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daisydoo90 · 2 years
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More EAH hcs
Chase comes with the wonderlandians to Ever After after wtw
You’d think he just came out of a time capsule from the 1800’s
He’s especially bad with modern slang, he asks Kitty for help a few times but of course she gives him the weirdest phrases no one uses
Probably taught him how to dab
Alistair is an excellent actor, Apple has been trying to get him to join theater club
Apple is the head of a lot of clubs and other events, it’s actually nice having Maddie as a co president because then she can take care of things when Apple can’t
Holly and Cupid are actually quite good friends, they’re both hopeless romantics. They meet up for coffee and talk about theirs or other peoples love lives
Everyone knows Cerises secret but don’t say anything for her sake
Sparrow and Cerise are cousins and refuse to acknowledge it
Lizzie and Cedar start hanging out more after wtw, they paint together
The wonderlandian trio are incredibly protective of Cedar, you bully her and suddenly you’re at their wrath
Kitty and Daring are constantly making fun of each other, Kitty especially loves pulling pranks on him.
Humphrey has an incredibly dry sense of humor no one understands
Bunny joins the mirrorcast a few months after moving to Ever After
She was incredibly nervous but then realized everyone on the team are also nerds
Apple has headaches from stress and straining her eyes
Apple gets a good amount of sleep but still needs caffeine because her life can get hectic
Briar and Apple have study nights, sometimes Ashlynn joins in also
Bunny and Maddie like to go antiquing, sometimes Chase or Alistair join
Justine and Cedar are quite good friends, something that drives their partners, Cerise and Ramona crazy
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epiclamer · 2 years
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I am asking for hurt w/ comfort with villain whumpee and hero caretaker
~an enemy
Sucks to suck you’re not getting anything-
(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)
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Gently With Your Enemy
Villain whimpered as Hero pressed a cloth to their freshly stitched wound, making sure to dab off the excess blood before wrapping the leg wound tightly with a tensor bandage. Villain only groaned as Hero pinned the gauze in place and shuffled the criminal back onto the bed.
“Villain. I need you to be quiet, please. If the other heroes find out I snuck you into med-bay they could kill you.” Hero shook their head as they gently stroked Villains thigh with their thumb in a comforting manner. “You’re in no shape to fight back and I wouldn’t be able to hold them off. So please, please please please try and keep quiet…”
The desperation in Hero’s voice didn’t go unnoticed from their patient, but Villains head was so muddled and groggy with pain they could hardly do a thing. Keeping their bottom lip situated between their teeth so they wouldn’t make any noise as pain shuddered through them yet again.
Hero watched as Villain tensed and untensed under the agony their wounds caused them. They wanted nothing more than to soothe them, but with guards and heroes frequenting the hallway just outside they were afraid to let out more than a soft whisper.
“It’s okay, Villain. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” Hero pressed their forehead against Villains, speaking as quietly as they could while Villains struggled. Hero hoped that gentle words would be enough to calm Villain down but the criminal still couldn’t find a way to silence their groans.
Hero pulled back for a second, one hand moving up to rest on Villains shoulder as they began to massage the sore muscle, while their other hand quietly dug through their beginners first-aid kit for some painkillers. When their fist closed on a small bottle of liquid, light blue capsules they quickly popped it open and held one against Villains lips.
Villain had calmed down quite a bit as Hero’s hand worked wonders into their shoulder, a beautiful distraction from the brutal pain. But when Hero held a small blue pill to their lips Villain swallowed it without second thought, no water needed. Hero’s soothing definitely aided in their quest for a painless sleep, but the ibuprofen worked faster and hit harder. That’s exactly what Villain needed.
However, Villain did not agree with the fact that having the painkiller was an excuse for Hero to remove their hands from their body and withdraw from trying to help them relax.
Villain made that very well known as they let out a long whine as Hero moved away.
Hero’s eyes widened at the long noise drawn from Villains lips. They were supposed to be keeping quiet! But when Villain looked longingly back at Hero and down to their hands, then the other realized what was wrong.
In the blink of an eye Hero had their hands back on Villain. Both hands moving to massage Villains shoulders and the criminal immediately melted. Trying their very best to keep their mouth closed as Hero worked away at one of their most uptight spots. Working out decade old knots and releasing tension from hidden areas.
As Villain began to drift into the embrace of slumber more and more, Hero changed their hand positioning to scratch gently at their scalp and massage softly through their hair. Sure enough, Villain was fast asleep in seconds.
Now that Hero didn’t have to worry about Villain being in excruciating pain for a while, they sat with the impending doom of being caught instead.
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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 1 year
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Eyeliner
Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)
Requested: yes - @allhailqueenolivia
Prompt: #18 Scenarios - A doing B's makeup
TW: None!
Rating: Pg-13   || Word Count: 1190
A/N: A is Elvis + B is the reader! i hope y'all enjoy :) also this is definitely 100% based on the clip from the montage where Elvis does Priscilla's eyeliner bye why is that so attractive???
🦋 mila
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“Ugh!!” you groan, slamming the eyeliner pencil down onto the bathroom counter.
You reach for the face towel again, wetting it and leaning toward the mirror so you can see well enough to carefully remove the hideous smudge that you just made. Your hands shake just the smallest bit as you blink away tears of frustration.
“You doin okay in here?”
You glance up the mirror to see the reflection of your husband leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. You shake your head and scoff.
“I just can’t get this stupid eyeliner to work. It keeps smudging and the lines are all uneven. And now I’m gonna have to redo basically my entire face because I’ve accidentally erased half of the white paint trying to fix it,” you complain, dropping the rag onto the counter and staring hopelessly down at the disheveled mess of makeup scattered around you.
