#new hyperfixation: weed leaves

[taintedcigs]

— even if it’s handcuffed i’m leaving here with you

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

summary: steve asks eddie for his handcuffs to spice up things in the bedroom with you, and once things go wrong, the two of you turn to eddie for help… in more ways than one. (wc: 3.1k+)

warnings: MINORS DNI, smut smut smut, or*l (f!receiving), handcuffs duh, lots of praises, dom!eddie, steve kinda subby but also soft!dom? the dynamics are mixed LMAO, pet names (sweetheart, honey, baby, slut), mmf, three way kissing idk

authors note: so this is what happens when a girl mixes her three hyperfixations; 9-1-1, steddie and CHALLENGERS. i wrote this v long ago it is a bit shitty and not proof-read SO IGNORE ALL MISTAKES THANK U. (also this is sm more meaningful to me now bc i got this song as my surprise song like i accidentally manifested this WAIT.)

and please, if you wanna support me; reblog + like + comment ILY!!

Steve is embarrassed.

Embarrassed that he has to ask Eddie for this. For handcuffs to use that he has no idea what the fuck to do with.

And of course Eddie finds it all amusing, a smirk plastered on his face while he teases Steve, rosy-cheeks turning pinker.

And normally, it would've pissed him off, Eddie's teasing, his flirty comments towards you, towards him.

But for some reason, it doesn't.

The three of you have this dynamic that he can't quite put his hand on, it's different, exciting, new, it intrigues him, more than anything.

You and Steve had just started dating, a couple months in, the honeymoon phase and all, and of course, Eddie had been there for it all.

The first moment you caught Steve's eye, you caught Eddie's too, the dynamic settled in then with Steve charming you right away, while Eddie's flirty antics didn't go unnoticed by you.

Yet, somehow, someway, it snowballed into you dating Steve. But it didn't end there. The three of you hung out often.

Very often.

So much so that you had regular movie nights, always ending up high out of your minds with Eddie’s shitty weed, talking each other's ears off 'till the sun came up.

You knew everything about his life, his shitty band gigs (the one Steve dragged you to, and surprisingly his music didn't suck), his uncle, his girlfriends. Or the lack thereof.

Eddie always mentioned how he just hadn't found the right one yet, just a bunch of meaningless sex.

And he made sure to always come to the both of you afterwards, telling everything, in great fucking detail too. 

Maybe it was weird for anyone else. But for the three of you, it was your normal. 

Especially for you, because you enjoyed them. Enjoyed his stories as they made you squirm in your seat. Reactions not going unnoticed by Steve.

And it's what led to Steve wanting to spice things up in the bedroom with you. He knew the sex was great. He was obsessed with you, and you were with him.

But, fuck, there was something missing. Something he couldn't pin point exactly. And he was willing to try out anything, especially when he remembered how much you reacted to one of Eddie's stories with the handcuffs, later mentioning to him that you really liked the idea.

The idea of losing control, giving yourself fully to another partner, and Steve's knees almost gave out right then and there.

He didn't know where the fuck to obtain handcuffs, hence why he immediately ended up at Eddie's door, enduring his endless teasing, sort of hoping that he'd offer to help.

An idea that crossed his mind, but one that he'd never verbalize, unless, you mentioned it too.

The second he showed you the handcuffs you squealed in excitement, putting on your best lingerie, making a show out of everything before the two of you didn't hesitate to jump on each other. His clothes scattered in the room, you in your lingerie, hungry for each other.

His mouth lingered, scent so intoxicating that you could feel your thighs dampen, lips all over your skin and hands squeezing whatever he could grab onto, both of you feral.

“Y'know I didn't wanna have to do this,” he murmurs into your lips, bringing the cuffs in your view, playing into it, enjoying the giggles you give him in return. 

“Please, sir, promise I'll be good,” you pout with those doe eyes, making Steve almost cave in, cock stirring against his tight boxers, begging to be attended to. 

He gives a rough grunt before pining your hands above your head “That’s my girl.” 

“But you still have to be punished,” he hisses quietly, putting his weight on top of you, the cold metal off the first cuff making you shiver, he tightens it as soon as he locks it, making sure your other wrist is free, for now. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on ya, doll.” His hums make you whine loudly.

“For now.” You can feel his smirk widening when his lips attack yours again, hungry, as his bulge presses against your inner thighs, his hand holding your cuffed one in place, making you mewl desperately, kisses traveling down your chest. 

And of course, you use his distraction to your advantage, quickly grabbing onto his free hand, the second cuff clicking onto its place before he can even attempt to protest. 

“I guess we’re even now, pretty boy,” you tease with a sultry voice, but Steve’s head pops up to meet your doe eyed gaze with a panic. 

“Did you just handcuff us both to the bed?” He asks, shear dread overtaking his face, making you furrow your brows. 

“Yeah, baby, that’s the whole point,” you giggled, attempting to kiss him again but he pulled away. “Fuck,” he groaned, making you roll your eyes. 

“Oh c’mon, I know you have a thing for women being in control.” 

True, and it would’ve turned him on, almost made him bust out right then and there, if the context was any different, but instead he could just groan in panic. “Oh, sweetheart, I do, but fuck-”

“What?” You ask, face puzzled.

“The keys are in my pockets,” he murmurs, gaze trailing near the dresser. 

Your eyes follow his, the jeans you threw in a hurry were placed upon the dresser, far away from the two of you, and there was no physical way to reach for them. 

Both of you, cuffed to the bed, and no one there to save you.

“Oh, shit.” 

-

The two of you tried every possible position to get out, but there was no fucking luck, and that’s when you finally settled on calling someone for help. 

It was obvious the only person you could call for help was Eddie, but you knew his teasing would be relentless, curls bouncing each time a laughter rumbled from his stomach, making you huff out immaturely. 

“Seriously, Eddie, this isn’t funny!” Steve chided, a bit playfully considering he knew how stupid the two of you must’ve looked, and it just made Eddie chuckle louder and louder. 

“Are you kidding? This is the highlight of my week!” 

“C’mon, Eds, just help us.” Your soft tone caught his attention quickly, his smirk disappearing just as fast before he approached the two of you closer, now able to get a much better look at the two of you. 

“Oh, Harrington, what did you even do?” He rambled, trying to ignore that feeling he always got, but this time much stronger, you in your lingerie, and Steve’s obvious bulge that made Eddie gulp physically. Shit.  

“I totally should’ve offered to teach you both.” He didn’t even know where the fuck that came from. Word vomit.  

“Why didn’t you?” Curiosity got the best of you, and you didn’t even realize the implications of your words, until the two boys snapped their heads in your direction, like you’ve blurted out the most scandalous shit ever. 

“I- uh- what?” Eddie stammered, eyeing Steve carefully, not knowing if this was a joke. Or if both of you actually meant it.

He never thought it was possible. This. The three of you. Sure the dynamic between all of you had been tethering on something more. But never straight forward like this. 

It surprised both of you when Steve spoke up, lips twitching into a smirk. “Why didn’t you offer to teach us?” The two of you finished each other’s sentences, it almost looked intentional, as if the two of you have planned this, like the two of you ever talked about this. 

You didn’t, it was just natural. Something you both had been too ashamed to admit. 

Something even Eddie couldn’t admit to himself, other than a few jokes, and some drunken confessions here and there, but nothing like this.

All he ever wanted.

Eddie’s usual confidence was wavering, and it was amusing to see, exciting. Something you’d love to explore. Make him beg. God, you knew he’d sound pretty as fuck when he whined. 

“W-would you guys want that?” Stammering, again, yet you can’t get too cocky, because you know once Eddie fully wraps his head around what the fuck is happening, he’ll lean back into that domineering side. After the countless stories the two of you  have heard, it intrigues you both. So you and Steve unanimously help him to get there. 

“If we didn’t, we wouldn’t offer it, Munson,” you encouraged, watching the way his eyes oggle both of you, curious, ecstatic, that dirty mind conjuring something.

“So… you’re both sure about this?” 

“Sure that I want to be fucked by both of you? I think so, Munson.” You roll your eyes, so bored of the fact that you’ve been handcuffed for the past twenty minutes with no action, and because you knew it’d rile Eddie up. You’ve seen the flare in his gaze before, jaw locking in each time you rolled your eyes at him. 

And it works, like a switch, you see the dominance bubbling up on his face.

“Feisty that one, isn’t she, Stevie?”

“Mmhm, the dirtiest mouth,” Steve adds, soft hands squishing your cheeks with a smirk, insides feeling gooey with the way they both eye you. 

He tssked, “Haven’t you taught her some manners?” You whined slightly at that comment, they both knew what you wanted, what you desired, your boundaries… everything. 

A dynamic that’s been brewing for months… finally exploding into reality, and of fucking course you couldn’t hide your excitement, making Eddie grin. 

He’s quick to uncuff Steve, a groan leaving his lips at the relief from the cold metal against his skin, making Eddie’s cock stir at the sound. His two play things. And he’s going to have so much fun. 

“Wanna help me teach her some manners, pretty boy?” Steve didn’t even answer, holding you down and spreading your thighs while Eddie grabbed your other hand, cuffing you properly this time, tightening it and relishing in your pathetic mewls. 

Biting the inside of your thighs, Steve didn’t hesitate to tease you, spreading your pussy lips open to show it to Eddie, both of them grinning hungrily, “look how pretty she looks, Eds.” 

“Such a gorgeous pussy,” Eddie hummed, admiring, groaning with a deep sigh. 

All he fucking dreamed about. 

Glistening with your arousal, inviting him in, and those goddamn sultry eyes were driving him insane, making him blink twice to make sure he wasn’t imagining, both of you looking at him like you wanted to eat him up. 

A kind of attention he wasn’t used to, but it got him more and more riled up, confident, trailing his fingers by your inner thighs, the sensation of Steve’s lips brushing against your thighs while Eddie’s fingertips softly teased at your skin was something straight out of a dream. 

Eddie looked at Steve, a subtle need to get his permission to press his lips to you.

So new… boundaries blurred and unknown, and Steve was quick to nod, hungrily watching the two of you, cock straining so hard against his boxers that he was aching.

Desperate. 

Eddie was more or less the same, especially when you initiated the kiss, the softness of your lips brushing against his, making him whine pathetically. 

It didn’t take long for him to take control again, the dynamic between the three of you changing ever so quickly, Steve still ghosting inside of your thighs, stomach, chest, legs, everywhere.

