#i use drugs / for harder drugs tbh

[monster42069]

Getting a good hit of indica that’s a little stronger than vapes I had last time after I ran out of my indica is Hallelujah Praise The LORD and that kid with ADHD

[gltzgghln]

anton tries some of circu's medicinal dexberries recreationally. it does Not go as planned

script tl:

first panel: "Ahaha omg I'm gonna try some of Circu's dexberries--I'm gonna see the hat people."

second panel: "NOM"

fourth panel: "sniff sniff"

[cillian-gets-me-wetter]

never lose me - rafe cameron x toxic ex!fem reader (headcanons)

a/n: a lot of the rafe fics i’ve seen are that the reader is kind of a pushover and i can’t help but think like GIRL STAND UPPP so decided to switch it up a bit ;) also this is my first set of headcanons 💕💖

warnings: toxic behavior (def don’t do any of this y’all), mentions of drug use, mentions of sex, mentions of face slapping (consensual ofc), strong language, read at your own discretion

disclaimer: this is for fictional purposes only. do not copy or claim my work as your own. comments, reblogs and constructive feedback are appreciated!!

masterlist

- being a bitch to everyone but him >>

- has her father’s temper

- radiates jennifer check, maxine minx and love quinn energy

- the embodiment of that one audio, “um.. i hate that you can’t see my damn jewelry with this fucking shirt on!”

- cherry themed everything (rolling papers, lighters, etc.)

- a bit of slob (it gets on his nervesss)

- “you know.. if you knew i was coming over then maybe you could have put your clothes away..”

- “god, i’ll clean later, stop your bitching.”

- being the only person who gets free weed from him

- y’all can’t leave each other aloneee (tbh real)

- giving you his jacket whenever you were cold

- stalking his social media accounts (he does the same to you)

- “so who’s aria?”

- “nobody. stop looking through my fucking instagram.”

- doesn’t put up with his shit

- “you aren’t going to do shit, country club. shut the fuck up.”

- literally that one tweet, “me and my girl don’t argue. she tell me to shut up and i do”

- he pays for AND helps picks out the color of your nails

- making sure you send a pic of them to him after they’re done

- sending each other nudes whenever you both were busy

- jealousy rushes through you whenever girls surround him at parties

- “i swear, if one of those touron bitches looks at you again, i’m gouging her fucking eyes out.”

- “they’re just looking at me. fucking chill.”

- checking his location 24/7

- rearranging your guts whenever you had an attitude with him

- “are you going to drop the fucking attitude? or do i need to fuck it out of you?”

- number 2 was always the chosen answer for that question

- matching his energy during sex (if he slapped you, you slapped him back a bit harder).

- always leaving with him at the end of a night out

- ending up in his bed more than your own

- adjusts your septum piercing for you whenever it was sideways (literally so specific but this is so hot to me idc)

- still wearing the promise ring he gave you when you both dated

- “you still have that fucking thing?”

- “yeah.. i never plan to take it off so get used it.”

- not judging each other despite whatever you have gone through or choices you both have made

- you being the only one he can cry in front of and seek out for comfort

- you both being wrapped around each other’s fingers

[renthony]

Also Silco explicitly uses shimmer as a medication for his disability, so, like. People who want to paint him as some sort of one-note mustache-twirling supervillain who's pushing Non-Specific Evil Drugs are exhausting to me.

He's a user. He is self-medicating with shimmer the same way half the undercity is. That doesn't mean that shimmer can't have awful effects, but the "drugs evil" mindset so many people bring to this show is so frustrating to me. The show and the fandom don't really seem to understand how drugs and drug dealing actually work in the real world.

Tbh, if you've never bought drugs off a street dealer so you could keep yourself going for another day, your analysis of Arcane is going to fundamentally clash with mine, I think. If you exclusively get your weed from an Apple store dispensary, if you've never been around people who actually use harder drugs, if you don't have any experience with addiction, your perspective is already different than mine.

[misserabella]

hii<3 idk if its okay to request a story based on a song, but if yes then can i request sth w javier pena based on slow down by chase atlantic? if not thats also okay <3

a/n; yeah ofc!!! love chase atlantic tbh

slow down.

javier peña x fem! reader

cw; 18+ content, minors dni!, dirty talking, mentions of drugs, drug use (not specified, but you can think about weed), alcohol consumption, harsh rough sex, praising, multiple orgasms, unprotected piv sex (guys wrap it before you tap it ffs), cream pie, oral sex (r receiving)…

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!

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you rolled your eyes when you saw him take the empty spot beside you at the bar, javier peña, the protagonist of all your nightmares. you took a harsh swing of your drink when you noticed his staring, and his sly smirk.

you sighed, turning to face him. “tell me what it is you wanna know now…” he smiled harder.

“finish up the bottle then we'll go, babe.” he winked, and you arched your eyebrows.

“that serious huh?” he shrugged.

“serious business need to take place in serious places.”

you took a glance at the bottle that you were draining your sorrows and stress in.

“won't you have a little?" you inquired, and he shook his head no.

“no way." you squinted your eyes. weird. that was until you noticed the red on his eyes, and everything made sense. not again.

“there’s no way you’re dragging me into it again, javi. i'm too phased and it's too late.” you said, and he smirked, one of his hands landed on your thigh, making you sigh at the warmth of his touch. your skin grew in goosebumps. “it was a mistake. i don’t want you running away from all this shit all over again when you come down from whatever you’re into.”

“but coming down is all i do babe…” he whispered in your ear. “don’t you remember it? you tasted so sweet, were so wet for me…” you shivered when his touch moves upwards, shooting electric shocks throughout your whole body. “i'll show you again how good it felt if you let me, pretty girl…”

you looked into his eyes, and even though you knew it was a mistake, the alcohol was too loud on your veins to let you hear the alarms blaring inside your mind. you took the bottle with you, and he paid for it, not caring about the money as long as he could take you home.

back to where you’d always belonged.

