#will return to this after i🍃🍃smoke

[hansslut]

smoking weed with nat for the first time 🍃҂𑁯࣭࣭

summary ❚ you go to your best friend's trailer to ask for the notes she took for you in class, but you get carried away and soon, she offers you to take a drag from her blunt.

warnings ❚ aged up!nat, gn!goody 2 shoes!reader, weed use, use of nicknames, reader is inexperienced, mentions of lottie, nat is flirty as hell, not proofread

sighing as you walked towards your best friend's trailer, you picked the skin off your nails while looking at the ground. you were mad at yourself for skipping school for a week straight because you were sick, and it was safe to say you were beyond stressed, dissapointed at yourself as you had never missed school before or any assignments.

as you reached nat's trailer, you went to knock at the door but you were greeted immediately by her lanky figure scrambling to open the door with a big, almost boyish grin playing on her lips.

“notes?” she asked while opening the door wider, and you nodded right after, stepping foot into her trailer and closing the door behind you as you sat down on her couch, your hands on your knees as you waited for her to return with your notes.

5 minutes had passed and she still hadn't come back yet, you raised an eyebrow and went to go look for her before she came in running and accidentally bumping on you. “woah— sorry” she chuckled before biting her lip and avoiding to meet your gaze, making you rub your temple with your fingers as you sighed again.

“forgot to take notes?” you asked and crossed your arms under your chest while tapping your foor impatiently. “listen— i may have forgotten, but heyhey! listen it's the thought that counts!” she said quickly as she saw you walking towards the door to leave, her hand grasping the door handle to prevent you from leaving.

“nat i don't have time for your games now, we have an exam tomorrow” you whined, on the verge of tears as you bit your lip anxiously, making nat frown, a comforting hand pulling you into a hug. “okay so listen, how about you relax a bit here and then we can call lottie so you can get the notes and ace the test?” she spoke softly in your ear while rubbing your back.

nodding to her question, a smile found it's way on her face again as she dragged you by the hand towards her room that you knew all too well, yet always fascinated you.

as you were busy looking at all the colourful posters of david bowie, nirvana, guns and roses, you felt her moving her hand in front of your face to wake you up from your thoughts. “yeah sorry” you sat down and looked at blunt between her plump lips while rolling her eyes.

“told you it's bad for you” you said while trying to snatch the blunt away from her and throw it out, but instead she just laughed, placing a hand on your hip and leaning her head back with the blunt still between her lips so you don't get it from her. “yeah, but you're not my parent, are you?” she smirked while saying that, knowing that it'd make you mad, and when you went to open your mouth, she spoke again.

“besides, why don't you try some? you're really stressed, hm? might help you” she rubbed your hip with her thumb while looking at you through the smoke, the joint hanging from her lips.

thinking about it, you shifted a bit and looked down before just nodding. “fine, whatever” nat laughed at your response and leaned over towards you, putting the blunt between your lips, looking at your reaction carefully.

not long after, you started coughing and nat chuckled, rubbing your back again. “easy there buddy” she teased “just take a small drag of it and relax, i'm right here babe, you're okay” she gave you the joint this time, showing you how to hold it properly, and when you took a drag successfully without coughing, nat smirked and twirled a strand of your hair around her finger. “good job doll” she laughed when you leaned your head back on the wall, the weed finally kicking in.

all thoughts of the exam and taking the notes from lottie were soon slipped out of your mind as you were at your highest with nat, laughing at every word she said, both of your eyes were red and hazy.

the next day when you saw lottie waving at you, you ignored her, mad at her for not giving you the notes. you saw her approaching you but turned the other way. “hey, did i do something? why aren't you talking to me?"

as soon as she said that, you looked at her while scoffing and pouting angrily. “yeah, you did do something! you didn't give me the notes yesterday when i called you to ask for them!” you replied annoyed, and saw lottie raise an eyebrow in confusion. “but... you never called?” she said confused, looking between you and nat, you had a defeated face while nat was trying not to laugh, biting her lip to hold back a laugh as she looked at you, the memories of you and nat in her trailer all coming back.

“oh...” you bit your lip too awkwardly before looking around. “w-well, i gotta go! see you at lunch” you smiled at lottie before grabbing nat's hand and running away. “that was so embarrassing oh my god” you whisper yelled into nat's ear, shoving her softly, erupting into laughter later on.

[junkdyke]

That Time I Hooked Up With A Tumblr Mutual

Ok. Let me start by saying this is not a callout post, and this should be read as a humorous story, with some takeaway lessons at the end. Please enjoy my story of my weird ass encounter with a Tumblr mutual.

Part 1: The Backstory

Alight so boom. I had just returned home from a trip where I met a different Tumblr mutual. That trip was great but didn't end up going to plan, so long story short, ya girl was horny. I had never really had a one-night-stand or sought out a solely sexual hookup, so I started thinking maybe I could try it out, see how I like it. And through the sheer power of manifestation, that opportunity presented itself.

I was scrolling Tumblr and one of my mutuals posted asking if anyone was in (my area) and wanted to hang out. Mind you, I have never spoken to this mutual before. No DMs, maybe like 1 or 2 comments through tags and that's it. But, most of my moots are far as fuck, so when I saw she was near me I was like oh ayo, I'm free! Why not, I had nothing else going on! So I reply, and she DMs me.

So she introduces herself, we'll call her Chicle for reasons I'll get to later in the story lmao. Anyway, she gushes a little bit, saying she's been too shy to DM me and that I'm a really cool tattoo artist mutual, I say she's cute and seems cool, and she asks if I've ever been to this particular mall. I say I have and if she wants to cruise the mall with me. She says yeah I'd love to cruise the mall and "if I like her vibe, then maybe we can do something more fun." I say I'm down, she gives me her number.

So here is what I'm envisioning. We'll meet up at the mall, walk around and talk, get to know each other, have some laughs, get a snack, it was a Friday so maybe we could go out to like a bar or go dancing, and then maybe after that, possibly make-out or even have sex! I am not opposed to having sex after a first date if I'm really vibing with the person and if we've been talking for a bit before. Girls, this is not what happened.

Part 2: The Meeting

I get ready, and I drive to the mall. I park, we text on where to meetup and I head over to the Gamestop. I see her at the counter, go up and I'm like "are you buying Pokemon cards?" She starts laughing, she says "I didn't want you to see this!" I'm laughing, I told her it's cute, she finishes paying and we walk around. Cute start and thennnn it all starts to go downhill from here.

As we are walking out of the Gamestop, a minute and thirty seconds into meeting this stranger, she wraps her arm, not around my waist...but around my ass. And pulls me close. I'm instantly uncomfortable by how close this gesture is. She starts cooing in my ear about how she's "so glad I'm not a catfish" and "if I like her vibe because she really likes mine". We met not even 5 minutes ago, I have not had time to evaluate any vibes! But anyway! She asks if she wants smoke 🍃 so I agree, and we go outside, right across from where we just were.

I get to take like 1 hit from this pen, she then steps close to me and says "I'm so glad you're real" kisses me and squeezes my ass. I again feel the need to emphasize that at this point, it has still been less than 5 minutes since we've met, and we have exchanged about 10 messages only a couple hours prior. This is a stranger to me. ANYWAY.

We go back inside, she asks if I wanna walk around, I agree. We chat for a short bit of time, before we go to the food court. I wasn't hungry, so she got some food and we sat and talked. I had made some mention about my past and she wanted to know more so I'm like "okay, I'll give you my lore while you eat" so I basically tell Chicle my life story. Afterwards, we go to walk around more and I start trying to ask her questions so I can get to know her more. It becomes very apparent that she is not interested in getting to know each other lmao. I ask what she does for work, and what she's interested in, and she tells me she's interested in getting into (something animation related) and i'm like "oh ayo, that aligns with what I do" and start trying to get more info cause i'm curious, annd I get just the shortest fucking answers. Ok.

She ends up making a comment about how I'm probably more experienced than her, and I'm like "oh really? Well how many people have you been with?" and Chicle asks "are we counting online?" Now, there is nothing necessarily wrong with this...but it does become more clear on just how "online" this person is. Anyway, she has only been with a few people, never had a partner. It becomes very clear as to why she may have never had a partner.

Part 3: Inappropriate Behavior

We are walking around the mall, stopping in a few stores to look at stuff. Chicle is walking next to me and I am still trying to invoke conversation. But Chicle is not interested in conversation, because instead, she is deliberately and blatantly staring directly at my tits. What I mean is, mid-walking, she is at my side, craning her head to the side to make it incredibly clear that that is what she is doing. I straight up ask "are you...staring at my tits?" she confirms as such, and says something about her being a dog. The dog thing will come up again.

Chicle is at different points, holding me, kissing me, and saying various suggestive things. She grabs me and whispers in my ear "do you want to go back to my room" and I nervous laugh and say "uhhh, we'll see!" At another point, she says "you're so small, you want me to manhandle you and throw you around?" and I again nervous laugh. We're like in Hot Topic, and she start trying to makeout with me and grabbing my ass and says "you're making me so hard"(we'll put a pin in that) and I push her away and say "not in public". I can do a little PDA but this is a lot, and at this point I have known her for about 40 minutes, maybe an hour.

Continuing on, as we're walking through this crowded mall, she drapes her arm over my shoulder and starts grabbing my boob and trying to pinch my nipples, which I immediately pull away from and again say "not in public". Chicle again says "do you wanna get out of here and go back to my room" and I'm questioning what exactly she means, because the phrasing is a little weird. "what do you mean 'your room'?" and she says "I have a hotel room" so I'm a little confused cause I thought she lived in the area. She does.

"i got us a room"

Ya'll, this bitch preemptively booked a MOTEL ROOM without even asking me.

At this point, she has asked multiple times and each time I nervous laughed and said "haha maybe, we'll see, ehhh we'll see" To any normal person, my body language was extremely clear that I was uncomfortable. And again this is not a callout post, she is not a bad person, and everything that ultimately happened, I did consent to. But I will not sugarcoat the fact that this behavior was definitely inappropriate harassment, and there was absolutely some pressuring with the continuous asking. But as I mulled it over, there were 2 reasons I ultimately decided to agree and meet her at that motel.

I was craving intimacy

I had never done something like this before so..fuck it, let's do it for the plot.

And so, she gave me the address, we got in our respective cars, and we met at the motel.

Part 4: The Motel

We go to the room, put our stuff down, and I go to use the restroom. I'm thinking "oh shit, this is weird but alright, let's see what happens"

I come out of the restroom, wash my hands, and she comes over and we start kissing. Already it's fucking weird because the way she is kissing me is so goddamn fast, it's like someone inhaling a meal because they think it's gonna run away from them. Now idk about ya'll, but I like a slow, deep kiss. So already it's a mismatch, but whatever. She lifts me onto the sink, despite the weird kissing, it's hot. She has some really minty gum in her mouth, hence the name Chicle. Put a pin in that.

After a bit, we go to the bed, and I keep saying "how did you get me here" because honestly, I'm not fully comfortable, it's just a weird situation for me and I'm surprised I agree to it. But agree to it I did, so we get on the bed, and keep going. Now, even though she does not have much experience, she's not bad! But...I can tell there's certain things she's doing that I've seen. Or rather, read. Whew lad.

As we're getting into it, my clothes are coming off, she's saying "You're my favorite Tumblr mutual. I can't believe this is what my favorite Tumblr mutual is into." I don't even really know what to say to this because quite frankly, mentioning social media in bed in any capacity is kinda fucking cringe. But it just gets worse.

So, she's spitting on my pussy. And I, personally, have a strong aversion to spit. It's something that I tell anyone that is a potential sexual partner, but it this case, we obviously did not have a prior talk about our sexual boundaries. In this case, I'm like "okay whatever as long as it's just there" but I quickly say "hey uh, just please don't do that in my mouth or i'll throw up" lmao. She's like "Oh okay sorry sorry". But then at some point, without warning she smacks the FUCK out of my pussy, and I'm so taken aback I immediately say "UH DON'T DO THAT" and she again apologizes and says

"Oh sorry, you know I had to try that one. Like that Tumblr post, you know the one."

Ya'll, everything this bitch is doing, she is referencing posts from Tumblr. She is referencing the sexy fantasy butch/femme text posts from Tumblr and she is referencing them out loud. In the middle of real life sex.

She goes on to reference more posts, and the worst part is I know exactly the one's she's talking about. "Mutuals to lezz out with" etc etc, it's so fucking cringe, and she tells me about how she started wearing more of a certain article of clothing after I reblogged a picture of her in it and how embarrassed she is to admit that (I thought that was kinda cute actually) anyway

She's still going way too fast with like all her movements, I tell her to slow down and relax and I think at this point I mention how she did not have to do all that PDA shit from before. She says "well you know, on my Tumblr I do say I'm a dog" and then uh, she starts barking. 💀 literally starts going "woof, woof" and I tell her to s t o p. Jesus fucking christ.