And shit… Eddie was a good kisser. 

His lips were demanding, soft but somehow still teasing, attentive. His tongue didn’t meet much resistance as it danced against yours, smooth, on beat, the type that made flutters appear in your stomach, all the while Steve’s touches making your thighs dampen. 

Too much. But in the best way possible. 

If your hands weren’t tied up, it would’ve been surfing through their soft hair, demanding more attention, making you grew more and more frustrated, a smirk sitting on both of their lips at your pathetic moans. 

A light scruff of Eddie’s beard scratched against your cheeks before he broke the kiss, “Steve,” he hummed, gaining his attention, head popping up all ecstatic, “C’mere.” 

Both of them stick to your side, weight of the bed shifting as the gazes exchanged almost burned each other through the core. Full of longing, desire, and hunger.  

Eddie angled your face toward Steve, “Kiss her,” he demanded.

A demand that didn’t take Steve a second longer to obey, thick fingers brushing against your face as his big hands cupped your heated cheeks, with your lips parted slightly he didn’t hesitate to push his tongue inside your mouth, possessing you fully, completely, an uncontrollable whine slipping past your lips. 

“Fuck,” Eddie whispered, “you guys are so hot.” His breath fanned against your neck, hot hands running down your body, all three of you growing more and more impatient with each ragged breath, Steve’s tongue still shoved down your throat while Eddie played with your breasts, lips on your neck, making you squirm. 

You could feel Eddie’s needy cock pressing against your ass, while Steve’s was barely confined in his boxers, prodding against your thigh, you don’t know how or when it happened but Eddie had joined in on the kiss too, the three of your lips moving in synch, busy between each other’s hot mouths, tongues curious and on beat, all magical and tempting.

Dark depths you always wanted to explore but never could, sloppy and filthy in the best way possible, shutting your eyes close as you enjoyed it, felt it all. 

Unsure of who’s tongue was tangled in yours at this point but you could careless, disorienting you in a way that you couldn’t tell whose hands were hot all over your body, everywhere, messy, and uncontrolled. 

And fuck, did you need more. 

You could tell they did too, dicks twitching against you in a way that made you flutter. 

And it felt like the three of you communicated, telepathically, because both of them, somehow managed to break the kiss, making your face fall in for more, unable to do anything with your hands cuffed to the bed. Infuriating, and not helping the wetness that had well already pooled inside of you. 

“Awww, our pretty baby is needy, isn’t she?” Eddie mocked, both of them shifting down to your thighs, attention all on you as they spread you wider, mesmerized gaze following your every slight twitch. 

“Relax,” Eddie cooed, amber gaze dangerously warm, both making you whine and giving you comfort at the same time, and before you could think, Steve’s hands warmed you up as well. 

“Let us take care of you,” he added, and you couldn’t help but enjoy their squeezing, kneading, making you feel so fucking good. 

You nodded, squirming as Eddie’s bearded chin tickled your skin, planting kisses inside of your thigh, while Steve’s fingers teased you, and all you could do was whine, hips rising from the bed, lust overshadowing the initial doubt. 

“That’s our good girl,” Eddie praised, your thighs spread open, pussy exposed, completely. The two of them taking care of you, hands everywhere and one of their thumbs teasing your entrance, collecting your juices, smearing it around your lips, making you go airborne. 

You could barely comprehend what happened when fingers slipped inside of you, one at first, then two, slicked in your juices, teasing, pumping in and out of you.

Head thrown back, you embrace the euphoria, different fingers entering inside of you, both of them deeper and deeper, squelching noises and your whimpers so heavenly that Eddie could feel his cock twitching, while Steve pathetically rutted into the sheets, desperate for some friction.

Fingering you until you could hear how wet you were, opening you up. Fully exposed to them.

You were too fucked out to notice that they had both started kissing your pussy lips, lapping up your juices, drinking you in, Eddie on one side and Steve on the other. 

Heaven-sent.

You moaned like a bitch in heat, Eddie and Steve’s dripping cocks stirred at the sound, desperate to make you cum, to taste you.

Their fingers linked inside of you, thumbs continuing their rubs, and that hot white spot appeared behind your eyes. 

You wanted to cum.

Fuck that.

You needed to cum.

And who were they to deny their little angel? 

You had earned it.

Back arched, hands tight against the cuffs, all you could do was mewl as their fingers were stretching you, licks all over your hole making your breath ragged, “E-Eds… Stevie… I-I… shit!” 

Eddie was quick to pop his head to meet your gaze, fingers still continuing their movements, flicking your sensitive spots as he gave you that goddamn grin again. “You wanna cum doll… don’t ya?” 

Your body was frail. The most beautiful ache. Your entire nerve system felt like it was about to explode. 

Everywhere. All at once. 

“Come for us,” Steve  encouraged, his and Eddie’s fingers moving faster, Steve lapping up your juices while Eddie’s tongue found your clit, sucking on it like it was his lifeline. 

The softest tongue, but the roughest movements. Just fucking perfect. 

“Oh, fuck!” You hissed, “E-Eddie, S-Steve!” 

“That’s right, slut, scream our name while you come for us,” Eddie demanded. 

And fuck you wanted more, so much more. Just the idea of having two of them inside of you at the same time was enough to have your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head. 

But you couldn’t wait. 

“You-you’re both so… fuck… fu… fu… fuckkkkk…” Your words got caught in the back of your throat, pathetic noises was all they could make out, especially as Eddie’s tongue circled around your clit, suckling, fingers working faster as it finally brought you over the edge. Making you jerk and come so hard that white spots flew behind your eyes. 

The wildfire and the chemistry between the three of you burning your insides, that tingling warm sensation prickling every inch of your skin. 

“God, you taste perfect, sweetheart,” Eddie praised with a low hum. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that fucking moan?”

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” Steve growled, making you his while he gently uncuffed you, each of their praises sending warm tingles down your spine.

Fuck, they were good. 

And as Steve was about to get up, Eddie stopped him with a quick tut. “Okay, pipe down, sweetheart, you still have a lot to learn.” 

With that dumbfounded look on his face, he turned to face Eddie, making him grin wider. 

“Oh, Stevie you look so cute with that confused look on your face, such a pretty face isn’t he?” Eddie’s attention turned to you, still so domineering that all you could do was frantically nod. 

“Do you wanna help me teach him, baby?” You nodded, again, gaze glazed, overtaken by desire.

The two of you were quick to pin him down, skin meshing all together when you helped Eddie cuff him.

“Let us take care of you, pretty boy.” 

[enavstars]

Cyberpunk au

RGB designs for a new au

Important things:

The inspiration for this was the game Stray (that I finally played).

This is a hyperfixation that I don't know when it's going to end. I'll probably draw things from it as much as my motivation lets me but don't expect it to be a constant thing like Eclipse or On the road.

I love worldbuilding so there is a lot of details of this au already, feel free to ask questions.

The world is dark and very corrupted but the tone of the au is chill because the sibs dgaf about the world.

Worldbuilding details (my friend wrote this because this is complicated and I suck at writing) [very long text under the cut]:

The key element of this AU’s worldbuilding is a new biohazardous artificial plant which was originally genetically engineered by the scientist of the RGB’s city-state to fight the air pollution that plagued the region by attempting to reduce the amount of CO2 from the atmosphere (yes this is a biopunk universe :)). However, because they are an ugly reddish colour, have a bitter taste and are extremely nutrient-deficient and unhealthy, they have no natural predators and can spread like wildfire across both fertile plots and forests like weeds. On top of that, due to that nutrient deficiency, which stems from the slow absorption ability of their roots (not nearly enough to keep the heavy rate of photosynthesis), they evolved on their own to attach themselves to other living beings as parasites and basically invaded the entire area around the metropolis. With them being potentially lethal, this caused a massive problem that made the city panic; although they have plenty of weak points (like fire and a vulnerable immune system) and it takes them very long to get their roots to the rest of the body, their grip is so deep and strong that the only option is to remove the infected body part. So their special ability became a critical issue when the plants unexpectedly ended up liking animals better, and with them humans themselves, because they could carry them to other places and infest those too while still sucking the life out of them until they die (oopsie). Ultimately, with the lack of proper information on the parasites, and because the situation was handled very poorly overall, they ended up taking many people’s lives and made the most vulnerable species of the area (like cattle) go endangered or extinct, which in turn altered the balance of the ecosystem and the working class’ means of living :).

Sorry this chunk was so technical, we (@kaigoesbrr and I) are biology nerds, but basically the plants were so good at making more oxygen and so ass at getting what they needed to do so that they became parasites, and now they get what they need from plants and animals (and they like animals better, like humans, because they have more stuff and help them spread further). Then society collapsed :).

All of this caused a deep economic crisis that brought about high rates of poverty, and with it, a deep fear of the infested world outside the city walls. So this whole conundrum led to the city closing off to the lands around it, implementing absurd levels of security like a tight border control and a slower, more strict business traffic, and making a huge dark translucent dome that encapsulates the whole city to keep any potential smuggled plants from ever growing by blocking the natural sunlight. They even made a ditch around their walls (kind of like a moat) and burnt and bombed the fields and suburbs around them to make them extremely infertile. So yeah, this city-state is a terrible place to live, a gloomy prison where not even the sun and stars can be seen, but most the inhabitants never leave out of that paranoid terror and the heavy bureaucracy needed to just go outside and touch grass.

(haha with poor funding corrupt scientists who didn’t know what they were doing made a mess, shocker how that would backfire horribly).

However, the outside isn’t as bad as they make it out to be. In the end, the plants did clean the air as they were supposed to, and, as nature does, it did somewhat recover from the disaster to where human life is now sustainable again.

