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oneefin · 7 months ago

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happy palindromic marijuana day! it's 4:20:24 PM on 4/20/2024. 🌿🌿🌿🌿

according to wikipedia, there are over 2000 terms for weed out there. i compiled a list of all the distinct ones wikipedia lists at time of writing, for funsies

remember that if you're reading a cryptic crossword clue, any of these words could secretly be talking about weed!

10s poof

2 long

25 or twenty-five

30 sack

36 or thirty-six

4 o's

40 sack

420 or four-twenty

50 piece

9 or nine

a draw

acapulco gold

ace

afghani

african

african broccoli

airplane

ak-47

alfalfa

alligator cigarette

ammo

ammy

amnesia

amnesia haze

amsterdam's finest

antiguan rocket

arathi

ashin’ kusher

asparagus

astro turf

aunt mary

baby

bake sale

ball

banga

bar

barney

beenth

benj

benners

bhang

bible worksheets

bifter or bifta

bilge

billy

binbag

bingger

bis

bishop

blaze

blifter

blim

bloop

blue dream

blue goo

blueberry

blueberry diesel

blunt

bob

bob hope

bobatti

bobby brown

bobo

bomber

bone or bag of bones

boner soup

bong

bongo

boo

booboo shit

boof

boogity brown

boone

bottle

bread

brickweed

broccoli

brown buddha

brown frown

bruce banner

bubba kush

bubble kush

bubblegum

bud

budder

buddha

budski

buge

bunk

burger king

c-jizz

cabbage

cactus green

camberwell carrot

cambodian red

cancer weed

cannabidiol or cbd

cannabinol or cbn

cannabis

cannabis edible

cannabis indica

cannabis ruderalis

cannabis sativa

cannabis tea

cannon

caracas

carribean cabbage

catnip

cd's

cess

charas

charlotte's web

cheatham

checkers

cheeba

cheech and chong

cheese

cheg

cherry

chess

chicken

chillum

chiquitty-freddy

chocolate

choof

christmas tree

chronic

chronicles of narnia

climb

clouds

cola

collie

colombian

combustible herbargy

comic books

concentrate

course notes

cousin mary

cow

cripple

critical mass

crop or cro

crunch

curley wurley

cut

cutie pie

d's

da kine

daccha

dagga

dak

dan k. buddinhash

dandelion

daniel nuggetstone

dank

dankinstein

dat sticky icky icky

dave

delta-9

detroit

devil's lettuce

diesel

dime or dime bag

dirt weed

discarded bibles

ditch weed

dives

djamba

dodo

doink

doja

dollar

doobage

doobie

dope

doña juanita

draw

dro

dronabinol

dub or dub sack

dumm

dunce

durban poison

dutchie

dvd's

edible

edwardian morris baskerville

eight ball

eighter

eighth

elbow

electric puha

endo

extract

farmer's daughter

fatty

fatty eight

feral cannabis

feral hemp

fid or fiddy

fifty

fir

fire

flower

forb

forbidden fruit

fossils

fosters

freakus

friendship

frodis

full

funk

funky falafel

g-regs or gregs

gage

gangster gumbo

ganja or ganj

garden gate

gas or gasoline

gauge

george

girl scout cookies

goo

good advice

good giggles

good shit

goofy boots

gorilla glue

grade

grandpa's medicine

grape ape

grapes

grass

green

green badger

green crack

green goddess

green tea

greenery

greenest of the goop

greenest of the green

grefa

griffa

grifo

grizz

guitar hero

guy smiley

gwaai

half

halfer

halfie

half ounce

half quarter

half-o

halfling's leaf

harris

hash

hash oil

hashish

haskell

hawaiian

hay

haze

headies

hemp

henry

herb

herbal jazz cigarette

herbsteins

heyman

hindu kush

holden

holy sacrament

holy weed

houdini

hundy

hungarian hummus

hydro

ice cream

indian hemp

indo or endo

insangu

izm

jack herer

jacket

jamaican gold

jay tokenstein

jazz cabbage

jazz cigarette

jean

jibber

jimmy

jive

jobb

jobb the finest there is

joint

juicy fruit

jupiter's beard

kaka

kevin bacon

key

kibs or kibbies

kief

kif

killara

killer green bud or kgb

killer herb or killa

kilo

kind

kind bud

kine bud

krinze

kush

kushempeng

kutch

l pape

lamb's bread

