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nova-amor · 6 months

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༘☁︎⋆ ◜ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 ◞

simon wasn't sure how it had happened. how you had wiggled your way into his life.

for such a stern, closed off individual, he was surprised by how easily you had ensnared him into a trap, caging him in like he was the rabbit to your fox. he usually wasn’t one to give in so easily, at least until you came along.

you had basically cornered him the first night you two had met— the setting having been the annual military ball, the holidays just around the corner. he had showed up to the event by the request of his team, dressed to his finest in his issued mess dress and signature black surgical mask, the event a little too formal for him to wear his skull mask. or, atleast that’s what price had said anyway.

he hadn't worn the dress uniform in years, his thickened muscles straining the jacket sleeves and pants. he felt like a monkey in a clownsuit, hating every second of his participation in such a meaningless event.

it was meant to be a base-wide bonding experience, an opportunity to mingle and network with all the other soldiers that worked on base. yet, no one really wanted to be around the special operations soldiers— especially not after last year’s fiasco where the men had gotten so piss drunk; some of them even had to write apology letters to the commander of the base and all the other attending officers.

he had spent the evening downing glasses of bourbon— the woodsy liquor burning his throat, washing his annoyance away with each long swig. he had been left alone at the table while the rest of the team partied away on the dance floor, acting as a pseudo watchdog for all the wives’ and girlfriends’ purses and phones. each song that went by meant that he was closer to leaving the event— closer to getting home, changing out of his damn mess dress, and drinking his night away with a handle of whiskey and a pack of smokes.

“drinkin’ all by yourself, handsome?” he almost snorted at the corny question, a smirk tugging at his lips, thankfully concealed by his mask. he couldn’t deny that you were beautiful, cleavage on full display with the way that you were leaning close into him.

he had seen you before, another soldier— a dog handler to be specific. his team had worked alongside you in training operations, and according to what he had heard through grapevine, you were freshly divorced.

the little devil on his shoulder whispered encouraging words into his ear, and with the way you were looking at him with those big beautiful eyes and scarlet red lips, he wasn’t going to deny you.

“s-simonn!!” your whines were high-pitched in his ear, almost pornographic. if it wasn’t for the way your cunt was clenching ruthlessly around his cock, he would have just left you high and dry. “faster, please— need more— ohmygod!”

simon rolled his eyes, his hips rutting against your ass with each deep, unforgiving thrust. he couldn’t wrap his mind around how you two had ended up in the backseat of your sedan, his head and neck craning for comfort as you laid face down, ass up across the seats. the windows had fogged up, the loud slap of skin smacking against skin filling the air.

“would you shut the fuck up,” simon hissed, landing a harsh smack to your ass cheek. he almost laughed at the way your body jolted away from his touch, your greedy pussy clenching harder around him. “you’re gonna take what i fuckin’ give you— and you’re— gonna— fuckin’— like it—,”

your head bobbed along the cushions of the seat, a string of ‘yes, sir’s and his name filling the air. simon leaned over your hunched frame, encasing your entire body within his long torso and drool-worthy arms.

“fuck, love, g’na cum— where’d you want it?” simon groaned into your ear, his hot breath fanning over the cartilage. your head buzzed from the ecstasy, every fiber of your being having ascended to an astral plane.

“in me,” you whimpered, arching your back impossibly deeper. the walls of your cunt began to milk simon’s cock, body instinctively preparing itself for the massive load he was preparing to dump into you. “in me, si— need it, need it so fuckin’ much,”

“is that so, love? think you deserve my cum in you? huh? you think you deserve to be stuffed full with it?”

“yes! yesyesyes,” you were on the verge of crying. under any other circumstances you would have felt so humiliated, so embarrassed. and, even so, you were still so close. the peak of your orgasm drawing impossibly closer with each passing second. “simonn— g’na cum with you— so fuckin’ close— g’na cum all over ya cock—”

simon was cocky, more so than any other man you had ever interacted with. yet, no amount of alcohol could have prepared you for his next words.

“i don’t think so,” simon stated, retracting his cock from the depths of your cunt. without hesitation he spilled his load onto the globes of your ass— skin glistening with the semi-translucent body fluid under the peering street lights. “you’d need t’ prove it better next time, love.”

“if there’s a next time, that is.”

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cupids-archives · 2 months

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Can i ask valentine prompt "Cupid" with Lmk yandere Macaque with a darling that is in the main hero team??

˚ જ⁀➴ (1) cupid, : “everybody knew cupid had a sick sense of humor” . ｡･:*:･ﾟᰔ:

ᝰ.ᐟcontains, yandere and dark content. ೀ

ʚ♡ɞ˚: you’ve always had a strong sense of justice.

maybe getting it from your family, or from the people you surround yourself with. even when things go wrong and make you question yourself and others, you always will do what’s right.

that’s what led you to monkie kid, meeting him on one your adventures and immediately attaching yourself with him. you’ve always had good friends but he was different-brighter, you suppose, and his light attracted you. making you follow him around like a guard dog, though you knew he could protect himself, and throwing yourself in anything he got involved in. he didn’t seem to mind, and you liked having someone to attach too.

you were friends with the other people as well, definitely not attached as you were with mk, but still overwhelmingly friendly. willingly sticking your neck out for anyone who needed it.

“I really think you shouldn’t use so much power,” you worriedly said. noticing how tired he was becoming, the mental strain that he was having, and just knowing how he felt about becoming stronger wasn’t just affecting him, but you. and though that could be counted as selfish, you couldn’t lose your friend.

you noticed that he started to train with a strange figure, you considered asking the monkey about it but mk begged you not too, stating that he needed to get stronger to help everyone. you wanted to tell him that wasn’t his job but you couldn’t get to him in time. you found yourself waiting to talk to him after one of these sessions, and you finally met the guy who was hiding your best friend.

he resembled the monkey king but with darker features, you could taste the tension in the air as you face him. he just smiled at you, and something inside you grew a thousand times bigger. and if it wasn’t anger-it was rage.

you knew that this wasn’t going to go well. something told you that this was wrong.

especially when macaque started to take an interest in you.

you started to follow them around when you could, just to make sure. and of course he noticed even when mk didn’t.

“so, how’s the girl doing?” he would ask mk during training, and for some reason every time he saw him even after the smoke demon fight he would ask about you.

and unfortunately mk kept this from you. and then you started to get followed. you obviously didn’t think it was from macaque. after all you didn’t know his powers and this was way too obvious to be someone with powers like him.

but you were wrong, so very wrong.

like a sick joke, he wanted you to know he was following you. he wanted to be seen. to be acknowledged by you. he liked knowing he made you paranoid that he was around. that’s your nightmares were plagued by the image of him, the person who ruined your friend, someone who went against everything you stood for. that he was corrupting you without you even realizing. the fear of his shadows watching you while you were sleeping kept you at night. and he was happy.

he knew his feelings for you weren’t right, but neither was he so who cared, and after all he liked playing with you. his little hero corrupted by the poison she didn’t even know infected her.

he loved terrorizing the group, being able to see your scared and worried face, knowing that this is because of you, that he was hurting your friends because of you. you were becoming a shell of your former shelf. trying to do anything to save your friends. one of the only last things you can do to win this battle with your morals is give yourself to the sole thing that ruined them.

requests are encouraged !! valentine event.