Taking advantage of their thick crust, trees were the least affected by the plague, and the other plants in the forest developed new natural defences against the parasites, which was yet another reason why they in turn became best at infecting animals. And many of the fungi, abundant in the now more humid forest (haha cooler air equals more rain), took advantage of their weak immune system (due to their fucking incompetent creators making a mess of the original plant’s DNA) and infected them (haha scammer get scammed). So basically, the fields and farmlands were lost to the people, but the forests are still intact. Also, even though one of the rivers around the city, the one which makes its ways under it and is therefore connected to the water supply and sewer systems, is trashed, the other, which is further away, is now perfectly healthy due to the city closing off and therefore leaving it alone for enough time. The real issue here lies within the actual government, which obviously does not want to expose how corrupt and lazy they are when dealing with problems and so they keep fueling the paranoia of their most vulnerable citizens since they are kids :). One way they do so is by manipulating the information their people get, claiming bullshit like “the current ecosystem is wild and polluted, it cannot offer our economy anything anymore!” and “the plants are dangerous and will kill you if you ever come into contact with them, and they have infected virtually every living thing around!”. Another is by not educating their population about “the Outside”, treating it like a sort of taboo. Therefore, they refuse to explain, or hush those who try to, the actual danger of the plants and how to deal with them (they do have many weaknesses, after all).

But the people in this world have yet another nasty problem. In this AU there are beings believed to be anthropomorphic demons due to their pointy ears, fangs, and sometimes strange behaviour. But in fact, these people are descendants of the dragons that once lived in these nations, but their origins were forgotten as the world gradually lost touch with its spirituality and ancestry, and now those who were once revered for their “godlike attributes” (yes, they kinda worshipped dragons, I mean, who wouldn’t) are today facing discrimination. However, even though they aren’t considered exactly “people”, the pure humans are still kind of afraid of them, so they usually choose the subtler kind of racism. In most governments, “Demons” get less job opportunities and are denied high positions, can be freely banned from any establishment, and face unmatched prejudice just for existing, especially those with a stronger blood relation with their ancestry. In the city, they are treated as less than even the robots (nindroids of all kinds), who are treated like any other respected social group by now because they have grown so advanced that most of them are just like humans in metal armour. In fact, many of them are mechanics, who are held in high esteem for making the many bionic implants for the humans.

And all of that combined made the RGB siblings (who are obviously demons, especially Lloyd), decide never to leave the Outside, where they grew up, to go live in the city.

When they were younger, Kai and Nya adopted Lloyd when they found him asleep in a box in the middle of nowhere, after having been abandoned themselves a few years earlier. This time, though, their dynamic in this AU is more of a team than Kai being a mom to them both like he always is, so even if Kai feels the most responsible for being the eldest sibling, they rely on each other almost equally. They fend off the plants that threaten them with fire (no they do not have powers, but Kai uses a fucking flamethrower because it’s Kai), and usually live on whatever they can find in the wild: mostly by making traps for game, fishing in the cleaner river and occasionally foraging edible plats (that’s more risky and they are more carnivorous anyway). Also, Nya routinely strolls through the ruins of the suburbs to collect scrap junk to turn as much of it as she can into useful trinkets, the rest of which she sells to Ed and Edna’s junkyard and their son, who is an amateur mechanic (wink wink but no shipping actually). Apart from that though, they usually sneak into the metropolis to cause a bit of mayhem here and there, which over time and on top of the fear over their species has earned them a reputation of People You Don't Wanna Mess With (or "Demons", more like). More than once they’ve even messed with a few of the gangs around town, which started sprouting up after the disaster, so overall their presence in the city is tolerated, but frowned upon. They manage to bypass the annoying border control thanks to the faulty assistant robot who raised them, named Echo (wink wink), who cannot perform any other social job (what he was made for) than to be the ferryman for those few people who decide to cross the wide moat and venture out into the Outside. They usually take a secret tunnel that a few smugglers managed to make, and the Guard do nothing because they do not give a fuck about demons anyway (in fact, only a few people know that their actual names aren’t Red, Blue and Green because nobody gives a fuck indeed). They do actually know a few people there, some of whom are also demons (like Mistake and Ronin), but especially as kids (which is when the story starts) they spend most of their time in the wild chilling and going on adventures :³.

(no the city and the plants are not named, we’re lazy :))

Anyway this is what I'll say for now. There's a lot more info, and hopefully drawings, coming. Hope you like this au because I love it for now ^^

(Btw let me know if you want me to make a post/reblog explaining the designs for the Rgb siblings and some info behind them)

[istadris]

"Why ship X when you could ship Y"?

Why not

I need a handicap in creative writing

We're only four people shipping it and I cannot leave before I ensure my succession

What a sad world it would be if we only built harbours with massive warships in mind

I'm too shy to buy weed

Why did your mom fuck your dad and not his brother

I'm fuelled with spite

My hyperfixation said I could play with this specific ship

Tax benefits and free money in a new bank account

My country's leader hates this ship and I'm planning an uprising

I look sexy shipping it

I don't know therefore I don't care

Why do people put pineapple on pizzas when you could put kiwi instead

4 yo me felt weird watching this specific cartoon about a specific character/kink and I haven't fixed it yet

When you got an itch, you scratch it

I'm contributing to science by showing the complexity and absurdity of human brain

God put me on this earth to draw a comic where they kiss

Pay me 1 million € and I'll ship yours

By attributing obligation, responsibility, morals or duty to shipping instead of basing it on your personal preferences, you are contributing to the uniformisation and sanitizing of free hobbies, which benefits corporations intent on creating neatly packaged, easily consumable, unchallenging content where any deviation can be struck down in the name of profit or false morals

It's funny

[lexithwrites]

some gang rivals to lovers bartylus headcanons because im hyperfixating on barty rn and need to let this out:

some nsfw under the cut, they'll be in italics (everything is SSC)

the crouch family are quite new money because barty crouch sr brought back their original family business after his 'passive' father stopped it

barty is still getting used to being the son of a gang leader and having this insane respoinsibility but he lowkey loves it

he can drive nice bikes, go to clubs and bars and spend his money on drinking and weed as much as he wants

he stays away from harder drugs as his dad 'tests the product' so to speak

the crouch's product is drugs mainly so barty is usually always on jobs for his dad because the old man is rarely sober enough to do it

he has a switch blade on him at all times tucked into his shoe

the only reason he hasn't left the business is because of his mother and younger sister, they're his world

angelica crouch is five years younger than barty and starting to go out partying as well and he lowkey hates it and follows her to make sure shes safe, they get into constant arguments over this but she knows her brother is protecting her at all times

his mother is quite weak as she was born with muscular dystrophy and even though she was a sahm barty raised his sister just as much as she did

she also had barty young, 19, so they grew up together

barty's family has a lot of 'agreements' with other gangs and companies that shuttle their product discreetly but one family they don't talk to or have deals with is the black family

the crouch and black feud has been an ongoing thing for generations — pollux black and barty's grandfather almost killed each other before making a peace agreement to just stay away from one another

regulus black, the youngest member of his family, has always been shielded as his older brother and older cousins are the more aggressive ones in the family that help their parents

he tends to just spend their money and party instead of being apart of the violence or meet ups, but sometimes sirius takes him along to get him used to it

one of these meet ups ends with barty helping them as he was walking by when the hand over (the black family usually smuggle weapons as well as drugs) went wrong and the buyers tried it on with reg, barty shot them without thinking

regulus thinks he's a bit of a prick but he did save his life so he thanks him and sirius explains that as good as it was that he was there, he cannot talk to him as it goes against their agreement in the family

but then barty starts showing up where regulus is (his college, parties, pubs, his morning run etc) and even though they bicker as barty is a flirt and regulus 'isnt interested' things start to take a turn

one night regulus goes clubbing without his friends or sirius and tries to find barty himself at one of his father's clubs and some creepy guys start being weird around him and he's trying to leave but they follow him and then who tf appears from the shadows? barty

his knuckles are bloody and bruised by the time he's done and regulus insists he come back to his to try and clean him up, barty is a good fighter but those guys were twice his weight so he got hit kinda bad, and barty is reluctant but agrees

reg's bodyguards arent snitches but you know they're giving each other 'oop' looks when they see the crouch heir wandering into the apartment

reg cleans barty up and tells him to shower and then he sees how many fucking tattoos this guy has and maybe reg is turned on, maybe...

and he's trying so hard not to flirt with him or touch him but its REALLY hard okay barty is tall and hot and he's also protective as shit?

but then barty is sat on the kitchen counter in just his boxers and some short ass shorts that he borrowed from regulus and regulus is standing between his legs because they're bickering and god reg wants to touch his thighs because they're RIGHT THERE and barty knows he's staring so he just kisses him

reg instinctively slaps him and barty's like 'do it again'

they fuck like three times that night and god is it good

barty seems dominant and reg isnt into that but turns out barty is submissive but he has issues with bottoming from past relationships

so reg blows him and hes whimpering and choking himself and biting his bruised fucking knuckles to stop moaning so loud but reg is so good it hurts

and then reg rides him into the bed and chokes him and slaps him and barty is the happiest guy on the planet

plus hes really good at eating pussy so regulus gets him to do that a couple times

regulus has only been with two people before this because he doesn't wanna drag innocent people into his families life but barty is more violent than him so he doesnt care,,,,plus he makes him cum SO much its insane and he's never finished with anyone else before

his thighs are shaking every time they switch positions and the FLITH barty whispers into his ear when they fuck because he can be a little dominant sometimes when he's riled up enough and reg is just grinning the entire time because this boy might be his new favourite toy to play with

they smoke on the balcony together after one of the rounds and talk about how much they hate their families but they're staying for a few chosen people and it sucks but its how they were raised

the morning after barty has to leave but reg is like look i know we shouldnt but i wanna do that again and barty is like literally text me anytime of day and i'll be on my knees for you and reg is like bet

so they start up a lil fwb behind their families backs and they're sneaky about it but sirius and angelica get too close to catching them

this is basically all i've got so far but come on,,,,you see the vision

[thefreakandthehair]

✨ first line tag game ✨

tagged by @fastcardotmp3 @fragilecapric0rnn @withacapitalp and @stevethehairington!! thanks besties! <33

RULES: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions

1) just an only child of the universe.

Contrary to popular belief, life hasn’t always been the kindest to Steve Harrington.

2) goin' to california.

All Steve wants to do is see the ocean.

3) sugar, we're goin' down.

When Eddie was a little kid, Uncle Wayne used to tell him: be careful what you wish for, because it might come true. 

4) blue hour.

Some wounds just don’t heal.

5) butter, sugar, and northern mockingbirds.

The scent of warm chocolate and brown sugar wafts through the tiny kitchen of the Munson’s new government-issued two-bedroom house, coating its peach walls and formica countertops with familiar, homey sweetness.

6) cassette tapes and ticket stubs.

He doesn’t even know the other guy’s name.

7) been on fire, dreaming of you.

