#be mindful when out drinking

[zuzu-draws]

Just a pair of friendly sorcerers out on a stroll~

[honeysickledream]

Overloaded - Simon Riley x GN!Reader

Tags: SFW (minors and ageless blogs dni as always), established relationship, reader's mentally overloaded/overstimulated, fluff and comfort by way of acts of service

Simon entered the flat right as the clock read 1900 on his phone. He'd perfected his schedules and commute to aligned perfectly with yours. You had a thirty minutes at the flat all to yourself to decompress from all that people (and life) threw at you, and he had his thirty-minute decompressing walk around the neighborhood. Except something was different about tonight. The TV wasn't playing your favorite movie as you did something in the next room, the flat didn't smell like whatever you'd made for dinner. It was silent, stale...tense.

He moved to the living room after taking off his boots, keeping his steps as quiet as possible. There you were, perched on the couch and doing your best to take those deep and supposedly calming deep breaths every mindfulness person swore by. It was obvious you'd been crying: tissues were piled up beside you on the couch, the collar of his your shirt stained dark in some spots from your tears. Your breathing was uneven, a sign you were right on the precipice of more tears, and your hands shook subtly as you gripped your knees to ground yourself.

Something--a lot of somethings--must've happened with no time for you to acclimate, he figured. He'd gotten so used to you poking your head out of the bedroom or the office, welcoming him with a smile and kiss and a plea for him to tell you all about his day. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and sent a quick message to let you know he was home as he made his way to the kitchen to begin dinner. You padded into the kitchen five minutes later with a crumpled tissue in hand. He patted the counter space beside him, trusting that you would reach out for him in what ever way when you were ready. The two of you stood in silence, watching the microwave as the frozen meal slowly heated up. Simon had chosen your favorite out of the selection in the freezer and even fished out the emergency stash of your favorite snacks from the cupboard.

He slowly draped his arm over your shoulders when you leaned against his side, smiling to himself when you sighed softly. It wasn't the kind of heavy sigh you made when you were frustrated. No, it was the one you let out when your mind was finally quieting, your body no longer on such high alert. Simon only moved away to fetch the food from the microwave, putting it on a plate and handing you your utensils before he ushered you to the couch. He made sure you were settled before he put his own dinner in the microwave, popping his head into the living room like some mother hen before he sat beside you, digging into his own meal No words were passed between you as dinner was eaten. Simon occasionally added a new point to the daily recap he was writing on the back of the grocery list sheet, not missing the way you tried to skim the paper before he quickly turned it back over. It wasn't until you were cocooned on the couch after finishing your meal, now munching on your snacks, that you slowly opened up. You told him about your whole day, pausing to give yourself a chance to settle down when your frustrations grew, and Simon listened attentively the entire time--like he always did.

And you, like always, returned the favor when he gave you his recap. You cooed at the newest picture he took of the prissiest dog in the neighborhood and laughed when he told you, in great detail, the newest way Soap had caused trouble. When he suggested watching a movie to end the day, you agreed brightly and scrounged up all the snacks you two enjoyed during movie night.

Simon ended up falling asleep halfway through the movie (after he'd promised he wouldn't), but you didn't mind. You thanked him softly for his patience and snuggled up to him as you rewound the movie so you could fall asleep to it, too.

[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[be-an-echo]

from another mother...

the day when Tess and Maria got shitfaced

[fatedroses]

Chance encounters in Costa del Sol.

[rapidhighway]

My guy if you have a sudden foot/calf cramp you gotta stretch that leg immediately it will go away very quickly. Put the front of your foot against something and push your heel down. Do this:

on anything, you could even just lean forward and grab your toes and pull them up. Hold for a few moments, it can come back if you let go too soon. It's hard to do through pain sometimes but it really works and you gotta try.

If you get cramps like this in the middle of the night, the best way i know is to lay on your stomach and put your toes on your bedframe and push your heel down like the picture

[virsancte]

trouble in.. paradise?

you may not want to be here my friend.

