#she has the munchies for Blood

[sentimentalslut]

we need better representation for mean bitches who smoke weed

[rowretro]

꧁ＤＲＵＧＳ ＆ ＭＯＮＥＹ꧂

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, drugs, drug addict reader, abuse

♤synopsis: Nishimura Riki. One of the most well feared mafia sons, is filthy rich, He was never really interested in dating, hating the idea of putting all his trust, love, blood sweat and tears into one person. Then he laid his eyes on you, a broken, barely appreciated, drug addict. (Riki's "I love you 3000" cover was playing in my head non stop while writing this- I need him in my life frfr)

✧♤✧♤✧♤𝕯𝕽𝖀𝕲𝕾 & 𝕸𝕺𝕹𝕰𝖄♤✧♤✧♤✧

Get up, get ready, clean up, go to school, get high and arrive at her apartment late as fuck. That was Y/ns daily routine. She's high 90% of the time, filling the massive hole her parents stabbed in her heart, with weed, Whiskey and pills. She had nothing to lose. Her parents always hated her, the reason never clear. So she moved out at 16, and got her own small apartment, a very decent one. Now she's yet to turn 18 in a few weeks, yet she's making bad decisions back and forth

She had fallen in love many times, but she always ended up getting hurt, or being a burden. So she'd turn to her fellow, Jack Daniels and Marijuana for some company. No one ever visited her... so she was beyond surprised when she heard her doorbell ring. High out of her mind, she answered it, not thinking of the potential dangers that may be lurking behind the door.

"Fuck- you got a first aid kit?" He asked, shutting the door and barricading it. Y/n pouted as she started to think "Clearly you're high. I'll go find it myself." He said, as he walked through the clean, plain hallways. Of course he found a brand new, unused first aid kit, however, what he didn't find was any photos of your family or at least parents. No sign of a boyfriend, or anyone else who might live there.

The strong stench of Cannabis filling his nostrils as he groaned. The male treated his own wounds that were barely painful to him. He walked into the living room only to find the girl lying on the ground, high out of her mind. Y/n had fallen asleep on the cold, marble floor despite being so high and having a fever, but she was used to it and she was too lazy to move.

Riki however, found it cute. He found her cute. God she's too cute, so short, so clueless, and so stupid. He really wanted to know what you were like when you were sober, but when examining all the munchies you had randomly scattered in the kitchen, he realized that may be a challenge. So he decided to stay until you wake up.

Never would he have ever found himself cleaning up a girl's home, picking up a girl's underwear and putting it in the laundry basket, carrying a girl to her bed and tucking her in. But I'll tell you one thing. He fucking loved it. He loves taking care of this girl, he only just practically met her but... he really wants her. He's a mafia he can have whatever the fuck he wants.

That's how Y/n found herself in a massive, luxurious mansion. Guards here and there, all her artwork in a big room with all the art supplies an artist could dream for. A perfect yet psychotic man who seems to be on a murder rampage on the daily. It has been 1 month since the male kidnapped her saying that he's in love with her and will even marry her. However the place was missing something she lived her whole life on...

"I CAN'T FUCKING DO IT FUCK SAKE RIKI! GIVE ME MY WEED FOR FUCKSAKE!" She screamed, crying and kicking her bedsheets, yanking at her hair as she screamed. The male slapped her painfully hard, pulling her to himself "FUCKING PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER Y/N!" he yelled as the girl just cried in his embrace "Y-you don't understand ki... it's hard! it hurts, I need them I really do- I'm fucking weak I can't- sobriety is so fucking overrated! please- im begging you please!" She cried as the male just hugged her closely.

With drawl is extremely hard, and for a teenager to have to go through something like that, without her parents to support her is extremely hard. But someone really loves her, a man who'd kill for her and is even willing to die for her. So she will put through it. Fighting with every last bit of energy she has. Riki would keep an eye on her when she does have alcohol, making sure she stays within a limit. He let her buy a vape, just to help her lay off of the drugs.

He knew that all this was all worth it. because when the struggle is over, Y/n will realize that he truly loves her, and no matter what crazy shit he does, she will always run into his arms, and yearn for his touch. "I love you Ki... I'm glad you kidnapped me you know?... I've never been love like this before..." She admitted, her head pressed against his chest, as her body was shielded by his loving arms.

Y/n melted in his embrace, closing her eyes with a smile when she felt his perfect, plush lips on her forehead. Those lips, the only drug she's addicted to and will never let herself get over. "I love you too my darling..." he said with a smile, cradling her in his arms, his head rested against hers, theirs eyes closed as they sat before the fireplace, comforted by the relaxing sounds of their heartbeats.

✧♤✧♤✧♤𝕯𝕽𝖀𝕲𝕾 & 𝕸𝕺𝕹𝕰𝖄♤✧♤✧♤✧

[artinvain]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱 (pt. 1)

sevika x reader modern au (fluff & weed smoking… mdni)

characters: sevika x reader, silco & vander .

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when sevika joins one of the biggest financial firms in her district, it’s not a big deal to her. it’s not her passion, but she makes money, work is stupidly easy for her, she lives way over comfortably and if she wants she can choose her own hours. of course — she keeps to a basically military routine, she likes it, it helps her stop thinking. about her dad, where her mom could be, the last person she loved.

she’s waiting to meet up with the same old college buddies she always does. they meet at a dispensary cafe maybe once or twice a week. but sevika goes almost everyday — because it also helps her not think.

when she walks in vander and silco are making a noise in their usual nook, greeting her with hugs and a cig to start. when they were all together like this they became idiots. usually intellectual conversations about philosophy or politics, the latest in news, the latest in their lives and careers. but here it was babble filled laughter and no thoughts at all.

“do you guys want coffee or some of the stuff on the munchies menu?”

your voice is new, vander and silco quieten down in her ears as she looks up at you, the sun shining like a halo bouncing around your locs. she wants to say something, tell you you’re pretty. It’s what she usually does when she sees a girl she likes. flirts like crazy but now sevika can’t say a goddamm thing.

it’s the way you’re looking at her and only her. your lip bitten and a small smile poking through as you notice she’s staring. and you can’t help but look on with some strange affection, her soft dark skin, muscles underneath it flexing. her grey eyes — so unusual, smoky and cool. your manager had told you she was a regular so if you wanted a tip you needed to be nice. to sevika you are lovely — she can’t really describe it but you make her blush.

when you walk away with their orders, the boys are immediately hounding her. “would you have preferred vander and i left the both when you did all that?”

“I - did you - are you fucking blushing?” silco laughs so hard he’s coughing and slapping vander’s arm when she rolls her eyes. “my hearts, my stars, my god — you are! I haven’t seen you look like this in years,” he gasps.

“weed makes you overly dramatic, silco,” she retorts gulps gratefully at a bottle of water while vander continues

“seriously though, you’re looking at her like you have something other than ice in your veins” vander howls at himself

silco lights up his cigarette and leans back, “come now vander, sevika’s just afraid of her feelings, if anything — her blood burns too hot-“

“shut up.” sevika mumbles. it’s not untrue, she’d bounced around from girlfriend to girlfriend, but no one ever stuck and she never seemed to mind. the sex was good — sometimes okay. they never could quite match her though. “it’s not my fault I don’t get along with them,”

“oh yes it’s always something - no banter, not intellectual enough — but I think -“

“yes, what do you think vander?” sevika spits with a snarl

“I think you’re sabotaging yourself.” he says more seriously than intended. she has nothing to say. no remark - she can’t explain away a truth they’d been skirting around whenever it came to sevika’s love life. they’d been badgering her about settling down for once, let herself be known outside of their little trio.