No one tells Eddie Munson anything. 

8) what's mine is yours (to leave or take)

In the center of a small town only a few thousand people call home sits an even smaller diner with aluminum siding and checkered floors.

9) rounding third, sliding home.

Hawkins, Indiana. Population: 10,013.

10) never been afraid of any deviation.

It’s 1985 and the boys bathroom smells like weed.

conclusions: I have no idea, other than I never start a fic with dialogue apparently? (also, maybe it's cheating but I skipped my ficlets/drabbles because they aren't on ao3 and I'm not gonna cross-reference dates with my tag here and ao3 works to see my last ten across both platforms lmao 💀)

no pressure tags (I only know who was tagged along with me and even that, I didn't keep great track of so sorry for repeats!): @starrystevie @hotluncheddie @steveseddie @hbyrde36 @maxinemaxmayfield

@lihhelsing @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @steddieas-shegoes @steddieasitgoes @starryeyedjanai

@stervrucht @cuoredimuschio @eyesofshinigami @sp0o0kylights @shares-a-vest + anyone else who wants to hop in!

[saviorellie]

this will do.

pairing : ellie williams x reader

pov : third person , she/her pronouns

word count : 1,282 words

warning(s) : just fluff!!! college!ellie au!!! pinning!!!

notes : I’M ALIVE. yearly rebrand for the new hyperfixation. i need ellie williams desperately. that’s all!

masterlist

“y/n,” was the first word ellie spoke into the phone. “what’s up?”

her backpack was slipping off her shoulder. she just let it fall.

“can i come in?” she asked quietly. there was movement on the other end of the line.

“of course, y/n. you don’t need to ask.”

she didn’t respond.

“i’ll be out in a minute, okay? just got out of the shower- ‘m changing.”

she opened the door to her friend’s dorm room with the spare key ellie had gotten just for her. her space was warm and comforting and smelled of her, smokey and like home. but the tears came anyway.

ellie could feel it because she knows her. and has or ever a decade. but she didn’t expect to find her like this.

on a normal day, she would’ve had her backpack zipped open on the couch, her notebooks and laptop and ridiculous assortment of pens and highlighters and pencils spread out across the table. she would’ve pulled the blinds up and ridiculed ellie for failing to let light into her small apartment. she would’ve been rifling though her bare cabinets, trying and failing to find food to cook her an actual meal so she isn’t just living off of noodles and apple juice and weed. she would’ve glanced up at her best friend with gentle eyes and graced her with an even gentler hug.

but today, in the solitude and darkness of ellie’s apartment, she was sitting folded into herself on the couch.

it was easy for ellie to approach her, it was easy to crouch down and sit on the coffee table in front of her. if was difficult, however, to realize that she was avoiding eye contact. she knew. she was crying.

and there was just silence. ellie waited, watching her form shake while her heart sunk deeper into her chest with every passing second.

then finally, finally, she called out for her.

“ellie…” she whispered, and she was moving.

the couch cushions shifted as she sat next to her, pulling her in. as ellie tucked her head under her chin, her throat swelled with fear; she rarely saw this side of her and wanted nothing more than to take her pain away.

she was the composed one. she saw everything in her life in a positive light, taking things as they were and accepting whatever happened to her. she was compassionate and a great listener and an even better friend. the range of her emotions was about as diverse as one could imagine, but she was so talented in hiding her stresses that at times, even ellie didn’t notice until it built up so high that it just poured out.

here she was, the girl-ellie’s girl-that was always taking care of her and everyone else before herself. her work and her high expectations for herself had reduced to a bleak, discouraged figure in her friend’s embrace.

“angel,” ellie muttered, because she was still crying and her heart felt heavy and sometimes the line between best friend and more blurred and she forgot her place. she didn’t need a lover right now. she needed her best friend.

“i just… i just want to give up. i’m so tired,” she slurred long after ellie had lost track of time. once the tears had ceased and the shaking had subsided.

ellie just closed her eyes, searching for her hand in the dark. it made her so sad that the stress of college and work and bills and just living affected her hard-wired, determined, passionate self. she wanted to take it away and make if feel better. because that’s what she always did for her.

“it’ll be okay. you’ll, we’ll, figure it out. you always do.”

she nodded, just slightly, against her chest.

“i know,” she said. but the defeated sound would not leave her.

ellie didn’t really think through what she was doing as her hand brushed through her hair, brushing it back from her face. she was just exhausted. she needed comfort and ellie was going to give it as best she could.

“you gotta let me take care of you,” she sighed. “you can sleep here, if you want.”

she grunted out a noise of disapproval.

“no,” she muttered, but the softness in her voice betrayed her.

“you’re so stubborn,” ellie shot back and she laughed, just a little. and that was enough.

ellie swiveled on her heel when she heard her shuffling into the kitchen, smiling a bit at her disheveled appearance. it was harder than normal to ignore that she was in love with her on days like this.

she came right over and leaned into her side. naturally, her arm circled ellie’s waist and ellie’s arm rested on top of her shoulders as she peered into the pot she was stirring on the stove.

“what is going on?” she scoffed, because she was making actual food.

what was going on was that she has been serious earlier. about taking care of her.

after she’d fallen asleep earlier, ellie situated her on the couch and piled blankets on top of her because she was freezing all the time. although she didn’t want to chance being gone when she woke up, she didn’t have any food in her apartment and the protective side of her, reserved only for the girl sleeping on her couch, told her that was a problem. weighing her options, she went to the convenience store a couple streets over and grabbed the ingredients her favorite soup called for.

she pulled away from her best friend and hoisted herself up onto the counter next to the stove, leaning her head back on the wooden cabinet. ellie could tell she was thinking, so she left her alone. that is, until she noticed she was watching her.

“what?” she asked gently.

she just stared at her for a second. her beautiful, kind best friend. her auburn hair was falling out her bun and into her face and she had to resist the urge to push it back.

“thank you.”

ellie’s head tilted to the side.

“for what?” she moved a little closer and the girl beside her shrugged.

“i don’t know. it’s just…” she looked down at her lap, shifting on the granite countertop. “I’m still exhausted and overwhelmed and sad, but i know that you’ll be there so… i don’t know. it’s okay.”

she opened her arms lazily in ellie’s direction, the corners of her lips lifting in the slightest manner. so ellie hugged her. and her heart hurt.

then she pulled away, that dangerous thought invading her mind, the idea that the emotion in her eyes when she looked at her was how it felt for her to be in love with her best friend. the idea that she should risk it all and press a kiss to her cheek or forehead and gauge her reaction.

so instead, ellie stirred her soup and sat with her in comfortable silence.

“i love you,” she whispered, playing with the rings on her fingers.

ellie felt her breath hitch. she had said i love you to her before. but this felt different. she just didn’t know if it felt different for her too.

“i… i love you too.” she reached for her hand, running her thumb over the back of it. the silence returned, but ellie was no longer comfortable.

ellie didn’t know if what she felt would ever become reality- being more with her. but she did know that she was never going to stop caring for her and releasing her stress and doing little things to make her smile up at her with the glow she only held in her apartment.

but for now, this is plenty. this is enough. this will do.

[fandomz-brainrot]

Pity (Wednesday x Male reader)

A/n: might not be that good because I'm writing this when I'm tired as hell :,)

TW: Drugs (weed), very light suicidal thoughts, self harm, angst

You were a student at Nevermore Academy; a gorgon, to be exact. You hung around Xavier and Ajax, as the latter was your younger brother. So, when the two boys (mainly Xavier) began to show an interest in the mysterious new goth girl, you just had to see what the hype was about. So during one of your shared classes, you passed her a note:

"Hey, newbie."

She... crumpled up the note and threw it back at you. You didn't give up hope though, passing more notes and little doodles to her. Eventually she gave in and responded.

"What do you want."

"To be your friend, obviously."

She rolled her eyes, but kept talking to you anyways. It was strange at first-- you'd come up to her and follow her around like a lost puppy. That's how you got roped in to her whole "monster mystery solving" thing. She dragged you on many dangerous missions to uncover the truth. However, you never backed out, and she seemed to admire that. In her own special Wednesday way, of course.

After a while, you two formed a bond. It was weird, since she isn't one to outwardly show her affections, but you assumed she cared. So, you shot your shot. You began flirting with her relentlessly. She pretended to be completely oblivious, and you bought it. You genuinely thought she didn't know, or just didn't reciprocate the feelings. But you wouldn't stop until you got a definitive answer.

So when she asked you out, it really threw you for a loop.

"I accept, (Y/n)." She said one day out of the blue. You stopped dead in your tracks, causing her to stop as well and look back at you. "I- uh-... What?" you asked in confusion. "I know you have... feelings for me. It is... mutual." she said, although she had to force the last sentence out. She hated showing any emotion. A look of realization appeared on your face, and you beamed at her. "I- cool! I uh- I can't believe that my new girlfriend is Wednesday Adda-" "Shut it before I reconsider." she said with an icy glare. You quickly shut your mouth, the grin never leaving your face as you nodded enthusiastically and gave her a thumbs up.

And that's the start of your relationship with Wednesday.

You would visit her in her dorm whenever you could, listening to her play her cello or watch her write her novel. You even gave her a few pointers while she was writing. Sometimes she'd come back to yours, when Ajax wasn't there (you guys were not just brothers, but roommates). Slowly, your relationship grew. She began showing small displays of affection. She would give you gifts; tarot cards, rings, chains, stuffed animals, anything like that. You would occasionally hold hands as you walked her to some of her classes. Whenever she was at your dorm, you two would cuddle as you watched shows on your laptop. You would explain every little detail if it was your current hyperfixation. She'd do the same, with true crime. Within a few weeks you could name several serial killers and their lives because of her. Sometimes you could swear you'd see the corners of her mouth twitch up.

What really took you by surprise was when she kissed you. You were in your dorm, playing video games as she watched with interest. "Hey-- can you look at me for a second." she said, in her usual expressionless tone. You looked over at her, an eyebrow raised in confusion. Suddenly, her thin cold hands grabbed your face firmly, and her lips met yours. Your eyes widened, and you gently held her face. She pulled away, looking even more surprised than you did. You saw the slightest hint of color flush her pale face. She looked away, her arms crossed. "I... I love... you." she said, and it seemed like a struggle to get them out. "I love you too..." you said breathlessly. She refused to look back at you, but the corners of her lips twitched upwards. "Hey... can you look at me?" you asked her. She slowly looked back over to you, and immediately you crashed your lips in to hers. She kissed back eagerly. And that would be the start of many kisses to come.

