#Glass Pipes for Smoking Crystal

[southeastvape-info]

Glass Pipes for Smoking Crystal

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[ornii]

Arcane, Chapter 4: Things have changed, you? No..

The endless darkness had been inviting for so long, but finally there is a chance to return.

Sitting on a floating island upon the endless cosmos, (Y/n) was still alive, years had passed, he had grown. Mastering the crystal that exploded and had infused his body with this unstable power.

Standing at the edge of the island, covered in rags and robes, he extended his metal arm, sigils etched into the rusted metal hummed blue energy and began to shake, evoking what power his body had, the fabric of the world itself began to warp at a disturbing rate. It was trying to tear itself back to the real world, but no avail. The blue light fizzled and he slumped down exhausted, he punched the ground out of more frustration itself, and escape so far away, until the darkness begin to crackle with blue electricity, a large amount of energy was being used, somewhere. It didn’t matter, it was time.

(Y/n) stood up and put his hand in the air, he begins to use said energy, opening his arm up like a lighting rod, as the electricity stuck his arm, his eyes begin to shift to a soaring bright blue, power surged further and further until his arm was shaking, barely containing the energy like a bottle about to burst, with one movement, he then threw his hand forward, the force made a shockwave of energy so intense it made a small but visible tear, into a laboratory. it didn’t matter where, just not here.. (Y/n) leapt into it without hesitation, his body felt the rush of light, pressure and heat, and swiftly landed on the ground of a cool laboratory.

Placing his feet on the cold floor (Y/n) looked around, his eyes dimly lit by the light, he saw two men, stunned by his arrival, it’s obvious he’s still in Piltover. If he’s back, then he only has one goal, find powder and Vi, turning to the large glass window he extended his arm and the energy began to gather once more, with a single snap of his finger, he blasted another shockwave of blue energy hits the glass and shattered it, he leapt out of the window, regardless of how far the fall is, and it was far, as he fell he slammed his hand into the wall and began to slow his descent scarring the tower he slowed down and leapt into the waters, taking him away to hide in piltover.

Gasping for air, he washes up near the sewer pipe leading down to piltover, before he can be swept up he gripped the platform above and pulled himself up next to the pipe, and rested, seeing the blue sky, vibrant colors, finally. Leaning against the pipe, he fell asleep for hours. His eyes open to the smell of smoke, something was burning, his eyes dart upwards to the smoke rising further in Piltover. He rushed to the location, flames consume a tent, blazing. His eyes quickly shifted to the drawing made of the fire into the tent, it was a monkey, just like.. Powders.

“Is… is that?” He stepped closer, deep rooted memories began to replay, fear, anger and frustration all began to flow once more, but the coughing of a woman caught him off guard. He peered in and saw her, on the ground, flames around her. With little hesitation he ran in, he saw a wooden beam had fallen upon her chest, He gripped the beam with his arm and hurled it off and put the woman on his shoulders and ran with her out of the fire. Lying her on the ground he looked her up and down, besides the smoke and slight burns, she’ll be fine. She was dressed as an officer, Footsteps storm near his direction and he can assume the others are here. (Y/n) ran off, leaving the woman to be tended by the officers.

That woman, was Caitlyn, Lady of House Kiramman. The next morning came and She was knelling down. looking at a board of plans, all sticking together to a singular goal -a goal she just hasn’t been able to piece together, twirling a pistol she overlooks them, and hears a shuffling behind her.

“I said leave me, Jayce.” She sounded upset, and when the figure didn’t reply, she quickly turned around and aimed her gun, it was (Y/n), reading the note from the large bouquet of flowers. “To Lady Kiramman.” He said, and turned his hooded face to her.

“Who are you? How did you get it?” She demanded to know, (Y/n) calmly turned to face her, “Your windows, and could you please put you gun down? If I wanted you dead I would have let you die in that tent.” He said, and Cait was caught off guard.

“It was.. you.” She huffed, (Y/n) nodded. “Yes, you were investigating it, I want to help.”

“And why should I believe that?”

“Saving your life wasn’t enough?” He replied, and sighed, “The man you’re looking for is part of Silco’s gang. Probably using the explosives someone I know…” he said, and it began to piece together.

“I've suspected there is a single mind

behind the undercity's violence…I think whoever attacked the square

is our suspect.” Cait lowered her gun and showed him the display she had, all plans link together.

“The same symbols showed up at the botched smuggling operation at the Hexgates.”

“The Hexgates?” He had no idea what that was.

“Keep up.” She points to the maps dark end.

“All this time, they've kept their dealings

localized to the undercity. Low priority. The attack on the square changes things. They've overstepped. If I can figure who made the explosives, it could lead me directly to whoever's behind it all. The answer is here, staring me in the face.” Cat droned on, and (Y/n) smugly folds his arms.

“I guess that would be me..” (Y/n) walked over, and knelt down to look at the map. “It’s been a while since I was there, but I can remember a few faces.. especially ones that work with Silco, if what you’re saying is true.. we find the guy, and.. “chat” with him.

(Y/n) made the offer and extended his metal arm. “(Y/n)” he said, Cait reluctantly shook the cool metal hand.

“..Caitlyn, and fine, but you are going dressed like that, and you reek.”

“I haven’t taken a decent shower in years..” he said, Cait folds her arms as well. “Then you’re going to, and get a new assortment of clothes, my father could spare some, you look to fit the size. Cait took his hood off and she got a good look at his face, half of it had a scar along from the eyebrow down to his lip. His eye now glistening like a crystal is behind it. Cait was quickly surprised and stepped back. “I’m sorry I didn’t—“

“Don’t worry about it, where your shower or whatever.” He put his hood back on, Cait lead him to it, without her parents knowing of course.

Now dressed in a more casually style, ankle high boots, thick leather leggings and a button up navy blue shirt and vest combo, he tops it off with a black tie and overcoat, taking a single glove he puts it on his metal arm to avoid suspicion. Cait peers into the room.

“Done? We have to go..” she saw him in the moonlight, the way his eyes shine so beautifully, he nods, “yeah.. let’s go.”

Standing before the warden, (Y/n) kept his hood on and allowed Cait to speak.

“I need to speak with one of the inmates.” She said, the Warden at the desk looked them up and down, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, folks in here aren't usually very talkative…” he said, scribbling on his paper

“This one was hit by friendly fire. He's got reason to talk. Must have been sent in today?” She asked and he thought.

“Oh. Inmate 2135. Yeah, I'm, uh, afraid that's not possible.” He admits, (Y/n)’ jerked his head up to the Warden.

“Why not?” (Y/n) asked, the Warden looks at his papers, and taps on one.

“Uh, well, there's been...an incident.” He said, Cait and (Y/n) glance at each other and then back to him.

“What kind of incident?” Caitlyn asks.

“The...not so pretty kind.”

“You don't understand, we have to talk to him.” Caitlyn attempts to use some form of reason with the warden, whose hands were tied.

“Oh, you'll be able to. As soon as he can move his jaw again.” He replied, and (Y/n) thought, “this guy… he just got to the prison, couldn’t have made any enemies, so who did it must have known…” (Y/n) grasped what his brain was trying to relay.. whoever attacked the man must have known who he already was.. one of Silco’s men.”

“Who assaulted him?” (Y/n) asked. And the Warden could oblige with that.

The Duo entered the cell block and calmly but carefully walked down the hall to the Cell of the assailant. Loud thuds echo down the hall, sounds like someone’s taking their frustrations out on someone, or something. The pounding grew closer and closer, until the final cell door it was beating with force. (Y/n) and Caitlyn reached the cell block, and the pink hair in the dim room said enough to who it is. (Y/n)’s eyes couldn’t believe it and leaned forward his face reaching the cell bars. Vi turned around, and looked at them both.

“…Who the hell are you?”

[kedsandtubesocks]

this high of you & me

Lucien Flores x F!Reader

summary: Lucien Flores is your weed dealer and you think that’s about it

warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI. dealer!Lucien AU, drug use and discussion, shotgunning, sweet giggly moments, mentions of unspecified age gap (reader’s age is not mentioned but Lucien is older) reader and Lucien under the influence but he’s still a consent king, one use of ‘good girl,’ light making out

word count: 1.4k

a/n: I wrote this in a possessed fever after that clip & I know this might not reflect his personality once the movie comes out but I just had to I’m sorry, thank you to @lowlights & @tightjeansjavi for letting me scream about this and if you decide to read this - know I’m thanking you a million times

His house is an eclectic mess.

There’s a framed photo of Gustav Klmit’s ‘The Kiss’ beside a black light poster of a tiger. His awful leather black couch screams of a bachelor refusing to grow up.

“All I have to drink is bad tap water, ginger ale, or a mini grey goose sample.” Lucien yells from his kitchen.

“Uh, the ginger ale is fine.” You answer back.

This is the first time you’ve ever been alone with him.

Normally you’ve only experienced him with your best friend and his boyfriend. They’re the ones, through a friend of a friend, who introduced you to Lucien.

That’s how he became your dealer.

Now as you try to seem busy, you scan the book shelves in his living room.

There are many things that catch your eye -

The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo, a very abstract but suggestively sexual mini sculpture of two beings entangled in a type of wave like motion, a clear quartz crystal and a cute elephant figurine.