“drop it, vander,” she glares and he only rolls his eyes leaning forward to snatch a lighter in her hand for his joint.

it just has to be then that you walk back to their table, startled by the sudden silence as you hand out their snacks. “is everything okay?” you ask and Sevika’s smile is small but fleeting.

“do you have a strain that can lift the mood?” ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙

sevika greets you by name every time she comes in now, over tips you, pulls you into conversation when she knows you should be working but she knows your boss and he’ll let it slide for her.

“so, how’s the wolf of wall street?” you whistle handing sev a clear vile with her joint in it. “you have to stop calling me that,” sevika laughs, loosening the deep blue, tie, embroidered with silver stars around her neck. “but you are! you told me yourself you’re up at 6am every day to make your matcha latte before gym, and you look at your stocks, in your giant loft —“

sevika laughs albeit a little nervously at your teasing “I did not say I had a loft,” and you smile at her coyly scratching her neck. “but am I wrong?” you ask and she ducks her head, her shoulder moving with her laughter.

“ah fuck,” she groans with a smile “leave me alone,” sev says jokingly, and you roll your eyes “okay, if you really want me to.”

but you don’t move, and sevika doesn’t say anything. she’s just looking at you, taking you in — grateful your job doesn’t have a uniform so she can see you in your wide leg pants, dark green flowers springing forth and your tight top — purple, strappy and your breasts, pressed up against them. she looks away from a moment and you chuckle having seen where her eyes ended they’re tour of you.

“you look pretty today,” sev mumbles, taking a sip of water.

“thank you sev, you look pretty put together yourself — meeting with investors ?”

“yeah,” she grunts, “something like that — I don’t know, first time I’ve felt off my game. the company’s just very white and male. I don’t know if I got the deal.” she stretches her neck, “and I hate failing,” she lets slip. furrows her eyebrows at herself because why would she tell you that?

“hey, you’re good at your job, or you wouldn’t be up for a promotion,” she shrugs at your response “plus,” you sit down next to her, “if anything you can depend on the diversity token,” you smirk and nudge her with your elbow, smoke billows out of her mouth as she laughs. coughing slightly before sitting up straight.

“I know it must be annoying, always having to shape yourself up into this heterosexual role,” you sigh, sev offers you some of her joint and you take it without question, knowing it was just you and andy your co-worker today,

“and your jobs are always with all these white, men determining whether you look good enough or if you’re well spoken enough, it’s bullshit,” you sigh and sevika nods

“it’s like I’m never doing well enough I’m tired of it,” she responds.

“you should be tired of it, but you are,” you say firmly, “good enough — don’t let them define you sev, your work shows that you’re good for it.”

“thanks,” she smiles, she’d heard it before but it felt different coming from you, because you understand her. you’re not just trying to make her feel better. it is bullshit and you let her know that it’s okay to feel that way.

“vander and silco don’t really understand it. i mean don’t get me wrong they try. but they’ll never really know.” sevika sighs and takes the j back from you when you offer it with a smile.

“I get that,” you nod and tie your locs up out of your face. “hey, I have to go check on that table,” you spot a couple with their coffee cups empty. “but I’ll be back,”

she turns the words over in her head. she didn’t ask you to, but you were coming back to her — like you always did. the first to check in on her when she came in and rarely did you leave her without at least some conversation, even when the cafe was busy. you grab sev’s hand and give it a tight squeeze and it jolts sevika’s body feeling your soft hand in hers, so warm and you trace a circle on the back of her hand that she can feel long after you’ve pulled away.

sevika should be at home by now, instead she’s following you around, watching you clean counter tops and pack away snacks for the night shift to open later.

“so, I told andy like I can’t take her every table just because she doesn’t feel like serving — do I have something on my face?” you stop rubbing at a sticky spot on the table where someone spilled something, staring at her quizzically as she looks down at you.

“no,” she smiles and then her eyes dart nervously around the room, “sorry, I was just… looking at you.” you don’t say anything for a moment, “I think you’re really pretty,” she says nervously. she hadn’t complimented someone so gently in a while. it’d all been heated praises while her hands were guided to someone’s neck. so sev chuckles uncomfortably and turns her head to stare at a painting when you say forger.

“I could have painted that. like better probably,” she says and when she looks back at you, your standing so close to her she can feel your breath on her neck.

“I think you’re beautiful,” you say, and sevika chokes on her words. she’d always been “sexy” or “hot” or “super attractive” but no one had called her beautiful. cupping her cheek so softly and with no intent.

“I just was never sure how you felt, so I didn’t say anything,” you said, and sevika holds her hand over yours, looking down at you and smiling sheepishly as you lean up and kiss the side of her mouth. “I like you,” you grin at her blush and the way she tumbles over her words.

“of course yeah, i um - do you want to come back to my place?” she rushes out and a pit forms in her stomach when you blink slowly and swallow.

“I’m sorry, did I just ruin everything?” sevika asks bluntly and you shake your head, she holds your hand to her cheek, hoping you don’t pull away.

“no it’s fine. I want to, I do. but, I’ve done that a lot recently, I mean finishing my masters it was really bad. I kind of want something real,” you say shyly, trying and failing to pull away from sevika,

“we can take it slow,” what the fuck is she thinking. she’s never taken it slow. her longest relationship was three months and she fucked it up because she always priorities work. but, you’re beautiful and kind and smart and funny and she doesn’t know if she can just let you go. at least not that easily.

“let me take you home,” sevika offers as you lock up, the sun’s not down yet but she doesn’t want you to go. you agree and whistle when you jump into her jeep.

“wolf of Wall Street— this is impressive,” sevika rolls her eyes with a smile and turns her car on.

“just fucking give me the directions,” she answers and you laugh, getting your maps out “it’s not far from here,” you say.

“if you’re not busy, maybe you can come inside, talk and have some tea or — I don’t know, maybe not-“

“no yes. I would love to,” she replies eagerly, making her way down to your place, following the maps stoic directions.

“so you said you could paint something better than what’s in the shop?” you turn to her and she blushes — she shouldn’t have said that.

“I used to paint, and sketch,” she admits, used to as if she didn’t pick up her charcoal for the first time in months to sketch every detail of your soft face.

you nod, looking around her clean car, it didn’t look like one of an artist “you should show me sometime,” you mumble and flick the boulder of the sisyphus bobble head stuck to her dash. “this is a really fucking specific bobble head,”

sevika laughs and agrees, “I got it in greece at some really overpriced tourist shop. I don’t know, vander and silco got something too, all philosophy shit because we’re—“

“really pretentious,” you laugh and she nods along “yeah yeah. we all met in our first year greek mythology course and then again in philosophy and we kind of just stuck together. and I never buy myself anything so I figured.”

“why this though? why the reminder of eternal punishment on your dashboard, every day?”

