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The O(ccasionally)samu D(runk)azai
#drunk dazai bc hes the actual alcoholic one#also bc i wanted a very flustered chuuya#YES EVEN IF THEYRE MARRIED ALREADY BC WHY NOT#i hc drunk dazai is still pretty alert but then if he realizes its someone he someone he can trust (chuuya etc) he just goes soft boy mode#soft honest boy ehehe#also occasionally emotional and vulnerable and validation/reassurance seeking and chuuya always knows#okay i will stop rambling this was rotting my mind the past few days#playing wasia project's ur so pretty on the background when i was drawing these#behold. my therapy (real)#bsd#skk#my art#sketch#sketches#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#established skk
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the fact that aegon (presumably) went to the same brothel for his first time he took young aemond to later… something about how abuse begets abuse and how we perpetuate these cycles without realizing the harm we‘re causing and the abuse we suffered ourselves…..
#aegon ii targaryen#my alcoholic and hypersexual aegon due to SA hcs getting so vindicated rn#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen#hotd#ales.txt
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Alt version of this post bc too many people asked for both <3
It's Saturday night and, like almost every Saturday night, Eddie wishes he didn't have to be at some jock party. The flashing lights, the scent of cheap mixed drinks, the incredibly mediocre loud music... And worst of all, the fucking jocks. Everywhere.
'Eddie!'
He looks up to find Steve, with a dopey smile on his face, basically skipping towards him and throwing his arms around his neck. Oh. He didn't know Steve still went to parties like those. Hadn't seen him at any of them in a while. But as soon as he gets wrapped up in an enthusiastic full-body hug, he decides there's one jock, and one jock only, that he doesn't mind running into at those parties.
'Eddie, what're you doin' here?' There's an unfocused look in his eyes and he wobbles on his legs a little bit, grabbing tighter onto Eddie for support. The touch burns through Eddie's t-shirt and he tries to ignore the shiver running down his spine.
'I didn't know you liked parties!' Steve drops his voice, slurring: 'I thought you hated the jocks.'
Eddie can't help but smile. 'I hate all jocks but one, big boy,' he tells Steve. 'Not here to party, only to get some cash.' He rattles with the metal lunchbox in his hands to illustrate his point. 'Can you let me go now so I can get on with my business, pretty please?'
'Noooo,' Steve says with an exaggerated pout. 'I'm too happy you're here! Dance with me!'
Eddie chuckles. 'I don't think you're in any state to dance right now. Jesus, Stevie, I don't think I've ever seen you this wasted before. Thought you were planning to pick up a girl tonight?'
'I was,' Steve says, suddenly sounding oddly serious. 'But it doesn't matter. Just needed to forget. The rum helped, too.' He frowns. 'Til you showed up.'
'Forget what?' Eddie asks, trying to make sense of this drunken string of words.
Something happens; something that's been happening quite often lately. Steve's eyes flash downwards, just for a second, right to where Eddie's lips are.
Eddie's heartbeat involuntarily picks up speed.
'What did you need to forget, Steve?' Eddie asks again.
'Can't tell you,' Steve mumbles so softly that Eddie can barely make it out over the loud music. 'I don't wanna make you feel guilty. I'm not judging you, y'know. 'S fine.'
He abruptly lets go of Eddie and takes a step away from him, stumbling right into some girl who pushes him back with an annoyed scoff; if Eddie weren't still standing right behind him, he would've fallen on his ass for sure.
'Alright, you're not making any sense tonight, big boy, but I can't in good conscience let you stay here by yourself. How 'bout I'll drive you home?'
Eddie glances at his watch. If he hurries, he can probably still be back to do what he came here for before the good part of the party is over. He does kinda need the cash.
'Can't,' says Steve. 'Can't go home with you.' Something in his voice is breaking and suddenly there are tears in his eyes, and Eddie still doesn't understand what's wrong; he feels like he's overlooking something huge, something that should be obvious.
'Let's just go outside to talk, then?' he suggests.
'Can't. Dance with me, Eddie.'
But when Eddie starts gently tugging Steve towards the open door leading to the garden, Steve easily lets himself be led outside. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath when the cool night air reaches his lungs, as if one gulp of fresh air will instantly make him sober up. But he's still swaying on his feet, making Eddie grab onto him tighter.