The man known as Lucien Flores is no short close to a chaotic puff of smoke you think you’re never meant to catch.

Behind you, you hear him rearranging things on his coffee table.

“You gonna joint me, or not?”

His pun makes you snort.

On the glass coffee table sits your drink among a cluttered collection of things.

“You asked for the usual right?” He mutters preparing everything like someone out a check out counter.

“Yeah, but I can go after you give me the- ”

“No, no it’s all good.” He reassures quickly, cutting you off. “I got nothing planned and company is always nice.”

He packages up the weed in the typical baggies he uses. This time they're holographic blue, almost matching his charming but strange vibes in a strange way.

“What happened to the dragon ball z themed bags you had?” You ask jokingly.

“Ran out.” He pouts and you grin.

After separating and packing up everything, he moves to start grinding the weed. Then with a click on his remote his stereo flows to life.

Frank Ocean’s ‘Pink + White’ begins playing and illuminates the room.

Small talk comes. Lucien asks about how work is going, any new shows you’ve gotten into.

He’s charming, like a bizzare off highway tourist attraction you can’t seem to leave.

“No need to sit on the floor. Come on. Spots open right here.” Lucien grins patting the couch beside him.

“Your couch is a pain, hate how it sticks to me.” You reply with a scrunch up face.

“Maybe I want you to keep sticking to it?” He offers light and you roll your eyes.

Being a notorious flirt, you try not to fall under his sweet words spell.

You’re about to make a quip back until you see him yank out a fuzzy blanket and spread it across the couch.

“What a gentleman.” You dryly smirk and Lucien shrugs.

But you rise up to sit besides him, close but not comfortably so.

“How much extra is this gonna cost me hm?” You muse watching him pack the bowl.

“Don’t you know the old saying, pretty babes don’t pay?” Lucien remarks so effortlessly.

Your throat gets a bit dry and you’re thankful for the ginger ale wetting your lips.

The lovely glass pipe, swirled with so many unique colors like the silk button up shirts Lucien wears, is handed to you.

“You first.” Lucien grins.

He even lights it for you, a modern day chivalrous knight in his own fucked up unique way.

The first inhale is always a favorite of yours. The smoke fills you, tickles your senses. But you can’t help but cough a bit.

“That’s the good stuff, huh baby?”

The phrasing and how smug his voice purrs out is dangerous.

“It’s one of the new strands I’ve been wanting to try. S’called ‘girl scout cookie.’ Pretty sweet name huh? But kinda makes me wish I could eat some right about now, ya know.” Lucien rambles as you hand the pipe back to him.

You at least appreciate how talkative and alluring he is. Between passing the pipe back and forth to him, you’re pulled into discussions about aliens, music and then, YouTube videos.

“No,” you giggle. “You gotta see this one.”

“If it’s another sad cat video I’m gonna cry and kick you out.” He pouts and you’re overcome with the urge to lean forward and kiss the furrow in between his brows.

You can’t deny how handsome he is. Like, ridiculously so. You know he’s older but there’s a youthfulness to him that’s reassuring. Like his spirit will always stay free. But you know that also seems dangerous after hearing about the list of exes he had from your best friend’s friend.

So very cautiously you tread into this new territory, whatever it is.

You lean closer, hold your phone up and show him your favorite go to funny video.

You can’t even stop the giggles. You wanna blame the weed, but it’s so hard not to laugh even without it. You’re overcome with glee and lean against Lucien’s shoulder. His shoulders shake and you hear the most adorable twinkling giggle.

He’s laughing.

“See!” You urge. “Told you it’s funny!”

“It’s not that! It’s you! You’re making me laugh.” He wheezes out and your heart flutters.

“Then I’ll stop laughing so you can stop laughing and watch!” You reply back determined.

So pressing your lips together, you rewind the video. You and him stay silent. Or you try to. Your lips twitch so terrible wanting to break.

Then Lucien’s shoulders shake again. In seconds you’re both busting out laughing. Your poor phone is forgotten.

This time he howls with an infectious joy and you feel it in your gut, in your bones.

“You weren’t supposed to laugh!” You chide him through the giggles.

“You weren’t either!” He cackles.

You realize you’re practically draped against him, and Lucien even fully leans back into you.

The smoke, the drug, coats everything in a smokey soft haze and with the high creeping its way into your mind, a molteness seeps into you

Lucien smells so good too, clean, cozy, but also like a cologne you wish you could pinpoint.

“Thanks, it’s dolce and gabbana.” Lucien replies.

Your face ignites in flames realizing you must have spoken your thoughts out loud.

You’re about to scramble out from this mess when you peer up and find Lucien staring. His earth soil eyes, softly dusted with a rosy color, hazily watch you.

“Y’smell good too.” He mumbles back.

“Thanks, it’s my fabric softener.” You tell him.

Lucien busts out laughing, a bright firework of a thing and you once again get caught up in how wildly warm he is.

Shaking his head he shifts to grab the pipe.

But his hand slides to rest against your thigh, like it’s a small way of saying don’t move, don’t leave.

And you don’t.

“You wanna try something fun?” He offers.

“Sure.” You don’t know what you might have just agreed too.

Lucien maneuvers, slides his large warm hand to your face and your heart stops. He tilts your head towards him and his thumb softly rubs against you.

“You trust me?”

The soft lull of Frank Ocean continues playing in the background softening this world around you.

You don’t even know if this man has a middle name or not, but you know him enough, or mainly, find yourself wanting to melt more into him.

So you nod quietly.

“Good girl, just keep your mouth open.”

That line takes your breath away.

You have an idea of what’s coming, but even with that, you crumble.

Lucien inhales from the pipe, filling his mouth with smoke. In a blur he moves. It’s like you blink and he’s all around you.

His hand on your face, his body pressed up flush against you and then, his face slowly moving towards you.

With his lips open, he breathes the smoke into your waiting mouth and your eyes shut in bliss. His lips graze against yours, a tease.

You inhale on instinct. Yet your hands move on their own, possessed, to run against his warm broad chest.

Once the smoke is in your mouth and you hold it in, allowing this mixture of the smoke and him to consume you. You also don’t miss the way Lucien himself breathes out.

Then before you can close your mouth, he lets his tongue gently swipe at your top lip, a kitten-like lick.

But it’s divine.

When a soft whine escapes you, Lucien effortlessly dives in to kiss you, cradling your face and steals your breath away again.

Making out with your dealer could probably be one of the dumbest decisions ever. But he’s a unique high of his own, one making you so dizzy, but you think you don't want it to end just yet.

So you melt into this smoke and into him.

And it’s otherworldly bliss.

[gunclaw]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐘

" so, you're tellin' me you took a liking to one of your clients and took him back to yours for a little extra ‘product’ ?! "

𒄬࣪݁ ˖ geto suguru x dealer!reader

contents. smut with some plot, no sex just eating out (hottest thing a man can do), petname (doll), mention of drugs, use of drugs, not proofread, eng isn’t my first language, bit of fluff here and there ✧ w.count 1.1k

a/n sorry this was a late post, i've been holding it for sooo long because writing smut is not easy for me. anyways, this was the most requested on my poll, requests are still open in my inbox !

also in the story i was supposed to mention that c.meth increases your sex drive buuuttt i forgot so..

+ i appreciate any reblogs and likes 💛

THE TRADE-OFF | 2:09PM

ᡴ੭ your apartment was only could only be so 'big', cramping you up, object between object along your boxes of carts. it was a mess, clothes everywhere and probably even some specs of white powder from previous clients. i mean who could blame you? you were only trying to juggle between a job and studies; to which you barely cared for anyway.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your parents would be disappointed, sighing at the sight of your marks in contrast to the others in your batch. they wouldn't say anything specific — no — they would just ask how were doing, if something was distracting you; and something was. when you got into the business, it was only out of necessity, money was running low; now you do it out of habit, running back to the drugs you produced to test and sell.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀test and sell. that's all you had to do. no need to interact with your buyers, no need to give them more than what they ask for, - who is that benefitting? - and definitely no need to be staring at them longer than demanded. you hadn't meant to do it on purpose; gripping the pack while you stared at that loose string of hair in front of his face. where had this man been hiding?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"uh, sorry was that not enough?" he awkwardly pointed accordingly to the couple tens in your hand, still tugging at the plastic bag of crystal. "miss?" he leaned closer, trying to snap you out of whatever trance you were clearly trapped in. it took you a couple blinks, but you were out — finally — and gave him the drugs in exchange for sixty (even though it costs well over a hundred, especially since it was c.meth).

⠀⠀⠀⠀he waved goodbye, saving you from that god awful embarrassing encounter. you often forgot what was considered a good time to speak, this post-shame event certainly not being one of them. "I've got more back at my place," your finger leads behind you, unreliably locating your dorm, "its on the house."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"can't deny a smoke with a pretty lady," he turned back and smiled slightly, trailing behind as you walked (desperately trying to brush of the fact that he just complimented you). the whole time you two followed the rough concrete pathway towards your dorm, it was silent. "ah, you aren't trying to kill me are you?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀you shook your hands, as well as your head, denying his (obviously sarcastic) joke, "n-no! i would never.. uhm." in response, he only chuckled, looking at the way that comment strung you nervous. nearing your dorm, you had realised how messy you left it; you were sure that if the guy stepped inside, he would only be met with cups and dishes in every corner of the room, — and what's worse — was how hot the guy was. in an attempt to distract him, you overloaded the poor guy with questions.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"what's your name?"