#cupid 🪽 ៹ ࣪#₊˚♱ lego monkie kid ₊˚♱#₊˚♱ macaque ₊˚♱#lmk macaque #macuque x reader #monkie kid macaque #lego monkie kid #❦ valentines.

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slushrottweiler · 8 months

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Hold on tight

My little contribution to the @wayhavenficexchange for this year. My lovely giftee was @doulyeah, with a request for Mason and F!detective, including funny twilight references and banter. I hope you like what I've come up with. Your detective sounds so fun!

Mason was halfway out the window when he heard her heartbeat.

Well - honestly, he had been hearing it more and more recently. It was like a little part of his mind was always honed in on the steady thump thump thump of the detective’s pulse, his ears straining for the sound no matter the distance. He heard it so often that it had become a gentle background noise; a calming beat that seemed to blend into the jumble of sounds that Wayhaven had to offer.

Tonight, with the heavy sounds of wind through the forest trees and the mile wide circle of nocturnal wildlife cavorting around, her heartbeat was still a gentle echo that grew louder the closer to the roof he got. Mason cursed under his breath and considered whether he should just slip back into the building and find somewhere else to dull the pounding in his head. When had his rooftop perch become their meeting place? Now where the fuck was he supposed to go?

“Mason? Why are you hanging off the gutter like a spider monkey?”

“Spider what?” Mason snapped back, head popping over the roof edge to shoot the detective an indignant look.

Fuck, she looked good in the moon light.

All that soft beige skin; skin he knew shivered when he stood too close, or blushed russet when he murmured in her ear; it looked bronzed in the silver light. Far too much of it was visible for such cool weather, and goosebumps were clearly visible all the way from the sleeves of her tank top down her arms. Her legs swung down over the edge, bare feet kicking in the empty air. That heartbeat of hers picked up slightly as she met his gaze, and for a moment he forgot to be annoyed. But only for a moment.

“Is that another of your sparkle vamp tropes Sweetheart?” he asked, dropping down to sit shoulder to shoulder with her. When had he crossed the roof? He didn’t even remember choosing to sit down.

But the moment his shoulder brushed hers, a little of his headache faded. He supposed it was easier to focus on her, than on the racket of his senses. She took up a good amount of space, as far as distractions went.

The laugh she sent up into the sky held his attention far better than any of the forest noises. The flash of her grin seemed to defuse the bright moonlight, and his clothes didn’t feel so damn scratchy when he could feel the heat of her through it.

“Ah HA! You do remember!” She pointed her finger at him, and Mason caught her wrist on instinct.

“How could I not,” he grumbled, “those damn films are akin to torture. I cannot believe you convinced Felix that they were fun.”

“Because they are!”

“Nothing about watching a couple of blue tinted morons angst at each other could possibly be fun.”

“Admit it, you’re team Jacob and you’re just mad he didn’t get the girl.”

“I ain’t on the dog’s side!”

Again, her laughter bubbled out of her. Mason wasn’t used to making someone laugh this much. That must be why it made his chest tight. He had to acclimate to it. Yeah, that’s it.

Mason did not pout. But he did change the topic. “How did you know I was there?”

She shook her head at him with a smirk. “I could see the smoke.”

“Smoke?”

A faint orange glow reflected back at him from her dark eyes, and Mason remembered he had a lit cigarette between his lips. The burn of the nicotine, the acrid smell; he’d barely noticed it since he saw her. Without questioning it, Mason reached up and stubbed out the smoke beside him, flicking the butt off into the woods as he watched the shadows soften on the detective’s face now that only the moonlight lit her.

“Well aren’t you observant?”

“Yeah, not like that’s my job or anything.”

He shook his head. “Or maybe you just know this is my spot. “

“I mean, was I wrong?”

It was Mason’s turn to tease. “Aww,” he crooned, “did you miss me? Have a bad dream?”

He expected a glib comeback. Something sarcastic to get him all worked up. Instead, the detective snapped away from him, spine ramrod straight. She tore her gaze from his, and it stung behind his own eyes. A stiff breeze picked up, catching her dark curls and whipping them around her face. Pushing the scent of her toward him.

The salty tang of fear mixed with her usual scent and Mason froze. She sighed, shoving her hair back with a shaky hand.

Without the sharper shadows from his cigarette, he could clearly see the tired circles under the detective’s eyes. What he had thought were only goosebumps were actually a mild tremor. Holding her wrist, he could feel the warped texture of her scar, raised and tight. He stroked his thumb over it, and felt her pulse skitter under his touch. Maybe her heartbeat hadn’t picked up when he’d appeared. Maybe it had already been pounding. Maybe there was a reason she was out here in the freezing night air, still in her sleep clothes, alert to anything as small as a tendril of smoke.

“Hey” Mason started, but she cut him off.

“Wait Sweetheart-” But she was already pulling away, and the world was rushing back in. His clothes felt like sandpaper, the wind stung as it whipped at his face. Animals skitters, birds hollered. Somewhere downstairs, Nate and Adam were talking quietly in the study. His own heart was beating a tattoo behind his eyes. It matched her own.

“You’re right. I should go. This is your spot, I shouldn’t have come…”

Don’t go.

She froze and he yanked. The grip he had on her wrist tightened just enough to pull her closer, she fell more securely against him. Shoulders, hips, thighs, all aligned now. The world receded away as she whirled to look at him, shocked eyes wide. But she didn’t try to get up again.

Slowly, like he was trying not to startle her, Mason lifted her scarred wrist to his own lips and, whilst still holding her gaze, he pressed a soft kiss to the raised skin. He felt her tremble. Her heartbeat was the only thing he could hear, fluttering and erratic for a different reason now.

He should do something. Say something. Apologise.

Fuck it.

Mason curled his other arm around her and pulled her in tight. He felt it as her tensed muscles slowly relaxed, until she melted down. Her head dropped onto his shoulder and her other hand reached up to grip his shirt, tightly at first, then looser as she took in deep breaths. Normally, it was her who initiated their hugs. She, who wrapped him up in her arms.

He could hold on tight. Just for tonight.

“Just for tonight.” he murmured into the top of her head. A weak chuckle puffed out of her.

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven fic exchange 2k23 #mason x f!detective #fluffy #twc mason #twc detective #twc fic #gift exchange

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lilith-little-world · 1 year

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I can’t fucking believe the poll ended in a tie! A fucking tie! Now you’re going sit here and read the two choices mashed terribly together.

Also since this month is very important. I decided to post spoilers for the plot of the main story, The Isekai’d Oracle. Just snippets of future events that take place in the story. I just want to have fun this month before getting either bad or good news.

I Saw You Once In a Dream, Maybe|| Pt. 6

“Oh I don't know, my day was completely full. I'm just here for my free breakfast.” You said with a smile.

Monkey King didn't seem to take this in the best way. He tensed up only for his body to slump over the counter. Defeat was written across his face.