Eddie likes to think of himself as moderately strong, but unfortunately, hauling 180 pounds of muscled jock around is starting to take its toll on him. He spots a bench in a secluded corner of the garden and guides Steve towards it.
'This better?' he asks.
'Yeah,' Steve breathes out. Even now that they're both sitting down, Steve keeps clinging onto him. 'Look at the stars, Eddie.'
Eddie looks up at the scattering of lights twinkling far above them - but he can feel Steve's eyes still burning into his face.
When he directs his gaze back to the guy sitting next to him, Steve's face is even closer than before. The starlight is reflected in his hazy eyes, tiny specks of silver hidden in various shades of brown and black.
'I wish I could kiss you,' Steve whispers, looking at Eddie with nothing but admiration behind that glassy drunk gaze.
Eddie almost forgets to breathe. He knows that it seemed like he and Steve were headed exactly toward something like this for a while now, but he still can hardly believe that it is real. That Steve Harrington is really looking at him like he's just as precious as the stars in the sky above them.
He brings up a hand, gently caresses Steve's soft cheek.
'Maybe you don't have to wish,' he whispers back, unable to stop his eyes from flashing towards Steve's beautiful lips for a moment. 'Tomorrow. When you're not drunk anymore. If you still remember this.'
'No.' Steve shakes his head, so fiercely it makes his hair flap in all directions and his complexion at least two shades paler. 'Can't.'
'Why do you keep saying that, Steve?' Eddie asks softly.
'Cause.' For a moment Eddie thinks Steve is gonna grab his ass, but then... he randomly frees Eddie's handkerchief – the one with the skulls – from his back pocket.
'Cause of the Russians.'
Eddie can only stare at him in confusion.
'They tied me up,' Steve all but whispers. Eddie hates how small and broken his voice suddenly sounds.
He has always known – broadly speaking – about what happened to Steve and Robin miles beneath Starcourt last year. He's never actually heard Steve talk about the details, though. All he knows is that he and Robin were captured by Russian spies and somehow made it out alive. He could always see how difficult it was for Steve to talk about it whenever it came up, but he never wanted to pry. And now here they are, at some goddamn high school jock party of all places, and all of a sudden Steve willingly brings it up.
'I was with Robin,' Steve continues, still in that scared and broken voice. 'And they tied us to a chair. We couldn't move. And they – they hurt me. They hit me. 'Til I was bleeding all over. I thought I was gonna die. Robin thought I was dead.'
'Jesus Christ, Steve,' Eddie breathes out, tightening his grip around Steve's torso.
'So I can't,' Steve mumbles, holding up Eddie's handkerchief as if it's some kind of logical explanation for whatever it is he's trying to tell Eddie.
'Wh- What?'
'I know what it means, Eddie,' he says, as if he's even remotely making sense right now. 'You know John?'
'Who the hell is John?' Eddie only keeps finding himself more and more lost in this conversation.
'My cousin,' Steve says, like it's obvious, like he's ever talked about some cousin named John to Eddie before. 'The one in New York. He knows all about that shit, right? He sends me the good magazines sometimes when my parents aren't home. That's how I know.'
'Know what?'
Steve only waves around with that stupid handkerchief again.
'You're flagging, aren't ya? You like pain. Like BS... BM...'
Eddie feels his jaw drop.
'What the fuck are you talking about?' he asks. 'It's – this is a metal thing. It looks metal. I literally have no idea what you're – flagging?'
Now Steve's face finally mirrors the confusion Eddie has been feeling for the past ten minutes.
'Are you serious?' he asks, for one second showing more clarity in his eyes than Eddie has seen all evening.
Eddie nods.
'So it's not...' Steve stops himself, swallows, frowns. 'You're not into, like, hurting people and shit?'
And finally, it all clicks together in Eddie's mind: the repeated chorus of I can't, the story about the Russians, the goddamn handkerchief... Flagging. BDSM.
'Why the hell would I get off on hurting you, Steve?' is all he can get out of his mouth.
And Steve honest-to-Satan starts giggling; it sounds so relieved that Eddie kinda feels like giggling too, scary metal image be damned.
'I dunno, it's more common than you think,' Steve mumbles. 'I wouldn't judge you, alright? But I knew I could never give you that. No matter how much I like you. And then you'd get bored of me.'
