#I had a lot of wine

[musingmelsuinesmelancholy]

Hello! 7 in the ask game!

Hey hey! Hope you’re doing good!

Oh fuck this is hard! Esp hard to do this tipsy bahahahahah. My bronze knife ( there’s some pics of it on my blog ) I’m very fond of. My rings. A fossil stone from the coast, hagstone, I have a triad of river pebbles I use a lot! ( green white and red ). I think my all time favorite tool was a vessel I constructed from local clay used for the land spirits, it was destroyed and returned to the stream when I moved.

Oh! My stangs! One is from the coast- the same island I found my hagstone and fossil stone. The other from the property I used to live on. Both are very very dear to me for different reasons. I find them to be equally practical and esoteric.

Poetry is so nice for expressing things I either can’t, for whatever reason, explicitly talk about, or spiritual experiences I can’t adequately express otherwise.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This wine tastes like pigs blood!

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[cruentaquevivere]

It’s really hard to follow a game when you’re drunk and your usually conflict-adverse team is having all out brawls on the ice both on and off camera

[theoldkyokodied]

Uploading all my Tomgreg art at once from the past few week before season 4 hits, who knows in what kind of mental state i'm gonna be once it does :')

[bobaboob]

you ever wonder what the inciting incident was for diluc's distaste for alcohol?

what happened between the teenager who set kaeya as lookout while he stole them a bottle of wine from crepus and the adult man who never touches it despite being a winery owner and tycoon?

did it start after crepus died, when he presumably took over for him at angel's share? when he served patrons at night, did he see for the first time what it does to people who consume it without restraint? when he sees his father's wine used as a friend, lover, and executioner?

or did it start when he saw how kaeya uses it, burying his pain and grief, while his brother is forced to watch? is it just another obstacle between them as kaeya drinks to forget? as he sends his little brother home in a daze, so drunk he calls him D by mistake?

or did he once drink to forget himself, with a cold bottle on a lifeless, frozen mountain? did he crave the numbness of not feeling at all, the world reduced to white noise? did he wake up half-dead in the snow, not knowing whether he was alive or not and realizing he didn't care?

there's so much unanswered about the sudden switch from his attitude as a child about alcohol to as an adult and i have a feeling it's because diluc associates it with grief. the taste of it, to him, is a face he cannot remember anymore, the features blurry with age, and a time he wishes he could forget, etched in blood.

[sarah-cam]

is it just me or was shoupe a little hesitant when he was talking to the pogues and they brought up genrette's daughter larissa aka jj's mom

okay bear with me here... shoupe pauses before saying "i'm aware, i knew her" and then seems to be playing it off by saying "we all did, you know, small island"

later on shoupe is looking through newspaper clippings with a somber expression (which granted could be explained as him just being confused lol). one article says "the recent drowning of Larissa Groff and her infant son has raised suspicions of a possible murder-suicide stemming from postpartum depression... was found submerged in the waters of Goat Island alongside her precious baby boy, Jackson" but obviously jj is alive so either some other baby was placed with her to hide jj or it was a lie and there was no baby found... either way there's a cover up going on

we also know that luke was on the boat when larissa drowned. clearly he isn't jj's dad but he knew larissa and must have seen her die and been part of the cover up to have gotten jj

the other article shoupe looks at says "chandler groff exonerated" which implies that he may have been a suspect in larissa's death

possible explanations:

1) larissa really did commit suicide but before she did, she gave jj to luke (for some reason she trusted him??) to protect him from groff

2) luke saw groff kill larissa and try to kill jj, but luke saved jj from drowning and took him

there has to be some greater plot here though because somehow genrette knew that jj was really his grandson so why would he A) leave him alone when he is the only part of his daughter left and B) keep groff around if he really did something to larissa/jj. or did he only figure it out when the pogues got famous and he saw jj, realized he looked like larissa and did the math… but that would mean luke orchestrated the cover up by himself and he’s dumb af

now here is where i get a little crazy... what if WHAT IF groff isn't jj's biological dad like the ending implied... but SHOUPE IS

[canisalbus]

Whenever someone says "This would kill a Victorian child." Or "This would kill a medieval peasant." I have to think about Machete. Would he... would he survive eating a Dorito?

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[cats-obsessions]

For someone who is shoeless, largely covered in blood, and spends most of their time in different shapes, Orin takes very good care of her hair. It’s so long and impractical, meticulously braided and accessorized. After spending a lifetime being called a faceless monster by the public and less than enough by her kin, perhaps it’s the only part of herself she really feels is worth cherishing.