“Oh, really? Then again, we barely met, it was rude of me to ask.”

“Maybe but,” You lean into him and smirk. “I think I can make some room for the Great Sage himself.”

Monkey King's energy immediately zapped him back to life. His eyes shine brightly, as a more cheeky atmosphere comes off him.

“You’re too generous! I'm honored that you gave me some of your time.”

“Mk what am I seeing right now?” Tang asks.

“I honestly have no idea.” Mk states, hardly understand what's happening.

Pigsy huffs placing a bowl in front of Monkey King. He mutters under his breath angrily before heading off into the kitchen.

“Tell me Great Sage, what exactly brought you here today?” You asked.

“I'm just dropping off the kid since I didn't want him to head back home by himself.”

You glance at Mk, who seemed to be in good condition. This contradicts his earlier statement that he fell off a cliff.

“Is that so? That was generous of you, though he doesn't seem to be hurt in any way.” You state, trying to tear little holes in this facade.

Monkey King nervously scratches his head.

“Well, he's my successor for a reason. He heals at a faster rate than normal so when we got here, he was all good.” Monkey king takes a bite from his noodles. He's refusing to look at you now.

“Alright let's cut to the chase, shall we?” You faced forward and picked up some noodles with your chopsticks.

“Yes ma’am.”

“How long did it take for you to come up with this plan?”

“A week. How did you know?”

“Been plagued by a certain dream since the beginning of this year.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“We will when we head out. Let's go into more detail in a more private area.”

“In my defense, I really like you and I want to get to know you better.”

You drop the noodle in shock. Your cheeks heat up with your face turning a deep red. Quickly turned to see him, but he wasn't facing you. Instead, Monkey King was stuffing his face with noodles, but you can see his cheeks were a light shade of pink. Nothing came out of you but strained noise. You were utterly speechless. From your dreams, you knew he was very open with his feelings but this wasn't a dream. Yet he still said it without any hesitation.

“I would like to get to know you better too.” You said staring into your bowl.

“Really? After all of this.”

“I won't lie, this plan of yours was surprising but I wouldn't expect anything less from the pain in the ass Sun Wukong.”

“Hehe, sorry I just couldn't come up with anything else.”

“It's fine, this could be a fun story to tell someday.”

You both laugh, finally relaxing from the tense mood. However, for everyone else, it couldn't be said the same. They stare at the two of you in confusion and questioning themselves if they should jump in. Only to push it aside, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Alright let's go.” You said putting down some money on the counter.

“Wait already?”

“Yeah, I have some errands to do. What don't want to join?”

“Of course I do! I was just expecting more time to prepare.” Monkey King summons a puff of smoke. Covering him and disappearing instantly. He was wearing a hooded jacket with sunglasses.

“Okay, I'm ready.”

You hold back your amazement and head to the entrance.

“Bye everyone, see you guys tomorrow.” You wave at them cheerfully as they say their goodbyes.

“So where are we heading first?”

“Hm, I need to get groceries and pick something up from my parents’ place.”

“Meeting the parents already? If I knew you were this crazy about me, I would have tried this plan sooner.”

“We’re not dating yet.”

“Yet?” Monkey King gives you his widest smirk.

“You know what I mean!”

“Do I?”

You groan, hiding your red face behind your hands.

“If you behave, we can go do something fun.”

“What do you have in mind?”

#lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #sun wukong #monkey king #lmk reader #lmk y/n #lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #lmk sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x reader #monkey king x reader #lmk #lmk mk #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #interactive story

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psapphic95 · 1 year

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first of all I'm so happy you posted!! I've been constantly checking everyday like an obsessed weirdo. I was just wondering what emma is like under the influence of drugs like weed or coke. How does Regina act when they are together? Have the ever done it when emma is high and Regina is sober?

Hey! Haha I’m glad you enjoyed the latest chapter.

This is such an interesting question. I guess weed and coke are very different drugs that engender different reactions, right?

After she smokes weed, Emma is either just hungry, horny, or whiny - it depends on the strain she’s smoked. If she’s not emptying the fridge and cupboards, she’s on her knees making her Mommy c*m, or fussing about something to Regina. Regina, for the most part, doesn’t mind being ravaged every so often or having to deal with a quietly fussy girl who is clinging to her like a little monkey.

When Emma is high, on coke or weed, Regina hates to admit that she is so sexy and horny and beautiful. Like, in Regina’s ideal world, Emma wouldn’t take narcotics that could possibly harm her mental state or put her physical state at risk, but when she does take them, Regina can’t help but admire her beautiful girl.

Emma likes to take the lead when she is high. Maybe she’ll come home from a bar a little early, having snorted a few lines previously, and see Mommy on the couch, working or reading. Regina doesn’t really have a chance in those situations. Even if she wanted to say no, when Emma comes and takes her laptop or her book away, straddles her lap, and pouts out her lip.

“Mommy, I missed you.”

Regina is helpless to the invisible charm that her baby girl seems to have over her.

It’s not long before Mommy is forced to abandon her previous activities and gets led into the couple’s bedroom and undressed under the gaze of wide, overblown pupils. Emma practically salivates as she pulls Mommy’s clothes off of her, before depositing Regina on the bed and undressing herself.

The sight of Emma crawling on top of her, sliding her little cunt against her Mommy’s thigh, trying desperately to produce some wetness that it seems coc*ine always deprives her of. Regina will always take pity on her, either reaching for the lube in the side cabinet of her bed or dripping some spit onto her fingers to rub into her baby girl’s dry little kitten. As horny as she knows Emma is, she also knows that there isn’t much chance of her baby getting to orgasm whilst she’s so high on coke

Emma can’t keep still, so Regina knows that she won’t be doing any of the work. Mommy just has to lay there as Emma scampers off to grab the strap, put it on her, and ride her for hours. She watches Emma grind down on her cock, desperately chasing her climax that never seems to come because of the drugs that she has taken. After a while, when Emma realises that she can’t get all the way there, Regina has to stop her, having had at least three orgasms herself.

“Baby, it’s okay. Stop, let’s go to bed,” she coaxes gently, pulling Emma forward so she can take her cock out.

Close to frustrated tears, Emma wants to throw a tantrum but Mommy nips it in the bud.

“Shh,” she whispers, sliding from underneath Emma and guiding the girl onto the bed. “We can go again tomorrow, Mommy will get you there. You know you can’t right now.”

A moment of contemplative pause follows, before Emma pouts and quietly admits, “I know.”

Still, Regina will stay awake until Emma falls asleep. It could take 30 minutes, it could take three hours. Regina will go and get some water and some orange juice to give to her little one and stay until Emma eventually drifts off. Emma doesn’t do coke too often, just because Regina doesn’t let her and also she knows it disrupts Mommy’s sleeping schedules a little too much.

