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astoldbychae · 9 months

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Messiah "Dino" Villareal (Adult, 30-somethingish Grown Ass Man)

Yup, you most certainly read that correctly...Meet Jacques Villareal's eldest son. During one of Jacques' business ventures in Selvadorada 30-something years ago, he met a Selvadoradian young woman by the name of Maríelle. She was beautiful, intelligent, witty, charismatic, and she didn't shy away from his life of crime; a combination that made Jacques weak in the knees. Their connection was magnetic. Although he was currently married to his first wife, things were moving fast between the two & he couldn't let Marielle slip away. She began to assist Jacques as a runner for his "business"...until she became pregnant with Dino.

Not wanting to be apart from one another, Jacques moved his secret family back to Windenburg, literally 15 minutes away from the house he shared with his first wife. Enrolling Dino in the most prestigious private daycare. Everything was going great...until it was time for Dino to enroll in Preschool, Maríelle had found out about Jacques' marriage and arguments ensued. After failing to convince him to leave his wife, she broke the golden rule (don't get high off your own supply)...and became addicted to the powder. Honestly, she was using here-and-there beforehand but nothing too heavily, it worsened when she couldn't convince him to leave his wife.

At that point life took a turn for the worse. Jacques disowned them and left Maríelle to raise their child on her own. Addiction and all. Growing up Dino was a problem child, he stayed in trouble. Which essentially led to him getting involved with the wrong crowd & landed him in prison at the age of 19. After serving his [redacted] year sentence, he was released on good behavior. After his release he moved to Del Sol Valley and attempted to settle down with his on-again-off-again girlfriend (Chana) and they had a daughter together. Things were looking up for these two, he managed to open a few clubs and even proposed to his girl. She said yes! They were engaged for 6 months...until she broke off the engagement. She found out that he fathered another child with Prue (one of the girls at his club)...Honey, I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree...

However, one thing that he gets right is being an active/present father. He has two daughters; Amiri (child) and Carina (infant) and two Rottie's (Dinero and Mija). Although he's got a lot on his plate, He's also got his eye on a special someone at the club...I- 😑

Born/Raised: Selvadorada/Windenburg

Aspiration: Villainous Valentine

Ambition(s): Own a Club or Lounge in every major city across Simerica

Traits: Erratic, Romantic, Jealous

Lifestyle(s) in progress: Adrenaline Seeker

Degrees: Graduated from the School of Hard Knocks (IYKYK)

Occupation: Strip Club Owner (The Blue Velvet in Willow Creek, Onyx Del Sol Valley), Co-Owner of Bella's Lounge in Windenburg, Also currently in the process of opening a dispensary in Evergreen Harbor (with his brotha-from-anotha-motha, Knox Greenburg).

If you're wondering, Dino hasn't had contact with his father since he was about 4 (maybe 5ish) and he hasn't met any of Jacques' other children (since they weren't born until years after he was born). Dino is like 6 years older than Hugo, since Hugo's a Young Adult. As for his mother, unfortunately, she passed away while he was in prison. He makes sure to find his way back to Windenburg every year on Mother's Day and her Birthday, just to put fresh flowers on her grave.

📌 consider him a minorish character in angel's interlude

#astoldbychae #blacksimblr #blacksimmer #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #ts4photo #ts4machinima #ts4story #angels interlude #oc: messiah dino villareal

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floating-in-waves · 7 months

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Last nights adventure included drinks and appetizers followed by a random stop at a new dispensary. Apparently Missouri has recently transitioned to recreational state. I had no idea what to expect but as soon as we opened the door OMG the lovely scent. The dude who was the receptionist was like real life Cheech haha. When I was taken back into the shop, 20 year old me came out. I found myself saying "Omg what a gorgeous flower, may I smell" ahahaha. I was good and contained myself and only walked away with some edibles and lollis but Im thinkin I may just have to go back. My sales rep stated she could assure me that she could find my perfect high 🤣🤣🤣 to which I responded "I am high on life (slight pause) man"😂

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namira · 1 year

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Real talk I just hate going to the dispensary! Like I just want my gummies so I can kick back and enjoy life and lessen my insomnia issues and all that and every time I go in like I just want my gummies but they're always like 'Oh we just got some great flower in, it's called Midnight Electric Dream and we imported it from the nation of California!'

I know you probably make commission or something dude so I odn't have any beef but like I just want my regular gummies. I can't keep up with all these hoity toity strains and whatnot. Back in *my* day we just bought whatever skunky garbage our dealer had available and we were grateful!