“other than the fact that it reminds me of my oldest friends?”

it’s not like you didn’t understand. you have an embroidered quilt of plath’s fig tree poem hanging in your kitchen.

“yeah, other than that,” you dig, you know there’s something more there.

“I don’t know, I felt like I was sisyphus for a long time,” she admits. something about your aura was so damn relaxing, like she could say anything around you and you wouldn’t care. “I had accepted that I had to suffer.” she drums her thumbs on the steering wheel, “that being who I am was some cosmic punishment, but then. I don’t know I figured if my boulder was who I am, I’d have to keep pushing it, even if people failed to see how light it is to me,”

you nod, finally satisfied with her answer and look over at her. she doesn’t feel like she has anything more to say. and for once she isn’t scrambling for charmed words or flirtation, she just lets herself listen to you breathe.

“paradoxical but that’s what it is to be brown and queer in this world huh,” you say and sevika nods falling into a comfortable silence until you reach your flat.

a small victorian brick building, that’s much bigger when you’re inside. stairs leading up to what you explain are two other apartments. the tenants quiet but very nice and hardly home. you walk her down the passage to your apartment door.

she’s greeted by warmth and the smell of fading incense. you turn on orange lamps and a sunset one in the living room,

“you can put your jacket on the stand there,” you say, looking at her from over the kitchen island. “and take your shoes off, please,”

sevika complies and feels a tight knot it her stomach. nerves. why is she nervous when she knows you two won’t be doing anything. the way you’d seen through her in the car, you wanted to know her, not just her body and that scared the shit out of her. should she just leave? she’s ready to put her shoes back on when you walk past her into the living room with a tray, a teapot and two cups and some honey. it’s so sweet she decides against herself to sit down on your couch beside you.

she looks around while you pour her tea, the couch is plush, you’re venitian carpeting soft under her socks. you have a feature wall painted dark green and covered in abstract paintings and one family portrait.

“that you?” sevika asks, making out our plump cheeks and toothy grin, as you lean over who she assumes in your father. she thanks you for the tea and takes a sip of the warmth,

“yeah,” you smile, “my brother is late, but my sister lives like two streets down,”

“I’m so sorry,” she offers and gently lays a hand on your shoulder. you take it and kiss the back of her hand.

“shit, sorry,” you apologise and let go off her, but she wants you to do it again, can feel the outline of your lips tingling on her hand. “s’okay,” she nods and keeps her hand on your shoulder.

“viktor was my adopted brother, he was really sick.” you stop there and turn to her with a watery smile. “I loved him a lot,”

she can tell. nods solemnly and lets you have a moment, and then your laughing a little embarrassed and wiping your eyes.

“It was a long time ago, sorry,”

“don’t be,” sev says, “I wanna know you,” she smiles and you smirk back at her, your cheeky attitude back in play, “then ask me a question,” you say, she doesn’t know where to start because she has a million.

“how’d you know you were… I don’t know sapphic?” she asks tentatively. “well, I’ve known I was a lesbian since I was like twelve. there was this girl I alway hung out with —“ you’re smiling fondly and sevika lays over your words.

“yeah?” sevika answers getting ready for your story.

she leaves way too late, all you two did was talk and laugh and she hadn’t checked her stocks or taken any calls and she can’t remember the last time she wasn’t always working, even partially, even in her free time. when she gets home she’s on her laptop until midnight, taking an international meeting and all the while, all she can think about is sitting and watching the rest of the stupid magician show she’d started with you before she saw the time.

when she clambers into bed, for the first time she notices how cool the spot beside her is. she bundles herself up in pillows and falls asleep with you on her mind.

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”I wanna take you on a date,” sevika smiles leaning on the counter where you’ve just finish letting a group of friends pay.

“you do?” you ask, “you doing it because you think I’ll give you discounts ?”

“I know you’ll give me discounts,” she laughs “I got something for you,” she pulls out a novel from her work satchel. “I know you wanted a physical to have, but you said you were too distracted to get one so”

the picture of dorian gray. inside the first page were names of people who had had the book before you, dating back to ‘97. you’d wanted a hard cover since you’d read it a year ago. but she’d gone above and beyond getting you a thrifted version, you liked the idea of a hand me down of something so many others like you had enjoyed and now you had one and she knew that. the thought made your heart thump.

“where did you get this?” you ask, touching over the names of all the people who’d signed it,

“just looked at like four different second hand book stores,” she shrugs and looks on fondly as you excitedly flip through the annotated pages.

“thank you!” you lean over the counter and kiss her cheek.

“and not that that was a bribe or anything but-“

“I obviously want to go on a date with you vika,” she blushes at the nickname, her heart beating a little faster. “yeah?” “yeah,” you nod and jump at andy’s snide remark for you to start your shift.

“I’ll pick you up after work,” she taps on the counter and smiles widely, the bell on the cafe door ringing loudly in her ears as she exits. for the first time in a long time, she’s more than just living. the air smells fresh, colours and bright and her heart is pumping hard, hot blood coursing to her cheeks as she thinks of you. tonight, tonight, tonight.

okay next chapter is the date and maybe a sexy little smut scene hehehe or angst. who knows? not even me. 🏷️ @iamaboringrattat @archangeldyke-all @sevsbaby @sapphicsgirl @bimboprincezz @opropheticsoul @ariariarr @sexysapphicshopowner

[wandasaura]

i decided to be nice and not individually send every thought i’ve had in the last hour, you’re welcome babygirl.

reader:

- getting a drunken tattoo during the mommy and daddy don’t know they went out request

- wrecking (minorly) with daddy on the bike

- getting high asf and causing mischief w/ yelena while mommy and daddy are out and them coming home to absolute chaos

- run away reader run away ready run away reader

- car breaks down on the what was it? 40 minute drive? to westview from campus in the middle of the hottest summer ever, thanks global warming

- breaking something in the house or something along those lines and losing her shit because her real mother would kill her for something like that

- slipping while running around the pool after mommy has literally punished her for doing that previously. hurts herself, could break something, cries like a baby while wanda just sighs with her hands on her hips with that “i told you so look” until she can’t stand not holding babygirl

- someone gets sick (hurt/comfort) or baby gets sick and get literally everyone sick, rip squad

- mommy and daddy finally realize how few actual meals reader eats and institutes the sticker chart to earn stickers and eventually a super special treat

- mommy and daddy make reader get life360 or an airtag attached to her after running away so much

- 👹

i was waiting to answer this until i finished what i needed to do. but okay let me ponder all of this:

— r would get a henna with monica and be absolutely distraught when she wakes up the next morning and there’s a mini palm tree on her hip bone. it would take natasha literally holding her down on the bed to get her to see it’s literally only temporary

— never going to happen, absolutely not. if natasha has even the slightest bad feeling she’s calling wanda to come pick you up. she’s a reckless driver, but after her accident she’s reluctant to even get on the bike but she knows that you adore it so she does it for you. she’s not willing to risk your safety even if she knows that logically nothing would’ve happened had she kept you on with her

— after the first time you get high yelena offers to show you an actual good time, more so you stop associating weed to ill practically greening out lol. she makes you wait half an hour between hits, slaps your thigh when you take a hit too hard/deep. she’s a total mother hen which is funny considering she’s the most chaotic person you know. when you’re high enough, you and her try and make wandas cookie recipe bc you’re properly suffering from the munchies and guess who walks in right as you drop flour all over the floor… wanda and natasha who had been out at a business dinner that you’d willingly elected not to attend. you practically fling yourself at natasha and giggle about how wanda’s face is as red as her hair.