You’re trying to get ready for a Halloween costume party. You and Elvis are going as vampires. While Elvis neglected to go for the full look with face paint and makeup and everything, you never half-ass your costumes. You bought the whole shebang: white face paint, sponges, eyeliner, and adhesive fangs. You’re all good to go…if you could just get this stupid makeup to work right.
“I’m sure it ain’t that bad. Lemme see ya.”
You see Elvis approaching out of the corner of your eye, his massive black figure a shadow in your peripherals. You heave a sigh as his hands come to rest on your shoulders. He gently squeezes the tender muscles between your neck and shoulder and rests his chin on top of your head. Your eyes flick up to the mirror and you gaze at your husband through the glass. He smiles, his eyes running up and down your figure in the mirror. You quirk an eyebrow, wondering what he sees. He gently rotates you, holding you out at arms-length so he can assess the damage. You sniff, embarrassed by your inability to get the job done. His fingers wrap gently around your jaw, turning your face from side to side. He stares down at you, his eyebrows furrowed over his beautiful shining blue eyes.
“Ah that can be fixed, darlin,” he says. “Come ‘ere.”
He pats the toilet seat. You sit, the itchy black material of your costume scratching your thighs. Elvis rummages around, gathering some materials before he drops to his knees between your legs. You shift so that he can fit between your thighs. He snatches up the white face paint and dabs a sponge into it, raising it up to your skin. You close your eyes as he gently pats the liquid all over your face. Then, he takes some white powder to set it. You squeeze your eyes shut as it dusts around your face.
“Open for me, doll.”
You open your eyes, eyelashes fluttering to flick away the stubborn clumps of powder. Elvis smiles and nods, looking satisfied with his work.
“How did you know to do that? Use the powder, I mean?”
While you ask your question, he reaches for the eyeliner pencil and twists it so that the tiny black tip emerges from the capsule.
“Baby, you're forgettin that I’m in showbusiness,” he says with a smirk. You giggle and lean forward so that he can see your eyes better.
His fingers firmly wrap around your jawbone and he tilts your head up. Your vision is naturally lifted to the ceiling but you sneak a glance down at him as he gently rests the side of his palm against your cheekbone. He carefully and gingerly swipes the eyeliner pencil along your waterline. You try not to blink, the soft pencil tickling your eyelashes. You can’t help a smile as it spreads across your face.
“What’re ya smilin at?” Elvis pulls back and you glance down at him, gigglings rising into your chest.
“Nothing. Just you,” you reply, biting the corner of your mouth.
“Well stop it,” he jokes, shaking his head. “You gonna mess me up.”
You look back up to the ceiling as he returns to his diligent work. Out of your peripherals, you watch him scoot closer to you and tilt his head as he concentrates on getting the lines just right. His hand comes to a gentle pause by the edge of your eye. You glance down at him, wondering what’s wrong. He’s staring up at you, his eyes trained intensely on yours. There’s a tiny crease on his forehead from his concentration. You want to reach out and smooth it over but you can't move.
“What?” you ask, suddenly worried something’s gone terribly wrong. Elvis just shakes his head and smirks.
“Nothin. Just you,” he says and you smirk as a quiet chuckle escapes your lips.
His fingers tighten on your jaw and his eyes flick down to your lips and stay there for a few seconds before he leans in, pressing his lips firmly against yours. You kiss him back immediately, bending forward to rest your hands on his shoulders. The hand that was holding the eyeliner pencil lowers and then returns to cup your jawline and neck. His fingers wrap around the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You slide forward just a little on the smooth toilet seat, gripping onto the velvety fabric of his vampire cape. One of his hands falls to your thigh, squeezing your skin through the black dress. You accidentally moan quietly into the kiss and then start to laugh, your lips slipping from his.
“Hey, listen, I know you don’t wanna wear makeup, but you need at least one thing,” you say, leaning over to reach for the deep red lipstick you’d picked to match your costume.
You also grab the handheld mirror from your makeup bag and lift it up, gently swiping the lipstick around your lips. You place them both down and giggle, glancing at Elvis with a mischievous expression. He tilts his head to the side, shooting you a confused look.
You slide your fingers onto his neck and into his slicked-back black hair. You lean forward and press your lips to his again, kissing him exactly once before dragging your lips to the side of his mouth and nudging them against his skin to spread around the red material. You can feel his fingers tighten on your thigh as you drag your lips down his neck, nipping gently at the skin there. You pull back with a satisfied smirk pasted on your face. Elvis looks shocked, his eyebrows raised and eyes wide.
“Not exactly blood but close enough. It looks alright,” you say, placing your hands on his.
He lifts his fingers up and intertwines them with yours, squeezing your fingers. He smirks at you before running a tongue over his canines.
“On second thought, maybe I will wear them teeth,” he responds, raising your finger to his lips to give your fingertip a soft bite.
“Well, Count Presley, you have permission to turn me anytime.”
He raises his eyebrows and you giggle as you lean forward for another kiss.
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whumpacabra · 8 months
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Setting Bones
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Aleko woke with a start, the heartbeat beside his own too fast and too small. He relaxed, recalling the events of the night, though he still held tension in his limbs. He didn’t want to disturb the sleeping god.
It slept peacefully and deeply; slow, steady breaths stirred the air. With great care, he stood and stepped over the smaller creature, moving slowly to avoid waking the god from its slumber. Even asleep, the god radiated pain through Aleko’s mind.
He needed to call the sentry. As an Ancient, she would know best how to care for the god, or how to take him across the mountains to the temples. He stirred the ashes of the fire pit, still dark without the fresh kindling Aleko had planned on retrieving the previous night.