[gaemms-chamois]

Happy Winesday! 🐏🍷🪳

[stuffeddeer]

i randomly thought of pm!dazai and ada!reader and……

You shifted uncomfortably on the wooden seat, hands fiddling with the hem of the black tablecloth. Dread isn't strong enough to describe what you felt leading up to this.

"You haven't even looked at the menu, darling," Dazai smirked across from you, a glimmer of amusement in his eye.

Without your usual aggressively crude retort that always had Dazai holding back laughter, you timidly picked up the fancy, leather bound menu - hands now fiddling with the thick string keeping it sewed together rather than the tablecloth. Your gaze was thoughtless, barely registering the exorbitant dishes listed alongside exorbitant wines.

The bandaged man sighed, his frown a clear indication of his annoyance, but kept his mouth shut.

You thought back to the president’s plea with you the day before. He hadn’t expressly told you to play nice with the executive of your rival organization (he wasn’t that kind of man), but the way he asked you to stay calm and remain vigilant told you all you needed to know. Furrowed brows pointed down at the menu allowed Dazai to read your frustration.

The two of you had done nothing more than trade blows on the battlefield — usually to Dazai’s success — and yet he’d appeared at the agency one day to ask for permission to court you. Had he not been your enemy, you would have considered it sweet, dismissing that the bouquet of daisies he brought came stolen from the flowerpots of the café below. He was anxiously fiddling with the white petals, panic in his gaze when he’d accidentally pull one off the flowers. The dangerous demon prodigy of the mafia you’d been warned against time and time again was utterly smitten with you to a pitiful degree.

He seemed to have cleaned up his act since then, smirking confidently at you while leaning back in his chair across the table. Shifting, he moved forward just enough to gently push your menu down, following the action with a soft, “Hey.”

You looked up at him, taking his place as the nervous one between the two. Having succeeded in gaining your attention, Dazai rested his chin on the palms of both hands, continuing to lean in towards you.

“You’re uncomfortable.”

It wasn’t a question, merely an observation, and yet you replied as though it were. “I’m not.”

Still no witty retort. The thought caused Dazai to sigh once more, but his grin remained the same. “If you didn’t want to go on a date, why did you agree?” His tone was nonchalant, a slight shrug punctuating his question as he leans back comfortably once again, but you knew better. His finger running over the rim of his empty wine glass, gaze shifting from you to down at the table for a moment too long…

“You know why,” you choose to reply, not mentioning his nervous demeanor.

Of course Dazai knew why.

“Have you two had enough time to look over the wine menu?” A cute waitress stood at the edge of your table, a polite smile on her face and hands clasped together behind her back professionally.

Silence held still for a moment too long before you decided to speak up. “No, sorry, not quite— “

“We won’t need to.” He quietly folded up the separate wine menu, handing it back to the waitress. Your brief moment of shock quickly turned to disdain as he continued. “The bottle that should have arrived this morning will do. Under Dazai,” He spoke cockily.

This motherfucker had a bottle of wine flown in for this. He asked you out the day before, so how long has he had this planned out?

The waitress politely took the wine menu from him, her eyes lighting up momentarily as she realized who he was. “Ah, Mr. Dazai! We’ll have that out for you shortly. Our owner wanted me to commend you on your great taste. It’s a shame she couldn’t be here in person.”

A dismissive wave of his hand sends the waitress away, leaving to grab whatever bottle he specifically ordered.

“What’s the occasion?” You spoke distastefully, forgetting yourself for a moment. Instead of tripping over your words to save the moment, you just let out a low breath and waited for him to respond.

“Why, it’s to commemorate our first date. Even if you only agreed to appease me, I still want it to be special…” He trailed off, words turning soft before he cleared his throat. “You deserve only the best, darling. I ordered the most expensive wine for us tonight: a 1992 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon. The price comes from the vastly small quantities of bottles ever produced. I had the owner track down a bottle and paid her the difference.”

“Oh, how kind,” you spoke awkwardly. “I don’t really drink, though.”

Tense, awkward silence practically stung the two of you. Dazai felt so stupid; the first time he actually likes someone, and he couldn’t even figure out what you like in preparation! Chuuya had guaranteed this bottle would impress you, but you didn’t even like wine.

Dazai stood up abruptly, his face unreadable for a moment.

“But, um, I’m fine trying it! Like you said, it should be special!” You figured your recovery attempt was poor as Dazai spun away from you, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his fancy suit pants.

“Let’s go.”

The waitress watched in shock as the two of you leave the restaurant, clutching the $500,000 bottle of wine in her hands.

You’d been following silently behind Dazai for a few minutes, and with his quick pace, your legs were starting to ache. The fancy shoes you’d donned were killing your heels - you could practically feel the blisters forming. But still, you remained quiet. What would he do now? You pretty much ruined his whole plan, told him you weren’t interested, and made him waste a bottle of wine you didn’t want to begin guessing the price of. It was a 1992 Something Eagle… What was it? You’d definitely ask Yosano when you saw her next at work.