-

“look at you, buried in the pillow trying to not wake up the neighbors? sweet girl, you’re too loud to even try…” he chuckled, fucking into you harder, making your legs wobble as he held you up by your hips, giving you back shots. “so eager…” he grunted, seeing how needly you fucked yourself back onto his cock. you’d already cum two times, and a white ring of your arousal was decorating his base. you were in need of another one, of him to fuck you senseless and dumb, to fuck away the thoughts from your head and the feeling from your heart. “shh, baby, slow down… i’m not going anywhere, why so needy, hm?” you moaned.

“shut the fuck up.” he chuckled at your hiss, fucking you harder and making you choke.

“such a filthy mouth, you always bite back don’t you? should i teach you some manners, hm? should i put you on your place?”

you were burning up. all you could see was red.

“fuck me like you mean it." you said and he grunted. "okay"

it's two-faced, this unspoken feelings you two never let it show. maybe it was too late to even make it known.

you felt like floating but your heart was heavy, and his dick was reaching so deep it was almost punching the words out of your guts. his thrusts were harsh and merciless, hitting your soft spot over and over again, making you moan and cry out his name.

“fuck. you drive me insane.” he moaned, fucking into you with need. “can’t take you out of my fucking mind since that night… always got me on some shit to forget how you feel.” you moaned, your heart beating faster in your chest. “so fucking tight and wet, shit…” he grunted and you were babbling.

“shit javier, harder…” you begged and his hands were tugging from your hips as he groaned, snapping his hips harder against you, his balls slapping against your clit with every new thrust. he was smirking, ‘cause fuck, even if he had told you to slow down, there you were, begging for more, arching your back for him so he could get deeper, fill you up to the brim.

“aw, that’s it, that’s all my pretty girl wanted hm? to get a little bit rough with her?” you whimpered.

“yes, yes, fuck!” he was hitting your g spot non-stop, making you feel like no one had ever before.

maybe that’s why you always ran before you could get hooked up on it. this love, his touch, his words, his eyes… there was all a drug that you couldn’t allow to get yourself into. but you couldn’t help to fall every time he would come closer, whisper just the right things to you and touch you were you needed it the most.

you let out a surprised gasp when he slipped out and turned you on your back, pinning you to the bed with a hand around your neck before plunging right back in.

you moaned and he grunted, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as he started to fuck you once again.

“much better, fuck. look at you. taking my cock so good. looking so good with me balls deep into your cunt, baby.” you moaned, your head feeling fuzzy as your stomach warm. you were getting close, and it was coming too fast and too strong. “wanna have you like this all the time, shit. want you so bad…” he groaned.

“javi…” your voice was broken, your lips swollen due to his kisses. “i’m gonna cum…” you cried out.

“you gonna cum, princess? gonna soak my cock?” you nodded, moaning, already a mess, tears staining your cheeks as his dick leaked inside of you. god, you were getting so tight. you couldn’t help but scream when his fingers met your clit, rubbing it in delirious quick and fast circles. “so fucking tight, you’re gonna milk my cock, fuck.” he grunted, his thrust harsh and quick to get you there.

you were falling apart.

“fuck, javi, i’m…!” you couldn’t even finish what you were saying before it hit you. waves of hot and heavy pleasure that made your walls flutters and your cum drip down his cock onto a white ring on his base. “fuck!” you cried out, and he was moaning in your ear, hips stuttering. just the sight of you falling apart in front of him, of your cunt warming up while getting tighter and wetter…

shit.

“i’m gonna cum, baby. fuck. where?” he inquired and your legs surrounded his hips, pushing him closer. deeper.

“inside, javi, cum inside.” you begged, riding out your orgasm, which only seemed to get higher, ending on a second one when you felt it; hot spurts of creamy pearly cum filling you up and painting your walls in white. he grunted, moaned, even whined as he pumped you full of him, helping you through your own high by rubbing your clit and playing with your breasts. when you two came down, he was sucking on your nipples, breath ragged and hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat decorating his skin. you let out a little whine when he pulled out, watching his cum leak from your abused cunt.

you watched as well, and with a whimper you tugged on his hair, and he found your lips, stealing your breath away.

you looked into his eyes as you leaned back, a string of spit joining your mouths.

“javi…” you muttered, a frown on your face.

“yeah, gorgeous?” he inquired, a smirk on his face as he slowly started to get lower with his kisses. down your chest… your stomach…

“what are you doing?” you inquired him, and now he was kissing your inner thighs, making tou twitch and your cunt to start throbbing again.

“going down.” he gave you a wink and you sighed, rolling your eyes.

but those actions repeated themselves in a total different situation and meaning when his tongue was buried deep into your pussy and he was making you moan once again.

you were always running from him, from this. but maybe you could slow down. and enjoy the ride.

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pedro pascal masterlist! <3

xxx

[striderl]

Does Polaroid need to use multivitamins or nutritional tablets? Well, you know, the human body always needs a large amount of Vitamins and nutrients every day to ensure stable functioning. Vitamin deficiency will cause inflammatory diseases and musculoskeletal degeneration. Every day I have to use about 7 different vitamins, so I'm quite curious about half-machine bodies

Holy, that’s a lot of vitamins you are taking each day, are you even eating anything? I’m concerned because I don’t take vitamins, and I never experienced vitamin deficiency before.

Talking about Polaroid’s nutrient problem…TBH, he had been underweight since the war started, and scavenging for food was a tough task for him. As a person with a height of 6’1” (1.85 m), he was only 170 lb, not to mention the fact that over 2/3 of his weight comes from his metal prosthetics. And now he can only ingest liquids, which makes gaining weight or getting enough nutrients each day an even harder task for him.