Anyway, after mentioning Tumblr and calling me her favorite Tumblr mutual way too many fucking times, I'm on top of her. Mind you, this whole time, I'm kinda in and out dissociating, just due to how not fully comfortable I am with this. But ya know, I'm still going for it. Her shirts off, she has really cute boobs, and then I notice a really fucking huge bulge in her pants. And I fully dissociate. Not gonna lie, I started feeling really panicky, because straight up, I was not prepared for this. Physically, I'm still touching her, but my mind is fully disconnected, and I'm thinking "oh fuck. When she said 'you're making me so hard' was she being literal? I don't know if I'm comfortable with this. Should I tell her I want to stop? But I don't wanna hurt her feelings. Should I just take it? Well no, I don't really want to...maybe I'll just say 'hey is it cool if I don't touch it?' I mean, she's cute so ehhhhh let's just see what happens!" SO. We continue on.

We flip and she's now on top of me. She references another fucking Tumblr post, and says "do you wanna suck on this lesbian cock?", unzips her pants and pulls out...this MASSIVE transparent strap on. And I'm like oh, it was fake LMAO. Then I say "...yeah, so that's not going in me"

She ends up taking it off, I don't even know how the fuck she hid it in her jeans that entire time, and we continue on. Around this point, I'm starting to feel pretty spent, she did some other things like opening up my pussy to stare at it and describe the color, whatever, I'm kinda done and I just wanna cuddle. So we cuddle for a bit and again, it's physically nice but it's just so weird because she is SUCH a stranger to me that I can't get fully comfortable. She starts trying to start up again and I'm just not really in the mood anymore. She keeps playing with my nipples and typically whenever I'm touched in a way I'm not digging, I'll just take their hand and move it away as a silent but pretty clear way to indicate "no". But uh, I had to do that like 4 times with her before I verbally say "hey, please stop" and her response is "why" 💀 like wdym "why" bitch, cause i said so. I'm kinda surprised by this response so I start to say "Uhhhh, it's...kinda specific" and she goes "oh okay, sorry sorry".

So, honestly, I kinda just wanna go home but I don't wanna be mean and just take off. But there's also no way in hell I'm sleeping over in this motel room. So, I suggest we go out and maybe go to a club or something and she's like "uh, no. I don't like going out" 💀 like damn, maybe you should spend less time on FUCKING TUMBLR AND TRY GOING OUT IRL but whatever, instead we just go get food and bring it back to the room.

Part 5: What Could Have Been

We got some burgers, and she wants to open the Pokemon cards. We do, that's fun and cute, and she asks if I wanna keep some of the stickers that came in one of the packs.

Then she tells me that she had went to the library and checked out a book on tattoos since "she knows I'm a tattoo artist, and thought we could flip through it together." And I genuinely think this is such a cute fucking gesture, I think it's really sweet, and it frustrates the fuck out of me because of what this could have been.

I told her that she did not have to do all the PDA, it was a lot and it was excessive. She is not apologetic about it, and says that the reason she was like that was because "she needed me to know what her intentions were and that this was not just a 'friendly' meeting." so I reiterate that she did not have to do ALL OF THAT just for me to know that. And she just insists that in the past, girls have treated her like just a "bestie" so she needed to get her point across. Now call me old fashioned, but you could have just verbally fucking communicated "hey, i'm really attracted to you" and I would have caught the fucking drift. But okay!!

She asks me if I have any knives because I guess femmes tend to have a knife collection. I say no. And she fucking pulls out this huge ass lethal switchblade thing and is like "this is mine!" and i'm like oh god, this is it, I'm gonna fucking die in this motel room. But she doesn't kill me, she just shows me the cool knife and then puts it away. I have known this person for like 4 hours.

So, we flip through the book, and it's funny and cute, but she keeps trying to kiss me and instigate, and i'm just not interested, I just wanna flip through the book and go the fuck home. And that's pretty much what happens, we finish, I'm like "aight, ima head out" but

before i do

we end up making out again and then I think she was helping me put my shoes on?? she's on her knees in front of me and...she asks me to spit in her mouth. Once again, I have a major aversion to spit and i really, truly, do not want to spit in her mouth. But she says please...so I do like a half assed spit and hope it's good enough. She asks me to try again....so I get an accumulation and spit in her mouth, and she swallows it and i am so so sad about it 😭 and I finish getting my shit and I go the FUCK HOME.

Now here is what frustrates me about all this. Physically? This girl is extremely my type. I like the way she dresses, she has really nice arms, she has a cute face, she's really fucking attractive. She's interested in getting into the animation industry, which I'm currently also working on getting into as well. We could have talked about that and really had a cool discussion on what kind of projects she wants to do and what style she works in. She likes video games, we could have talked more about what games we like. She got this tattoo book because she knows I'm a tattoo artist, and I think that's really fucking cute. There's so many non-sexual aspects that could have made this a real fucking date where I got to know this person, and feel comfortable, and then we could have had really great sex because straight up, the girl was good. She may have learned it from Tumblr, and some of it was weird, but for the most part? She was damn good, especially for only having limited experience. This could have turned into something real! But NO. Chicle, instead, wanted to grope my tits in front of families an hour into meeting me, and made no effort to really let me get to know her in any capacity whatsoever! And it's not like she wanted this to be just a one-night-stand, because she had told me she was looking for a gf and asked me what I was looking for!

It just could have been so much better than this weird ass situation. And after the fact, she texted me and I answered a couple times, but when the following morning she said something to the effect of "it felt so good having you on my lap" I just never answered. Because prior to this, there was absolutely no established relationship, friendship or otherwise. And I could not see anything moving forward, because we couldn't backtrack into the aforementioned "could have been". I considered communicating how I didn't actually feel super comfortable with how things went, but I ultimately just decided to not reply. Shitty on my part, but again, there was no prior anything. And we just never spoke again, we remained mutuals, and so I never talked about this because uh, obviously she would see it. But since she blocked me, heyho now you all get the story!

Part 6: Epilogue

Now, the reason I decided to call her Chicle (Spanish for Gum)

So, while the nice minty gum was a nice gesture, her spitting that gum juice all over my vagina resulted in me getting a yeast infection💀 No more hookups.

So what lessons did we learn!

It's important to talk about sexual boundaries before having sex with someone!

Internet fantasy is not real life! Don't just do shit because you read about it in a fucking internet post or saw it in porn! (Especially when that person doesn't even make those kinds of posts, i don't reblog most of those for a reason)

Don't chew gum before going down on someone

Communication overall is really important for setting up any foundation, even if it is just a one-night hookup!

(yes this is ok the RB cause I spent forever writing this and I do genuinely think it's a very funny story. Sometimes ya just gotta do things for the plot so you get a good story out of it. No regrets, and my pussy is all healed up lmao)

[gallaghersgal]

NEW YEAR, SAME OLD MISTAKES, lip gallagher

chapter four of borderline, lip x bsf!reader (nickname: MK)

TAGS & WARNINGS → MATURE 18+. angst & fluff, smoking (🍃+🚬), oblivious idiots, adri psychoanalyzing lip, sad reader.

CHAPTER SUMMARY → you're left reeling after a kiss you never saw coming, with a boy who remembers nothing of the night. grappling with the outcome of the karen situation, lip decides to apply to MIT.

A/N → here she is!! got this chapter out quicker than i thought i would honestly. enjoy!!

WC → 2.7k

It’s nearly three in the morning now. After getting Lip to bed and helping Adri clean up from the party, you’ve been relegated to the fire pit in her backyard while you smoke down a prerolled joint from your bag. “Do I really have to?” you ask, only teasing her. “It’s freezing out here.”

“You know how my parents are about that,” she responds, standing a good five feet away as she pulls one of the chairs back. “Don’t care if it’s legal, they’d be pissed if they smelled it.”

You smile in return, taking a deep hit before blowing it out. The warm smoke soothes you, melting away the anxieties you’ve been losing yourself in all day. “They don’t really care if you smoke though? And they’re not even here…”

Adri shrugs. The way you’re avoiding mention of what you’re really out here to talk about doesn’t go unnoticed, but she knows not to push it. She’ll let you come around in your own time, or you’ll share the joint with her and she’ll bug you until you open up. 

Either way, Adri will get to play therapist. She’s looking at you from across the fire pit, the flames keeping the winter chill at bay. You decide to get it out of the way. 

“He kissed me,” you tell her. You take another deep drag, watching her face contort in shock, confusion, and something akin to horror. For everything the night has brought, you can’t help the laugh that escapes you at her reaction. 

“Pass me the fucking blunt,” she grumbles, scooting a bit closer. You laugh again, tendrils of smoke spilling from the corners of your mouth. You toss the altoids tin in your lap to Adri, it holds another joint along with your mini lighter. She lights the thing and inhales, wrinkles her nose at the taste of the smoke, and coughs out a question for you. “So, how did that happen huh?”

You stay quiet for a minute, lingering in the warm feeling in your chest. “I don’t know, really. He kinda just… did?” Your eyes meet Adri’s as you take another hit, fingers pinching the filtered end. She gives you that look, and you know you have to elaborate. “I was telling him that I’ll always be there for him,” you add, voice quieter this time. 

Her brow pinches and you can tell she’s thinking, running over any and every concept she’s learned in her pursuance of psychology that could explain tonight’s events. Despite your aversion to studying the subject, you appreciate Adri’s encyclopedic knowledge and rational nature, it keeps you grounded. 

“Loss for words? Or is the joint already kicking your ass,” you tease.

Adri shakes her head, “he didn’t say anything? Just kissed you?” She takes a hit from the joint and the smoke goes down easier this time.

“He was kinda yellin’ at me?” you tell her, watching as Adri rolls her eyes. “he said don’t you ever leave me, and then he kissed me”

Adri hums, nodding slowly. “Do you think he loves Karen? Or, do you think he loves you.”

Your brow furrows at the mention of her name, thinking back on the events of the night. Lip’s cold fingers wrapped around your arm, warm lips on yours. The way he tasted like whiskey. And regret. The way his body curved into yours, pressing into your heat as he kissed you. The way you kissed him back. 

“Adri, I love him,” you admit. You’ve never said it aloud before. As you bring the joint to your lips you feel a shiver run down your body, not from the cold. You love Lip Gallagher. God, you’re in deep.

The two of you are quiet for a moment longer, the relative silence of the night shrouds you. The only sounds are that of the cold breeze, the crackling of the fire pit, and your breathing. You miss the inner city for a moment, the bustle and noise, it’s never quiet. Even at this hour. You never feel alone.

“So theres this thing called attachment theory.” You raise an eyebrow and she continues. “He was neglected as a child, yeah?”

“Jesus Adri–”

“Stay with me,” she urges, taking a hit before stubbing out the blunt on the chair’s arm. Careful fingers place it back into your altoids tin along with the lighter. “When children aren’t given what they need in early development, they form a disorganized attachment style. You’ve always been secure for him,  and he doesnt know how to tell  between his feelings for you and for Karen.”

You scowl, tucking your knees up in the chair and holding your hand out for the tin. If Adri won’t finish that joint, you sure as hell will. You need it more than she does anyway. Another deep inhale of the bitter, citrusy smoke numbs the butterflies in your stomach long enough to ask quietly, “so, he probably doesn’t feel the same?”

She shakes her head, “that’s not what I said. All I’m saying is that, especially with the baby in the mix, he’s got this sort of cognitive dissonance going on. Theres you, and theres Karen, and there was supposed to be a baby. I’m sure fatherhood is important to him?”

You nod along, remembering the videos he was taking for his unborn son, the sweet smile on his face when he talked about painting a nursery for Karen, the baby sneakers he bought in preparation. You know in your heart that Lip is more devastated that he’s ever been.

“There’s a sense of responsibility too, to step up and be a father, no matter the situation. He got so attached to the idea that he didn’t know what to do when it fell apart.”

You sigh, head resting in your hand as you think it over. You understand, his life hasn’t been easy. You know how much he wanted this baby, and how much he wanted to make a life with Karen. You scowl. “He was forcing it, though.” Now it’s Adri’s turn to nod along, “she’s not right for him, and I’m right here, I’m right in front of him and I have been for years. But he doesn’t see it.”

Her lips purse and you let her think, smoking down the joint, it’s nearly finished now. “Well, I wouldn’t say you’re right in front of him.”

You roll your eyes, “Adri–you know I love you–are you blind? We see each other every day, literally. I don’t think I’ve gone a week without him since I was five years old.”

“You haven’t said anything though, have you?” she asks. You’re silent in return. “Exactly. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. ”

“What–” you swallow, your throat thick. You pretend it’s from the smoke, you pretend you don’t understand. “What does that mean?”

You know you’re lying. Adri knows you’re lying. You wait to see if she’ll call your bluff.

“He looks at you like you hung his moon and stars,” she tells you bluntly, deep brown eyes locking with yours. “He doesn’t want to ruin what you two have, and neither do you. You’re stuck in between.”

It hits you sharply, an overwhelming feeling flooding your body while a lump forms in your throat. Statistically, there are few outcomes where he stays. Where your relationship stays, or changes for the better. Many, many roads seem to lead to a desolate end. To growing apart, to never speaking again, to watching the boy you love stay trapped in the wrong relationship. Your eyes well with tears. 

“I don’t– I-I dunno how to tell him, Adri,” you whisper.

She moves closer to you, standing from her seat to stand at your side. You’ve stubbed out your joint now, flicked the filtered end into the fire pit and watched it burn up. Adri’s hand on your knee grounds you, she comes down into your space and takes one of your hands. “You’re a good person, MK. You’re an empathetic person. But you need to protect your heart. If you let him keep it for too long, it could end up shattered.”