"suguru."

"uh huh, first or last?"

"first."

"what's your last?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"geto- what exactly are you trying to do?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀finally getting a hold of the glass structure, designed for the crystal, underneath a pile of untouched textbooks, you threw one in his hand and continued searching for the other. "aha!" your hand shot up, clutching the twin bowl pipe, unaware of how much of a loser you looked (especially with the checkered pattern lied across your unbuttoned shirt; acting as a jacket)

PAYMENT | 6:27PM

how long had you two been wasting away on your thrifted couch? how long was this going to last? you examined his every move: following those sleepy eyes when he made even the smallest remark about your looks. he laughed, smoke dragging out his mouth. fuck, he was hot. at this point, you didn't know if it was the drugs talking or if was just, you. "sooo, how are you going to repay me?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀what was that? a fucking joke (not a good one definitely)? "thought it was on the house, doll," he took another hit — this time from your own pipe — as you palmed your forehead, "why? you looking for something else?" he blew the smoke onto the crevice between your head and shoulder. it was definitely the drugs talking. his tongue reached your neck, sending a cold shiver down your body while he lapped and sucked.

⠀⠀⠀⠀his body shifted on closer, the smell of his musk, vanilla cologne emitting from his hair. imagine how devastated your parents would be if they found out your time to time 'hobby' led to this? he was gentle with you, caressing your jaw while you felt his own creeping down your body. his unoccupied hand took out the tie in his hair, letting down the manbun that drove you crazy in the first place.

⠀⠀⠀⠀this wasn't like those wild-going porn scenes you would see online, no this was far, far more intimate (at least in your eyes). What was it about the way he touched you? Was it how confident he was; expertly navigating his way down your body? He had you clawing at his scalp, mouth crossing against your warm skin as he unbuttoned those nerdy, skinny jeans of yours.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he knelt on the carpeted floor, flashing you a comforting smile and staring up and down between your face and soaked panties, before pulling your sense of cover down. at some point when you closed your eyes or when he smiled, his lips started placing small kisses around your cunt; making you fully unravel, contorting your face at the feeling. it didn't help when he drew in your clit and soon, started dipping inside you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"mhh.. want you suguru"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"no doll, this is only for you. not me" he mumbled, sending vibrations to your bundle of nerves. you tried to close your thighs at the sudden sensitivity, but his hands kept them open; the tip of his fingers digging into the fat of your cutis. geto wasn't the type of man to study bills and divide it with you to the dollar, you could tell he would look after you; spoiling you rotten and finishing it off with something like this.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he was driven inside, his tongue pushing against the rigid but gummy walls of your pussy until he finally found your sweet spot. the way you arched towards him was a pointer, or maybe it was when he felt how you clenched around him. he curled his tongue, shoving it deeper each time he writhed inside you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀oh my god. "f-fuck geto!" you had made an effort to push his forehead back and (fortunately) failed. his lips were glued to you, sweat from his cheeks accumulating and sticking to your legs. uncontrolled moans were escaping your throat as he pressed firmly against your g-spot and executing that last straw. you had been far gone from him; shaking as you released on his palate.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"you alright?" for some reason, there weren't any lewd thoughts in your mind. it was ust him and the way he made you feel so good. you came to the conclusion that it wasn’t the drugs, and that you has been absolutely infatuated with your client, suguru geto.

[writers-potion]

Haunted House Inspo & Vocab

The haunted house kept its ghosts for the same reason people keep a strong dog, to guard and to love, to ease the lonely hours.

In that historic home there was a haunting of the old fashioned kind. The remedy is light rather than any incantation. Yet not all at once, not the flourishing of window coverings, yet as their slow removal until the ghosts feel safe to let themselves evaporate, to leave the house in good and loving hands.

In that haunted house Jessy held out her hands, soaking up the ghosts that screamed, drawing them into her blood. She felt them circulate right through her heart and become ever quieter whispers.

The spirits come to process the pain of the haunted house, to show it can invite its own ghosts to leave, to teach it how to feel safe once more in the world that is every day reality for everyone else.

The ghost you see is attempting to bring light into the haunted house with her gentle glow. For this reason she has long shunned her own passage to the light, to pass on, to help the house recover and find its good future. So show them that you are that person, that you are the good keeper of the keys, and the house will be forever free of these guardian spirits.

Sight

Dust, cobwebs, sheets on furniture, broken tables, chairs, windows, lamps, peeling wallpaper

gaps in the floorboards, holes in the walls

flickering lights (if there’s electricity) chandelier with broken strings of crystals

broken glass on the floor, spiders, cockroaches, rust, mildew, ripped curtains, shadows, gloomy staircases, old portraits & paintings, cracked

Sounds

footsteps on the stair, creaking doors, window shutters rattling on the outside

wind scattering/rustling paper through a broken window gap

words whispered in ear, screams, crying, wailing laughter, glass smashing

the scrap of a chair moving, the scritch of tree branches scraping at the windows, rats squeaking, movement in the walls

Smells

Phantom perfume or cologne, burning smells

pipe or cigarette smoke, mildew, rot, dank, rusty or metallic smells

wet wood and stone, rancid breath

yeasty beer smell, food, dust, dry rot, rat/mice feces, urine

Tastes

Sour & dry mouth from fear

dust floating in the air and coating the tongue

salty tears

Touch

A phantom hand on the shoulder

the puff of breath on the earlobe or the back of the neck

the sensation of being grabbed on the arm, pushed, pulled, pinched, poked, slapped, burned, a feeling of light-headedness and nausea

hair rising on arms or the back of the neck

the body’s reaction to a drop in temperature (chills, shivering, breath puffing out)

Adjectives

chilling

ghastly

grim

hair-raising

moonlit

nightmarish

petrifying

repulsive

gut-clencher

bone-chilling

ghoulish

unearthly

uncanny

other-wordly

enchanted

sinister

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[hyunsvngs]

hey baeee

so im def a stonerslut and im glad we have established hanji as the designated stoner of skz, maybe felix too w his special brownie recipes lol,

but i was wondering if we’ve established any other stoner hc’s for any of the other boys? one of mine is definitely hyun, mostly taking place in a college au (dare i say stoner hyunsung roommate bffs) LMAO bro def sparks up and finishes his art projects in the dead of night <33

oh felix and his special brownie recipes. i'm also a stonerslut getting stoned tonight actually and i know this has been sitting in my inbox for a while but it feels RIGHT answering it right now.

so because i'm delusional and a stoner ANYWAy. (also please please send me more stoner skz asks because i really want to write more about these) and thank to bby mayu @jyu037 for helping <3

chan who definitely smokes regular joints and is a fucking master at rolling them. has the fun coloured papers and swears to god that weed makes him make better music. he also swears it makes blowjobs better so obviously you have to give him one everytime you're both high despite the cotton mouth LOL. likes to bottom when he's high!! always cums so quickly but he just keeps going, he just wants more. not too loud, quiet little whimpers here and there.

minho who smokes in his room to destress at night and definitely ends up jerking off. when you two get together, you both hit the bong together and fuck stoned regularly and it changes your lives. he'd have a stupid little smile on his face and just be grinning at you like a freak. soft giggly sex with minho when he's high and he'd be moaning so loud like a fucking pornstar because it feels so good! hyper focused on your ass. smokes strains that make him kinda lazy so he just likes to lay there and use lots of toys on u <3

changbin who would just be so fucking sexy smoking man. like imagine him sat relaxed in a tight fitting t-shirt smoking a j? no i'm literally clenching. i can imagine him with one of those cute little pipes too and i also think changbin could be a bong man. definitely wants you on his lap when you smoke so he can put the joint to your lips and also smoke you out lol. probs shoves his hand up your skirt while you sit in his lap with that sexy little downturned smile. definitely hits it from the back while he smokes his joints and probably rolls FAT blunts too

hyunjin who yes 100% does get high and finishes his art in the middle of the night. i see hyunjin with a small little glass bong orrr a crystal pipe? and he likes to get high and finish his paintings because in the morning it's probably just a bunch of colours on the page but he swore it was a masterpiece the night before. definitely gets all giggly and blushy too! and gets extreme munchies. also high hyune who paints on you because he likes the colours. drools all over you when he fucks you high and gets so sloppy, keeps cumming inside and just can't stop fucking you

jisung who's a horny high. can't roll for shit and makes chan pack the bong for him too lol. he weirdly knows everything about every single fucking strain and would love to grow a few plants of his own just for personal use because he somehow knows everything about that too. CERTIFIED STONER. probs palms his cock unashamed in the studio when 3racha get high and chan and changbin r just used to it. if you two got high together he'd NEED to eat you out, not above begging for it and gets so pussy drunk!! if you fucked high he would cum two pumps in and not even be ashamed, groaning all "that's what good pussy does." and continues to fuck you senseless LMAOO

felix with his weed brownies yeah!! he'd probably make weed cookies too, or like little weed red velvet cupcakes?! he's so cutie. i honestly think he prefers edibles to actual joints or smoking it in general, but if changbin's got a joint going he'll steal a few tokes. maybe changbin smokes him out too lol idk (i'm going fucking crazy). likes to watch cute little cartoons and disney films when he's high and get all bundles up in blankies :( alsooo usually not horny but then he tries a strain like wedding cake and gets so hard. just starts rocking ur shit and won't stop until ur shaking and empty minded and he's still hard. it's like viagra

seungmin who is definitely a very chill stoner. definitely does it to de-stress and everytime you piss yourself laughing over something he just does a little chuckle he's not bothered. and he definitely talks about the meaning of life and conspiracy theories. meeeean sex like he's usually mean but when he's high he's so much more condescending. takes it as far as stepping on you and spitting on your face. miiiind blowing sex and then the aftercare is him asking you how you think stonehenge got there

jeongin who is confused at first but an absolute menace after you smoke him out a couple times. you teach him how to roll if not only just to watch his hands and his tongue when he does it. definitely a pre rolled joint type of guy and only rolls when he's with you because you see it as foreplay. flirty, says the nastiest fucking shit when he's high and probably fucks your throat while smoking a pre roll, maybe even finishing it when he's got you on all fours for him... (might put it out on your asscheek). so loud, sloppy, messy. when the horny subsides he's got the munchies and begs you to make him instant ramen and then probably spills it on himself and burns himself with the soup