leaf or leaves

lef

left-handed cigarette

lemon g

lid

lit

little beasts

live resin

loud

louis

lowes

lula

lye

magic

magic cancer

magic dragon

magical brownie

marihoochie

marijuana

mary

mary jane or mj

mary joanna

matanuska thunderfuck or mtf

maui waui or maui-wowie

mbanje

mecca

method

mex

mexican kilobrick

mexican red

mezz

microwave popcorn

mids

mike vick

morning meds

moss

mota or muta

mother mary

movies

muggle or muggles

mull

nabilone

nabiximols

nay nay famous

newguys

nick

nickel or nickel bag

nixon

nodge

northern lights

nug or nugget or nugs

number

o-z or oz

og kush

oil

old toby

onion

onion ozzy

orange bud

oscar

ounce

outdo

pack

pakalolo

panama red

pants

paonia purple

paper

party parsley

phatty

pineapple express

pinner

pipe

pizza

platinum og

plingots

polen

poop

portuguese plant

pot

pound

puff

purple haze

quad

quap

quart

quarter

quasimodo

rainy day woman

ramín

recreational drug

reefbuds

reefer or reefa

reggae cigarette

reggie miller

regs

resin

roach

rodeo

romanian ramen

root

salad

sampson

sappad

schwag

schwanal

schweed

schwugs

scooby-doo

scratchy

seed or seeds

sensimilla or sensimillia

sha-bang-a-bang-a

shake

shakira

shamya

shatter

shirt

shit

shizzle

shuzzit

silly spinach

single

sinsemilla or sinse

sister mary

sixteenth or teenth

skunk

slice

smeed

smoke

smookey smoke

snickle-fritz

snoke

snoop

soap bar

sock

solid

sour diesel

space cake

spank

spinach

spliff

square grouper

squirter-farter

stank

stash

stem

stick or sticks

sticky icky or sticky icky icky

stogie

strawberry cough

stuff

submarine

sup herb bowl

super lemon haze

sweet g

sweet galenas

sweet leaf or sweetleaf

tacos

taima

tapes

tea

ten bag

ten bit

tenners

tens

terpene

tetrahydrocannabinol or thc

texas tea

thai stick

thirteen

thrax

tiger fear

tin or tinny

tincture

tochigishiro

toke

tommy chong

tooka

tree or trees

trichome

trizer

tuppence worth

twamp

tweed

twig

twist

viper

wacky tobaccy or baccy

wax

weed

wheat

white rhino

white russian

white widow

widdle

willie nelson

wisdom weed

wizard

x box

yankey-doodle

yarndi or yarndie

zaza or za

zig-zag

zip

zombie

zone

zoot

#weed #420 #linguistics #slang #cryptic crossword #stoner's eclipse

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kibbits · 7 years ago

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Oooops! Still good though

#all bow to the megacookiiiiiie #the megacookie consumes aaaaaaall #until you consume it #kibs bakes #kibs talks

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devilmeows · 3 years ago

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8. for both

thank you for enabling me kib :]]

8. "So you lied to me."

8. "Go on. Make a wish."

not beta read bc i like living Dangerously

8. “So you lied to me.”

Ari knew a lot of things about her girlfriend. Cadence was smart, she was funny, she always needed 8 hours of sleep to be functional, she was incredibly fast despite her short legs, and most importantly, her birthday was extremely important to her. If there was one good thing that she remembered from her horrible family, it was the birthday parties and the hype around that date. The inkling had once told her that she missed throwing herself big birthday parties: her apartment was far too small to host more than three people at once. And that day, as her girlfriend snored in her arms, Ari had grabbed her phone and created a new groupchat.

Cadence’s big 21.

Naturally, the first messages sent on that chat were memes, because Callie and Spencer always had to have a competition for who would send the best meme in any groupchat they were in. It was a weekly occurrence. They had three separate groupchats together. And now Ari had just added a fourth. I’ve made better decisions in my life, admittedly.

