‘So Good!’

for all the stoner muses out there, because why not? feel free to combine action & word prompts, change any pronouns, and provide any needed context. (obvious) cw for drug usage, weed, and smoking, & a quick disclaimer that this meme is not meant to encourage or condone any potential illegal activity or unhealthy coping behaviors.

WORDS. ❝ hey, want a hit? ❞ ❝ have you ever even smoked weed before? ❞ ❝ if you're gonna smoke, please take it outside. ❞ ❝ do you prefer edibles or smoking? ❞ ❝ which strain is this from? ❞ ❝ it's mine, so i call dibs on the first hit. ❞ ❝ what kinds of weed do you even have? ❞ ❝ this hits so hard, it's so nice. ❞ ❝ you're such a lightweight, it's so funny. ❞ ❝ i've only taken one hit and i already feel stoned. ❞ ❝ how much did you even have? you're acting totally out of character. ❞ ❝ i don't even remember how much i had. ❞ ❝ that's it, i'm getting stoned tonight. ❞ ❝ yeah, you're high as fuck right now. ❞ ❝ you did not just smoke/vape in my kitchen. ❞ ❝ the last time i got stoned, i cried while both eating cereal and watching tv until 3 in the morning. ❞ ❝ mind if i have a smoke? ❞ ❝ you don't have to have any if you don't want to. ❞

Happy October!!! Here's some starters to kick off the Halloween Event. These are a great way to get started interacting with everyone else participating! Feel free to alter as needed.

"Woah is that you ____?"

"What happened to me/you?!"

"I'm freaking out!"

"You look... different."

"You look at home in this place."

"You fit in here."

"Shall we take a look around?"

"What the hell just happened?!"

"Who's the dancing skeleton?"

"Why is that dancing skeleton on fire?"

"So this guy is just like Santa, but for Halloween?"

"Wait, is that THE Jack Skellington?"

"The Pumpkin King?"

"Do you think I can get his autograph?"

"You KNOW Jack Skellington?"

"Have you been here before?"

"Can you show me around?"

"I can show you around if you like."

"Everybody's staring."

"I don't feel so good..."

"It's so cold..."

"Bats! Bats everywhere!"

"There's a bat in my hair!"

"There's rats everywhere!"

" What are you supposed to be?"

"Hey, you're freaking me out here."

"What do I look like?"

"I feel really... strange..."

"Is that a clown? I hate clowns..."

"Am I still cute/handsome?"

"I don't like the way the wolfman is looking at me."

"Those witches are eyeing you up."

"Whatever's in that cauldron looks disgusting."

"Whatever's in that cauldron smells really good."

"Is that the fucking Grim Reaper?"

"Do you have a napkin? This guy is melting all over me."

"These zombies are crowding me."

"This tree with the hanging skeletons is following me..."

"Shall we check out the rest of the town?"

"Let's check out that spiral hill."

"Wanna walk through the pumpkin patch?"

"I feel really hungry/thirsty all of a sudden..."

"Which way is the hotel?"

"Shall we stay at the dead and breakfast or Hotel Transylvania?"

"I just stepped in a pumpkin."

"These pumpkins are watching us..."

"Those crows are watching us..."

"The hotel is through the graveyard."

"Shall we go check in?"

"Woah, this hotel is huge!"

"Why's Count Dracula running a hotel anyway?"

"The real Count Dracula is here? Like 'bleh bleh bleh'?

"Hey look, this place has a pool."

"Is that Frankenstein?"

"Actually it's Frankenstein's monster."

"What's your room like?"

"I can't find my room."

"What floor are you on?"

"Need a hand?"

"Are those shrunken heads on the doors?

"I'm lost."

"Can you stick with me? I'm scared..."

"Look, this place has five stars on tripadvisor."

"It's pet friendly too."

"The rooms have a minibar!"

"There's a live DJ every night."

"Let's check out the dining room/bar."

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Magic Dance: your muse has an uncontrollable burst of magical energy every time they sing, dance, or do anything even slightly rhythmic. Anon decides length.

Just As I Can Be Cruel: any time someone is unkind to your muse, no matter the severity, they will be inexplicably drawn to return the cruelty in equal measure. Anon decides length.

Fear Me, Love Me, Do As I Say: your muse has to obey a person of the anon's choosing, and though their mind remains unaffected by the spell, their body has no choice but to obey. Anon decides length.

You Have No Power Over Me: your muse is immune to magic, super powers, or any form of unnatural harm. Anon decides length.