[galaxywarp]

Ongoing list of bad ideas I’ve been rejecting from my addict brain all week:

-I could totally smoke meth only on weekends

-I could buy a meth pipe to hold. Just to hold. Not to smoke

-I could just go into the old gas station I used to buy my pipes at and stare longingly at them through the glass for a bit (confirmed bad idea. Last time the clerk looked at me weird and I ended up leaving with a black and mild I didn’t want)

-I could say fuck it all and message my old friend “hey I know this is random but can I come over” and I know it’s 2am but he’s probably awake and he’d probably say yes and he’d hand me that pipe no questions asked

-I could try REALLY hard and see my old friend but NOT smoke meth with him. even though even thinking about him and his apartment triggers my entire fucking soul. If I just believe in myself super hard I’ll be good /lying

-I can be the first and only human to have a sustainable and healthy casual relationship with crystallized methamphetamines

-no seriously dude we’ll be good this time I promise. I can control it this time. Just on the weekends. Once a month. I know every time I said this before we went on a binge and didn’t sleep for six weeks straight but it’s different now I promiseeeeeee

-just a little crystal never hurt nobody /LYING

[wisdomofanemptyheart]

My brother thought he could discern the essential nature of the soul, snipe. You know I had to do it to him, snipe. My castle long, my experiments beyond fire and dark. I'm sick in the head. I'm on those Tseldoran crystal candy suckers. I'm smoking Shulvan kush through a glass pipe and blowing bubbles in a giant's head. This shit ain't nothing to me, man. I don't care if I go Hollow I ain't need to see the Humanity cost on that shit anyways. Call that pussy the Grave of Saints because I jumped in without a ladder and now I'm covered in rats. I'm moving like Varangian Faraam. Y'all gotta stop playing with me man, I threw estus shards in the Undead Crypt under Drangleic Castle. I pushed an elephant warrior through a Pharros lockgate. Don't be shy girl you know I love Mirran dueling masks. Don't matter how lit, how fresh, a mid will remain a mid. Check the box art, you stupid piece of shit; I'm Him.

Yung Hollow, knowing this, do you still desire peace?

[krscblw]

ghoul perfume associations pt. 2 (halloween edition)!

halloween ghouls! a little bit murderous, a little bit monstrous. is the slight scent of blood from the perfume or did the ghouls just get back from a hunt? who knows.

(i thought it would be fun to make a Halloween/fall edition of the ghoul perfume list I made before, so here it is! for most of these the first scent is a little bit out there, and the second is more wearable/lighthearted.)

cw: themes of death and injury, a lot of talk about blood and murder

Aeon

Notes: clean linen, lavender, marshmallows, blood. Aeon smells clean and gentle, but that cleanliness is tinged red and metallic on the edges. 

Perfumes:

Plutonian -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Soapy cleanliness sullied by blood and ashes.”

Sleepy Ghost -- Poesie Perfume

“Haunted by insomnia? Let this friendly ghost lull you to sleep with the blissful combination of marshmallow and lavender. You’ll be dreaming in no time!”

marshmallow pillows sprinkled with natural lavender essential oil and absolute for sweet dreams

Aether

Notes: amber, wood, blood. Aether smells warm and golden, resinous and a little bit spicy, like the ideal fall day spent lounging in front of the fireplace. But every so often you catch the edge of something that smells suspiciously like blood… 

Perfumes:

Blood Amber -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Slivers of warm, pulsating blood forever crystallized in golden amber resin.”

The Dead Rise -- Poesie Perfume 

“I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams. There was a dog howling all night under my window, which may have had something to do with it; or it may have been the paprika. — Jonathan Harker’s journal”

dark roasted coffee beans spiked with fresh cardamom pods, cubes of brown sugar, ambroxan, cedar

Alpha

Notes: leather, smoke, spices, rot. Alpha smells aggressive and dangerous – and he is. Of all of the ghouls, Alpha is the most likely to admit to his hobby of hunting unsuspecting Abbey visitors for sport. 

Perfumes:

Eau de Ghoul -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Dessicated skin coated in blackened ginger, cinnamon, and mold-flecked dirt, with cumin, bitter clove, leather, and dried blood.”

Hellfire -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“A scent celebrating Sir Francis Dashwood’s Order of the Knights of St. Francis of Wycombe, also known as the Hellfire Club. A swirl of pipe tobacco, hot leather, ambergris, dark musk and the lingering incense smoke from their Black Mass.”

Cirrus

Notes: dark fruits, musk, metal. Cirrus smells alluring enough that you can almost ignore the way her nails are a little too sharp, her smile a little too wild. Her idea of flirting is offering to help you hide a body, and you’re not sure she’s joking.

Perfumes:

The Enterprise of the Night -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Inspired by the opening pages of Circle of Blood. The scent of vice and darkness: flashing neon, oil-tinged petrichor, fading perfume, smeared lipstick, and the faintest touch of gunpowder residue.”

The Witch Queen -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Wild plum, red musk, tuberose, calla lily, heliotrope, pimento, ylang ylang and beeswax beneath a dark haze of sinister purple-hued incense smoke.”

Cumulus

Notes: florals, sugar, poisonous chemicals. Cumulus smells sweet, sugary in a way that gets stuck to your gums and makes your teeth ache. She has the face – and scent – of an angel, but something about the way her eyes follow you makes you uneasy. 

Perfumes:

Shelley, Byron, and Keats -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Uncompromising idealism, haunted romanticism, fatal ennui, and a heady amount of scandal and vice: red roses and pale carnation with a draught of laudanum, smears of opium tar, a hint of absinthe, and mercury ointment.”

Tiny Phantom -- Poesie Perfume

“You see it there in the glass, a tiny phantom - a glimpse of white in an otherwise dark room. But there’s no need to scream, and there’s no need to faint -- the thing in the darkness is you.”

innocent pink roses, marshmallow buttercream, pale white musk, antique mahogany

Dewdrop

Notes: dark fruits, smoke, ash. Dew smells like the remnants of a house fire that may or may not have been set on purpose. He smells like if you knew what was good for you, you wouldn’t let him out of your sight. 

Perfumes:

Djinn -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Myths surrounding the Djinn paint them as many things: benevolent champions of mankind and slaves to mad sorcerers, malicious incubi / succubi and energy vampires, or malevolent harbingers of madness and disease.” 

The scent of black smoke, of crackling flames, and smoldering ashes.

Silent Hill -- Spirit and Venom

“The combination of foggy air, deep fire smoke, dark pomegranate, and hints of overturned dirt and honey. Welcome to Silent Hill!” 

Ifrit

Notes: black tea, brimstone, incense. Ifrit smells dark and clinging, slinky in a way that sets you on edge. He smells like going to sleep and knowing you won’t wake up. 

Perfumes:

The Chapel -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“In the center of the room, a groveling figure is crouched before a woman draped in purple-black clerical robes. The woman’s eyes are filled with righteous hellfire, and she extends a hand in benediction to the man who has fallen prostrate at her feet. He murmurs, “Libera Te Ex Caelum”, and she gestures for him to rise. As he gets to his knees he winces in pain and moans in a strange expression of ecstasy, and you see small horns growing from his skull.”

Black incense, bitter wine, brimstone, bile, and blood.

Darkness -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Bottled gloom; the essence of oblivion. Blackest opium and narcissus deepened by myrrh.”

Mist

Notes: water, herbs, blood. Mist smells herbal and cold, like the transition of fall into winter. She smells a little bit sweet, a little bit metallic, a little bit dangerous. Her scent reminds you of rain so heavy and cold you can barely take a breath. 

Perfumes:

Frostbite with Polar Bear Attack -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Slashes of sleet punctured by a coppery gout of blood.”

