#drunken talks

[drunkenmantis]

What’s your favorite tv show

I'm a huge fan of star wars in general, but most of all i LOVE the Mandalorian!

[ladysternchen]

Yet Were Its Making Good, For This- Talk It Out

The feast that Elu and Melian gave in honour of their unborn child was a joyous one, and one that was long remembered among the Eglath. Melian smiled rather shyly at them after the announcement, clearly not altogether comfortable with all the renewed attention. It must be unpleasant, Mablung mused as he sat with the other captains and lords, to reveal news like that and knowing that all of Beleriand would wonder about how they had achieved what was natural to everyone else. Or have their captains do nothing more sensible than imagine them… well, doing as husband and wife did, Mablung scolded himself silently. 

He still had no clue as to how he could have ever overlooked it, how anyone could have overlooked that Melian was expecting. True, as it had been unseasonably cold, the Queen had easily been able to hide her growing belly under her mantle, but she was so much changed in her whole demeanour that his ignorance had Mablung marvelling at himself. 

He marvelled even more at the fact that he had not noticed the change that had come over Elu, for that, at least, he should have done. Like Melian, Elu was radiant with joy, and it was very clear how much he looked forward to welcoming their child. But underneath all his joy, Mablung noted now for the first time how worn the King looked, and that he winced ever so slightly at loud noises. Naturally, Mablung mused. The Quendi raised their children together, and unlike with beasts, the fathers took great share in bringing their children into being, pouring their very selves into those new elflings. He remembered well the time when his mother had been pregnant with his twin-sisters. Weary though she had been towards the end, his father had been no less so, as he had ever helped her in spirit, strengthening her and watching over her sleep so her mind could truly rest. 

This sharing of duty must have an even greater effect if the child was not wholly an elf. Coming to think of it now, he wondered how Elu had even done it- sire a child that must be so much mightier than he himself was. Mablung was quite glad he had not known in advance, or he would have truly feared for him.

He was stirred out of his thoughts when Elu rose, excusing himself from the feast for a while, as if to prove Mablung right. Beleg, who sat beside Mablung, wordlessly nudged him to go after the King. As he rose, Beleg quietly passed him a jug of wine as well, and Mablung could have sworn he saw a knowing smile passing between Beleg and the Queen. This distracted him for a moment. Was Melian aware of this? Had Beleg told her? But no, he wouldn’t, and Mablung really had other things to focus on.

His heart beat very fast as he followed after Elu. What in Arda was he supposed to say? That whole idea was truly ridiculous. But then, he had to admit that Beleg’s plans had worked out in the past, and he had no reason to think this time might be different, so he resolved to watch as Elu sat down by the roots of a tall beech, leaning against its trunk and closing his eyes for a moment. He looked exhausted. 

“My King?”

Mablung did his best to keep his voice formal and cool, but that there was no possibility to fool Elu was in truth clear from the start. And indeed, the King looked up, smiling as he saw Mablung standing there, and inclined his head in a gesture of greeting.

“Mablung. You came after me worrying after I so unseemly left the feast. You need not have, dear friend. I was merely escaping the bustle for a while.”

Elu’s tone, too, was polite and formal, and Mablung bowed.

“I shall leave you in peace then, my lord. Forgive my intrusion.”

“Oh no, not at all. You are most welcome to stay with me if you want to. I was not fleeing company, merely the noise. And besides, you are always welcome at my side, though you seem to have forgotten that lately.”

Mablung lowered his eyes, but followed Elu’s invitation to sit down beside him on the grass anyway. 

“You look tired, lord.”

He could not stop himself, much as he’d have wanted to.

“I am. It is the price of… well, of begetting a child that is half Maia.” Elu answered, thus proving Mablung right. “But there is no need to look like that, Mablung, I am quite alright. Melian worried so much as well, but as I did not drop dead after begetting that babe, I will not do so now. And even were it so, I’d find it to be a small price to pay. I never dared dream that Melian and I would be parents one day.”