Sometimes he would drink vegetable smoothies but he absolutely abhorred the feeling of smoothies passing his throat. Alternatively, he felt slightly revolted every time he took the tablets because he bet he looked like a literal drug addict when he had to crush the tablets into powder, mix them into liquids, and drink them. But for the sake of his health and not to experience Sawmus forcing something down his throat, he decided to switch things up a bit. Taking smoothies sometimes, and having tablets for the rest.

Foley: [Oh really? I thought most humans loved something that's called ... a Boba tea?] Polaroid: [THIS IS DIFFERENT!]

[lailoken]

ok this is prolly a Dumbass question. but a lot of witchcraft ppl seem to use plants like datura, belladona, aconite, for their psychoactive properties in witchcraft- Are there any witchcraft people that just skip the whole plant foraging/gardening/obtaining bit and decide to just do shrooms or acid, or benadryl/dph i guess if one happens to just like deleriants? dph is rlly bad for health (is so bad) but tbh so is datura,.. though dph you can usually get at a convenince store. Or is it not considered spiritual if it’s a synthetic?

(I dont mean this to be offensive btw i think occult things r cool and im faded than a hoe rn. Coolio blog)

I'm sure there are practitioners who attempt to undergo Poison Path work using only synthetic drugs, but I don't really know anything about that, and so I can't speak to it very well.

I do, however, believe that working with the spirits of plants is at least as important to the process of such work as the psychoactive effects. I can grasp working with the spirit of Belladonna, but I have a much harder time envisioning myself trying to work with the spirit of a drugstore antihistamine. I also believe it's meaningful that many entheogenic plants (such as ones you listed here, including Psilocybin Mushrooms) have a longstanding traditional record of religious/cultic usage by initiated masters in their respective cultures. For these reasons, among others, I would not consider using synthetic, storebought drugs.

I also think there is a big difference between someone who messes around with party drugs and likes the idea of trying to get a bit spiritual with it, and someone who conscientiously dedicates themselves to Poison Path work. Altered brain chemistry can help the mind to see past certain filters and preconceptions, and it can also help one to look inward, but if there isn't a thoughtful, purposeful, and spiritual framework behind using an entheogenic substance, then it seems likely that it's mostly about getting high.

Finally, I want to add that, while substances such as datura are definitely dangerous, they are often used with far more reverence, caution, and frugality when approached by a serious practitioner. My husband is Oathbound to the Tutelary Spirit of Datura, but only once, under extraordinary circumstances, has that included using the plant entheogenically. He undertook the ritual with fearful respect and the utmost care, and it was an extremely meaningful experience for him, but it's not one he's likely to undertake again anytime soon. As he puts it, "She is a harsh teacher." I think part of the reason so many of these plants (particularly poisonous varieties of Ranunculaceae and Solanacea) are as harsh as they are is because they demand commitment and humility (along with self-defense, of course), which is why you pretty much hear only horror stories from most folks who attempt to use such substances lightly.

[studentbyday]

oops! i did it again. lessons from this school year...

Hey, you remember that post I made about my winter term priorities? HAHAHAHAHahaha ha ha. That plan totally went to shit, but it's all part of the journey, right? 😅 (Tbh, it's quite difficult to make a conscious effort to change yourself when the default response to being and feeling busy is to go on autopilot -> all the unconscious habits, even if unhealthy, take control, and bc it's unconscious, you don't realize it until it gets quite bad! anyway! no more! my future plans make it so this will be impossible to do while still retaining some sense of sanity. so to prep, we're gonna slowly implement little changes so hopefully it's not so overwhelming that i give up)

🧘🏻‍♀️ comparing mindsets in fall and winter term

Fall term was not that bad bc I had 2 STEM subjects I really really loved and was interested in (biochem and mol bio 💕), and despite their difficulty, that love and interest and the feeling that "I am in the right field for me" kept me positive. There were times I thought I would feel burnout symptoms if I wasn't careful, but I really think that positivity protected me from the worst of it.

Winter term, however...I had one favorite subject: moral philosophy, which led to me wistfully dreaming about an AU in which I double majored in philosophy and piano performance, lol. After the highs of biochem and mol bio and the natural ease with which the bits of info flowed together in those subjects, I did not enjoy pharmacology or the 2nd half of psyc as much -> loss of interest -> negativity and feeling like I'm in the wrong field bc how dare I not like pharmacology (or psychology) as much as the other life science-y subjects when it's really so important for us to survive and thrive! 😅 I mean, there were times I could get that spark from pharmacology or psyc, but it wasn't often enough or intense enough to keep me consistently inspired throughout the semester. The feeling of "maybe I don't have what it takes and I'm in the wrong field" was compounded by the re-realization that there's sm to know of bioinformatics and I struggle to know any of it! Persevering is important, but it's harder to persevere with a negative mindset.

😤 what went wrong this school year and what i learned from it

I still struggle with perfectionism (and bc of it, procrastination). While it might not be as bad as it was in high school, I still spent too long on assignments that weren't worth much and during finals season, was so scared of getting less than 90% just to keep up my A+ streak. Like, I'm pretty sure no one who cares to know your GPA cares about whether you have an A+ streak or not. I have too high a threshold for what is a "disappointing" grade. I also struggle with deep regret about how I haven't mastered everything they throw at us in each course... definitely an unrealistic expectation, especially as the proportion of new info to absorb increases with each course. I did what I could using what I knew to do, so it is what it is. I may find ways to make improvements and learn more, but I won't beat myself up for not having known to do those things in the past.