[divider]

By four, Lip is awake and apologetic. By five, the two of you are sitting on your roof, sharing a cigarette. A small space heater in your window blows warm air onto your backs, and your head is tilted up to the sky. 

“Y’know, that’s the first time I ain’t had a new years kiss since I was… thirteen, I think?”

You swallow around the lump in your throat, reminding yourself you saw it coming. He has a tendency to drink until his brain shuts out the memories. He’s done it over lesser blights.

“Don’t really care about your romantic prospects, Gallagher,” you snap, holding out your hand for the cigarette. 

Lip passes it to you silently, he looks hurt. You don’t apologize. 

“Yeah well,” he scoffs after a moment’s time. “You’ll be happy to know shit’s done with Kar– Karen.” The way he stumbles over the fond nickname doesn’t go unnoticed either. “I’m not pickin’ up when she calls. That is if she calls, psycho cunt.”

You roll your eyes and take a drag from the cig he handed you. You lean back until your shoulders rest on the roof tile. You relax your body for the first time in a while, comforted by the moon above you. It wouldn’t be so bad it he was close by, if Lip used his potential here in Chicago. “You know, you could always apply–”

“What if I went to MIT?” he blurts out. You’re sure you’re hearing things. 

You force yourself to take a deep breath first. Four counts in and four counts out, like you’re at the barre again. Years later, the training sticks with you. “Massachussets. Lip, that would be…” you trail off, swallowing thickly and taking a drag of the woody smoke before passing the cig back. The end was burning your fingers anyway. “That would be amazing. Have you finished the application?”

Lip stubs out the cigarette, his fingers itching for another only to meet the memory of his empty pack. He shakes his head. “You got a cig? Chainsmoking helps the hangover.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff, you move the heater to crawl through your window, then beckon him back inside. He knows to lower the window to a crack when stepping back in, slumping into one of the two chairs you keep by your window. You think briefly on how you’ve always needed that second chair, lip over to smoke at your house just as often as you were at his. A constant presence. You’ll miss him. 

You hold out your pack of american spirits, turquoise. Lip wrinkles up his nose but takes the thing anyway, “these taste like fuckin’ cardboard MK.” 

At least after everything that happened last night, he’s still the same old Lip. That’s good, you tell yourself. It’s not convincing. 

You just roll your eyes and hold up your lighter, flicking it on as you draw your faces closer together to light both cigs at once. After a drag to soothe your nerves you tell him, “you have a personal statement from your UChi app, right?” You turn toward your desk and open your laptop, sitting it on your thighs as you cross your legs. “And your SAT records?”

Lip nods, “yeah I got ‘em, saved on my school account I think?”

You pass your computer to him then stand up. “Okay. I’m gonna get some snacks, and then we’re gonna get that application done.” His face lights up at the mention of food. “And then we need to finish our packets for AP Lit.” You giggle at the way he rolls his eyes, heading downstairs to find something to whip up. 

The next few hours tick by with comfortable conversation, mini pancakes, and plenty of application questions from Lip. He’s so unaware about some of these things, you wonder how his other applications looked. Well, application. Singular. From what you know, he’s only applied to UChi. And only under your encouragement.

At 6:53 Lip closes your laptop and stretches his limbs, finally finished. The sun is rising outside your windows, and your head lays in his lap. You’d moved down to the living room about half an hour ago, setting up a tray table for the laptop and switching on the TV. Your eyes were fluttering closed a mere ten minutes later, and your head had slumped to his shoulder soon after. You wake when he cards his fingers through your hair, mumbling to you.

“Hey, wake up. Look here,” he shows you an email on his phone, confirming his application was submitted. 

You rub at your eyes groggily, but a smile graces your lips. “Mm, proud of you,” you murmur, sitting up and stretching. “We can go to bed now?”

Lip nods, then wraps his arms around you. “Living in Massachusetts could be nice, I think. Thanks f’everything, MK. Gonna get home, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Slumping back onto the couch after he lets go, you nod sleepily. “Mmhm, AP Lit. homework.” You peer up at him as he ruffles your hair with one hand, the other pulling a cig from your pack before tossing it back to you. You ache a bit, watching as he leaves with a little salute.

Only when the door clicks shut do the tears begin to fall. 

Weeks pass one after the next, anxiously waiting for your college decisions. On a chilly March morning you wake in the Gallagher’s living room. Lip is already awake, fixing up something for his younger siblings. You rise from your spot in the recliner, closing the legs and stretching your aching limbs. You shuffle into the kitchen and steal a strip of bacon from the plate on the counter. 

“Can’t believe you let me sleep all night in that chair,” you tease, directed at Lip as you cover Liam’s little ears with your hands to add, “fuck you for that.”

Lip just scoffs, “yeah you’d love that,” he teases, and you open the fridge to hide the embarrassed flush on your cheeks. “Looked real comfy, didn’t wanna wake you. It was like two in the morning anyways.”

At that moment Debbie steps in the door from checking the mail. She screams Lip’s name, making him jump as she runs up, waving a thick red and black envelope. “It’s for you! Look!”

The fridge is closed just as quickly as you opened it, anxiously peering over his shoulder as he fumbles to open the envelope. “Shit! You do it MK, I can’t look.” When he passes it over you notice he’s trembling. With careful hands you tug at the opening flap, pulling out a folder with a letter enclosed. 

You read from the paper, “Phillip Gallagher, congratulations on your acceptance to Massachusets Institute of Technology!” 

You watch Lip’s eyes go wide, fingers reaching for the paper. He scans it over then continues where you left off. “Additionally, you have been selected to receive our presidential scholarship for academic achievement… which will cover the full cost of tuition.”

You hear quick thumps as Fiona and Ian clamber down the stairs. “You got in?” the older asks excitedly.  

“I-I got in… And I got a fuckin’ scholarship,” he states in awe. 

Before Lip can register, Fiona is throwing her arms around him. “Knew you could do it, look at you, a Gallagher goin’ to college!” She holds him at arms length, tears welling in her eyes.

When she finally lets him go, Lip turns to you with a proud smile. “I did it, MK.”

You swallow thickly, forcing a smile. “I’m so proud of you, Lip,” you tell him, pulling him in for a hug of your own. When you pull away you wipe tears from your eyes, hoping the assumption will be that they’re tears of joy. “Gotta go home, get dressed an’ all that. I’ll see you at school.”

You walk quickly from the room, hand covering your mouth to conceal a sob the moment you step out into the morning chill. You’re happy for him, really, you are. But your stomach twists in knots at the thought. You’d applied to a few schools, but your eyes were set on UChi from the beginning. Beautiful campus, and close enough to come home if you wanted. Staying in your city will be nice, but reality has started to settle in. 

It’ll still be your city, just without your best friend. You wonder if it’ll feel emptier. 

© gallaghersgal, 2024.

THX 4 READING → this chapter is dedicated to @ariiireads, and is 100% un beta'd :D

[minhosbitterriver]

hi it’s 👽 i saw that you wrote about a reader that smokes weed in your felix oneshot and i was just wondering what type of potheads you think skz members would be

POTHEADS — stray kids

스트레이 키즈 ⨳ genre/s: headcanons (?) ⨳ warnings: obviously the members of skz are stoners, mentions of anxiety, stress, feeling overwhelmed, let me know if i missed anything please i’m high ⨳ rating: 18+ ⨳ word count: 1.8k ⨳ summary: green decides what kind of stoners the stray kids members are. 

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🍃 방찬 — BANG CHAN. 

I feel like he started smoking weed after he heard it helped relieve anxiety and stress as well as  insomnia. He keeps a bong in his bedroom right under his bed so he can give it a few hits right before bed. Chan also seems to me like the kind of person who would walk around with a handful of neatly-rolled joints in a small tin box that also carries a lighter. It’s often that Chan would excuse himself and walk towards his car just to smoke a joint to calm his mind as soon as his anxiety started to get the better of him, and he would return to work red-eyed and freshly sprayed cologne that everyone pretended to not notice. 

When he’s high alone he almost always finds himself staring at the ceiling with a blank expression for a long while, just feeling the blissful emptiness of his own mind. He also just sleeps heavily, like sometimes he’ll be immediately knocked out after a hit of his bong or two. If he’s high while working he finds it easier to focus and really get into the zone of the most routine parts of it, and sometimes being high really helps him think better when it comes to writing. It’s mostly just a hit or miss. 

However, when he’s high along with friends, it becomes a different story entirely. He’s just so energetic, so talkative and giggly — there’s a reason he’s so popular amongst idols. He treats the world like a wonder that delights him every single time. Whatever story you tell him, it is received with great enthusiasm and it’s the very thing most like about him. 

On the downside, smoking as much as he does really causes memory loss for him, and it’s a struggle he accepts if it means a good night’s sleep. He actually did try to stay sober for at least a month and found that he hated who he became without weed since he didn’t have anything to console his anxiety or to knock him out for the night. 

🍃 리노 — LEE KNOW. 

Minho doesn’t exactly give me stoner vibes, but I do think he enjoys eating edibles (a.k.a. Felix’s brownies) every once in a while to take the edge off or to relax with the boys. If he’s feeling a little more adventurous, he’ll smoke from whatever the others are smoking from — bong, pipe, joint, whatever. Generally speaking, though, I wouldn’t consider him to be a full-blown pothead since I don’t think he’s the kind to enjoy the feeling of not being in control of his awareness often. 

Regardless of if he’s alone or not, I think he would be the kind of guy who would just eat constantly. As a matter of fact, don’t even talk to him if you don’t have something to feed him. It’s ridiculous, honestly. When he is eating, though, he’s so giggly. Jokes that he wouldn’t laugh at, he finds to be the funniest damn thing in the world — just no thought process going on, just giggles. 

🍃 창빈 — CHANGBIN. 

Changbin started smoking as a teenager and this is a hill I’m willing to die on even though there’s literally nothing that I could say to justify this opinion — I can just picture him sneaking out of the house and school to smoke joints with his buddies and then enjoying the nauseous thrill of getting away with it when he’d return to where he’s supposed to be. I think this might be when he discovered his passion for rapping, I think he was goofing around with his friends singing and rapped a little too well. He probably became curious about it and started doing research and trying to write some verses for himself. 

Perhaps he tried to quit around the time of his debut, though, since he wanted to remain sober and sharp during this extremely crucial period of his career. He did so well for a long time, you’d never tell he used to get high all the time back in his teenage years. But then he recognized the familiar scent of weed in the dormitories with the other members and quickly found out it was because of Chan — that was enough for him to return to his old ways, his leader was doing it while being the company’s golden child. 

Presently, I believe Changbin only smokes out of a bong. He’s at that point in life where he doesn’t really care about leaving something so obviously related to weed out in his room, so he keeps it in the bathroom cabinet that he uses by himself in his own apartment. There’s not a moment he’s home but not high, it’s the first thing he does when he wakes up, comes back home, and goes to sleep. That bong is always packed, and he genuinely loves it that way. It just makes him feel like he’s traveled back to the days he was young and naive, writing only for himself and rapping in exchange for the laughter of his friends. 

While high, he’d also feel starved all the time. It’s not uncommon for him to be eating so much after getting high — which explains the constant jokes the other members make about him loving to eat so much, he’s always high. He’s also very loud and giggly, and just loves making other people laugh. However, if you catch him alone, he’d likely rope into you a very intense conversation in which you confess your darkest thoughts and feelings though he never judges and keeps it to himself. 

🍃 현진 — HYUNJIN. 

Being such a devout artist and enjoyer of the arts, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he stumbled upon like-minded people who happened to also spend time smoking weed. He’d love it from the first puff of smoke, freely allowing his mind to fog up as he melted into every tingle of his skin that seemed to follow the beat of the music playing in the distance. This would be the moment that would forever change the course of his life as he soon found himself obsessed with perfecting the art of rolling a flawless joint. 

He would often add various types of flowers into his joint just to enhance his experience. The beautiful mixture of the very different types of flowers was absolutely intoxicating, and it always inspired him with an abundance of creativity that he always spilt into either the blank canvases he’d buy in dozens or the hundreds of half-filled notebooks he collected everywhere. 

I feel like Hyunjin and Changbin would enjoy smoking together a lot. Changbin already likes having deep conversations when he’s like this, and I feel like Hyunjin would also enjoy having these types of conversations as well as the philosophical ones. And I think Hyunjin would like smoking with Felix, too, since they’d always end up listening to soft music that makes them feel like they’re levitating while describing every thought that crosses their mind. 

Sometimes he would accidentally get too high, which then causes to become very anxious. For this, he always carries various crystals in his pockets for him to fiddle with as a way to ground himself. But overall, I’d kill to smoke with him so we can be artists together and then maybe even share our works and have a whole discussion about it all. It just sounds so peaceful to me. 

🍃 한 — HAN. 

Han was encouraged by Chan to start smoking, that much I would say. He’s just so overwhelmed with anxiety, constantly feeling as though he were a cup full of water that is just about to spill over. So Chan invited him into his world of soothing serenity as he’d smoke him out for a while. Eventually Han just started getting his own pipe and his own weed. 

His memory is absolutely shot as of now, but it’s okay because he’s not so overly-conscious of the fact that he’s constantly perceived by other people so he’ll consider it a win anyway. He would constantly smell like weed, which the other members find irritating because they’d panic about someone finding out they all smoke. He just always gets a little too high and forgets that he’s not supposed to be a pothead. 