— she accidentally knocks a certificate off the wall when she tries to open up the window in natasha’s office. it’s only a small crack in the frame, but her mind sends her back to a place where any minor infraction was punishable. she’s an inconsolable wreck when natasha gets home but it’s reassured that it’s only a frame and it can be fixed.

— no because r would eat absolute shit and wanda doesn’t know whether to rush over and assess the damage or reprimand her for once again running next to the pool, but when he notices the blood that’s slowly tainting the pavement she’s at your side in minutes trying to calm you down

— the little bug gets a bug and she’s down bad. it’s only a day before natasha gets sick too, and wandas the last man standing. she never thought having two girlfriends would become having two whiny and clingy toddlers but alas she’s found herself in a position that’s not at all dissimilar. you’re clinging to her whenever she’s around and natasha’s whining for kisses despite turning her head away everytime wanda tries to give her one. “don’t kiss me, you’ll get sick too” and wanda just rolls her eyes because natasha’s fever is so high there’s no doubt she’ll forget by time she’s better. you and natasha get better and a week later wanda is sick… which nobody wants

— they compromise and let her have coconut shrimp and literally nothing else for dinner because apparently that’s “the only thing that i’m going to eat, my brain has been demanding it all day”

— no because i think it would come into play when natasha has to leave for another business trip! she’s suggests the life360 so you know where she is and that she’s safe if she can’t text back right away… and it does come in handy when you inevitably take off again

it is fucking brutal trying to type in the rain

[flowerflamestars]

Abattoir thoughts round 2:

Things I noticed when I reread (slower this time. to actually, ya know, process all of the words):

That Cassian recognized the handwriting for Beron's name. It was very much a moment of "Hell yeah Az! Offer them you hubby's shitty step-dad as a snack!" Not that Elain'd likely need much encouragement.

I was a little confused as to whether the names were added before or after the people in question got eaten (still am a little bit, Rhysand's name being in there is throwing me a bit. probably both), so it didn't registrar with me the first time that Cassian was trying to add his own name to the wall in his own blood. (and then Nesta punts him back to Velaris and blasts his name off her wall.)

I missed the wheat the first time around, so I didn't connect the field of corpses to Mor saying she was getting Feyre to investigate Illyrians farming the wildlands. (and why Feyre asking "who's the food for" made me think of Erebus and the munchies.) We are feeding this nation using the bones of assholes as fertilizer.

Everybody has Opinions (all wrong) about why Azriel didn't come to Mor and Cassian's wedding but none of them even invited to Az's wedding. Or even know that Az got married. (I imagine that Eris got an invite. Imagine the look of Cassian's face when (if) he ever finds out that he didn't get invited to his brother's wedding but fucking Eris did.)

"Hunger and Horror have always been sisters" Does that make Elain Lady Horror?

If Feyre has the title but Mor has the magic, who would go to a High Lord meeting if there was ever another one? Are the other Lord looking north and scratching their heads because wtf is going on up there?

I'm about 90% sure I answered this already, but it popped up like a new message and tumblr is once more not giving me my notes, so I'm going to chat anyway <3

I extremely love the idea that Azriel does not remember, just like everyone else. He's still vibing with the secrets of the world, discovered a strangely familiar feeling death cult? friendship? very specific menu and went: you know what would be great for my boyfriend? DEAD ABUSIVE DAD

(not to mention it's another fatal mark down on the 'Az + Cas really don't meaningfully talk anymore' tally board)

Rhys is definitely on the wall because someone really, really wanted to make sure he was dead and stayed dead. Cassian puts himself on the wall in a multi-pronged suicidal ideation/MY LOVE IS DEATH I AM VIOLENCE atonement + come hither gesture/flailing breakdown because the life he build feels like a bear trap. And the Illyrians took all his Illyrian weapons so you know there is some part of him that's just. Mad about the sword. Feels like it is resonant.

It's faerytale logic: they fed Nesta when she was starving, so she won't let them starve. Her food is death, she's using it to create life. Hunger and bounty. Horror and wonder. Elain is SO pleased by the appellation.

I like to think Azriel's break from everyone has been coming for years, but it really fractured to the bone during the war. It was finally too much shit. He looked down the barrel of serving Feyre for the rest of eternity while Morrigan ran everything in the background, and slowly, purposefully, took step after step back. (And maybe towards Lucien 'HOT HOT HOT' Vanserra who he'd had some..flirty moments with. The exiles stepping out to make their own way is so intriguing! He's friends with Jurian)

Ooo very fun question! Feyre goes. Just like she did in canon. And just like in canon, they don't actually let her go anywhere alone, or make any real government choices. The side eye is SEVERE, but Feyre's whole hero lady reputation is covering a lot of ground, especially combined with the precedent for Night Court bullshit antics.

[tmnt-broken-bonds]

BODY HORROR/SENSITIVE TOPICS

Unethical experimentation, neglect, forced/unknown (known after) cannibalism

This is long! Please let me know if I got anything wrong/gen

My wording is not the best, if you see anything wrong with that let me know too!

-SLASH+LITA-

(Color coded to help)

Species: Alligator snapping turtle, Hawkbill sea turtle

Age: 19, 13

Height: 6’10 feet

Orientation: Unknown

Pronouns: He/Him, She/They

-SLASH-

Slash is the second oldest out of the four!

Slash has Autism, epilepsy, tremors

After the botched lobotomy and almost dying from a severe infection (due to Baxter using a rusty scalpel), slash can’t talk as well as he used to, along with developing epilepsy and he also struggles with doing motor tasks due to Slash having tremors. (Cutting/cooking food, writing/art)

Slash shares Lita’s organs, barely having any of his own anymore due to organ failure started by the infections he got from surgery.

Slash was unknowingly eating both Venus’s and Jennika’s meat after the two passed away (after the lobotomy but before Lita was sewn to him, while he was trying to recover) Baxter kept the parts of the two that he saw were useful and cooked the rest for slash to eat.

-LITA-

Lita is the youngest out of the four!

Lita has Autism, ADHD, PTSD, Alpha-gal (the allergy to meat)

Lita is kind, yet their mental state can shatter very easily due to triggers (shouting/yelling/raising voices, blood, needles, alongside more.)

-MISCELLANEOUS-

Slash, Lita, Venus, and Jennika all grew up together in the Lab portion of the foot clan base, Baxter was a really good father at first, until his mental break.

The experimentations started off tame but eventually they got worse (cutting and reattaching limbs, botch lobotomies, sewing one to another, among more.)

The two have the top portion of Jennika’s carapace (dome) stapled onto them.

The scarf was Jennikas.

Slash has Venus’s eye, she was a bull frog and the older sister of the three. Slash also has Venus’s tympanic membrane (the pouch under his eye)

Design and art by @mutant-munchies!

[possumsinpeoplesuits]

Holy shit I was working on this since late October, and I'm the most proud I've ever been of a picture I've drawn?

Details and graffiti transcriptions below the cut! 'Cause I worked on that shit for like three entire days, and I'll be damned if I don't show off some environmental storytelling word crimes.