Ari - Please stop this or I will kick you out.

Spencer - :(((((

Callie - ok but one more? :D

Ari - No.

Callie - pweaaaaase?

Marie - say pwease again and i’ll throw my charger at you

Callie - pwease? :3

Callie - I DIDNT THINK YOU’D ACTUALLY DO IT

Spencer - marie is a woman of her word

Spencer - one time she said she’d toss me off a roof and then she did

Marie - lskfjgdfgkd

Marie - please stop bringing that up it was an accident

Ari - Is no one going to pay attention to the name of this groupchat?

Marie - no <3

Marie - jk but yeah cadence’s birthday /is/ coming up

Ari - Yes, it’s on February 12th. Aka next week.

Callie - ARE WE THROWING HER A BIRTHDAY PARTY

Ari - That is indeed what I was thinking of doing.

Callie - NICE

Spencer - NICE

Callie - GET YOUR OWN WORDS SPENCER

Spencer - YOU GET YOUR OWN WORDS

Spencer - i can make the food!!

Ari - Good, I was about to tell you to take care of that.

Marie - where are we having this party? if i recall correctly cadence and spencer’s apartments are too small, and our landlord would kill us if we had a party here

Callie - :eyes:

Marie - ?

Callie - so you admit you’ve been to spencer’s apartment before :eyes:

Callie - STOP THROWING SHIT AT ME

Ari - Pearl and Marina will be out of town for a few days, and they’ll only be back on the 13th. So we can have it at the mansion.

Spencer - WOOOO ITS A MANSION PARTY

Callie - OH HELL YEAH

Callie - can i take care of Decorating :D

Ari - So long as everything isn’t pink, yes you can.

Callie - :(

Ari - You can come to the mansion in the morning and we can set everything up together, and then I’ll go get Cadence.

Spencer - gotcha!

Spencer - whats marie in charge of?

Ari - Anything. I trust her.

Callie - ouch????

Spencer - yeah ouch ari

Marie - :)

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“This is a lot of pink.”

“It’s not all pink though!” Callie held up a string of orange fairy lights. “Look, this is orange!” With her other hand, she pointed at the army of balloons lying on the floor. “And those are blue and white!”

“Callie, there is a total of five blue and white balloons for twenty pink balloons in this room.”

The inkling stared at the balloons for a moment, as if she’d only just noticed that. Then she turned back to Ari with a wide smile.

“Oops. Sorry!”

She did not look sorry at all. Ari sighed, then pinched the bridge of her nose. Well, at least it’s not khaki. Cadence hates khaki. Do khaki-coloured balloons even exist? At least the rest of the room looked really nice, despite the overwhelming amount of pink. Granted, Ari wasn’t an expert on what birthday parties were supposed to look like, but in her humble opinion, Callie had done a good job. She had even gotten a giant Great Zapfish cutout that stood in a corner of the room, looking at her with its big goofy smile.

“Anyway,” Callie clapped her hands excitedly. “Wanna help me tie some balloons to the ceiling fan?”

“I would love to, but I have to check on how Spencer and Marie are doing. Just to make sure I don’t have to go to the supermarket before I go pick up Cadence.”

Callie smirked. Ari mirrored her smirk. They nodded, exactly as they had a few hours ago when Marie had innocently decided to help Spencer bake. The octoling left Callie to her work, and trotted down the stairs to the kitchen. She checked her phone: it was 12:31pm. She frowned. Hopefully baking was going okay, because she definitely wouldn’t have enough time to swing by the store before 1pm, the time she was supposed to go get her girlfriend. She pushed the door without looking up from her phone as she checked her texts, but a clanking noise did make her look up. Marie and Spencer were standing a strange distance away from each other, considering that their two bowls were sitting right next to each other on the counter. They also both looked the slightest bit flushed. Ari lifted a single eyebrow.

“We’re baking!” Spencer provided a bit too quickly for it to be natural, waving the whisk she was holding as a greeting. “Right?”