Villa Diodati -- Poesie Perfume

“A stately house on the edge of Lake Geneva, ringed by Swiss Alps so picturesque they look painted on the sky, in 1816 Villa Diodati hosted a group of travellers whose time there would forever be marked in history. As storms raged outside, in its candlelit rooms Mary Shelley conceived of her mad scientist and his iconic monster. Down the hall, poor Doctor Polidori (who was hopelessly in love with Mary and possibly Byron), was penning a little story that would inspire another little story. Bram Stoker’s Dracula. You may have heard of it.”

pungent wild rosemary and fresh balsam pine, crystal clear lakewater, dry, dark vanilla

Mountain

Notes: greenery, earth, poisonous mushrooms. Mountain smells like crushed leaves, like little brown mushrooms, like the change in the air when the calender hits October. He smells earthy and damp, as if he spent the day digging holes… for plants, of course. Right?

Perfumes:

Sinister Groundskeeper -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“A menacing figure in grassy overalls and mud-flecked boots, with a wheelbarrow full of sharp yet rust-stained implements. At least, it looks like rust…”

Clods of moist soil, crushed dandelions, and the coppery clove-tang of dried blood.

Death Cap -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“A lethal poison bundled up in a dainty, innocent little package that was oft times found in ancient witches’ flying ointments and astral projection balms. A warm, soft, ruddy scent, earthy and mild.”

Nimbus*

Notes: peach, rose, blood. Nimbus smells sweet – slightly earthy, slightly metallic – but overwhelmingly like peaches that are so ripe they fall apart in your hands. She smells like the thorn bushes that shrikes impale their prey on – but there aren’t any corpses in her garden. Probably.  

Perfumes:

Sentence First, Verdict Afterwards -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Off with her head: white roses, tea roses, climbing roses, blood red roses, and a cluster of thorns, blood-spattered and sword-sharp, with clove bud and tobacco flower.”

Astaroth -- Fantome

“Ripe peaches, pumpkin flesh over a bed of red musk, honey cakes drizzled with white chocolate, & roasted pistachios.”

*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi

Omega

Notes: wood, amber, ink. Omega smells like the ghost of a once-warm sitting room. He smells like amber, like polished wood, like seeing something out of the corner of your eye and feeling watched for hours afterward. 

Perfumes:

Quintessence of Dust -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistine’s portrait.”

Parlour -- Fantome

“Parlour is an atmospheric fragrance that is inspired by a 19th century Parlour at the height of the Spiritualism movement. Conjuring the dimly-lit rooms filled with dusty spirt boards, sweet wood, and magic.”

A darkly polished mahogany rapping table, spirit boards, sweet rosewood chests, burning incense, and a hint of vetiver

(i have this one and i love it sm, it's the best woody scent in my collection)

Rain

Notes: seawater, ozone. Rain smells like the ocean right before a storm: murky, almost-sweet, hair-raising. He smells like swimming in deep water and feeling something grab your ankle a little bit too tight for you to believe that it was just kelp. But it had to be, surely there isn’t anything else down there… 

Perfumes:

Cthulhu -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“A creeping, wet, slithering scent, dripping with seaweed, oceanic plants and dark, unfathomable waters.”

Circe Individiosa -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Salt-spray dotting an azure cove, its waters swirling with noxious poisons and venom drawn from dreadful roots: a cascade of blackcurrant and crystalline blue-green waters infused with theriac accord, bruised henbane accord, white gardenia, pear, cedarwood, emerald mosses, tuberose, and bitter almond.”

Sunshine/Stratus**

Notes: summer fruits, spices, smoke. Sunny smells like the end of summer, right as it turns into fall. She smells like roasting marshmallows, like sticky heat, like biting into a late-summer strawberry and finding it rotten inside. 

Perfumes:

Tongue Wall -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Fleshy and fruity: guava musk, slick strawberry lip gloss, and blood-tainted digestive juices.”

Zombie -- Possets 

“You really need a big dose of toasted marshmallow and oude, a bit of burnt stick, and the unmistakable fragrance of the crisp autumn air. The obvious combination, wouldn't you say? Resinous and foody at the same time. Smoky, sticky fun.”

**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi

Swiss***

Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli, blood. Swiss smells like darkness so thick that there could be something right in front of you and you would have no idea – or maybe right behind you. He smells like earthy resin, wine the color of blood, and curling smoke. Something about his scent leaves a metallic tang in the back of your throat.

Perfumes:

Dead for Filth -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Raw Patchouli, opoponax, and a coppery dry blood exhale.”

Nosferatu -- Black Baccara

“A rustling of leaves appears before the footfalls as a group of pale vampires emerge from the autumn darkness. They bring with them the aroma of archaic earth, deep red wine, tobacco smoke, and red roses.”

dark patchouli, deep red roses, aged red wine, dirt, tobacco smoke, and fireplace embers

***i headcanon swiss as a fire/water multi

Zephyr

Notes: dust, ozone, dry rot. Zephyr smells like a house long abandoned: dusty, faintly sweet, a little bit like rotting floorboards. It’s a scent that draws you in as much as it pushes you away – like a haunted house that has become so lonely, it will do anything to make you stay. 

Perfumes:

Yorick -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Grave dirt, bone, decay, angel’s trumpet, and moldering scraps of shroud: the essence of finality.”

Attic Ghosts - Paranormal Perfumes

“Attic Ghosts is an antique, timeless Victorian mansion. The house on the hill. Flickering lights in the hallways, shadows in the windows. Footsteps. Apparitions. A locked door to the attic.”

dusty wood, chestnut, smoke whisps, vanilla absolute, orange blossom, rose petals, jasmine, vetiver

if you got this far, thank you for reading! this one was SO fun to make, i hope y'all like it too. (and as always i would love to talk more about this/hear other people's thoughts!!)

[buffshipper8490]

Rating Mature

Chapter Summary

The Resistance is fractured as Rey, Poe, Chewie, and BB-8 travel to Bonadan to find a Force Sensitive navigator to locate Exegol while Finn, Rose, C-3PO, and R2-D2 travel to Coruscant to activate the Jedi Beacon...

Excerpt

The circular room was large and dimly lit by colorful hanging lanterns not unlike that of the ones lighting the night market. A sweet-smelling haze rose as various aliens—devoted followers— dragged on vaporizers, pipes, and other strange smoking devices, their eyes heavy and faces blank. Scarves and silks draped overhead, giving Rey the impression that the ceiling was a lot closer than it was. Beneath their bare feet, the floor was made of small glass marbles set into duracrete niches. With every step, they rolled underfoot, leaving visitors slightly off balance.

And there, in the center, sat an Aki-Aki child, no older than five years. But even from this distance Rey could feel her presence in the Force, an age and wisdom many times that of Rey’s. 

Upon their entrance, the girl looked up from the crying couple on the brink of divorce who were touching foreheads in front of her, an eerie smile on her face.

“A Jedi,” she said in crystal-clear Basic, her voice soft and girlish. The hair on Rey’s arms raised. “The last.”

Every face in the room turned to them.

Poe sighed. “Or this. We can do it this way.”

The girl nodded at the couple before her, closing her eyes and touching their chests in some kind of blessing. “Go.”

The couple did as told, leaving two empty pillows in front of the navigator. 

She looked at Rey, her eyes a blue so bright Rey blinked in shock. “Come. Sit. The Jedi and the man.”

Rey and Poe exchanged a look. Poe gave her a slight nod, encouraging her to go forward.

She carefully picked her way across the strange marble floor, sitting on one of the pillows. Poe sat next to her a second later.

“I am Nomi,” said the navigator, not waiting or needing for them to introduce themselves, “and you seek a place.”

"A planet," confirmed Rey with an eager nod.

"Kef Bir is the place," deduced Nomi.

Rey nodded again and then shook her head. "Yes. Wait, no. I'm looking for Exe—"

Nomi cut her off abruptly with a tiny raised hand. "The Dark Side clouds the way to the Hidden Planet of the Sith."

"Then what're—" Poe began.

"The man will not speak," interrupted Nomi without taking her large eyes off Rey.

"That destination can only be found by arriving to another," advised Nomi. "There, you will find your way... or be led astray."

"Okay, then where—" Rey asked.

"The mouth on the Jedi stops and the mind makes the picture. The Force fills the Jedi and reveals the destination."

Rey stared at the diminutive alien. Nomi nodded encouragingly. Rey closed her eyes and breathed.

A soft gasp from Poe made Rey open her eyes.

She gazed in wonder at the scene around them, the marbles from the floor hovering mid-air, taking the three-dimensional shape of the galaxy all around them.

"Which one?" she breathed.

"The destination lies within," said Nomi.

"Look, we’re in a hurry—" Poe cut in impatiently.

"The man will not speak!" hissed Nomi.

The marbles swirled above Rey, a galaxy around her.

"The eyes close," guided Nomi. "Only the Jedi knows the path..."

Nomi’s voice grew distant as Rey fell deep into meditation.

FLASH!

Seething, frothing, churning oceans. A vast, mangled wreck.

"On the Ocean Moon of Endor lies the Wayfinder of the Emperor..." The voice was both Nomi’s and not, in her head and out loud, real and imagined.

FLASH!

The Wayfinder hovered between black fittings, its pyramidal shape glowing soft red from within.

She reached for it and took it.

"There the two will meet, the Dark side and the Light..."

FLASH! 

Kylo Ren loomed, his shoulders dimpled with drops of ocean.

"There she will make a choice that will determine the very balance of the Force..."

FLASH!

A flash of lightning, a rumble of thunder. A great stone structure, shaped like a giant claw, its bent fingers reaching ever upward, the throne of the Sith. A figure appeared, sitting on the throne. A woman. It was her...

