pulling Drew down by his arm. “Behind the bushes.”

He looks over to the bushes near the dock, and sees the paparazzi too. He then holds your hand, looking away towards the yacht. “Which one is it?”

His hand is warm just like yesterday; the ring on his finger the only thing that feels cold against your skin. You tighten your grip around his hand, leading him towards the white yacht. One of the staff greets you, giving you a warm welcome once you enter the walkway. 

It was one of the smaller yachts, suitable for a short ride around the area. Drew, politely shakes hand with the main manager of the yacht, exchanging a few words. The manager attempts to shake yours, but you just keep your hand intertwined with Drew’s. You don’t even smile at the man. 

He guides you two to the back of the yacht, where the dining space was. You let go of Drew’s hand, sitting down. He sits across from you as the staff places two menus down. “if you need anything, we’re just inside.”

And while the yacht starts to drive off, you stare at the open sea. You needed to smoke so bad. You haven’t done one in almost a whole day, and it was killing you. This minty gum that Drew offered only lasts a small while. 

Good thing you secretly brought one, with the help of Maple. You asked to ‘borrow’ her vape, even though you both knew you were gonna keep it for yourself. In fact, it was the first thing you said to her when you saw her this morning. Everyone whose worked closely with you knows how anxious you get, and how alcohol and smoking could calm you down, so somehow these days, someone always had something for you.

It was like an unspoken rule now, for there to be cigarettes and alcohol near you. 

The vape was in the hidden pocket of your emerald green sundress, out of sight for others yet you could feel it against your thighs. You look at Drew, who was focused on reading the menu. Could he hurry up?

You force him to hurry up, calling the staff back in. “Give me five of your strongest alcoholic drink,” you say, the line becoming your catchphrase almost. 

Drew looks up at you, his expression mean. You just shrug at him. “One Biryani, falafel, and an American stake, and just a plain water.”

The staff nods and leaves, and you raise an eyebrow at Drew. “What did you just order?” You snicker at the funky food names. 

“Look at the menu yourself,” he replies instead, turning his gaze to the sea. 

Okay. You definitely needed a smoke if you were going to be on a yacht ride with this man. You get up, ready to find a bathroom and do your business, but Drew’s voice stops you. “Where you going?”

“Bathroom,” you coldly reply, wondering why he needed to know. When he doesn’t say anything else, you walk inside the yacht. The staff inside looks at you with sparkled eyes, but you ignore them, following the directions to the bathroom. 

Once inside, you lock the door and take the vape out of your pocket. You put the seat down, but not before spitting the gum in it. You take a smoke out of the vape, the chemical running through your veins, and you taste nicotine with the strong strawberry flavor it was. “The fuck?” You curse, always preferring regular cigarettes with heavy nicotine, instead of these fakes with the preppy flavors. 

Well, this was all you got, so you take a few more puffs of it. You definitely feel much better now. 

You stare at the circles you make when blowing it out, and you decide to try making a circle within a circle. You giggle, almost succeeding in one. You then attempt to adjust the sizes of these circles, with each inhale, it gets more and more interesting. You even take your phone out, searching for fun vaping smokes to recreate. 

But your fun wonderland shuts down when a bang on the door startles you, causing you to drop your vape on the ground. “Shit!” You curse, picking it up and wiping the mouth part. 

“Y/n, you in there?” 

Drew. “Busy!” You yell back, hoping he goes away. 

“You’ve been gone for ten minutes, y/n. What the fuck are you doing?” It's been ten minutes? Feels like a minute since you got here.

You stay silent. 

“Open the door, y/n.”

Ugh, too much nicotine in your brain right now. You shake your head, trying to shake some sense back into yourself. “Um, I’m busy! Go away, Drew.” Of course. Saying you’re busy always works. 

“Open the fucking door, y/n,” he repeats, his voice more deep and threatening this time. 

You quickly put the vape in your pocket, shutting your phone. You unlock the door, and Drew quickly opens it. Your eyes widen at how fast he is, because before you know it, he’s in this small bathroom with you, the door locked behind him now. 

He towers over you, and with this tight space, he holds himself up by pushing his arm against the wall behind you. So, you’re trapped between his arm and the wall. “Where is it?” He questions you immediately. 

“What?” You act dumb; crossing your arms and looking directly into his eyes. 

He smirks, licking his lips. He’s staring down at you, and his cologne hitting your nose just reminds you of how close he is to you. “Gosh, you’re a horrible fucking liar. You sure this is what you do for a living?”

Now he was lying. “What are you talking about? I was taking a shit, and you barge in-“

“It smells like fucking strawberries in here, y/n.”

Fuck. Caught red-handed. But you don’t show it, still looking up at him. “Something’s wrong with your nose,” you calmly say. 

He squints his eyes down at you, clearly not believing a word that comes out of your mouth. “Then we’re staying here until I’m right.”

Who does he fucking think he is? “You can stay here, I’m going out.”

You slightly bend down and escape from his arm, going to unlock the door. But you nudge the lock harder than you’re suppose to, your vape falling out of your pocket. 

Okay, now you’re caught red-handed. 

Drew picks it up, and laughs at it. He laughs cockily, knowing he busted you. He then locks the door again, not caring about people that might want to use the bathroom. You just cross your arms, not wanting to admit you were wrong. Wait, you’re not wrong. Nothing was wrong with you vaping. “What? Is it a crime?” You start, unwilling to get ashamed with Drew’s strong presence in front of you. 

“You finished, the entire vape in ten minutes?”

You furrow your eyebrows, grabbing the vape from him. It was empty, but you didn’t realize you smoked that much. “It, it was halfway done when I got it.”

