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amentomensmut · 5 months

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first time for everything

Drug dealer! Mike Schmidt x fem!reader wc: 4.2k

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Summary: You’re a good girl. You’ve never been arrested, you don't drink alcohol, and you certainly don't smoke weed. So why were you standing on Mike Schmidt’s doorstep about to buy the very thing you swore you wouldn’t?

Warnings: 18+ content, sorta implied age gap (reader is in college, mike is like the age he was in the movie so like 28-30ish?), cannabis use, shotgunning, dirty messy sex, praise, degradation, spit, grinding, fingering (f rec), handjob, unprotected sex

Authors note: guys i am SO HAPPY with how this fic turned out, and I really hope u guys like it too!! this fic ended up being my longest so far LOL, i got carried away but i LOVED writing the dialogue in this one

You’re a good girl.

You’ve never been arrested, you don't drink alcohol, and you certainly don't smoke weed.

So why were you standing on Mike Schmidt’s doorstep about to buy the very thing you swore you wouldn’t?

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“Y/n, it’s seriously no big deal, okay? My dealer’s name is Mike, he’s cool! Just hand him the money and he’ll give you the weed. Simple.” Your friend Sara says as she throws on her work uniform. You furrow your eyebrows at her words, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Sara, I’m not fucking buying weed for you.” You say incredulously, leaning against a wall in your dorm room. Once Sara’s shirt is pulled over her head, she gives you an insulted look.

“It’s not just for me, it's for us! You need to live a little more, Y/n. You haven’t even been to a party on campus yet and it's our third year.” Sara says, emphasising her words with her hands. She brushes her hair, throwing it up into a quick ponytail to make a flat foundation for her ‘Burger King’ cap to lay on top of.

“Well, that’s because I’m studying. I have a job too!” You say with a roll of your eyes. Of course it’s easy for Sara to judge, she’s always been very extroverted. Sara’s the type of girl who’s well loved by everyone on campus, and goes to a party almost every weekend. You can’t blame her. If you were as outgoing and charismatic as she is, you’d follow in her footsteps. However, you’re not, and making friends and being invited to parties hasn’t been an easy feat for you.

You and Sara have been roommates since your first year, and although you haven’t always seen eye to eye, you love her. She’s truly one of your only friends on campus, and even though you know it's pathetic, you think you’d be completely friendless if it weren’t for her. She’s the reason you’ve met most of your friends over your time at college, and although you get annoyed at her, you’re thankful for the times she's pushed you out of your shell enough to have some sort of social life. That being said, buying weed for her is where you draw the line. At least, you think it is.

“I study and work too, but I'm not a total hermit.” Sara exclaims. You scoff and cross the room to sit on your bed. You give Sara a defeated look and she lets out a soft laugh, joining you on the bed.

“Okay, I'll take that back. I don’t think you’re a hermit.” Sara says with a soft smile. She places a caring hand on your back.

“I just think you need to get out a little more, you know? Make some memories, fuck a hot guy, get shit-faced, whatever!” She continues with a laugh. You laugh along with her, and you know she's right. You are a hermit, and it wouldn’t kill you to break out of your shell a little. Even if that means buying weed for your very persistent friend.

“So, why do you need me to buy you weed?” You inquire.

“Because, I’m going to work. Duh.” Sara says, motioning to her ‘Burger King’ uniform. “And I promised my dealer I’d pick my stuff up today. Apparently afternoons are better for him now because he got some weird job working nights.” She continues and you bite the inside of your cheek. Sara notices your apprehension and she grabs your hand.

“Listen, don’t think of it as buying weed. Just…think of it as doing a favour for your friend.” She says softly, ducking her head to meet your gaze that is currently fixed on the floor. It’s just weed, you think. Not cocaine, or something like that.

“And your um, dealer? He’s nice?” You ask, wiping your palms on your jean clad thighs.

“Yeah, I told you. He’s cool. Dealing is, like, a side thing for him. To make enough money to support his little sister.” Sara says, getting off of the bed to collect her things. She swings her backpack over her shoulder and starts towards the exit of your dorm.

You’re not totally convinced, and you’re also not sure how buying weed for Sara will make you less of a “hermit,” but with a long, dramatic, sigh you nod your head.

“What’s his address?”

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The gust of the cold December wind that hits your face when you exit the city bus makes you recoil into your hood, and with an annoyed huff you set the hair that stuck to your lipgloss from the breeze back into place.

Mike Schmidt’s place wasn’t far, only a 10 minute bus ride away. However, that was plenty enough time for you to almost completely think yourself out of going. You walk to the address that Sara texted you, the sound of snow crunching under your feet somewhat interrupting your racing thoughts. “Just hand him the money, and he’ll give you the weed.” Sara’s voice replays in your head, and the butterflies in your stomach aren’t sure if her voice is comforting or not.

Mike Schmidt’s house wasn’t one to gawk at, at least from the outside. You start the trek from the end of the driveway to his front door and you wonder how many times Sara has done this before.

You reach the front door and your cold, dry knuckles rap on it. The cold air makes knocking on the wood hurt more than usual, and you rub your knuckles softly. You hear heavy footsteps making their way from the back of the house to the door, and you let out a big breath. The door opens and you scan the man in front of you. He’s…not what you had expected him to look like. In your naive mind, you had pictured a big, burly man, covered head to toe in tattoos. But, this man looked like he had just woken up, his eyes still adjusting to the light outside. His curly brown hair was slightly dishevelled and he laced a hand through it, attempting to make it look more presentable.

“Can I help you?” His voice comes out slightly gruff, and he clears it softly.

“Are you the…the drug guy?” You ask in a low whisper, like the title ‘drug guy’ is akin to the name ‘Voldemort’ in ‘Harry Potter.’