It makes me feel like Joe Biden in that post about how in Scranton we smoke dirt we smoke ass none of that tutti-frutti Californian style bud

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traditional-with-a-twist · 1 year

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xlvi. Beauty and Her Beast

@bubblesthemonsterartist *crying* *with laughter* *but also just crying* you know them wayyy better than they do

<<Previous || first arc || second arc || third arc || AO3 || Next>>

Shirayuki rents a room above the apothecary in town.

It reminds her of her old room - the first place she stayed in Clarines before she thought of applying to become a royal apprentice.

The apothecary’s wife brings her breakfast in the morning, just like the kind lady had in Wistal.

The deep southern holdings are not so different from the capital city, even in this little town situated nowhere in particular.

...

It is not near the ports, yet some miles distant from the Haruka estate residence.

She is glad to have found work there, relieved to make herself useful with small tasks. She had offered herself only as an extra pair of hands, happy to exercise a broom or a dustrag, but the man has begun to assign her more technical work, as he observes her care and skill.

It began after she dusted the storage shelves for him, unconsciously rearranging items left out of place. Next he had asked her to boil nettles for him, then to peel roots.

Now she chops herbs and mixes poultices alongside him, according to his recipes.

If he suspects that this young woman with the bright eyes and hair bound up in a scarf has had prior training, he does not ask.

People are quieter here in the south.

...

Shirayuki rises with the sun and retires long after it has set.

She’s glad for the hard work, glad for a chance to help someone, glad that she can keep her hands busy and her mind full.

At night she is too tired to think, and she sleeps without dreaming.

...

One morning the apothecary’s wife knocks at the door of the dispensary.

Shirayuki is inside alone, refreshing the stock. Her master has left for the day, gone to make purchases at the market. He handed her the keys without hesitating, leaving the work to her own discretion.

She has been bent over the workbench for hours already, sifting, weighing, trimming, and sorting.

At the knock, she looks up with a smile.

...

The woman’s face is drawn, tense with nerves.

Shirayuki starts up from her chair, wondering what is amiss.

“A messenger for you, little miss,” her hostess says. “A…a royal messenger.”

...

Shirayuki stops thinking. She does not think of the letters, folded in a neat bundle upstairs with her few belongings.

She does not think of the replies she never wrote, the new address she never forwarded.

She only nods. “Thank you, I’ll come right away.”

...

Lifting her work-stained apron over her head, Shirayuki folds it neatly on the bench. She slips off her gloves and walks out, not thinking to worry about the smock she wears or the kerchief on her head.

In the foyer of the shop, a stranger waits.

White cloth drops down from a snug blue cap; the folds of his cape cross over the shoulders. A star-flower etched in gold seals his livery.

The royal messenger of Clarines snaps a salute.

“Lady Shirayuki!” he hails her.

The apothecary’s wife gasps, her eyes widening as their shop assistant curtseys in reply.

...

In Shirayuki’s mind’s eye, she sees the pages of her life turning.

She had flipped all the way back to the beginning, trying to start a new story, but here she is repeating the old one.

She looks into the messenger’s face and hopes she can say yes to whatever this one wants to ask her.

...

“A missive, my lady,” he says, extending a packet, “from Lord Haruka.”

Confusion sweeps her thoughts.

Of all the people who might have tracked her here, of everyone who might wish to know her whereabouts and re-establish communication, Lord Haruka is the last she would have expected.

After the many ways she has disappointed and frustrated him, including the greatest disappointment and frustration of all in her choice to marry his son, what could he want with her?

“Lord Haruka has sent a message to me?” she repeats, brow furrowed.

...

“Ah,” the messenger sees her mistake. “No, my lady, it is addressed to—to—”

He falters, searching for the appropriate address, and ends uncertainly: “--to Lord Haruka’s heir.”

“Oh.”

...

If Shirayuki had known more of the intricacies of the court’s delicate workings, she might have noted that Lord Haruka’s mission must have proved unsuccessful thus far — he had yet to establish Obi’s legal claim to the inheritance he had named him for.

Otherwise the conferral of all the associated rights and authorities, even while much of it remained in potentia, must surely have included some form of respectful address.

Obi’s father may have recognized his son, but Clarines still had yet to embrace him.

...

Shirayuki knew nothing of this, however. She only knew that she could not say yes to the messenger after all.

She looks at the outstretched paper, awaiting her reception, and then she folds her hands.