“‘When you got it'? Who did you get it from, a hobo-“

“I got it from Maple,” you hurry to say. “I know she always have one-“

“That’s not the point-“ Drew shakes his head, as if it could help get rid of some of his anger. “You’re fucking vaping in here. A smoke alarm could have went off. Someone could have seen you.”

“Well, they didn’t, so calm your balls down,” you brush it off, turning to unlock the door. But Drew grabs your wrist, pushing you against the door. Hard. You panic, knowing someone outside definitely heard the bang, plus, now your back hurts. “Are you a fucking lunatic? Get off me-“

He takes the vape out of your hands, releasing you to throw it into the toilet. You watch with your mouth open in shock, as he flushes it down. “What the fuck are you doing?” You yell at him. 

“Stopping you from getting into trouble!” He yells back at you, just slightly quieter. “I can’t have the staff finding out you’re running in here to fucking vape.”

“Yeah, as if you cared that much.”

“Yeah, I do care. Because you’re my fucking girlfriend, to not only them, but the entire fucking world. So of course I care.”

“Please. You think you’re that relevant?” You scoff at him. “Hey, they know you because of me. And don’t fucking act like the saint here, you only care about the contract-“

“I’m trying to keep you out of trouble-“

“What trouble? Bunch of people smoke, drink-“

“You are addicted-“

“Literally no one cares, Drew!”

“Don’t deny it, y/n, everyone fucking cares-“

“Will you fucking shut up? No one gives a single fuck about-“

“Ms y/l/n, Mr Starkey, are you in there?” A voice outside asks. 

Drew covers your mouth, but you fight to push him off of you. “Yeah, out in a sec.”

After a few seconds, you immediately push him away. “What the fuck? Now they think we’re fucking in here!”

“Its better than overhearing this conversation, or catching you with vape,” Drew angrily replies to you, running a hand through his hair. 

“No; this is much worse,” you angrily throw back. “Fine. You won’t let me smoke in peace, I’ll drink in peace. And there will be plenty of witnesses then.”

This time, you unlock the door and get out quick enough that Drew couldn’t stop you, or at least, he doesn’t stop you. You walk out, ignoring the staff giving you curious glances, forcing yourself to act as if nothing happened in there. 

You sit down at the table, which was now filled with food and your drinks. You immediately down the first one, the anger inside of you enough to numb the burn. Who the fuck did Drew think he was, interfering with how you want to treat your body?

You down the second drink just as Drew comes out, sitting across from you. You turn your gaze towards the sea, knowing that your mouth will go off once you make eye contact with him. 

This just might be the worst yacht ride ever.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: this chapter was basically fighting over a bed and vape. thanks for reading anyways! recently i got a bunch of ideas for drew, and i'm so excited to write them!

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[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

some crazy things Shannon put in KOTLC that I love

1. Marella gets vapes ("can of flavored air") from the school lunch line, she also bought some for Sophie as an exams present

2. There is a non-alcoholic carbonated(?) beverage that gets ppl drunk (we have no indication of minimum legal drinking age)

3. there is a holiday food that looks like those swamp hotdogs you can't eat

4. kelpie urine cures seasickness and yeti pee fixes burns

5. sasquatches exist, they are green, and they have beaks

6. el dorado is real and it's controlled by goblins, to get there you ride in an egg-shaped carriage pulled by a titanaboa through the earth's crust.

7. timezones are real, elves just don't subscribe to them. all elvin cities use the same time as London (I think, based on Legacy)

8. every elf speaks and reads their language instinctively from birth, but runes still evolve over time and the Vackers have a specific accent, which is considered aristocratic and correct.

9. dwarves have an underground tunnel that makes you hallucinate

10. two known monarchs of the intelligent species got their job by sabotaging their predecessor, one of them is friends with the main character.

11. Alicorns are still not considered an intelligent species, all legislation concerning them lacks their input.

12. trolls turn into babies when they get old, they finish gestation inside giant communal honeycombs, and newborns have a bloodthirsty stage.

13. Because of her genetics, Sophie can read any type of writing in existence EXCEPT for elvin government documents (and maybe dead languages)

please add on anything else you can think of!

[emo-toaster]

Another set of head canons cuz I'm bored!

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No warnings ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

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Modern!Gyutaro - Head canons๋࣭ ⭑⚝

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╰┈➤ Gyutaro loves alternative fashion. And what if he might get called emo all the time? Fishers, rings, spiked bracelets, chains and boots he used spray paint on, that's how he likes to go out when he has the energy to actually put it all on in the morning. Surprisingly, Gyutaro loves wearing sweaters, especially big ones with muted colors, with black stripes, they hide his body well and that's why he really likes baggy clothing.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro used to smoke. Normal cigarettes and vapes, but he stopped once Ume got annoyed with all the smoke he was leaving behind wherever he went.

╰┈➤ Tattoos and piercings guaranteed. A plum blossom tattoo on his left shoulder, that's for Ume, and some other random tattoos that he liked in some more hidden spots. He's still thinking about getting a whole sleeve on his right arm, but that could get ruined by his black spots, so he's not entirely sure yet. If it comes to piercings tho, Gyutaro has snake bites and pierced ears. Sometimes he gets comments that he's "destroying his body and making it ugly" , but for Gyutaro it was ugly from the very start, so he's not really making a difference.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro is a Type O Negative fan. He listens to a lot of bands, but Type O Negative just hits the spot for him and his favorite song is " I don't wanna be me" . Well, he is also a huge Lady Gaga fan. Ume started listening to her songs one day and Gyutaro just rolled with it. His favorite song by Lady Gaga is "Monster". There's not much explaining needed.