So, first we have a couple closer looks of Sasha! Their outfit was pretty fun. I haven't done modern outfits in... probably ever, and it was nice having a lot more references to work off of.

Their sefirot necklace was fun to draw because I have one almost exactly like it. The flannel was the first time trying to do plaid by hand with a new little technique (Base colors+Multiply layer for dark stripes+Overlay layer for light stripes) but it went way faster than the god damn quilt?

All in all, my favorite detail was doing cosmetics, because I got to do little chips missing in the nail polish, and that's probably the first time I've drawn eyeshadow and willingly shown the result! : D

Next we have the little rat family in the background, with the wall-dwelling Rat King peeking through the wall, which is where I did dipped into tracing a couple photos instead of just looking at references.

Generally my process has been doing anatomy lines over a reference, then working off of those for about... three to four layers for body->clothes->hair->Full sketch, then another with whatever brush I wanna do the lineart with (usually a watercolor detail brush from one of two sets on Krita), but I'll note where I skipped that process and committed some art crimes.

The two background rats (Pestis and Mortar) are from a pair of stock photos from Getty, while the one in the foreground (Yersinia) is a mix of a pic that pops up in meme dumps from time to time of a smoking rat and a few bits that weren't in the original image. (Jewelry, the legs that were covered by an ash tray in the original pics, the "Buns and Roses" lighter she clearly stole from Sasha.)

Time for some graffiti transcriptions! Most of the variation in the graffiti came from switching the size of my brush and trying to mix up my handwriting, but there's a few segments where I use a font, then outlined the font with a 2px across brush to make it fit more into the art. Mostly, this was through screenshotting google docs, but some of the fancier fonts are from cooltext.com.

Top:

This is really high

No it's not?

Top Right:

A drawing of a clown that clearly used to be titties

"What's wrong with Bipo's eyes?" (Referring to the tape over the nipples)

"Their titties, bro"

"What about them?"

Top Left going down:

"Hail Satin" written next to a six pointed star

"Rong star, dumass"

A sticker reading "Apologize to your English teacher"

"Yeah, get a brian, morans!"

"You're just as bad as the other two!"

<The URL for the Wikipedia page on sarcasm>

Bottom Left:

Gazebos ate my ass

Bottom center:

"My sister turned into a bird but no one believes me."

"That's rough, buddy."

Bottom right:

A sticker of a possum with "Live Weird" written on it.

A sticker of a more poorly drawn character wrapped in blankets with "Seep eeps" written on it.

...So I made up a fake BDSM club for this one and named the majority of the bands dirty jokes, but I will die on the hill that there should be an all-trans metal band called "The Book of Dead Names."

CHOKE POINT

PRESENTS

LIVE MUSIC

THIS SUNDAY

CUNT MUNCHIES

THE BOOK OF DEAD NAMES

SOME GUY NAMED STEVE

FIST FUCK DUMP TRUCK

WOLFGANGBANG

THE PENIS MIGHTIER

A sticker with a set of vampire fangs that says "Got Blood?"

"Parasitic fucks"

"U got beef w/ Count Chocula?"

"Bro, vamps suck."

"Duh"

"So does your mum.

A sticker of a cross made out of a bunch of interlocking parts with some mirrored Hebrew in the middle. (I'm really proud of making this shape up on the spot. I had an idea for a religious monster hunter group named after the Watchers from Enoch, but I've got no idea if this story will ever happen.)

"Your Hebrew is backwards, you twatwaffle"

A sticker reading "Deus Vult"

"I fucking love Powerwolf"

"VULT DEUS NUTS, GOTTEM!

A cut off poster telling people to vote for, I presume, their favorite chainsmoking rat, clearly.

A sticker of the Autism Creature

"Rizz 'em w' the Tism" with the last S being the one everyone draws in school, but also backwards.

"It's like if Kirby was a centaur"

"I will never unsee that."

"It looks nothing like my vaccuum"

A paper with "Missing Printer" and a cut off phone number written in sharpie.

A meme of a bear in a suit (Partially a trace of the actual meme template) with "You have seasonal affective disorder because you need Vitamin D. I have seasonal affective disorder because one of my ancestors fucked a bear. We are not the same"

"Is that how it happens?"

"Oh, sure, this dude's ancestor fucks a bear, he gets a meme, BUT WHEN I-"

"Going insane by yourself, handsome?"

Three pieces of paper with "Yes" "Yup" and "Yass" written on them, two stuck on with tape, while the third is stuck to a wad of chewing gum.

"You guys seriously pay to print out memes just to vandalize shit?"

"No, I stole the printer, too."

"YOU"

"Paulie never died"

A sticker of the Mothman

"TAX FRAUD"

A large printout with a dramatic portrait of Mitch McConnell with "ARE YA BREEDING YET?" written below it. Several tear off strips are missing, but the remainder all say different variations of "Yes"

A cut off sticker of a smiley face

A sticker of a machete

"BURGLE TURTS"

A sticker of a crying laughing emoji.

A sticker of a pot leaf

A sticker with a picture of bigfoot with pasties on her boobs walking up to a stripper pole with "I want to believe" written in the X-Files font

"Whoever gave Bigfoot tits will never enter the Kingdom of God"

Three notes pointing to the previous message with "Noticed the tits first" "Weirdo" and "Your preoccupation with cryptid mammaries betrays your discomfort with your own sexuality. Consider meditation, therapy, or possibly fucking yourself!"

"Weirdo" pointing to the previous paragraph before being crossed out and replaced with "BASED"

"K, but y tho?"

"No one insults the Bigfoot big naturals on my watch"

(She has them in the Patterson-Gimli footage, too)

"BIGFOOT BIG NATURALS" "NOW LORE ACCURATE"

A swastika being covered up by a peace sign

"Degenerates should be purged" "AMEN" "U FIRST."

A drawing of a penis that's been turned into a weasel in a familiar pose with "Dick weasel" and "Had to do it to 'em" written next to it

A sticker of a stalk of corn labeled "CORN"

"See? Iowa is with us!"

And, finally, "Does reading this hurt your back, too?" which was the last thing I added because I literally spent two days just doing graffiti for this shit.

So, the map behind Sasha is made up on the spot, with some inspiration from a map of the Seattle Bay. Kinda proud of just how dirty this fucking place is, but the final, and greatest achievment in making this picture look grimy...

THE RUST

I didn't exactly nail the perspective on some of these (The sketchy layer for the floor grating was done once, then dragged into place and warped with the perspective... and then completely fucked that up) but god DAMN do I love texturing the fuck out of things!

There's like six Multiply layers scattered about because it turned out it's a phenomenal way to make the shading of multiple textures make sense without losing that texture, and I feel so god damn powerful!

Oh, right, the posters.

Not much to say about them. The righthand one was 95% traced from a mafia stock photo, while the hands in the left came from another stock photo.

Honestly, I drew the frames, then had no idea what to put in them. There was briefly gonna be a pic referencing a cosplay photo I have of myself, but eh...

The rats and the guy in the wall were originally referencing a Vampire the Masquerade character I had named Pretty Paulie, who was a mafioso turned nosferatu who dubbed his crew the Rat Pack. I figured if there was some kind of dramatic, Scarface-esque movie about him, he'd definitely find a way to keep the poster nearby, and I wanted to slap in one of those "Give blood!" posters from the Red Cross except... not from the red cross.

