#hangover cw

[perfectoffering]

𝙹𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙼𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 ⤐ closed to @lvndersbloom ( 𝙳𝚈𝙻𝙰𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙼 )

✧  .  𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈  𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴  𝙸𝚂  𝙰  𝙱𝙻𝚄𝚁  during  all  the  good  parts  and  painfully  clear  during  all  the  bad.  she'd  woken  up  with  perhaps  the  worst  hangover  she'd  ever  had  —   which  was,   embarrassingly,  really  saying  something  —  and  felt  as  though  she  had  no  choice  but  to  usher  a  half-asleep  and  very  confused  wyatt  out  of  her  apartment  as  quickly  as  possible.  this  was  perhaps,  an  act  of  self-hatred  or  -punishment,   as  the  best  thing  for  her  in  that  moment  would  very  likely  be  seeking  comfort  and  solace  with  someone  she  truly  believed  cared  about  her,   someone  who  would  listen.   but  she  needs  answers,  for  better  or  for  worse.   she  splashs  some  cold  water  on  her  face  —  hair  is  a  mess  but  she  doesn't  have  the  energy  to  push  a  brush  through  it,  and  eyes  are  allergic  reaction  level  puffy  —  and  throws  a  sweatshirt  on.   she  wishes  she  could  do  more,   and  the  glaringly  apparent  lack  of  order  makes  her  stomach  turn.   already,   the  tears  start  again.   vision  blurring,   she  storms  out  of  her  apartment  and  heads  upstairs,   spare  key  to  dylan's  apartment  in  one  trembling  hand.  she  sniffles  loudly  and  wipes  at  a  runny  nose  with  one  sleeve,  brow  knitting  as  she  tries  and  fails  and  tries  again  to  fit  the  key  into  the  lock.   mumbling  obscenities  under  her  breath,   with  how  her  eyes  burn  it's  a  wonder  she  unlocks  the  door  at  all.   dylan  is  still  passed  out  on  the  floor  of  the  living  room,   and  it's  about  ten  seconds  earlier  than  jemima  is  prepared  to  encounter  her  friend.  she  freezes,  having  been  denied  that  crucial  time  to  gather  her  thoughts.  she  closes  the  door  behind  her,  at  least,   and  slips  the  key  back  inside  her  pocket.  a  moment  of  searching  the  room  and  her  eyes  land  on  an  empty  tissue  box  on  the  floor  within  reach.  she  reaches  for  it,   and  —   —  —  —   the  box  collides  with  dylan's  head.   "wake  up!"  she  yells,  leaning  over  to  scream  towards  dylan  on  the  ground.  "sleep  is  for  good  friends only!"

[ramshackledtrickster]

I’m sick and can’t draw much (sorry) but i decided to watch the last maharajah dlc for ac syndicate and

[elenthyaolyenths]

Day 8: “Hangover” – Good Omens

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Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours instead of 8-20 on my previous projects (1h30 here, I had a rough day at work and I just couldn’t have the energy to draw a more difficult prompt)

Today's theme chosen by me: Rough day? So, what about a rougher night with your bestie. And an extraordinary amount of alcohol™. Aaaaand the weirdest waking-up ever.

As I was exhausted after work, I just wanted to draw a sleepy-lazy-drowsssy Snake!Crowley, and Turtledove!Aziraphale came along to the party. Yessss, a turtledove, not a dove. Turtledove, I like them, me. Why? Because in France, they are grey – so it seems perfect for Azi. And they have a collar of darker feathers, just like a bow tie. And they have the cutest softest soothing song I have ever heard. Aaaaaand I am positively sure that when they bond, they bond for life. *mic drop, goes back to sleep*

[foreheadlicker69]

Here, have these lazy sketches with a side of eyestrain 🤲

Happy holidays!

[fuumiku]

I’ve learned to hold my alcohol better than I can hold most people

Color pallette called "my wife fucking left me" from this game-challenge, I simply had to

[sageofthestarz]

Some sad kinda fucked Ifrit thoughts because I woke up and they came

Cw; Substance Abuse, Sex as a coping mechanism, and just kinda general sads.

Nothing graphic said but still putting those ^

Ifrit

Big, Strong, oh so stupid Ifrit.

That's what was thought of him. A muscle head who fucked hard, partied hard, and got fucked up without a care.

An easy fuck and go without connections, without having to stick around after sorta thing

That isn't who he was though.

This was all learned behavior because it's what got him the attention he craved, any sense of being useful, cared about even if it was only because his body was useful

He loved and hated every single second of every single hookup, high, and any other thing that got him out of his head

If he wasn't happy he wasn't useful, if he didn't stay the persona they all knew he wouldn't be liked, if she showed just how broken inside he truly was he'd lose everything and everyone he had, no matter how superficial he needed the attention

It didn't matter if it was a vicious cycle of regrets, and horrible sleepless night, bad highs and.. thoughts he shouldn't have. Couldn't have

It was all he had now

His pack was broken.