Did not use effective study methods. Since first year, my problem has been keeping up with the readings and my solution has been to just use typed outline notes. It worked for the first few years when it was mostly review from previous courses with a few new concepts in between. But as I progress through my degree, the proportion of completely new info is increasing. This notetaking method won't work anymore bc it just causes cognitive overload, especially during exam season (when I've mostly forgotten the details of everything that isn't smth I've already known for years). E.g. for pharmacology, I got so bogged down by the details of all the drug classes that I didn't see the big picture and so didn't organize the info according to it. This made it hard to see patterns and better chunk the info. I was so stressed during finals season bc of this (and the sheer amount of notes that I had to read for psyc 😭). What makes it feel like even more of a problem is that the cognitive overload problem from my notetaking method has been a thing for all other uni courses thus far, it's just that pharmacology was the first time I needed to create a stronger connecting thread between the otherwise disparate pieces of info (drug classes). In all other courses, that thread was part of the nature of the topic being studied so I eventually understood it as I kept going and mentally re-organized it in my brain...but even then it was hodge-podge and so my depth of mastery was and is so flimsy, and every semester I leave feeling drained and like I wasted the opportunity to maximize my learning. (How dramatic I get about this is also probably tied to my perfectionism, but I still think it would greatly benefit future me to change my notetaking style.)

🎓 advice for future me

Look at the academic calendar, specifically the faculty course descriptions. Look at how many hours they say you should expect to spend on each activity in the course. Try to use those learning hours as a guide for your schedule so that you don't spend too long on an item that isn't worth much. If there isn't such a breakdown, assume one based on whatever they give you or other courses and adjust from there.

Be a more efficient reader by skimming the text first so you can map the flow of info in a way that best creates ease of understanding/synthesis/memory (e.g. via an outline, tree diagram, flowchart, mind map, or simple drawings - and noticing when a list/outline will NOT be helpful bc it'll just be too overwhelming and not easy to compare/contrast info and see patterns). I knowww you've survived thus far without doing it this way and done well, BUT with this many courses, the increasing complexity of each subject, and the overload of info in each, you WILL need to do this to make quicker work of the readings, save you sooo much stress during exam seasons, and improve how much you learn while in school which is the real goal you've wanted to achieve all this time. Don't repeat the mistake you made in pharmacology. And it really doesn't have to be aesthetic and you definitely should NOT get caught up with it if you really wanna learn. You could just use one color for everything and a highlighter and just basic shapes/lines - that alone can be way more effective than boring paragraphs/lists or a colorful, overly complex diagram that'll just distract you from the main point.

Create a realistic daily routine (wake-up and sleep times, start and end times for schoolwork) and be strict about following it. Set your non-negotiables for personal goals to keep up with alongside your schoolwork bc academics aren't everything. Remember how you regretted not devoting more time to extra-curriculars and other skills in high school which would've rounded you out as a person. You can try theming the parts of the day so that you don't have to think about what task you should do first after study breaks and keep up the momentum (e.g. mornings for readings and notes, afternoons for active recall/homework). Then you can live the rest of the day after school as structured or unstructured as you wish. If this strategy doesn't work for you, you don't have to use it.

Take advantage of interleaving so you don't get bored. Whether by following the theming strategy or just switching subjects every hour, idc if you aren't done yet, you better switch bc the second consecutive hour of the same thing is never as effective as the first.

[britcision]

My brain keeps giving me the dumbest half-baked Mithrun thoughts and I’m fucking loving it he’s so self contained

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Brain: wait the Canaries’ whole thing is that they’re each super specialized in their field of magic Solely For Dungeon and Mithrun is the teleportation specialist, why did they fly-

Me: his fucking sense of direction. He’d kill them both and can’t be trusted. Now QUICK, who the fuck made them the scroll?

Mithrun’s got a homework duty of making matching scroll sets on his downtime

OR

They’re standard Canary gear - Mithrun just doesn’t carry his squad’s because he doesn’t care

OR

They had to go tell another squad they lost their fucking captain please can we borrow your teleporter

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Brain: man when you think about it “I wish I hadn’t joined the Canaries” is an incredibly basic wish compared to Thistle’s whole mess

Me: This is probably why the demon decided he was a weak ass bitch and spat him out unfinished when it couldn’t gather enough power from him to go critical

(And was murdered by Milsiril and co, wonder what they were doing for 5 years while Mithrun was the dungeon lord. Hopefully they left and came back with reinforcements… they were the same squad)

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For bonus points: Mithrun’s family is known for silver hair and eyes, which his older brother lacks.

Mithrun is definitively his mother’s child, and has those traits. He’s the bastard, so he could not have gotten them from his brother’s father.

3 options in ascending order of unhingedness:

1) it’s the mother’s side that are known for the silver hair and eyes. Unlikely, unless the father carried his older brother since assuming infidelity means it must be the sire in question, not the parent who carried the baby.

It’s harder to fake who a baby came out of, he’d be “swapped at birth”, not a bastard

2) Mithrun’s mother cheated with a member of her husband’s family (known for their hair and eyes). More likely, best option, the normal one.