���┈➤ Gyutaro loves to pick on Tanjiro. For some magical reason Ume and Nezuko started getting along, and now the Kamado girl comes over from time to time, and every single time she brings her brother. This gives Gyutaro an opportunity to pick on Tanjiro after graduating from Kimetsu academy, even after almost being held back a grade. He barely made it through to be honest. Now, he's like the most annoying older brother whenever the Kamados come over, well, only to Tanjiro, since Nezuko gets special privileges just cuz she's a friend of Ume.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro is surprisingly a great cook. His and Ume's mother wasn't around much, so he had to basically raise his little sister all by himself. Well, thanks to that he managed to get really great at classic household chores.

╰┈➤ It's hard to get a job in Gyutaro's case. That's because the job he wants to do is on the way. Gyutaro is seriously thinking about being a tattoo artist or maybe working online for some company. Right now he's taking some other jobs to get some cash and experience.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro plays Genshin impact, it's a shock. He just found the game fun and just plays from time to time. He doesn't care for the plot, he's just there to fight some monsters and collect some cool characters. He mains Bennett. ( For those who don't know, Bennett and Gyutaro share a Japanese va (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑) )

╰┈➤ Gyutaro likes bugs. He had a pet spider once...well, not quite a pet. As a kid Gyutaro just toyed with a random spider that would sit around in the corner of his mother's apartment.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro has a low spice tolerance, Unlike Ume. Once she bought some Buldak noodles and gave it to Gyutaro. He was chugging milk for the next 5 minutes.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro has a beef with Tengen, but not with his wives. Every time he sees all 4 of them, he will cuss out Uzui and politely say 'Hi' to Suma, Hinatsuru and Makio.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro sucks at flirting. But it has a certain charm to it. Well, no one fell for that charm yet—

yet.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro has a skincare routine with Ume. He doesn't really care, but it makes her happy, so whenever she has a face mask on, he has one as well.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro tans easily. In the summer he has to wear a lot of sunscreen so he won't turn into a 'cooked shrimp' as he calls it.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro paints his nails black. He wears nail polish every day to the point he feels weird when he doesn't have it on.

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[sophiamagia]

Bad habits

-Pairing: Bat family x gn reader

-Sumary: You vape. What started from sharing one with a friend, had slowly turned into buying some for yourself. You stayed at the manor often. The Waynes were a found family to you, and if you weren’t already being taken care of by your own legal guardians, you would’ve been adopted by Bruce himself. You’d probably be a new Robin and everything. You spent a dinner shared with the whole family, a rare occasion for the busy bunch. You step away for a bathroom break, and just take one hit. Then a few. Then you got caught.

-Authoes note: this is a request by the same person as last time, and I was excited to write this one. Btw I don’t usually write a lot of angst so this is so light I’m sorry. Again, I apologize for taking so long, it’s just a religious thing going on right now, no social media. I hope you enjoy it, and requests are open as usual. Sorry it’s a bit short 😔😔🙏

-warnings: small angst, usage of a vape, addiction references, little conflict, I don’t really proof read

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Bad Habits

     It was a rather cold night; you could hear the gentle patter of rain against the walls and windows of the structure you currently took residence in. There was minimal chatter in the large dining room as everyone waited for the food to be delivered. You were relieved to be in this comfy place again. The warm lighting graced the large room with a sense of security and peace. 

     Alfred delivered everyone’s plates, and Jason was quick to start devouring his food, followed by Dick. You chuckled softly, watching as everyone else ate like royalty. Bruce spoke softly to you from the other end of the table.

     “How have you been, y/n?” 

     “Oh, uhm…” you hesitated. The truth was, you weren’t on your best days. But it wasn’t worth talking about during a nice dinner like this. You took a small bit of your food before replying, “good. I’ve been good.”

     He nodded, and Tim chuckled. You glanced at him, seeing he was just on his phone, typing rapidly. Bruce told him to put it away. 

     You sighed, glancing around at everyone at the table. The comforting silence slowly became itchy. The urge to take a deep breath of something else was getting stronger the more you tried to sit still. You suddenly sat up.

     “I’m using the restroom…” you announced, a bit of nervousness in your tone. Everyone looked up at your suddenness, before looking back to their food. Damian spoke with a bit of attitude he always had.

     “Ok?” He spoke, before rolling his eyes and taking a bite of food from his own plate. You let out a breath, and turned away from the table. You walked down the huge halls, a slow pace turning into a pretty much a jog to get there. You could feel your hand already pulling out the vape before you shut the door. 

     Pressing the button, you brought the edge of the pen to your lips, slowly inhaling the sweet nectar that promised to solve all problems.

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     Then you put it back in your pocket, holding the vapor in your mouth for a while cracking open a small window. You exhaled, feeling a calm wash over you. Feeling a bit lighter, you took your time with a few more hits. 

     You thought it was just a few minutes. Just a few minutes of relaxation before resuming the dinner. But when you checked your phone, ten minutes had passed.

     Shit…

     You couldn’t lie and say it was the dinner; you had barely touched your plate. Maybe you could say you ate something earlier? No…you told them you hadn’t eaten before this. Maybe they would believe you were just doom scrolling. Yeah. Tim does that all the time; forgetting he has somewhere to be meanwhile scrolling social media endlessly. You nod, closing the window. 

     You take another hit of the vape as you open the bathroom door, only to be met with Damian. You froze, making eye contact with him as a flavored smoke leaves your nose and mouth. His face curls in disgust, and his hands sink into his pockets. 

     “Please don’t say anything…” you muttered, putting the vape safely away in your pocket. He spoke lowly in response.

     “So this is what you spent ten minutes doing? I thought you hated bad habits like that.” He muttered, shaking his head. You couldn’t help but feel irritated and shameful. He must’ve been sent to check up on you, and you could sense his disappointment.