🍃 이용복 — FELIX. 

I’m not sure when exactly he would start smoking, but I do know he would be the kind of guy to mindlessly always be smoking people out when he smokes. He just enjoys having company when he’s taking the edge off, he definitely sees socializing as smoking and vice versa. It’s very rare to catch him hanging out with a friend and not smoking with them. 

Whenever he finds out about a tour or a long trip away from home for work, he’s always sure to bake some treats so he can still get high without drawing too much attention to himself with the smell. He’s just paranoid, but it’s fine. Felix also just likes bragging about his baking skills since nobody ever really tastes the usual twinge of weed, it could really pass as a normal brownie until it hits you an hour later. 

Yeah, he’s always high, I’m so certain of it, he’s just very good at hiding it. 

🍃 승민 — SEUNGMIN. 

Seungmin was probably very bewildered when he found out his members smoked weed, always watching them get high while he sat in a corner quietly. He’d be so curious to know what it felt like, but the members didn’t let him even hold a lighter before he was old enough to. That doesn’t mean he didn’t constantly irritate the members while trying to take a puff whenever they smoked together. 

As soon as he was considered an adult, he bought himself so much weed along with a brand new bong as well as a whole box of prerolls to celebrate. He did stop smoking it pretty soon after, though, because he realized the risks of damage to his throat if he continued so he now settles with the edibles. 

He’s very goofy when he’s high, too, always throwing sly jokes left and right as if his life depended on it. He just likes making others laugh since the silence feels too loud. I’d also dare say he becomes very sleepy easily as well, so he’d probably be the first to knock out in the middle of a smoking session. 

🍃 아이엔 — I.N.

Jeongin definitely had mixed feelings about his members smoking when he found out. He was raised with the very emphasized idea that smoking and doing drugs will definitely lead to your own demise so he was definitely very concerned for his members. However, everyone was very surprised when he actually asked to smoke for his birthday to celebrate his becoming an official adult — he just wanted to at least try it out before he condemned something. 

Him getting into the sticky world of potheads was probably even more surprising. Jeongin is mostly a social smoker, but sometimes he enjoys rolling very uneven joints for himself to smoke when he’s particularly overwhelmed. Overall, he’s very much quiet when high, always observing everyone else with an occasional laugh every now and then. It almost feels like he’s watching a scene from a movie, he’d say. 

posted: 06 • 30 • 2024

💬 a note from green;

This was honestly so much fun to do while stoned myself, I genuinely want to smoke with all the members of SKZ so badly. I’m also so psyched to find fellow stoner stays on here, let’s all smoke together please and thank you. Thank you so much for the request! Sending you all the love!

( 🏷️ ) permanent taglist: @agi-ppangx

[funsized-panda]

BECAUSE THEY'RE MY BABIES AND I NEED TO SPREAD THE AGENDA ABOUT THEM

LightningStorm hcs? 🥺🙏

HEHEHE YES

SOME NSFW TOPICS MENTIONED!!

they absolutely HATED each other before anything

those mfs wanted to see each other burn

then they realized they were gay

they both denied it for the longest time

Jackson actually was training with Cruz when she brought up Lightning

the look on Jackson's face was so lovesick

Cruz immediately just "omfg you're gay for Mcqueen!"

"No! >:T" (lies)

the third time they raced next to each other, it was intense

even the crowd could feel the tension

after the race they talked (like all racers do, dw)

all anyone saw was them both blushing like mad trying to be cool

eventually they stopped being idiots and went to friends to lovers

they really on that enemies to friends to lovers train and I love thay trope sm

Lightning asked out Storm

Jackson was SO NERVOUS

he almost said no out of pure anxiety

when he told Lightning that later on in their relationship he CACKLED

Also used it to tease Jackson

their first date was super cute tho

they were all dressed up and went out on the town

once they were official everyone was eating it up

Lightning ALWAYS had a hand on Jackson

that man's secret love language is touch and you can't tell me otherwise

during off season the two with go back and forth between their towns

eventually Jackson just moves to RS and just becomes apart of the family dynamic they all have there

they cuddle and watch movies on the nights they're both struggling to sleep

they smoke 🍃 and do the deed

Lightning will sit there taking drags as Jackson sucks him off

the bedroom life is insane for them

Jackson is a WHORE when it comes to things in his mouth

when they're not in the bedroom, he has to have gum, candy, mints, anything to keep him settled

in the bedroom? if Lightning's cock/fingers aren't in his mouth immediately that man will be a full fucking brat

Jackson isn't the only dirty one tho

Lightning loves being called sir/master

he won't be nice if Storm doesn't call him something like that

except daddy is off the table

neither of them like that

Lightning is a whore for Jackson and vice versa

if Jackson wears slightly revealing clothing or his shirt rides up?

it's done. Lightning is pining that mf to a wall and Jackson isn't walking for a good few hours

they love marking each other

Lightning loves when he can leave hickies/bruises all over Jackson. especially bc of the vice grip he has on Jackson's hips during it

Jackson loves it too

Lightning loves when Jackson leaves hickies in return

they both enjoy the idea of people knowing they own each other

if there's ever a race Lightning isn't in, he's in the pit as Jackson's crew chief

that mf has been racing for years. You think he's not gonna let his rookie in on the secrets?

everyone is jealous/angry with Jackson bc he learns all the tricks (old and new) from Lightning and wins basically every race

Cruz is even jealous but not like "wtf i should be winning this!?" its more of a "how did i not know these tricks????"

but she's just happy one of the guys she helped train is getting those wins

anytime one of them wins, they both know it'll be a long night

as soon as they step in the trailer, they're handsy and all over one another

one time in an interview, they got asked if they would adopt kids and they both paled

neither of them want kids

not because they hate them exactly, but it's just not for them

they in turn said they were happy with their golden retriever and black cat back home

they're both basically children anyway

when they first announced the relationship, there was some backlash bc of the age gap

since Jackson is in his twenties and Lightning his forties, people thought it was very... yeah

it eventually calmed down tho and everyone just enjoys the two tho

they bounce off one another like crazy

Lightning is very laid back in public, which gives Jackson the opportunity to be chaotic af

Lightning swears sometimes he'll get gray hairs from Jackson

even jokes about it in interviews

at home it's complete opposite

Jackson is calm and relaxed and Lightning is the one bouncing off the walls

same person, opposite reactions basically

THEYRE END GAME

When Lightning proposes to Jackson, they do it in a private setting

somewhere really nice. like a little forest hideout they found one day that became their favorite spot

they were gonna announce it in style but Lightning slips up

Jackson won a race after almost losing and everyone just heard Lightning basically scream

"THATS MY HUSBAND"

everyone lost their shit

there you go 🥰

if you don't like this then oh well. scroll on pookie

[guerrillateezsworld]

tokio hotel reacting to you getting high after a bad day + how’d they comfort you

request: okay so th boys how they would react to (fem) reader getting high with them and like she has a bad trip and stuff and how they would comfort her and stuff ykkk(also they are dating her and just 🍃don’t do hard crack yall)

a/n: THIS IS JUST A REQUEST. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS AT ALL AND THIS IS PURELY FOR FUN AND IS NOT SUPPOSED TO MEAN ANY HARM!! also i mixed some of the stuff up like she comes home from work, bad trip, bad errands, etc.

warnings: 2007!tokio hotel, use of weed, fem!reader, cursing, reader has a bad day, reader asks to get high with them, DONT SMOKE WEED!! I DONT CONDONE THIS!! PURE FICTION!!

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tom kaulitz

-you came home from work, clearly in a bad mood and not wanting to be fucked with. that’s when he comes up to you and kisses your forehead to try and calm you down. “my love, what happened today?” he asks, trying to be as normal as he can. (i feel like that tom isn’t the best with comforting people. like he sincerely tries but fails a lot because it’s just not his forte. but for his lover he will definitely try to work on his comforting skills for you) you give him a small smile, but he knew it wasn’t really a “real” smile as some would say. “you know you can tell me anything” he pats your shoulder with a sympathetic smile. “ugh, it’s a lot so i’ll shorten it for you. so these stupid bitches, irene and lindsey, were trying to take over everything. keep in mind, they’re like technically new here soooo i don’t know why they were tryna be like this-“ and on and on. you were gonna make it short but ended up telling him EVERYTHING, which took like an hour to his surprise. to add on, you shocked him with what you said next. “wanna get high with me?” you ask, seriously looking at him. boy was he shocked. he knows you smoke but he’s never seen you do it before because you usually distance yourself, so this shook him a little. “uhh yeah, sure. do i need to roll one?” he asks. “nah, i got it. i’ll be back” you say and go to your room. you come back after a few minutes, now with a big genuine smile on your face. “just a small one will do for now, i don’t need too much with how i am right now” you giggle. with that, you guys just chill and smoke the night away. this was definitely needed as you slept so good that night with tom by your side.

bill kaulitz

when you came back from the store, you were pissed. not like crazily but you sure were a lot. you came home, sat the bags down, and plopped down onto the couch with a loud groan. bill heard you and came in to check on you. “babe, you okay?” he asks and sits on the floor by your head as you’re pretty much taking up the whole couch. you lift your head up and shake your head. “not really, people just really wanted to test me today, and to add onto that, i couldn’t find a lot of what i was looking for for and you know how pissed that makes me.” you explain, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. he nods, seemingly understanding your situation. “yeah i understand. people can be like that. i’m sorry you had to deal with that sweetheart” he smiles making you smile back. you pull him in for a hug to thank him, which he returns. “i love you bill” you smile. “i love you too sweetheart” he smiles back. what you didn’t expect was that bill pulled something out of his pocket. “let’s go to the balcony and chill out, i’m sure you’d need this” he shows me a blunt. you cant help but let a smile break through as you stand up and walk to the balcony with him. “thanks bill, i really appreciate this. i definitely needed this after the day i just had. next time, you should probably go with me so i don’t throw hands or something” you laugh, taking a puff and passing it to bill who takes it. “yeah i probably should, can’t have my girl getting into a fight. although that would probably be very hot” he gives you a teasing smile to which you softly swat at his arm. “yeah yeah” you reply, playfully rolling your eyes. he just smiles back and you guys smoke and head back inside. “i think i’m gonna take a nap now. i need a little refresher” you smile. “i’m coming with”

gustav scháefer

just my opinion and everyone has theirs, but i feel gustav isn’t the one to get high. like im sure he would maybe once every few months but definitely not all the time.

anyways, back to the head canon thingy.

you’ve been gone for almost week visiting your family, and boy were you ready to go home. you loved it there, but this time it was different and you didn’t like it. when you got home, you immediately threw your bags onto the ground and went straight to your room. you didn’t know that gustav had a day off so it was a surprise when you saw him laying in bed. he seemed to notice you and he got up to greet you. of course you have to do it back because he’s you’re boyfriend. “welcome back meine liebe (my love)” he smiles. “thanks gustav, but i’m just not in the mood right now. that was the most stressful week of my life” you breathe out, feeling warm from gustav’s hug. “why’s that? do you wanna talk about it?” he asks softly while leading you to your bed. “i don’t mind to. normally when i go visit my family i love it, but this time it wasn’t the same. it was like everyone was out of place, more arguments than normal, asking me too many personal questions to where i was uncomfy, and no one was prepared. it was just a lot and i felt like something had to have happened between them to act like that. but at least im home now” you let out a sigh, gustav continuing to feel worse. “im glad you’re home y/n so you don’t have to worry now. hopefully they realize what they were doing wrong and apologize” he smiles sympathetically. “yeah. i’m gonna go smoke. would you like to join me?” you ask with a smile. “normally i say no, but if this will help you feel better than sure” he laughs and you get up to roll it. you come back with a small blunt and a lighter. “good thing we have a balcony” you laugh, lighting it and walking outside, taking a long drag before handing it to gustav who does the same.

georg listing

-he’s the other one that i feel like doesn’t smoke much. still more than gustav but still not much at all.

you had just gotten back from a job interview. as you walked through the door, georg was standing there with a big smile ready to congratulate you. but when he saw your frustrated face, his smile dropped and so did his heart. “babe.. are you okay?” he asks quietly, hoping you don’t flip out on him. you walk past him with a sigh. “yeah, i guess so. i don’t think they’ll wanna hire me now and i’m not sure if i wanna work there anymore” you shake your head, plopping down on to the couch. “why’s that?” he sits next to you, rubbing your back as you lean onto him. “well, i was late due to traffic, i was really nervous, i kept messing up my words, some of my stuff didn’t apply to them, and others. now i just feel like shit and i definitely don’t wanna work there now” you sigh, leaning back on the couch. “hey that’s normal, love. it happens and it’s never not gonna happen. you just have to find what’s right for you, which can take time but you just have to be patient.” he softly pats your back, making you smile a little. “yeah, thanks georg, i really appreciate it. but do you mind if i go smoke? you’re welcome to join” you look up at him. “yeah go ahead sweetheart. and i probably won’t join tonight but maybe next time. i’ve not been feeling the best. enjoy your time” he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and engulfing you in a big hug. “are you sure georg? it’ll keep your mind off of it. and if you do get sick from it, i’ll be by your side to help” you pout, hoping it’ll make him join you. he groans, “fine, you know i can’t resist those eyes” he smiles making you hug him. “i’ll be right back babe” you get up and run to your room and come back out with your stuff. “let’s do this” you smile. “can’t wait to hear what you have to say while you’re high out of your mind” he laughs making you roll your eyes. “oh shut it” you can help but giggle with him.