Info: A magic!anon is an anonymous ask that can curse (or bless) the muse. Please keep in mind not every blog likes m!as and they have the right to refuse if they don’t feel comfortable with it. The Mun decides how long the curse lasts. TSP Ultra Deluxe Spoilers ahead!

The Bucket: Muse is unnaturally obsessed with an item or a person for x amount of time. 

The Narrator: Someone is narrating the muse’s every action. 

The Player: Someone else is controlling your muse - either unknown or another muse.

The Adventure Line™: Your muse has a bright yellow line directing them where they have to / want to go. Accurate or not is up to the mun!

The Wife: Your muse suddenly has a wife! 

The Skip Button: People have the chance to skip your muse’s dialogue, however every time they press it, your muse sees them as frozen in place. Every time they press the button, the amount of time being skipped ahead becomes longer and longer. 

3/33/33: Your muse suddenly has an overwhelming fascination (or fear) of the number three…

432: Your muse spirals into insanity. 

Jim: Your muse is called Jim now. Or at least, everyone is calling them that for no reason.

465: Your muse becomes a pirate

Imabird: Your muse gets the ability to float a few feet off the ground

425: There’s a double of your muse walking around!

Anon determines duration!

Split - Your muse’s soul and body has been split into numerous versions of the muse, each with a different part of the muse’s personality. Anon determines how many and what pieces of the muse’s personality.

Cruel Contract - Your muse is granted a magic related to one desire of their choosing. In return, your muse’s soul has been crystallized outside of the muse’s body. The muse cannot be more than 100 meters from the crystal else they lose control of the body and someone else must bring the crystal back to them. Damaging the crystal causes harm to the muse’s soul, and shattering it will kill them until the time duration is up.

True Shadow - The muse’s shadow has been given form. This shadow represents everything the muse keeps hidden from the world and even themselves— everything they hate and every secret desire. Looking at the shadow disgusts the muse, but injuring it brings harm to them as well.

Curse of Stone - The muse has been cursed and turned into a stone statue. They cannot speak, but they can move one one condition: they can only move when no one is looking at them. Parts can be broken off the muse, however whether or not they return upon the spell ending is up to the mun.

Hosting Mind — ( for muses that have more than one soul possessing the body such as a demon possession) The second soul that was not the original host is given a body of their own. The body is connected to the host’s in an ethereal way, but takes the ideal form of the second soul. — ( for muses without a second soul/possession ) The muse’s mind has picked up a hitchhiker, and is now hosting a second conscience of the mun’s choosing— a demon, or a new soul entirely.

Miraculous Touch of Cataclysm - Your muse’s dominant hand has become a force of destruction, while their non-dominant hand is a force of renual and life. Anything your muse touches with their dominant hand will be destroyed in one way or another, while their non-dominant hand will reverse said destruction. To activate the magic, the muse must touch the object or person with all five fingers.

Alchemical Balance - The muse has gained the ability to transmute one substance into another at will, however in return for this power they lose a part of themselves— be it an arm, leg, or sense. The anon chooses what is lost.

Worst Nightmare - The muse now has a figure they truly fear from their past following them around! This figure wants the muse in order to feed on their fear and suffering, and will stop at nothing to capture and keep them.

Face of Madness - A mask has been affixed to the muse’s face, and cannot be removed until the time is up or under circumstances the sender specifies. This mask forces the afflicted muse into a crazed state of rage, and slowly turns them into a monster. They will attack anything with a pulse, and will not stop unless subdued.

Weathered Emotions - The muse’s emotions now effect the weather wherever they are. They can create anything from small clouds and twisters to massive storms, but these phenomenon’s are dependent entirely on what they feel.

🖌

He led her inside, moving to grab hold of a pink folder with the name on it blank. The shelf he grabbed it from had two sections. New patients and old patients. The old patients had around 15 folders and the new had around 60, unused ones. He carefully sketched her name on the front and set it down on the small coffee table infront of two sofas.

He smiled at her, sitting down in his ratty lounge chair.

“Me? Gosh, well… I’m an artist! To put it in I guess more words, I’m a illustrator. I make comics and kid’s books with my best friend. You might’ve heard of it, Dogman?” He asked, taking notice of her tense and stiff posture. He wasn’t one to be shy about folks new to therapy. “I also work freelance for broadway shows as my husband is an actor and singer. I help make set pieces from time to time.” He understood it took a lot to come here so, he leaned back, his eyes not leaving her but not directly looking into her’s for long.

His attention was on her.