FLASH!

There was another flash of lightning and Rey instantly snapped out of the vision...

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[cowboyemeritus]

Ghouls' Night Out (Ghoulettes/Reader)

“I’ve never done it with another girl before,” you admit, almost shy. It drives the three hellbeasts mad, and they exchange glances. They look like lionesses out on a hunt and the buzzing arousal inside of you only grows at the sight.

Or, the ghoulettes become your three weed-smoking girlfriends. (18+)

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It started off as a joke.

“Where the fuck are you guys going?” Dew had asked. He’d caught them on their way out of the common room. “It’s, like…” He glances towards the clock on the wall and squints. “It’s 11:30 on a Thursday.”

Cirrus scoffs. “Since when did you have a bedtime, grandpa?” Having been called topside first, the fire ghoul is technically their elder. And despite his attitude on stage, Dewdrop is also one of Papa’s most trusted. Still, he rolls his eyes at the insult and jeers. They lock eyes for a moment before they both chuckle, breaking the tension in the room.

“Obviously,” Sunshine pipes up, “we’re gonna go have an orgy with one of the Sisters.” She gestures to the bottle of wine in Cumulus’ hand, then to the bowl and grinder in hers. “Because we’re such good little servants of the Dark Lord.” The girls giggle and almost immediately, Dew is quirking an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?” He asks, now seriously intrigued. Because of course.

“We were kidding,” Cumulus interjects, before this tomfoolery can go any further. “But seriously, it’s Girls’ Night. No boys allowed.” She shoos him off with a wave of her hand and Dew scowls.

“Whatever. It’s not my fault if you’re all dogshit at practice tomorrow.” The small ghoul turns and saunters off down the hall, likely to go sulk in his room. A few minutes later, the ghoulettes are knocking on your door.

After a glass of wine and a few good hits, it’s not a joke anymore. Cumulus’ lips are deliciously soft against yours, and you can’t help but moan as Sunshine impatiently drags your shirt up, the fabric catching on your firm nipples. You’re parted from the air ghoulette for only a moment as the garment is pulled over your head, but the sensation of pressing your mouths together again makes you shiver. When you feel Cirrus working to open the clasp of your bra, you have to pull away, gasping for air.

“I’ve never done it with another girl before,” you admit, almost shy. It drives the three hellbeasts mad, and they exchange glances. They look like lionesses out on a hunt and the buzzing arousal inside of you only grows at the sight, amplified by the high.

“Sure you wanna keep going?” The keytarist asks, just barely scraping some restraint together. You nod fervently.

“I do. I really, really want to. I can’t promise I’ll be any good, but-“ You’re cut off by Cirrus leaning in and claiming your mouth, her forehead  smacking against yours.

Despite the odd placement in the week, the four of you could not have picked a better night for this. It’s late June, just past the solstice, and the sky is crystal clear. You’ve trekked out a ways into the orchard, the distance from the lights of the Abbey giving you a better view of the stars. Although the nights here are not as sweltering as the ones back home, the warmth of the three women wraps around you like a blanket, heating you to your very core. It may be the weed talking, but you don’t think you’ve ever felt so blissed out in your whole life.

Sunshine’s fingers every so slightly tickle as she finishes the job unclasping your bra. You’re just barely able to shrug it off your shoulders before all three are groping at your breasts, their touch like lightning coursing through you. A particularly skillful thumb swipes across one of your nipples and you moan into Cirrus’ mouth, your lips parting ever so slightly. Seizing the opportunity, she bullies her forked tongue into yours, her fangs clacking against your duller canines.

Feeling brave, you turn your body as best as you can to fondle Cirrus’ chest. Her breasts are surprisingly soft through the cotton of her t-shirt and you can’t help but give them a squeeze. Her pleasured groan makes you shudder. 

Fuck, you’ve wanted to do that for so long.

Tentatively, experimentally, you run the tips of your fingers over her pierced nipples. At the same time, you feel Sunshine’s bare chest press against your back as she locks lips with Cumulus. Fingers circle and then pinch your nipples and you moan, grinding your crotch into the picnic blanket beneath you. Cirrus retreats slowly and you follow after her, letting the other two ghoulettes converge fully.

“C’mere,” she coos. You oblige immediately and she lays you down, straddling your waist. She kisses you once, full of sensuality and want, before she peels her shirt off and flings it into the grass. You’re worshipping her breasts as soon as they spring free, propping yourself up on your forearms and craning your neck to take a nipple into your mouth. The feeling of the hard bud on your tongue, the piercing tasting ever so slightly of metal, makes your cunt clench around nothing. Something primal awakens in you and you stop thinking entirely. Reflexes that have been dormant for years suddenly reawaken and you start sucking, reaching up to work her other nipple between two fingers. Cirrus groans and grinds her pussy into yours.

“Mmm, you’re a natural, sister.” The praise goes straight to your core.

A moan suddenly cuts through the haze of sex and drugs. You glance over to find Sunshine already completely nude, in the process of pulling Cumulus’ lacy black panties down her legs. The air ghoul’s soft figure has you salivating in spite of the dry feeling in your mouth. All three catch you staring.

“Pretty, isn’t she?” Sunshine asks, giving you a mischievous look. She parts Cumulus’ legs and a line of actual drool dribbles out the corner of your mouth. She’s the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever fucking seen. You swallow hard and nod, Cirrus’ nipple still between your lips.

“I know,” she purrs, trailing off into a moan. “Makes you wanna just…” Suddenly, she drops down and buries her face in Cumulus’ pussy, lapping greedily. Cumulus moans and immediately, her hands are tangling in the multi-ghoulette’s russet curls. You whine and grind your hips up against Cirrus.

“You wanna get a taste?” She asks, glancing at the others before locking eyes with you. The only response you can give is to place your lands on her slender waist and ever so slightly slide her sleep shorts down. Cirrus chuckles. Her slivery eyes glimmer in the starlight and you swear for a moment you’re seeing the visage of Lilith herself.

“Please,” you beg. You’ve never wanted anything more in your life. With a small groan, Cirrus lifts off of you and comes to kneel by your side.

“Guys, get over here,” she says while shimmying out of her shorts and panties. Sunshine looks up from Cumulus’ cunt just in time to watch her pull your bottoms off, exposing your dripping heat to the night air. She smiles, fangs glinting, before pulling off of the air ghoulette and crawling over to the opposite side of the blanket, presumably to pack another bowl. You sit up and are immediately met by Cirrus and Cumulus, three of you melting into a puddle of sloppy, confused kisses where no one can quite tell who’s who. The entire time you’re pawing at their chests, craving the delicious weight of a breast in each hand.

“Let me in, sluts,” Sunny teases, working herself in between the other two ghoulettes. She lights up and Cirrus pulls away, leaving you and Cumulus tangled in each other’s arms. The multi-ghoulette takes a long drag, holding it in with an expectant look. Cirrus leans in and presses her open mouth to Sunshine’s lips, eyes closing blissfully as she inhales the smoke from her partner’s lungs. You’re so distracted by the display that the feeling of Cumulus’ hand coming to cup your pussy is almost a shock. The sensation pulls out an airy moan from deep in your chest, and she uses the opportunity to slide her wet tongue past your lips and halfway down your throat. The heel of her hand presses into you ever so slightly and you keen, moaning around the intrusion in your mouth.

Cirrus shotguns a few more hits before Sunshine offers the bowl to you. Ever so graciously, Cumulus lets you go so that you can take a long pull, the earthy aroma of the smoke flooding your senses. Soon, you’re feeling light as air and know that someone needs to take the pipe away before you overdo it. You shut your eyes and lean back against Cirrus’ naked chest, holding out the piece of glass until someone — you’re not sure who — takes it.

“One more,” you hear Cumulus’ melodic voice beg. “I wanna give you one more.” Against your better judgement, you nod in assent, and the pipe crackles nearby.

Right as her parted lips press against yours, a finger slides through your folds and sinks into your cunt. You gasp, inhaling all the smoke at once. It registers in your brain that your lungs are burning, but you can’t quite feel it, and are able to slowly exhale out your nose. If you were any more sober, you’d no doubt be hacking and wheezing. You let out a pathetic moan as she pumps into your pussy, already so soaked it squelches with each thrust.

“God damn,” Sunshine says, barely a whisper. For a long moment, all three ghoulettes are silent. You don’t need to see to know they’re watching your cunt drool all over Cumulus’ hand. You taste metal for a split second, then a hot mouth, presumably Sunny’s, is latching onto your breast. Fangs ever so slightly digging into your skin, she sucks hard, clearly in order to leave a mark, and you find yourself hurtling towards an unexpectedly fast climax. Sensing your imminent end, Cumulus slides a second, and then suddenly a third finger inside your cunt. The stretch is absolutely decadent and you jerk violently, cumming with a moan so loud it startles the birds out of the surrounding apple trees. Colors flash behind your shut eyes as you writhe, trapped between the three ghoulettes, your orgasm longer and harder than anything you’ve experienced before. It could be the weed, but then again, Cumulus could be that skilled with her fingers. She is a pianist, after all.