A spare twig, scattered to a nook of the cave, was enough to catch a small ember. He carried the fire with caution, the small glow shying away from every breath. The incense burners that hung at the entrance of his home sparkled in the morning sun, the golden disks swaying gently in the breeze that threatened the spark he carried.
He lit the fourth burner, the blue powder within catching, kindling, and growing the small flame he had stolen from the hearth. Thick smoke billowed from the disk, the indigo clouds distinct from the greys and whites of the mountain stone. She would know to bring medical supplies.
There was a mewl from within the cave, echoed and magnified by the chamber’s size. The god wasn’t quite awake as Aleko trotted to its side, the smaller being twitching and shivering. He carefully moved the god closer to the steam vents, the warm air brushing at its blood speckled hide.
Aleko laid beside the wounded creature, unsure how to comfort it. Time crawled by, the ashes of the fire pit growing dim and the smoke from the burner paling in the late morning light.
A familiar screech broke the air, Ankoi’s feathery wings fluttering as she landed at the mouth of the cave, clawed feet skittering over the stone.
“Aleko! What happened? Hope it’s nothing too serious, the zaquek root is hard to harvest this early –”
“Shush!” Aleko huffed, instinctively curling tighter around the god.
“Why? What – what are you-?” Ankoi’s words faltered, eyes growing wide as Aleko stood, revealing the tiny creature curled next to the thermal vents.
“It’s sleeping.”
She approached cautiously, wings folded tight against her back, but ears perked. Being about the same size as the creature, Ankoi could better survey its figure. Tufts of dark, thick hair curled from its head, skin beaded with sweat and flecked with dried blood. One leg was cut short, the other mangled. It took slow, even breaths, occasionally interrupted by a soft groan.
“Where did you find them?” She breathed, sitting beside the creature’s twisted leg. This might need more than zaquek root. Two clawed fingers brushed hair from its face, the beings eyes screwed shut but darting back and forth behind heavy eyelids.
“The stars, last night. Did you see them?” Aleko asked, not waiting for an answer as he sat by the dying fire. “It wasn’t a star that fell, it was a capsule or chariot of some sort – it was awful and burning – and there they were! I – I just couldn’t leave them, the fire and the smoke…it would have…”
“Yeah,” Ankoi breathed, sighing deeply before taking jars from her bag.
“Is it a…do you know what it is? You know the acolytes better than me nowadays,” Aleko asked cautiously, shifting where he sat.
“I’m not really sure, actually,” She poked the being’s face as she dabbed ointments to the burns and cuts. “Definitely not any Ancient I’ve seen, not even in the galleries,”
“Do you think a priest would know?” Aleko asked, watching her assess the creature’s twisted leg again. She pulled some pieces of carapace armor from her back, brow furrowed as she sorted them to find compatible plates.
“Maybe? But there’s no way to transport it, it wouldn’t survive the mountains or the sky. Its lungs are too small by my estimate, they’d suffocate.” Ankoi shifted to her toes, carefully laying the animal flat on its back.
“Maybe it’s a god, like from the stories?” Aleko mused, entertaining the thought with some embellished imagination. Aleko, he who saved a god. Ankoi chuffed at the thought.
“I doubt it, but, who knows? No one’s seen a god in a long time…” She grimaced at the leg, hand hovering above the ankle joint to pull the twisted limb straight. The winged woman whispered a prayer, partly to the gods and partly a plea to the injured being beside her. “I’m so sorry,”
The creature screamed awake, a swift yank on its broken limb straightening the joints and making it so she could set the bones.
“Careful! It’s fragile!” Aleko grunted, jumping to his feet at the ear piercing cry. Ankoi was easily able to hold the creature down, thin limbs having the strength to carry trees. She placed the thinnest carapace pieces to the mangled section of the leg, ignoring the creature’s protests.
“I know what I’m doing,” She hissed, tightly binding the splint with bandages even as the creature continued to whimper. “I think,” She whispered to herself, catching the being’s gaze with her own.
It seemed fixated on her, eyes bright with pain but blinking away tears to see her better. The being whispered to itself, words scratching the furthest reaches of Ankoi’s mind. She had heard those sounds before. Those words.
“Annnj’el?” She repeated leaning away from the stabilized leg and closer to the creature’s face. It shrank away, but again said the word, frantic and slurred as it rambled. The gears in Ankoi’s mind turned, a forgotten piece of history dusted off.
“Is it talking to you? Can you understand it?” Aleko asked, voice echoing softly as he peered over her shoulder. The creature shied away, wincing at his warm breath.
“I think…a little bit. I have this …thing…I found it – it doesn’t matter, give me a day, I need to get it from my nest,”
“Wait, so you can understand it? How? You said you didn’t know what it was,” Aleko asked, backing away as the sentry gathered up her supplies and began to gallop for the mouth of the cave.
“I can’t understand it – yet – but I think I have something that can help it understand us,” She grinned, pausing at the ledge to press her face to Aleko’s nose. “I’ll be back soon – don’t let it die.”
Aleko shrank away at the idea, horrified by the notion that the fragile thing in his home may not survive another day.
“I’ll – I’ll try…?”
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trixcuomo · 2 months
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Otters are Trending
Trixany: I hate to bother you in your war room, Haris. But we have a new social threat.
Haris Pilton: *turns around in her pink Vader-like capsule chair* Threat? You mean we have a new target.
Trixany: I know we don't actually get along. But this situation is dire. You and I have solid influence in Azeroth, or so we thought, but--
Haris: You, a lowly Horde B-celebrity, is solidly in the public's minds? On magazine covers, and a sparkling object of social worship? Like moi? Really, Trixany?