“I’m sorry,” Shirayuki says quietly, “but Obi isn’t here.”

...

The messenger bowed. “Indeed, my lady, his lordship is aware that, ah, the—Obi, that he has left Clarines.”

Shirayuki’s head jerked up. “Left Clarines? But where has he gone?”

The messenger coughs, further discomfited. “His whereabouts are not, ah, known, my lady, that is to his lordship, though—”

She gazes at him, unaware of the embarrassment she has brought on herself in giving evidence of their separation.

“My orders are to inform his next of kin,” the messenger hastened to conclude. He was anxious now only to take his leave.

...

His discomfort registers with Shirayuki at last. She colors and offers him an apologetic smile. “Oh! That’s all right, then.”

She accepts the envelope with both hands and dips another curtsey.

“Sorry for the trouble — I’ll keep it safe,” she promises.

...

The paper weighs in her hands. She doesn’t know what will become of it, or how it will ever find its way to its intended recipient, but now is not the time to decide.

Her eyes move from the window, where frost decorates the sill, to the messenger’s hands. She wonders if his fingers are red and chapped inside his gloves.

“Won’t you drink something hot before you go?” she asks him.

...

When he has gone, Shirayuki returns to her work.

The apothecary’s wife makes a noise of protest as Shirayuki slips the apron over her head, perhaps feeling that her guest has revealed herself as deserving of less workmanlike attire, but Shirayuki only smiles abstractedly.

After wringing her hands in indecision for a moment, the woman gives it up and retires. She’ll put it to her husband’s judgment when he gets back in the morning.

It isn’t in her nature to ask questions.

...

Alone again, Shirayuki sits at the workbench. She begins pinching and clipping, folding and stacking, a distant look in her eye.

...

That night in her room, Shirayuki takes the letter from her apron pocket and holds it under the lamp to examine it.

There is no address, only the Haruka seal.

“Left Clarines,” she repeats softly to herself.

...

She could not bring herself to leave, any more than she could return to Wistal, but she can understand why Obi wouldn’t stay.

Where will he go now — south to Tanbarun? North past Laxdo? East to lands she has never seen, cannot even imagine in their variety?

He drifts from her, a distant figure in a shadowy landscape.

...

Bowing her head over the letter, Shirayuki whispers, “I hope you will be happier there.”

......

A/N: the letters in her room are from this chapter. I realize it's been, erm, a while since then.

#Akagami no Shirayukihime #obiyuki #Beauty and Her Beast #PurePassion #so it begins

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trinidaddy888 · 1 year

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You Wanna Smoke? (Chapter 6)

Chase runs out of weed and must go to the human world to get more. How will they manage? And who will they be smoking weed with? Find out in this self-indulgent fic about my Obey Me blunt rotation.

Characters: MC, Mammon, Lucifer, Thirteen, Diavolo, Asmodeus, Simeon, Beelzebub, Solomon

Genre: Slice of Life

Tags: Marijuana, Recreational Drug use, No romance just bros being bros, No Spoilers

A/n: I had a blunt rotation list for Obey Me characters that I’d like to smoke weed with and I decided to make it into a story. The full story is already posted to AO3 but I wanted to keep a writing tumblr for all my stories. The previous chapter had art but I got lazy from this point on and stopped drawing lol.

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Heaven. I came from Hell straight into Heaven. They had everything .

Wall to wall was stocked with cannabis paraphernalia. From bongs to pipes to rolling papers. From herb to carts. From inhalables to edibles. Everything was beyond what I could think of. It was as if I was a toddler in a candy store.

“Damn Chase,” said Mammon looking at me with amusement, “I’ve never seen ya grin this much.”

I nudged him. “If you were a stoner, you’d understand.”

I glanced at Thirteen and Diavolo. Their eyes shone with excitement.

She leaned over and whispered, “Usually I think human world weed is mid but this collection is impressive. What are you getting first, Chase?”

The first thing I noticed was the bongs behind the counters. There was one shaped like a skull and bones that warmed my little goth heart.

I pointed at it, “That.”

We spent about an hour looking at what Emanate Herbals had in stock. I bought indica and hybrid flower, carts, and that beautiful bong that had my name on it. I also got some skull patterned rolling papers for me and Thirteen.

Thirteen bought as much flower as the dispensary would allow and enough patterned rolling papers to match. She even managed to find a pipe shaped like a Grim Reaper holding a scythe.

Diavolo bought distillate and hash to make edibles and a new vape battery with carts.