“Depends on who you’re asking.” Mike says, leaning against his front door. He gives you a once over with a little smirk and you cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m asking you.” You say, and it comes out a little harsh, your teeth chattering from the cold.

“Do you want me to be?” Mike says, and you narrow your eyes at him. His smirk widens and you bite the inside of your cheek, he’s enjoying this. Sara said this would be easy.

“I’m here for Sara.” You say, and Mike nods his head, a soft hum tumbling out of his closed lips.

“Oh, so you’re her druggie friend?” Mike says with a little mischievous smile, although his teasing is lost on you and your jaw drops open in shock.

“What? I, wha-, no!” You stammer and Mike lets out a laugh that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“I’m joking. Come in, you’re freezing.” He says, noting the way you’re shivering on his front door step. He pushes himself off the door frame and motions for you to follow him inside. You hesitantly follow him inside, but your frosty fingers thank you for the new found warmth of his house.

“Do you want something to drink?” Mike asks, leading you towards the kitchen, you following behind him. You shake your head no, even though he can’t see you.

“I won’t be staying long.” You say bluntly, and even though you can’t see Mike’s face, you swear you can picture the little smile that forms on it with your words. You sit down at the dining table, watching as Mike reaches into the fridge, grabbing a can of soda. The dining table is covered with unopened envelopes and you try your best not to snoop while Mike is in the kitchen. You look up as Mike exits the kitchen with an extra soda in hand, placing it in front of you.

“Just in case you change your mind.” He says and a small “thank you” leaves your lips.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” Mike continues, and you slowly nod your head, watching as he makes his way down the hallway and towards the back of the house. You half pay attention to the turned on television in the living room from your spot at the dining table, partly watching some sitcom that’s been left on while you wait for Mike to return. The house smells like weed and spicy cologne and your leg bounces up and down rapidly as you listen to the sounds of Mike’s footsteps coming back.

“Here.” He says simply, tossing the baggy of weed onto the dining table in front of you. You look down at it, and you crinkle your eyebrows in confusion.

“This is it?” You ask, your eyebrows raised as you hold the baggy between your pointer and middle finger. Mike looks at you with his arms crossed over his chest and that stupid smirk that seems to be permanently painted on his face.

“This is an eighth.” He answers, like you’re supposed to know what that means.

“It doesn’t look like much.” You mumble, reaching into your pocket to fish out the $40 that Sara gave you.

“Well, you can always come back if you’d like more.” Mike says in a sickly sweet tone, and now you know he’s teasing you. You roll your eyes and you get up from your chair, holding the dollar bills in your hand.

“Is $40 enough?” You question, and Mike nods his head. He holds his hand out and you place the money in his palm. You turn to leave and you hear Mike’s voice behind you.

“Enjoy.” He says, and you can’t help yourself from turning back around.

“And just for the record, I’ve never smoked weed. So-, so don’t think this is for me. Cause’ it isn’t.” You say, and you wonder why you feel the need to explain yourself to this man that you met only fifteen minutes ago. Your eyes squint at the man as he lets out a laugh at your words.

“Trust me, I know.” He says, and you watch as he takes a sip of his soda, never breaking eye contact with you.

“How? I’m literally buying weed from you.” You say, your tone somewhat annoyed. Does everyone think you’re a buzzkill? A hermit? Is it written permanently on your forehead in big, bold, marker that you’re a ‘drag’ for everyone to see?

“I can just tell. You don’t seem like the type.” Mike says with a sort of shrug. You stand there with what can only be described as a defeated look on your face as Mike makes his way over to the living room. He sits on the couch, changing the channel to some sports game. It’s silent for a moment, save for the sound coming from the tv, and you stand in the front corridor motionless as you have a mental battle over what you decide to say next.

“...Can you show me?”

You watch as Mike turns his head, looking back at you from the couch.

“You want to get high?” He asks, and he sounds genuinely surprised. You walk over to the couch, moving to stand in front of Mike. He looks up at you with a quizzical look on his face, his eyes dancing around from your lips, to your eyes and nose. You nod your head and you watch as he swallows slowly, drumming his fingers on his knee.

“I want to try.” You say, and you’re not sure where this new found confidence has come from, but you’re not going to back down now. Maybe when you get back to your dorm and smoke with Sara, you can surprise her by showing her it isn’t your first time getting high.

“Alright.” Mike says, putting both of his hands on his knees and pushing himself off of the couch. You watch him walk over to a console table in the living room, pulling out a little baggy of pre-rolled joints. He grabs a joint and a lighter and walks back over to the couch, patting the spot beside him, motioning for you to sit.

“Have you ever smoked at all before? Like, a cigarette or something?” Mike asks softly and you shake your head. You were never really interested in smoking or getting high, even when your friends had started to do those things. You’re not really sure where that interest is coming from now, although you feel a strange need to change Mike’s impression of you. To be the opposite of what he expects. To impress him.

“Okay so, the first few hits might burn a little. And you’re probably going to cough so it’s a good thing I got you that soda.” He says, walking over to the dining table to grab the soda that you left unopened, and handing it to you as he sits back down on the couch. You watch as Mike fiddles with the joint between his fingers and you look up at him.

“Is there any way to make it burn less?” You ask genuinely, and Mike smiles at you, relaxing back on the couch and slightly spreading his legs.

“I mean, there is. But I’m not sure if you’d want to try it.” Mike says, resting his head against the back of the couch and looking over at you. You look over at the joint resting between Mike fingers and back to Mike.

“Let’s do it.” You say with almost no hesitation.

“Alright.” Mike says nonchalantly. “It’s called shotgunning. I’m going to take a hit, and then blow the smoke into your mouth. So you have to be ready for me, okay?” He continues, putting the joint between his lips and lighting it. You watch as he inhales the smoke and then blows it back out, the smoke exiting his body through his mouth and nose. He licks his lips and looks back over to you for confirmation. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You say with a nervous laugh that you try to play off. Mike takes another hit, and you watch as his chest rises with the smoke entering his mouth and lungs. All of a sudden, he’s grabbing your jaw with his hand and bringing you towards him. He opens your mouth with his thumb tugging at your lower lip and chin, and he’s blowing the smoke into your mouth. He’s so close, and this feels so intimate in a way that you try not to think about.