Trixany: Dammit, Haris! Focus!! Our popularity is at stake! We fought for influencer status throughout the Dragon Isles, like the Horde and Alliance fought over Pandaria. I sacrificed fans, good catchphrases, and stretched my branding to its limit, just like you. I mean, we went up against the likes of Wrathion, and Alexstrasza! But we're still standing.
Haris: True. That Obsidian Throne quest chain nearly killed my fandom. Damn handsome Sabellian showing up, cutting my popularity by a third!
Trixany: But now someone else is already there, at ground zero, threatening all the progress we've made!
Haris: *analyzes the photo* Who is this... her shades are fuschia. They match her humble leather vest. And a tooth necklace? That means she has community context, credibility we can't buy. As well as good fashion sense. Those don't just look new, I fear they're handmade. She's a crafter?
Trixany: It's worse than that. She trades her merch--exchanges it--for swag people don't want anymore! She doesn't want their money, and she's empowering them. How does she even make a profit? She's making us look like a bunch of greedy punks!
Haris: The worst kind of influencer is the one you don't realize is working on you... A hipster.
Trixany: Humble to the last! She's not earning a copper right now. But do you think she's going to turn down a multi-million endorsement deal with Kaja-Cola, or GNOMEADE whenever they reach Iskaara?
Haris: Clever. But it's hard to unseat a home-grown celebrity. *sighs, dabs at her head and neck with a Pilton Brand TM kerchief* Alright, an alliance. I agree. But what should we do, Trixany? What do you propose?
Trixany: She's already got us on the ground, and in the markets. But there's one thing left. *eagerly rolls out a map* We do a three-pronged attack on her Goblin social media. We hit her scrying orb presence, her books and photographs, and any other media she has produced. We poison it and turn it against her--
Haris: *puts a hand on Trixany's shoulder* Trixany, listen to what you just said. Goblin social media? This is a tuskarr on a remote iceberg. Who would have ever connected her? Not Goblins.
Trixany: Gnomish social media? Though that would be odd. I heard Thermaplugg's ghost somehow bought it and he's been running it into the ground intentionally, from the Maw at that. Lately, he's required everyone to use Leper Gnome filters on their profile pictures. Talk about torture.
Haris: No Trixany, not Gnomes. Not anyone.
Trixany: Dear gods, no.
Haris: She doesn't have... social media.
Trixany: *sinks to her knees, yelling as the camera pans away* Tattukiaka...
TATTUKIAKAAAAAAAAAAA!!
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subash1223 · 1 year
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Five Shocking Home Treatments for Acne You’ve got a sizzling date lined up, maybe with a couple’s chocolate wrap? You’re eager and prepared to leave when you peek in the mirror and discover an obtrusively large pimple on your face. It would be natural to pop it, but don’t! It will just allow additional germs to enter, worsen the condition’s appearance, and, even worse, leave an acne scar. Here are your options.
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You’ve got a sizzling date lined up, maybe with a couple’s chocolate wrap? When you look in the mirror as you get ready to go, a pimple has inconveniently appeared on your face in a very apparent way.
To avoid rushing on the day of your hot date, keep all of these ingredients close at hand. Isn’t it difficult enough having to decide what to wear that evening?
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3 tablespoons of plain, organic yogurt
1 teaspoon steel-cut natural oats or potato starch (not instant oats)
2 evening primrose oil capsules
1 tablespoon of honey (organic if possible)
A total of 2 vitamin E capsules
It’s Rosewater (may be bought in natural food stores as rose hydrosol). This should be applied following the mask.
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Directions:
Evening primrose and vitamin E capsules should be opened, and the oils should be put in a bowl. Oats should be ground into a fine powder if you plan to use them. Except for the rosewater, combine all the other ingredients. The paste should have a spreadable but not “soupy” consistency similar to chocolate icing on a cake. Cleanse your face and neck, then apply the mask, and wait
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Style on Main provided this Tea with chamomile to treat acne 3. Gosh, You Are Smooth! The next step is to shut your pores. It is known that chamomile has advantages comparable to those of medications with analgesic and anti-inflammatory properties. Chamomile helps reduce acne-related irritation when used topically.
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By preparing a very strong (infusion) tea with 3–4 chamomile tea bags (or 2 handfuls of the dried chamomile), you can create your own chamomile astringent. Use on a cotton pad all over your face twice each day when it has cooled. Refrigerate any leftovers, but eat them up within two days or throw them away.
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offered by Style on Main Witch Hazel acne treatment 4. Act Like a Witch! Use witch-hazel on a Q-tip three or four times on the zit if you have at least 10 to 12 hours before the date (no rubbing, just dab on the pimples for 3–4 seconds). The extract, commonly known as witch hazel, is used medicinally and aids in reducing inflammation and irritations. The bark and leaves are astringent. Do not, once more, pop the pimple! This will make a HUGE mess that makeup cannot hide.
Vegetables with leaves, supplied by Style on Main You Are Hot Enough! 5. Leafy Green Vegetables Those who enjoy “hot and spicy” meals should make a sacrifice. Avoid fried, oily, and spicy foods for roughly two weeks before THE BIG DAY.
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Style on Main Leafy Green Veggies provided 5. You Have Enough Heat! Those who enjoy “hot and spicy” meals should make a sacrifice. Avoid eating anything fried, greasy, or spicy for about two weeks before the BIG DAY. Maintain a diet high in fresh produce (all forms of green leafy vegetables are excellent), fruits (those with less sugar, like berries), and fish that is high in omega 3. Also, avoid consuming excessive amounts of orange juice and other liquids with a high sugar content.