[bleubeurre]

แผล่บ😋🩸

[leek-inherent]

Here is a drawing of one of my favourite changes in choreography in the Australian deh production :)

During Good For You, after Alana and Jared have their little solos, Alana comes to the front of the stage and crouches down with her hands over her head, completely still. At the same time, Jared goes upstage and paces back and forth very quickly - every time he has to turn around he makes stilted and frustrated gestures as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself. I was very excited by this, as it is so unlike the broadway version of this scene where they stand symmetrically on opposite sides of the stage. Instead, Alana and Jared’s reaction to their feelings are clearly contrasted against each other. It seemed so natural too; while they move in formation for a lot of gfy, here it was like they had to take a break from the song because of how overwhelmed they were! Which only made it easier to empathise with them. The whole song was spectacular of course but this particular decision I think was very successful. I have always been intrigued by the contrast between Alana and Jared and it was really brought to the forefront in this moment.

[cosmicdenro]

i like to think reg is more fond of being a drinker, likes the taste of some and knows he can be out of it when he's in a secure place, especially with rhm.

rhm on the other hand i like to think doesn't drink not just because he's never really wanted to anyway, and not just because he'd rather stay sober to keep reg safe, but also mayhaps just fears not being aware of his surroundings 24/7 . slaps him with paranoia <3

want to make a little comic of reg realizing really early on that rhm never joins in on drinking on any occasion at all and questions him about it snarkily at first and gets a snarky answer back as a fun banter but afterwards maybe reg realizes more and more how rhm's always keeping a hawk's eye out for danger when he's drinking. deeper into their bond a good time later, reg would offer rhm a drink when he's 100% sure they can be safe from any random event that would not ensure their safety and maybe rhm would accept after some hesitation. mostly cuz it's probably been years since he's touched a drink and doesn't wanna act strange after drinking but also isn't convinced something wouldn't come up while he's not fully in his senses.

[mountainsinaboat]

MyAnna Buring - Mia and The Dragon Princess (2023)

[ashmp3]

got told i have mesmerizing eyes + got asked if i am lesbian in a span of 5 minutes we are so back

[hella1975]

stop asking me for a large flat white.

[assortedvillainvault]

Love that prompt list! How about 24 - “Did you just bite me?” - for the DV'Cule, please?

In honour of the fact I've just quit my weekend job - DC please humbly accept my first outrightedly suggestive prose answer: praise the soup and your patience, here we go:

TLDR: Venomous bites and kinky viziers is certainly a match, and not one made in heaven, even for gods.

TW: Suggestive themes, biting, nothing overtly described. Implied threesome.

Did you just Bite Me?! - The DVCule: Jafar x Hades X Facilier

The yelp that cuts though the warm, heavy air startles them so badly that someone – Facilier maybe – tumbles off the bed with a swear, helped by one of Hades legs as the god flails. Flames roar between blue and orange as he grabs the back of Jafar’s head and tries to yank, grunting at the teeth buried in his shoulder.

The sorcerer remains locked in place – dazed and cross eyed as he clings - sweaty, sinuous, satisfied and apparently on another fucking planet for all that he was paying attention.

“Did you seriously just bite me?!” Hades croaks incredulously. “Jaf- Jafar, what the fuck-”

Muffled groans and what sound like an aborted reply leak between wet flesh. Hades winces as he tries to pry the sorcerers head away but finds him all but locked into the muscle – golden ichor dribbling between them. Despite the sudden burst of flame all the sorcerer does is grip harder, tongue idly flicking at the blood as it dribbles down his skin and smears the sheets.

Facilier stumbles up, nursing a bruised backside and scowling - swatting at Jafar to move but only getting a strangled hiss and an unfocused red glare for his trouble. The bokor blinks, noticing the odd..smooth sheen of Jafars skin, and the subtle red and black banding beginning to show.

“Ah, fuck. Is he-”

“Fanged up? No shit.” Hades hisses, feeling the two white hot, needle-like fangs twitch and flex what feels like down to his bones. “I don’t- fucking- need an anatomy discussion doc, get him off-!”

“I’m tryin-!”

Mood murdered - they attempt to wrangle the punch-drunk half-transformed sorcerer off the larger god, trading swears every time the teeth buried in his neck jostle, grimacing as Jafar swallows more and more godblood and slowly begins to giggle and produce some kind of awful hissy purr that shakes the bed and makes Hades especially regret the fireproof spells written into it.

Eventually they manage to pop Jafar’s unnervingly stretchy jaw off, tossing the ex vizier to the side while Facilier grabs rags for the bleeding and Hades glares at his lover. Slitted red eyes blink out of sync back as the half snake curls languidly in place, sleepy and pleased.