3) both sides of the family are known for silver hair and eyes. Charitably, this is a fun coincidence. Uncharitably, they’re European royalty (prone to marrying cousins)

Statistically speaking 2 is probably the one but there’s mileage to get real fucked up and frankly, precedent among nobility for 3

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Also, Fleki likes to do drugs and use her magic in her off hours and the convicts can’t use magic without their warden’s permission

(wording unspecific but the direct quote until I get the official translation is “the convicts are unable to use magic without permission from their warden”, singular - each warden gets two specific convicts, which would imply that only that warden can give them permission

It’s not unreasonable to assume their captain or other wardens on the same team could give them permission if their warden dies, so that’s my head canon but it cannot be supported definitively by the text)

The point being:

Fleki’s texting someone for permission to go flying after she gets high and the boring version is Mithrun’s given her blanket permission to use her magic how she wants one time and it doesn’t need reupping

(Also possible that since familiar stuff isn’t specifically combat magic, she’s on a longer leash than Cithis or Lycion - but she can still fuck people up as needed)

The fun version is Fleki texting Pattadol at whatever hour she’s successfully acquired her shrooms and just bugging her until Pattadol gives in and tells her to go for it

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This is what my brain does at 3am instead of sleeping so like enjoy that

It’s possible my ADHD meds aren’t working as well as I thought tbh

[ghuleh-recs]

Violence & Gentleness by @anamelessfool

You made me forget myself…I thought I was someone else, someone good… LATE OCTOBER 1979 Primo has his work cut out for him as the bodyguard of the beautiful and fearsome Mater Emerita Jocasta. As mystery after mystery unfolds, it becomes harder to remain a honest man in this den of thieves called the Ministry.

(Thank you in advance for humoring me whilst I scream at the top of my lungs into the abyss about this wonderful fanfic under the cut.)

@anamelessfool is creating something really special here. Her writing style is cinematic and engaging as she weaves a mystery set in the late 70s featuring a VERY dreamy Primo before he becomes Papa. He is bodyguard and lover to the incredibly cool Papessa OC, Mater Emerita Jocasta. Fool’s world building and lore are so creative without being intimidating or dense. This story is set in her wonderful Void AU but can easily be read as a standalone.

Papa-enjoyers will lose their fucking minds over Primo and all of his kid brothers. We’ve got sullen troublemaker teen Terzo (who just needs a hug tbh). We’ve got capable prodigy eager-to-prove-himself Secondo. WE HAVE THE CUTEST TODDLER COPIA THAT HAS EVER BEEN WRITTEN. Truly. You are not prepared for how much you’ll love him. And finally we’ve got a hilarious deadbeat hippie dad Nihil who definitely experimented with too many psychedelic drugs in the sixties.

I know many of us read fan fiction for horny reasons—whether it be ghoul-on-ghoul or papa-on-you—but I triple dog dare you to broaden your horizons for just a moment and check this one out.

A quick excerpt from one of my favorite scenes before you go:

Nihil stretched his face out into a wide, rubbery mask of enthusiasm. “Primo! Ah! Far out! Congratulations….” The stark white Infernal Eye shone in its socket. “He looks just like Jocasta! My grandson…”

“No, that's not— I'm not going to even…” Primo paused and threw his father a polite smile. He added that moment to the pile of evidence that suggested that either the Papa Emeritus Ritual or the Sixties scrambled the man's brain.

“Edelweiss Ghoul and I found him in the location the Conclave uncovered. His father was—” The image of the splattered wall shot through his mind. The dummy-like hands and splayed feet. Primo swallowed. “We think his father was killed.”

“Terrible! That's terrible, man!” Nihil’s face morphed again.

“He's yours now, right? So still my grandson.”

“We're only taking care of him until I find his family,” said Primo.

“We? Did you say “we?”” Terzo padded forward to stand a foot away from Copia on Primo’s knee. His expression was inscrutable.

“Yes, ‘we’,” Primo insisted. Copia started to kick in his lap and he brought the child down to the floor. “All of us. Need to take care of him. He doesn't have anyone else. Copia, this is Terzo.”

Copia flashed Terzo his furious little face. Terzo blanched, then stared right back. “What did I do to you, eh? Ragazzone?”

“Does he not speak?” From his seat at the window Secondo had a curious small smile hovering on his lips. He held his hands out to the child. Copia glanced back at Primo.

“Not really. Go on, Copia, that's Secondo.”

Secondo somehow brought the child into his lap and opened the book again. Right away Copia settled in and stared at the pages, his eyes wide with curiosity. Primo felt a shift in himself that he hadn’t experienced in a few days: he started to feel relaxed. As he watched his younger brother tend to the child with thoughtful muttering and an imperceptible smile he fell back a little on the couch. It was going to be okay.

You can read the rest here.

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[trensu]

I wish there was more steddie time travel fics. Where steddie travels back all the way to season one. Maybe both or one of them. Actually both because the comedic potential. Like Steve and Eddie trying to change things and save the day. And anyone who sees them sneaking around thinks they are in a secret gay relationship. Nancy has this whole theory that her boyfriend is gay and sneaking off with Eddie Munson. Reason why he's being distant and hiding things. And on one hand she's not wrong, because steddie has so much unresolved sexual tension that one is oblivious to and the other is to afriad to admit to. But on the other hand is she way way off.

okay tbh, as great as that would be, i don't think everyone would immediately jump to the gay thing. if this is during steve's kingly days, he's got enough sway and popularity that people would bend over backwards to prove he's a Normal Straight American Boy.

what i think would be more likely, considering he throws those parties and is a good athlete, people would assume he's either developing an addiction on something OR taking steroids. nancy would be SO worried about it because omg steve, do you know what drugs do to your brain? how are you going to get into college if you keep doing that stuff??

meanwhile, steve is touched by her concern and also like...just going along with it? What is he supposed to do? That explanation makes WAY more sense than the whole Upside Down nonsense that they're trying to prevent. So now you've got Steve--who can do a mean kegstand but has literally never even considered doing anything harder than that because DUH the hard stuff would fuck up his body and he's an ATHLETE--trying to pretend he's got to get his Drugs so he has to cancel his plans with Nancy and go see Eddie RIGHT NOW. Because of Drugs. No other reason.

But we all know Nancy is a stubborn bastard (affectionate), so she'd definitely use her investigative skills to find out more. She'd track down this Eddie Munson guy and give him a piece of her mind. Now, this Nancy is still pretty mild and is lacking guns because the UD stuff hasn't hit her yet, but Eddie remembers with crystal clarity his Nancy and her weapons proficiency and reacts to past Nancy accordingly. As in, he immediately apologizes for anything and everything and promises not to do it again, please don't hurt him.