“Right!” Marie supplied helpfully. “Baking...food. Good food.”

“Uh-huh,” Ari pointed to her own nose as she looked at Marie. “You have batter on your nose.”

The white and green inkling quickly brought her hand to her nose, her face turning a darker shade of blue. She threw Spencer an accusatory but lighthearted glare, which made her chuckle, and she turned around to grab a paper towel to wipe it off. Ari walked up to her friend, looked at her bowl, then stared at her. Spencer stared back. She cocked her head to the side, as if asking her why she was staring.

“Useless lesbian.” Were they doing that thing they do in the movies where they flirt by tossing food at each other?

“I- What- You-” the orange inkling sputtered, then pointed at Marie, who still had her back turned. She’s right there! Spencer mouthed.

Ari snorted, then shrugged with a slightly smug smile. “Anyway, how is the baking going?”

“Pretty good! The coxinhas are ready to go in the oven, I’ll put them in later so that they can be warm when Cadence arrives.”

“And the cake is almost done,” Marie continued, now back with no batter on her nose. “It looks and smells amazing. Cadence better like it.”

“If she doesn’t, I’ll eat my spatula.”

“There’s no reason she won’t like it,” Ari said, turning around to look at the oven. Inside it sat a chocolate cake that gave off a decadently delicious smell. “This is her favourite. Is the...the thing already in it?”

“The brigadeiro?” Spencer asked. “Not yet. I’m just finishing up the kibes and then I’ll get to it.”

“Perfect.” I don’t need to go to the supermarket then. “In that case, I’ll leave you two to it, and I’m going to go pick up the birthday girl.”

Ari had never been more happy that she’d made a duplicate of Cadence’s keys: it was freezing cold and there was absolutely no way in hell that she’d wait for her girlfriend outside. She loved her very much, but there was only so much she could take in the name of love. And even in the hallway outside her door, with her scarf, Spencer’s old pilot hat, her two sweaters and her thick winter coat, she was still cold. She couldn’t wait to go back to the warmth of Pearl’s mansion. She took a deep breath, then knocked on the door.

“I’ll be there in a second!” Cadence’s voice echoed from inside her apartment.

There was some rattling, then a crashing sound followed by a loud “Fuck!”, then silence. Ari thought she heard the soft thump of something being tossed on top of a bed, and after some more shuffling, the door finally opened.

How is she allowed to look that cute.

Her girlfriend was wearing a fairly simple outfit: she recognised the pale purple dress Ari had bought for her a while ago, as well as the little paintbrush choker which also happened to be a gift from her. She was also wearing black tights and boots just a shade darker than her dress. And to complete the look, she had slung a long black coat over her shoulders. She looked adorable.

Cadence looked her up and down, and chuckled.

“What?” Ari asked with a little smile.

“You look funny,” she replied, pointing at the hat.

“It’s freezing, I don’t even know how you’re not cold right now.”

The inkling shrugged. “It’s only 16°C, it’s not that cold.” Then she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ari’s waist. “Here, let me warm you up.”

The octoling smiled as her girlfriend kissed her. She’d never get tired of kissing Cadence. Or hugging her, or cuddling with her, or curling up in her arms as she slept.

“There you go!” Cadence said as they pulled away, face slightly flushed. “Feeling warmer?”

Ari nodded. “Definitely.”

“Alright, let’s go then!” The inkling bounced on her toes as she whirled around to lock her door. “Crêpe time, crêpe time, crêpe time!”

Ari felt something vibrate in her pocket. Making sure that her girlfriend wasn’t looking, she discreetly checked her phone, and smiled as she saw a thumbs-up emoji sent by Spencer. Nice. Let’s do this.

She gasped, which made Cadence jump and almost drop her keys.

“Sorry,” she apologised, “but I just realised that I forgot your gift at home. Do you mind if we stop by the mansion before we get our crêpes?”

“Oh! I thought this was way more serious,” Cadence laughed, her shoulders slumping with relief. “Yeah, no, sure, we can do that!”

“Great.”

Cadence pocketed her keys, then held out her hand and wiggled her fingers. Ari took her girlfriend’s warm hand in her own, and they set off towards the mansion.