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okadaizoirl · 1 year
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vecnasrevengerp · 1 year
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welcome home NANCY WHEELER (keira knightley fc)
hope you brought your tissues with you! be sure to check in at home or to your hotel and don’t forget to always look over your shoulder. this is hawkins, after all. 
basics
[KEIRA KNIGHTLEY, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER] When’s the last time anyone heard anything about [NANCY WHEELER]? Old friends remember them as [INVESTIGATIVE & BRAVE] but also [UPTIGHT & METICULOLUS], no wonder they’re still known as [THE DETECTIVE] around town. Today, in 2006, they are [THIRTY-NINE] and some people say they remind them of [A FRESHLY INKED PEN DABBING ONTO A NOTEPAD, RUNNING AWAY FROM HER OWN PROBLEMS, & KEEPING A HANDGUN ON HER AT ALL TIMES…. JUST IN CASE]. [lexi, 22, she/her, est].
biography
When Nancy Wheeler left for college, she had no intent of ever returning to Hawkins, Indiana for more than a holiday or a school break. After Will and El’s death and the defeat of Vecna, she felt like there was no place for her in Hawkins anymore. Mike was grieving in his own way (shutting her out), Jonathan was grieving in his own way (breaking up), and all she had was a one way ticket out of that hell hole. 
College was fun! Nancy built a little life for herself out there. She joined a sorority (much to Karen Wheeler’s happiness), eventually moving into their house come her sophomore year, became editor-in-chief of The Berkeley Beacon, had a shitty boyfriend, maintained a 4.0 GPA, and realized that maybe life could just be normal. There would always be the pang in her chest every time she returned to Hawkins that shit would hit the fan, but for four solid years, it didn’t.
After graduating with Latin honors (Summa cum laude, but who’s bragging?), she had plenty of job offers lined up, but took one at The New York Register. It was lesser known than The New York Times, but she wanted something smaller just to feel like she was making a difference. A few measly years in and Nancy was actually one of the top reporters, but she didn’t feel like she was fighting crime. As a teenager, she was fighting literal Demogorgon’s and Vecna. Reporting on petty crime and the happenings of such a big city just felt meaningless. So, she packed her bags and moved back to Hawkins. It had been years since anything happened in town, so she felt like it was a safe choice. Besides, Mike had just welcomed his son into the world and God knows he would need help.
When Mike was institutionalized, there was someone who needed to watch Luke. Nancy felt like the obvious choice. Karen was still in her prime, but her time for taking care of children was long past her, and Nancy was actually related to Mike with a decent paying job and a clean background. For just a few months, it was her and Luke. Despite not wanting children of her own, she took her role as Luke’s caretaker very seriously. It gave her a look at the life that her parents always wanted for her. A white picket fence, married to Steve Harrington, with a couple of kids, and a dog. It was a nice dream to live in for a handful of months, but it wasn’t her reality forever.
When Mike came home and Luke was no longer her number one priority, Nancy shifted her attention to The Watcher and, to be honest, she loves it. It’s exactly what she always wanted. Traveling and reporting on weird happenstances. It allows her to actually use her investigative prowess for something meaningful. If it wasn’t for how busy she was and for how arrogant Mike was, Nancy would take Luke in herself because… Well, to put it nicely, Mike’s doing a bit of a shit job (in Nancy’s opinion) in the parenting field. So, when she is home, Nancy tries to make it a priority to pick up Luke from school whenever Mike works late or if he has a school event, she’ll be in the front row. Being an aunt when Mike Wheeler is the father is a full time job!
time capsule
In 1983, Nancy Wheeler put her Tigers cheerleading uniform in the capsule. She had no better use for it since she quit the team earlier that year. Her mom had made her join the team and after Barb’s death, it just didn’t seem worth it to be a part of something she disliked. Besides, it felt like a right of passage after everything that happened that year. It felt like a way of her saying goodbye to her childhood and the girl she once was.
In 1984, Nancy Wheeler put Barb’s obituary in the time capsule. She had died the year prior, but it was only “confirmed” that year. Nancy hoped it would keep people remembering her when it was eventually dug up.
In 1985, Nancy put a Jazzercise coupon that she never used in the time capsule. Her mom gave it to her, but the summer of 1985, she was a bit more than preoccupied. So, into the time capsule it went. Maybe Jazzercise would survive the test of time. 
In 1986, Nancy threw her diary in the time capsule. She no longer had a use for it and honestly, the last thing she wanted to remember was how she pined for both Steve Harrington and Jonathan Byers in high school. 
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Athletics (How Athletic are they?) - 1
Burglary (Can they swipe stuff?) - -1
Contacts (Do they know people with information?) - 3
Crafts (Sewing, mending, basket making, weaving, etc. etc.) - 2
Deceive (Are they a good liar?) - -2
Drive (like, actual driving ability) - 2
Empathy (On a scale of 1-10 how much of an empath are they?) - 2
Fight (Do they have hands?) - 0
Investigate (Can they sleuth?) - 3
Lore (Kinda like knowledge) - 1
Medicine (First Aid Essentially) - -2
Navigation (How good are they with a map/getting around?) - -3
Notice (Is your character observant?) - 2
Provoke (Are they a shit disturber?) - -3
Rapport (Are they charming? Can they do it on cammand?) - 2
Resourcefulness (MacGyver scale) - 1
Stealth (Are they sneaky?) - 3
Will (Tenacity) - 2
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pi-mimi-for-hire · 1 year
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IN CHARACTER TASK 004 : INTERROGATIONS
mentioned: @charfletchh @n8-shaw​​
Nothing about this right. She should feel safer with the FBI around, with her lawyer sister walking in with her as she faced yet another interrogation. From the mystery notes to the leaked time capsule videos, it was clear that something bigger was going on than a some threatening text messages. A part of her wanted to spill everyone as she sat in front of the agents, to tell them everything she knew. Laura Madison-Bhatt, her sister, shot her look that made her shut her mouth. 