When you finally come down, your legs are shaking and there are tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Slowly cracking them open, you take in the sight of the women around you. Cirrus and Sunshine are watching you intently, tongues connected by a string of saliva. You make eye contact with the multi-ghouletteand she lets out a small laugh at the fucked out expression on your face. The sound is rich and bright, warming you to your very center. Cumulus pumps into you a final few times before withdrawing from your cunt. She raises her fingers to her mouth and her forked tongue darts across them. With a satisfied groan, she extends her hand to the other two, who lap up your juices greedily. You watch, mouth agape and totally transfixed. Never in your life have you seen such beautiful creatures. The fire in your belly explodes back to life and you, too, take Cumulus’ fingers into your mouth. Cirrus chuckles.

“Ready for more already, babe?” She asks, reaching around to cup your breasts. The whine you let out when she pinches your nipple is indication enough, and all three descend on you like starving wolves. With a sigh, you melt into their embrace, preparing yourself to be completely and utterly devoured.

There really is nothing like a Girls’ Night.

[theherosvillain]

God rest ye, merry gentlemen

Masterpost

CWs: smoking, alcohol, whipping, familial abuse

The hearth crackled in the corner of the lamplit study. Pipe smoke wafted through the air, adding nausea to my already fuzzy head. I’d taken the drinking as slow as I could, but there wasn’t any avoiding the crystal glasses that had been passed into my hand throughout the evening—not without seeming rude, anyway. At least the Christmas Eve party had wound down. The guests were gone, and the women and children had retired to bed. Somehow, though, I’d been roped into joining the men in Xavier’s study.

I sat beside my cousin Charles on an uncomfortable velvet settee, adjacent to Xavier in his patriarchal leather armchair, with Vale and Matthias to the left. Xavier and Matthias were smoking pipes; Vale had declined, which meant that, thankfully, one wasn’t offered to me. Charles had asked for one, but Matthias had laughed and told him to save his lungs for another few years. In any case, Charles seemed thrilled that he’d been invited into the inner sanctum, chiming into the men’s conversation whenever he could. I, on the other hand, was hoping that Vale would excuse himself soon so that I’d have a decent reason to get out of here. Aside from leaving by myself and invoking Vale’s ire, that would be the only way to end this. I’d been on my best behavior so far, and there was little time left until we were due to head home. I wasn’t about to ruin my spotless record now.

“You’re awful quiet over there, Alexander,” Matthias said suddenly. He shot me a smirk over his glass of liquor.

And I was almost getting away with it, too, you bastard. I faked a smile as I swirled my own glass. I didn’t know what was in it anymore; something awful that burned my throat. I was taking it in the tiniest sips possible. “Just observing, sir,” I said.

“Just like your father,” Xavier grumbled. He took another puff of his pipe, keeping the room waiting, before he added, looking at no one in particular, “That’s why you weren’t my pick for heir, you know. You always seem to be waiting for something.”

The wood in the fireplace popped and settled. Vale took a long sip of his drink and swallowed slowly. “Patience is a virtue,” he said. “I’ve found that it serves me well.”

“Patience.” Xavier scoffed, smoke streaming from his mouth. “If you were patient, Axton, you might have kept your place in the family.”

Charles coughed into his drink and shifted in his seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Vale drain his glass. Then he stood, and I almost felt hopeful until he crossed to the collection of crystal decanters on the sideboard to pour himself another one. I sighed quietly.

“What about you, boy?”

It took a moment too long to realize that Xavier was looking expectantly at me. I straightened up. “Pardon me, sir?” I asked, too inebriated to find a phrasing that didn’t make me sound like a Victorian orphan.

Xavier leaned forward and took another drag off his pipe, maintaining eye contact with me as he blew out the smoke. “What do you think of your father’s decision, to—to leave the family, all those years ago, and strike out on his own?”

Vale’s gaze snapped over to me. I resisted the urge to break eye contact with Xavier. Vale had said it was best for me to keep my opinions to myself around his family. I already had a target on my back; it would be wise not to make it any bigger. I raised my eyebrows as innocently as I could and said, “It’s not my place to say.”

Matthias burst out laughing, coughing on pipe smoke. He put a hand to his chest and cleared his throat, then said over his shoulder, “Smart kid you’ve got here, Axton.” Vale didn’t even look at his brother; his eyes were on me.

Xavier leaned forward with an elbow on his knee, his pipe forgotten. “You’re avoiding the question, Alexander. What do you really think?”

That you’re a complete bastard, I thought. That I wish I was back at Vale’s penthouse ignoring Christmas entirely instead of having to spend it in this gaudy mansion of yours. I struggled to collect my thoughts, swimming through the haze of alcohol in my head. “I think he’s done alright for himself,” I said slowly.

Xavier raised an eyebrow, mocking. “He’s done alright for himself? Is that all you have to say?”

I felt a spark of anger, and I suppressed the urge to say outright, Fuck you, old man. I was sober enough to recognize that I was being goaded, and there was no way in hell I’d defend any of Vale’s actions, but the urge to strike back at Xavier won out over my survival instincts. “I think he’s succeeded well enough without your influence,” I said, channeling Vale’s chilly indifference into my tone.

In that moment, Vale looked anything but indifferent, his gaze piercing me from across the room. Charles choked on his liquor. Matthias had a look of almost maniacal glee as he glanced between me and Xavier. The old man himself leaned toward me with daggers in his eyes. “Is that right?” Xavier asked slowly.

I felt like I was about to be devoured by a pack of wolves—and yet my mouth kept moving. “You asked for my opinion,” I said, “so I gave it to you. Sir.”

Xavier’s eyebrows shot up. “Who taught you to speak like that to your betters, boy?”

Betters. This man was in no way better than me. I had the feeling I wouldn’t think that way if I’d been raised in this family. “My mother, sir,” I said.

“Well.” Xavier stood slowly from his chair, commanding all the attention in the room. I watched as he wandered over to his solid oak desk. “I think it’s high time you received some proper discipline, then—since your father so clearly isn’t teaching you anything.” He opened the top drawer and removed a leather riding crop, examining it in the lamplight. Then he looked at me. “Take off your shirt and face the bookshelf.”

Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. For a moment, I just stared at him, feeling like I was in a dream. “Excuse me?”

No one else looked shocked. Matthias had a sadistic grin on his face. Charles had his shoulders hunched, suddenly very interested in his drink. Vale leveled his icy gaze at me. “Alexander,” he said, “listen to your grandfather.”

His tone was enough to send me to my feet, clumsily placing my glass on a side table. My stomach turned as I crossed over to the bookshelf. How mad was Vale right now? Would he consider this enough of a punishment, or would there be more later? Why the hell did I say all that to his father?

I faced a row of immaculately dusted leather tomes. The room was shadowy, but I glanced around and took a deep breath before removing my sweater, draping it over my arm, and unbuttoning my shirt. “Hurry up, boy,” Xavier said coldly. I swallowed, fumbling with the buttons. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, and I took a deep breath. I’d already seen a hell of a lot worse than one pathetic, pissed off old man. I’d survive this.

My back was exposed to the room. I held my clothes close to my chest, but kept my shoulders down and relaxed. I felt Xavier step up behind me, heard him slap the crop against his palm. “Count,” he commanded.

I could sense him; that made things slightly easier for me. I took a deep breath before the first strike whipped across my shoulders. It didn’t keep me from flinching and hissing under my breath. For an old bastard, he had a strong arm. “One,” I said. There was hardly a pause before the next one.

Each strike came harder than the last, and I numbered each blow. It almost relaxed me to focus on the counting, a distraction from the stinging welts on my shoulder blades and the impending doom of Vale’s wrath. Xavier could hurt me physically, but he couldn’t do anything worse than what I’d already been through. I wondered if he’d even given a single thought to the scar on my face and considered that I was used to pain. Then again, a punishment like this was more about the humiliation. I did feel humiliated, and angry, but I shoved it down deep. I didn’t want to give Vale any further reasons to punish me later. So I stared at the bookshelf and counted.

After twelve,Xavier’s arm finally dropped. “Put your shirt on, boy,” he said, sounding slightly out of breath.

Mechanically, I dressed, not even bothering to button my shirt before I pulled my sweater over it. I turned to face him. My jaw clenched as he titled my chin up with the tip of the riding crop. “What have you learned, Alexander?” he asked.

That you’re a vindictive asshole, I thought. “That I should respect my elders, sir,” I said aloud.

Xavier’s eyes narrowed, glinting with firelight, as he tapped the crop under my chin. “Your betters, boy.”

Bile crawled up my throat. “That I should respect my betters, sir.” I swallowed it back down and pretended it was just the alcohol causing that bitter taste in my mouth.

“Good.” He removed the crop, still glaring. “Now get out of my sight.”

 “Yes, sir.” Gladly.

Like a soldier, I marched out of the study. On my way, despite my best efforts, I caught sight of Charles still bent over his drink and Matthias smirking at me. I forced my eyes forward, and then heard a glass clink down on a table. “I’ll be retiring as well,” said Vale. “Good night, Father.” I kept my eyes ahead as I felt him follow me out of the study.

Vale didn’t say a word to me. The oriental carpets swallowed our footsteps, and he trailed me upstairs, back to my room. I left the door open, and he closed it softly behind him. I swallowed, my arms crossed tightly enough to pull at the welts on my shoulders. Without turning around, I asked, “How much trouble am I in?”