#ask response #drugs cw #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #mommysbaby #mommy k!nk #swan queen #ouat fanfiction

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ridiasfangirlings · 2 years

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*strain that gives you the temporary ability to turn all weapons into flowers the minute you have romantic/sexual intentions towards each other * meets Sarumi (thanks for the idea hibi)

Imagine this like post-betrayal and Fushimi trying to deny he has any feelings towards Yata except hatred but also now every time they try to fight their weapons turn into flowers for…mysterious reasons. Oh wait maybe this only turns your own weapons to flowers and then Yata gets hit too and now they both can be in denial XD Like Fushimi gets hit by the flower Strain and initially everyone thinks well this isn’t too bad, the power only works when you have romantic feelings towards someone and clearly that won’t affect Fushimi at all. The squad are worried that Fushimi might have some kind of negative side effects but Fushimi mutters that he’s fine, the power didn’t do anything to him and he’s going on solo patrol now.

As he’s patrolling he spots the Strain and gives chase, except then as he turns a corner he almost runs into Yata. Naturally all thoughts of defeating the Strain immediately go right out of his head and he grins all ‘Misaki.’ Yata glares and asks what Fushimi’s doing in Homra’s territory and Fushimi mocks him, like unlike you punks S4 has jurisdiction wherever we choose. Yata’s all don’t test me monkey and Fushimi gets the widest smile as he’s like you’ll have to stop me then, reaching for his sword all ‘Fushimi, emergency draw.’

He pulls out his sword and immediately there’s like a puff of smoke and suddenly he’s holding a rose bouquet and there are flower petals flying everywhere, Yata’s just staring flatly like dude WTF. Fushimi clicks his tongue and scowls, telling Yata not to look away from him as he tosses the flowers aside and pulls out a few knives, throwing them. Yata moves to block, only to realize that Fushimi just tossed a few roses at him. Fushimi glares and tries to throw a few more, Yata is showered with flower petals.

Yata has no idea what’s going on here but it’s kinda funny, Fushimi is clearly annoyed and Yata picks up a flower all wow what a dangerous weapon Saruhiko. Fushimi grimaces and says he doesn’t need weapons to fight Yata, Yata shoulders his bat all oh you think so. That’s when the Strain leaps out of hiding and slaps Yata on the back, Yata turns like who the hell was that. Fushimi tries to throw a knife at the Strain but they’ve already run off and the knife just hits the street, clearly not changing into a flower. Yata shrugs and is like well whatever let’s do this, swinging his bat towards Fushimi and then bringing it down as a beautiful floral bouquet. Yata almost falls over like ‘huh?’ and Fushimi gets a faceful of flowers.

Yata’s like what’s going on and Fushimi clicks his tongue all it’s a Strain you idiot. Yata doesn’t get it, like wait it turns weapons into flowers. Fushimi says obviously and Yata’s like wait but the knife you threw to the Strain didn’t transform. Fushimi’s like ‘the power only works…’ and then he cuts off, clicking his tongue again with a disgusted look as he shrugs and says the power must have waned off him. He doesn’t have time to play flower crowns with Misaki though so he’s leaving now, Yata’s like hey wait you can’t just walk off. Fushimi waves an arm like of course I can, Yata tries to grab him to stop him and imagine a knife falls out of Fushimi’s sleeve. The knife turns into a small forget-me-not that lands in Yata’s hands. Fushimi though just keeps walking away leaving Yata standing there with the flower in his hands wondering what he just missed, that Fushimi is still clearly being affected by the power but why did it only work when he faced Yata.

Later Yata goes back to the bar and tells Kusanagi about this, Kusanagi mentions he heard about a Strain who makes your weapons turn to flowers when you face someone who you have strong feelings for. Yata’s like what kind of feelings, like I guess this is because Saruhiko hates me so much. Kusanagi looks thoughtful as he says the intel didn’t say what kind of feelings and Yata gives this desperate little disbelieving laugh like yeah that must be it, it must be because we’re enemies. Kusanagi wonders if Yata really believes that and Yata’s like yeah of course (but he keeps the forget-me-not and puts it in water, and sometimes he looks at it and wonders).

#sarumi #Talking K #maybe the flower lives a long time too bc it's like a Strain created flower #technically it should be a knife #also imagine them running into each other a few times while the power is still in effect #beating each other with flowers XD #Fushimi can throw roses like he's Tuxedo Mask

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yen-doodles · 2 years

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Fourth part to: "I'm so glad that I woke up"

Mentions: death and corpses

Word count: 4034

A Shattered Moon & A Blacked Out Sun

Air was still. Sky clear, the moon placed high and blocked by clouds.

Things were quiet, not many sounds to be heard except the occasional bristling of leaves.

The surrounding area being covered in trees and foliage, though one tree stood out from the others. It was apart from the rest, rooted in the center of the small valley, shorter with thick sturdy breaches made perfect for climbing and would have fruit come spring.

On the trunk of the tree sat a carving, a simple one, a small crescent moon that was clearly done by an untrained hand. The carving was jagged, the moon being more so stark lines connecting together to form a shape rather than an actual moon.

A carving done quickly, but full of purpose nonetheless.

The ground directly under it looked as though it had been disturbed by something, or someone, and put back together. Flowers with wilting petals placed gingerly near the trunk.

Showing some of the purpose of the carving.

Blue mist appeared, coming from behind a hill and creeping forward slowly; slinking around the tree and pooling above the disturbed dirt. The sound of pleased laughter and the crackling of bones breaking coming from it.

'Oh how wonderful' echoed a voice from the mist, sounding wispy and chilling to the ears. Being both far away and close by.

The blue mist swirled as it managed to shift some of dirt away, revealing the face of a demon monkey.

Black fur fluffed around their face, a few strains being out of place and sticking to the monkey's skin. The demon seemed almost doll-like in their current state, with smooth skin that hadn't begun to decay and long dark lashes along the closed lids. If not for the hideous cut that stretched down one of their eyes and through to their cheek, the monkey could be mistaken for being asleep; if not for being underground that is.

‘And what's this?' The mist mused, circling around the demon's head to further inspect what they saw 'six ears? How interesting~' it admired as more bone cracking accompanied the ominous voice. 'I hadn't suspected I'd stumble across this, I wonder how powerful those ears really are' the mixture of a child's and a woman's laughter ringing out eerily after the words.

(And, if someone had been watching from afar, they would catching the flickering of a skull and bones within the blue mist.. of pupilless eyes and a sickening grin..)

'You will be of much used to me little monkey~'

It chipped more of the dirt away until the demon monkey's body had been fully uncovered. The mist swirling up out of the grave once the work was done.

It circled around the unearthed demon corpse, a sigil the same colour as it slowly being formed on the ground where the monkey laid. 'The only thing now is to breath new life into you, little monkey, and then you may set off to your destiny ' it remarked joyfully.

As the glowing sigil lines are being marked into the ground, the colour draining from the grass where they're placed, the clouds in the sky part to reveal the moon; full and shining brightly. Glowing moonlight showering over the spot.

A figure soon appeared, gliding down the light gracefully as though it were stairs.

The figure landed in front of the opened grave, causing the mist to pause before puffing up in what could be taken as anger. The figure lifted an arm, revealing long flowing sleeves, and swatted the blue smoke away much like a farmer would a fox. The half finished sigil disappearing along with the blue mist.

"Shoo shoo!" They said, their voice elegant and feminine.