“I’m also a licensed art therapist. Been in the business for 3 years now. I mainly specialize in emotional and abuse recovery therapy.” He seemed serene in his explanation. Almost like it was rehearsed and yet, completely special to her and his conversation.

“How about you?”

...the relationship she had with her ex-boyfriend, who was the father of the daughter she nicknamed "Cupcake".

"We met when we were both in junior high. He was around the same age as me and when I was in college he stayed with me for a while in my apartment," she said, never bothering to mention the pearson's name. She didn't want to go through that whole mess again.

As she was talking, Karen grabbed a notepad and drew a picture of the pearson, even though she herself was not a good artist. He had the same facial features (minus the eyelashes, pigtails and buckteeth hidden inside the mouth) as Karen, except he had Blue skin, she mentioned.

Noticing Harold's perplexed look, she explained that all pears (both male and female) look exactly the same in terms of appearance, but each of them were told apart by personality, sexual characteristics, and color. And it wasn't even creepy to her.

🖌

He listened to her, writing down notes as she explained her life and her love interests and previous relationships. He was familiar with dating, the effects of it. The heartbreak, the rush. All of it. As a gay man he’s never really understood most dating culture aside from the gay perspective but he knew the issues and drama that came from dating.

And that he hated it.

A lot.

Though, he understood her stress as a single mom. Growing up with his own mother who was a single mother, he knew how hard it was raising a kid. He wrote down ‘single mother. Messy history of love. Perhaps in a future session we can explore that deeper? Discuss by self later. I’m thinking, definitely pottery.’

He leaned over, gazing at the picture of the pear shaped being and he asked her if he could use this in her file. With her answer, he carefully tucked the picture into the pink folder. “….”

“Well, I’ll say, as a man I’ve had my fair share in messy relationships. It’s apart of life, as much as it sucks. Messy breakups, due to any circumstances…I do think you recognizing you were immature before is good but… you were young and young people do stupid things. Growth comes with change. Change comes with learning.” He said, inwardly cringing at his rather stupid decisions himself. “Do you wish things went differently? Does Lawrence know about Cupcake? Perhaps he could step up.”

He was well aware of deadbeat fathers. His own being a great reference point.

….

‘Absent father to daughter.’

Next to Harold’s chair there was a cup of tea. The cup looked… horrendous. Streaks of color in a rainbow cascade and a hand crafted handle. The smell of chamomile and honey. A picture frame sat next to it, inside was a picture of two men, both with wedding rings and two kids.

Twins.

🖌

He had finished folding each blanket, preparing for his next client to come in for their session. Refilling the candy bowl and snack stand, cleaning up paint stains and other colorful messes by the painting corner.

Fixing canvases and moving finished ones to dry outside.

Soon enough, everything was ready.

At the sound of a knock, Harold turned to look at the door, straightening up his hoodie jacket and moved to open the door. “Howdy! You my 12 o’clock?” He asked, voice bright and cheerful.

// Starter @elmore-help-desk

Taking a glance at the blond-haired man before her, Karen could see the rainbow-colored nails on his fingers. And his engagement ring, which made her feel envious.

As she walked inside, she curiously looked around the small office. It was filled with positive messages, motivation posters, including the "Hang in There Cat" poster, and was decorated with bright colors and paintings of all types. It must be one of those community places, she thought. The room itself reminded her of Mr. Small and his office, despite not really interacting with him much.

🖌

He led her inside, moving to grab hold of a pink folder with the name on it blank. The shelf he grabbed it from had two sections. New patients and old patients. The old patients had around 15 folders and the new had around 60, unused ones. He carefully sketched her name on the front and set it down on the small coffee table infront of two sofas.

He smiled at her, sitting down in his ratty lounge chair.

“Me? Gosh, well… I’m an artist! To put it in I guess more words, I’m a illustrator. I make comics and kid’s books with my best friend. You might’ve heard of it, Dogman?” He asked, taking notice of her tense and stiff posture. He wasn’t one to be shy about folks new to therapy. “I also work freelance for broadway shows as my husband is an actor and singer. I help make set pieces from time to time.” He understood it took a lot to come here so, he leaned back, his eyes not leaving her but not directly looking into her’s for long.

His attention was on her.

“I’m also a licensed art therapist. Been in the business for 3 years now. I mainly specialize in emotional and abuse recovery therapy.” He seemed serene in his explanation. Almost like it was rehearsed and yet, completely special to her and his conversation.

“How about you?”

‘For Now Cheese Sandwich Was a party pony full of glee!’

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