“You will be a wonderful father.”

At that, Elu suddenly laughed.

“I hope so. But to tell you the truth, I have never in my life been so scared. And you know what my charming brother did when I confided in him? Told me to stop being such a baby myself and that all my exhaustion was really just nerves. Well, I guess he knows.”

Mablung chuckled now, too. He could well see why Elmo would have greatly enjoyed that conversation. After a while, he passed Elu the wine, and the King drank before offering the jug back to Mablung.

“I shouldn’t do that.” Elu mumbled, more to himself than to Mablung. “I’ve had quite enough already, but… ah well.”

They smiled at each other, and a warmth spread through Mablung that had nothing to do with the wine. He could not tell how long they sat without speaking, just enjoying each other’s company and the drink, but at length Elu said: “I miss your friendship, Mablung. You know that?”

“But you have it, lord, you always…” Mablung started to protest, but Elu would not let him finish.

“I have not been clear- I miss being able to talk to you as I could on the journey, when the fact that I was your lord has not bound your tongue. Nor aught else.”

Mablung sat up straighter.

“Have I leave to speak openly, then?”

Elu looked at him, bewildered.

“You always have it. Forgive me, I… I never thought of telling you that, I thought it was obvious. Do you think I have forgotten what we shared? Do you honestly think that you are nothing more to me than my Captain?”

Mablung took another swig of wine, very thankful of Beleg’s foresight. He would need quite a bit more of it for that conversation.

“Not forgotten, but repented.” he said without looking at the King.

“I would never repent of it. I loved you ever, and I do so still, as a friend. You are dearer to my heart than I can express with words, and always will be. 

Yet I hoped to find you’d left with Olwë, together with your family, so that you would be safe, and free to find happiness across the sea. Call me very selfish, but I was nonetheless relieved when I met you again on these shores. My life would have been so much darker, so much more bereaved had you sailed. But for your happiness I grieve, Mablung. I found my true love, my soulmate, and I so wished you had as well.”

Mablung looked long in silence at Elu, then, his tongue loosened by the wine, said: “You know perfectly well that I have done that, long before you did. I loved you as long as I can remember, and growing up, that love grew, too. Nay, don’t say you’re sorry for waking false hopes, for you did not. I always knew what situation I got myself into. I knew you did not return those romantic feelings. I will not say it did not hurt to see you with Melian at first, but as I said when first I bedded you, I am happy when you are happy. To this I hold. I am happy with life as it is, and my heart desires no other life, not the tree-light, not another companion. If I am allowed to remain by your side, and see you happy and well, then I am more than content.”

“I’m still sorry…” Elu sniffed, and Mablung looked up to see him wipe his eyes. The King was quite drunk by now, something he admittedly found rather endearing.

“Don’t be.” He answered, noting as he did so that his thoughts and speech were not actually clear, either. Unsurprisingly so, perhaps, as they had emptied the entire jug of wine between them by themselves. He laughed.

“Lie down, Elu. Before you nod where you sit.”

Elu merely hummed, but curled up obediently, laying his head on Mablung’s lap, whose throat was suddenly tight. He had never imagined to ever share such an intimate moment again with the elf he loved, but now that he thought about it, it should perhaps not have been a surprise. Elu had ever been one for cuddles, be it with his brothers or his friends.

“Some things never change, it seems?” Mablung asked, but received no answer, so he busied himself with stroking loose strands of hair behind Elu’s ear. For a while, he remained as he was, savouring the moment and waiting for his head to clear, then he slowly and carefully disentangled himself from his King and rose, spreading his mantle over him. 

“Sleep tight.” he murmured, then went to find the Queen.

He found her sitting in the glade where they had held the feast, with Thônwen, her sister-in-law, braiding her hair. They both smiled as they beheld him, and Mablung bowed low.

“Have you two at last talked it out?” the Queen asked, laughter in her eyes. Mablung felt himself blush violently, but nodded all the same.