The godly figure pointed towards the jagged carving chiseled into the bark, "see that? This slumbering demon is mine" the god's voice was gentler than that of the bodyless as they sounded nearly smug with their claim.

When nothing further came of the mist, the god observed the "slumbering demon" as they had chosen to call the deceased. They hummed softly, sounding almost disappointed. How were they meant to talk to the demon when they were dead?

Someone, or more so something, joined the figure in the valley. A small white rabbit, a companion of the god, had followed after them down the moonlight stairs.

"Oh my little jade! It is nice of you to join me" the elegant being stated fondly as they brought the small creature into their arms.

They scratched under the rabbits chin affectionately, but soon felt their knuckles knock against something cold. "What is this you have Jade?" The god asked as they grabbed hold of the object their hand had touched, the critter having had it held in its mouth.

"Oh an elixir of immortality! You always were one for exceptional timing my white jade" they cooed as they took the small vile.

Inside was a bright yellow liquid, an elixir, flowing with much life unlike the monkey. Having been forged by her companion's own paws and was perfect for resurrecting a demon so the god might have a chat with them.

They sat the rabbit down as they walked over to the body. The moon lit figure crouched down beside the demon's face, the fabric of their skirt rubbing against the earth. The god opened the glass vile, holding it in one hand as they cradled the dark furred monkey's head in the other. They held it to their lips and tipped it so the bright drink would pour into the demon's mouth.

The figure kept it there until the glass had not a drop left, then waited for it to breath new life into the corpse.

It didn't instantly work, to the god's dismay. Seeming as though the elixir having the flare for the dramatics.

Nothing happened for a few moments, the dark furred being resting unmoving in the other's grasp. Until colour arose back into the demon's face, their chest beginning to slowly rise and fall.

And soon their eyes and ears began to twitch before the monkey had sat up quickly, eyes widening in the same motion, clutching their hands tightly over their ears; the god only now realize they had six of them.

'How peculiar' they thought.

The demon groaned loudly in pain, tears coming to their eyes. The god sat quietly, observing. When they seemed to have adjusted to the noise, they shifted one hand to touch one of their eyes which held a now scabbed over cut; not fully a scar yet but not bleeding. The dark monkey's ears twitched in the godly one's direction soon after they got the handle of things as they seemed to finally noticed the other's presence, the six ears pinning to their head in clear distaste and suspicion.

"Who are you?" The once deceased demon growled, their fur bristling while moving back a few inches out of caution.

The moon figure smiled sweetly, something that only further angered the monkey, letting their hands fall into place at their lap "I'm Chang'e, goddess of the Moon" she said.

"And you are?" The goddess held her hand out to the other, offering the floor to speak to her newly immortal acquaintance.

"Liu- Macaque, the Six-Earred Macaque."

The monkey face remained serious, silver eyes cold and calculating as they attentively watched the one in front of him. Though his ears slightly unpinned themselves, only slightly.

Watching as the god welcomed the small white rabbit to accompany her on her lap, having shifted her hands that rested there so the critter could sit more comfortably. Before then moving her hand to pet the short fur along it's head and back.

Macaque eyed the tiny creature with just as much suspicion as its owner, noise crinkling as he watched it curl into itself to take a nap. Weirdly jealous of it, though the shadow would deny the prospect if asked.

"Why are you here? Why did you resurrect me? I'm not on the best of terms with heaven, so why..." The monkey's voice becoming more sorrowful as he continued to speak. He was without the person that made heaven hate him in the first place...

He barely remembered what had happened, snip bits sure but not the full picture. And if he remembered the part he was technically conscious for, it still wouldn't be complete...not without what happened after he was gone. From the looks of it, as he gazes down at the person shaped hole dug into the ground, it meant he had been buried.

Had Sun Wukong....grieved him?

Macaque wouldn't know unless he asked and he wasn't exactly up for finding the king or the other pilgrims to find out. Was his Sun still on the journey? How long had he been dead for? A couple of weeks at least.

He shook his head. From what he remembered, the two fought and badly...

Some nice passerbys probably just saw his body and buried him to be respectful. No way would Wukong bury him after that. Right?

He didn't want to know the answer, Macaque figured it was better to think the king hated him. Made it easier to believe his Sun could kill him if he hated him, it hurt to think Wukong still cared for him.. loved him after having struck him down.

"Well I'm here since I saw some freaky blue mist dancing around and wanted to check things out," Chang'e mindlessly groomed her rabbit as she spoke, picking off dirt that had dirted the critter's coat, "when I realized that some demon was trying to resurrect you I decided I wanted to do that instead so I yoinked it from them!" She commented happily as she did a gesture resembling swinging a stick or pulling at a line on a fishing rod. 'Quite the peculiar god' he thought with a slight grimace.

He hated the celestial realm.

"But why though?"

At first the goddess only shrugged, looking almost unimpressed by the question. Like she expected a better one instead and got disappointed. "Because I also am not on the best terms with heaven" the woman stated which surprised the monkey. 'You can be a god.. and not be on the best terms with heaven?' Mac asked himself, becoming a tad intrigued with the other.

"You see- I ran to the moon to get away from them after stealing immortality pills, and that choice caused me to be very.. isolated" she admitted, sighing softly as she gazed up at the moon. Her home and, in a way, also her prison.

"And when I saw your grave, and the moon marking on the tree," Chang'e nodded her head in the direction of the tree, causing Macaque to glance over out of curiosity. 'A moon marking? Why would a passerby make a marking for a stranger?' he wondered, his mouth become dry as the shadow monkey's eyes fell upon said marking. The sight made the demon flinch, stifling the tears that wanted to pool at the edge of his eyes. A moon, a poorly made one but a moon. No stranger would know to put that on his death bed, his Sun had buried him.

But with that solved, other worries appeared. 'Did he do it out decency?' he bite his lip at that thought and pushed it far away so he couldn't hurt him. His Sun wasn't like that, he still cared about him it seemed despite .. what happened.

"Well...it made me feel like it was a sign that you were sent to me! And that I may have more company besides little Jade, company that can respond back to what I say.." She said rather sadly, turning to look at the dark furred monkey across from her.

"But to make it so I was able to ask you a question- I had to resurrect you...I can't communicate with the dead, so apologies if you didn't want to be alive or immortal" the godly woman fidgeted with her hands in a manner that almost made her appear mortal, almost, "it was the only way I knew to bring someone back; I'm not well versed in these sorts of expertise."

"And what exactly did you want to ask me?" He asked. Chang'e blinked a few times, waiting for the demon to say his question was a joke but he was serious.

"To join me on the moon and to hopefully become friends, I thought I made that clear in my previous statements."

Macaque sat silently, the gravity of the situation finally washing over him. All of it hitting as one giant wave. He had died- like actually died! Now he was back because of a celestial(one of the last people he thought would not hate him) and said goddess wanted him to leave with her for the moon.

It almost felt like it all was a weird dream (an afterlife fantasy maybe?), but he never dreamed before so it would be an odd time to start now.

"That's if you have nothing holding you to this place, I won't pressure you if you want to stay" the moon goddess added.