     “It’s different from smoking cigarettes, and it’s not alcohol, or drugs.” You spoke in a mumble, hands fiddling with the vape in your pocket. He snapped back.

     “It’s the same, Y/n,” He shook his head, “you might as well be smoking cigarettes. You can’t seriously be trying to tell me vaping is healthy.”

     You opened your mouth to reply, but saw Dick walking up to you both. This was quickly escalating to something you didn’t want it to.

     “Hey, everything ok?” Dick asked with a smile, looking at Damian, then at you. You tried to speak first, but Damian interrupted .

     “Y/n is vaping.” Damian said flatly, and Dick gave you a confused look. His eyes drifted to your pocket, seeing the vape. His eyes shifted to more of a concerned look than anything else. 

      Does everyone in this family snoop around? No, it wasn’t their fault. You were stupid…walking out of the door taking one last hit. But it’s good. Similar to the feeling of licking a lollipop. Then taking another lick before the sweet taste is gone. Then you’ve eaten the lollipop and go to get another one. 

      Humiliatingly, the lung-killer was taken from you. Everyone was told, and could’ve curled in on yourself when you saw Bruce look at you; the same look a father would give you. A father you actually want to be around, no less. A long conversation was had with you instead of a warm dinner and game night. You were just focused on the fact that you’ve seen some of them smoke before.

      Oh, but you practically begged Bruce not to tell your guardians. You would rather die than face that on top of everything else. But they did anyways. Your room was searched, your bathroom and trash cans. 

Now every time you come over for dinner, Alfred asks you to hand over any “addictive products.” Good luck sneaking past the famous vigilante detectives next time. 

[kill4luvina]

"Mami, only me okay?"

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Gangster!Luffy x Plug!Reader

Summary : Luffy is a Loyal costumer and only smokes what you give him and during ya'll smoking sesh you just happen to get a little touchy.

Warning : SMUT, Luffy's hispanic idc, high & tired/sleepy sex, luffy calls reader "mami", not proofread, lazy writing but it kinda ate hear me out.

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"I'm obsessed with you in a way I can't believe—But I'm not a random guy, I'm different"

Luffy isn't the type of guy to really care where he's getting food as long as it's good, and he use to be like that with his weed too until he met you. Thru a friend of a friend, and ever since then he's been obsessed with you and your products. Always complimenting you whenever he'd come over to get pick up his order, sometimes spending extra time with you smoking & always making you die laughing.

"Hey Y/n" Luffy would smile standing at your door, it was bout 11:30 pm, and you had asked him if he wanted to smoke about 5 minutes ago and just happened to be already on his way. For the first time in the few months you've known luffy he calmly entered your house. "You okay?" You'd ask him and he'd nod his head yes sitting heading up to your room as you just followed behind him.

You'd watch luffy take off his red bape jacket off tossing it on your dresser leaving him in just a black T, sweat pants and his black and red jordan 4's. Now sitting on your bed he'd pull out his vape hitting it a few times pulling out his phone to open tiktok. Rolling your eyes because this nigga just walked up in here like he owned it. You pick of the blunt you had just rolled lighting it as you hit it once passing it to him before laying on your bed also watching tiktok.

The both of you kept the rotation going smootly, a silly thought going through your mind as you start laughing. Luffy, already so far gone starts laughing too. "Mami, I'm hungry.." He'd say after his laugher died down. "aight, lemme doordash something whatchu want?" you'd ask noticing his red braces as he smiled starting to list everything he wanted from the restaurant you deiced to order from. "Nigga you fat as shit.." You looked at the price of 135, and back at him as he pulled his shirt up showing up you a straight 6 pack.

"how tf--" You'd question shocked subconsciously reaching to touch his abs, as your hands slowly roll down until they reach his waistband make you pull away quickly when you realized. You quickly turn away continuing to finish up your order trying to pretend that never happened as luffy's eyes stayed on you. Poor boy got completely hard just from that thinking you were teasing him as he just ended up taking off his shirt. You'd look over noticing as your eyes wandering down the chest admiring the tattoo's he had holding yourself back from trying to feel up on him.

"Mami? touch me again.." He'd say noticing you hesitate to even look, giving you a goofy smile making you feel comfortable as you moved closed to him resting your hand on his chest. You'd bring your face close to his and he quickly kissed you catching you completely off guard. Eye's softening as you allowed yourself to melt into the kiss feeling as if you two were one. As if for a moment both your souls were connected, or maybe it was just the weed hitting you harder then you expected.

Feeling yourself becoming more emotionally venerable wanting to become apart of him, not even feeling close enough as he pulled you into his lap kissing you deeper. "Luffy!" You'd moan randomly feeling his fingers rub against your cunt through your pink skims shorts. "Yes mami?" he'd huff resting his head in the crook of your neck, eye low as if he was about to fall asleep. "Can we fuck?" He'd mumble bluntly as you were also not fully their nodding your head yes.

Not even waiting he was shifting his hips into you dry humping and whimpering into your neck, slowly just enjoying the small moment. For once you felt present in the moment as if there was no future or past and it was only now. Wanting to stay here forever with him, in this position knowing it wasn't just the weed speaking or acting. Luffy would finally slip your shorts off and panties off in on go before laying you down on the bed and eating you out, and god he ate you out I'm talking he gave you the sloppiest head ever and even with braces that you totally forgot existed.

Your head would fall back as your toes curled cumming all over his tongue and face, as he licked it all up bring his head up kissing your neck as you tried to catch your breath. "So pretty.." He'd whisper into your neck leaving hickeys as he position himself taking his sweet time to enter, tears welling up in your eyes as you felt yourself get stretched. "S-So, Big-" You'd moan holding onto him as he kissed your tears away.