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okay i’m finally finished!! like i said, I DONT CONDONE THIS AT ALL!! THIS IS PURE FICTION!!

[gust-jar-simulator]

I thought about Lovelace and Hyrule and this crass motherfucker decided the first priority is feeding a boy. So. Look at these idiots.

Characters: Hyrule (LU), Lovelace (oc)

Song: SJ Tucker- Glashtyn Shanty

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The wasting years were a bad time to be a creature of Farore. With the collapse of the wild, the collapse of order was a foregone conclusion, and raw power did not need the trappings of state and god to rule the land with a bloody fist.

Still, in the grand scheme of things, the bloody tide had been dammed for now. The hero had won. New things could be built on the blasted bones of the old, as long as someone had the courage to pick up the first hammer and put it to good use. Few knew how to do that, in the wake of Ganon's terror. But the option, the opportunity, remained.

So it was that Link, Hero of Hyrule, returned to the wild. Who could teach men how to rebuild better than root and vine, stream carving through clay and weed pushing up through the ash? Farore's children ate at the blight on the world like spring eating away the frost-ferns of winter, ravenous and eager, and in hidden grottos and mossy pools her eldest daughters emerged, dripping magic, to sing the green back into the world.

It would be long, and hard, and thankless. But so was everything worth doing. And perhaps not everyone forgot to be grateful.

Link stumbled down an old hole between two roots straight into loam-dark arms and the lingering scent of burned metal, nose buried in tight work-braids spun with copper wire.

"About fucking time, kid." The fairy's speech pressed down on his mind with the force of forge-heat, and he went limp like a cat. It'd been years since this. The fairy didn't seem to care, and just scooped him up to march back to the depths of the earth, following the distant tink and clatter of little hammers at work, the heavy sigh of a dragon in the caves. Link settled in and squeezed their arm once, reassuring, and they squeezed his back with a smoke-rough laugh.

"Finally got yourself some muscles, brat? Demon necks have to be stiff stuff, with how fuckin' stubborn they are. The goddess-blood better've given you some fuckin' food after all that shit- did they?" Their hold shifted, shouldering through a vine curtain into a room with the particular bitter tang of demon meat, little wings chiming through pantries and cabinets. Dropping Link unceremoniously onto a bench where he could blink sleepily, the master of the hollow grabbed his chin to give him a severe golden-eyed look, ragged gauzy wings shuffling behind them. They gave his cheek a pinch and watched the skin shift while he swatted vaguely at them.

The fairy turned to chitter at the swarming pixies who'd finally noticed their wayward brother, the clink of loose metal shavings in a bucket rather than the silvery ripple Link grew familiar with in other lands. The other Great Mothers might have been thready and faint, but the dialect had still been clear. Beautiful, even hypnotic. But never as comforting as this, an accent like rough brown bread and boots scuffing at a threshold. Stars, never like this.

The fairy smacked the top of his head lightly, frowning. "Brat? You alive?"

"Mmhm." He stretched a little, propped an elbow on the table. "Great Mother Lovelace, I've been... everywhere. And done everything. I think I've earned a magic five-hundred-year coma. Can you do that?"

"Only if you eat for it boy, you'd waste away in the first six months." Lovelace shoved a bit of jerky under his nose, and watched him steal it with his teeth, frowning. "I taught you how to butcher demons, didn't I? Why can I hammer out a song on your ribs? You look like a goddamn harp, all sinew an' frame. Where's the rest of you?"

He shrugged.

Lovelace shoved a bowl of dried apples under his nose.

[dgaftilwedie]

obnoxiously answering all of these for inferno bc i need more ghoul oc lore :3 also all of these are subject to change as i develop their character ^___^

💭 - i have absolutely no idea 😭😭

🚘 - ABSOLUTELY NOT. does that stop them?? no... not it does not... they're not-so-shockingly terrible at it but they insist that practice makes perfect

✈️️ - travel is their middle name. they LOVE getting to see all the different places when they go on tour and they convinced copia to give them an extra day in every city just to go exploring

🎮 - aside from practicing the guitar, they also spend a lot of time making crafts. they make like, keychains and bracelets for the other ghouls and copia, most of which end up hanging off of landyards or instrument cases.

💍 - they're literally covered. piercings are one of inferno's favorite ways to express themself.

✒ - they have a couple and they're definitely looking to get more. they got like, two or three over the course of the last tour they were on, including a matching one with swiss because they thought it was funny (neither of them were sober) (they have matching smiley faces high-fiving on their asscheeks)

📚 - do demons need educations???

🎻 - duh doy, that's like, their whole thing. proud guitar player 💪💪

🩹 - oh yeah definitely. they're very much ocd-ridden and they might be autistic, who knows

🩸 - demon blood idk

🎶 - they listen to a pretty wide variety of music but they prefer harder stuff

💯 - 1) their horns have little cracks and you can see the fire magic pulsing through them which creeps out a lot of people. 2) they have a really weird relationship with pain?? one time, phantom bit their leg until it bled and they thought it was a mosquito bite. but there was another time where they stubbed their toe on a door and they collapsed with tears in their eyes. 3) cumulus bought them a dvd set with every season of futurama so inferno didn't have to sit through the stupid hulu ads and they literally plowed her guts on the couch in return (they were very thankful).

💤 - inferno's probably one of the heaviest sleepers ever. they can fall asleep anywhere, doesn't matter when or where, and when they're asleep, they usually stay asleep. for a very long time. it's kinda surprising seeing as how they nap a lot too. sleepy ass.

🔱 - they aren't the best swimmer, but they go a lot with rain and cirrus, so they're definitely learning. swimming sort of disables their magic for a while after they drive off because yknow, fire, water... but they don't mind

🔺 - they are the weapon. they use themself. rawr

🔶 - absolutely not, they're way too panicky in those kinds of situations to be able to calmly administer any form of first aid

🚫 - oh absolutely. they smoke a lot with mountain, whether it's cigarettes or weed, it doesn't really matter to them. they also steal swiss's vape. as for drinking, they do that slightly less, but inferno's a sucker for a good drinking game. and i mean, what good is a creature of hell that doesn't sin???

🌈 - they're bi!! they don't really have a preference for who they get with, but that's the same thing for most of the ghouls. as for gender, they don't really associate with human gender dynamics or whatever. they present more feminine but they use neutral pronouns because they don't like falling into a specific box.

🎄- halloween!!! it's like one of the big holidays that the ministry celebrates and they love getting to go trick-or-treating unglamored. their first time copia agreed to letting inferno, phantom, and aurora go, he was a little nervous that they'd get caught, but their "costumes" weren't "convincing enough"

🐶 - inferno took custody of one of copia's rats, ans they take very good care of him. his name is nacho cheese :3

🐈 - the ghouls are already a pretty sizable group but that's the most amount of people they'll do. just the ghouls and copia :3 that's all they need

🐷 - i don't think they'd be able to pick

🐉 - rain probably

🍃 - inferno did NOT go to school LMFAOAOA

🌴 - they aren't the best gardener but that doesn't stop mountain from letting them help

🍎 - they were born in hell to unnamed demon parents and they were summoned to the surface after dew's bitchass almost cut his own finger off on stage. inferno really likes living in the ministry because there are plenty of friends to make but they aren't required to always be doing anything. it's really nice for them :)

❤ - they're a ball of positive energy. inferno is very easily excitable and fun to be around, sorta like a puppy.

🤍 - they talk A LOT. they also barely talk. it honestly depends on the day. the emotions they're feeling also change very quickly.

💔 - they're very insecure and anxious all the time. they often think everyone is against them. and again, like i said earlier, they isolate themselves a lot whenever they're going through a rough patch.

💘 - their ghouls and their papa (and ifrit and alpha, fire ghouls unite!!!!!!!) :3 and especially rain. the two of them are very close to the point where it's hard to separate them. they've been through a lot together and they've seen each other at their worst.

🧡 - their family is their friends (or vice versa)

💛 - they know english and latin. they were kinda just born with the ability to speak both.

💚 - they don't have a strong preference for either. because of their element, they can stand the warmth of the summer and keep themself warm in the winter. the only reason they dislike being outdoors is the fact that they don't like mosquitos buzzing in their ear.

💙 - YES!!!!!!! ok so, they're a fire ghoul so obviously they have fire magic. duh doy. you can see it through the cracks in their horns and the tip of their tail (especially when they're unglamored). their magic allows them to manipulate fire, touch it with their bare hands, and produce it whenever they need to. they also emit smoke whenever they get angry :3 so does dew, it's kinda adorable

💜 - demon :3 i have no family lore for them jm sorry LMFAO

🖤 - i mean, they're a demon so they've probably killed someone before?? the blood moon does bad things to the ghouls.

🎂 - they actually can't remember when they were born. they were summoned sometime in july of 2023. most of the ghouls don't celebrate their birthdays, just their day of summoning :P

🍝 - fish....... oh my god inferno LOVES fish so fucking much. whenever copia goes grocery shopping, they beg him to come home with fish filets are tartar sauce. they cannot get enough

🍰 - mountain makes a MEANNNNNN batch of edible brownies that shit is literally one of inferno's favorite parts of being alive

🍦- their favorite is moose tracks just because it has a silly name

🍔 - they aren't the best. they don't usually go in the kitchen because they're lazy, but sometimes they bake with cirrus and rain :3

🥯 - FISH FISH FISH they don't care if it's "not breakfast food". they're rarely even awake to eat breakfast at a breakfast time

🥪 - inferno's lunch isn't even really a lunch 😭😭 it's usually like, a hot pocket or a lunchable or some other microwaved meal and a soda. they usually skip lunch and just have tiny snacks throughout the day until dinner time

🍛 - since rain and mount are in charge of cooking, they'll eat whatever they whip up

🍸 - they loooooooove a good whiskey. get this bitch a jack daniels and watch them fall apart LMDAOOAOA they also like fireball a lot

☕ - hot cocoa but specifically the way phantom makes it

😊 - inferno wants to tour with ghost for as long as possible. as much as they want their spotlight moment, they don't want to be dew's replacement because they love performing with him.

😖 - they're an ambivert. they definitely love getting out there and talking to people but they really need their personal space a place to cool down after a long day

🤔 - they're constantly fidgeting with something, whether it's their piercings or copia's robes or one of the other ghoul's tails.

🧐 - they think with their feelings. they usually don't think through most things they do, so they're very quick to make some whacky decisions under stress

🤓 - both. again, it very much depends on how they're feeling that day

🤩 - they can be very spontaneous when they're the ones making plans but they hate when other people are spontaneous in theirs, if that makes sense.

😥 - i'd say they're pretty mellow most of the time. but when they get stressed real bad, it kicks them in the ass

😓 - they're very open-minded and they're constantly asking questions about everything. it can get a little annoying but their pack knows how to keep them quiet...........

😞 - they're really good at attracting others, which is sometimes awesome!!! and other times the bane of their existence

🤒 - nope, not usually!! their body heat is so naturally high it kills off most things before they get too close

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 - their found family is their pack :3 none of them are directly related but they spend all of their time around each other, day in and day out, and all of the ghouls are stuck together like bugs on glue traps (sorry buggies ☹️☹️☹️). and of course, copia is always there as a shoulder to lean on. he loves his ghouls and they love him. it's all very sweet :3

details about ocs!

send an emoji/description of emoji to learn more about a writer's oc! many of these are taken from my munday asks meme, because i thought it would be fun to make a version for characters too! the prompts are categorized by emoji type and given descriptions in case anyone can't see the symbols. can be used for roleplayers and any general writers alike! for roleplayers, these can also be used for your interpretations of canon characters if you so desire as well!

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒. 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? 🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? 🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? 🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. 🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? 🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? 🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets? 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? 🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? 🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits? 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? 💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? 🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends? 💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? 💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? 💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? 💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. 🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? 🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? 🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? 🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? 😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? 🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? 🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? 🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? 😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? 😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? 🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

[emeraldvagabond]

ok I talked about it in the tags of tht post I reblogged but I just CANNOT get over the way sjm handles male SA. I can't. It's bad and awful, and I really cant think of anything else to say about it. Rhysand never even acknowledges that he was SA'd. The narrative spins it into something that he can turn into "his choice"....so that it can write it as some huge sacrifice. ASSAULT IS NOT A SACRIFICE. Like : / I dont even like Rhysand, but he is suffering??? Except he's not because Sarah Janet doesnt want to write him as a victim. She wants him to be the mastermind, he can only be a victim when it's convenient for the plot(ie. when he's justifying himself to Feyre)at every other point...he has to be a Strong Unbroken Male, who Never Suffers unless He Decides To, for the Good of his People. And its like???? LET MALE VICTIMS BE UPSET??? Let Rhysand have a bad day. That time feyre woke him up w a bj??? That could have been a good moment for him to b like "hey woah." Let him feel gross. Let him realize that, actually, that was not in anyway part of his sacrifice, that was not a decision he made for the good of his people. That was Amarantha punishing him and the memory of his father. That was violence. He was the victim.

