#drunkness mention

[prokopetz]

If you please, reblog with your favourite random encounter/event/complication/whatever table entry from any tabletop RPG you've read.

Currently mine (from the random hangover table in Josh McCrowell's His Majesty the Worm):

You wake up with a wedding ring on a finger. It's not your finger.

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposal and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[barxlupin]

@starspurn asked:

"do you suppose i could become inebriated from your blood?" it's an idle curiosity, spoken without forethought as bram nuzzles sleepily into james' shoulder.

"Mmh?"

James glances at the vampire half-asleep on his shoulder, golden eyes half-lidded. Many wouldn't be so relaxed with a vampire this close, but James trusts Bram and knows the other won't try to bite him without explicit permission. The Vampire King doesn't require blood to survive or maintain his sanity, not like when he first turned. If he's asking, he might be considering the idea, but not out of necessity to feed.

"Maybe? I drink a lot of alcohol and have been doing so for a long time, my blood is probably saturated with it. I guess it could, depending on your alcohol tolerance. Alcohol does affect people differently after all, one glass might be like drinking water for someone and leave someone else passed out on the floor in an instant..."

As he speaks, James tilts his head to the side, exposing more of his long, pale neck "You could give it a try. I won't mind it if you want to bite me..." he murmurs, cheeks reddening a bit, but his gaze is warm, showing no trace of fear.

[felsicveins]

The road to forgiveness is paved with miles of bullying

[bamsara]

Now that booze is Real in COTL I'm legally obligated to post my shitposts and comics for the Drunken Gods chapter of TROD

The entire chapter will be half plot development and half pure dumbassery shenanigans. Written snippets below:

[xxsabitoxx]

Drunk!Satoru thoughts ~ 18+

Drunk Satoru would get wasted off of half a spiked seltzer. This bitch would be white girl wasted, sobbing in the corner of the room asking you if you’d still love him if he was a worm. He’s gonna be a whiny little bitch and so utterly sensitive. Even you caressing his arm will have him whimpering and whining.

You could ask drunk Satoru to sit on your lap… no better yet STRADDLE your lap and he’s doing it with enthusiasm. Doesn’t mater that he’s taller and bigger than you, he will put all of his weight on you and nearly crush you with the force of his love.

Sloppy make outs with drunk Satoru will always lead to sloppy fucking. Sloppy because he’s too far gone to actually be on top in any capacity, he’s relying on you to ride his dick till you’re done and will not be able to assist you in any capacity.

Sloppy because you’re equally as drunk and cannot bounce on his lap without his assistance after a while. So it turns into this wet mess of just half heartedly bouncing while primarily grinding your hip down on his.

Drunk Satoru is practically sobbing as you ride his dick, not stopping even after he has cum because he’s still fucking hard and you want to milk him for everything he’s worth. Either that or you’ll pass out first.

[laurrelise]

one of my favorite parts about that scene in season 3 episode 7 of the umbrella academy is right after the umbrellas and sparrows “contained” the keugelblitz and celebrate by opening several bottles of alcohol and partying, because in every single shot ben is in, he’s either trying to get himself or five as wasted as possible

[snowflake-sage]

They are good friends!

[aventurineswife]

Hey ♪ If I may request: drunk confessions w/ aven? (He's the drunk one). Thank you~ (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

“Drunk Words are Sober Thoughts”

Summary: After a night of drinking, Aventurine lets his guard down, confessing feelings he's kept hidden. With his defenses down, Aventurine reveals a side of himself he rarely shows, leaving the night open for possibilities when morning comes.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Drunk Confession, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Soft Aventurine, Sweet Kiss, Vulnerability, Slow Burn Romance.

Warnings: Mention of alcohol use.

It was nearly midnight when you found Aventurine at the bar, slumped over the counter in a way you’d never thought possible for the usually poised and strategic Stoneheart. His hair was disheveled, his hat tipped sideways on his head, and his glassy eyes lit up the moment he saw you.

“Oh, there you are,” he slurred, a wide, sloppy grin spreading across his face. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight… but I’m glad you came.”

You sighed, stepping closer as he attempted to sit up, only to wobble and nearly fall off the barstool. Quickly, you reached out, catching his arm to steady him.