It was now later in the year. You had been dating for a bit over a month now. You had asked her on your first date; a movie was coming out at Jericho's small theater that you think she'd like. It was a horror movie, so of course she would be in to it. You two went to it, getting seats near the top of the dark theater. Her head found its way to your shoulder, and your arm wrapped around her. She let out an exhale that could've been a laugh as you shoveled popcorn in to your mouth. You made little comments and cracked jokes quietly as you both watched with interest. She let out another laugh-like exhale, throwing a piece of popcorn at your face. "Would you shut up for two seconds? I am trying to watch this. I will be the killer if you do not shut your mouth." she said in frustration. You know she meant no real hostility or aggression at this-- you'd know if she did. Plus, that small almost-smile was still on her face. You laughed quietly, shrugging. "Sure. You're the boss, love." you replied, and she shushed you with a finger to your lips. You swore you saw that small flush come back to her cheeks in the dim light.

The two month mark was approaching in your relationship, and you were stressed. You had been loaded with work and participation in your extracurricular activities. You hadn't had much time to talk to Wednesday-- your sleep schedule was a mess, and you simply didn't have the energy. It was taking a toll on your relationship. She had came to your door, late at night. You had just finished some school work when you heard the knock at the door. You saw her, and smiled softly. "We need to talk." She said simply. Your smile wavered, but you let her in. "Sure... what's up?" this was unlike her. She never expressed her emotions unless absolutely necessary. So this must be serious. She sighed, stiffly sitting down on your bed. "I... feel like you're... not putting as much effort in to this relationship as I am. You barely talk to me as of late. I need... you... to return that... energy." she managed to say, staring blankly at a wall. You fidgeted with your hands, spinning one of the fidget rings she had given you a few weeks ago. "Yeah, of course, I've just been super busy, but I'll try and make more time for you." You said, blinking a few times. She glanced at you and nodded. "Thank you." she said simply, getting up and leaving your dorm. You stood there for a few seconds, that pit of dread in your stomach. But you knew what you were going to do; you would make a bigger effort for Wednesday.

A few days have passed. You have tried to talk to Wednesday, passing her notes in class and talking to her whenever you saw her around Nevermore.

"I reallyyy don't wanna go to my stupid band performance :( I'm so tired right now."

"That sucks."

You frowned, looking down as you fidgeted with that same ring again. She seemed to be a lot more dry recently. You had tried to ask if she was okay, but always got an "I'm fine" in response.

Afterwards, you had tried to speak to her, but she was physically ghosting you. She deliberately asked you not to sit with her in classes. Whenever you'd go to hang out with her, Enid, and Xavier, she would make Enid sit between you too. She was growing more and more distant and it was scaring the shit out of you.

The next day however, you were out in Jericho, looking for something to give your mom for her birthday. That's when you saw it; a small stuffed raven and a small tin box. Your eyes lit up-- this is how you can show Wednesday that you care! You purchased the box and raven, as well as the goofiest taxidermy ferret you could find and your girlfriend's favorite snacks. The tin was overly pink with unicorns in the shape of a heart-- you planned to paint it to make the unicorns gothic and skeletal. The ferret was a little clown with its mouth wide open. They were the silliest things, but they might bring a smile to her face. You brought them back to your dorm and began working.

As soon as you finished the gift you excitedly went over to Wednesday's dorm and knocked on the door. The familiar blank face greeted you, and you grinned. "I got you the goofiest little gifts!" you said excitedly. Her gaze flickered between you and the tin box, letting out a small "mhm". She looked up at you. "I don't want it, you can keep it." she said flatly, and your smile started to fall. "Oh um... alright-" and she closed the door on your face. You blinked away the tears that had began to form in your eyes. You walked back to your dorm, eyes vacant as you got lost in your own thoughts.

Two days later, you went back to class. Wednesday didn't speak a word to you the entire time. However, right as the class ended, she handed you a note and walked away. You glance around, before walking back to your dorm room. You nervously fidget with the folded up piece of paper, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You opened it, reading the words on the page with great care.

"I wrote this letter to say that I think we should break up. During the time where we weren't speaking to each other, I started to think. And I realized that I may not have ever loved you. We seemed more of friends. It felt more like a friends with benefits type of situation. I think I actually may have dated you out of pity. So, I would like to discontinue our relationship. Whether I ever did love you is a mystery, so I guess we'll never know."

Your breath hitched. Your hands balled, crumpling the paper and ripping it. You felt your bottom lip tremble and that familiar put of dread settle in your stomach. You felt the tears fill your eyes and fall down your cheeks, as a lump formed in your throat. You let out a shaky laugh of disbelief. You choked back a sob, your arms wrapping around your stomach as you rocked slightly. Your laugh grew louder. "Really, Wednesday? You couldn't have told me in person?! You-- you dated me out of PITY? Really?! I knew you were a bit strange but I didn't know you were..." you yelled to no one in particular, mostly at a loss for words. You laughed again, but it quickly devolved into ugly and loud sobbing.

You made sure to get your schedule changed immediately. You only talked to your friends when Wednesday wasn't around. You tried to completely cut her from your life. That is, until Ajax walked up to you. His expression was worried, and hesitant. He looked down at his hands, beginning to fidget. I guess the fidgeting is just a thing in your family, huh? "Hey uh... (Y/n)?" he asked slowly, looking at you. You rolled over in your bed to look at him. You let out a small grunt, which he took as an "okay" to continue. "So... Wednesday wanted me to ask... why you've been avoiding her...?" You let out an angry huff, rolling back over in your bed. He gave you a sympathetic smile and a pat on the shoulder.

The next day you found a note under your door.

"No response? Wow. I was actually trying to be nice. Bye I guess."

Signed Wednesday fucking Addams.

You let out an angry growl, crumpling the paper and throwing it across the room. You hyperventilate, your breathing coming out in ragged gasps. You wrapped your arms around your legs as you rested your head against your knees. You sobbed loudly, your choked noises sounding pitiful to your own ears. Your thoughts were spiraling, and only one thought came to your mind; you wanted to die.

Sadly, you still had to attend your classes the next day. During the free the school had, you went to the library instead of where your friends usually hung out. Wednesday would surely be there, and you did not want to deal with that.

You were on your phone, listening to music when your brother walked in. He sat down next to you, tapping your shoulder and motioning for you to take your headphones off. You obliged, looking at him with dull eyes. You felt exhausted.

He cleared his throat, looking down. "I uh... just thought you should know... Wednesday and the others are... um... talking shit about you." He said quietly. He knew you were fragile right now, but you still deserved to know. You let out a bitter scoff, resting your head on your knees as you stared ahead. You were truly speechless now.

That night you were left alone-- Ajax was at Xavier's dorm, in an attempt to give you space. You rested your head against the wall, exhaling smoke from your lips. You watched it rise and then disappear, a sad smile on your face. The joint was loosely held between your fingers, small wisps of smoke coming from the end. You felt your brain fog; your whole body feels light and tingly now. Your half lidded and now dilated eyes stared upwards, not focusing on anything in particular. You lazily pressed a bloody rag to the long slashes across your wrists and thighs. A dry chuckle escapes your lips.

"I will never love a girl again."

Word count: 2353

A/n: very much a vent fic because my ex girlfriend broke up with me recently and it went kind of like this :,)

[vampiiu]

Argyle and Jonathan x Witch! Reader

What to expect: GN! Reader, mention of 🍃

Argyle

He thinks knows you’re so awesome.

“Bro you’re like… magical.”

“BABE!!! ARE WE SUMMONING DEMONS TODAY??? :D”

He already knows the differences between a pentagram and pentacle. The bare minimum but we love him for it.

He’s already sort-of experienced since his lesbian wine aunt™ is a witch, but you’ll still have to teach him some stuff.

When I say you “have to” teach him stuff, I mean he will sit and listen to you rant about witchcraft correspondences and history for hours on end. He loves to hear about your interests.

He loves watching you set up for ritual baths. He'll even join you if you want him to.

He LOVES the smell of incense. Maybe it’s because he’s used to the weed smell, or maybe it’s because of the healing properties. You’ll never know.

He will always pick up rocks for you. Will see a rock and immediately think “Oh my god… It’s a Y/N rock.”

He’ll make jewelry for you!! Different colors for different intentions, and he’ll buy you evil eye bracelets for protection.

He’ll steal some salt and basic herbs (basil. Only basil.) from Surfer Boys’ just to see what you’ll do with it.

If you're a green witch (or own any plants) he'll water them and talk to them every day. He'll name them the cutest names.

You walk in one day and he's leaning down to a runt plant like: "C'mon little dude, you can do this! You'll grow big and strong one day, just like this guy."

He lets you perform seances in the back of his van if you’re into that kind of stuff.

He saves his blunt ashes so you can make black salt.

He’ll place little grapes, leaves, etc. on your altar so he shows the universe (or the deities you work with) that he appreciates them as much as you do.

NSFW

Always down to perform a… spicy ritual with you once you explain what it is. However you’ll also have to convince him that he’s not sleeping with an incubus/succubus (lmao).

Jonathan

“Witches are real?”

He’s confused for a minute but he doesn’t doubt you for a second. You’ll have to explain to him that witches aren’t exactly what the media depicts them to be.

Once he grasps the idea a bit, he’s 100% supportive.

He’s completely new to this newfound path, but he’s definitely willing to learn!

“Wait so… Does weed count as incense…?”

“FAIRIES ARE REAL???... Do they bite?”

He already knows a lot about herbs and crystals since he had a hyperfixation on them in second grade. He’ll tell you which herbs are toxic, which crystals don’t go in salt/water, and any other dangers. He loves your craft but needs to make sure you’re practicing safely.

Speaking of hyperfixations, he may or may not develop one on the history of witchcraft.

He’ll buy you jars and funnels whenever you need some. Actually, even when you don’t need any.

For your birthday, he’ll probably give you a book about herbs and their different properties. He’ll definitely read it with you so he’ll also learn.

He’ll be extremely happy to help in any spell you’re making. He thinks it’s so interesting what different intentions and mantras can do.

Since witchcraft wasn’t accepted in the 80s, he’ll be VERY protective over you. “You sure you should wear those sigils in public? I don’t mind coming with you-”

Although protective, he won’t be controlling.