“We did. But I am afraid we emptied the jar of wine and…”

Thônwen snorted. 

“Is he behaving in any way that will warrant me denying our kinship?”

Now Mablung allowed himself a smile as well.

“Nay, lady, he’s sleeping soundly. But I deemed it prudent to let the Queen know anyway.”

Melian returned his smile, and got up, covering the distance between them dancing, clearly rejoicing in being able to move freely again.

“It is wonderful” she said, as if in answer to Mablung’s thoughts “… not to have to hide it anymore.”

She stroked her rounded belly tenderly, then bade Thônwen goodnight and followed Mablung to where he had left Elu sleeping. 

“I apologise for making you so uncomfortable earlier, Mablung.” she said after a little while in a very earnest voice. “I did not mean to.”

“That is quite alright, my lady. I was merely… astonished that you knew.”

Melian laughed.

“How could I not know? Elu told me even before we left Nan Elmoth. You hold a very special place in his heart, as I am sure you know. And as he has told you so again tonight, I should guess?”

“So he has.” Mablung answered gravely.

“I thank you, Mablung, for being so generous as to not begrudge me our love, as you easily might have done.”

Melian’s words came somewhat surprising for Mablung, and he felt the heat creep into his cheeks once more.

“Nay, lady, how could I? Much rather, I should thank you for not shunning me for what I did.”

For a while, Melian walked beside him in silence, then she said: “Shun you for loving my husband still? What fell creature of Melkor would I need to be to do that? Nay, Mablung, I’d much rather call you a dear friend for it, if you should permit it? Our fates are tied together anyway through that shared love.”

Mablung felt overwhelmed in a very beautiful way. He had not counted on Melian offering him her friendship, but that she had seemed to lift a heavy weight off his shoulders.

“I would be honoured, Lady Melian. You have my love anyway as my Queen, and as the one to make Elu so very happy. I… he’s everything to me.”

“I know.” Melian said earnestly, and she smiled at him before she went to where Elu still lay sleeping. Mablung remained standing where she had left him. His relief now truly started to sink in, and a deep peace settle over him. It would be alright, he thought. Now it would finally be alright.

[cruelestpigeon]

Unpopular opinion but Killer Queen is Aziraphale’s song, not Crowley’s. Just take one quick look at the lyrics and it becomes fairly obvious who the song belongs to.

The intro alone is so Aziraphale coded

“She keeps her Moët et Chandon

In her pretty cabinet

"Let them eat cake, " she says

Just like Marie Antoinette

A built-in remedy

For Khrushchev and Kennedy

At anytime an invitation

You can't decline”

or

“Caviar and cigarettes

Well versed in etiquette

Extraordinarily nice”

OR

“Recommended at the price

Insatiable an appetite

Wanna try?”

OR!!!

“Perfume came naturally from Paris (naturally)

For cars she couldn't care less

Fastidious and precise”

I rest my case.

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmm musical cultivator shen yuan again. Feng Xuanlu, the Wind Song. He has this well-loved wooden pipe he inherited from is adoptive father that he uses on occasion. When the traveling day gets slow and he doesn't feel like singing, when he's stressed, when night falls and he's sitting around a fire with his troupe and they've all had a little bit to drink.

His hair is long and black, always tied up into a ponytail or a braid of some sort. When he's in camp he loosens it up until its splayed messily over his shoulder. He has crows feet around his eyes that scrunch up when he smiles. His eyes are bamboo green and his hands are rough and callused from years of plucking strings and work. He has scars on his back that he won't explain the origins of.

His voice is low and warm like a fire, it gets raspy in the mornings or when he's been humming or singing for too long. He speaks like there's sunshine dripping off his tongue. He speaks soft, he speaks and his voice takes up the entire room. He's spent over a decade hearing his praises getting sung and he still gets shy over it sometimes.