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“Thank you for coming in, Miss Madison-Bhatt.” Agent Choi says with a kind smile. Mimi returns it half-heartedly. 
“You can call me, Mimi. My last name is a mouthful.” She offers, glancing at Laura who nods approvingly. Mimi’s eyes catch Agent Murray’s. Those dark eyes analyze her in way that has Mimi shifting in her seat. 
“I imagine this must be fascinating to you. I hear you are a budding detective.” It would be fascinating if she wasn’t the one being interrogated. “You ever thought about joining the bureau? Like your parents?” Mimi smiles shyly, avoiding the handsome agent’s eyes. Agent Choi was the perfect person for the I can help you if you work with me angle. “One day, maybe. Have you met by dads?” 
“I’ve consulted with them.” Agent Murray speaks up from the corner of the room. “They are good people.” 
“Our parents are not relevant to the matter at hand.” Laura cuts in. She was the picture of cool and collected compared to her little sister’s obvious discomfort. “I request that you ask your questions so my client can get back to her finals.”
“Fair enough. Can you talk about your time capsule video? Give us some context for the clip that was leaked?” Agent Choi asks gently. 
A frown comes to her as Mimi bites on her lip. “I made that video the summer before this semester. I wasn’t sure if I would be coming back to Ogden. My freshman year had been rough and all I could think about was how it wouldn’t get better.” She shared. Her eyes became blurry at the thought. Agent Choi offers her a tissue which she quickly takes to dab at her eyes. “It was supposed to be positive. One of those keep going type messages. Whoever leaked it kept that part out.” 
“Were you aware that Greer Morrison had submitted a video at the end of last year?”  
Her face scrunched at the question. She had reiterated many times that Greer and her were not friendly and they still asked the same question. The effort was applaudable. If you ask the same question enough times, a slip can occur. “No, I do not.” She had to stay firm, stay confident.
“Had you ever heard of anything regarding THE NAIVE NEWCOMER using steroids?”
Mimi blinked. “Is that true?” They don’t answer. It didn’t make sense. Kit had the look of a poster boy for an anti-drug campaign. No, there was something wrong here. The agents had to be fishing for information. “Kit did not seem like the type. He wouldn’t do something like that.” It wasn’t plausible. 
“Are you confident?” One of the agents asks. “Yes.” No. 
“Had Greer brought up breaking up with him ever? Or anything of the sort, like she did in her video?” 
“Greer would never share her relationship problems with me.” Mimi explained. “I thought it was an odd pairing. Kit seemed sweet and genuine and Greer was...” Cruel, conceited, a mega bitch. A ton of different words came to mind but a sharp stare from Laura stops her from saying anything damming. “... not that.”
“Do you have any reason to believe THE GOLDEN GIRL would want to leave Ogden College?”
Mimi snorts, shaking her head rapidly. “She ran this place and unless she has another kingdom out there, no, I can’t see her leaving.” The agents nod. They seem to be silently communicating with one another as their eyes meet. Did she say the wrong thing? 
"What do you know a student named Charlotte Fletcher?"
Mimi tilts her head in confusion. “Charlie is my roommate. She's okay, I guess. We aren’t friends. She ran with Greer and her crowd and I had my own.” A  fake smile crosses her face as if she recalls something funny. “She pretended I didn’t exist for the most part, but she’s been really nice lately. It’s a complete 180. I don’t trust her.” The words slip out and the agents are quick to write something down. Oops. Laura, meanwhile, smiles. 
“And her relationship with Greer?" 
“It was… tense from my observations. It was a very fake friendship. In front of people they were besties but I could hear fights between them. I’m pretty sure she’s trying to take Greer’s spot. Someone has to be on the Iron Throne.”
A smile escapes Agent Jones. “Do you think that’s a fair comparison?” 
“Only thing missing is some dragons and white walkers, which would make things more interesting.” She replies. The formerly frowning agent chuckles, before going stoic again. 
"How about Nathaniel Shaw? His relationship with Greer?" 
Of all the names they could have brought up, Nate was not one she expected. “He worked for her family. He was the pool boy, I think.” She knew. It was one of the first things she looked into before approaching him about a side mission. “I am not too sure what their relationship was. They hung out and it seemed friendly.”  
“It’s been great talking with you, Mimi.” Officer Choi says, standing from his seat position. “I hope to see your name on the list at Quantico someday.” Mimi smiled, thanking each of them for their time. What would it take for this to be over?
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didismal · 2 years
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HI! We've followed you and your side blogs for some time now. I hope it's okay to point out, we noticed you're an avid marijuana consumer and we're new to it ourselves and had a few questions? what is the brown stuff that builds up in your pipe/bong? is it bad for you? are my lungs becoming goopy like ... my bong is?
how can i easily clean my stuff without spending a ton on cleaner?
have you had any bad experiences?
extra info? sorry to come to you with this, i know i should probably find a 420 blog to ask these questions but. we trust you, given we've been mutuals for a long while...
Hello Nony!
First of all, I would say yes, next time seek out a 420 culture blog for these sorts of questions-- because this is *supposed* to be a mental health/recovery blog. But I am very open about my marijuana use so that's fine-- and I love helping new users, so I'm happy to answer these few questions for you.