Noticing that you were ready he's slowly start moving giving you long deep strokes giving you kisses on the cheek as he whispered sweet nothing in your ear, telling you how pretty you are, and how much he loved you. Making you feel butterflies wanting to just stay like this forever with him as he started to pick up his pace. "l-love you too!" you'd moan feeling him hit your g-spot making you cream just at the way he looked down at you. Feeling him slow down, pulling about to finish on his own feeling your hands on him.

"So good for me" He'd say making you smile at him getting down on your knees starting to jerk him off with your tongue out, eye contact making him weak as he came as soon as you kissed his tip. "Love u so much, only want you okay?" Luffy would say come down giving you a kiss as you nodded. The door bell would ring, and in seconds luffy was dressed and down the stairs to get his food almost completely forgetting about you.

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(YALL GIVE ME IDEAS SO I CAN PRACTICE WRITING MOREE)

[xodrucifer]

here's how i think the creeps smoke and what some of them are like when they're high

i like to think that the pastas with non-physical bodies, or non-human bodies can’t get physically harmed really bad, so doing stuff like drugs doesn’t affect them negatively that much. with me saying that, please don’t take this as inspiration to go do drugs. you are not a creepypasta. you have a physical body ( probably ) and please don’t go do drugs because of this post. anyway, here’s how i think the creeps have a fun saturday night. i am not liable for anything ever.

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Jeff: it’s well known on this blog that this bastard will smoke anything, out of anything, with anything, that he can get his dirty fucking hands on. he doesn’t consider himself a stoner, but he will smoke with someone is invited. or alone, he doesn’t care. i think his favorite drugs are edibles that have like 200mg in them. he eats them all. absolutely fucks them up. then he lays on the living room couch, stoned out of his mind, watching pastas come in and out from their assigned jobs. he thrives knowing that he’s liked just enough by slender to sit on his ass and watch everyone else work. probably vapes too, enjoys menthol and mint flavors most but secretly enjoys fruity flavors, specifically white peach and strawberry. also smokes cigarettes a lot, but nowhere near as much as tim or brian. jeff loves the burn they give in his lungs. when high, he's much more impulsive, much more offensive, much more violent, and just overall more of a jerk off.

BEN: ben definitely vapes as his main choice of getting high; he’s the type of kid in school who skips class to go vape and fiend in the bathroom with the upperclassmen. he knows how to do tricks, how to hold the vapor in hella long, and loves trying to hit multiple vapes at once. i’m talking 4 through his mouth, 1 through his nose all at once. his go to flavors are fruity flavors and his favorite types are geek bars, referred to as “ the geekers. “ loves orange creamsicle, raspberry peach, and mango flavors the most. also smokes weed when he’s home; prefers to smoke with blunts or carts but has a fancy bong that he’s incredibly protective of. smokes indica-type strains mostly, and his favorite time of day to smoke is late night-early morning. he doesn’t mind smoking alone but loves to smoke with jeffery or toby. loves to try to get toby as baked as humanly possible. sometimes, rarely, once in a blue moon type of rare, tim will smoke with ben if he’s had a really boring day. brian and dark link are also regulars during ben’s smoke sessions. silver likes to sit in and hang out too but never joins in. ben would probably have sex high, maybe i’ll make another post about that. the hardest thing he’s ever done was molly, had a really weird trip so now he only sticks to vaping and smoking weed. 

toby: he seems like he’d smoke cigarettes the most, but i also like to think that he smokes weed and vapes pretty often. gets his cigarettes from tim, either buying them off him or stealing them. doesn’t have his own weed stash, so he goes to smoke with ben instead and fiend off him. toby has an abnormally high thc tolerance, so it takes a little bit more to get him high, and ben always takes this as a challenge to see how stoned he can get toby. likes minty-flavored vapes, specifically juuls and geekbars. he’s the type of high to sit around and be lazy, be laid back and flirty, and say and do stupider things than usual. the hardest thing he’s ever done was molly with ben, his trip wasn’t as weird and was pretty dope in his opinion, he’d do it again. tries to smoke multiple cigarettes at once, fails and almost throws up.

slenderman: doesn’t smoke often, but has a box of old-timey cigars he keeps on him at all times that he will rarely smoke. he likes the smell of cigars and cigarettes but isn’t fond of the smell of weed that lingers in the Manor halls. 

masky: likes his cigarettes, prefers marlboro reds but will smoke any kind. he’s been smoking since his late teens so sometimes he’s got a raspy voice and rough smokers cough that makes you jump if it’s quiet. doesn’t care much for weed, but will smoke with hoodie and ben if he’s had a boring day, or if he’s feeling nostalgic. has hit ben’s vape a couple times, doesn’t mind it and would buy his own if desperate for a buzz and didn’t have his cigarettes on him. ben pays him to buy his vapes and weed since he’s obviously over 21, and in turn he gets ben to pay for his cigarettes. the hardest thing he’s done is coke, tweaked out incredibly hard and then swore to never do it again. 