His Sun was still here. On Earth. There was nothing he wanted more than to find him again, but it wasn't guaranteed to end well...not after the last two times. As long as the stupid monk is controlling the sage the only interactions between the two would end in bloodshed. Because Mac still wanted to see the light leave the monk's eyes while Wukong wanted to protect it.

"No I don't have anything holding me here.." the demon lied through his teeth, feeling as though his throat was closing up. Pushing back quiet sobs.

"I will join you."

"Very well. I am so excited to get acquainted with you, Six-Earred Macaque" Chang'e said with a bright smile. Mac forced one to appear on his face, though he was breaking on the inside, "likewise."

The moon lit woman led the dark furred monkey up the stairs made light, the rabbit being held her arms. He felt his body become less heavy as they ascended upwards, as though his last shred of mortality was being stripped away. The demon the withering magic in him being refilled the closer they got to the moon.

It hurts to leave, it hurts to let his Sun go on thinking he's dead but Macaque caused his love pain while alive too. So he will leave, and will come back when he knows they can be happy together again.

The shadow could only hope his Sun could still think kindly of him after everything. After abandoning his king and causing him this pain. And that His Sun Wukong could forgive him one day for this...

..because it's hurting him, his Sun's Moon, to be doing this.

Hurt the king it did. When he found his Moon's grave empty, as though someone had taken his love away for a third time.

It had been after the journey had finished, it had taken his brothers a lot of persuading to get Sun Wukong to move from his dear Moon's new resting tree. He had wished to stay there for the rest of his days, build a home in this valley so he may always be close to his other half. And oh how he hoped that the tree would grow mangos, his darling moonbeam's favourite fruit, come season. But he had made the decision to start this journey, the journey that had taken his Liu 'er from him, and god damn it he was gonna finish it!

(Though, after he had requested his master used the mantra, he stayed distant from Tripitaka unless their was an attack. His master was why his Moon was gone...

'Stupid monk' he had thought bitterly after the fillet was taken off. But, unlike many times before, Monkey King kept his mouth shut)

He had headed off soon after things had wrapped up. Wukong had been desperate to visit his slumbering moon since he had continued the journey.

He had picked fresh flowers on his way over for the special occasion, sure his previous ones had long since wilted.

The sage hadn't been sure what ones to pick, he remembered his Moon admiring some blue or white flowers once but never explicitly saying a flower he particularly enjoyed. So he'd picked some white lilies from a field that seemed to be the same colour as the flower Mac had admired and thought would have looked pretty in the monkey's black fur. Wukong could only hope his mate would approve of them.

When the auburn monkey had spotted the familiar valley, he slowly descended on his somersault cloud until he was a few feet from the ground where he then hopped off and made it disperse. Cradling the lilies in his hands carefully.

For they were delicate like his Moon...

The king sighed sadly, looking at the flowers in his hands. If only he had been more gentle, more in control, maybe then he wouldn't have elcipsed his Moon.

As he went to place the flowers at the base of the tree, just as he had done with every other bouquet of flowers he had brought, Wukong felt his foot sink deeper than his last footstep. Perplexed, he looked down to see it was in a hole that he'd stepped into. A large hole, a person shaped hole.

The golden monkey stumbled backwards, still cradling the lilies. Checking to make sure they hadn't been crumbled, he nervously looked at the hole again. There was no denying it, someone had dug up the grave.

Someone had graverobbed his mate's grave for the jade. What had shaken his the most was that Liu 'er wasn't still in it, his body was also gone. Sun Wukong was furious, he was rightfully so, someone had defiled his darling starlight's resting place!

He gripped the dirt below him, feeling like hot magma was bubbling under his skin. But he remained seated, gaze fixed on the unearthed grave, fuming.

His anger had gotten into troubles, and loads of it. Normally he would fight someone, mostly heaven, though with just being redeemed in the eyes of Buddha the auburn monkey had to be careful how he expelled it this time. He will calm down and then ask the locals if they saw anything, instead of going straight to beating people up.

With that plan settled, Wukong stood up. Placing the lilies on the ground before sticking his head through the earth and proceeding to yell at the top of his lung, most likely scaring anyone in the area as well as causing nearby villages to feel tremors from the sound. Once he felt as though he couldn't yell any longer, he sank down next to the flowers.

And the golden king was swept with an overwhelming sadness. His hands falling into his lap as he gazed solemnly at the white lilies. The petals almost shaped like small crescent moons..

Wukong pushed it away quickly, sitting up again and sprinting in a random direction to attempt at getting answers.

'It wasn't over yet!'

The Great Sage had decided to keep his staff out of his hands while seeking mountain spirits for answers, he was sure he was scary enough just showing up and didn't exactly want them to feel threatened anymore than they probably did.

The mountain spirits hadn't been much help, only really give vague answers to his questions.

"Some ominous mist had appeared" one had said, "mist with the sound of bones" another had chimed in. Apparently a blue mist had appeared and dug up the grave, spawning a magic sigil when it was done. The mention of bones made the newly god winced, he had made met the demon behind the mist.

'But I thought master had sealed her away...' he wondered briefly, eyebrows furrowing.

When the mountain spirits continued he snapped back from his thoughts. "Figure had come from the sky on stair made of light, and scared the mist far away.." they commented.

A figure? Stairs made of light?

"What did the figure do after making the mist leave?" The sage asked, to which the spirits shrugged.

"Don't know. We went away as soon as the most did, figure seemed powerful."

His heart fell a little inside. Sun Wukong sighed, "thank you anyway.." before heading back to his Moon's grave.

The king crumbled to the ground and this time he didn't push away his cries, the auburn becoming a puddle as his body was racked with harsh sobs. He grabbed fist fulls of dirt just to feel something other than pain, not caring how it got stuck under his nails. How his tears were wetting the earth and the now wet ground was stick to his clothes. He didn't care.

The god cried for a long time, until the sun had set and moon arose in the sky. Clothes and face covered in dirt, wet from his sorrowful tears.

Even after his tears had ceased, the monkey stayed. Huddling up to the tree as though it was his other half, eyes puffy and his throat burning. Nuzzling his face into his cape, he could almost imagine that it was silky black fur instead of scratchy red fabric. Red that reminded him of a certain shadow's face marking.

His Moon was no longer here so there was no reason to stay, but he couldn't will himself to leave. Not yet.

"I don't know what to do without you my Liu 'er Mihou... you're gone and yet the I keep losing any connection to you," the king's voice was hoarse as he sniffled "I'm not the intelligent stone monkey I claimed to be."

He didn't bother wiping his eyes, it wouldn't do much anyway. New tears would follow after to replace the ones he got rid of, nowadays he's never without tears. "Please say something Moonlight, I'd even take you ripping my fur out at this point, just anything other than more silence.." he pleaded to the empty valley, knowing deep down his mate wouldn't answer but trying anyway. Because he so desperately wanted, yearned, for an answer.

"Why must we always be apart? Why must I keep separating us my slumbering moon lily?" The only answer the Great Sage got was the wind whistling between the trunks in the forest, him resting his forehead atop his knees mournfully.

Come morning, Wukong had left for Flower Fruit Mountain and forgotten about his idea to build a house in the valley. Nothing there for him anymore...