The brown gunk that builds up in your bong is called resin. it's a tarry like substance that doesn't smell very good. it will stain your clothes and it's hard to clean off surfaces.
Some people also call this "reclaim" and if you're really desperate, like you have no weed, you can scrape this resin off, form it into a decent size wad, and smoke it. though it doesnt have much THC in it and the smoke is harsh as hell. I find I use a paper clip, scrape it off, wipe it on a tissue and toss it because i personally think it's gross lol
About your lungs. Smoking is unhealthy, but I promise your lungs aren't gooping up like that, you would know it. If you begin to wheeze though (this happened to me using dab pens when the whole vaping thing was causing people to have lung issues) check how well you are breathing by doing some breathing exercises and see if you have to exert yourself. and if your breathing is struggling, you could develop something like Asthma like I did. COPD is also a risk. But, like if you smoke, i assume you know the risks of cancer and everything like that. dont need to lecture you.
But most likely if you feel short of breath or anything, you just need to take a few days break and hey, taking a few days off is good, it gives your tolerance a chance to chill out.
If you're really worried about your lungs, there are other ways to consume, like edibles, capsules, tinctures. ect.
As far as cleaning goes, I have always used 50/50 hot water and rubbing alcohol, and then just dump a wholllllle lot of salt in there. like a lot. the salt kind of acts as roughage in the bong. let that sit for 15 mins, then vigorously shake your bong over a safe surface. the warmth loosens resin, and the salt and alcohol should lift discoloration from smoke and anything stuck to the inside. it may take once or twice.
Bad experiences. I have. But my bad experiences have always come from not knowing my limit. When I was a novice user, like had only ever smoked, maybe had one edible in the past that didnt really effect me, so, when i was offered this 100mg edible i was like, hell yeah!! i took it as we went into the theater, as soon as the movie was over, i walked out, couldnt walk right, collapsed, and proceeded to have a psychosomatic seizure right there in the movie theater haha. the ambulance had to be called bc i was apparently shrieking and crying (apparently in seizures the vocal chords can activate(?) or be constricted and cause the person to scream or shriek in very strained ways so it was quite the um. display.
The only other time i had a bad experience and it wasnt even that bad per say, I've experienced a few hallucinations while really high. one made me think i was having a stroke because the side of my face started drooping, but i took a picture of myself and saw that i was fine so it didnt last long.
That isn't to scare you away, but sometimes weird things happen if you mix meds with drugs. extra info: try out some things while high, like drawing, writing, poetry, and then set it aside, look at it again when you're sober. sometimes it can either be very spectacular what your mind creates under the influence. or it can be really funny.
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In a land obsessed with time and space, Volo is generous with both. They often cross paths in the Fieldlands as Akari steadily earns her way forward in the Corps, and Volo is always happy to give her pointers or a nudge in the right direction. He teaches her about the native plant life, what can be used and what should be avoided. Under his tutelage, Akari mashes berries and King's Leaf into a paste that can soothe her bruised Pokemon and smells delightfully crisp. When she's done, he dabs a bit on his own wrist, banged up from an encounter from an especially aggressive Paras.
"Just leave this on a few minutes before washing it off - the oil will sink in pretty quickly, but you still might have trouble if any of your Pokemon are particularly fidgety."
"Hear that, Oshawott? You're going to have to sit still for longer than five seconds." The otter squeaks indignantly but allows her to massage a bit of the balm into his tail.
"Good boy," she coos as her preens at the praise. "Now, tell the nice merchant 'thank you!"
Oshawott squeaks again, this time a considerably more friendly sound aimed at Volo, who kneels and shakes Oshawott's tiny paw between his thumb and forefinger.
"You're very welcome, little guy!"
"Are you headed back to Jubilife?" she asks as he stands again, hefting his pack.
"Mm, mot quite yet - I heard a bit of talk about a rather unusual-looking Pontya around Horseshoe. Thought I'd go check it out."
"Would you mind a bit of company?"
"Not at all - do you know where I could find some?" Akari rolls her eyes at him and calls Oshawott back to his capsule.
"No, I suppose I don't. Think you can put up with me instead?" She slips her own satchel over one shoulder and begins walking. Volo trails along behind a moment before his long legs catch up properly.
"I think I can manage that."
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coricomile · 2 years
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Tagged by @darkangel0410! I feel like it’s the old days of LJ again and I am so pleased.
Where do you publish your work?
AO3. Branding is secure- Coricomile over there, too. I do wish I hadn’t deleted my LJ some days, or that I could recover it. A lot of bb me’s history has been lost and I regret that.
What medium/application/etc. do you write in or with?
Google Docs. I am an avid “write on the phone when you think of stuff” author and it’s easy to swap between phone and laptop. Plus, it makes it infinitely easier for betas.
Do you collaborate with others?
For bangs, mostly. I’d love to do more active collabs like I once did with He Who Will Not Be Named for Bandom, but it’s gotten much harder to forge those kinds of bonds. For me at least.
How much editing do you do before you publish?
If it’s an exchange or a bang- you know, something for someone- I’ll reach out for a beta and sometimes an alpha reader. If it’s just something I’ve written for me, I’ll do a readthrough and a SPAG check, but boy I always notice those typos I missed when I read the fic back a year or so later. /o\
Do you listen to music when you write?
Usually. It’s hard for me to focus if I don’t have noise happening in the background. I don’t really do playlists or ~themes. It’s mostly just my massive “every song I’ve ever liked” playlist on shuffle.
How do you decide what to write about?
Brain bugs. I’ll watch something and think “blorbos could do that this way…” or just be minding my own business and think “hey, what if x did y?”. My ideas are mostly plucked from nowhere and pound at the brain door until I write them down.