“Told you to be ready for me.” He mumbles as he pulls away from you, his thumb and forefinger still resting on your chin. You inhale the smoke, coughing a little but not nearly as bad as if you have taken a direct hit from the joint. The weed doesn’t taste great, and you crack open your soda to wash the taste and your semi dry throat down.

“Well, you could’ve given me, like, a countdown or something.” You mutter and Mike gives a genuine laugh at that. He shakes his head at you, and you’re not sure if it’s the weed already starting to hit but you but you stare a little too long at the way his lips turn into that charming smile.

“I can’t give you a countdown if I have smoke in my mouth, smartass.” You roll your eyes at his words but you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face. You shuffle a little closer to Mike, your knee hitting his.

“Well, whatever. Can we go again?” You ask, looking up at him. He nods with a hum, putting the joint to his lips and inhaling. You’re ready this time, lips parted as you watch the way his eyes flutter as the smoke fills his mouth. He turns to you, once again grabbing your jaw, and blowing the smoke into your mouth. His lips brush your own and before you can stop it, you let out a soft moan. Mike pulls away from you slightly, looking at you with a lazy smirk. He moves his hand from your jaw to your cheek, rubbing slow circles into the skin with his thumb.

“Someone’s enjoying this, aren’t they?” Mike says, his tone sweet but you know that he’s mocking you. His eyes bore into yours and you can’t find it in yourself to look at him, your eyes fixating on your lap.

“Look at me.” He says, and you do.

“Do you want to try one more time?” He asks, and you nod. Like the last two times, he takes a hit, bringing his mouth close to yours once the smoke invades his mouth. However, as he’s blowing the smoke into your mouth, he only seems to get closer with every passing second. His lips brush against yours hesitantly but you respond by leaning closer into him. The gap is closed and his lips are soft, and the room is spinning. You know the weed is probably a contributing factor but, god, this feels so good.

Mike cups your face in his hands, cradling you like a piece of fine china. He bites your bottom lip, causing you to part your lips so he can slip his tongue inside your mouth. The kiss is needy and wet, but you don’t care. The only thing you can think about is how good his tongue feels caressing your own, and how the hand that was once on your jaw, is slowly trailing up your thigh.

Mike pulls you onto his lap, pressing you down onto him and you let out a gentle whine. He breaks the kiss to look at you and your eyes divert to the place where both your laps are connected.

“Don’t get shy on me, baby. C’mon look at me.” Mike says. You look up at him, starry eyed, and his gentle eyes are already on you. His hair is messy, his lips are swollen, and he definitely looks high.

“There you go.” He says, praising you. “This okay?”

“Yes. I want more.” You whimper, your hips softly grinding down on Mike. The weed is heightening all your senses, and your pussy is throbbing. You can’t think of anything else right now except reliving the ache between your thighs, and Mike looks more than happy to do that for you. He bucks his hips up as you grind on him, and you can feel his erection through his sweatpants. His hands have a strong hold on your hips, pulling you down onto him.

“Mike, fuck.” You choke out. You two are grinding on each other like a pair of horny teenagers, but neither of you care. You two kiss each other messily, and when you pull away, a string of spit connects your lips.

“Take off your jeans.” He simply says, and you couldn’t be happier to oblige. You wriggle off his lap, standing in front of Mike to take your jeans off. You can feel his heavy-lidded gaze on you with every one of your movements, and as soon as your jeans are off, he’s pulling you back onto his lap.

His calloused hands are everywhere. On your hips, your ass, your inner thighs. He presses sweet kisses on your neck, sucking and licking on the places you’re the most responsive to. Your hands are in his hair, pulling and tugging at it, making him groan.

“Can I touch you?” Mike asks, and you let out a quick “please.”

One of his hands trails up your inner thigh, reaching the wet spot on your panties.

“Christ, you’re soaked.” He says, and you let out a shaky breath as he starts to rub you over your panties. You buck your hips into his fingers, silently begging for more. He pulls your underwear to the side, running his middle and ring finger up your wet cunt. His fingers find your clit immediately, rubbing lazy circles. You reach down to palm Mike's bulge through his sweatpants and in response, he sinks two fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re taking it so well.” He moans, pumping his fingers in and out of you. You clench around him, and the television in the background is now being drowned out by the sound of your pussy squelching around Mike’s thick fingers. The palm of his hand hits your swollen clit perfectly every time he moves his fingers in you, and you rest your head on Mike’s shoulder.

“You know, you act all innocent, but you’re not really a good girl, are you?” Mike grunts in your ear. He adds a third finger and your legs clench around his hand from the stimulation. Your hand has now ventured inside his sweats and boxers, and you pull his dick out from the confines of his clothes. His cock is so hard, with pre cum steadily leaking from the tip. You spit in your hand and then bring it back to his dick, stroking him from the base to the tip. You massage his tip with your thumb and Mike lets out a whine.

“Y-you know what I think? I think you’re a- fuck, I think you’re a slut whose finally getting the attention she needs.” Mike grits out, and with his fingers curling in and out of you reaching a spot your own fingers have never been able to reach, you think you’d agree to anything he says.

“Mike, I think I’m gonna-” You start to say, your legs shaking from your oncoming orgasm. But as soon as the words leave your lips, Mike removes his fingers from you.