Whenever he goes into town he has to have at least three other musicians with him at all times -- not his decision of course, but the unanimous choice of his companions. Shen Yuan gathers admirers everywhere he goes, and his companions have long since learned that their dear friend and leader is completely unaware of it. So they have to beat off these suitors with sticks.

[deliciousindelusion]

Sorry if coloring is messy, I was feeling lazy.

LMAO Pattadol doesn’t understand what went wrong in her ‘totally foolproof romance’ plan. Mithrun just took the L like a champ though. Thistle had a good day after that.

[monsterboyblood]

I think one of the key components of whether or not Proto Man is written well is if you think he’d like Garfield.

[overtherose]

Oogie Boogie

DC x dp prompt free for grabs

Danny is bored and so he begins speaking nonsense into the little pits in the ghost zone not knowing that they are connected to the DC universe via Lazarus pits.

One day as Ra's, Al Ghul is around the pits. He hears an echo. Curious he follows the echo to its source. As he gets colder he realizes that the source of the sounds are coming from the Lazarus pits. He leans in, concentrating on what the pits seem to be muttering.

...Oogie Boogie... woobie Boogie... boogie boogie...

[mirmoria]

ep.4 Vee from love mechanics will forever be my favourite despair animal

[goyurim]

love how their whole dynamic is basically him being like:

and her being done with his shit:

[thebabygirlenthusiast]

Started playing disco elysium. Why is Harry such a freak of nature. What is wrong with him.

[accultant]

Jaheira swayed as she stepped closer to Iago, her eyes wide with drunken disbelief, her hands firmly gripping their shoulders. She leaned in, her face a mix of bafflement and sheer incredulity, as if she were trying to decipher the meaning of the universe itself — or at least the latest cosmic joke it had played on her.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me,” she began, her voice rising with every syllable, “you have a twin? A twin?!” She shook them lightly, as if trying to rattle sense into both of them — or herself. “So, let me get this straight. Not content with spreading his bloody seed across the realms, not content with the chaos of Bhaalspawn running amok, this time Bhaal decided to — what? — make it double?!”

Her laughter started low, almost a growl, before it erupted into a full-throated, unhinged cackle. She let go of Iago’s shoulders, only to stagger back a step and throw her arms wide in a gesture of mock reverence. “Twins! Oh, divine one, you’ve outdone yourself this time!”

She turned back to Iago, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. “And here I thought my life couldn’t get any more complicated. But no, no! This time I have a matching set! Do you both come with blades, or is one of you the talky type?”

Jaheira wiped a tear from her eye, still chuckling, before fixing them with a half-serious glare. “If I wake up tomorrow and find out you’ve got triplets lurking somewhere, I’m going to throw myself off the nearest cliff. Mark my words.”

Iago scrunches up their shoulders when she grabs them and leans back with an unhappy whine as she leans forward like a clumsy, awkward dance between the two inebriated companions.

"Yes, twins, yes," they start, exasperated, having had this conversation a million times since the truth came to light.

But it doesn't quite seem like appearances are Jaheira's biggest issue here. Iago is surprised more people don't jump to this concern. It's almost a nice change to the surface-level 'twins? you're kidding, right?' looks of disbelief between the pathetic, magical waif and the 6'5 dogboy who couldn't look less alike. Almost a nice change. Mostly, it makes them want to bang their head against a tree.

"I've been wondering what the reasoning was my whole life," Iago grumbles as she shakes them. "He must've gotten quite bored. Can you keep it down?"

Her subsequent laughter and flourishing make Iago want to bury their head in the ground, so they bury themselves in their drink instead, throwing back the rest of it.

"No, I don't like using blades, that's Puck's thing. Words, I guess... But it's not even like that, it's not as if he was trying to double his kill count with another spawn."

Part of Iago is begging themselves to have a little tact, but Jaheira doesn't seem too inclined for a sugar-coated conversation and Iago is one or two glasses past trying, "Yes, there's the occasional bout of bloodlust and those irritating little voices in my head, but it's manageable. My role... Well, it's more like... I'm... Hm."