Spencer - ari dont come to the kitchen

Callie - yeah dont

Marie - or if you really want to do that, do it later. way later. like 1am later

Ari’s excitement only grew as they neared the mansion. She’d felt her phone vibrate a few more times in her pocket, but hopefully it wasn’t anything important. At least no one had called her, which automatically meant everything was fine. Everything better be fine. The two cephalopods walked up to the large metal gate and Ari pressed the button to ring the bell and warn the other three that they were here. Cadence gave her a puzzled glance.

“Why are you doing that? Aren’t Pearl and Marina...not home?”

The octoling froze, hoping her look of realisation looked convincing enough. Without a word, she shoved her free hand in her pocket and pulled out her keys, which made Cadence laugh. She pointedly avoided her gaze and focused on the lock, feigning embarrassment, then pushed the door. Thankfully, she managed to keep her excited smile off her face. They were so close, there was no way she could fuck this up now.

The smell of cake still hung in the air faintly when they entered the mansion. Ari tensed. Hopefully, Cadence hadn’t noticed. She didn’t dare look at her to check. Instead, she simply pulled her girlfriend towards the stairs.

“Isn’t your room over there?” she asked, hopping up the carpeted stairs.

“It is, but your gift is in that room,” Ari responded, pointing towards said room.

She could feel her heartbeats racing as they stood in front of the door. Her hands felt clammy under her gloves, and slowly, she opened the door.

Instantly, three party poppers went off and a song in a language Ari didn’t understand started playing.

“Surprise!” Spencer, Callie and Marie shouted. “Happy birthday, Cadence!”

Now, Ari could smile. She looked back at her girlfriend, who was just standing there with her mouth hanging open in surprise. She still hadn’t let go of her hand, and her gaze flicked from Spencer, to Callie, to Marie, to the giant Zapfish cutout, to the balloons hanging from the ceiling fan, to the tables of snacks, back to Spencer, then to Callie and Marie again.

“So you lied to me.”

Ari froze. “What?”

Cadence turned to her girlfriend with the most adorable pout on her face. “We’re not getting crêpes?”

Ari opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. On the other side of the room, Spencer exploded with laughter, quickly followed by Callie and Marie.

“That’s what you’re-”

The short inkling cut her off by cupping her face and kissing her very gently. Ari felt herself melt, and when they pulled away - just a bit too soon, in her humble opinion - she felt her hearts fill with joy as she saw her girlfriend’s face. That smile, those shining eyes...I did it. Mission Cadence’s big 21 is a success.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much.”

It was only later in the evening that Ari stumbled across the mess that was the kitchen. She simply stood there and stared at the carnage. Then she decided that cleaning up was a problem for future Ari to deal with. Right now, all she wanted was to get some water and get back to cuddling her birthday girlfriend.

8. “Go on. Make a wish.”

They’d never been more scared in his life. It came nowhere near close to when Reef had torn them to pieces, or when the alarms had blared the minute Agent 3 had appeared in front of Octavio. They were terrified, because they knew that if they got caught, they would not live to see another day.

The tunnel was dark, damp and suffocating. Not being able to see anything besides the faint glow of their freckles only exacerbated the loud clamor of the soldiers chasing them - and they were already so horribly sensitive to sound. The noise pricked at their skin and their head, and they had to pick between controlling the tears streaming down their face and stopping the pained whines from coming out their mouth. They chose the latter.

I never should’ve done this. I should’ve waited. I should’ve woken them up. They should’ve come with us. I can’t do this without them.

The person in front of them suddenly halted. She was saying something, but their brain couldn’t seem to process her words. They only tightened their grip on her wrist, which didn’t seem to help since they felt a nervous flick of tentacles against their arm. They tensed. If she didn’t know what to do, if she was as stressed as they were, if she was lost...then they were utterly lost. And to be fair, they couldn’t exactly blame her. They fought the urge to curl up on themself and cry. Was it possible to die from crying too much? Right at this moment, they was perfectly willing to try.

A cracking noise split the air. Before they had time to realise what was going on, they felt their companion shoving them to the side. And this time, they were able to hear her scream.