When do you write?
When I’ve got the spoons. It’s been like pulling teeth recently, so not as much as I used to. Sometimes the words just trip over each other until they’re fully out and sometimes I have to use a sledgehammer. I’m currently in sledgehammer mode and it is my least favorite way to write.
How often do you write?
See above about spoons, but also when I have an idea that’s hit me just right.
Do you take requests? Why/why not?
I do :D They rarely ever come in, but I adore them. It’s flattering to know someone wants to know your take on a prompt and I do so much better when I have a person waiting for something than if I’m the person I’m writing for. @darkangel0410 commissioned a few Bandom fics back in the day, and they’re some of the ones I’m proudest of.  
Is there any genre or type of story you want to write but are hesitant to?
Eh. I’ve covered a pretty broad spectrum over my writing history. I love horror and thrillers, but I have a bit of a stumble as I’m writing because *I* know the twists so they seem *super* obvious, but I get a ton of glee when I’ve surprised a reader.
Any inspirational quotes, videos, tricks, articles, etc. that help you stay motivated?
Mostly a deadline. Not very inspirational, lol, but it works for me.
Go to page 7 of your WIP, skip to the 7th line, and share 7 sentences.
Ahahaha, the 7th of 7th is smack dab in the middle of a porn scene, so we’re modifying a bit:
Without Dean, the capsule toys weren't worth the money spent. Neither were the tattoos, really. Not when he had to wash them off before he could show them off, or when the thin film would tear because he'd had to twist his arm too far to reach. Those went first, followed by the telenovelas.
He couldn’t speak Spanish very well, but he could understand basic sentences. If he really focused, he could follow along with what was happening in the moment, if not the general plot, but without the context it didn't make any sense anyway. A few times he turned to the seat next to him to ask about one of Dean’s characters when a familiar favorite face showed up, mouth closing before he had the chance to speak to thin air.
Tagging: @samshinechester @compo67@itstartledme Uh. Also more folks that want to play :D
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siderealhour · 2 years
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My 1:10 scale model of my cushion
(Its soo cute!!)
Ended up using some sand and paint mixed to replicate the texture of the magma glaze.
I've also dabbed some of the capsules with teatree oil so they also have scented properties.
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drowningferret-x · 2 years
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Took my Olly Ultra Sleep gel capsules, three massive dabs, and one thc gummy. Now to smoke a chillum pack while I wait for the sleep capsules and thc gummy to knock me out.
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hippiemikelove-blog · 20 days
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cannabiscon · 2 months
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Best Way to Consume Marijuana Without Smoking
Consuming marijuana without smoking is a common preference for individuals who want to avoid the health risks associated with smoking. There are several alternative methods of consuming marijuana that do not involve inhaling smoke. Here are some popular options:
Edibles: What it is: Edibles are food products infused with marijuana, typically in the form of cannabis-infused butter or oil. How to use: Consumers can enjoy a wide range of edibles, including brownies, cookies, gummies, chocolates, and more. The effects take longer to kick in compared to smoking, but they tend to last longer. Considerations: Start with a low dose and be patient, as it can take 30 minutes to 2 hours for the effects to manifest. Overconsumption can lead to intense and prolonged effects.
Tinctures: What it is: Tinctures are liquid extracts of cannabis, usually alcohol-based, that can be consumed sublingually (under the tongue) or added to food or beverages. How to use: Tinctures often come with a dropper for precise dosing. Users can place a few drops under the tongue for faster absorption or add them to drinks or food. Considerations: Tinctures provide a discreet and controlled method of consumption, and the effects can be felt relatively quickly.
Capsules: What it is: Cannabis capsules contain measured doses of THC or CBD and are ingested like traditional pills. How to use: Swallow the capsule with water. Capsules offer precise dosing, and their effects are similar to edibles but may take a bit longer to kick in. Considerations: Capsules provide a convenient and tasteless way to consume cannabis, making them suitable for those who prefer a pharmaceutical-style approach.
Vaporization (Vaping): What it is: Vaporizers heat cannabis at a lower temperature than smoking, releasing vapor instead of smoke. How to use: Load dried flower or cannabis oil into a vaporizer. Inhale the vapor, which is typically smoother than smoke. Considerations: Vaping is considered a healthier alternative to smoking, as it produces fewer harmful byproducts. Portable and desktop vaporizers are available for various preferences.
Topicals: What it is: Cannabis-infused creams, balms, or lotions applied directly to the skin. How to use: Apply the topical to the desired area. The cannabinoids are absorbed through the skin, providing localized relief without a psychoactive effect. Considerations: Topicals are popular for their therapeutic benefits without causing a "high."
Beverages: What it is: Cannabis-infused beverages, such as teas, coffees, sodas, or juices. How to use: Consume as you would any regular beverage. Effects may take longer to set in compared to smoking. Considerations: Cannabis beverages offer a discreet way to consume marijuana, and the onset of effects is generally slower than with smoking or vaping.
Dabbing: What it is: Dabbing involves vaporizing concentrated cannabis extracts, such as wax or shatter, using a specialized dab rig. How to use: Dab a small amount of the concentrate onto a hot surface and inhale the vapor through a dab rig. Considerations: Dabbing is a potent method of consumption and is generally recommended for experienced users.
It's crucial to note that individual responses to marijuana can vary, and factors such as tolerance, body weight, and metabolism can influence the effects. Always start with a low dose, especially with edibles, as their onset is slower, and effects can be more intense and long-lasting. Additionally, be aware of local laws and regulations surrounding marijuana use, as they can vary widely.
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