Hoodie: not as heavy of a cigarette smoker as tim is, but still runs out of packs pretty quick. smokes weed more often with ben and jeff than any other person, prefers to smoke it early morning so he can unwind from his workday. he’s the type of high to get really philosophical and have deep conversations, and still wonder about them days after. has hit ben’s vapes but doesn’t really care for it, likes the minty ones more than others but still prefers cigarettes. sometimes buys ben’s stuff if tim can’t get it in exchange for free weed. will smoke multiple cigarettes at once and not throw up. the hardest thing he’s done was pills, has a pretty bad addiction but got himself out of it with tim’s help.

eyeless jack: i can’t see him smoking weed or vaping, or even cigarettes that often. maybe a cigarette every once in a while, but that’s only if he’s stressed out and it’s a really specific setting, or he just barely saved someone’s life and he needs to relieve that build-up. most likely smoked weed a little bit and experimented during college, although never wanted to do anything to hard due to personal experiences with friends and family doing it. the hardest thing he’s ever done was secretly acid, had a terrible trip and will never touch it again. 

laughing jack: has done meth before, would probably do it again. 

clockwork: she’s a cigarette girl. loves her cigarettes, laughs at ben’s tutti-frutti flavored vape. smokes a lot with tim and brian in the shop, the littered cigarette butts on the ground are hers by a significant amount. the hardest thing she’s done is molly, enjoyed her trip and would do it again probably. 

dark link: loves to smoke weed with ben, that’s his preferred way to get high. doesn’t care much for cigarettes cause he doesn’t like the smell, but does enjoy ben’s menthol vapes. loves bongs and joints equally, but loves blunts the most. likes carts a lot too, and will take edibles like they’re candy. he’s the type to get high and get really really flirty, but did we expect anything less from dark? likes to get crossfaded too, but doesn’t ever remember the night before when he wakes up, but ben and his trusty cameras do. the hardest thing he’s ever done is so many shrooms that he thought he was in hell. 

glitchy red: prefers weed and vaping over cigarettes, and only likes getting high at night in a group or with at least one other person. fiends off of ben’s vapes, and likes the fruity flavors, specifically strawberry or kiwi. prefers to smoke weed out of bongs or pipes, but will settle for carts or joints. he’s the type of high to also get really flirty and would have sex while high as well. would probably be more experimental too. also really lazy when he’s high, just wants to sit and chill and eat a bunch of food. the hardest thing he’s done is probably shrooms. And the trip was alright. 

lost silver: i don’t see him smoking really at all out of shyness and no urge to do it. nobody pressures him, and he doesn’t see the point, so he just kinda hangs out when people are smoking, preferably ben. he has hit ben’s vapes a couple times, didn’t mind the minty flavors but just doesn’t see the enjoyment in it. has hit ben’s bong once, and one hit was enough for him to almost green out. 

nina: she LOVES her girly flavored vapes. doesn’t care much for cigarettes or weed, but will smoke ben’s bong in exchange for gossip she hears around that he hasn’t picked up on yet. loves hitting ben’s tutti-frutti vapes, and will chief his dead ones from him. likes strawberry, pina colada, and white grape the most. when she’s high she gets really energized and talkative and will yap your ear off. ben is her vape plug, she tells him what she wants and he sends tim out to get it. hardest thing she’s done i imagine could be acid or shrooms.  

[agoraphobicwhore]

I've been trapped inside of your heart shaped box for weeks

Vex, 18, trans nb (he/they/it), pan, switch, system member

(not just vex anymore but that's not super important, just call us vex)

I like talking and mutual stalking so send an ask or spam like. Self indulgent paraphilia posting, asks are so open, DM replies are incredibly selective. I follow my Tumblr crushes so lucky you <3

No DNI, but I will not reply to your messages if you're 10+ years older than me, younger than me at all, only reblog porn (you know those blogs), ask for pics right away, have a blank/not set up blog, or if you address me like we're in a dynamic already

Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint!

Oooooh you looked you want me soooo bad it makes you look stupid! (Please be obsessed with me, I'll do it back)

Honorifics are enjoyed and invited, use whatever is appropriate for the dynamic! Bunny, bro, angel, sir, lord, slut, mutt get creative idc. Kindness isn't required but you'll catch me better with honey if you know what I mean. Do not call me a puppy! And I highly recommend not degrading me immediately upon interacting

It's easier to list what I don't like first, piss is tolerable but not my cup of pee tea personally, no scat, no emeto, no race play, as with piss extreme gore/snuff doesn't get me off but I'll play along, no pregnancy, no fisting, no vore, no feet

I do have an ED, and I do SH, I will be okay with fetishizing these things.

As far as what I'm SUPER into... Blood, intox, petplay, dollification, priests/religion, yan4yan, t4t, CNC, fauxcest, ownership, weapons, exhibitionism!!!, somno, intox again because mmmh ~ (common post topics are italic)

Anything not on the lists is probably fine, if you wanna try it on me go for it!

Fun Facts about me now (not mandatory reading materials)

I'm pro transid/radqueer

My Meyers Briggs type is INFP

I'm a cancer, 5'8, 115 lbs, green eyes

I like House MD, all rock music, and theology (specially occult studies)

I've been smoking for 7 years and vaping for 4, yes I do sound like I swallow gravel sometimes

My front teeth are dentures

Okay that's all, go and prosper!

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[kinkmanor-too]

When are you coming back?

I am sorry for being away for so long. I needed a creative break from my posting. I found another creative outlet for a while (it rhymes with stick-stock). But that recently took a sour turn for me (I’ll get into that later).

So I think it is time to welcome you and my followers and fans back to the hedonistic delights of Kink Manor. It is time to embrace kink and sexuality and nudism/body celebration & confidence and BDSM fun once again and open the doors of Kink Manor to all the beautiful, sexy, horny folks of Tumblr.

There will be some rules and protocols that I’m going to follow for how I run Kink Manor and how I might potentially interact with you.

1) I post a wide variety of nudity, body types, sexuality & orientation, kinks, etc. I don’t intend that everything is what turns me on but much of it does. Kink Manor is open to, accepting of, celebrates and encourages just about everything. If you don’t like it, keep scrolling. You’ll find something you like. Still don’t like it? Move on and don’t return. I’m not accepting critiques or discussions of content. This is my world and I am The Lord ‘O the Manor and what I say/do is the law. Anger or frustrate me and you’ll be banned.