Suddenly, Dazai stops in front of a small curry shop. The place looked cheap when compared to the restaurant you were just in, and the idea of Dazai being well versed in the place felt like a joke. You two were visibly out of place in the joint, something that only hit you as he held open the door, letting you walk inside ahead of him. The place was well kept, but clearly not a restaurant you’d wear a suit and tie to, which is what Dazai was happily flaunting in the original restaurant just a few minutes prior.

“We’ll both take the usual, please,” Dazai speaks to the man behind the counter, who happily smiles and begins dishing out two plates of curry.

Your date pulls out a chair for you at the counter, pushing it in gentlemanly once you sit down before taking the seat next to you. “Thank you” is muttered by the both of you as the bowls of curry are placed in front of you.

The only sound was the clattering of dishes as the attendant cleaned and you and Dazai ate. After a moment, he started whining, tongue sticking out as he complained about how hot it was. The view was… welcoming. It was nice to see Dazai in a state that wasn’t so perfect. You figured all the anxious fiddling you’d been exposed to earlier (and the day prior) was an act, but you were starting to view all of it as genuine. Maybe he really did just want a chance with you.

The soft laughter you let out had Dazai turning to you with hearts in his singular visible eye, cheeks red (from the spicy curry, of course) and breath still. “The infamous Demon Prodigy can’t handle his spice?” You smirked, and for the first time in two days, Dazai relaxed. That was a witty retort, wasn’t it? You were feeling more comfortable.

“Wow,” he spoke breathlessly, completely enamored with you for a moment before clearing his throat. “I mean, wow. I can’t believe you’d make fun of me for not eating spicy foods.”

You chuckled, and Dazai swore he was in heaven. He got you to laugh twice. “Honestly I'd expected someone in your position to stomach the spiciest of foods with crazy-high tolerance,” you rested your chin onto your palm, leaning in towards Dazai.

“Well, I expected you to have terrible spice tolerance, so ha.” His response was bad, but the glimmer of amusement that flickered in your eyes made him not care.

“Hey, thanks for this. I don’t much care for stuffy restaurants like that.” You took a bite, not even flinching as you swallowed the spicy curry.

“I just wished I had the foresight to take you here first.” Another silence settled between the two of you, this one much more comfortable. “And… I’m sorry. I should’ve realized you’d feel forced to accept my invitation. After today, we can go back to only seeing each other in battle.”

“Hm,” you hummed, swallowing the curry you bit into as he started talking. “Honestly, this was still one of the better dates I’ve been on, if not entirely weird. Maybe we could hang out outside of work. As friends, of course.”

“Just friends?” Dazai let out a dramatic gasp, hand over his heart as he nearly fell out of his chair. “But Romeo and Juliet were a romantic pair! How are we to take over their destinies?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but the corner of your lips quirked up in amusement. “Their destinies were to kill themselves.”

“Exactly! And how are we expected to reach that point as just friends?” Dazai whined childishly, an exaggerated pout jutting out his bottom lip.

“Maybe we can revisit the topic in the future.”

[nikki-tine]

Hoo boy, Guess who! This guy was surprisingly hard to be faithful to the original style with so I went “fuck it” and did my own interpretation of the guy c: I love the Tickle monster, he’s so friend-shaped!

This is fanart for @eldelascosquillas-blog!

[of-mutts-and-men]

I cannot touch myself today my dick hurts too much from days in a row. But,,,, frotting with a giant werewolf cock in between us,,, imagine..*cums and dies*

[sp00kymulderr]

the thing is I can spend an evening feeling miserable and unknown but then I log on to here, or the brainrot club, or message a friend, and it's like. Yeah. Love is there. It never left. You just gotta break through the distractions and see the important things

[milkweedman]

My mom mailed me a package of merino felting fiber. I do kinda hate merino, but while I needle felt I'm much more likely to spin all this than felt it. So I am blending it into rolags to spin in a random order. The top row is what she sent (there were two bundles of the lightest color; I took this after doing one).

Will update with what I get. Last time I tried this I absolutely hated the resulting rolags, which then spun up into a skein I loved. So I have high hopes, or at least middling hopes, to get a nice colorway out of this. I added some other stuff from my stash (bottom row) to spice it up slightly.

[fanaticsnail]

The way that all of the anons are flirting with one another in my ask box right now is just giving me life. Today has been a bad pain day for my silly arm issue, and it has been an absolutely beautiful distraction from the agony. I am feeling like the third wheel in the absolute best way, I ship you all.

I am also drinking Pinot Noir.