'Oh, Steve,' Eddie whispers out. 'You don't need to worry 'bout that, I swear. For all I care, we can have the most vanilla sex in the world forever. Or never have sex at all. As long as it's with you... I'm good.' Eddie cringes as soon as the words leave his mouth: it sounds too cheesy, too sincere. He kinda hopes Steve will have forgotten this particular part of their conversation tomorrow morning.
But Steve doesn't look at him like he thinks it's stupid at all: his eyes are wide and he's smiling a soft smile.
'You sure? You won't get bored?'
Eddie chuckles. Now that he's being too goddamn cheesy anyway, he might as well double down on it. 'I can't imagine getting bored of getting to hold this body in a million fucking years. In any way you'll have me.'
Steve heaves out a relieved sigh before he buries his head against Eddie's chest.
'Can I bring you home, now?' Eddie asks.
There's a twinkle in Steve's eyes when he lifts his head again.
'Ooohhh... You wanna have the most vanilla sex in the world with me now?'
A chortle escapes Eddie's lungs.
'Um, maybe tomorrow, when you're not drunk off your ass,' he answers with a wink. 'For tonight, just lemme get you to bed, 'kay?'
'Okay, big boy,' Steve answers, and Eddie can't help but laugh before he presses a kiss against Steve's forehead.
#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#thought i'd finally put in my own 2 cents about them hanky debate#if you even care#seriously have fun with your hc's however you like but#let's address the trauma here alright#(and let them have the most boring vanilla sex forever i guess)#can you tell i'm in my soft steddie era?#I JUST NEED THEM TO BE SOFT GODDAMNIT#maybe it's my own yearning but LET THEM BE SOFT#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#fanfic#fruity ficlet#tw alcohol
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Ponyboy’s the kinda guy to get so stressed out w/ homework he ends up EATING the paper 💀
#darry came home early once and saw him sitting at the kitchen table sobbing while he angrily tore the paper w/ his teeth#other times he’ll sit there w/ a pepsi and tears streaming down his face like a sad alcoholic in a bar#the outsiders#the outsiders headcanons#the outsiders hcs#ponyboy curtis
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You became drunk in the heartslaybul's dorm due to the amount of alcohol that Ace and Deuce had sneaked in - a mini party between the 3 of you. And now, your drunken state has been crying and begging to see your boyfriend, Malleus. The duo could only brace themself with what's going to happen next as they bring you to diasomnia's dorm, praying that your boyfriend would not strike them down with lightning after seeing your current state.
— c/w: Reader is drunk, crack(??? im bad at stuff like this haha lmk if it's funny enough), injuries, underage drinking
— a/n: As i was writing this, i recalled that there are similar fics like this out there but this is just my own version. happy reading!
"I want Malleus!" You cried out, banging both of your fist on the table as the duo stares at you with panic on their face.
"No no, you don't need Malleus. You are a strong and independent person without that scary-"
"Malleus is not scary!" A plate flew past Ace's ear, nearly hitting him if not for his excellent dodgy skills. "Should we just bring them to Malleus-senpai? Maybe he will be able to handle them." Deuce suggested, to which Ace was about to rebut back if not for the sudden loud cry and wailing coming from you.
"Mal-Malleus!Wh-where are you..." You tried standing up from the chair, only for your legs to start wobbling before falling onto the ground, your nose and knees hitting first. "Be careful!" Ace and Deuce hurriedly step forward, standing on either side of you and linking their arms under yours to lift you up from the ground. "MALLEUSSS!!!!!" You wailed, not caring about your friends who are staring at you weirdly, and perhaps, a little anxious. You didn't know what was going on, or what invoked you to suddenly throw a tantrum to see your boyfriend. You had already met him early morning when he offered to send you to class. But somehow, the alcohol managed to make you feel cloud nine, and you wanted nothing more then to just go to your boyfriend and bask into his embrace.
The duo could only look at each other sigh, mentally preparing themself for what's coming next as they accompany - well, assist - you to diasomnia dorm.
The walk to diasomnia was agonizingly long. You would trip on your own feet here and there, occasionally stopping just to breakdown about how much you want to see Malleus. Deuce would comfort you, saying that they are bringing you to see Malleus now. Ace would groan, trying to wreck his brain to find if there's any excuses that he can say to save both their sorry ass. Nonetheless, they tried to prolong the walk to your boyfriend's territory so as to prepare themselves mentally.