It's....OKAY for men to be victims?? That is fine. Men are taken advantage of. Men can suffer and still be men. Men can feel confused and sad and stressed and sick and gross and they can feel elated and romantic and shy and everything else in between. Why do we keep getting this brooding alpha male archetypes as our main characters? Just let them.....be. It doesn't make them any less manly by acknowledging their feelings, good or bad. Being SA'd ABSOLUTELY doesn't take away from their Strong Male appearances....so why cant she just acknowledge it as the traumatizing act that it is.

And she does it again with Lucien and Ianthe. Ianthe, who is Luciens abuser, is always written as this bad awful woman.....but at the same time we see Feyre include her in nearly every plan she makes. She doesnt say anything or step in to help Lucien.

And Lucien sees what Ianthe is doing to him, how shes treating him, as something that just has to be endured for the sake of the court. She is the High Priestess and he is just a Courtier. We saw what happened when somebody tried to speak out against her. No one stood up for him. No one backed him. In fact, they immediately manipulated the Highlord into believing he was lying and whipping him. (Theres another argument here, about how Tamlin, who has been wanted by a sexual predator since he was a boy when he would go to Hybern with his father to meet Amarantha and the King, just doesnt seem like the type of person to ignore someone being assaulted, especially not his best friend, but that's for another time ig) Lucien's abuse, ESPECIALLY on the night of Calanmai, when he sleeps with Ianthe bc Tamlin is so distraught.....is written off as another sacrifice. Just something he HAD to do, again, for the sake of the court.

And then he??? Never mentions it again???Feyre finds him chained up and Ianthe touching all over him and STILL Lucien is not allowed to feel like a victim. He has to keep his cunning, clever, never bothered mask.

Even Amarantha's obsession with Tamlin as a CHILD is just kinda.....brushed off and viewed as normal. Just something that was...going to happen.

It's weird and if it was supposed to be written as these males not wanting to acknowledge it....it'd be different, but she tries to write it as these compelling scenes of survival....but like, without following through with it because it interrupts her images of what these males should be. Maybe if you dont want to address SA or its aftermath in your stories....stop using it as a plot device. Why did Rhysand NEED to be abused by Amarantha. Why did Lucien NEED to be abused by Ianthe. Why did Tamlin NEED to be sought after by a predator. There are other ways to solidify that a character is bad or evil especially if you don't have the range to write a victim of SA.

but she also uses it to show how awful Rhys is in TAR, too, so I guess that is just her....go to evil act? Which, fair enough it is one of the most ultimate evils imo....but not every one one of her villains needs to be a predator. Really, NONE of them NEED to SA anyone....but if you're going to make it part of the story....follow it through even to the bad ugly parts that rent through your characters stoic disguises. Let victims be victims.

[weird-addiction]

Nothing gets to me in this forest that you call home

-} Legolas x male!reader [or GN if your uncomfortable but its mostly gonna be male]

-} Warnings: spiders | gore | reader manipulating legolas (slight) | power dynamic |

-} Summary: Legolas and all other Sindar elves have heard the legend of the elven sorcerer, but they are so much more then legolas has expected.

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`This was the Greenwood the Great. But that was in the past, what good memories I had here. And this will be the exact place I will be exiled in for the next 10,000 years of Middle-Earth.’

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Ever since the Sindar elves have resided inside Greenwood, they have been very connected to nature in a way. As they expected the one who created them blessed them with it. Little did they know it was not Illuvatar who created but it was who gave him the power to create such blessed beings. Someone way more powerful, and yet was an outcast among the gods.

IF they were ever told the truth of their creator, none of them would believe it. As they have been this way for the thousands of years. And yet, their arrogance only grew over the years.

As any other elfing at his age, his curiosity was at its peak. He has heard the legend of the elven sorcerer that once served Mordor, and exiled its self in their forest.

Thranduil always told him if he went looking for the one that resided in the darker side of the forest, he would never return to the palace again. He would be snatched away and never heard of again.

As a elfing he believed it all as he was scared to be gone from his Ada’s side, but it changed over the years.

As if he were man, as he matured over the years he grew to think back to stories that Thranduil used to tell him.

He thought his father was just trying to scare and keep him out of the forest but now that he is fully grown and the fact Thranduil barely pays any attention to him anymore, he went into the forest only with his bow and arrows trying to see if the legend and stories were real.

But little did he know, and the deeper he walked into the forest the dizzier he got.

He has been through these paths thousands of times when taking out the spiders so why is it now that he is feeling unwell.

‘What is happening to me?’

He thought as he continued to walk, was it the forest or was it him. He continued to follow down the path that was made long time by his kin, but after a while he came to a stop.

This was the first time he has seen this on the path, the path divided into two, one was the one that they normally used but the other led somewhere unfamiliar.

The path ahead was turned into a dark corner of the forest that no one or rather elf has explored, that way was forbidden to everyone by King Thranduil.

“Only the ones that had death wishes would go in there, if you do not wish to die a most painful death then walk the right path.”

Legolas thought back to his father’s words, but right coming all the way out here was to achieve exactly the opposite of what his Ada and the rest of his kin would do. And that was to avoid the area at all costs.

He refused to back down, he needed to see if the legends were true. If they were, could this elven sorcerer that was a god once revive their forest? He needed to see, or at the very least try.

He walked into the darkened part of the forest, not know a pair eyes was laid upon him. Watching his every move.

“Hey! Over here!”

He looked around confused to who just spoke to him. “I’m going crazy aren’t I….” He continued to walk deeper into dark forest.

Legolas did not realize the purple smoke that surrounded him, messing with his mind. “What..is this…”

“Hehe, aren’t just a cute little elf that decided to wander into the parts of the forest that you weren’t supposed to go into. Let’s see if you make it out alive..”

The headache grew on Legolas, and soon he collapsed.

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The young elf woke up confined in webs, trying to move his limbs around only to find they were stuck to his side from the webs.

After moments of struggle, he finally reached one of his smaller blades and tear the webs apart.

But that seemed to catch the spider’s attention realizing that they’re prey was about to get away, moving they’re long legs to try and catch up to Legolas.

Legolas being fully awake jumped and ran expertly through the trees, avoided the attacks that went towards him and shooting arrows whenever he can. But one spider caught him off guard as it bumped into him and knock him into the ground below the trees.

‘Take him to me. Alive.’

The spider closed in on Legolas as he begin to back up, the spider bit a part of his clothing and dragged him to a opening.

Legolas looked ahead to see where he was, he saw a house covered in leafs and moss. The spiders retreated back into forest to where they came from, while he was left there to handle whatever came out of the house. But the next thing that happened left stunned.

A black smoke came out from under the door, surrounding the young elf once again and messing up his mind. The smoke then turned into a male elf.

“who are you.”

“I’m Legolas Thranduillion….coming here to find the elven sorcerer that has been exiled in these woods.”

The male elf that was standing and slightly towering over him curved around him in a curious way. “To find me? What gave you that idea Son of Thranduil?”

Legolas stumbled a bit before speaking. “Our forest is sick, I hoped to find you to help us.”

“And what makes you think I’ll help you?”

“I’ll….do whatever it takes….”

“Oh really? Let’s see how long you’ll last.”

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Legolas woke up in a cold sweat, looking at his surroundings confused to where he was. Realizing he was a cave like house which is not one he recognized at all, he put up his guard immediately just in case if anything were to jump out at him he could be prepared.

He saw his gear, well at least his bow and arrows in the corner of the room. He took them and went through the only door that led to his room.

Running through cave like hallways in this cave like system, saying he was already lost was a understatement at the moment. For all he knows this place could be massive, as he didn’t have a map of the place he could just be going around in circles.

He continued to walk around until he found a room that had a candle that was lit, that meant someone could be around or was around a while ago. This gave him hope as he walked through without another thought.

That was his first mistake.

Rule number 1: never walk into a room that has a candle lit.

He looked around confused, it looked to be some sort of lab. There were papers scattered everywhere, test tubes filled weird substances that seemed to be under experimentation and were dangerous to say the least. Different reports around the walls, the blackboard filled with images and writings to prove the evidence that was found. Along with question marks and circles around different images and writings.

He saw a different door that possibly led out of the room and into another hallway. But this looked different.

The hallway held some sort of aura that was to make someone uncomfortable with the atmosphere around them.

Legolas walked through the hallway, seeing this one was very long and had more color and details on the walls. This possibly led to someone’s room or office. As the young elf walked through this hallway, he realized on the walls there were many different paintings and they have been covered with cloths. As to prevent anyone even the owner and creator to see their greatness.

Getting to the end of the long hallway, he opened the door. That was his second mistake.

Rule number 2: never open a door at the end of a detailed and fancy hallway.

He walked in anyway and realized this was someone’s office along with two doors that led to the bathroom and bedroom, the three rooms that were connected were all luxurious. If you didn’t think about it being in a cave like system, you would think you just walked into a palace.

As Legolas walked through, a glass panel decided to break as if alerting him about incoming danger. But luckily he got that warning. And went back the way he came.

That was his final mistake.

Rule number 3: never turn back, that would lead to your death

Running from the office, back down the hallway but now all the paintings have been revealed to him. He stopped to look at them as if they told a story of middle-earth and of Arda that no one knew.

One showed four people, or rather four brothers standing together. While another showed the One Ring being worn on multiple people’s hands. While the one from the beginning of the hallway it showed a tree. A willow tree that was white as the branches connected certain people. This was a painting of the relations of Valinor. To show the gods, as they connected to the one that ruled over this entire world. But some of the ties were broken as if they were never supposed to exist.

Legolas looked at it for just a moment before he renters the lab once more.

But this one time he was stopped but something or rather someone. You.

M/n stood there, in the far side of the lab. Clipboard in hand as he wrote information down with his quill. But he already sensed Legolas’s presence in the same room with him.

Legolas tries to sneak past him. Keyword: tries.

“I know your there Legolas, show yourself.”

The elf prince was stunned, no one has ever found when he was being stealthy so could you?

“If your wondering how I know you are here, come out and I’ll tell you.”

Legolas closed his eyes and spoke slowly. “And how can I trust you?”

“Because I was the one that brought you here, if I wanted you gone I would have done so already.” M/n whispered next to his ear.

Legolas turned around shocked as he didn’t realize how he moved that quickly.

“How did you…”

“I’m a god darling. You really shouldn’t try.”

“A god…so your the elven sorcerer? If your a god than prove it.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll stab these into your heart” Legolas threatens with his arrows.

M/n quirked a brow before laughing.

“Do you actually believe those tales? How foolish.” M/n then disappeared into thin air.

Legolas looked around confused before he felt a pain in his side. Kneeling down, holding the Side that was kicked while M/n towered over him from behind.

“Is that anyway to talk to your new Master Legolas? Or should I say servant?!” M/n yelled the last part.

“What do you mean by-”

“When we were outside I asked you what you were doing here and you said you wanted me to cure your forest. And you said you’ll do whatever it takes. So, if you still me to cure your forest. Become my servant and serve me, depending on your performance I’ll think about saving your home.”

Legolas looked down, not knowing what to say to that response. He couldn’t.

For the first time in his long life, he was truly speechless.

“Well let’s how you do than. What do you say pet?”

“Yes…Master.”

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No part 2

[honeycombstrawberry]

aaaa omgomg okok this is the 🍃 anon hehe i guess i just wanted to get someone else’s thoughts on adrian/vigilante with a reader who is a 🍃 dealer lmaoo but like strictly just a 🍃 dealer like she makes cute little edibles and packages everything so nice and pretty (shoutout to all the lady dealers out there) plus, i’m a sucker for unlikely relationships or like an opposites attract kind of thing especially cause i mean TECHNICALLY whacky tobacky is legal?? idk sorry if i’m being dumb aaa

you are absolutely not being a dumbass this is so cute i'm obsessed with this i want to do a little thread about it!!!!

adrian with a partner who's a dealer!!

as we know when 🍃 was illegal it was his duty as vigilante to kill people who partook which is absolutely unhinged but he doesn't see it that way so we're just gonna glide past that right into the thread

so now that 🍃 is legal adrian's rewired his moral compass about it but he still hasn't tried anything. old habits die hard and he also doesn't really know what he's doing so it's just easier to not bother so he never does

chris offers and john offers and memorably once emilia offers but he has not partaken before. not before he makes a new friend

he finds out that chris gets his 🍃 from somebody in town who owns a little store so he gets curious. just to see if it's somebody he maybe remembers roughing up when he was vigilante before everything got legalized

he's surprised to find it's not only somebody he's never seen in evergreen before but an actual frankly fucking beautiful person with an awesome shop that makes everything themselves

like you grow everything yourself. you have your own grow space and you make your own edibles and you roll your own prerolls. you package everything in packaging you designed yourself. a local glassblower sells pipes and stuff in your shop. like you're fully committed to the local dealer vibe and the place is so dope

this is absolutely not what adrian understood all of this to be about so he ends up asking you questions and the two of you actually spend a fair amount of time together that afternoon while you explain everything to him, and it's endearing how fascinated he is and how many questions he asks

adrian comes back multiple times. like over and over he returns to you and asks questions about the shop-- but then he's also asking questions about you, and you're asking questions about him, and then you're just getting to know each other

and then eventually you ask, since he's always asking questions, why doesn't he just want to try, maybe? and he thinks like, if anyone should be the one to show him, you'd probably be a good person for that to be. and this is when he finally decides that maybe this is worth a try and he says he'll try it with you

as it turns out adrian deeply vibes when he gets to enjoy 🍃. like it goes a long way to calming him down and letting him vibe for a second without freaking out. he enjoys his experience and a lot of it has to do with you-- how you select a strain carefully for him, how you guide him through it, how you help him with it

it becomes something you do together, and you introduce him to different strains and ways to take it, and he tries anything you'll offer to him. he just loves being with you and enjoys everything you've given him so far

eventually he asks maybe with a little help with a pipe and you shotgun smoke into his mouth and your lips brush and then you're kissing. and he apologizes but there's nothing to apologize for, and then the two of you are just kissing

he ends up reevaluating a lot of his moral code after that, since he's in love with somebody he would've beat the shit out of a few years' ago without hesitating, but he doesn't end up changing his mind about most things. he's still a lunatic and a maniac at the best of times

he does, however, fully fall in love with you and realize he enjoys 🍃 and there's a lot of merit to trying new things!! which is a lovely little lesson to take away from all this, if not the exactly correct one

i know this was silly but i had a lot of fun with it!!!! now time to partake myself i think!!!!!!!