“Come on, Grandpa,” you murmured. “It’s time to get you home.”

He let out a little laugh, clearly amused. “Home? With you? Now that’s a jackpot, darling.”

Rolling your eyes, you helped him up, looping his arm over your shoulder as you led him out of the bar. As the two of you stepped into the cool night air, Aventurine tilted his head, squinting at you as though he were seeing you for the first time.

“Did I ever tell you,” he muttered, leaning in closer, “how annoyingly… irresistible you are?”

You tried not to laugh at his tipsy confession. “Oh, really? You’ve never mentioned it before.”

“Well, it’s true,” he insisted, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I mean, I try not to think about it… I really do. But every time I see you, it’s like, ‘There they are. There’s the one person who makes me want to… to stop playing the games.’”

You felt your heart skip a beat, caught off-guard by his unfiltered honesty. But you couldn’t let yourself get too caught up in his words. Not right now, at least. “Let’s get you back first, okay? You can tell me all about it when you’re sober.”

As you led him down the street, he continued to mumble, words spilling out like confessions he’d been holding back for ages.

“You’re… you’re special, you know that? No one else would bother dragging me home like this.” He laughed, a genuine, heartfelt sound that softened something inside you.

When you finally reached his place, Aventurine let you guide him to his bed, collapsing onto it with a sigh of relief. He looked up at you, eyes half-lidded and warm as he reached for your hand, catching it gently.

“Thank you… for tonight,” he murmured, pulling you a bit closer. “For… everything.”

Before you could say anything, Aventurine tugged you down, catching you by surprise. His lips brushed against yours—a gentle, tentative kiss, warm and lingering. It was soft, but it held all the feelings he’d tried so hard to hide. You felt his hand on your cheek, holding you as though he were afraid you might disappear.

When he pulled back, he blinked, the weight of what he’d just done seeming to dawn on him, even in his hazy state. But instead of pulling away, he leaned his forehead against yours, his smile turning soft, almost shy.

“I… might have wanted to do that for a while.” He whispered, his voice barely audible.

A smile tugged at your lips as you rested a hand on his, fingers intertwining. “And I might have wanted you to, too.”

Aventurine let out a contented sigh, eyes fluttering closed as he whispered one last thing before drifting off. “Then… maybe… when I wake up… we can try this again?”

You brushed a strand of hair from his face, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Definitely.”

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your character like this

[sluug-juice]

Doodles of Bill and Pyramid Steve (due to the new lore from Alex H. it's canon that Bill owns a flip phone)

[dip-the-pip]

idc about the top songs tell me your last 5 songs and 3 weird honourable mentions for even MAKING it on the top 100 list

[firewolf111]

Remus: I have an idea to get away with drunk driving.

Janus: By not driving while drunk?

Remus: No, stupid. By bringing a sober friend with you. That way, when you get pulled over, you kiss them and inhale their sober air to pass the breathalyzer.

Janus: That's not- why wouldn't you just have the sober friend drive?

Remus: *stares at Janus with a wide grin while blinking one eye at a time*

Janus: ...

Janus: Are you just creating an excuse to make out with me?

[necrotic-nephilim]

Tim's unternet suit really is the most glaringly obvious hero worship/crush for Dick thing he ever has. in the unternet, where Tim's subconscious creates what he is. that's the suit his brain comes up with? something so clearly derivative of Nightwing? down to the *finger stripes*?

red robin #19

this is gay as hell. the reason Tim can't wear this soul irl is bc the first thing he would do is jerk off in it. and he couldn't handle the embarrassment of Dick seeing how similar it is. if DC ever made this Tim's official suit the first thing they would have to do is make Tim and Dick fuck in it. i'm so close to writing that fic i won't lie.

[loonadelfly]

>Do coke for 50 hours in a row

>Stay awake for 2 days

>Have the most fucked up nosebleed of your life and almost OD

>drink wine and repeat

[shiftythrifting]

1. Some shot glasses with some interesting definitions on them.

2. Face Bum/Bum Face soap bar, so you never get your cheeks mixed up

3. A jelly candle with crap in it

4. A granny racing game