“I wanna feel you cum around me, okay? Can you do that?” Mike says softly, and you eagerly agree. With your panties pulled to the side, Mike teases you with his dick, rubbing it up and down your pussy. He catches it on your clit every so often, making you jolt. Mike’s cock is glistening with a mix of your wetness and his own, and you decided to take matters into your own hands, grabbing Mike’s dick and guiding it into your pussy. You both moan out simultaneously, and the feeling of being full again makes you throw your head back in ecstasy.

Mike lifts you up, so the tip of his cock is barely in you, before slamming you back down onto him. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, and you watch as the muscles in Mike’s arms flex everytime he lifts you up and slams you back down. His cock is reaching so deep, and being high only makes it feel that much better.

“Fuck, your pussy is fucking perfect.” Mike whines, and he drops his head, letting some of his spit dribble down to where the two of you are connected. Mike brings his hand down to your puffy clit, rubbing fast circles. You let out a sob, lacing your hands through Mike’s hair and pulling him towards you to kiss him. Your moans are muffled into the kiss, and Mike slaps your ass, making you cry out.

“C’mon, baby. You wanna be a good girl? Then cum for me.” Mike says, rubbing your clit faster and fucking up into you harder. Your cunt spasms around Mike as you cum, your legs shaking and for a second you swear you can’t feel anything except for the sheer euphoria making it’s way through your body. You drop your head on Mike’s chest as he cums inside you, and his grip on your hips is so tight it would hurt if you weren’t so fucked out right now.

Mike’s soft voice is what coaxes you out of your bliss, and with his fingers running through your hair you think you could fall asleep right here on his lap with him inside of you.

“Hey, you’re okay. You were so good, baby, but I need to get you cleaned up.” Mike says sweetly in your ear, and you slowly nod your head. You let Mike take you off of his lap and place you onto the couch, his release running down your legs. You watch as Mike tucks himself back into his pants and walks down the hallway towards the bathroom. You suddenly hear your cell phone ringing, and you reach down from the couch to fish it out of the pocket of your jeans on the floor.

“Hello?” You say in your dazed state.

“Y/n? Did you get the weed? You were supposed to be back like an hour ago?” You hear Sara say on the other line, her tone laced with worry.

“Um, yeah. I got the weed.” You say, deciding that for now, you should probably keep it a secret from your best friend that you fucked her dealer.

taglist: @slutf0rmilfs, @angie-likes-to-art

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson smut #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x reader #fnafmovie #smut #fnaf

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buckwheeler · 1 year

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whilst being like the school pariah or whatever, Eddie is actually incredibly good at finding his people. Through hellfire and his band he has friends across all year groups, has a closer inner circle. Even through having to repeat his senior year twice, and presumably all his close friends graduating, he’s still like incredibly social and doesn’t isolate himself. He’s also like the main guy, bringing all the freaks together. So he’s a loser but he’s like an extroverted, socially competent, charismatic loser who has a bunch of people in his life

Steve is like the most popular guy in school. But he only has two friends? And then he drops those two friends and just wants to hang out with his girlfriend and no one else for a year. And then she breaks up with him and he’s like. Literally friendless until he befriends Dustin. And then he just has this one friend who’s a child until his co-worker who initially resents him eventually comes around to liking him, after a summer of working together every day and then going through a traumatic experience. At which point Steve has two friends. Four if you include his ex and her new boyfriend (which would be very generous). Six if you include like max and Lucas (which I would like to but … in the reality of the show it’s not hugely implied that they hang out) so Steve is like the cool guy but he also keeps his circle very small and doesn’t socialise a ton and is maybe an introvert?

They both seem to place a lot of value and identify themselves as like … the opposite of their social nature. Like Eddie’s like I’m a freak I’m a weirdo I’m a loner !! (Whilst being wildly popular among his crowd and actively seeking them out). And Steve’s like I’m Steve the hair I’m cool and the man and like. Not ever actively trying to make new friends or hang out with more than four people.

Feel like it would be an interesting aspect of their dynamic figuring this out about each other and themselves by comparison. just the realisation that Eddie is constantly booked and busy and Steve’s like ok well I’m just gonna be in my house see u later. And Eddie being like oh are you ok are you like sad about that and Steve’s like … no?? I love being in my house. I already saw all three of my friends today. Now I’m going to be by myself. And Eddie’s like huh. Well I have to go and be with all fifteen of my friends while I lead them in a complicated game. And Steve’s like that sounds bad but I love it for u. Im going to watch tv with my mom. Bye.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 2 months

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full hc request: mc and m6 celebrating holi ?

(i am friendless this holi and i will cry over it)

-🫧 anon

The Arcana HCs: Celebrating Holi

~ most of this is based off of childhood experience celebrating in South Asia, thank you for resurrecting all the fun memories anon! ~

Julian

He loves the concept of it

A community event, full of color and celebration? Heck yeah! This extrovert is pumped and ready to spread the joy!

This extrovert is also a doctor

And this doctor is already gearing up for the aftermath - for all the people who caught cold running around in wet clothes, the injuries from hopping around on wet cobblestones and twisting ankles ...

... the overenthusiastic celebrants falling into the canals and bumping their heads, the kids who always end up licking the color powder and find out the hard way what they're allergic to ...

And of course, the mild panic he experiences for the next week seeing faded stains on his patient's skin and faces and briefly mistaking them for bruising

Seriously, why do bruises turn every color of the rainbow??