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adrian chase taglist:

@violetrainbow412-blog @bigassbisaster @amysuemc @sunflowerfive @papitas-con-sal @saturnngal @neptuneswritingwork @jewishdelis @myguiltypleasures21 @pinkygunslingy @violinchick @r3tr0sp3ct @chaseadrian @breathing-in-waves @rishlurh @x-milf-hunter-x @goblynnrockz @theowritesstuff @jaysfav @themartiansdaughter @dallasvakarian @missscarlettangel @pieriinova @samantha24015 @hillaryroadheadcllinton @ohmybubbletea @buckys-estrella @witchywcmans @ladyrebel25

[candlemouse]

Fablehaven Masterlist

fanfiction at the top, and uquizzes at the bottom!

All titles are Ao3 links! (But all exist on Wattpad as well under the same account name)

━━━━━ Over 3K

Heir to Light

97.2k, Garreth/Kendra Sorenson, Kendra & Seth, Seth & Eve

Medieval Royal Fantasy AU

Princess Kendra and Prince Seth were the heirs to a lovely kingdom—well, up until three days ago. With no available refuge after their kingdom gets sacked, the two royals and their companions try the neighboring kingdom, Terrabelle...

Quiet Sunday Dinners

12.8k, Marla/Scott Sorenson

Before, during, and after Marla and Scott Sorenson’s world is upended through fake deaths and magic.

bite the hand (that feeds me)

20.6k, Vanessa Santoro/Warren Burgess

A character study of Vanessa's side of the story from childhood to missions to Fablehaven and beyond.

legally dead

3.7k, Kendra & Seth, angst with a happy ending

The Sorenson siblings return to Rochester to pack up their old house to move. This proves to be too much for the legally dead teen and the one who watched her die.

━━━━━━━ Oneshots

six weeks of breathing clean air (i still miss the smoke)

643 words, about Vanessa/Warren, but features Dale & Warren

Warren's life shatters after learning of Vanessa's betrayal. Fortunately, Dale is there to pick up the pieces.

Ultimate Sibling Wedding Videographer Duo (Patent Pending)

1.8k, Vanessa/Warren, Seth & Kendra

Vanessa and Warren's wedding through the eyes (and camcorder!) of the siblings.

Not Like Other Unicorns

1.7k, Ronodin & Seth & Kendra

Kendra and Seth discover Ronodin’s most embarrassing secret—he’s a natural blonde!

Alyssa Walks Alone

0.6k, Alyssa & Kendra, Major Character Death

Alyssa visits Kendra’s grave on her high school graduation day, trying to get answers to her many questions.

hold on to the memories (they will hold on to you)

0.7k, Newel/Doren

Doren reminisces on his long life with Newel, and the effects of witnessing him in his shadow form.

Sin City

1.8k, Ronodin/Reader

Working as Celebrant’s secretary, you meet the love of your life—or at least of the week.

Fablehaven 🍃

210 words, Fablehaven as Family

Fablehaven’s group chat has everyone except Seth. Seth remedies this.

off to college (alone at home)

0.4k, Kendra & Seth

Seth grapples with the loneliness left in Kendra’s departure to college.

Kendra Decks Coulter

0.3k, Kendra & Coulter Dixon

Kendra punches Coulter. That’s really all this is. Vanessa is there too.

lovesick

1.2k, Kendra/Alyssa

While Alyssa takes care of Kendra, Kendra discovers she’s more than sick—she’s lovesick.

Blueish, Brownish, Greenish Color

400 words, Ronodin/Reader

Sold to Ronodin crack fic

Cognitive Dissonance

2.5k, Kendra Sorenson & Ronodin

Ronodin uses his newfound Fairy King powers to call the handmaiden to his side.

unlimited grief

0.7k, Kendra Sorenson & Ruth Sorenson Major Character Death

Kendra comes home for the wrong reasons.

guinea pig

1k, Kendra Sorenson & Seth Sorenson

Witch Kendra tries a new spell on Seth—with mixed results.

monotony: bracken’s time in the tunnels

1.1k, Bracken

a mini character study of living mirage era bracken

He was a unicorn. He just didn’t feel like one.

VIP Lounge

1.3k, Parental Warren Burgess & Seth Sorenson

Seth gets bored in an airport and Warren has to dig Seth out of the hole he dug for himself.

it was such a bad idea (cause now I’m even more lost)

1k, Alyssa Carter/Kendra Sorenson, fluff

Kendra and Alyssa’s first kiss fluff.

hunt for sport

0.7k, crack fic

Ronodin narrates as Brandon Mull runs for his life.

But I’m a Cheerleader

3k, Alyssa/Kendra

In which Alyssa and Kendra realize they are so much more than just teammates.

just so I know you’re alive

1.1k, Kendra & Seth, angst with a happy ending

Nightmares plague the siblings after Zzyzx.

Fablehaven Fortnite

1.6k, Kendra & Seth & Warren & Ronodin & Bracken

Follow Kendra, Seth, Warren, Bracken, and Ronodin as they compete in the Knights of the Dawn’s paintball tournament.

Solstice Gala

3k, Eve/Seth

Seth and Kendra attend the Fair Folks’ ball and spend the night.

Old Friends

165 words, Vanessa/Warren

Warren’s POV when Vanessa catches up to Warren and Kendra in the inverted tower in Rise of the Evening Star (Book 2).

Kendra Vs. Ronodin

0.5k, Kendra & Ronodin, tension

Kendra and Ronodin face off in the Titan Games’ arena.

A Beautiful View

0.5k, Kendra/Bracken, emotional hurt/comfort

Bracken comforts an overwhelmed Kendra.

Sick Kendra

1k, Kendra/Bracken

Bracken comforts a sick Kendra.

Amnesia

0.6k, Kendra & Percy & Annabeth, crossover, emotional hurt/comfort

Percy and Annabeth comfort Kendra.

━━━━━━━ Quizzes

What Fablehaven character are you?

What Fablehaven ship are you?

How long have you been on Fablehaven tumblr?

Other fandom lists:

Fullmetal Alchemist, Miraculous Ladybug, Merlin

[goldenguillotines]

💢 💤 🍰 🍃 🌱 🏊 ✂️ ✏️ 🖍️ ❤️ for Nakaou

Weird... Weird cat

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

Buckle in.. Smoking and biting his hands.. Smoking is something hes been doing before he died.. its a habit hes been *attempting* to stop. But its a lot trickier and his anxiety has really been making it harder.. which has lead him to bite at his hands.. not in the way you think? Simply biting at his hands- hes had multiple times where hes broken skin but.. that was when he was younger aha.. He only ends up nibbling his knuckles. He paints his nails so he can avoid taking a chomp out of em

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

Not really! Believe it or not! This guy usually ends up in bed unable to rest. Kinda laying there.. What helps is when hes warm and holding onto something. He usually has a few extra blankets... er.. maybe like five or six on his bed.. and holding a pillow. He finds it comforting. Sometimes Nikoli ends up on his bed.. but most of the time Tiger Mom lays next to him making it easier for him to get some warmth.. before she slinks back off to rest after she knows hes asleep. Wicata has made him some candles that seem to help him out- he cant really put down the smell but he likes it

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

Ube! He really likes Ube roll cakes! He doesnt eat a lot of sweets.. most of the time theyre too much for him but.. hey. If you offer him some Ube cake he'll eat it. Theres not much specifics.. as long as the frosting isnt too sweet.. he prefers buttercream over any other kind of fillings..

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

Living on the country side.. not too far off from the deep forests of Alternia.. I sure hope he would! He enjoys the slow paced kinda feeling. Taking care of the flowers and the little garden that hes got in the back.. He particuarly LOVES hikes... but uh.. he doesnt particuarly do it safely.. but its how him and nishii used to go about.. Hes pretty crafty and quick on his feet! Able to get up high without hurting himself..

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

..Shoving a trout down Ketana's pants. He remembered them going fishing.. and the fish were a little too friendly. Coming too close.. so Nakaou had thought it would be funny to prank his friend.. the yelp Ketana gave out was hilarious! Though. Nakaou had went home drenched in water.. ehe.. Worth it to him

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

Yep! Nakaou can swim. He doesnt like how cold water is most of the time.. hes already running pretty cold.. but hey. He likes it! Its fun to be able to take a dip and kinda exercise! Nakaou is a pretty decent swimmer.. he cant compete with any professionals or even a sea dweller but for a landweller hes decent! As for the ocean. Hed prefer not to go out too far.. uh.. most likely not gonna return? Theres some stuff deep down man!

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

Nakaou is actually someone who tries not to do that.. he prefers to leave things how they are.. but. The moment people start threatening people close to him or god forbid you try and kill him? He's kicking your ass to the curb and not in a fun way.

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

"This is a holiday and you've been resurrected Rise from the grave when everyone least expects it We are the ones that thrive off being rejected Hide under bones and never learning our lesson" - I think theres a lot blatently said here LOL but.. I dunno.. Holiday.. kinda marking the turning point for a lot of things in my lil timeline.. ehe.. Grave.. he does come back unexpected.. with no one expecting it considering how long he had been considered dead. And the last two? BITCHHH.. Nakaou is basically a sucker for punishment with how he ends up getting hurt like that..

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

With the deepest bags under my eyes.. he needs to start opening up. Not retreating and pretending everything is fine. People want to help you. They care about you. But closing yourself off isnt helping. Its not easy. but.. maybe try? PleasE?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Acts of Service and Physical touch! Nakaou loves just. being able to take a burden off someone, take care of some stuff they have been putting off.. or make them a meal... laundry.. cleaning.. hey! He likes that stuff so its a win for him! Being touchy feely is a bit of a given. He enjoys cuddling.. hugging.. hand holding. kissing.. eheh.. he likes all that. Even if theyre just sitting next to eachother- legs touching. He's content!

[bugsweirdworld]

Hello! Does your version of Swap Papyrus (🍯) smoke? If so, what is his reaction to an s/o that can make smoke rings?

Heyyy!

My Stretch DOES smoke some, but not tons. When he does it’s usually monster cigs but sometimes it’s weed too 🍃

I have some more to say on this though, so I’ll do it as bullet point headcanons for you! But I kept it more broad rather than JUST smoke rings. It’s kinda long so I put a read more!

Stretch with a S/O that smokes

Tw: smoking + mentions of drugs

Once Stretch meets his s/o he tries not to smoke as much because he doesn’t want to be a bad influence, even though he doesn’t smoke tons anyways

But relationships can make him nervous, which just makes him want to smoke more in return 😂

To be honest, once he finds out that you smoke too he feels kinda weird about it. He doesn’t like the idea of you smoking because it’s bad for you…

On the other hand, it’s kinda hot! However, HE wanted to be the one to teach you how to smoke.

Ya, I’m not gunna lie he’s a bit of a hypocrite about it, sorry not sorry 💀

The idea of you being all innocent and nervous about it is sweet and kinda hot mutt is like this too but x10

If you agree, you can sit in his lap as he murmurs guidance into your ear, maybe just ignore the way his voice hitches when you move your hips...

If you can do smoke rings he thinks it’s cute, cool and fun!

Finds a way to turn it into a dirty joke 💀

If you learn how to do smoke rings specifically for him or after he met you he finds it even more cute and kinda hot too because you’re learning and doing “naughty” things for him.

You’re just so eager and innocent with the whole ~papy look what I learned 🤗~ kinda thing.

Even better if you let him teach you how to make the smoke rings or any other tricks really.

The way he proposes “lessons” to you is definitely by smirking and blowing a ring in your face, all smug because of your startled, innocent look.

Of course then he starts chuckling, and takes another drag before stubbing his cigarette out and leaning close to shot gun the last smoke, proceeded to then make out with you like a heathen 😔😳

Oh please

...,.,,,.

Who am I kidding? He’d do that whether or not you already knew how to smoke 😂

He loves to smoke with you. As much as the idea of you smoking worries him, one of his favourite things to do is just... lay there with you and smoke.

The two of you, side by side on the floor/grass/bed/etc... just enjoying each other’s company.

Even if it’s only him smoking, even if you don’t feel comfortable with doing it yourself, he still loves to have you with him when he does it.