Now Nancy is confused as to why this big bad leather and chain wearing drug dealer is practically cowering before her. She starts to suspect other stuff is going on because the pieces aren't adding up. Eventually she figures out what's happening and joins Steve and Eddie because while they're both creative and skilled in their own ways, they're not really that great at the actual investigating bit of the plan-making process.

It's only then, when she's spending more time with the two of them together, does she start to catch on to the way Eddie looks at Steve. She remembers the rumors that go around about Eddie, so she's not too surprised because Steve is stupid hot and really good in bed, like, so good, the things that boy could do with his tongue will stay with her always. What does catch her off guard is the way Steve reacts whenever Eddie does something that edges around flirty (but still has plausible deniability). He doesn't get disgusted, he gets confused and ruminates over it. It's curious (though if nancy were honest to herself, she'd admit that she's never really understood all the romance stuff and it's never particularly appealed to her). If there were more time, she'd probably study them more.

But there are more important things happening, so she's going to leave them to deal with that mess on their own.

[isa-ah]

okay i just had a thought - you know how after you beat each dungeon in totk, the thing that's harming the region just magically disappears? it would've felt SO MUCH MORE SATISFYING to have side quests to help everyone rebuild. you kind of get that with the rito rope bridge side quest, but really that just feels more convenient for the player than anything meaningful for the people living there. like, what if every time you went back to gerudo, the town was still in ruins until you help riju fix it? if the gorons suffered withdrawal from the rancid drug meat, if sidon's dad still ailed from the sludge and needed a cure? (man i thought he was gonna die. i wish he had tbh.) and then doing these quests was the equivalent of a sage's will - by involving yourself with the people further than just beating up a monster to look for zelda, each sage is impressed and grateful enough that their avatar fights harder for you.

god youre so big brained for that. youre SO right. the magic has real world consequences, so let us clean them up! and especially for the sages will idea- thats fucking phenomenal dude. youre SO fuckin right. that would have been the perfect way to tie them in instead of just having them scattered in random nooks and crannies.

[ashalsdream]

Ok… so this is gonna be random because tbh, I’m not thinking about anything at the minute except for this. And I’ll be honest, not the best at ship hc, so I hope this works?

1. Phil’s feathers would fall out every once in a while. When this happened the first time, Forever picked up one of his feathers off the ground and they started talking about Phil’s wings. Now Forever keeps the feather and just uses it as like a good luck charm

2. When Forever was passed out from the drug antidote and was carried out and put on the bench, Phil wrapped his wing around him, simply making sure that he didn’t get cold throughout the night. Phil refused to leave his side for the rest of the night. So they slept until the next day and they moved Forever to the hospital.

3. Phil has become protective over Forever, he always has been, but especially much more since the drug ark. So if he’s around and there’s even the slightest hint of noise, Phil will outstretch one of his wings behind Forever, even if he knows he can protect himself.

4. When Phil disappeared, and when Forever woke up, Forever instantly became worried as Phil didn’t come to see him, and he could remember his voice, what he said, while he slept. He laughed the entire time with Phil, it game him something to try and think about. It became all the more prominent as an entire murder of crows flocked the Favela and even at the presidential office. They were relatively silent, and if one did speak, they would instantly be shut up by the others. Back to my point, Forever searched everywhere for Phil, even trying to talk to the crows. They looked almost sick so he didn’t push it. When Forever noticed Phil was back, he knew something was off as he sounded exhausted, even if he had been sleeping the entire time. So Forever practically became as vigilant around Phil and he was around Forever.

Honestly, I don’t know what there is to say on my end. I’ve never really looked into hc for duos, specifically ships. And Philever isn’t my top ship so it makes it all the harder (Deathduo is my first). But I hope I did this right? Never done anything like this so I hope you get my point.

YYESSS I ADORE THESE!! also totally get the ship thing, i personally see phil and missa as queer platonic partners because they have the same vibes as me and my qpp when we play minecraft LMAO

as someone who owns a bird, feathers get EVERYWHERE bro they are all over the place. Forever keeps the longest one on a necklace but every so often when Phil loses another, he keeps them all in a small jar (something that I do with my bird, its very cute)

I can absolutely see them becoming more attached to each other after the drug/disappearance arc like Forever even goes to Etoiles to ask him about it and he doesn't speak to Etoiles often he just knows they're close. It becomes more worrying when they both realise neither have heard from Phil.

I love the idea that Forever has his own crow that follows him around, they keep an eye on him and make sure he's safe so that if he's not, Phil can get there quickly. Phil doesn't want to lose him again whether thats to the drugs or to kidnapping, he refuses to lose Forever.

I also love the idea that their relationship happened because Phil refused to admit he had feelings UNTIL Forever "gave up" and started flirting and spending time with other people and Phil was like "No wait- wait no,,, come back"

[astrologicalsstuff]

12th house synastry oh my lord…

I’m not going to say that it’s doomed because it’s far from that this can make for some really successful marriages but it definitely takes work. All 12th house synastry is like surrendering, you have to be okay with undefined answers, with sacrifice and with humility. The house person definitely feels it more but that’s not without saying the planet person doesn’t feel it. This is the house of Pisces so boundaries (or lack thereof) are at play here. 12th house synastry is like, I don’t know where you end and I begin. This person could make you want to give them everything and anything like their happiness is your happiness if you can’t handle that thought you will struggle. This is “the one that got away” or “until next time scenario. Stellium are like everything in the world is pulling us together while keeping us apart. It’s all about timing but the time is never right. This person wil show you parts of yourself you thought you forgot or even suppressed. They know you without noticing it sometimes. They know exactly what to say to trigger you. Water signs work best here because it is all about nurturing the subconscious. Scorpio is probably very intense unless you have planets Nataly.