But all that aside, he's excited to celebrate with you and will even bend down so you can smear some color on his face and eyepatch

Asra

Oh, they are thriving

This is easily one of his favorite events of the year. This gets more planning and preparation time than ... most things, really

They insist on making (or at least, modifying) all of their own colors and stock up on everything from powder to paste to dyes they can mix with water and spray at passersby with a water gun

Some of them he enchants to be holographic. Others, to hover menacingly in the air and then engulf whoever walks close enough

It's one of the few times when all the kids in the neighborhood flock to them because they know that nobody will kit them out for a proper water fight like they will. It's on

His hair is going to have colors lingering in it for over a month

The magic use does get just a little bit out of control, sometimes - they've been politely asked to stay away from the town square, since the statues still occasionally puke neon rainbows

Will put a spell on you that morning so nothing can stain you

Nadia

Does she enjoy and look forward to this festival? Yes. Is she stressed beyond words? Also yes. She needs a break

The sheer logistics of organizing a national holiday aside, Holi is messy. The streets are full of people, traffic is impossible for the day, injuries are spiking from partying too hard, and the cleanup

Don't get her started on the cleanup

Vesuvia has plenty of white marble statues and fountains that end up coated in the rainbow every year (though it's gotten easier since a certain magician was banned from the town square)

Not to mention the series of legal cases afterwards when some merchant passing through sells a load of poor quality colors

That won't stop her from enjoying it with you. She'll set up the garden and spend an afternoon chasing you around with her palms covered in color, darting out to leave smudges on your cheeks

If she moves a little more slowly to ensure that she gets covered in your colors as well, then. That's for only her and the shrubs to know

Muriel

A festival so exciting and intense that crowds of people flood the streets and smear colors all over each other with abandon?

Yeah, you can count him out

The concept of celebrating color and the triumph of good over evil is delightful, but you both know that if he joins he'll suffer at best and have a full-blown panic attack at worst. Better not

He'll celebrate with you in his own way

You'll find a forest clearing, pull out all the environmentally friendly colors you've stocked up on, and goad him with rainbow fingerprints into a playful game of tag among the trees

His artistic side will make itself known, waiting for you to tire yourself out before he sits next to you and traces swirls and runes all over your arms and face with featherlight touches

Of course, this only works if you're distracted with something while he does, or else your eyes on him will make him freeze up and blush. (the shaky little smudges those cause are the best)

Portia

She adores Holi and she is Prepared

She knows all the tips and tricks to get through the day with as little misfortune as possible. Old, cheap clothes that you don't mind getting stained. Oil on your skin and hair before you go out

And of course, a mom bag stuffed to the brim, half with celebration essentials and half with mischief implements

You look tired and a little overstimulated. Here, wipe your face and hands with this damp towel and drink some water. She packed snacks - do you want a cookie or a sandwich?

You look like you could use an advantage. Here, take this dye filled water balloon and throw it at the nearest street sign - the partygoers underneath will have it in their hair for weeks

Her favorite celebration spots are right in the middle of wherever the kids are having their massive water fight. Nobody can amp up mediate one of those like she can

Will shamelessly cover your clothes in her handprints

Lucio

He loves it for the first fifteen minutes or so

A town-wide celebration that fills the streets? Heck yeah, he is all in and having the time of his life! He has permission to splash color all over random strangers? Awesome! He's going all out -

... until he starts to receive the same treatment, which means his hair is getting messy and his clothes are going to stain and there's dye all over his face and absolutely ruining his eyeliner

Yeah, he's done, and he's going to start sulking if he doesn't get a hot bath nice and soon

Mercedes and Melchior, on the other hand, are having the times of their lives. It's chaos dialed to the max and they love the chance to weave between people's legs and splash colors everywhere

Of course, they also have gorgeous long silky white fur, which gets absolutely saturated with pigments and dyes as they run wild

Bathing them afterwards is a legendary nightmare and the pastel hues linger on their backs for quite a while

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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urbanflorals · 6 months

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✧ Emma/Ems ✧ she/her ✧ Minor - birthday Jan 12 ✧ Capricorn ✧ INTJ ✧ Australian ✧ Ferrari girl <3 ✧ I will defend my babies warnette and Evajacks until i die. ✧ i am a firm believer in sarcasm. ✧ if you see me posting about writing its cause I have no motivation. I post about it, but don't necessarily do it ✧ I'm an introvert but will absolutely come out of my shell and become and extrovert when you get to know me

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Things I love

✧ Books -> [series] The inheritance games, acotar, shatter me, the folk of the air, the prison healer, caraval, ouabh, dance of theives, divine rivals (waiting for the next one to come out), the lunar chronicles, the red queen, when in rome series, the naturals, six of crows.

✧ Books -> [standalone] Better than the movies, if he had been with me, the do over (basically anything by lynn painter), the cheat sheet, powerless, the summer of broken rules and a lot more I cannot remember cause I panicked :)

✧ Music -> Taylor swift, Gracie abrams, Tate McRea, a little of Lana Del Rey, Chase Atlantic, Artic Monkeys, Guns and Roses, Little mix, Conan Gray. My music is allllll over the place lmao.

✧ Christmas <3333

✧ Rain <3

✧ Movies -> Now you see me 1 & 2, knives out 1 & 2, oceans 8, 11, 12, & 13, Mamma Mia, the adam project, enola holmes, red notice and basically and chick flick

✧ Tv shows -> B99, Friends, babysitter's club, alexa and katie, fuller house,

✧ art -> I paint, sketch, and draw, whenever I feel like it. I mostly draw. I want to learn how to use gouache and oils paints.

✧ other -> baking and cooking :)

✧ making moodboards -> here is my master list

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More Info

✧ my dream life is to runaway to paris or new york and open up a bookstore/cafe/flower shop. (and to be the rich hot aunt the everyone loves)

✧ I will most likely put 'lmao', 'lol', <3, :) at the end or in every sentence I can - just cause I want to talk to you but I don't want to come on too strong lmao (see right there - perfect example)

✧ I want to travel when I'm older! [places] -> London, Paris, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Sweden, Germany, New York, Bahamas, Japan, Korea, and a bunch more!

✧ I spend an unhealthy amount of time on Pinterest and Tumblr.

✧ I'm basically friendless if you exclude online friends. So if we're moots you're my best friend, no take backs

✧ Also I love getting new book, show, movie, music recs!