“Run!”

Their body reacted faster than their mind: running was a simple command, and obeying it was committed to muscle memory by now. Everything around them trembled. Where should they run? They had no idea. All they knew was that they had to run.

Behind them, something crashed to the ground with the loudest crack they’d ever heard. A thunderclap of pain coursed through their body, and this time they couldn’t contain their scream as they fell to their knees, hands clutching their head in a silent plea to make it stop.

And then it stopped.

Now all they could hear was their own laboured breathing.

What...happened?

For a moment, they didn’t dare move. Because maybe if they moved, the world would fall apart again, or they would be crushed by either rocks or a steel-toed heel. But nothing stirred as they gently let go of his head. The air around them was completely, entirely and utterly still. They uncurled themself extremely slowly, both out of wariness and because their body was shaking so violently that they were certain they’d fall back down if they moved too fast. When they were finally sitting up straight, they turned around. The faint glow of their freckles bounced off of a wall of freshly-fallen chunks of rocks.

The tunnel...caved in.

Tentatively, they reached out to touch the stones. They felt freezing to the touch, which sent a harsh shiver down their arm. Horrible, horrible feeling. Don’t know why I did that. They rubbed their arm to try and get rid of the awful sensation. The movement seemed to calm their trembling as well. The purple glow dimmed. And slowly, a feeling of dread and apprehension creeped in their gut.

“...Marina?”

Their voice echoed and bounced off the walls around him. No reply came.

Is she…

They refused to finish the thought. They refused to think about the possibility that the other octoling might be…

But she might as well be. Because there was no way they could get back to her now. their limbs were weakened from all the shaking so they couldn’t even think about lifting a single rock, and they weren't that strong to begin with. No matter what they did, they would not be able to find Marina again. They brought a hand to their face and took a trembling breath as they tried to stop the tears from falling again.

A breeze blew past them, making their tentacles twitch. A...breeze? It was cold, so cold, but it felt fresh, unlike the hot and heavy air of the domes. They turned around. It was still pitch black ahead, which terrified them, but...if the surface was beyond that darkness, maybe they could stress themself enough to make their freckles light the way. And maybe if they got to the surface...maybe then they would be able to feel something other than pain.

They got to their feet, and thankfully their legs did not give up on them. They still felt like they might fall over at any moment, and their muscles were screeching with pain, but at least they could stand. Progress. Now...walking. They took one tentative step. Then another. Then another. Then some more. Then they tripped. They managed to grip the wall next to them and prevent another fall, but they immediately regretted it: the earth was squishy and wet and disgusting. They hated it.

But they continued. They continued to walk. They occasionally tripped, which earned them some scratches. They could feel the blood trickling down their legs, but they couldn’t do anything about it, nor did they care. The more they walked, the colder they felt and the stronger the wind was. They knew they were getting closer. The surface was just beyond their reach. Soon, they would be able to call the domes a distant memory.

Somehow, all they could feel at that thought was dread.

Then, they noticed that the tunnel wasn’t as dark. They had to blink several times to notice the difference, but they noticed it. A rush of anxiety seized their chest. I’m so close, they thought, clenching their fists. I’m so close. I can do this. Soon the ground sloped upwards under their feet, and while the roof closed in on them as they progressed, the air only grew fresher. A small hole came into view. Their heartbeats quickened. They could no longer stand, so instead they crawled, ignoring the loud protesting of their entire body. The hole was now an arm’s length away from them. Slowly, very slowly, they inched closer to it. They stuck one arm out, then the other, and once they were sure that their grip on the outside of the hole was secure, they pulled themself out of the tunnel.

A violent shiver shook their body.

They had made it to the surface.

They stood in a large, grassy valley, dotted with the occasional bush and tree. They were blooming. But they didn’t care. Because above them, an indigo blue sky stretched out. It was huge. It looked like the sky they’d always seen on the domes’ monitors, but at the same time it didn’t look like it at all. They didn’t have the words to describe it, simply because it was beyond anything they’d ever known or imagined. It was...beautiful? Stunning? Breathtaking? Magical?