Story time:

The first guy I ever got with had cancer 12th house and I had 3 planets in his 12th🫣. To top it off the planets were sun mars and Jupiter all fire😭😭😭. When I met him he walked in like a movie scene and I just knew he was going to be significant to me. I have never felt this way with anyone else it was one of the slow-mo hair blowing in the wind moments truly unreal. We spent the day together even went to go see a movie (12th house nature) he introduced me to drugs(12th house fantasy nature) We didn’t see eachother for 6 months because we had no mutuals and then one of my friends came to town wanted to hangout with some random guy who we knew from highschool and when he left us he met up with some friends who were nearby and I saw him again. We kept running into each-other never got his contact info but ran into eachother anywhere and everywhere. Eventually I got his info and we began to see eachother but we never dated. He had two houses both next door to my closest friends in high school (this was so crazy because I went home with one of those friends that first night meeting him and thought to myself: he could be anywhere in the world, and he was probably next door) everything felt fated in some way but I think I was just delusional. I’m still confused about it tbh. I definitely had feelings for him but felt like I couldn’t tell him for some reason. Looking back at it I think things would’ve been better if I did but he just made me so nervous. We never dated but he was all of my firsts and I used to be able to feel whenever he got with smone else and it would come out later that he was getting with other people. (We were never exclusive and I asked for that) but things just kept getting harder and I felt like I couldn’t talk to him at all. He was more than comforting and kind and sensitive to my needs but he started apologizing all the time for things I didn’t care about and I responded in ways I cannot even begin to understand. Honestly 12th house synastry is so much confusion. He ghosted me tho after a year and before he left he said he wanted to be friends and continue fucking. Whatever the fuck that means because that’s kinda what we were doing anyway and then disappeared. He deleted all social media, and it was like he never existed. Honestly I talk about how much he fucked me up but I really do think he taught me a lot of good lessons as well. we were on and off a lot for that year, but something always brought us back together and it was always something super random. One time I was hanging out with a random guy and he was sending snapchats to people and I skated behind him to photobomb and he sent it and I saw the bitmoji and knew it was him. And he texted me again after that. I went from having no mutuals with this guy to every single person tying back to him. One time we ended and I went to a fair I went to every year since I was a kid and my friend met up with her friend there and her friend was friends with his entire friend group he was basically unavoidable. Dreams are also a big part of 12th house synastry. I haven’t stopped dreaming about him even when I have other partners sometimes he’ll be in my dreams. I ran into him again though a couple months ago and I still couldn’t talk to him but I know that encounter had to be fate because I really didn’t want to go to that show that night and everyone kept telling me for weeks to go but I wanted to do something else I lost my ID the NIGHT before so all the things I wanted to go to I couldn’t, and two hours before the show my friend cancelled on me and insisted I use her tickets to go to the show I was so set on not going to but I had nothing better to do and she didn’t want to waste her money. SO I WENT AND WAITED OUTSIDE FOR ANOTHER FRIEND AND HE FUCKING WALKED BY. After three years of radio silence we’re adults now so I figured he’d be away at college or something. 12 house in synastry is the good the bad and the ugly.  despite how undeniably toxic that relationship was and how much he hurt me I wish nothing but the best for him.









[phaerlax]

The GaruKaru to-do list

My most important notes.

Characters I've contrived into fucking Karu

Morvay (sucked his brains out through his cocklet after refusing to let Karu top in a size queen moment)

Edmond (receives a blowjob after getting a dose of devious sex pollen poison meant for Eiden)

Olivine (gets dry-humped after curing his food poisoning)

Quincy (plows his ass after healing it from Garu's offscreen ass-plowing session the night before)

Kuya (flogs him in magical chastity until he cums on release)

Eiden (gets ass eaten in heat until he begs for cock)

A sparrow yokai (ass beaten with a switch, figged, fingerblasted, tail-stroked)

Characters I must contrive into fucking Karu

Aster. I can easily come up with Aster/Karu 'punishment' scenarios, but I'm usually more interested in Karu coping with the aftermath. I must find something interesting that Aster would want to do himself, and maybe make it a bit more sexual than strictly punishing. Just to give Karu a break from all the mistreatment I always have in store.

Yakumo. Easier to come up with Yakumo/Garu. There might be potential in Karu's 'apprentice' delulu, though. And I think it would be fun if Karu was very offended by Yakumo's crushing anxiety about his dick being too big for him XD

Blade. This one is easy, I have more than one concept lol (nosy Blade embarrassingly prodding Karu in the aftermath of an Aster/Karu punishment; Blade giving Karu and Garu the full belly rub special after they give him a cute birthday present)

Dante. God as my witness I will have Dante go OOC and wrestle overpower and spank Karu's spirit out over petty tsun bullshit. Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings + check notes.

Rei. Need a bit more canon info but I love the concept of Rei letting Karu top out of guilt, being unsure of how to handle the novel feeling of caring a lot about his partner's pleasure, and giving Karu pointers. I also love the image of Karu fucking Rei and burying his face onto him as he angrily vents about stuff that is stressing him out and Rei is like there there. Idk.

Rin. Need a LOT more canon info to make this more than generic noncon.

Characters I've contrived into fucking Garu

Aster (bullied him a little, bit his ass, and then more)

Morvay (fucked him with enthusiastic consent as part two of a birthday present after Karu's balls were empty)

Blade (gave him a handjob while they were both missing Eiden)

Eiden (bath sex after some teasing, right after Howling Cyclone room 2)

Characters I must contrive into fucking Garu

Yakumo. This feels like a gimme, I can think of infinite scenarios in which horny Garu initiates and Yakumo is like okay... ;~; and then awooga. The challenge is in picking one that doesn't feel bland tbh.