I don't really feel like I put in much effort into these (compared to the Graffiti-a-thon with several subplots), but hey... they covered the tile, which before shading was boring and very flat, so they did their job.

I'll leave you with some zoomed in textures, because I do feel proud about those! I make them via a combo of oil paint and watercolor brushes, usually with a whole lot of different coats of varying opacity until it looks like the thing it's supposed to be. :)

I've only just started drawing again this year (I've been editing a looooot longer) so there's a lot of spaces where I have hiccups, but I'm figuring out the areas I do well in.

...Also sweet Jesus this started as me trying to figure out what a character looked like. It says 3 full days worth of editing was done in Krita on this file, and I don't think it's counting the idle time.

[shiverandqueeef]

okay listen. is everything that's happening right now technically juno's fault?

(lost in an unmarked cave with no map no hope of being found and hunted by fun lil' guys with very sharp teeth and a serious case of the munchies)

i mean. yeah. Choices(TM). she's made some. but also:

you know what i mean? sure some perfectly innocent people have died along the way but also hot woman drenched in blood screaming with animal rage in the face of idk, doug jones' little brother probably, and stabbing the absolute shit out of everything...

she has never done anything wrong in her life and i love her.

(rip beth sorry about the whole being left behind to be eaten thing)

[compassionatereminders]

Hey same anon who has the narcotic plants special interest. I am sorry for a long ask I wanted to tell you a brief story that you may find funny or sad. Or sad but funny. I once took an edible with my 2 cousins, it was 300 mg so we split it in 3, this was not a problem for me in the past so i take approx 100 mg.

Unbeknownst to any of us, this was artificial/synthetic THC We had gone to the movies to watch Pirates of the Caribbean, we thought it would be fun to watch while high. Something in the artificial THC kind of cramped my brain. And by half way through the movie I was practically blind from how high I was. This was extremely unusual and my cousins were having strange reactions as well, one fell asleep and was unconscious through the loudest movie ever and my other cousin was *ravenously* hungry, like, more than you get with munchies. She said she felt like she was starving and no matter what she ate it couldnt satiate her for like 48 hours

For me though, I'm on psych meds. Antipsychotics, anti depressants, catalysts, and things for neurological problems which of course includes POTS and vasovagal syncope. Anyway I decide to head out first before my family because I was half aware that I was severely impaired and I was in heels so i needed to see if i could walk straight and not right in front of my grandmother, we didnt want our grandmother to find out (it wasn't legal here in CA yet) I head out of the theater and as i walk through the door, boom vasovagal response. Luckily I can tell when blood pressure drops so i know it's going to happen so I sat down and put my head between my knees. that's the last thing I remember, but i was going in and out of consciousness and while unconscious, it felt like endlessly falling backwards. I was only aware of my thoughts for brief moments of clarity when I would wake up, but i would just pass out again I do remember hearing the paramedics, when we arrived at the hospital, mocked me and said "i couldnt handle a little edible" They did a bunch of tests and basically found that the edible's artificial THC was something actually ridiculous like my portion was the equivalent of 1,500mg of THC

Apparently during the time I was unconscious I was screaming (constricted vocal chords) and crying uncontrollably and proceeded to have a pretty bad seizure. I was high from this for like a week straight and it wasnt the fun kind. It was the hangover type of high like, super bad headache, makes you feel like shit, tired, ugh i hated that feeling.

BUT! This event Gave me a super power It made me immune to edibles. At least THC edibles. I am dead serious. I was afraid to try edibles again after this event but i went through with 50 mg.... nothing. 100 mg.... nothing. 150mg.... nothing. I dosed myself like this, waiting for it to kick in and it never would. So i decided to use a tincture to see how long it took until I felt something. I gave up at 800 mg, I felt nothing, and im p sure 800 is enough to make someone uncomfortably high. it just. Doesnt work for me anymore So. I have to inhale THC to get high now. I try to stick to dab pens but theyre no better on your lungs than smoking marijuana. I hope this doesnt seem like trauma dumping or anything! i just wanted to share my superpower and story as well as maybe a warning for others if this is posted. Anyway, so sorry to ramble, have the best night/day/afternoon you can <3

Wow, I'm really sorry you had to go through that shitshow! I have had Too Much Edible on several occasions, but never anything that extreme. Who the fuck even WANTS weed to do that kind of shit?! 😭

[thehearteccentric]

Hey yall, fictionkin friends. Thought I'd give all of you character-y critters a little update on my kin journey.

So, I've been really going through the wringer with all of the fictionkin symptom suites. I actually just got a pair of shoes today that remind me of my hooves!

I've gotten several memories as of late, probably the most interesting being that I was sprayed down with cold water by Mind while bound to a vertical board and then not even two days later I have a memory of him bathing me like it's a good but generic whump prompt.

Probably the most interesting though is my relationship with chickens now.

You see, I'm a Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium kin. I'm Heart, Heart the Jash. In the flesh. Heart is not the one known for liking chicken, that's Soul. And chickens aren't even really a canon thing.

Some of you may know that in Fanon, there is a pet chicken named Darrell. Well, considering my source is quite literally an ask blog written by a tween on Tumblr (both of which literally does not even exist in this plane of mortal suffering), you may assume that Darrell exists here.

I have noematas of being more of a reptile kinda guy than a chicken kinda guy, as a matter of fact I'm quite sure I told Soul on several occasions that his chicken looked tasty. You can't blame me, when the munchies hit anything with blood cells and rippable skin looks pretty good.

But then I all of the sudden got a MASSIVE kinshift. Somehow, all of this kin-etic energy (ha) got transferred into just really, really wanting to see Darrell again. Like, really. Really, really, really. So many really's you could rewrite each religious scripture with them.

I kid you not I was tossing and turning over this chicken. Holy crumpets and British tears, I wanted this golddang chicken.

It got so bad to the point where I spent between half an hour and half of Hyperion's lifespan aimlessly scrolling through chicken merchandise on Etsy.

I ended up buying this little hen on Amazon, the sweet little gal's name is Henrietta but now under my evil, evil pencil and whiteout she will be Darrell and be a he/him, despite the fact that that is obviously a girl chicken. Just like my canon.

You see, my very clever plan is to use this chicken plush in a similar way to how they give parents with dementia dolls in order to simulate taking care of human children to boost morale and keep them stable. One must compromise in the eyes of "sudden affinity for chicken you once treated like DoorDash".

Also, the Amazon page came with an image of a young lady holding up the chicken plush, so naturally, I had to draw myself over her.

That is all. Please enjoy the shrill, rancorous shrieking of a bird on its last feather condensed in a box and then uploaded for Tumblr for you to read while eating processed junk food on your cot at three AM when you have somewhere to be in about four hours.

[starsfic]

Prompt: Spicynoodles with Red helping and working through MK’s pregnancy hormones

Anon: Red Son recording his relationship progress with Xiaotian starting with him not realizing he has a crush on him to him holding his child to close to him as he nuzzles them and Xiaotian

“Baba’s crying.”