✧ My Wattpad -> My Pinterest

✧ If you want to know anymore just ask! Seriously, I have like zero friends in real life, so you can spam me anytime. I love talking to new people.

✧ special moots: [if you want to be added or removed just ask!] -> @blythexparker, @kitsohana, @myster3y, @stvrlighhttt, @skeelly, @my-mind-is-frozen, @atwtmvftvtvsgavralpsss, @bookscorpion73, @blocked-zombieartist, @urgirlnextdoorr, @nqds, @reminiscentreader, @crenna, @someones-name-inserted-here, @banilikesfictionalpeople, @yourinterruptingmyreading, @mqstermindswift, @seaveysoceaneyes <3

✧my 100 followers event

✧ this is a safe space for everyone!! ↳ Dni - if you're a racist, homophobe, sexist, pedos, ect..

lots of love

Emma <3

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Ps: this was also inspired by @stvrlighhttt, hehe ik you said u didn't want credit but i think u deserve it mwah <3

#I redid this #this one was so much better #intro post #i didn't proof read this so lemme know if u see a mistake #for some reason it keeps making the letters bigger idk how to stop it

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helpallthenamesaretakenblog · 19 days

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hey help, what are your thoughts and hcs on percy and annabeth's relationship in college?

hello @rise-deepseamonster (nice username), 👋! thanks for the ask

as for my thoughts, I've seen people say that percy shouldn't want to go to college because of his hate for school, and while I do agree to a certain extent, I also do think that the core reason why he hates school was always about his difficulty due to his adhd and dyslexia, which new rome might certainly have provisions for, so I think that would be no problem for him otherwise, and he might actually do good in college.

As for my Headcanons, here are a few

percy, like I said before, would actually love college after he realises there are provisions for his adhd and dyslexia and he would actually start doing well.

all his friends would be like "🤨 you sure you didn't get anything above a C in school?"

He would literally be so happy that he is finally accomodated.

we have no idea of annabeth's schooling conditions, but I think she would be appreciative of it too, and she would be top of the class as usual

annabeth would be the extrovert who would get invited to all the parties and percy would be the introvert who would follow next to her

pls you can't convince me that percy "plays basketball in the shadows during school dances" and "doesn't remember the name of his swim team mates" Jackson would be some frat boy with some big friend group

Im not saying he's some friendless loser, I'm just saying he has a smaller friend group than annabeth don't get me wrong

they both study together, because everytime they feel like giving up they just look up and theyre like "ok I get why I'm doing this now back to studying"

they get distracted though so that's where grover comes and reads a book next to them in the room with a small stick and once in a while bonks them (lovingly) on the head everytime they get distracted.

im not an expert on college courses so I can't really tell you what particular course percy and annabeth would take but annabeth would take something related to architecture and percy would take something related to mythological literature (he's canonically the author of Greek gods and Greek heroes and he loved chirons class in yancy) or like in canon he would take something related to the ocean studies because he'd be good at that.

new rome would most probably have therapists and percy and annabeth would definitely try therapy out once in a while.

#thanks once again for the ask!!

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tamarackbaumann · 1 year

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our final round! good luck, competitors!

Minverva:

Former friendless kid with a love of learning (especially science) and skateboarding. Once she's older, she ends up becoming a full-on punk. (minerva art by jadesnap, on tumblr!)

+ bonus essay link!

Valentim

Valentin is a snow kid, they grew up in a ski station and loves mountains. Moving from her old town felt weird but regardless he decided to become the prettiest kid of all the town. They have a long history of complicated relationships with being confortable with their gender with the pressure of beauty standard. She’s a coquette but very extrovert kid who loves to listen about her friend’s hobbies and see in beauty in everyone and everything.

Also rockin the ADHD hyper active swag.

#our life now and forever #our life now & forever #ol:nf #our life: now & forever #ol2 mc fights #ol2

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doodlesanddrabbles · 7 months

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Astarion's witty humour and elfin features had bewitched me mind and soul since the Early Acess, so of course Leshana's beau was going to be him.

Inspite of her genuine and helpful nature, Astarion did initially become fond of her ability to snark back and cut through other people's BS (when she's not calling out his own BS, that is)*.

Leshana meanwhile, was always the type to befriend weird loners at college so upon seeing this prickly hissing wet cat of a man would initially approach him to make him feel welcome in this hostage situation friend circle, and when he approached her for sex, decided that since she could die tomorrow why not? She fell first but was just as surprised as Astarion was when she also caught feelings for him.

Breakdowns of these points under the cut.

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Leshana the character

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(Extroverted vs Introverted) As mentioned above, Leshana always made an attempt to befriend the friendless at college, and honestly I guess any Tav has to be a little extroverted to communicate with any of the party. Astarion's extrovertism is mostly performative.

(Agreeable vs Argumentative) Leshana isn't afraid to call out someone when she see's bullshit, but otherwise does her best to keep an open mind to many things, asking Shadowheart or Lae'zel questions about Shar and Vlakith or taking part in the Lovitar's Pain Ritual , it comes in part of constantly molding herself to be what people expected her to be growing up. Honestly Astarion's a good influence on her in this reguards in getting her to be a little more selfish and less agreeable at times.

(Sensitive vs Hardened) Putting Leshana that far in sensitive is probably a bit mean, but most of me sharing screenshots of her amongst friends is pointing out how 90% of the time she looks like she's moments away from crying because someone was mean to her. Astarion, however, is rather numb to some of these things.

(Tactful vs Blunt) A bard with a level 1 Charisma Score of 17, Leshana is a people person used to manuvering her way through any social situation she finds herself in. Astarion likes to think he's just as charming and tactful as her, but oftentimes falls short and is just as fast to simply call an idiot and idiot when needed.

