#drunk writing

[thepathetickind]

guess it's my fault for clinging to these dump thoughts, holding on to everything from you, each emptiness you left in me, tonight I felt drunk too, but no one came to kiss me like you did

by laurenmaerie, holding onto everything // drunk writings

[wishforhome]

Hiiii Happy DADWC Friday!

Prompt for Viago/Teia: aftermath of a job that went sideways

- asexualtabris 💜

Veilguard fic, Viago/Teia, T+, 433 words

@dadrunkwriting

This is maybe less "aftermath" and more "in-the-middle-of math" but, y'know, these things happen.

They stand, breathless, tucked away in the dark corner of a balcony. Teia’s body is pressed against his, and he can see her pulse fluttering in her throat. She clamps a hand over her own mouth to quiet her panting.

Beneath them, footsteps race by, raised voices that go along with a frantic search.

A few seconds more, and the noise recedes.

Teia pulls away, barely. Viago winces as her hand goes to his side, biting back a pained noise. She has found the gap where blood seeps from a puncture in his armor.

“Vi,” she murmurs, her voice low and urgent. “You need a healer.”

“Probably,” he admits. “We’ll have to make it back to the Diamond first, though.”

He leans back against the wall, his breath still coming in ragged gasp. Each one burns. “We’ll manage,” Teia says with a resolute certainty.

“We need to finish the contract first.”

Teia shoots him a withering look. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re bleeding out.”

He shakes his head. “Crows don’t fail contracts,” he insists. “Especially not Talons who are supposed to be freeing Treviso.” He presses a hand to his side. The red of his blood looks strange against the black leather of his gloves. “I’ll be fine.”

There’s a pause before she shakes her head, giving a long-suffering sigh. “Fine,” she says. “Let’s get you patched up as best we can here, then we’ll try again.”

Teia pulls a flask from one of the pouches at her waist, pulling the cork from it with her teeth before pressing it into his hand. “Drink,” she says.

The tonic is bitter and herbal, but no worse than the concoctions Viago tests on himself daily. He downs it in a couple of swallows, closing his eyes as he feels it begin to work. It is a strange feeling, skin knitting back together. It is still the most exquisite pain, but the bleeding has slowed. Probably. It’s hard to tell.

“You good?” Teia asks.

“Fantastic,” Viago says dryly.

“Most of the guards went north, so we should have a clear shot at the garrison this time.”

Viago nods, pushing himself away from the wall. He leans out from the balcony – it looks clear. “You go high, I’ll go low?” he suggests.

Teia shakes her head. “No,” she says. “We go together. Let’s take the rooftops this time. Think you can manage it?”

He shifts his shoulders a little, gives his back a slight twist. The healing will hold for now, he thinks. It’s enough. “Always,” he says. “Let’s go.”

[knbpoetry]

Glow ✨

[cosmicwhoresimpingismyliving]

Ah yes, allow me to get drunk to hallucinate & daydream of fake scenarios to write about.

[daydreamgoddess14]

[starchaserdreams]

I went to the cider tasting room (cidery?) to write some microfics and I wrote four but I'm also suuuuuuper intoxicated now so lol at thinking about what they'll look like in the morning 💀

Anyway, working on the fifth one now 💀💀💀

[akitachan0422]

Dolores’ Last Days

Love is

My grandmother asking me if I want anything

to eat even though I feel that breathing air is contraband.

Love is

My mother and aunts and uncles

Whispering and having hushed conversations

Away from their grown children

Debating on care for mom and dad.

Love is

My great grandfather enduring

My great grandmother’s anxiety

and nervous breakdowns

Silently and stalwartly

Giving nothing but love and solid steady ground

For his grandchildren to stand on

Love is

Relatives saying we know better now,

She was so depressed,

Oh wow-so many children in a starvation age

All she wanted for them was a better stage

We have the words now

The tools, the terms, and tutelage

How could you end up just as sick?

They didn’t have the terms

No one knew back then

Better to just shut them in

But I won’t be Dolores

In my last days,

I’ll honor them and us,

Even put myself on a bus

End up in Switzerland

To say a fond farewell

And I guess I don’t know,

If I’ll say hello or goodbye,

But I know I’ll at least try

Not to stay and dwell.