That was one of the last things you wanted to hear when you walked into your home. Red blinked at his daughter. Huiying stared back, her little monkey tail swishing back and forth as she held her DBK plushie. “Why is Baba crying?” he decided to ask.

“I dunno.” Very helpful. She gave a little shrug at his unimpressed stare. “He was cleaning up the office and said he found something of yours.”

Red raised a brow. “Something of mine?” That…didn’t really explain anything. As far as he knew, he didn’t really have anything that would make Noodle Boy cry. Maybe some awkward attempts at first courting gifts, but nothing else. “Okay, then. I’ll go see if he’s alright.”

Huiying nodded. “Okay, Bama.”

The office upstairs was split down the middle. On one side was Red, where he took business calls and questions about his patents. On the other was Xiaotian’s side, where he took and answered emails about commissions or the JTTW webcomic that had been his main source of income for the past few months. It was also their storage closet, which would explain the cleaning.

But not the crying.

“Noodle Boy?” he called, knocking on the doorway. “I’ve got your snacks!” Pregnancy gave Xiaotian the munchies. A sniffle was his answer. Sitting on the floor, his Noodle Boy stared up at him with watery eyes. “What’s wrong?” Red said, raising a brow. “Are you hurt?” Xiaotian shook his head. “...is it hormones?”

Xiaotian managed some twist of a nod and a shake. “You…you love me.” he whimpered.

That sounded weird. “I would hope so, considering we’re about to have two children together.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Xiaotian wheezed, a fresh stream of tears rolling down his cheeks. “You…” He gestured at the box he was holding. “You love me…”

What was he looking at? Red sat next to him, setting the bag of snacks aside, before peeking into the box. The moment he saw what was in the box, his blood ran cold. Old-fashioned audio logs sat there, with a player on top. The date on the log was the most recent one, recorded three years ago.

“You weren’t ever supposed to see these.” Red moved to grab the box and yank it out of reach, but Xiaotian grabbed it first. “C’mon, Noodle Boy, they’re embarrassing…”

“If you don’t think Xiaojiao doesn’t have pictures and videos of me mooning over you,” Xiaotian wiped at his face, a laugh escaping him. “Then you’re wrong.” Red opened his mouth and then paused. That was a fair point.

“Baba? Bama?” The two turned to see Huiying in the doorway. “Is Baba okay?”

Xiaotian held out his arms and their daughter was already moving into his arms. “Baba’s okay, sweetie.” He kissed her brow. “Bama and I were just talking about doing something special for the baby.”

“Really?”

Shit. Red couldn’t say no. Not with those faces staring at him. He nodded. “Yes.” He said, grabbing at the box. Yep, his recording equipment was packed up in here. “Just give me a moment...”

Soon enough, the recorder was ready.

“Huiying, can you say today’s date?”

[lollipencil]

Moonlight Munchies

I've started rewatching Santa Clarita Diet, and this little idea went "hey, hey, this could be a fun little interaction".

Enjoy and be gentle ---

The silence seemed to streach as the murderer finally stopped breathing. Marc breathed in deep through his nose. And out.

"Shit," someone suddenly said from behind him. Out of all the possible appearences of his unexpected visitor, a woman in a bright pink waterproof poncho and dish gloves wasn't it. Looking unconcerned about the dead man at his feet. Instead, she looked down at the man with clear disappointment.

Suddenly, Khonshu was by his side. "Be cautious, my son," he leaned in as if to whisper in Marc's ear, "This form of undead can be unpredictable." "What are you doing here?" Marc asked, keeping his hands away from any blades, but ready to go for them. "Well, I was about to get some dinner, but now I've got to find some other asshole no one will miss," the woman flapped her arms in frustration.

Marc looked down at the body. Then her reasoning hit. "I'm not going to eat this guy!" "You're not a zombie?" "No!" "Oh. In that case then, now that he's dead, do you still need him?" "Well," Marc glanced at Khonshu who just shrugged, "Not really." "Can I still have him?" she asked with a hopeful grin. "So long as I get the heart, I don't care if she has the rest," Khonshu piped up.

---

Of the many things he'd done as Khonshu's avatar, Marc could wholeheartedly say he had never helped a zombie stuff a body into a freezer. "Thank you so much," Sheila, the zombie in question, chirrped as she packed away an arm in a smaller ice box, "usually my husband Joel helps me with this, but he's twisted his ankle yesterday. And taking your daughter to commit a murder is probably the worst parenting." "Just a bit," Marc ignored the blood still dripping from Khonshu's beak.

With a wide yet genuine smile, Sheila closed the storage locker before turned to Marc and handing him a card. "If you ever find yourself looking for a place in Santa Clarita, give us a call. Have a good night." And off she strode.

Marc stared down at the card. "Zombie realtors," he muttered softly, "Sure, why not?" Shrugging to himself, Marc unsummoned the suit and tucked the card into a pocket as he too walked into the night.

[cornfields-td-nonsense]

Carmens elimination is bullshit god forbid a girl has hobbies (im kid' but it is funny that she was doing rly well and the only reason she didnt win the season was because yummy blood! so true of her tbh)

okay heres an actual question, can she eat actual food? cuz if she cant/doesnt get any nutrient from it then girl POWERED THRU cuz she stayed a good chunk of the show without biting a chunk out of someone, respect tbh.

this is one of my favourite asks lmao

uhhh yeah she can eat actual food, it sustains her, but it can't sustain her ALONE. it's like if a human only ate bread and drank water - it can technically keep you going, but you need to eat other stuff too. likewise, Carmen needs to drink blood. she's been getting her fix from forest animals whenever she gets the chance, but she wasn’t eating quite enough and she had the munchies and Chris was being Himself so he kinda had it coming, yk?

Other scraps of Carmen lore I haven't mentioned here yet: she has a really really really wide-brimmed sunhat. for. sun reasons. also her purse works like a Bag of Holding, as a running gag. someone will be like "we need a spare shovel!" and she'll go "oh I have one in my purse!" and pull out like 10 different things that could not possibly fit in her tiny little purse but somehow Do. it's incredible

[wh0lemilk0vich]

I'm back with more chubby stevie propagandaaaa

Stevie decides to get a tattoo but she only trusts eddie to do it for her. Eddie is super wary of hurting her so she takes an edible before they start which helps with the pain for sure, but also triples her already ravenous appetite. They have to keep taking breaks so eddie can make "snacks" for her that are closer to meals.

Eddie is adamant that he makes sure her new ink stays clean and heals well, so naturally he has to lotion her whole body a few times a day. They both love it so much that he keeps giving her new ink, and she keeps taking edibles before they start. It doesn't take long at all for the effects of her constant munchies to start to show and before she can even start to feel insecure about it, eddie is there ready to worship her - 🪶

Oooooooh I have such a thing for like the big painted lady look, I'm very much behind it. They're all very tasteful and well positioned and they highlight her curves and her form like I'm imagining like flower tattoos that run up her thighs and around to butt, symmetrical and stylized and not too much color, one of those underboob tattoos that continues down her front, and like imagine Stevie with a neck tattoo, like I'm weak 😩🥵

And yes absolutely, getting a little buzzed to numb some of the pain, slowly getting used to it, but needing snacks to keep her blood sugar up, or at least to keep her happy.