When the 3 of you had finally reach the entrance to Diasomnia dorm, the double doors swung open before either of you could knock on it. Right in front of you stands your boyfriend in all his glory, his dorm uniform having just ironed into perfection, his shoes polished perfectly with a shine that leaves everyone staring in awe. His gloves were washed with the most expensive softener, just so that you would be able to hold his hands in the upmost comfort.
Malleus knew that you were here before you even reach the doors. He was delighted that his beloved has came to visit him first, and was preparing to greet you with his fanged smile, the one that you love so dearly. Until he saw your drunk figure slumping on Deuce.
Upon finally seeing your boyfriend, you immediately pushed away the two that was supporting your stance, launching yourself forward to Malleus. If it wasn't for Malleus quick reflexes, you would have suffered from another fall again. "Malleus!" You beamed in delight, immediately wrapping your arms around Malleus's neck while he adjust you in his hold, carrying you in bridal style.
The smell of alcohol was quick to invade his sense, and it didn't take long for the prince to figure out what had happened. The duo was known for being trouble makers, they must have dragged you into one of their mischievous plans. "Are you okay?" Malleus asked, noticing that your happy facade was gone, replaced with a sad expression. You looked up to meet your lover's gaze, and his heart aches at the sight of your red teary eyes, cheeks and nose flushed as equally red as a tomato. Your lips starts wobbling as you break down for the nth time of the day.
"My knees....it hurts....Uwahhhh!! Malleus, i-it hurts!" Oh, if only you know how much your cries are hurting Malleus. He turns his attention to your knees, finally realising the ugly blue black bruise that was littered on your kneecaps with a hint of blood. Suddenly, a flash of lightning strikes onto the ground, right behind both Ace and Deuce. Both of them sweat profusely as they watch Malleus wiping off the stray tears on your cheeks, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down.
When you finally fell asleep due to exhaustion, the duo was truly trying to prepare for the worst. They finally noticed how tall Malleus was, his figure looming over them, shadow long and big enough to engulf both of them in darkness. Malleus was strong enough to just carry you with one arm without any struggles. The hand that was previously wiping away your tears has now shift to the side of your head, guiding it to rest on his shoulder. His hand were large enough to almost cover your whole face, and he takes advantage of this fact to protect your head.
The duo gulps, finally getting to witness firsthand how protective Malleus is over you, and just how scary he is. "There will be no second time." Malleus's words cuts through the atmosphere like a knife. His tone was cold and deadly, with a hint of bloodlust. If anything, it doesn't help how Malleus's green slitted eyes constricts in the dark, that terrifying glare will hunt the poor heartslaybul students forever as they start to apologise profusely, before running off to god knows where.
Malleus scoff, finally glad that he was alone with you again. Teleporting the both of you to his room, Malleus climbs onto the bed with you, laying your body on his bed. Your head has been shifted to rest on his muscular thighs while he sits up to lean his back on the bedframe. With a snap of his fingers, magic blooms around you, and he had you changed to a comfortable night gown. The bruises on your knees were long gone as if they were never there in the first place.
He stares at your sleeping figure, a smile suddenly creeping up onto his face when he realised how cute you are when you sleep. You were quite adorable when you were drunk too, clinging onto him as if your life depended on him. He would have entertained you even more if not for your injuries. Malleus chuckles to himself, his hand wandering to your face, pinching at your soft cheeks before travelling back to your head, letting his finger comb through your soft locks.
He already had a concrete plan on how to deal with the duo. But for now, he just wants to spend some time with you, and take care of your needs.
#twisted wonderland#malleus draconia#dreamofjoystwst#imagines#y/n#diasomnia#twst malleus#twst malleus draconia#malleus hcs#malleus x reader#malleus x you#malleus x y/n#malleus x yuu#twst x reader#twst wonderland#alcohol
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König Getting Tipsy
tw alcohol use
König is a big drinker, as is only natural for a big man. He'll usually have a lager in the afternoons when watching the news, and on weekends he'll have a beer with his lunch. He feels uncomfortable if he doesn't have a glass of wine to pair with his dinner. It's not to the point that it's out of hand by any means, but he does like to drink in his free time. If you're uncomfortable, he'll stop drinking in the home, but he will choose to drink when he goes out.