Hades scowls. “Memo to me – add a clause about biting...” He pinches his nose and sighs explosively, letting Facilier swipe at his shoulder where the wounds are already closing. “Oy, he’s such a freak.”

Facilier chuckles at that. “Yeah. An’ you like it, so what does that make you?”

“A pincusion apparently, oy-” He rolls his eyes and rubs his temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Was just starting to relax too...”

Facilier makes a sympathetic noise and throws the rag away. He slides back up, all smooth grace now that tall dark and twisted was slightly snoring. He gently cards a hand through the flames, letting them wrap around his fingers as Hades leans into the touch. “You wanna keep goin? Or leave it here? I’m game for either.”

Hades hums as he mulls it over and leans into him. Facilier’s brows pinch as he realises he’s… actually having to brace the god kinda hard. “Uh...Cher?”

Yellow eyes slowly blink open, and alarm bells start ringing as he sees just how wide the pupils are. “Hades..??”

“Faci...” He mumbles. “...have...have there always been three of you?”

The bokor feels his stomach tie into knots as he suddenly connects some dots - snapping his head around to see Jafar yawn, yellow drops of venom still clinging to his fangs.

He about launches himself out of bed – ignoring Hades sudden whine - and scrambles for his trousers, slung over the dresser. “Gotta get Ursula darlin’ - berightback-!”

[luminecent-sky]

Since you asked for it

I am curious what do you think about yandere Gallagher secretly being an eldritch monster or Cognito hazard.

oh my god... i had to take a day to think about it, like it could go so many ways??

Eldritch monster is an easy alley, esp with his connection to the 'death' in Penacony, and how he's made up of aspects of other family members. And a cognito hazard is also a viable option considering how he could've blended himself in after he took aspects of people and how Penaconys memory and thought altering aspects used by the memokeepers and by sunday himself, who says it's not possible.

this may have escaped my hands...

Your mind is hazy as you sit in the Dreamjolt Holstery, the alcohol makes your thoughts stir. It's surprisingly silent today, none of the dreamjolt troupe are here to cause a ruckus. But as always a familiar face is here to listen to your musings.

"Well, looks like you had too much to drink eh, doll?" Gallagher chuckles wiping a glass as your eyes focus onto him.

"..Maybe i have." a noncommittal hum escapes your throat, The alcohol is messing with you, his face is a blur, but most of the features you can make out, that brown hair, the stubble, the scars, but it feels wrong. Were the lights always this bright? Practically searing your eyes as you try and manage your tipsy mind, lest something foolish slips out of it.

"I should probably go now... or do you think Siobhan would let me crash here?" Laughter bubbles from him as he sets down the glass,

"Eh, maybe, but the real question is if you're gonna pay your tab tonight or tomorrow?"

"I think i'll pay tomorrow, you and i both know i'll be back here anyways." You stand, rubbing away the headache as you get to your feet, The world spins for a split second before you gets your wits about, walking out of the holstery and making your way to the connecting portal in the Reveries' lobby.

It's cold, chills creep onto your skin, the empty halls doing nothing to soothe the feeling. You feel the goosebumps on your skin, unnerving your tipsy mind as you avoid the more monster-infested areas of the hotel, hoping that the maintenance staff can finish faster just so the halls can be less empty than it is now.

To think that you'd miss the loud patrons, the smooth jazz and the clacking of shoes that would usually fill the hotel...

You're snapped to sobriety as you feel eyes dig themselves onto your skin, if the cold hadn't sobered you up earlier, this certainly did. Steeling your nerves. the walk continues, peering into halls, listening for the noise of the monsters that now litter the empty Reverie hotel, the gaze never leaves you, like a predator stalking it's prey.

You know that you haven't encountered any monsters, even with the alcohol in your system spotting them would be easy, bright colors and mechanical sounds, all tell-tale signs of their presence. A flash of purple and yellow moves in your peripheral, making you jump into a panic, ducking into the door leading to the main lobby.

There's a slight shakiness to your movements now, heart thumping in your ears as you reach the connecting pathway towards Golden hour. You take a few deep breaths, steadying your nerves before you enter the portal.

Those eyes remain gazing at your back, the faint pink light disappearing before your eyes can even register it.

[fruitless-vain]

Today was scary