2) I welcome submissions and I welcome DM conversations. You just might learn something about me or my personal adventures. And I hope to learn about you.

3) However, I will not respond to DM messages that start with “hi” or “hello” or any one word or one short phrase. I have seen EVERY scam and scheme on tumblr and elsewhere. I know your scripts. No…you’ll never get truly personal info from me. No…you’ll never know where I live. No…you’ll never know my real name. No…you’ll never get a true picture of my face (of my naked body or of some of my sex adventures maybe 😈). I do NOT tolerate anyone trying to play a game or run a scam.

3b) No…you’ll never get money from me: DON’T ASK. No…I’m not a submissive or a sissy or anything along those lines. Do not approach me as such. If you are a dominant (female or male) and wish to have a discussion about kink and D/s play, I’ll be happy to talk to you. But don’t try a power play on me. You’ll find out my ultimate power to block you from access to me or Kink Manor.

3c) NO. I will not go to any other platform, WhatsApp, telegram, zangi, Gtalk/Google workspace, FaceTime, whatever to talk with you. If you don’t want to chat on tumblr DM, don’t message me.

3d) No, I’m not going to buy your content. This is pretty simple and straightforward. Please don’t ask. I have absolutely nothing against you trying to earn money (or even a living) as a sex worker and selling pics, videos, and more. If you can make it work, that is great. For me, personally, I can find more than my fill of freely available content. So I will always decline to buy your content.

3e) No, I do not meet up with someone I just met on tumblr. And No, I won’t pay for sex. Tumblr is not a dating or a hook up app. Please don’t use it as such. I’m not looking for anything here other than blogs that have content that either gets me off or that I can use as a post for Kink Manor.

4) You are welcome and encouraged to reblog from Kink Manor. I love that acknowledgement of what I do here. DO NOT REBLOG AND REMOVE MY CAPTION! If you reblog and remove my caption, I will not follow your blog. You’re free to go find some other reblog of the content from someone else’s blog but do not remove my captions.

5) I do not tolerate smoking, vaping, or drug use in my real life and I will not post anything that includes those activities. Also I won’t follow your blog and I may block your blog. I’ve seen too many lives destroyed by those things and I won’t give a voice to them here.

6) You don’t want your content on my blog. That is ok. I totally understand. But be polite. Send me a DM message asking for a post to be removed. Include a link to the post you want removed and I’ll take care of it. Be rude or an asshole about it and it may go a way that you do not intend. Remember this is my world and I will react according to the demeanor of my guests.

All of that being said…

Welcome back to Kink Manor. Take off your clothes, get comfortable, and let your fantasies fly free. I’m thankful for all of you who visit, follow, like, and reblog. 😈🔥🔥

[rainybnuuy]

Do you have any tips for writing a high support needs autistic character well?

So I will do my best to explain as I am not the best at doing this but I will speak from my own experience and those of a few friends

1. ADLs and IADLs this is something the higher support individuals usually have issues with, so someone who is driving and living alone full time more than likely isn't HSN.

2. Determine the Verbal level of an individual. Whether they are Hyper Verbal, Semi Verbal or Non Verbal (And please don't use Verbal Shut Down and Call It Non Verbal) will effect how the individual communicates.

3. On to point 2, learn about different means of AAC if individual will be using it, and how communication works with it. For an example AAC users do get talked over or people angry at times due to them needing time to type stuff out.

4. Figure out person's living arrangement, do they live in a group home like my friend, an assisted living facility, or with family like I do. Each of these will explain how the individuals day to day life will be like

5. Ask yourself if they will have an Intellectual Disability. Yes a large portion of Autistic individuals have intellectual disabilities, and honestly I get tired of seeing every single one in media being like a Human Computer which is actually super rare

6. Find out what causes them over stimuluation, is it noise or lights very common, maybe they need nosie cancelling headphones in public, or sun glasses due to light sensitive.

7. Don't be afraid to make them an adult. If the character is an adult, Please Don't infantilize them. (You can have others in the story do that as it happens IRL) While I do like Blue and Plushies, I also Vape myself. Some HSN individuals drink, smoke weed or look at porn. We are not babies in adult bodies either.

Example of Infantilization is my caretaker was once told that why am I vaping when I am basically a child when I am an Adult or legal age to Vape (Don't want to argue on Vaping I know it's bad) and them shocked when my caretaker said you know they are an Adult.

I don't know much else to say as each person is greatly different so I thought I would point out some of the flaws people make when making a character with Autism. Sorry if not answered best but this is all I could think to help.

[altercrafting]

are your requests open? if so could i please get an alter pack of revivebur with a lot of transids? any mod can do this and you have full creative freedom, do absolutely whatever!

names :

wysp . esme . lucien . xavier . cyrus . ash . ashyr . wren . caelus . reo . vixen . xandyr . wyvern . micha . bandaid . powdyr . soleil . wynn . vivendel . vivian . quinn . theodore

pronouns :

he/him . xe/xyrm . boom/bang . ly/ligh/light . shyr/hyr . re/riem . sae/saem . tnt/tnts . smoke/smokes . chi/caine . hye/heyrn . bloom/blossoms . bon/bone . stitch/stitches

genders :

anatoheartaesic . corpseraised . cariadore . patheticfreak . boyfreak . necroboy

age :

cis 23 . trans 17

terms :

masc . fem . undead . nonhuman

titles :

one who got revived . prn who survived the train station . prn who couldn't stay dead . the one who rots . the exploded zombie

orientations :

grey panromantic . man loving man

transIDs :