It takes a lot to make him start to slur his words. He mostly sticks to his beloved beers and ciders, but he's not one to turn down a shot of rum if he's offered one. He prefers drinking neat, complaining that mixed drinks ruin the flavour. He's a bit of a drink snob. Horangi will sniff and tell you that König doesn't know how to have fun, and Roze will tell you that König is just rather particular about who's mixing his drinks. Apparently, Horangi has been banned. König's a hardy man, but after one sip of what Horangi was slinging, he had thrown up in a water fountain. König is deeply ashamed by this incident.
When he does go out to drink, he just gets a bit more assertive. He already is so quietly self-assured, but now he's saying it in a voice that carries a bit too easily over the room.
König is a surprisingly pleasant drunk though, all things considered. He doesn't make messes, he mostly stays in one place and keeps his hands to himself (or on his phone as he plays Tetris. He's scarily good at playing Tetris, especially when drunk). He will compliment you if he thinks you've earned it, or tear you to shreds if he thinks it's in your best interest to hear it.
He's vocal about his opinions in a way he'd never be when he's sober. He'll tell you exactly what he thinks about you. He told Roze that she bitches about the MREs too much and she needs to take more laxatives, and he told Horangi that all his tiger motifs were corny and he needed to get a new bit. All the awful truths come pouring out of him in an unstoppable torrent.
Fundamentally, König just loosens up enough to say all the things he thinks but is too scared to say. He's confident in himself, and if you get him talking about himself he'll go on about how successful and wonderful he is. He's not wrong about anything he's saying, but it's a major surprise to see him talk so openly about being proud of himself. He's always been a bit cocky, but his pride shines when his tongue is loosened.
Things change when he looks at you.
He turns to you after having had a sixth shot at the bar and his face falls slack. You brace yourself, but no barrage of brutality comes forth. Instead, his voice softens and he clasps his big hands around your face.
"I have found happiness at last," he tells you as he presses his lips to your forehead.
He slumps over onto you like a sack of flour. He presses you close in a bone-crushing hug that never seems to end. The entire time, he's thanking you over and over again. For what? Only König really knows.
All the other KorTac agents are green with envy when they watch how König turns into a puddle of love for you. He showers you in compliments and thanks for things you'd long since forgotten about. He is so incredibly sweet when he's like this.
When he's sober, he's more reserved with his affections. He'll hold you close in private, but he doesn't speak all too often. His love language is mostly through touch and gifting. When he's drunk, all the words that pile up in his head come tumbling out.
Sometimes, going out with König can be nice.
#konig#cod konig#konig cod#konig call of duty#konig mw2#konig x reader#konig x you#konig fluff#konig fanart#fan art#digital art#cod mw2#cod#cod mwii#cod x reader#call of duty#modern warfare#konig fanfiction#konig headcanons#cod headcanons#konig hcs#tw alcohol#tw alchohol mention#cw alcohol#cw alchohol mention#alcohol
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thinking about,,, drunk sneezes
not only the possibility of sensitivity to wine/etc itself but just. the alcohol fuzziness meaning maybe they let a sneeze creep up on them without noticing, and the lack of inhibitions meaning they let it out without any shame they may usually have..... maybe even being more dramatic than usual, louder, bending at the waist, dazed after.... accepting care they may usually deny because they are drunk and happy and vulnerable
#i'm fine i'm normal#snz kink#snz fet#alcohol tw#(???)#of course i am thinking about modern au hc because i am nothing if not a one-trick-pony rn#xl watching him go all loose and fuzzy with delight and then he starts /sneezing/#hooh boy#also tho i am having THOUGHTS about canon t/gcf 👀#iirc in japan saké is often used in purifying rituals#i'm not as familiar with chinese culture so idk if rice wine is used similarly there#but the idea of a purifying/blessed alcohol that has adverse effects on ghosts..... hello#(xl brings it home wanting to try alcohol again for nice reasons for the first time!)#(he doesn't know that it's a fancy ritual wine! what does he know!)#(they drink it together! WHOOPS! what could be happening? >D )#alright. doffs my clown hat. shutting up now. have this
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Okay so HEAR ME OUT......