They squint, trying to think through a tipsy haze of a more eloquent way to explain that- "I'm Puck's personal slaughter lamb."

Well. That's one way to put it.

They quickly scramble to continue, "I mean- We aren't supposed to make some deadly duo. I was supposed to be killed by him-" They gesture over their shoulder with a roll of their eyes, "Ages ago. It's probably supposed to be symbolic or something, fate and killing the one you love most and all that, blah, blah, blah... But clearly, it's been a dud of an experiment so far since, well-" Now it's Iago's turn to gesture their arms in a rare show of the morbid pride they feel in their survival against all odds. Still kicking! They stumble a little on their feet as they do, a wobbly grin flashing across their flushed face- "Hah hah."

The display passes quickly, and they shrink again at her last threat, scoffing, "Gods, no. Just the two. That's more than enough, not that it should be any of your concern. If you think this is getting complicated for you, imagine actually being one half of this mess."

[sammygender]

to me john winchester is like. worst man alive. just wants to do right by his family. cares about his sons more than anything in the world but puts them in life-threatening danger every single day. hubris and arrogance of a god and never believes they will actually die despite the fact that he also has the paranoia and terror and deep intense mistrust of the world of eight year old me. treats both his sons like his soldiers, his eldest son like his surrogate wife/best friend/coparent/counsellor, his youngest son like the troubled-drug-addict-bad-boyfriend problem child miles before he ever actually does anything problematic to john and even then just because he has hobbies and wants to go to college.

wants them to be happy and themselves and have good lives, but thinks he needs them to be mini-him and good at fighting and not much else, and that takes priority. 'wants' all sorts of good things for them but just keeps postponing those good things until he avenges their mother until in a second their childhood's gone by. feels deep immeasurable guilt for everything he's done and knows he's ruined his children's lives. damages them in a hundred different ways, one third that he realises at the time and decides to do anyway, another third that he's unaware of at the time and realises later, and the last third that he'll never realise and never take back.

loves them miles too much and still not enough for it to matter. teaches them both that they're the only things that matter in the world and that they don't matter at all. still fervently believes that everything he did was for the best and was needed and had to be done, and always will.

[atlasdoe]

For Remus' birthday my wish is that The Marauders fandom would stop confusing Wales to Birmingham😭

[ganondoodle]

okay more elden ring DLC spoilers below the read more

what fucks me up the most is ....... that we never actually get to meet the real actual Radahn, hes either a rotting zombie or some constructed meat puppet with a manipulated soul of his

the most we know is from the base game stuff, his men and everything, but we never get to meet him- and now ... it undermines the whole festival, i felt like it was sorrowful goodbye and attempt to grant him an honorable death- that made me fall for him in the end, the lore around that and the whole build up and vibe of it, it felt so genuine but now you cant feel that, bc you know .... either way he will be suffering, let him rot for all eternity being a threat to friend and foe alike, as this mindless monster chowing away at corpses like a beast when he used to be a powerful respected general

or kill him but instead of giving him the death he wanted his soul is instead grafted into a meat puppet by his half brother so he can be controlled and made to agree to marry him despite rejecting it in life (as far as i understood it, he definitely did reject it though bc otherwise malenia wouldnt have tried to assassinate him to get him delivered over)-

so theres no good answer and im left wondering, did his men know of that? im gonna guess no, bc the whole point of the festival was to bring him HONOR when there was nothing of his honor left, of him left, and theres no honor in being turned into a literal marionette for your half brothers sick play

you could call it tragic, and it is, but it feels so much more ..... like just wanting to violate him even in death, just because he hasnt suffered enough, lets make it even more horrible just for sufferings sake (like i get it, i like when my favs also get to suffer, what happened to him in the base game was a part of why i love him so much- but theres a limit to that imo) it takes away from so much of the festival and everything, you are not taking part in one last final battle so Radahn can die fighting, you are handing his soul over to his half brother that wants to use him like a puppet, LITERALLY, to make a mockery of his memory, make him do things he would never have if he was himself, i cant think of anything more horrible to do to him

and his people are utterly convinced they are doing right by him, when the rot was probably better than what miquella would do to him, as horrible as that was.. and if they WERE aware then wow ....... i guess miquella really had everyone on his side huh uwu, like that sucks even more, so none of them ever felt and cared about him or were all also brainwashed YIPPIIIE