Vale sighed. I sensed him crossing over to the nightstand, rummaging around in the drawer. “I think that was punishment enough,” he murmured. “I expected it to happen at one point or another, anyway.”

Before I could even feel relieved, his meaning caught up to me. I stilled, but didn’t turn to face him. “What?” I asked hollowly.

He seemed to find what he was looking for. He shut the drawer and turned around. “He’s been searching for a reason to punish you since you arrived. Although I can’t say I’m pleased you gave him one, things will likely be easier now that he considers you properly inducted into the family.”

I caught sight of his reflection in the window panes. He was standing by the bedside, holding a palm-sized tub of something in his hand. All I could do was stare at him. “What does that mean,” I choked out, “properly inducted?”

“Every man in the Vale family faces the whip at some point or another. It’s how we learn discipline.”

I wanted to respond, to bring us back to the matter at hand, but tripped over the implications instead. I whirled around, and the room spun. I reached out to steady myself on the bed. “That’s—” I stopped and swallowed down stomach acid. I couldn’t tell which aspect of the situation was making me want to vomit. “That’s fucked up,” I managed.

Vale’s face remained impassive. “It is what it is.” He nodded to the bed. “Sit down, Phantom. You should take care of the welts so that they heal properly.”

I finally looked down at the jar in his hand—ointment. It had been in the nightstand, here in his childhood bedroom, like chapstick or ibuprofen or any other basic necessity. Something that was just there. I stared at it for long enough that Vale cleared his throat. Then I hauled myself upright and sat heavily on the bed, feeling a wave of unexpected pity. Vale didn’t know anything different. Fifty-odd years old, and he still didn’t see a problem with his father whipping me. He still didn’t see a problem with his father whipping him.

And yet, Vale wasdifferent than his father. I had the sudden realization that, despite the hell I’d been through, despite my scars, he’d never once laid a hand on me. Did he think that made him a good father, his lack of direct violence? Did he even have any conception of a father being good? Or was a father, to him, just a hammer meant to beat a sword into shape?

The bed sank as Vale sat down. I stared at the carpet and wondered if he’d ever done the same thing after a punishment, just numbly following the dark, swirling patterns with his eyes. “You could have warned me,” I muttered.

“I didn’t see the point. You were supposed to be on your best behavior regardless.”

I winced. My head was starting to throb. I wondered if my Super metabolism really was processing the alcohol that quickly, or if I was just stressed and enraged enough to induce a headache. “Well, maybe if your family hadn’t insisted that I drink with them …”

It was the kind of jab he’d never tolerate normally. Now, though, he just placed the ointment between us and unscrewed the lid. I reached for it, and he said, “You won’t be able to apply it by yourself.”

“Oh.” My hand dropped. I felt dumb. But then, the thought of Vale applying it made me squirm. Was he actually offering, anyway? That seemed out of character for him. I was so tired; maybe I was misreading the gesture. “I’ll go without it, then.”

“Trust me, you’ll regret that in the morning.”

I finally made myself look at him. “Don’t you want me to regret it?” The biggest thing he’d told me not to do on this trip was piss of Xavier. Even if he hadn’t expected me to succeed in that, I’d still violated his orders.

His expression softened into one of confusion. He sighed, then said, “I think you regret it enough, for now. Turn around, Phantom.”

I hesitated for a moment. Then, slowly, I turned and peeled off my sweater and shirt, hugging them to my chest. I sensed Vale dip his fingers into the ointment and reach for the first welt. I flinched before he even touched me. He stopped. “Does it hurt?”

I took a deep breath. The room was warm, almost suffocatingly so with the old radiator billowing heat, but I realized I was trembling. I forced myself still. “I’ve had worse,” I muttered.

“I know.” Carefully but quickly, he smeared the first bit of ointment over my shoulder blade. He was barely even touching me, but it made my skin crawl. I took a deep breath and started counting aimlessly, forcing my mind blank. One, two, three …

Vale was surprisingly gentle as he applied the ointment. His lack of sadism still managed to surprise me; it was interesting, now, that I could compare him to his father. Xavier had enjoyed hurting me, lording his authority over me every chance he got. Vale relished a good power trip, much as he pretended otherwise, but when it came to violence, he was always oddly detached. I would’ve thought someone in his line of business would have to enjoy violence, but like an emotionless imitation of his father, he only inflicted harm where it was strictly necessary. As usual, I was struggling to imagine what was happening in his brain.

Without realizing, I’d stopped counting as my mind wandered off to other matters. “Do I still get my vacation days after this, or …?” The question slipped out before I could reconsider it, my tongue still loosened by the alcohol. It was a bad time to ask, I realized immediately, even if he didn’t seem overtly mad at me.

Vale sighed, and his finger traced feather-light across another welt. “Provided that you get through this trip without further incident,” he said, “yes, you may have your days off. God willing, there won’t be much going on next week, anyway.”

I shut my eyes lightly as I breathed out. I’d thought the time off might drive me crazy, sitting around with nothing to do, but after the past few days, I was starting to think I’d need it. Lying on my bedroom floor for a few days sounded really good right about now. “Thank you. Sir,” I added, suddenly remembering myself. I was being too familiar with him. It had to be the alcohol.

Distantly, the grandfather clock chimed one o’clock. Vale covered the last welt in ointment and withdrew, screwing the lid back on the tub. “Get some rest,” he murmured. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

I glanced over my shoulder as he made for the door, and it suddenly struck me that it was past midnight. “Merry Christmas,” I said, half-sarcastic.

He paused, an eyebrow raised. Then he shook his head, like he knew he’d never understand. “Merry Christmas,” he said, closing the door behind him.

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[terabyte-teddybear]

genre: murder mouse-tery (a mice and murder moodboard)

image description: a nine image grid, there is a bust of emperor marcus aurelius, some glowing orange mushrooms, a magnifying glass laying on a book, dark green foggy woods with two dark silhouettes, a bloody handprint on a gray wall, a cemetery, an old bank ledger, a crystal ball sitting on dark fabric, and a pipe curling smoke, end id.

[thesoftboiledegg]

I didn't have much going on today, and I hadn't been to one particular head shop in my area recently, so I thought--why not drive up there for a merchandise roundup? And boy, did it deliver!

Rick and Morty, Fry and Bender, Beavis and Butthead, Scooby-Doo and Shaggy, Mario and Bowser, Winnie the Pooh and Piglet, Disney princesses, Rugrats, Adventure Time characters, Spongebob and Patrick, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: everyone's joining the party, and they've got smoking buddies!

Also, I've said this before, but I love how the artist who drew the Star Wars mat (whoever that is) dressed Morty as Rey instead of a male character. Rick makes a good Luke Skywalker, too.

I've posted this mat a couple of times before, but I love the concept of Bird Person serving Rick his crystal weed, so here it comes again:

It also makes me happy when people pick up on Rick's love for crystals--a lot of people don't.

Anyway, I guess Rick's shooting people with his portal gun now? Admittedly, opening a hole in somebody would probably kill them.

Wooden lighters! I guess we're still not tired of that generic season one image.

I'm Mr. Meeseeks, look at me! Also, a line of tiny Mortys.

Glass bowls! Pipes!

As I drove away, I saw something that shocked me so much that I had to pull over: a Tesla building. I hoped that it were abandoned because that would be hilarious, but alas, I looked it up and it seems to be new construction. Elon Musk has arrived at last 🤮

I prefer the dark recesses of Spencer's to a Tesla building, but I don't recommend either. And yet...I can't stay away. The mall is just down the road, so I thought "Fuck it, I'll expose myself to Spencer's."

I took a picture of one of these socks last week and found a couple of other great designs today:

Short lanyard!

This looks like a regular lanyard--but wait, it's supposed to light up. I pressed the button, and nothing happened. False advertising!

Rue 21 didn't have new designs, but they take their commitment to Rick and Morty seriously. The employees set up a separate table for the series like a shrine.

After that, I had to stop by the dispensary for some edibles. They had this gem:

"You make Mondays less miserable." Rick hates Mondays? Is he Garfield now? Gazorpazorpfield? Who knew.

[stalwart-spirit]

5 Character Associations: Saeed Iscitan

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS

Anticipatory

Prudent

Altruistic

Vigilant

Rebellious

COLOURS

Burnt Umber

Venetian red

Yellow Ochre

Maroon

Cadmium Yellow

SCENTS

Tobacco

Leather

Incense

Spices

Parchment

OBJECTS

Rabanastran Aetheryte Shard Pendant

Long Stem Smoking Pipe

Collection Of Blades

Pouch Of Elemental Crystals

Notepad Of Candid Sketches

BODY LANGUAGE

Leaning On... Anything

Brow Raised, Tilt Of The Head

A Sharp, Gap-Toothed Grin

Fixing Hair

Puffing Idly On Pipe

AESTHETICS

Polite Thief Bows His Way Out Of House

Wit As Keen As A Blade

What Survived My Not Be Kind, But It's Me

Shadow Leaping Over Rooftops

Carrion Crow In Flight

SONGS

RUNAWAY - half·alive

Body of Years - Mother Mother

Visions - Sea Wolf

Toes - Glass Animals

I Have Made Mistakes - The Oh Hellos

Tagged by @mimble-sparklepudding! Thanks so much!

Honestly, if you see this on your dash, go for it!