HC where Bi-Han gets drunk easy so alcohol makes him more ....
KIND.... AND .... CLINGY....to the point that he will cling at you like his life depend on you
The more he drink the more he...yk..do things that he sober will NEVER do
he like sooo easy to drunk that even few drops make him dizzy and he can mumbles sitting at table say some stupid shit ( i think it's funny)
Please see my vision i begging you
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#mk1 subzero bihan#bihan mk1#bi han#bi han sub zero#mk1 sub zero#sub zero fanart#sub zero art#sub zero mk1#sub zero#mortal kombat fanart#mk1 art#mk1#mk fandom#mk1 subzero#sub zero bihan#укртумбочка#art#fanart#украрт#please i like the idea that he can be goofy in some type of way#he's PATHETIC and i will DIE on this hill#i think we need more stupid hc on this guys like CMOOON#he can't take alcohol at all he will drink one sip and BAM HE DRUNK ASS HELL and them denied in sober that he do thing like giggle idk
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SELF INDULGENT DOODLES LOLL- in my head, I like to think that Mike and Henry have this bond with each other. that's his purple rotting nephew! (featuring Henry with some badddd coping mechanisms)
#one day i will draw something that isn't self indulgent fnaf human characters. today is not that day <3#alcohol mention#i always draw henry before everything in his life is ruined so this was a fun change#i guess i hc him as a happy drunk idfk i just sorta ended up drawing him like that and kept it LMAO#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#michael afton#scooped michael afton#henry emily#fnaf headcanon#fnaf fanart#my art#i might color the first one#weirdest family portrait#uncle henry#:)
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Bonding time!!
#ghost trick#ghost trick spoilers#yomiel#detective jowd#inspector cabanela#lynne#sissel#kamila#fanart#my art#sissel is a nightmare to bathe and yomiel could only do it bc getting scratched didn’t affect him#i hc yomiel has absolute shit alcohol tolerance#and he would LOVE minecraft#he’d be so good at redstone#lynne kamila and yomiel have a minecraft server together
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Odasaku, Sasaki, and the orphanage headmaster are all buried in the same cemetery.
So Kunikida, Atsushi, and Dazai all run into each other grave visiting regularly and politely pretend they don’t. They never acknowledge the meaning behind the bouquets brought, even if all of them know the others know flower language. They never acknowledge the tear streaks down Atsushi’s face, or the solemn look on Kunikida’s. Atsushi never points out how the scent of whiskey is always a bit stronger on Dazai’s coat. They never acknowledge the location of their accidental meetings.
Sometimes Kunikida might offer to take them to get food, or Atsushi will offer a random hard candy from his pocket, on colder days Dazai might lend his coat. None of them are really themselves when faced with grief, and none of them will to hold it against each other.
#bsd#atsushi nakajima#bsd atsushi#nakajima atsushi#kunikida bsd#bsd kunikida#kunikida doppo#doppo kunikida#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#bsd headcanons#idk#on the floor wallowing in pain as we speak#Meow#bsd sasaki#she slays#oda sakunosuke#wahhhh#sobs them#Dazai lending Atsushi his coat dies#I will never forget how even though Chuuya is characterized as someone who abuses alcohol Dazai is the one who’s canonically an alcoholic#Chuuya is always seen drinking in a social aspect and doesn’t abuse alcohol as much as he just overestimates his limit#While the only time we see into Dazai’s apartment we see and an excessive amount of empty bottles#Implying that Dazai drinks heavily when he’s alone#which is a huge trait of alcoholism#Using this moment to mention my HC that because of the scene in chapter 39 Atsushi doesn’t like hard candy
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Tim: alcohol is cool! but have you ever had someone care about you?
Dick: ...
Tim: me neither :D pass the bottle!