The demon monkeys that populated the mountain and his generals greeted him warmly when he arrived. The smaller monkeys climbing up to sit on his shoulder, chirping happily. The auburn forcing a wide smile and accepting the arms outstretched to him in appreciated hugs. If his generals noticed the sad glint in his eyes, they didn't comment on it. Or the messy state of their king's hair or clothes. Or why the Six-Earred Macaque hadn't returned.

With a smile stretched thinly on his face, and his tired puffy eyes crinkling with false content, in said a weak "your king has returned!" even though they all knew the golden monkey in front of them wasn't the same as the one they remembered. Their king had fallen apart through his journey and couldn't be put make together.

The Moon is taken out of the shadows,

No longer eclipsed.

But has left the Sun blacked out,

Attempting to shield his golden rays from pain,

Only to inflict more by leaving...

The Sun is a burnt out star,

A shell of the spark that had been there.

Without the Moon, his Moon,

He is no longer the sun in his eyes...

Just a pile of ash where a bright amber had once been light aflame.

Where the Sun had protected his Moon's light.

The Moon just as broken as his Sun,

No longer has the light the bright flame had once guard.

Fizzling out from heartache.

The Sun and the Moon,

Two halves of a whole,

Left desolate without their other part.

#lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #shadowpeach #lmk sun wukong #lmk au #lmk moonlight au #lmk chang'e #lmk lady bone demon #lmk fic #long post

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Donkey Butter #9 (Grease Monkey x Triple OG). Tonight new strain is smooth and is a great smoke. It’s done by one of my favorite brands Zenoa Cannabis. I purchased some other flower by Zenoa that I will be trying this week too.

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Lord Fabius,

Do you have any experience with the Primaris strain of Astartes? And if so, how do they compare to “firstborn”?

At first he wants to brush this question away like an annoying insect. The slender, sinewy surgeon's hands with the darkly visible veins flutter briefly like angry birds swooping into the sky. He snorts. Catches himself again and reaches for the silver case with the worn engravings. Flips it open with a dry, snapping sound and takes out a cigarette. Fishes an ancient lighter in a similarly intricately decorated case from a pocket of the lab coat and lights it. Takes a drag from the cigarette, holds the smoke for a few heartbeats and then blows it out deeply. Bad habits are what make us human. Beyond extra organs and everything that stands between then and now.

He closes his eyes. Is there.

There, where an angry child with the power of a god and the face of an angel plays with probabilities.

There, where he has made the pact. He smells the too-sweet miasma that creeps from every plant. The perfume of the monster that looms and laughs before him. That shows teeth as sharp and gleaming as the four swords in its bloody hands.

When he opens his eyes again, the garden has disappeared. Was never there. Just a field of rubble in the dress of a long dead planet. The destination of a pilgrimage, as Quin called it. Admission only for those who believe with fire in their hearts. Or who are invited - black dead heart or not.

His voice has a glassy grittiness, coldness dwelling in its cracks. "It's not about evaluating a status quo - except in the sense that it's a constant evolution. Human nature is averse to stagnation. And we are competitive. That is our greatest evolutionary advantage. We want to be the best possible version of ourselves. The reasons for this are usually base and repulsive, but no one can doubt success. That is why my opinion of Cawl's amateurish creations is the same as my opinion of my monsters: they are only intermediate results. Neither Guilliman's mechanical monkey nor I will - can - stop working. It is our nature. Until our creations have turned the last planet to glass."

He doesn't seem to care that he hasn't given any answer to the questions posed. Or maybe he has?

Almost a smile.

‘You come here to ask for my help. This is my price. This is Slaanesh’s price. Do as you are meant to do, and your creations will be spared the coming storm. We will take them under our wing, Fabius. We will teach them and guide them. I was the greatest of teachers in my day. I look forward to tutoring them in new ways to shout, revel and kill.’ ‘You will do nothing of the sort.’ Fulgrim reared, as if in shock. ‘But that is the bargain.’

Reynolds, Josh. Manflayer (Fabius Bile: Warhammer 40,000 Book 3) (S.325). Kindle-Version.

#Warhammer #ask post #Fabius Bile #Fulgrim

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The strongest weed strains - Must Try

We're not smoking Reggie anymore in the great wide world of modern cannabis. While the jury is still out on how accurate cannabis inspection is when it comes to THC percentage, there is no doubt that today's herb is more potent and crafty than it has ever been.

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This master list highlights strains and products that are truly exceptional to keep you up to date on the world's best strains.

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The Strongest Strains In The World

Back in the 1970s, the average cannabis plant contained slightly more than 1% THC. Nowadays? The most popular connoisseur strains can contain up to thirty times that amount.

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Fruit Loops by Botany Farms

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Fruit Loops is a delectable cross between two legendary strains, Cherry Abacus and Abacus Diesel, that takes the best of both worlds. That means it gets the characteristic dark purple color in all of its buds, which, when combined with the flashy bright orange hairs, makes for great flower cannaseur eye candy.

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Grease Monkey

This Indica-dominant marijuana strain is the result of a cross between the marijuana strains Gorilla Glue and Cookies and Cream. It has the highest THC percentage of any flower on our list, at 31%. As previously stated, this value can vary significantly depending on the growth conditions.

Grease Monkey has a strong nutty vanilla and skunky diesel aroma. When you smoke, the high starts behind your eyes and spreads to the rest of your body. It causes you to experience a euphoric high with mental calming effects. This strain is used to treat chronic pain, nausea, insomnia, loss of appetite, and other symptoms.

Pacman OG

This is another Indica-dominant cannabis strain that is among the strongest in the world today. It has a high THC content of up to 29% and is well-liked by regular stoners. If you want to try the strongest marijuana in the world right now, this is the strain to go with.

The aroma is sweet and citrusy. The flavor is earthy with lemon hints and a strong euphoric effect that will immediately put your body into a deep state of relaxation. It then introduces a happy feeling and a general sense of well-being. It is the best option for treating pain, stress, insomnia, and other symptoms. It is recommended for experienced smokers because it is one of the strongest types of weed.

99 Problems

99 Problems is a Sativa-dominant weed strain created by crossing White 99 and Stardawg. This strain is included in our list of high THC strains because it contains a high concentration of this compound. The value ranges between 28 and 30 percent, with some breeders reporting even higher figures.

Those looking to try the most potent marijuana should start with 99 Problems, but it is not for inexperienced smokers. It has a multi-layered scent that starts strong and quickly transitions into an airy and fruity balance of sweet berries. When this highly potent strain of marijuana enters your system, it immediately improves your mood, increases focus and energy, and boosts creativity.

Where To Get The Strongest Strains In Vapes

While some of the strains on this list are difficult to obtain, others are more widely available. This is why using strain-specific terpenes that correspond to these strains can be a great way to experiment with the flavor profile and aromatics.