Will gladly participate in a ritual bath, but only if you ask him. He’s too scared to ask you.

NSFW

Ngl he’ll probably refuse to do a spicy ritual with you. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s just that it’s not his kind of thing.

[dragonroar87]

THIS FUCKING GAME HAS CONSUMED MY MIND (Undertale Yellow)

yesterday I watched a playthrough and UHHHH new hyperfixation much???

anyways i wrote a fic:

and if you don't wanna click the link here it is under the read more (VERY LONG POST AHEAD):

Martlet ran her finger over the page of the book she was reading. It was a book on Surface plants that she had checked out from a library. She didn't know humans had those too.

It had been three months since the barrier had been shattered. The seventh human child, a small one named Frisk, had fallen from the Surface and set all the monsters free within the span of a few days.

Martlet once spotted them as they wandered through Snowdin. She watched them from afar, never getting close enough to say "hello" or strike up a conversation. After all, they would suffer the same fate as Clover, Martlet knew. Well, maybe not the exact same fate, but mostly the same. And Martlet couldn't bear to stand that pain again. Not after Clover.

God, Clover. Clover, Clover, Clover.

Clover changed her life. Clover wormed their way into her heart and decided to stay there. Clover saved the Underground, even indirectly.

And yet, when she, Starlo, and Ceroba presented that shining yellow SOUL to the King, they were all but forgotten. Another cog in the machine.

They didn't even get a proper burial! Their body was taken from that New Home rooftop and placed inside a coffin with a yellow heart engraved on it. And that coffin was put inside a secluded hallway with all the others. Out of sight, out of mind.

But never out of Martlet's. Here she was, standing on the Surface, of all places, reading a book on plants.

The page was opened to a certain type of plant that lingered everywhere in the summer: trifolium repens.

To humans, it was considered a weed, a nuisance. Paradoxically, it was also considered very lucky if you found a specimen with mutation that gave it extra leaves.

Trifolium repens, also known the common clover plant.

When she had found out about this plant that shared her dear friend's name, she went out and picked as much of it as she could. She even found one of those lucky four-leaved specimens.

And then she planted it everywhere. Around her house. Around her friends' house. Around the school that the former Queen taught at. At the park. In little cracks in the sidewalk. Anywhere it could take root, Martlet planted it there. Every single one except the four-leaved one. She kept that one for herself.

And every day, Martlet would walk all around town, tending to her plants. Watering them, making sure they got enough sunlight, even giving them small bits of fertilizer if need be.

And after enough time, the world was covered in white blossoms.

Martlet didn't know those plants bloomed into flowers, but it made her smile. With the flowers came honeybees. When Martlet spotted one, she remembered the Honeydew Resort. She remembered coffee. She remembered warmth. She remembered companionship. She remembered home.

She could always go back. It's not as if some monsters didn't still live there. Some simply preferred it.

But there was a sense that something would always be missing. Someone would always be missing.

She knew them for such a small amount of time, yet that time was lifechanging. They had such a small impact, yet that impact was groundbreaking.

Martlet didn't know how the human Frisk escaped to the Surface without killing Asgore. She didn't know how the monsters escaped to the Surface without killing Frisk. She did know she was eternally grateful, and she did know it would be impossible without that child carrying that pistol.

She also knew that it would be impossible without the other five children. When handing over Clover's SOUL to the King, Martlet caught a glimpse of the other SOULs. There was a purple one, a green, an orange, and two shades of blue, all casting radiant light against their glass coffins.

Ceroba handed over Clover, and they joined those poor children. Reduced to only the core of their being, then trapped for an indefinite amount of time in small glass cylinders like a fish on display at the aquarium.

Martlet wouldn't have known what an "aquarium" was without making it onto the Surface.

When looking at those glass cages, Martlet wondered what the owners of those SOULs looked like. What they acted like. How they died. How long they had been there. Whether they had any sentience at all.

Could Clover still hear her? Still see her? Or did all their sentience and senses disappear as their last breath left their lungs? Were they scared to die alone? Were they in pain? Did they regret their choice in their last moments?

Not knowing the answers to any of these questions, Martlet whispered "I'm sorry" to the glowing golden SOUL, maybe hoping it would reach them. Somewhere. Even if she couldn't get a response, just knowing they got her message would comfort her.

Martlet looked up from her botany book and looked around the library. There was a human child studying for an exam across from her, a human librarian helping another human check out books, a human on their computer listening to music....

Martlet suddenly remembered she had her own music playlist. She pulled out her cellphone and plugged in her earbuds, putting one in each ear. She scrolled through her music streaming service, something starting with an S that she could hardly remember (although all the humans got obsessed with it when the year came to a close, like some sort of ritual), until she found the playlist she was looking for.

Ah, here it was. "Martlet's Feel-Good Music," a playlist composed of nothing but high-energy pop songs with lyrics that made you wanna dance.

She put the playlist on shuffle and let the beat carry her worries away. After a few seconds, she was tapping her talon to the drums. After a few more, nodding her head. Eventually she decided that she should probably leave the humans' designated quiet place and go jam out to her tunes somewhere else.

Martlet paused her music and stood up from her chair, striding over to the librarian's desk while she took out one of her earbuds.

"Excuse me," she said to get their attention, "I'd like to check this out, please." She held out the botany book to them.

The librarian gave her a weird look, but that was nothing new. A lot of humans gave weird looks to any monster, even the uncannily human-looking ones like Red. It was something they all got used to after a bit.

They took the botany book from Martlet, along with her library card. They flipped the book onto its back and ran the library scanner over the barcode on the cover.

"Here you go, miss," they said, deadpan, "Will that be all for today?"

"Yep! Have a good day!" Martlet said. She put the botany book into her bag and walked out of the library, walking over to the designated monster liftoff zone before taking to the skies.

With the sudden influx of monsters with modes of transportation other than walking, new laws were quickly implemented. Those that could fly or swim needed to have a license to do so, just like one needed a license to drive. In addition, flying monsters could only liftoff and swimming monsters could only dive into the water in certain designated spots to avoid harm. This wasn't the case on private property, but it was when someone was at a public institution. Say, the library.

Flying monsters could only fly at certain heights and swimming monsters could only swim at certain depths. Again, to avoid harm. Those flying vehicles that humans developed were no joke!

After safely arriving at the legal cruising altitude, Martlet resumed her music. She couldn't resist the temptation to sing her heart out, all her woes forgotten.

Looking down on the world from above, Martlet couldn't believe her eyes. The Surface, with monsters and humans living in relative harmony. Clover would like the world that had been created. Martlet was sure that somewhere, wherever they were, they were proud of their Earth for building this future. This was what they gave their life for.

A world filled with friendship, filled with camaraderie, filled with unity and hope for a new tomorrow.

A world filled with life and a bit of trifolium repens.

[squeakytoy136]

so i wrote a little thing with dark arven in it

Hyperfixations really make things happen, Dark Arven based off of this

also featuring my oc momo, with area zero spoilers

Reflections

It all started with an unfortunate stumble. A follow up trip to Area Zero that had Arven somehow disappearing into the crystal he bumped into, leaving only his shadow. And then, his shadow got up.

"Dark Arven…?"

It all sounded like the evil doppelganger trope Momo's seen in stuff she read about before. There was definitely no way this was real. There was no way her boyfriend stumbled through those mystical crystals like it was actually some funky magic portal. There was no way this shadowy-looking clone of him happened to stumble out in his place. But yet, the words escaped her lips, and they were heard.

"Well… at least this universe still has a Momo in it…" He rubbed at his head. "And what's with the name? It's just Arven, y'know."

His frown was authentic, and so was the judgemental look that whipped towards her. He still had that teal colored stare, but everything else almost seemed like a trick of the light of the research station's roof. His hair, clothes, and even his backpack carried pitch black hues, making for a bold aesthetic Momo never expected from her Arven.

Her thinking cogs got turning as she stared at him, and he seemed to be doing the same as he stared back. He almost seemed to be looming over her as he gazed at her, with a presence so imposing that Momo felt the need to lean back and gulp.

"Okay, you're definitely not Arven."

"And you're definitely not my Momo. Too bland." His tone was unsurprised, unimpressed even. He looked back towards the crystal he just stepped out of. "Great, and now that gateway's out of power. I'm going to have to find a new one."

"Too bland? Gateway? Huh?" Momo looked to the crystal, which had lost its glow. She had all too many questions, but there was one that was at the forefront. "Did that… crystal really just suck up my Arven and leave me with… you?"

He scoffed as he turned away. "Guess I stumbled into a universe that doesn't have this. I'll make this quick for you, Not Momo. The multiverse is real, my poor excuses for parents got themselves killed looking into it, and now I'm pretty much stuck in your universe for now. Riddle me this, did your professors here trifle with dimensional travel? That's what these crystals are supposed to power, right?"

Though a bit overwhelmed, Momo found herself slowly shaking her head. "No…"

"Ain't that typical." He rolled his eyes, before taking a book out of his backpack. Momo glimpsed at its sleek black cover before the guy stepped away from her. "I'll get out of your hair before long. Just need to find another suitable crystal and I'll be able to send myself back. Judging from how totaled this research station is, I'm guessing they're sprouting like weeds here too."

And just like that, he had left the research station. Still, as bizarre as this encounter was, Momo definitely wasn't letting this Dark Arven guy out of her sight. She had questions.

"Yikes, that's bright." 

Momo found him sneering under the light of the glittering bottom floor of Area Zero. He didn't seem to pay her much mind, but she still stomped after him. She had a worried outburst she needed him to hear.

"Hold it, Darven!"

"Arven, but whatever."

"So you mean to tell me my Arven is stuck in some sort of other dimension? Wherever you're from?"

"That's right." He licked his finger and flipped a page.

"Why does that book of yours have a bloodstain on it?"

"No comment."

"Okay then." Momo huffed. "Am I… ever going to get my Arven back?"

"If he ever gets the same idea that I'm getting, maybe." There was a smirk on his face as he spoke. "You don't sound too happy about that."

"Of course I'm not happy!" Momo exclaimed in the face of his frown. "That's my best friend and boyfriend I just lost! If I can't get him back, then that'd just leave me with… with…"

"With who? Me?" He was looking directly at her now. His stare was taunting, and under the sheen of the crystalline lights around them, it was all the more striking. "I mean, haven't you ever wanted to see what being with someone from another universe is like? Someone… tall, dark, and handsome?"