(not to mention how much interesting miquella lore gets twisted into actually he was just a scheming little creep and everyone that followed him was quite literlally brainwashed- i know the whole bewitching thing is like, his thing, but MAN- it feels like whoops it was all a dream and it never actually happened when its done bad)

(and i know Radahn is a fictional character but people are gonna pin it on him i just know it, like espeically those that dont care about lore and are just there for the fights .... like its not his fault!!! and i felt like he was already hated enough, first by his too hard boss battle in base game and now in the DLC its a repeat of that even harder (though i find the complaints a lil >_> bc i have seen people just walk right over story bosses so just ... overlevel yourself if you want to do that too, you dont have to fight a boss for three days, explore and level up?) and it was already annoying how malenia defenders AND radahn defenders kept trying to make the other into some horrible asshat, when they are both not great and thats valid, but now its??? )

[blueiight]

its interesting that louis write ups abt him “not being the perfect victim” (which is true) are essentially personal rants that exclusively invoke the author’s own psychology & not that of the character on screen. they never think to his behavior toward claudia as part of a complex pattern in her own life & when discussing race in iwtv they never regard claudia as also a character impacted by her specific background. despite the show explicitly having her mention her life of adoption to madeleine & the play on stage mocking some of her worst experiences (the character’s broken leg, mocking her attempt to escape her physical condition by making her play a foolish baby, being passed from neglectful parent to abusive caretaker) and the progression of claudia from enduring to hating it entirely like despite louis& claudia both being black from the same city of the same ethnicity they have very different backgrounds tht inform how they respond to & exist being vampires���. there is still the ‘and claudia’ affect: where shes only discussed bc they almost forgot she too is now black+ is a relevant character😵‍💫

[bberetd]

the girlies! (so far)

thought of a random story to tie together. basically, poor Peach 🤣

CW Drinking

Soooo, as much as we all dread the thought, Peach and Mario were having what we call Trouble in Paradise™, and she was simple tired of being cooped up in her castle and brooding. She didn’t feel like being rational in the moment, she needed to get away.

Her best friend Daisy has always talked about her… remedies, for feeling more free, so the minute Peach called her up, Daisy practically barged into Peach’s castle.

Daisy dragged Peach to Sarasaland. One of the things Daisy’s particular kingdom within Sarasaland was famous for was its bars and grand casinos, so that was the princesses’ stop.

She invited Peach at first to play some Casino games, inviting her to gamble, but Peach didn’t want to waste her money (to which Daisy raised an “r u kidding me” eyebrow; they were multi-MILLIONAIRES). Daisy shrugged and played on her own, and Peach was fine with watching, until she got comfortable enough to spend some money and go wild.

The two have tried all the games, and while Peach was feeling slightly better than she was hours before, she still had a sliver of pain that she wanted to be rid of. That’s when Daisy pulled out the drinks. It was Sarasaland’s very own fine wine, the best in taste and its kick.

Daisy knew Peach rarely drank (she took sips at most), bet desparate times call for desparate measures, so she poured a generous amount wine into a wine glass. Peach took a sip, and already felt herself feeling a lot better. She chugged down the rest of the drink, reeling back and forth, but already felt like she was on cloud nine. Daisy gulped, knowing she made a mistake.

And so uh…

This led to the top pic. 😬

Forgive my lack of knowledge on drinks, still have a few months till I’m 21 🤧 I did my best

The drawing was actually inspired by a render @tatami_DAZE on twitter made, but I couldn’t find her acc :(

But yeaaah Peach and Daisy dump coming soon!