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Elyose

Halsey

Katy Perry

Lady Gaga

Lana Del Rey

Lindsey Stirling ❤️

Miley Cirus

Mon Laferte

Regina Spektor

Rosalía

— MUSICAL SERIES/MOVIES/THEATRE

Across the universe

A star was born

Bohemian Rhapsody

Grease

Julie and the Phantoms

Legally Blonde

Les Misérables

High School Musical

Phantom of the Opera

Romeo & Julliet

School of Rock

The Pianist

— OTHERS

Ballet

Crime/Mystery series

Absentia

Bright Minds

Castle

Scorpion

Fiction

Jewelry [rings in special]

Mystery

Opera

Outer Space

Percy Jackson

Photography [film photography in special]

— SITCOMS

Archer

Fleabag

Friends

Futurama

How I Meet Your Mother

Malcolm in the Middle

Rick & Morty

Silicon Valley

The Big Bang Theory

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Young Sheldon

— SUPERHEROS

Marvel

#pinned #moonstag #queue always ongoing

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Actually, you know what? No reason to be cryptic about it. Enjoy the journey on Aaron's current life choices.

So I mean, I've not made it secretive that I'm, among many things, a pothead, mostly for pain management. And that I've had an interesting life, and have some surprising influences in rings that I always stood as the Most Unlikely Hobbit in.

But certain things I witnessed, I observed, I learned a great deal, even had the means to get involved with but just, didn't. I had enough chaos in my life, let's not add FBI drug raids to it, thanks.

But on February 6th, weed is legal here.

The first places that were approved on licensing for it were established medical dispensaries. They've already gone through the process and most of them are importing established brands etc etc and so on. And most home growers don't have the mix of knowledge, and time to do all the hinky beaurocracy shit as a backyard operation, so they mostly just grow and quietly share with besties if they got overflow, and it's kind of whatever they got.

I've also lived in a location where it was legal, as it went legal, so I remember watching this process happen before. The first thing that happens is lines down entire blocks at major established medical dispensaries, while the overage joe still smokes something from their friend's potted plant basically, and it's cool, as long as you're not like, busted trying to distribute random shit on the corner.

And then over time the market shifts because since legalization application is open for everyone else in a few months, after it's Roughly Pretended Nobody Planted Early, We Swear, and smaller licensed recreational-predominant dispensaries open, but often struggle and fail on profit margins vs operations vs whatever. Like I have literally seen this circus, I have watched the monkeys rise and then die.

So I hear them asking, well, isn't this gonna bring the cost of weed way down? and I'm like... nyes?

If you mean the demand to have some random shit dropped in your mailbox by your uncle Ben's neighbor, yeah, that's gonna go through the floor. Even if they Swear It's Their Best Shit. Because the market is going to be full of high end prices with menus and educational information that lets customers select what they want, and the prices START where they used to be and only go up from there, plus taxes. So. No. Weed actually gets a little more expensive but the shit you get is hand over fists better.

Like someone I know is all "You know weed is cheap, no matter how good it is right, where do you think I get all my shit." and I'm like. You get all your shit because it's inventory nobody wants, was harvested way too young and is indiscernible from higher end ditch weed dude, this is just what market availability has done.

Then they argue, no, don't order your seeds from XYZ, my buddy in colorado can send you any strain you want, bet.

Nawwwww. NAWWWWWW. That's shit they shook off their plants, best guess at gendering and is probably lowkey hybridized somehow, no I want to know EXACTLY what they fuck I'm starting with and be in control of my plants without having an invasion of boys fucking up the crop.

So then of course there's the issue of competition even if I got the startup equipment. Yeah, lots of people grow for themselves, but expecting to make a profit margin is where people fuck up. Because by the time they pay for space beyond one table in their kitchen, or anywhere to sell it or have space, they're in the hole before they ever open the door.

So considering the remodeling plans I had, the local zoning and other things, I got the operations front covered, and it'd be part of a paid off home. It's just built in cost of living anyway, only now Home Earns Money with the layout I have planned and so on, because again, I need to remodel the basement for disabled living anyway, And This Fits. Wheelchair floorplan and all.

But um. Because of my life path, DESPITE my somehow squeaky clean record, I have seen things. The system will ironically let me coast through application easily as an, awww, look at these two white nerds trying to make a profit margin on their pain management dotting all their i's and crossing all their Ts. When really we have quarterly plans set out for two years as a rough estimate.

We being a friend of mine, a dear real life friend, who has history in realty, accounting and business management that was looking for a way out of the grind too, and is happy to help quickbooks his way through this and match the money I can put in on the 18th.

Because no, no I will never be able to out compete the established big dispensaries. But I got something better. The common sense to know pulling in a quarter what they target in a week is great. The ability to incorporate it to living expenses. The available manpower to handle all the form filling and dotted i's and crossed T's on that end while I handle the production, at no cost to us, no inflation to customer, and everything beyond some essentials really being minimal cost for profit. And cured and treated right you get this sticky bud NO dispensary can match, period.

And then there's where I'm at. I'm in a food desert. How do you think the dispensaries look. If you go up the main road maybe five miles there's one, and I can guarantee you it'll be expensive as fuck, so everyone will keep buying ditch weed.

The point is to be the middle ground of that, to be KNOWN to those people, to have local referrals and community.

Like naw, I don't want a store front. I'll do everything I can to be healthy, legal, maintained, all of that and it won't be that hard with the two of us. But you get me 200 locals that already spend 500 a month in weed you got me 100K/month, bro. And they still get to menu pick That Good Shit like at the dispensaries but because there's no storefront or middle management it outprices them for actual hand reared good shit that aint dried out or whatever.

Yeah. I know EXACTLY what the fuck I'm doing, and to NOT overgrow and to NOT overaim, and to KEEP it small and simple and to NOT expect to be a millionaire overnight, but rather, to be a Thousandaire smoothly for a bit and, then if my buddy does the right business cost writeoffs, we can see about expanding year two or what have you. Yeah, sure, buy the house this year on early profit margins, collateral it against itself for repairs and write it off as a business expense to get started. The room is there but it's not about ever trying to be One Of Those Ones. It's about fitting a local demand in a market and being THE one to set up that demand, and you can't do that if you fuck around waiting a month to invest it.

SOOOO to roll back to the start of this post on the 18th I am Buying Some Shit that will not see investment return for, oh, 10-14 weeks one could say, and then after that things start rolling, at about the rate getting a license approved happens, iykyk.

It's just about 500 investment on either end, scaled to 15 plants expected to drop 15-25 low to high ounces as a start. You can outprice the market and still pull 100K. And after you get round one going next month double it over into a second wave with a few more troughs and again the next month. You only run three. Suddenly it's like when you have too many chickens. That's it that's the sweet spot right there. So give it a quarter.

So that's about where I'm at right now. I'm worried about getting them started first, as I can't fight against time itself. He's gonna work out the licensing and LLCs shit in the meantime and put in his half and we're getting it rolling NOW. I can bat around customer reward and referral programs loosely and whatnot as that's already on the mind, but this is the point of motion I'm at right as my hip literally blew, so there's a lot of chair sitting by force going on right now. [uses cane to push gamer chair around the house] HOLDING FOR INVESTMENT MONEY FIRST CHAIR SECNOD I CAN MAKE IT TILL THE FIRST DAMMIT.

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