His voice had lowered into mere breaths. Breaths that were hot on her face.

"What do you say… little buddy?"

Momo could only her herself gulp alongside her racing heart. There was no denying those words, his unexpected boldness, seeing that face and voice of his taunt her like so. It was just like Arven to leave her breathless, but even then… not like this.

"You're not my Arven." Momo nodded with certainty, defiantly standing her ground.

Dark Arven raised an eyebrow, narrowed his eyes at her, and backed away laughing. "Man, you got me there. My Momo always lost it whenever I did that. Don't think I'd ever get along with anyone from a universe like this. I'd hate to see how your Nemona or Penny ended up. Least this timeline has a pretty cute Momo. Speaking of which, I gotta get back home to mine."

"Hmph." While Momo wasn't all too pleased by that bluff he just pulled, she couldn't deny the curiosity that perked up when she heard her name. "Your Dark Momo's probably nothing like me if she can put up with this stuff."

"She's passionate, mainly. Really passionate. And definitely my ray of sunshine, that's for sure…" For once, a sentimental smile bloomed on his face as his gaze tilted upwards. "The burning… devilish fires of the sun. Just the way I like it."

"Yeesh. I like to think of myself as devilishly mischievous, but that's a bit much." Momo wasn't sure what edge was worse, the steep cliff drops, or this guy's.

"Alright, Not Momo." Dark Arven put his arm around her, walking her forward and deeper into the cavern of crystals. "What kind of adventures have you gone on with Not Arven? Fun adventures? Any lawbreaking involved? Is he fun to kiss, at least?"

"Yes… maybe… and… uh…" Momo found herself blushing and fidgeting at that. "Anyways! We went on the most cool and epic adventures, thank you very much! There were these miracle herbs, and we were hunting them down, and we made some real miracles happen, and… and…" She frowned at the look he was giving her. "... Hey, what's that skeptical look for?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Dark Arven's gaze fell, his locks obscuring his eyes as his hands tucked themselves into his pockets. "Just finding it pretty funny. My Momo's got a deviously overactive imagination just like you. Miracles don't exist where I'm from, y'know. Not the life saving kind, anyway."

"Oh."

Momo didn't know what to say after that. Neither did he, from the looks of things. Still, there was a familiar concern that Momo felt. The brief but utter loss of hope on Dark Arven's face wasn't something she ever saw before, but it was a despair she used to dread happening at all.

"Your universe really is a grim one, huh?" Momo spoke quietly.

"I've seen that look of worry before." His expression perked up slightly. "Don't sweat it. I still got my moments to shine despite it all. Right now I'm just focusing on finding an appropriate gateway crystal and hoping my Momo hasn't eaten your Arven up, so we can get this quick dimensional trade going."

"Um…" Momo hesitated. "You mean that eating part as a figure of speech, right?"

"Heh. Maybe."

Momo shoved him at that. He grunted and ended up bumping his shoulder against a large crystal wall, which left it humming as it suddenly pulsed with light.

"Well would ya look at that." Dark Arven placed his hands on his hips. "There's my gateway."

"About time." Momo crossed her arms. "So how does this dimensional travel stuff work?"

"Needs a bit of equivalent exchange. Me for your Arven." Dark Arven started flipping through his book again. "Once my reflection in the crystal starts looking like yours, means the jump is good to go. Now to wait until your guy gets the memo."

"He's resourceful. I'm sure he'll come by eventually." Momo nodded, tapping her foot against the ground.

"Whew, can't wait to get back. Me and my Momo can get back to doing our thing, and you and your Not Arven can go back to…" He grimaced as his eyes looked towards the grand lab ahead. "... investigating whatever this place has got going on. Don't know why your professor would need all these crystals if it's not for fueling dimensional travel."

Momo grimaced at his grimace. "If you must know, all this research was done for time travel. There's even a biggol' time machine in there that brought all sorts of Pokémon here, so we've all l been hard at work rounding them all up."

That got his attention. "Did you say… a time machine?"

"Yes, and-"

"Change of plans." He closed the book, tucking it under his arm as he tore his gaze from his reflection. "This I gotta see."

There was a devilish smile on his face. And not the mischievous kind.

[symbioticsimplicity]

Because I’ve now reached a level of projection of late unseen, I'm back on my shit.

Which is neurodivergent things the ST kids and teens do.

El is very quiet, typically being nonverbal unless she has to talk or shes excited about something. The others learn quickly that this doesn't mean she's upset and there's no reason to push her to talk. She eventually learns ASL, which is one of the ways she bonds with Steve.

Dustin has special interests and hyperfixations both. Sometimes a hyperfixation will make the jump into a special interest but not always. He will talk the ear off of anyone who will listen about the entire history of whatever he's most interested in. Sometimes, Dustin's special interests, like walkie talkies, save their asses.

Will notices everything. There is nothing that happens in and around their group that he doesn't pick up on. Hes the first to notice new haircuts and new outfits, and he always know when a Party member is upset. He might not always address it the best, but he does try to help. Some of the Party secretly think he can read minds due to his connection with the Upside-down (He can't, he's just autistic and detail oriented), Will knows this too and thinks its kinda funny.

Mike has emotional disregulation issues like crazy. He doesn't feel anything in shades of grey and it feels like everything it cranked up to 10 for him. He doesn't know this is what his problem is, either and self blames which in turn makes things worse. He wants to have a better handle on himself but cannot figure out how.

Max has apathy issues. Having been raised in the environment she was and having Billy of all people be who she spent a lot of time with, she quickly learned that showing too much emotion or "flinching" made things worse. It started as a coping mechanism but grew into a problem if its own. Lucas and El have been the biggest help in getting her to connect to her emotions again.

Lucas didn't come with any neurodivergence to start with, but hes picked up PTSD (on its way to CPTSD at this point) and generalized anxiety. He has a bad habit of not addressing his own issues though so those only worsen with time.

Erica has narcissistic personality issues. This is due to her mother being constantly at work and prior to season 3 her brother being away with his friends for long periods of time. She largely got left to fend for herself, and therefore thinks of herself first. She gets better with time and love from the Party, but its still there.

Steve had abandonment issues a mile wide. Its why he'll never leave a single person behind if he can help it and why he's so fiercely protective of the people he cares for. There is nothing worse in the world to him than being left behind, uncared for. He also has a tendency to be very physically affectionate with loved ones for the same reason.

Nancy has eldest sibling syndrome, as well as an intense fear of failure and anxiety. Of all of them, she masks the most convincingly, so much so that even most of The Party don't know she feels like she does. Mike, Will and Jonathan know, but they're about the only ones.

Robin has autism as well. She's also pretty good at masking, but she has a hard time with social cues, she tends to say the God's honest truth as soon as it hits her head, and she knows way more about linguistics than any neurotypical person would reasonably want to. Also she has a living, breathing, vendetta against the texture of plastic table cloths.

Jonathan has depression, hands down. He's coping with it as best he can, but it weighs him down hard. He had to grow up way too fast, and in a home with a severely abusive father. He tries not to let anyone else take notice of it, he doesn't want anyone to worry about him of all people but Nancy, Will and oddly Argyle do.

Argyle notices because he also has depression, but the kind that hides behind an easy smile and funny one liners. Its part of why he smokes. The weed does an alright job of treating the depression so he can continue on.

Eddie is an Aud-hder. Hes got autism and ADHD. Boy wouldn't know a social norm if it bit him. He stopped trying to fit in early on and while some part of him still hurts about not being able to, he owns himself. Unfortunately this being undiagnosed and untreated means he doesn't do well in school and probably has low self esteem tied to those kinds of things. He won't show it though. He masks just as hard as Nancy does, though his is crafted differently.

[shinshoyu]

i genuinely feel like i haven't been "living" since like... new years this year. my ex fucked me up so bad i haven't been able to draw or write or exist without thinking about how fucking worthless i am because he just dropped me so fucking quick. i'm so tired all the time i feel like all i've been doing is simply existing and getting through the day. i have had so much trouble trying to keep up with friendships and friends and i feel like i'm constantly second in everyone's lives when it's not even like important if i am first in their life but it just. it feels like nobody truly enjoys my company. they tolerate it. you say you miss me yet when i'm there we don't do anything. we sit in awkward silence on our phones because i don't know how to be social. i haven't had the ability to talk to people or make friends since 3rd grade.

im so exhausted all the time. the drama at work is too much and too many things i just don't even want to know and then when i think i'm doing a good job i get slapped in the face and told i'm shit. and now schools kicking my ass because this is the first time i've been to an in person school since i was a literal child and now here i am, an adult in a child's mindset because i'm scared of the world. i'm so scared of everything i can barely leave my house or talk to new people so i talk to the same people but they move on. it feels like i'm never there with my friends anymore and it hurts so so much because i love them all so dearly but it feels like they don't love me the same.

like fuck i'm just so tired. i work at 6am, get home, drown in school, go to bed, repeat. i get max 5 hours of sleep and i haven't had any kind of hyperfixation or anything since last year and i don't know what to fucking do. i just feel so lost all the time. i don't have a "thing" to go to at the end of the day that i know will be there, i don't have a "thing" to help me cope with my emotions and i cant. cope. i cant! i cant exist and cope with life without some kind of hyperfixation or daydreams i have nothing. i feel like i have nothing except fucking weed. i get home and i smoke and i sleep.

i just want to stop feeling. i don't want to feel hopeless. i don't want to feel unhappy. i don't want to feel. i thought i was getting better and everything hits me like a truck again and throws me into the deep end. i just want to be somebody's #1. i want somebody to text me and hold me and cherish me like i cherish them. i want to peel your oranges and hang off your arm like a clingy iguana. i want to sit against you and enjoy your warmth. but you don't exist

[divinelyjude]

Things I wish I could say to 16 year old me

- don’t let dad make you feel like you’re not even good enough to try keeping up with your hygiene. Even if it’s not to his impossible standards, anything is better than nothing.

- stop trying to convince mom. She won’t understand until she Wants to understand. She doesn’t like being wrong, so the PowerPoint will have the opposite effect and make her stand her ground.

- you are not a bad person for having acne. But I know you still wish you didn’t have it, so let me tell you a secret. Less product is more, and you have dry skin not oily. Switch up your products every 2 years. Avoid micro beads like they’re going to Jill you in your sleep. Wash your face at least once a day.