(Overprotective vs Chill) Leshana has had this entire party for two months or so but is already out for blood on everyone who made their backstories tragic, Cazador being top of that list. Astarion finds himself not entirely lying when trying to convince her that him Ascending would work in him protecting her, too.

(Secretive vs Outspoken) Astarion always voicing how much of a pain everything is, Leshana keeps a lot of her own troubles bottled up inside until she dies.

(Formal vs Casual) Leshana's Noble upbringing means that she's still trying to unlcench her pearls in some situations, again, Astarion's influence is helping her loosen up a little.

(Gifts vs Favours) Leshana wouldn't be doing half of these side quests for the party if their love language wasn't acts of service just a little bit, but also, Leshana is loaded and once she can get to her family estate and bank account the party won't want for anything ever again. Astarion however, has spent 200 years with nothing so all he knows to give is himself and favours. He's going to enjoy being spoilt rotten.

(Music) Leshana is a bard, so being able to draw an audience and let everyone hear what she's doing--or hearing a good performance on it's own--is what she's looking for. Astarion feels like the type who enjoys a nice quiet ambient music.

(Brawls vs Brains) A lot of Astarion's initial approval points for Leshana was her ability to talk her way into or out of situations and avoid unessicary conflict. He might not be as slick or as smooth as Leshana, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate her brain.

(Reserved vs PDA) Leshana is a cutesy bubbly girl who just wants to smooch and cuddle her boyfriend but also respects that he'd appreciate her asking first. Outsider's looking in might think it's a case of her being a lot more into him than he is, but in truth with Astarion it's the little things he does that mean the world to both of them.

(Submissive vs Dominant) IDK what to put here, this is just my own vibes of Leshana having no idea what she's doing so let's her partner take the lead in tandem with Astarion allowing himself take control of his sexuality. IDK man.

(Cute vs Hot) Leshana is the cutest woman in the upper city, Astarion is the hottest man in Baldur's Gate. Whatever Dhampir hellspawn they might have will cause riots in the streets just by batting their eyelashes.

(Kinky vs Vanilla) For a bard, Leshana was basically a virgin when Astarion first propositions her**, and when talkign to the Madam at the brothel, get's visably flustered enough to get teased for blushing by her. Astarion is figuring out just what he likes in the bedroom moving forward.

*Amazing that my babygirl consistantly rolled good insight checks on party members but always failed to notice traps. She'd be dead without Astarion pulling her by the cape out of wayward mines and tripwires.

** Does Head and hand stuff in college count as sex?

#oc #Leshana Tavaris #Astarion #baldurs gate 3 #Tav #my tav #OTP #dnd #bard #college of lore #half elf #bg 3

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roxannarambles · 1 year

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Nemona is the best rival in the entire franchise (other than perhaps Lord N), allow me to gush for a bit . . .

Her raw enthusiasum and sincere, joyful obsession/hyperfixation on pokemon battling is just so wonderful. I love her energy, and I love how infectious her excitement is, and I love how she rocks up and takes one look at us and is like ‘I like you already, I can already tell you’re Good People and you are my new best friend’ and she honestly means it. It feels like the extrovert taking the shy introvert under her wing, which is damn wonderful when you’ve been lonely and friendless for a long time. She’s bubbly and she’s smart and she’s poised, and she somehow takes something that I am bored with (the same old gym battles we’ve been doing since we were six) and breathes new life into it.

And she has plenty of flaws too, her character has depth to it (just like the other two main characters), which I also appreciate so much. The main 3 play off each other very well

I feel like Nemona finally achives what Gamefreak has been trying to accomplish with a friendly rival character for ages

And the way her story with the player develops and concludes!! The way she so desperately wants someone she can go all-out against, the way she genuinely believes in us and helps us grow, sometimes throwing stuff at us that’s a little bit unfair but she does it ‘cause she thinks we can handle it, pushing us just a bit past our comfort zone, but also pulling her punches other times, understanding that it’s a balance....

but maybe even more importantly, NOT being into pokemon battling just for power or just ‘to be stronger’ like so many other characters but instead being into it because. it’s fun. it’s fun. not some fake-ass afterschool special “oh it doesnt matter who wins or loses as long as everyone has fun,” but just wanting a genuinely GOOD battle, is all. wanting to win yes but also just enjoying the thrill of a close match, appreciating something that’s well-played by both parties. like, I’m pretty sure this is something the franchise has tried to express TONS of times before but this is the first time I’ve felt like they’ve actually nailed it.

and we start with nemona choosing the starter that’s weak to our starter because that’s what she does, she holds back because she wants to give people the chance to learn and grow, she wants to share the love of battling with others, and then by the end of it, when she finally fights you in the last battle without pulling any punches, and how estatic she is by the end of it, it’s so cute and it’s so great

immaculate vibes

#pokemon #pokemon s/v #nemona #also for the record I love arven too #but nemona and koraidon are my favorties #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #mild spoilers #pokemon gen9

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krisingtons · 2 years

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K I’d assume you get a lot of prompts (sorry if this is rude) but idea… AM is an extrovert. Izuku is an introvert. Introverts unwind with quiet with small groups of people they trust, while extroverts are energized by large groups. After a stressful day/week, all Izuku wants to do is watch a movie with AM but AM (trying to be helpful) tells Izuku to hang out with 1A, not knowing that this exhausts Izuku. This happens too many times and miscommunication cause Izuku thinks AM is upset.

Not rude at all, Anon! I always accept prompts, although I make no promises about writing them. I admit I almost passed this one over because it hit a little too close to home, but it intrigued me, so I've hung on to it.

I'm not sure the result is quite what you had in mind, but here you go!

Being Alone

Toshinori Yagi spent many years alone.

His sense of loneliness wasn’t simply confined to the six years since his injury. He spent years and years never being able to fully form relationships with others due to the nature of his work.