They fell to their knees.

Above them, the stars twinkled. They remembered that old inkling tradition they’d read in a book one of their sisters had stolen. The one about wishing upon stars. They’d promised each other that they would do that once- if they ever reached the surface.

Go on. Make a wish.

But they couldn’t.

They couldn’t bring themself to make a wish when this was how they had gotten here. Sure, they had escaped the domes, but...they were alone. They’d lost Marina during the escape, and most importantly, their sisters had not come with them. Their beloved sisters, the only octolings they knew they could trust with their life down there. The only people that had ever mattered to them. They were up here, while they were still stuck in hell.

They were completely alone.

I don’t deserve this.

This time, they didn’t try to stop the tears. The endless sky above them grew lighter with the sunrise as they sobbed on the cold, dewy grass.

#splatoon #kell.txt #kibbulation #i got the idea for the angsty one and i immediately started cackling like a disney villain #im more used to writing angst and it Shows

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pankjwimbleton · 3 years ago

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Kibble

knight boy themselves

Fav Thing Abt Them: i love how they look. short and simple. it's an orb w a blade on its head. peak character design

Least Fav Thing Abt Them: tbh there isn't really much to hate! but i do not like how little we know abt them. let me know the secret kibble knowledge

Fav Line: i'm not sure the kibbles?? talk?? no mouth

brOTP: kibs and jammerjab. dey r friends :)

OTP: i mean [gestures vaguely at kibblecule]

nOTP: hm. don't really have one ig

Random Headcannon: they love sweets! all of em ofc but more specifically cupcakes and other baked goods

Unpopular Opinion: let them get their shiny variants back let them ge

Song I Associate W Them: Mr. Woox - Holiday Party. yes i love swing yes i want kirby characters to like swing as well. no particular reason i put these two together other than Viberinos

Fav pic of them:

#asks #kirby #love the armor boy

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hotpinkhoshi · 4 years ago

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kib mark, tp jinyoung and I saw that u had a fic on hold with Jackson so sugar and spice jackson for f marry drunk

omg i haven’t thought about sugar and spice jackson in forever but he 🥰🥰🥰🥰 he can bake, make latte art, and has a heart of gold!!!!

fuck tp jinyoung, get drunk with kib mark and marry s&s jackson 💖

fuck, marry, get drunk with! send me three names!

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princessxombie · 5 years ago

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Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 followers you want to know better

tagged by @mustloveshera

1. Named after anyone? a character from a story I wrote about Necromancers

2. Last time you cried? I just watched the season 2 Steven Universe episode The Answer on my lunch break a couple ours ago.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, make a good auntie, or mom to furbabies if I get the chance though.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? not really, I like sincerity and kindness

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? clothes, I love fashion

6. What’s your eye color? brown

7. Scary movie or happy ending? Scary! I love being scared.

8. Where were you born? I’m a country girl at heart

9. What are your hobbies?

Reading fantasy, horror, sci fi, lots of ya

video games all kinds

i used to write stories, should probably get back into that

collecting clothes, too many dresses and skirts

baking especially sweet stuff, but occasionally bread

hiking the trails and wilderness just outside the city

spoiling my girlfriend

10. Do you have any pets? No but I hang out a lot with a dog named Kibeth, and two cats named Buster and Sabriel. I’ve even taken Kibs on some walks and Buster to the vet, so I’ve slowly adopted them.

11. What sports do you/have you played? bwahahaahaha!

12. how tall are you? 5′10″, and somehow not even second tallest girl in my friend group.

13. Favorite subject in school? Math strangely enough. Like things just clicked for me and I liked the way it made sense.

