#(drinking) cw

[cryinglittlepeople]

10 in the morning

[anextravagantliar]

actually question for the class - what was the worst injury your muse ever went through? how did it change their life and how did they fair in recovery? tangential question, how did it change their relationship with themselves? ( this does not need to be a canonical injury - perhaps there is a point in the journey outside a canonical injury that you consider a serious shift for them, why is that a focal point in your storytelling? What effect does this have later on down they line if the are injured again? )

[avoidcrowdraws]

Prompt: drunk

[gilfhunter069]

Good morning to 5 Gryffon fans in the entire world

[sage-basil]

I am not immune to the appeal of making an APPLe gijinka

[radbunctious]

GIVE ME NINE SHOTS OF BOURBON, THREE SHOTS OF GIN, FOUR MORE BEERS TO MIX THAT SHIT RIGHT IN YEA

[gengarartblog]

Bestower of Fame in a nutshell

why are shitty meme redraws always my best pieces

[amischiefofmuses]

The autism T-shirt had me laughing so hard I ended up crying- my family understand my sense of humor well. Hope everyone has an amazing crimblemas, lots of good food and time to chill out. Sending everyone all the best of vibes!!!!

[t4tav]

ASTARION WENT TO THE BEACH!! 🏖

✨ At Night ✨

Narrative under read more PLEASE read more I promise it's worth it

Oh.... oh no..... no... Astarion... glass isn't allowed on the beach....

Ok well... I trust my friends' advice. goodnight man. I'll check on you later...

😦

[sextions]

okay ive got like three twisted teas in me i have no inhibitions im gonna say it. daisuke would NOT know he has daddy issues and he knows about 2 words of therapy speak and his grasp on those words are loose at best

[wolfpackmuses]

@pxppinmolly asked: "❛ I must say what a brilliant speech you gave. ❜ - in her succubus verse for Satan :3"

From: Unprompted Ask (or a meme I can't find) || Always Accepting!

The dragon knew someone was going to come up and make a comment about his speech eventually. He didn't know how long it was actually going to take for that to happen in any regard, but he figured that with the number of people that were at Ozzie's at the time, it was going to be sooner rather than later. And sooner happened to be the case here as well. He had mainly retired to a part of the bar in the back, shrinking himself down to not take up as big of a presence at the bar itself. He was mainly trying to forget some of the things he had been dealing with the past few days, but he couldn't exactly say why so many people had wanted to take others to court.

Maybe it was just the case of someone finding a loophole and wanting to try and end someone they didn't like through legal means. This had not been something he had expected to happen, but it was something he wanted to make more official that trying to end people through Satan's court was not the best way of going about things. Sure, his court was there to maintain law throughout Hell, but he wasn't about to start just killing people left, right, and center or anything.

He swirled his drink around a bit in the cup as he looked at it, nearly being startled by the sound of someone speaking. He raised his head to glance at who happened to be approaching and gave a friendly smile to Molly as she approached the bar. He moved a bit to allow some space for her to move over and sit, if she so wanted to, but he didn't really have an idea why she was approaching him. To be fair, he didn't really ever seem to be able to figure out why people did that, but hey, he didn't mind the company sometimes.

He gave a brief chuckle at her words though before taking another sip of the drink and placing the glass back down to look her way.

❝And here I would have thought that my speech would have put everyone to sleep,❞ he chuckled softly and gave a brief nod to her as polite as he could be, ❝What have I done to have you grace my presence though? Surely one speech about my court was not enough to draw company over.❞

He imagined there was more than what met the eye here but he couldn't tell what it was just yet. If he had to guess it was just to see if someone could get with him for the evening. Again, not entirely opposed, he just liked to try and figure out what to get into before anything else happened. But, from what he could tell so far... Molly wasn't bad company. He certainly had worse before.

❝If you're at least going to be gracing me with your presence, perhaps I can at least get you a drink? I'm happy to help out in that department.❞

[cr0wl33]

do we fw oc fanfiction here

(this is the midnight burger oc from the other day,, theres more 2 this. interact if u want more mb oc fanfiction (it gets weird and gay)

[anextravagantliar]

Rava and rabbi Zeira were two men celebrating Purim together, and if you know how we celebrate Purim. we drink until we cannot tell the difference between Mordechai and Haman ( good and evil, basically ). And, well, Rava got so drunk he stood up and beat the rabbi to death. when he finally came to, he realised he had killed his rabbi and called out to God and begged for forgiveness. In the spirit of the holiday God revived him. The next year Rava went and asked if Zeira if they wanted to prepare the feast again - and zeira declined, citing miracles do not happen every day

- if this is not the most Kirkwall shit

[devilsprophet]

In no world would Kohga ever confess these things were he not plied with several large jugs of sake. As it is, the liquor makes an honest man out of the Yiga, loose lips flowing as easily as the drink in his cup: " Say, three-eyes. . . " he sways slightly, words slurred, " ‘sthere any future that ya ever see where, uhh. . . Heh, hehh, ehhh, where uh. . . me ‘n you. . . work out? "

Cursed goddess above, where the heck did that come from???

Astor had taken his fair share of drink, of course. His head was warm and spinning from the easy buzz of it all—but he was by far more sober than Kohga, who had started long before him.

And even so, his own truth slipped out through the grease of liquor.

“Work out…” he echoes, eyeing the slip of Kohga’s robe, tufts of white hair and the gleaming gold of his nipple ring peeking out.

Astor draws his attention up to Kohga’s eyes, taking another sip of his drink before he answers, “…yes. There are…a few.”

A fact he only knew because he had taken the effort to look. What a foolish waste of time.

[devilfated]

my rp partners when i propose yet another angst plot

[roschung]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ╱ @nycshqstarts !

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ╱ an upscale bar in manhattan.

The night was young, the drinks were flowing and Rosamund was in dire need of a distraction. After a rather explosive argument with her husband, the dark-haired woman was desperate for a drink, deciding to stop by her favourite bar to drown her sorrows in fine liquor — in hopes that it’d ease her stresses and help her forget about her less than perfect marriage.

Bringing her martini to her lips, she savoured the sip, her deep brown eyes glancing around her vicinity before landing on the person next to her. “What are you having? I’ll get the next round if you can keep me company. I need a distraction from thinking about my marriage.”