Still, the work itself offered him plenty of chances to connect with others. He didn’t simply love heroics out of a desire to serve the people. He loved the opportunity it gave him to meet others, to hear about their lives, and to engage with the public as a whole. Plus, although he wouldn’t admit it to Aizawa anytime soon, he actually enjoyed the media appearances.

In other words, the crowds always helped stave off the loneliness.

So when he met young Midoriya and realized just how lonely and friendless the poor boy had been, Toshinori was thrilled when he made such good friends at UA.

Class 1-A was a good bunch. Midoriya deserved to be around many good kids as often as he wanted, and when the dorm system was implemented, it gave him even more opportunities to spend time with his classmates. It was exactly what Toshinori loved, exactly what he wanted for himself and in turn, what he wanted for Midoriya.

But as the weeks went on in the dorms, Toshinori grew worried. Izuku seemed less interested in hanging out with his friends, especially after a long week. He’d retreat to his room, sometimes not coming out for anything other than meals and weekend training, not even to study with his friends.

He seemed fine otherwise. He still did well in his classes, hung out with his friends during the school day, but during free time, it’s like a switch would flip where Izuku isolated himself more and more.

It all comes to a head the weekend after the UA Festival.

Toshinori, after his near heart attack where he couldn’t reach Izuku for almost an hour, had been glad to see Izuku have so much fun with Class 1-A, along with young Eri and young Togata, during the festival. It was nice to have all the students get a chance to just have fun and be kids, and the excitement of their performance was thrilling even to Toshinori, who had simply enjoyed it from the sidelines.

But in the days afterwards, it seemed to Toshinori like Izuku wanted nothing to do with anyone anymore. Well, anyone other than him. Izuku had lunch with him almost every day that week, largely in a comfortable silence. And while Toshinori enjoyed it, he felt immensely guilty for doing so.

So on Friday, when Izuku speaks up for what feels like the first time all week, Toshinori finds himself with a bit of an agenda.

“Hey All Might?”

Toshinori nearly knocks over his tea from how quickly he drops his pen and stops his paperwork, so cautiously thrilled to hear the boy start a conversation.

“Yes, young Midoriya?”

“I was wondering… would you, um… would you want to watch a movie with me this weekend?”

They’ve watched movies together a few times before at this point, either in the common room or at Toshinori’s apartment, so it’s not a totally strange request.

“Sure, kid. How about we watch in the common room so your friends can join us?”

Izuku frowns and looks down at his sandwich, which causes Toshinori to frown, too, keeping his eyes on Izuku.

“Actually, I was hoping we could watch at your place where it’s quieter. If you don’t mind?”

Without thinking about it, Toshinori starts clicking his pen with his thumb over and over again. In the otherwise silent room, the click of the pen is like a ticking clock, counting down each excruciating second of the silence in this exchange.

“Sorry, forget I asked,” Izuku eventually mumbles, packing up the rest of his sandwich. He goes to stand when Toshinori stops him with his free hand.

“Hey, hey, don’t be sorry,” he says, encouraging Izuku to sit back down. “I would love to have you over for a movie. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Well, wouldn’t you rather hang out with your friends instead of just you and me?” Izuku’s frown grows deeper.

“No,” he says simply.

“Are you not getting along with 1-A?” Toshinori hadn’t considered this possibility until now, but it makes a lot of sense when he says it. Concern starts to grow in his chest that Izuku quickly dispels.

“Of course we’re getting along, everything’s great,” he says. “Why do you think we’re not?”

“Well, because at the end of a long week, if I were you, I’d want to hang out with all my friends or go out and do things. But you don’t seem to want to be with your friends or anyone other than me, so…” Izuku fidgets with his fingers.

“Well, I guess if you think I should…” he says quietly. Toshinori can tell that’s not really what he wants, but he still doesn’t really understand why.

“Kid, it’s not about whether or not I think you should, I’m just worried about you that you don’t want to. You deserve to unwind, you know.” With that, Izuku’s expression shifts from sad to confused.

“Isn’t a movie just the two of us a great way to unwind, though?”

Toshinori thinks about this for a moment. It’s not normally what he would think to do to unwind, but now that Izuku asks that, he has to admit that there is something really enjoyable about the nights that they’ve watched movies by themselves.

“All Might,” Izuku continues, “I appreciate that you’re worried about me, I really do. But I spend a lot of time with my classmates. All the time it feels like, and sometimes I just need to get away from them, you know?”

Toshinori doesn’t know, but as long as it makes sense to Izuku, he supposes that works.

“If that’s true,” he asks cautiously, “then wouldn’t you also want some time to get away from me?” Izuku bites his lip, then takes in a deep breath.

“I like being alone,” Izuku says, “but when I spend time with you… I don’t know, it’s just as good as being alone, or even better sometimes. I know that doesn’t make sense, but… but it’s the truth.” Izuku starts fidgeting with his fingers again. “Is that okay?” Toshinori grins.

“Is it okay that you’re being a little fanboy again?”

“No, no! That’s not what I mean!” Izuku says quickly.

“Kid, I was just teasing—”

“I know, but it’s not that.” They both fall quiet for a moment when Izuku explains further.

“I get why you would say that, even as a joke, I do. But it’s not like that. I do enjoy getting to spend time with you as All Might, I do. But when I say spending time with you is just as good as being alone, I don’t mean you as All Might, I mean you as… you.”

Something about that touches Toshinori so deeply in that moment. And although he still doesn’t fully understand why Izuku would rather spend time with him or alone over his friends, he finds himself honored to be given preference.

“Alright, you win,” Toshinori says with a smile. “A movie at my place this weekend.” Izuku nods and stands to clean up when Toshinori adds, “and Midoriya?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s a standing invitation. I might not get your preference for being alone, but if hanging out with me helps with that feeling, then I’m always there for you. Okay, kiddo?” Izuku gives him a soft smile.

“Thanks, All Might.”

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