Mammon didn’t buy anything, mostly because he was not a stoner and because I promised to use my stock to smoke him out. I wondered what type of person he would be while high.

“Alright, friends,” said Diavolo, “What next?”

“Pizza,” I said, “The perfect stoner party meal.”

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We got back to Devildom by noon. With Diavolo’s help, we managed to smuggle our contraband into our respective rooms, save for some flower, rolling papers and my bong. That was for Mammon’s room. We also successfully snuck a cheese pizza into Mammon’s room without attention from Beel. He must have still been at Hell’s Kitchen.

“Okay,” said Mammon shutting the door behind him and taking a seat, “What’re we doing first?”

I placed the pizza pie on the coffee table next to my bong. “That’s up to you, Mammon. It’s your first time. What do you want to try?”

He pointed at my bong. “That looks interesting. I think that?”

I grinned at him and looked at Diavolo and Thirteen. They nodded.

I poured some water into the bong and packed the bowl with weed I ground on the car ride back to the portal.

“Observe,” I said to Mammon.

He watched as I placed the opening of the bong to my mouth. I held the flame of my lighter to the bowl and sucked until there was a cherry to the herb. I placed my hand over the mouthpiece and waited for smoke to fill the chamber. Mammon was mesmerized by the tendrils of smoke that danced into the chasm as it went from whisps to a milky fluid smog.

“All you gotta do,” I said carefully holding it out to him, “s make sure your mouth is inside the rim of the opening creating a seal and inhale. Don’t let the smoke out. When you’re done, cover the opening and pass it to a friend”

He glanced wearily at the bong, “Do I have to inhale all of that?”

“Yes,” said Thirteen, Diavolo, and I simultaneously.

He sighed and with a shrug, he took it and inhaled. Obediently, he took in all the milky smoke. He covered the mouthpiece with a hand as he held it in and exhaled coughing as if he was about to hack up a lung.

“Easy, there,” Diavolo said, “Don’t hold it in that much next time.”

“How the heck was I supposed to know?” Mammon said through coughs.

I patted him on the shoulder, smiling. “I’m so proud of you.”

Mammon blushed and smiled. As he passed the bong to Diavolo, my D.D.D. vibrated. I got a text from Lucifer.

“I heard you went to the Human world,” he wrote, “I offered you the chance to go with me but now I see that you didn’t want to go because it was with me. If that was the case, you could have been honest. I guess I was mistaken in thinking that we were becoming close.”

Fuck. I hurt Lucifer. And I couldn’t tell him why I hurt him.

“Sorry,” I responded, “I promise you, that was not the reason why I said no. Give me a chance to explain.”

I saw the tiny “Read at 13:45 ” text under my message and sighed. How was I going to save my friendship with him?

“Hello?” Thirteen called out to me, while exhaling a cloud of smoke, “I’m passing it to you.”

“Sorry,” I said, taking the bong. I placed the rim to my lips.

Well, I thought, That is Future Chase’s problem .

And I took the biggest hit I could.

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As the hour went by, we passed the bong amongst ourselves until the cherry ran into ash. I let Mammon only do two bong rips, for his own good. Thirteen, however, opted to roll a J for herself when we were finished with the bong.

We put on The Tale of the Seven Lords movie and everything about the movie was more hilarious than I remembered. Levi would be enraged at our laughter if he were there. He might have even called. it sacrilegious.

Mammon, Thirteen and I managed to get one slice of pizza while Diavolo devoured the rest. It was as if stoned Diavolo shared Beel’s bottomless stomach. I was amused.

Thirteen finished her joint by adding a filter, then said, “There’s human weed in this, if you guys want some more.”

“I’m waiting for this high to settle a bit,” I said after sipping some water. “Give me like thirty minutes.”

She smirked. “Who said this J will still be here in thirty minutes?”

She inhaled as she lit it, sparking a cherry. The whites of her eyes remained white. Not a speck of red in sight. I was impressed. She was a marijuana demon. Er, Reaper. Whatever.

“Can I ask, why you do weed?” I asked Diavolo.

“Well,” said Diavolo, sitting up, “There is a lot of pressure on me as the Prince of Devildom. I’m supposed to lead a good example to all my citizens and students. I’m never supposed to falter or mess up as a prince. Weed helps me relax from that stress.”

“Damn,” I said, relating to what he said, a little bit. “What about you, Thirteen?”

She shrugged. “It’s just fun. That’s it.”

We nodded, agreeing with her. I looked over to Mammon. He was silently staring at The Tale of the Seven Lords movie as if he was peering into a portal to another world.