And God the gentle and worshipful way Eddie would tend to her and keep everything clean and moisturized just in awe of her. Eddie would be so fucking lovesick for her and absolutely spend way too much time rubbing her down, but Stevie can't bring herself to care, even when he very obviously switches over to just full on groping her and playing with her body, because it all feels so fucking good to her. This is a beautiful idea!! *kissing you*

[sennamybeloved]

yk what? fuck it. in honor of 4/20, here are some stoner headcanons for a bunch of my f/os.

cw for recreational weed usage below the cut.

SENNA — total stoner. stoner in the truest sense of the word. smokes all the fucking time. uses weed as a coping mechanism. — very high cannabis tolerance. — grows her own weed in our garden/the basement of our house. also makes her own edibles (it's the only thing she can make without burning the house down, somehow.) — gets remarkably chill when she's high. the heaps of stress she deals with constantly kinda disappear if she smokes enough, which is why she does it so much. — gets very giggly sometimes. becomes 100x less mature than she usually is. — ends up laughing every time i try to talk to her. — shows me stupid videos on her phone that made her laugh a little too hard. — either that, or she just gets really sleepy. she lays on the couch, eats chips, and watches bad tv before taking the best nap of her fucking life. — gets the munchies so severely. she could eat lucian and i out of house and home. — with some strains she can actually get up and make art. she does beadwork/jewelry-making and paints sometimes. — has the best advice for coping with bad highs. — generally just has the best tips if you want to get into smoking; she was a huge help to me when i first started. — being around her while she's high is a great experience. 10/10.

LUCIAN — significantly less entertaining to be around. — will pass out after 20 minutes no matter the strain. — sleeps so hard. you could like, hit him with a semitruck and he'd still be snoring. — wakes up with major munchies- but not as bad as senna's. — sometimes gets too high and lays on the ground at looks at the sky/ceiling/whatever for hours, floating between different planes of existence. — smokes to turn his brain off when he feels depressed. works about half of the time. — (un)surprisingly cuddly. clings to senna and i like his life depends on it. — overview: sleepy.

AHRI — becomes the worst version of herself. — really fucking obnoxious. her mind is running totally free, prompting her to spew out every stupid thought that comes to her. this is only entertaining for the first 10 minutes or so, until you realize that she is not going to shut up! — very giggly and talkative. — never passes out, no matter the strain. — her favorite thing to annoy me with is different variants of 20 questions. either turns really hilarious or really, really depressing. — prefers edibles over actually smoking. tends to eat more than she should, causing her to green out... a lot. — two words: playful aggression. roughhouses me, rips joints out of my hands, shoves/hits/scratches me, says the meanest fucking things with a big, shit-eating grin on her face. — has bitten me so hard that it's drawn blood. — has a great time. the people she is with will probably not have a great time, though. except for me, because i think she's wonderful.

MARLENE — not a huge smoker honestly. she only got into it after she started hanging out with me. — smokes to relieve stress. — totally chill when she's high. prefers to just hang out and watch tv or eat. — very cuddly. keeps her hand in mind or an arm around my shoulders when we're talking. enjoys laying with her head on my chest, or mine on hers. — she isn't very good at formulating words when she's intoxicated, but she likes listening to me talk. — likes to smoke while listening to music. i have a playlist made specifically for when we get stoned. — doesn't like to smoke alone; sometimes suffers from a little bit of paranoia. — has the best sleeps of her entire life when she is high.

T BUG — doesn't smoke a whole lot. it's a fucking ordeal whenever she does, though. — already a philosophy nerd, but becomes even more of a nerd when she's high. her philosophies start making less and less sense, until they either devolve into garbled quotes from ancient philosophers or borderline conspiracy theories. — has managed to convince herself that arasaka has her chipped. — has also tried to convince me to rob a building owned by a corpo while we were both high. i said no (we would've both died) but i considered it. — major munchies. bad takeout food is a must. we've gotten lost on the streets of night city searching for a burger joint before. — she smokes to help with the headaches and nausea she suffers as a result of the injuries she received during the arasaka tower attack. — usually very talkative, but gets sleepy after a while.

DUTCH — oh my god. he is the worst! — doesn't shut the fuck up. like ever. — also philosophizes, except everything he says is so mind-numbingly stupid. you just want him to shut up so bad. — states really basic concepts like they're profound and groundbreaking. — either that, or he will become really in touch with his emotions and memories (and by extension, is poor behaviors) and get really whiny and start talking about how he doesn't deserve me and blah blah blah. — after that he'll pass out so fucking hard. like i couldn't wake him up even if i tried.

ILLAOI — seasoned stoner. very chill about it. — she smokes like all the time with other buhru people. it's a bonding exercise in their village. — very high tolerance. smokes more than could ever be considered reasonable and never greens out. — owns a collection of fancy ceramic bongs. — becomes super relaxed and zen and in touch with her faith when she's stoned. it's one of her favorite experiences. — doesn't usually smoke along; she enjoys sharing stories and laughing with friends- or me. — she will try any weird edibles people offer her. the less she knows about their origins, the better. she views it as a fun challenge (someone could poison her and she wouldn't gaf.) — gave me the best advice when i started smoking. never had a bad high with her because she's just so chill. she makes everything great. — whenever i feel like i'm floating away she'll wrap one of her big ass arms around me and just hold me against her body. fixes me every time.

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Haven't touched this blog in a hot minute. I'll make a short post about Six mainly because I don't have anything large ready

[EDIT: THIS IS OUTDATED AND WILL NO LONGER BE USED FOR THE AU AS I'M REDOING THE BIOGRAPHY]

🌙 Inscribed Nightmares - Six🌙

Name: Merci Harmexi

Alias: Six

Age - 9

Height - 4'0"

Born - Apr 28

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STAMINA: ★★★★

PROFICIENCY: ★★★

CREATIVITY: ★★★

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EPITHET - 🌟 GOBBLE 🌟

Allows her to consume anything and mimic it's properties & abilities

"Munchies"

She creates orb shaped summons(about the size and weight of a Bowling ball) with gigantic mouths on any part of her body, which can be used as a ranged option to consume anything as tough as steel & concrete

"I am what I eat"

A giant fanged mouth sprouts on Merci's face. This functions like "Munchies" except it has a slightly weaker bite force. The main perk of this ability is that Merci gains the properties of anything she consumes for 24 hours. If she consumes the blood of a person, she copies their skill & Epithet

"All gobbled up"

In a situation of desperation, Merci can "gobble"(use in a large quantity) a massive amount of stamina, giving her an inhumane amount of adrenaline that boosts her physical abilities to superhuman level. This leaves her completely exhausted after use and is only meant to be used if she has no other options

Mundie Skills:

Acrobatic: Harmexi has a surprising amount of agility & flexibility for her age. She can pull off multiple stunts and weave her way through obstacles and opponents

Speedy: Her extremely swift and nimble movement allows her to outrun anyone who doesn't have professional athlete skills

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ANIMAL - Wolf puppy

FAV FOOD - Anything meat related

Likes...old timey music, small places, hugs, the surface

Small fun facts:

Most don't expect her to be this strong for her age, but her life didn't make "strength" an option

She doesn't like being defined by her epithet and will often get annoyed if others only see her for what her epithet can do. She rarely voices it.