#tim drake#dick grayson#pushing my hc that tim did all sorts of drugs and deadly alcohol mixes because coffee just didnt hit no more#red robin#nightwing#dc comics#batman#cw alcohol#headcanon#incorrect quotes
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i meant to be writing angst but suddenly all i can think about is the comedic potential of riko ending up with the foxes. all the foxes are ready to give riko hell but then it's immediately apparent that without evermore and the ravens, he's just an angry cat that's had its claws trimmed. who knew it was possible to find someone even more helpless than kevin was when he first arrived. this is a guy who's definitely never done his own laundry or dishes in his life. they'd find him trying to load dirty dishes into the microwave or something. he'd definitely shrink all his new clothes into crop tops and dye the orange and white Fox team outfits an ugly grey by accident in a day. this is a guy who's probably never been to a bar or had alcohol in his life. he doesn't know he's one of those asians who're alcohol intolerant will try to copy kevin's drinking habits and end up throwing up on people at eden's within half an hour. he'd have separation anxiety so bad that he starts following people around and antagonizing them until they punched him. yeah sure, kevin was like a sheltered princess, but riko's like the worst 7-year-old you've ever met.
#genetically predisposed to alcoholism kevin vs genetically incapable of drinking alcohol riko#is a hc near and dear to my heart#oh and they find riko standing in the kitchen after they realize it's been 10 whole minutes without hearing a sound from him#he's just staring at the stove and then he looks at kevin and asks seriously#“did you know that your food containers melt on the stove?”#he'd trash the monsters' room way worse by accident than jean ever did#the sunshine court#aftg#riko moriyama
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So basically my Ghosts neurodivergence headcanons at this point are: Sam, ADHD; Pete, autism; Patience, OCD; Sass and Hetty, depression; and Isaac, uhh.... is in Cluster B somewhere (I say vaguely so as not to be misunderstood, but to be clear, personality disorders are really just a collection of deeply ingrained coping mechanisms and the fact that I can recognize this in Isaac is actually something I like about him!). Not to mention, all of the ghosts have PTSD to some extent, if not from traumas that happened in life, then from the memory of actually literally dying.
But the thing I find most interesting has to do with Flower, because her neurodivergence is mythology-specific. She wasn't an addict or anything in life, she just happened to be very, very high when she died, and now, as a ghost, she is permanently under the influence of drugs. Her brain does not work the same way it did when she was alive, and that's just something she has to live with now. It's just a really interesting angle on neurodivergence to me.
It also makes me wonder about Trevor, who died of an overdose. They're not specific about what he took and I don't personally know what kind of shit rich finance bros take, but just based on how he behaves I feel like it's not too much of a stretch to say he's a little more... wired? all the time? than he maybe would have been in life? Idk.
Also Alberta: she didn't seem like she was actually drunk before she got poisoned, but maybe the moonshine worked its way into her system as the strychnine did. Maybe she's a little bit tipsy all the time!
#ghosts cbs#i've also seen jay autism proposed but to me he just seems like he's nerdy. which in itself isn't enough to base a hc on for me#please correct me on that if you've noticed any symptoms jay might have#neurodivergence#drugs tw#alcohol tw#flower ghosts#susan montero#trevor lefkowitz#alberta haynes#sam arondekar#pete martino#patience ghosts#sasappis ghosts#hetty woodstone#isaac higgintoot
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whenever ponys in the kitchen while darrys cooking darry will always without fail do the "is this hot?" thing while he touches pony with a (not hot) spoon/spatula and pony freaks out every time
"hey pone is this hot?" "AHHH DARRY STOP!!!!"
He’s our little actor ❤️
#when he like. gets a shot he always jumps at the alcohol pad#the outsiders#the outsiders hcs#the outsiders headcanons#ponyboy curtis
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GASP ✨manni sketch requests✨ - can't get better than that. If I'm still in time, maybe nick making the biggest hearteyes at lark while lark does something unbelievably stupid/reckless? <3
Every good “boys night” has to end with a trip to the ER 😤😤😎🔥💯✌️💁♀️💀⚠️
#dungeons and daddies#dndaddies#dndads#dndads s2#dndaddies s2#nark#lark oak garcia#lark oak#nicholas foster#nicholas close#nick foster#nick close#grant wilson#terry jr stampler#sparrow oak garcia#my art#hc grant n lark get shwasted the quickest bc alcohol is a ✨coping mechanism✨ and they always go hard lol#also lovelovelove the idea that the twins sort of regress and start to act like their unhinged younger selves when they are litty#ESPECIALLY LARK lol it would b so funny#Nick is like [isn’t he so dreamy 😍☺️☺️🥰] while lark does the dumbest things#grant shoots the bottle but it’s not strong enough to break the bottle and then it ricochet’s back and breaks his glasses
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