Forced Pet . Fult Leader . President . Smoker (worse) . Cedar scent . Red brown eyes . White pupils . Black blood . Crow wings . Sex addict . Drug addict . Sex worker (stripper, cam, chat room, phone) . American . Weapons expert . Genderflux . Plural (osdd) . Groomed . Fangs . Mobility aid (wheelchair, cane) . Exploited . Hard of hearing (partially deaf in right ear) . Scars (worse) . Npd . Autism

cisIDs :

Smoker . Musician . Politician . Father . BPD . Hypersexual . ADHD

sourceIDs :

suicide bomber . drug dealer . war general . british

paras & kink :

zoo sadism . map4aam . necro . bondage . pain play . air play . impact play . pet play . pillow princess, bratty bottom

species :

revived human / undead human / zombiefied human

kin/therian/etc :

wolfkin . godkin . ficitionkin . dog therian (Irish setter)

roles :

denial holder . hypersexuality holder . persecutor . bpd experiencer

likes :

black tea . vaping . explosive weapons . reading . rolling cigarettes . red wine . city lights

dislikes :

burnt hair . ravens . 50s music . matchbooks . syscourse

aesthetic :

alternative . chaoscore . punk

fashion style :

grunge . folk punk . y2k alt

typing quirk :

replaces o with 0, e with 3 and a with 4. example: h3ll0 y0u bitch, y0u st4nk..

[Blank]claims :

[angelvibes0320]

16.06.2025

day 2 in hospital,

i woke up around 4:40 am unable to sleep, anxious for my weigh in. at around 7 they we!ghed me and then at 8 i had to eat breakfast under nurse supervision. they checked my vitals for the first time of the day (they are “soft” according to the nurses which is why i have to get them checked 4x daily) and i just sat by the window facing the river colouring on my ipad and reading girl, interrupted.

after i ate breakfast i took a 2 hour nap on the couch in the tv room, today i got to get away without having to eat snacks on top of my meals. they make u eat way too much and it’s physically uncomfortable even with the domparidone (med that makes u feel less full).

soon after my nap it was already time for lunch, this time it was harder for me. i cried and tried to refuse to eat but the nurses wouldn’t let down. and i know it’s food or ensure or the tube and the tube just makes my stay longer so there’s really no benefit/point in that unless i get to a point where i seriously cannot take in that much f00d. so yea the nurse had to sit with me while i 4te and tried to support me which was really sweet but fucking keeping their eyes on me makes it harder for me to sneak the food into the trash or down my sleeves.

after lunch i took another nap, i find a get really sleepy when im in the refeeding process. it’s okay tho id rather sleep then sit with the feeling of fullness it makes me want to crawl out of my skin i genuinely hate it here. so i slept a total of 4 hours during the day and 5 throughout the night. nobody visited today and that was at my request, i was too tired. i spent some time on the balcony watching the sun shine and the cars drive back and forth on one of the city bridges. at the hospital we aren’t supposed to vape so i have a nic stick type device that i use on the balcony although i have my vape hidden in my room lol. in this mundane hospital i had to have dinner by 5 pm, this was also difficult for me. i feel so out of control because i quite literally have no control over my food intake anymore and im so scared to gain w3!ght but i know i can lose it easily once im out. im not here voluntarily im here against my will. the nurses cheering me on for eating my food doesnt actually help me at all, like thanks for cheering me on for something im being forced to do lmfao.

i finally spoke to the dietitian and she said that the next day we will speak further into details about my issues and whatnot and the d!3t plan.

i spent the evening on facetime with my boyfriend, watching the sun set over the downtown city view. we played 8ball over the phone and talked about our days. i also got to facetime my mom before bed as well. my family and loved ones have been very supportive throughout this time of my life which i appreciate very much. i went to bed around 11pm, i was super sleepy and my body needed rest. it was a chill and calm day for me in hospital.

<3

[tryingdoesnthurt]

6 - 24/05/2025

wieiad — 1.62

breakfast (7:00am): oatmeal with hazelnut greek yogurt, blueberries and one apple; two coffees

morning snack (10:00am): coconut greek yogurt

lunch (1:45pm): pasta with amatriciana sauce

afternoon snack (5:00pm): ice cream sandwich; one coffee

dinner (6:30pm): toasts with turkey ham, salad and tomatoes

post-dinner (9:20pm): a banana

[B/P - L - D - E - SH]

[cigarettes: 15] [vape: 130 drags] [pouches: 1]

[TIPs: 1] [TAB: no]

random pics i was able to take

daily log

my gf tried to photobomb my breakfast pic with her finger. i am in love w her

today i woke up at 4:30am hungry asf, so i ate cookies (quite a bit) and when i had breakfast i got nauseous / too full / very uncomfortable (i purged. mostly cus of the cookies and not. the breakfast in itself. anyway)

i felt brave so i tried to post random things on another acc. it gave me so much anxiety i had to do the TIP. fuck this. i'm so comfortable talking here w y'all and on that other one i can barely function :( i hate that a lot <– almost threw up from the anxiety but luckily didn't and felt better after lunch

I slept like, three hours in the afternoon, and tried an ice cream sandwich with vanilla and pistachio ice cream !! i liked it a lot !! i'm not the biggest fan of ice cream sandwiches but that's cus of elementary school (they only had one type and i didn't like it so i have prejudices lmao)

had dinner early cus my gf had to go to work. i miss her dkajsnsn but !! i'm excited to work on her gift for our anniversary !! it's in about one month and i still have a lot to do but i will do my best !! i care so much about her and i need to show it with all i got ,,,,, i hope she will like what i have in mind. i hope i can stay with her all my life

night !! :D