It feels so domestic, but in his own way.

It’s not romantic home made dinners or talking about starting a family kinda domestic right now, it’s his kind.

You laying on his chest, feeling him breath the smoke in and out while he pets your hair, chuckling every so often at something you said.

Sometimes, since smoking is somewhat of an escape for him, he likes to be alone. But most of the time he’s fine having you lean against him while he smokes out back or smirking as he feels your curious little eyes watching him.

He just loves you. Therefore, he hopes you will feel comfortable enough to do these things with him.

If not that’s fine! He just wants you to be apart of his special time and right now “special time” is a smoke break.

You can help change that though!

He wants you to be apart of the mundane everyday of his life.

Although that thought might have scared him once...

Now??

That would make him very happy.

[ahlulbaytnetworks]

🍃🕊🍃 An account of the 🍃🕊🍃

🍃 People of Ras 🍃

Imam al-Ridha (as) mentioned that one of the nobles of the Tamim tribe approached Amir al-Mu’minin ‘Ali (as) three days prior to his martyrdom and requested him to relate the facts regarding the People of Ras; where they lived, in what period, who were their rulers, whom did Allah send as a Prophet for guiding these people, how they were destroyed? etc. The inquirer told Imam Ali (as) that though they are mentioned in the Holy Quran no details available.

Imam Ali (as) said,

“You have inquired about something that none have inquired before. After me there is no one who will be able to relate their account except one who quotes me. There is no verse in the Holy Quran whose exegesis in unknown to me. I know the place of revelation of each ayah. Whether it was revealed at night or day. On a mountain or in plains.”

Then pointing towards his breast said,

“It contains unlimited knowledge and its seekers are few. People would regret why they did not obtain knowledge from me.”

“O Brother! The People of Ras were a particular group. They worshipped the pine tree and called it the ‘King of Trees’. It had been planted by Yafith the son of Nuh besides a spring. The spring was known as Rooshtaab and had formed after the deluge. They were known as ‘People of Ras’ because they had buried alive a Prophet who came after Prophet Sulayman (as). The People of Ras inhabited twelve cities on the bank of the river Ras in the eastern hemisphere. The area was known as Aras and the people were named after the river Ras. During that time it was the best fresh water river in the world and the Kingdom of Ras was the most prosperous nation of its time. The nation consisted of cities named as Abaan, Aazar, Dee, Bahman, Isfandaar, Farwarrdeen, Urdi-Behisht, Khordaad, Mardaad, Teer and Shaharpoor. Isfandar was the largest city and the seat of the ruler Tarkooz son of Ghaboor son of Yarish son of Saazan son of Narmood son of Canaan. Nimrod was the contemporary of Ibrahim (as). The spring and the tree called Sanobar were situated in this city. The people of Ras had taken some seeds from that tree to other towns and sowed them near streams. Then they took some water from the original spring and mixed it in the spring of each town. It irrigated the saplings that gradually grew into thick trees laden with sour fruits. The people prohibited themselves and their animals from partaking in any of the products of these trees. They also refrained from drinking the water of those springs and claimed that it was the cause of existence of their gods.

Thus it did not befit them to drink this water that would result in the decrease of their god’s lives. They used the water from the river Ras that flowed by their cities for themselves and their animals. Every month one of the towns celebrated ‘Id. On this day, people of that particular town gathered near the Sanobar tree situated there. They covered the tree with a silk curtain embroidered with pictures. Cows and sheep were sacrificed at the tree and later burnt with firewood. When the smoke and ashes darkened the atmosphere they fell down prostrate in front of that tree. They wept and wailed and implored the tree to be pleased with them. The Satan used to sit upon the tree and shake its branches. He would hide in the trunk of the tree and say in the voice of a young boy, “My servants! I am pleased with you. May you be happy and your eyes brighten with joy.” Hearing this, the people would arise. They would celebrate the next few days in drinking, playing drums, singing and making merry. Then they would return home.“

The Persians have named the months after the cities of Ras, Abaan, Aazar, etc. Every month was associated with the feast of a particular city, hence that month was named after that city. When it was the turn of their largest town to celebrate the festival, people from all the other cities came there. They would gather at the great tree near the spring and cover the tree with a large curtain embroidered with icons. The curtain was partitioned to have twelve entrances, one for each city. They would prostrate before the tree from outside the curtain. They sacrificed animals equal to those slaughtered from all the other cities collectively. The accursed Iblis sat on the tree and shook its branches. He would call out to them and speak to them. He would make promises to them greater than the promises made by the Shaitans of the other trees. Then they would rise and drink a lot of wine. For twelve long days they indulged in merry making and enjoyment equal to all the festivals of the other towns together. After the celebration they returned home. When the transgression crossed all limits Allah sent towards them a Prophet from the Israelites to make them recognize Allah and worship Him. But they refused to obey the Prophet.

After the Prophet had exhausted all efforts to guide them and was convinced that they would not come on the right path he complained to Allah “My Lord, these people do nothing but falsify me and refuse to believe in You. Therefore at the time of their great festival manifest your power to them by causing the trees that they worship to wither.” The curse was effective and the next day the people saw that their trees had dried and withered. They were astonished and terrified. They were divided among themselves on what they thought had happened to the trees. One group said that the man from Allah had performed sorcery in order to transfer the credit of sustenance bestowed by their gods to his Lord. The second group said that their gods were displeased with them because the Prophet mentioned their defects and criticized them and the people did not object to this. It was for this reason that their god had concealed its freshness and budding to show his anger against that Prophet so that the people would rise up against him.

Having formed such an opinion the people discussed ways of eliminating the Prophet. After consultations they agreed that he should be killed. They constructed huge pipes of lead and fixed them to the spring reaching its bottom. Then they climbed down and after removing all the water and dug a well underground. After this the people caught hold of the Prophet and imprisoned him in that well. Then they closed the mouth of the well with a huge boulder. They climbed up, removed the pipes and allowed the water to flow over the well into the spring. They said, “Now our gods shall be pleased with us for we have killed the Prophet who maligned us. We have buried him at the base of the greatest Sanobar tree. Maybe now it will regain its freshness and bloom.” The whole day they heard the pleas of the Prophet buried inside. He was praying to his Lord thus: “O my Lord! You are aware of my confinement and see my sorrow and grief. Have mercy on my helplessness and take away my soul at the earliest. Do not delay it.” Ultimately the oppressed Prophet met his end. Peace of Allah be upon him.

Allah revealed to Archangel Gabriel, “My creatures have become very sinful and unheeding of My wrath. They feel secure from disaster. They worship something other than Me and have killed My messenger. Do they think they shall be able to face My Chastisement? Can they escape from My Kingdom and Dominion? I shall send retribution to all those who disobey Me and are not fearful of My punishment. By My Might and Honor I shall punish them in such a way that they would be an example to all mankind.”

Thus when the People of Ras were engrossed in celebrating their festival, a red storm caught them by surprise. They clung to each other. The ground beneath their feet became melting sulphur and a black cloud overshadowed them. Fire began to rain from this cloud melting the bodies of men, just like lead melts in fire.

‘Ali says, “I seek Allah’s refuge from this wrath.” Wa laa h’awla walaa quwwate illa billahil a’liyyil a’z’eem (and there is no power and strength except that of Allah the High and the Great).”

A number of reliable traditions mention that the women of Ras practiced lesbianism and that was the reason the Almighty destroyed them.

Ibn Babawayh, al-Qutb al-Rawandi and Thalabi in his book ‘Arais’ have recorded from Imam al-Kazim (as) that the People of Ras consisted of two groups. One of these groups have not been mentioned by Allah in the Holy Quran. They inhabited a village and possessed a large number of sheep. Prophet Salih (as) sent a Prophet towards them. The people murdered him. Another Prophet was sent in his place and he too was killed. The third Prophet also met with the same fate. Now a Prophet was sent with an assistant (wali) When they put to death this Prophet too, the wali exhausted all proofs on them and called out to the fish that was worshipped by those people. The fish emerged from the sea and came to the land and sat besides the wali. The people still denied him. Allah sent a wind towards them that lifted all the people and their sheep and tossed them into the sea. The representative of Salih (as) distributed the booty of gold, silver and utensils, etc. among his followers. Thus the generations of this nation became extinct.

Imam Musa al-Kazim (as) says that the group mentioned in the Quran is the one that inhabited the banks of river Ras. They are known as the People of Ras. Allah sent many Prophets among them. There was never a time when they had been devoid of a Prophet who warned and exhorted them and they invariably killed all of the Prophets. The river flowed between Azerbaijan and Armenia and reached to the northern tip of Azerbaijan where people worshipped the lizard. According to one report they worshipped virgin girls. When that virgin girl completed thirty years of age they would kill her and install another in her place as a deity. The stream was three parasang wide. The stream swelled every day to such an extent that its level reached to half the size of their mountains, but its water did not flow into the sea or plains. It reached only up to the inhabited areas and not beyond. It flowed through their towns and cities. Allah sent thirty Prophets to them in a single month but they killed them all.

Allah sent to them a Prophet and made his wali accompany him. The Prophet waged an intense struggle against them. The people confronted him and when they became busy in repelling his attack, the Almighty sent Mika’il to them during their sowing season. A lot of water was in demand for irrigating the fields. Mika’il diverted all their canals towards the sea. All the springs originating from the streams were blocked by walls. Mika’il was assisted by 500 angels in this venture. The angels took out each drop of water from the canals and threw it into the sea. The canals were completely dry now. Allah sent Archangel Gabriel who caused all the streams and springs of their country to dry up. The angel of death was dispatched and he decimated all their cattle. The south wind, north wind, zephyr and west wind were commanded to destroy their clothes and belongings etc. by snatching everything and dropping it over the mountains and in the seas. The earth was commanded to devour all their utensils, gold and silver. All their treasure shall remain underground and will be thrown out during the time of the great grandson of ‘Ali, Muhammad (as) Imam al-Mahdi (atfs).

They woke up in the morning and saw that they had neither any belongings nor cattle, vessels or clothes. All their food grain has been destroyed. Even then only a few converted to the faith in Allah, and Allah guided them. They took shelter in a nearby cave. Altogether they were 21 men, four women and ten boys. Ultimately they achieved salvation. Those who remained adamant in their disbelief were 600,000. They died of the agony of starvation and thirst. Not a single infidel escaped. Later the thirty five people who had accepted faith returned to their hometown. They saw everything devastated and the inhabitants exterminated. They fell down in obeisance to the Almighty and with all sincerity pleaded to Him to bestow them with water, food and cattle sufficient enough for their needs. They did not wish for excess bounties lest it cause transgression in their hearts. They took an oath and vowed that if the Almighty sent a Prophet for them they would help and assist him and believe in him. Allah knew their sincerity and hence showered His Mercy by causing streams to flow and bestowed more than they had prayed for. After that they remained obedient to Allah for their life. But their progeny though outwardly pious practiced hypocrisy. They were also given respite by Allah but their transgression crossed all limits. They remained busy in opposing the righteous servants of Allah. Allah gave their enemies power over them. Many of them were killed and the survivors were subjected to a dreadful plague that wiped them completely. The canals and edifices remained dilapidated for two hundred years.

Allah brought another people to inhabit those abandoned dwellings. For a long time they treaded the path of Allah’s obedience, then lacunae set in and they became sinful. They fell to degraded habits and practices. The notable thing about them was that they considered it a gesture of goodwill and hospitality when they offered their women and daughters to fulfill the sexual desires of their friends and acquaintances. They receded further into sin and homosexuality and lesbianism became rampant. Lesbianism was taught to them by Walhaas the daughter of Satan. She came to them with her sister Shaisaar in a human form and demonstrated the method of sexual contact between two women.

At last Allah sent upon them a thunderbolt. All of them began to sink into the earth during the night. A dreadful scream came from the depths of the earth. Not a single person survived to witness the sunrise next morning. Imam Musa al-Kazim (as) said “I do not think that that part of the earth was ever inhabited again.”

According to Shaykh Tabarsi, the People of Ras were the ones who buried alive their Prophet in a well. Some historians mention that the people reared cattle and dug a well around which they sat and worshipped idols. Allah sent Prophet Shu‘ayb (as) for their guidance but they refused to believe him. Therefore their well was destroyed and all of them sunk into the earth. Some people say Allah had sent to them a Prophet named han¨alah (as) They slew the Prophet and hence were doomed to perdition. Ras is believed to be a well in Antioch. People of Ras killed habib al-Najjar (the carpenter) and threw him into the well.

Imam Jafar al-Sadiq (as) says, “Their women practiced sexual contact between themselves. They have been mentioned in the following ayah,

So how many a town did We destroy while it was unjust, so it was fallen down upon its roofs, and (how many a) deserted well and palace raised high.”

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The well was located in Hadramaut and according to some scholars in the city of Khaazoora. It was inhabited by 4000 people who had put their faith in Prophet Salih (as). Salih (as) also lived with them. Because he breathed his last here, it was called Hadramaut (death).

Later the population increased and progenies proliferated. They began to fall into transgression and idol-worship. Allah sent towards them a Prophet named han¨alah (as) He was put to death mercilessly in public view. They were destroyed as a result of this cruel act. All of them died. Their well became useless and the palace of their ruler was razed to the ground.

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