- Brush Your Teeth or you’ll be down a molar. Also, they’re not going to schedule your follow up dentist appointment for the permanent cap so you might want to try to do it yourself. It sucks, I know, they’re supposed to care enough to do it. You’ll have to have your own back.

- use lotion dummy.

- for the love of gods don’t let mom find your witchcraft books. She’ll threaten to send you back to the psych ward.

- could you maybe hyperfixate on saving money? Instead of shoplifting AND spending?

- hold Gabe and Clark close. Buy them fancy cat food and treats. Tell them you love them.

- bitch you’ve got undiagnosed adhd atm and probably autism too so. When you think you’re being helpful. Say it in your head first. Think about it. It’ll save you from feeling like an asshole later on, I promise.

- DO NOT FUCK THE TACO BELL BOSS. D O N O T. Or do. It did snowball into you moving to a new town and finally making friends.

- but also. Weed is great, yeah. But dude, watch out. Mom was right about addiction running in the family.

- stay away from her as much as possible, even if you’re sharing a room. Thank me later.

- someone having the opposite name of you Is Not a sign they’re you’re soulmate. Running away in the middle of the night across the country does not work out like you think it would.

- take more walks. By yourself. Don’t tell anyone, aside for safety. Sit under a tree or by a stream.

- there’s an occult shop literally down the road from you but you never leave the house so. Again. Take more walks. Also take vitamin d you’re deficient of it enough without taking into account your hermit tendencies.

- if you’re in the backseat of a car outside a party and a guy starts walking towards the drivers door. Lock the doors. They didn’t lock them when they left you there.

- your tattoos are absolutely sick and you’re going to have so many, just like you wanted.

[gandalfs-mommy-milkers]

weed emoji for your discord <3 stolen from a pic off google that was stolen from an article that was stolen from who knows who

[Image Description: A photo of a seven-fingered marijuana leaf with a transparent background. End ID]

i already checked, it should be small enough in size to work on discord. wish i could use it in my server but its a mixed server (with minors and adults) and i felt weird about it...even though apple has beer and wine emojis....idk

[luwritesomething]

JJ MAYBANK HEADCANONS!!!

jj deserves the world i love him so much. i impulsively started a jj fic and most of these headcanons are canon in my fic. still i feel like these are not a lot so maybe there will be a second part?

edit:: second part!

warnings: child abuse ( we hate luke maybank ), underage drinking and use of drugs, swearing.

• can't play the guitar for shit but he's the best with drums. i'm telling ya.

• secretly loves taylor swift. he goes feral every time reputation plays.

• heavy metal and punk rock bands are always a yes on his playlists.

• jj has a different hand shake for every pogue. his favorite is the one he has with sarah.

• he binge-watched the office in less than a week.

• he's the type that has illegal, pirated netflix. or that shares an account with his friends but doesn't pay for shit.

• jj is a directioner, change my mind.

• great dancer.

• is afraid of seagulls, which is pretty funny considering he lives in an island.

• is a dyslexic motherfucker.

• i think that has been so headcanoned it's already canon.

• omg when this boy discovered chase atlantic... he couldn't shut up about them.

• i'm so sure music is an important part of jj's life. it's one of the few coping mechanisms he has, it allows him to leave the outer banks and his shitty household.

• jj doesn't read much, but macbeth was a school read and he did read it. he actually liked it a lot but never handed in the assigment that needed to be done with the reading of the book.

• he doesn't like horror/scary movies. they creep him out, even though he would never admit it.

• he has stolen all the rings he owns. jj hasn't bought any of them.

• by the way jj only steals from people he doesn't like.

• has HUGE respect for/to heyward. the man is a legend.

• when he was little, he used to like playing with dolls. his father slapped him when he caught him playing with his cousin's dolls, and then threw those away.

• jj was the kind of kid that always wore bandaids on his kneecaps and nose.

• he was horrible playing at football but his father forced him to train in the football team for like almost ten years.

• first trip he wants to do if he does ever get out of the outer banks is to hawaii. he has no reason, he just saw lilo & stitch when he was little and then a documentary about hawaii and he has that hyperfixation.

• also, jj has tons of hyperfixation that usually change every month. some of them remain longer, though.

• and you bet he is a disney kid.

• his favorite princess is jasmine because she's badass. and his favorite "prince" is aladdin, of course.

• knows by heart the lyrics to a whole new world.

• and to every disney movie ever, to be honest.

• he jams to old, surfer vibes songs.

• most of his clothes are thrifted or he has inherited them. first because it's cheaper, second because it's free.

• when he was little he wanted to be a doctor and then an astronaut. then, a doctor who was also an astronaut.

• as soon as he found out how difficult both careers were, he threw the idea away.

• looks up to his cousin ricky a lot. man is a legend to him.

• i headcanon jj either as a gemini or a leo. i accept no criticism about this.

• has like a shit ton of secret playlists on a secret account so no one stalks him.

• boy has anger issues.

• he doesn't quite like crabs.

• except for sebastian. wait no, sebastian's a lobster i think.

• "what do you mean the crab is looking you wrong?"

• "yeah, just look at it, john b! it's judging me with it's dark, cold eyes"

• "you're nuts, jj"

• bestie with sarah. BESTIE WITH SARAH.

• biggest fear: abandonment. he knows all his friends are some day going to move out of that island and he is going to end up alone.

• believes in love at first sight.

• wants to fall in love so badly.

• if he could go back in time and change to who he lost the v-card, he would.

• beer >>> vodka.

• he doesn't even liked weed, he just likes the numb, happy feeling.

• he wanted a dog when he was little and his father told him that "if it cannot pee on the toilet, it can't live on a house"

• he considered training the dog to make it pee on the toilet, john b convinced him it wasn't going to work.

• jj maybank is a dreamer.

• i just wanted to make that clear.

[nitroish]

I already commented on ur post asking for asks so just in case u didn’t see.

How do u figure out ur art style?

How did you drak fabric so well?

How do you draw body types so good?

Can you show me how to do the shiny effect you use for armor or golden stuff?

How do you draw such intricate people?

what is one of your first Zelda memories?

what are some Zelda core memories?

when did you come across the linked universe fandom?

I am also working on a au, it’s on my page and you shouldn’t have to scroll far, but long story short it’s called

linked universe: broken chain

and I was wondering if you had any ideas for additions to the new chain of links?

also there’s more details I’m thinking about posting later for the au, but if you have any design ideas for characters then I would love to hear/see them

also:what is your favorite OUTFIT(not person) to draw?

what one do you think is the prettiest or coolest? what one do you think looks funky/off? Is there anything you would change? What feels weird about them?

sorry if that’s too many questions, but you needed a distraction so I provided, I know ur probably not feeling good right now so I just want to make sure your at least happy, I know what it feels like to need to keep your mind from wandering. But also:

I hope to the golden three you’ve been feeding, watering, cleaning, medicating, sleeping, and generally taking care of yourself because i might pop though my iPad, through the internet, through whatever your using to read this, and into your room to strangle you and take care of you my self because you deserve it! You make so many people happy with your art and interactions and it sucks to know your in a less than great mood to say the least. So take this as you will, but more importantly take care of yourself and get some sleep, because I know you are probably reading this at fuck o clock at night. *makes pointed, intense metaphorical eye contact* I mean it, try and take care of thine bitch self. *smacks you with affection*

ill toss my reply under a read more since its a long ask eheh

ive already answered the questions in response to the reply you sent to the post and i greatly appreciate all the questions youve offered !!

what is one of your first Zelda memories? playing skyward sword !! i really REALLY enjoyed the wing ceremony - the introduction to flight using motion controls was one of my favourite things. i could spend hours flying around and using the wii-mote to pick a direction or flap the wings. it was gorgeous in my eyes as well. skyloft was a safe spot that i did not really leave, i was less interested in the rest of the game aside from faron. twilight princess as well !! i quite enjoyed running around on epona or in the wolf form. i did not get much done in either game, but i was mostly there for the sights, anyway.

what are some Zelda core memories? zeldacore memories ... my grandparents have an orchard that we would go pick from. sometimes if the apples werent good they would take us to a public orchard to pick apples there. when i was a kid i would grab a sword [ foam, of course ] and go out with my sister and we would hack down weeds and also pretend to battle one another to protect fake kingdoms that we would make up on the spot upon being questioned about it JFGHDFG we enjoyed running around and hiding in the orchard from one another. the same grandparents had some woods back behind their house, we'd go take walks through there sometimes and skuttle around thru the weeds and such.

when did you come across the linked universe fandom? mmm thats a good question. im pretty sure it was the start of 2019-ish? maybe 2020? im not very good with dates, but i knew of lu before i joined the server [ im no longer in that server tho ] !! i didnt really get into the fandom or whatever side of things until later, seeing as i was obsessing over loz at the time and ended up finding lu as an extension of that hyperfixation :)

what is your favorite OUTFIT(not person) to draw? i would have to say im biased towards my legend design's outfit !! i like adding details and embroidery to it. if we went with JUST canon lu outfits i would say im biased towards hyrule or twilight's :)

what one do you think is the prettiest or coolest? same answer as above !! my own for legend, but hyrule and twilight are pretty neat lookin. for Pretty i would have to say four - his tunic is rather ornate, especially when it comes to the embroidery in each square.

what one do you think looks funky/off? is there anything you would change? what feels weird about them? honestly i think wind's could do with some updates and upgrades, but im not entirely the best at designing characters either. his model has definitely gotten better over time though !! i think its the shirt and pants. i havent played his game(s?) so i couldnt entirely give answers on what i would change.

and i GREATLY appreciate the questions and your concern. youve no reason to apologize - im quite honoured tht u took the time to even type any of this out to send to me !! i am doing my best with what ive got currently, but rest assured im caring for myself just fine !! i definitely was readin that at fuck-o-clock at night ( and am answering this at the same time, if not worse !! its 5am just about now )

ill be heading off to bed here soon, but i have been thinkin on how to respond to this HDFGGDG no need for the smacks of affection, tho appreciated!! ill be cozied up and asleep soon enough :)

as for your au; ill check it out when i wake !! im sure its fascinating, feel free to toss an ask again on some information / the ideas behind it in here :)

have a good night / day !! here is to hopefully better times in the future