[xanotherlostsoulx]

Great drunk idea! Write a fic inspired by another fic you find incredibly funny (Cotton Candy) taking the piss out of yourself, fanfiction in general and Light and L. Brilliant. Keep your eyes peeled for that hot mess 🤣🤣🤣

[eightfifteen]

something about Will and Mike never having minded sharing each other before, welcoming Lucas and Dustin into the party, but suddenly being much more covetous of each other's attention

[imawhorewhoradiateschaos]

Even the wicked can be wholesome

[thepathetickind]

tonight I felt drunk too, but no one came to kiss me like you did

by laurenmaerie, holding onto everything // drunk writings

[the-alice-of-hearts]

For @boldlyanxious

"You were runing" Jason smirked staring at marinette.

"you were chasing me!" She snarled back

"Now I've caught you." Jason laughed and ran a hand through her hair.

"That's not how it works.' She glared

"Of course it it." He leaned in to kiss her.

Marinette leaned forward and kissed him back. 'Ueah, okay, I guess"

[hopelesspoeticnightmare]

the moon is my brother

we talk with each other

whispers of truth

we can barely accept

we talk about our lives

and how our hearts weep.

The moon often tells me

about someone he longs for

the blazing sun

he says they taunt each other

day in, day out

oh, how important the sun is to him

The moon talks of the sun

so I tell him about you

how we see each other every day

how we taunt each other

how I’ve always loved you

how I almost ruined it

how I’m scared now

The moon is mad at me

he thinks I’m stupid

thinks I should tell you how I feel

he doesn’t understand that you are my sun

the moon will never tell his sun how he feels

he thinks I could tell you

foolish moon

fear holds me back

day after day

the moon resents me

thinks i should take my chance

he doesn’t know how much i love you

I don’t want to frighten you

the moon sees his sun, and grieves her

I see my sun, and I am living again

she keeps me alive

me and the moon don’t agree

so we move on

he is my wise brother, and he is wrong

to tell would be to betray my love for you

it would be a disrespect to you

your life is already unfair

I won’t make it more

and I’m scared. We’re all scared

of life, of how our stories will be written

-Cam

[peanutbutterandfailure]

It's a never ending battle between drunk me and sober me.

[thecomebackbooklover]

It’s over

I died

the same time

The needle penetrated

my skin.

The anesthesia

radiated

through my spine.

That’s when I knew,

that I would never,

ever,

be the same.

Again

[icexprincess]

this is my last post about dentist

(unless something interesting happens)

because

I'm going to the local Dentist school to find me a hot dentist who is single (and desperate)

(I'm still hoping we end up together, dont get me wrong)

he LOVES to leave the house and do things. those are the 2 things I hate the most. (also its an uphill battle yaddayaddayadda)

it looks like he still visits la/california every 2 weeks. he is rich (I found the post on linkedin that he applied to and the salary is listed as $250-$350,00/year - hes an Implant (surgical) dentist)). also, if he flies at night, he can just sleep on the plane. he doesnt update social media, but his wife does, and shes always posting their california vacations. they could be old pix but she updates every 2 weeks, and theyve been in Florida for 2 MONTHS so why isnt she uploading their Floridan vacations? they travel A LOT

his wife is soooo annoying and stupid. shes a realtor and she made a post on instagram talking about how "she fell in love with the real estate world but no one believed in her and everyone called her crazy but she overcame all the obstacles and became a realtor (in california)."

bitch STFU youre a REALTOR. it takes 3 months to become a realtor 🤣🤣🤣 she didnt FaLL iN LoVe WiTh ThE rEaL eStAtE wOrLd, she was an unemployed 30 year old with no ambitions who wanted a respectable career in 3 months 🤣🤣🤣

shes really boring and unremarkeable, which motivates me, because I'm also boring and unremarkable. if she can bag a hot dentist, then so can I 🤣🤣🤣

(who's surprised that I HATE her?)

If I could murder her and get away with it I would

(shes only alive because of medical advances)