“You good, fam?” I asked.

He grinned from ear to ear, chuckling. He was reclined on the couch next to me, his eye blood red and half open. He leaned on me.

“I’m good, good. Good. Good ,” he said, drawing out the last word. He saluted me and giggled.

God, he was so cute when he was stoned. I put my arm around his shoulder. He put his arm around my waist, pulled me closer and leaned on my shoulder.

“Glad, that you’re having fun,” I said, grinning.

I felt so chill in that moment. The guilt of hurting Lucifer’s feelings melted away. It would be back when I sobered up. But at the time, I was enjoying myself. I even learned what type of person my friends were when high. Diavolo was more jovial than he usually was with the ability to eat nearly as much as Beel. Thirteen was the silent type, with one the highest tolerances for weed I’d ever seen. And Mammon was the giggly, spacing-out and cuddly type.

“Damn,” said Diavolo inspecting the empty pizza box, “No more munchies? I guess I should get more. Does anyone need anything from the vending machine?”

“I’m good,” I said

“Same,” said Mammon and Thirteen.

He got up and went out the door. I got up and put in the DVD for the 2nd movie in the TSL lineup. As the opening credits rolled, I decided to dump the dirty bong water into Mammon’s sink and rinse it so I wouldn’t have to spend time doing that later.

I heard a knock at the door. Must have been Diavolo. I noticed his phone laying on the coffee table. Maybe he realized that he left his phone?

I picked up his phone and opened the door. Suddenly, my chill washed away and anxiety filled its place.

“Chase” said Lucifer, squinting and wrinkling his nose, “What is that smell?”

#obey me #obey me fanfiction #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me thirteen #obey me lucifier #obey me fandom #obey me fanfic #you wanna smoke?

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la-deee-da · 6 months

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So I have an interview with my favorite dispensary next week. I came in to buy some flower, and they were like, "Hey, do you want a job?"

Really fucking hoping I get it and that I can make it work with my disabilities/chronic illness.

Making just a little more money would help us get the hell out of this house and into our own place, maybe put having kids on the table.

I just want to move on to the next phase in my life.

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azelectriclettuce · 1 year

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Huxton GMO Cookies half gram pre-roll pack with matches - $20

GMO Cookies is GSC (Girl Scout Cookies) x Chemdawg - Indica, or Indica dominant hybrid.

I saw this product around other dispensaries in the area and the prices were affordable. I was skeptical because more affordable cannabis can be a crapshoot, it could have less flavor, maybe a little more harsh, who know. Not always, but sometimes. Some of my favorite grows are incredibly affordable, but I digress.

GMO is my unparalleled favorite strain but in the same way that two bean burritos from different spots are different, different grows can end up having entirely different experiences. Add to that pre-rolls are often just shake shoved into papers. Yum yum. However, Huxton boasts full and real flower in their rolls, so hell yeah, let’s go.

Right off the top, I noticed they were rolled well. They went all the way to the filter and were not floppy and understuffed. I opted to use the matches that came with the pack, because why not?! That’s kinda fun. So maybe this is weird but they were the best matches I’ve ever struck. I barely scraped it across the box and it popped to life. When I lit the roll that was it. It burned even and stayed lit. No canoe here.

The smoke was surprisingly light, and sweeter than I expected GMO typically gives me that sweet and gassy flavor. I got to about the last little quarter but my lungs started to tap out on me (I have hella tolerance but little baby trick-or-treat lungs) so I had to call it, and save it for later.

(p.s. I smoked the refry the next day and it was still solid.)

I was surprised and impressed with how quickly the high settled in. Gave me a little more energy than I was expecting and was clear headed much like other GMO strains I’ve had but as it tapered it kind of just wore off. It didn’t give me that ease down into a happy relaxed state. It was kind of a let down but since it was only 7 PM by the time it wore off I figured it wasn’t bad that I wasn’t couchlocked and ready for bed. It also made hockey even more interesting to watch.

So overall a decent preroll, save for a little harshness and a less than comprehensive experience. I probably wouldn’t buy it again in lieu of my preferred GMO grows which hit better and smokes smoother. I’d say if you’re in the market for an affordable smoke with a little fun novelty, it’s worth $20.

Check it out!

All photos by me.

#cannabis #weed #marijuana #pre roll #preroll #review #Huxton #gmo #gmo cookies #chemdawg #GSC #Girl Scout cookies #smoke #bong #pipe #cannabis culture

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