Edmond. I actually have a "Garu is working as a K9 officer to sniff out drugs with Edmond and the knights but oh no sex pollen" premise, I hope someone else writes it for me but I might do it myself eventually.

Olivine. Okay this is probably the hardest... I got nothing. I do have images of Garu and Karu being really into booba for pubby reasons, but that doth not a fic make... or doth it?

Quincy. The reference in my Karu/Quincy does not count, it needs to be onscreen! I can easily think of situations in which these two would be alone in the forest. All it would take is some essence shenanigans to get things going.

Kuya. My kuyaru fixation mostly lies in Kuya/Karu so this is harder than it may seem... it would probably begin as Garu broaching the topic of Kuya/Karu. I also like the idea of Kuya giving him a condescending bath, but again, I'd rather do that for Kuya/Karu.

Dante. I think the dynamic would work quite well, because I like to write Dante as being weak to cute things, and he would probably appreciate and praise Garu's obedience, which would really do it for Garu. The problem lies only in a good premise...

Rei. I prefer the potential I see in Rei/Karu, but maybe a simple concept of Rei having an 'episode' and Garu being the only one around to help. Or Garu getting himself into a Predicament that needs a sexual solution (these mushrooms will only leave your system once you cum six times-)

Rin. See above.

Also a more direct Garu/Karu needs to happen of course...

[not-poignant]

hi pia i just wanted to respond to what you said in your tags about the burnout w chronic illness. and i dont mean to condescend or blame but i think your burnout came about because you are an absolute beast of a writer!!!!! the amount of words you were pushing out consistently had me wondering what kind of spell you must’ve been on. (in a good way, except it turned out to be harming you) you worked really really hard for a long time, i think harder than many healthy people even (my chronic illness could never). i know you also enjoyed writing (we enjoyed it too!), but that workload honestly never looked sustainable. the astounding part is not that you burned out, but that you managed to push for so long, despite your handicaps and hardships. want to be careful not to sound like im praising/blaming you. but you’re really just build different than a lot of folks. i hope you had time to recharge so far and keep taking it easy. i do miss your updates but i can assure you im fine waiting, as are your other readers! its really okay! get better soon 💐🐀💓

Hi anon,

This is very kind of you to say, but tbh, I don't think many people know how much some writers can, well, write.

I might seem like an over-achiever, but there are writers out there who easily write around 6000-10000 words per day, and release a book per month. I have met successful authors who aim for 150k or 200k at NaNo, because 50,000 words is 5 days of work to them.

It's hard for me to comprehend, because I know I can't do that. But likewise, I think many folks don't realise that I actually used to write a lot more than I do now!! For some years it was normal for me to write 50-80,000 words every single month. NaNo was a joke. That caused burnout, and so I adjusted down to a 25,000 minimum monthly wordcount which sometimes felt so easy that it was absurd. I now have a maximum which I have to adhere to per month (50k), because it's too easy to go past it.

For me, writing is relatively easy. It's still work, yes. I still need to put time into it. But I don't need to put in the same amount of time as someone who hasn't done it for thousands and thousands of hours. I don't need to put in the same amount of time as someone who can only touch type at 80 wpm, when I touch type at 120-150 wpm.

The amount of stories is an issue, and the number of chapter updates is an issue, but the actual output re: words themselves really isn't. In fact I've written more words this month than I did last month already, and will very likely hit my monthly minimum with the next chapter.

The things that contributed to my burnout are multifaceted. Getting a puppy. A death in the family. Not having access to the mental health drugs I need to function for a long period of time. Friendship disintegration. These things can cause burnout in anyone, even if they are working very sustainably, because they all require separate labour on top of the labour that someone is doing for their job.

When I come back from hiatus, I will not be writing less. I don't believe the wordcount is the issue and haven't for a long time. I will be scheduling out less chapters, because admin is overwhelming to me. If you told me that my job wasn't writing anymore, but I had to schedule + figure out when to post twice as many chapters, I'd fail, lmao.

So I will be addressing admin stuff! But the amount of words I was pushing out, anon, was completely sustainable, and in fact a highly reduced number compared to what I was pushing out 6/7 years ago. Anon, I have been pushing out this many words or more for 5 years without stopping until now. It's felt comfortable. It's been so much less than what I used to make myself write.

So yeah, again, it can be hard for people who don't do this professionally to imagine writing at this level. And all professionals are different. I couldn't write 150k for NaNoWriMo, but the people writing 100k a month find that extremely easy to do. How I feel about their output - that it's impossible (because it is for me) is not how they feel about their output. For them writing 50k a month to make it easy might be extremely laughable to them, like, 5 days of work and then they get 25 days off. That's sometimes how I've felt about 25k (though it's more like 10 days of work to me - which is great, because I have chronic illness lol, so I need a lot of rest days and periods).

The amount of words I was pushing out consistently will be the amount I go back to because that is truly the most sustainable part of my job. I don't expect folks who haven't plugged in as many hours into writing, and who haven't written millions of words to understand, but the fact is the more you do something, the faster you get at it. The more practice you have, the more competent you become.

That was actually how I knew the burnout was so bad, because the easiest part of my job - the words + the writing - was impossible last month, and I only ended up with 14k for the first time in 5 years, and had to make a call.

The reason the hiatus is so frustrating is that so much of it is being caused by external factors, and not actually the job itself. Like yes, I am working on too many stories, and I can address that, but I was actually doing much higher wordcounts when I was working on less stories.

It's all the extra stuff that becomes very overwhelming! But I'll get there anon, and my wordcounts aren't going anywhere.