14. Dream job? published writer, I would love to get paid to make stories

15. Tagging: please feel free to ignore if you don’t want to do this but @sometransgal @aomitois @moonlesbiam @starlightandmoonfire @omghaileydee @eva-420 @lookingforla @sometransgal @hey-adora @b00k-freak

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kibbits · 6 years ago

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I forgot to post it here, but I made a fan SI/fanspecies for @spaceiplier oop If you’re interested, I’m putting the info under a Read More : D

Kibbits is a Sun-Eater Sun-Eaters are basically a mass of tentacles growing out of and around a softball-sized, sun-like growth (their core), generally accompanied by a head. They have slight bio-luminescent patterns going through their face and hair —not unlike stars— and a number of eyes and mouths can be grown all over their bodies

They can’t speak through those mouths (but can bite or eat), but the light of their core shines through the eyes, so they can communicate through a sort of morse code by opening and closing them in a pattern. Unfortunately for her, Kibs needs glasses so they can only see blurry colors/general movement through the extra eyes.

Sun-Eaters are from Voyss, a gas giant and second planet orbiting a red dwarf. It’s very dense, and so there is only a thin few layers of cloud cover before you get to the super-critical liquid, where it’s pitch black and you move through the atmosphere as if swimming. The core of the planet is surprisingly rich in minerals, which attracts the occasional external ship.

The Sun-Eaters were basically like abyssal fish, exposing their core and using its light to lure fish, snagging them when they got close enough. The fish contained heavy doses of efficient fuel, which kept Sun-Eaters’ cores burning, and when those passing ships discovered it, they almost hunted the fish to extinction, not knowing the planet was in fact inhabited.

Nowadays, Sun-Eaters are opportunistic omnivores. They team up to ambush the crews of lone ships, strip them of their belongings, and jettison them into space to die. Sometimes they’ll keep the ship to fake a distress signal and attract more, too.

Kibs has tried this exactly once, on a small, lone ship that hovered near the lower levels of the atmosphere. They ambushed the small crew of three one by one and tied them up, preparing to launch them out the airlock, but felt so bad when they caught the look of desperation and betrayal on their faces that they gave them back the ship and send them on their merry way.

Unfortunately for them, they were GAAP! So, ungratefully, and now aware of Sun-Eaters’ existence, they issued a warrant for Kibs’ arrest under charges of attempted murder and assault on GAAP officers, and teams were sent to dispatch groups of Sun-Eaters in the sector.

Now thoroughly fucked with both an arrest warrant and the whole damn sector out for their skin, they had to flee in the first abandoned ship they could get to —a rusty old cargo ship with no real steering or speed capabilities. They drifted for a while and slowly starved until, by luck, a ship happened to take interest. They steeled themself to repeat the process and ambush this crew, with their very survival on the line this time.

When they inevitably chickened out again, they were lucky that this small crew was far more understanding of their circumstances, and forgiving. They took them in, fed them, and treated them like an old friend. When they were fascinated by plants, having never seen any before, they taught them how to grow them. When they showed interest in their work and how they prepared food, they taught them to bake and brought them along to their next jobs. They taught themself to look passably humanoid by basing a form on theirs, and stayed to lend a hand (several of them, actually) in their kitchen for years.

When a brush with the GAAP came too close (à la “When you trip and you spaghetti falls out of your pocket”, but the spaghetti is them), they realized that their constant presence could put them or their restaurant in danger, so they fixed up the old cargo ship to run on inward-facing solar panels, said their tearful goodbyes, and left to start their own food (space) truck (Bakery-ship??). They still call each other often!

Their ship is about the size of a small apartment, maybe? They have their kitchen, a small living room, an aquarium spanning a wall where they raise their own fish for food, and a room absolutely covered in plants, with a weird reverse tanning bed made of solar panels where they expose their core to power the ship —hence why they doesn’t take on passenger unless it’s an emergency or they knows them very very well. They don’t feel very comfortable about their “true form” anymore

Being used to total darkness, isolation, and anonymity, they are now a twitchy nervous wreck 90% of the time around people and in brightly lit areas. While they want to be a good person and repay the kindness that was shown to them, they’re not exactly used to people being friendly, either, so they can be kind of wary. (But, uh, if they are friendly, then they get Attached ridiculously quickly) Once or twice, they’ve sold snacks to the spaceiplier team, and spent the whole interaction cooing over the dogs

#my art #sfw #shes purple but im not taking chances with the bots #in other news holographic is tough to draw #but gotta keep that sun radiation in #moi #lol edited cause thats when i used she apparently

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