His pack hated him after he left.

He never bothered to try and reconnect, why would he.

Aether, Mountain, and Dew stayed with the band, Zephyr never spoke to him, Mist was long gone to be with the lake.

He couldn't bother any of them with this.

With him.

He left the pack, he left the band, that was his choice. He left the only people who cared about him and for what? To go and be whatever he was now?

Yes.

Even when he knew he could possibly rekindle something he didn't. Shoved those feelings down and shoved more substance down his throat.

He didn't deserve it.

Didn't deserve to have that happiness.

That comfort.

Ifrit used to be the most caring, lovable golden retriever there was.

Always following someone's trail, loving on them, and doing every favor he could

His pack loved him

He loved his pack

Now a days he's nothing more then an old dog owned by a family long since grown.

One that's waiting for the first excuse to be put down despite all the love it has left to give.

He thinks it's what he deserves.

A life of misery, and pain without comfort.

He watches his old pack in longing, the only happiness coming from seeing how happy and healthy they are

He'd do anything for them even now

He's so happy to see them thrive and love each other

Even if it also breaks his heart.

[zedortoo]

Buying potions from mysterious alleyway dwelling wizards and ending up totally sloshed... at least he has a big comfy pillow to collapse into...

[captaincravatthecapricious]

Well I’ve listened to this song for the last three weeks straight. Can you tell????

[justjanusthings]

[chrollogy]

my head is still spinning so bad from last night but i have a bottomless brunch to attend at 1pm chat will i make it out alive

[vriskaserketdaily]

i think the only way vriska could have "fixed" roses teen alchaholism is announcing to everyone (but rose ofc) shes going to start an intervention and then the rest of the meteor panicking cause they know shes going to fuck it up so bad so they collectively get their shit together to help rose before vriska can

cw for discussions of alcoholism

nah, i dont think she would forget a grand gesture like that. vriska, passing up a chance to 8e the hero and save somebody from themself? please.

(i also don't think the rest of the meteor crew would be in much of a position to stop her, but i digress)

on top of slapping the mug of wine out of rose's hands every chance she got, she would 100% have a "heart-to-heart" with rose

this utter disaster of a social interaction would betray not only vriska's lack of understanding of human social relationships ("You're sad that adult human squatter 'mom' of yours isn't around anymore when all she did was leech off you and play dum8 mind games????????") but also a cringe-inducing level of tone-deaf projection. ("8elieve me, Lalonde, I know ha8its are a tough thing to 8reak, 8ut your lazy 8itch of a human lusus dying was the 8est thing that could've ever happened to you. You're a free 8ird! No hungry mouths to feed and you don't have to deal with the CONSTANT N8GGING anymore. So stop 8oo-hooing and 8oozing yourself into an early grave! It's fucking path8ic.")

this would have a net-zero effect on rose's addiction/recovery trajectory---immediately after, sure, she might've had a binge motivated by self-loathing, but in the long run all that would happen is rose learning not to drink where vriska might see. there would be potential for ultimately sad and destructive "games" of hide-the-bottle, resulting in disastrous animosity between the two of them, but . . . rose can just alchemize more if vriska finds/destroys her stash lol.

vriska can't fix rose's alcoholism, or anyone's for that matter. you can't make people recover, not if they're not ready to, and any positive intervention on vriska's part would be nothing but a bandaid on something that is ultimately rose's journey and character arc. it literally is not about vriska.

on the other hand, vriska's aliveness and presence on the meteor absolutely would prevent terezi's faygo dependence and relationship with gamzee. (well, if not outright preventing the gamzee thing, her presence would at least mitigate the influence gamzee had over terezi's life pre-retcon). (IF, that is, you think fridging the clown is a lazy and unsustainable solution)

[jellyshark-jester]

I drew this on the train.. I’m not exactly sure why I guess I wanna my girlie to be a lil silly hehe and maybe cuz I have a hangover;-;

I like drawing with no line art it’s therapeutic anyways

!!!GORE WARNING!!!

!!!GORE WARNING!!! Please don’t go further if you’re uncomfortable with gore it’s not good gore but it is gore!!

[atychiphobicm0th]

I’m currently experiencing a hangover from hell. Please euthanize me 😭

[kaerinio]

i'm here & i'm diving into my drafts!💖

[herawell]

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[achillez-on-pawz]

cringe character dialogue from our notes app (thanks corvus!)

Mags lifted up, blinking away both sleep and a pounding headache that threatened the corners of his vision. He turned to look at his partner, curled up besides him.

"Did...we do something bad? Last night, I mean."

Clyde yawned, stretched, and then hugged his husband best friend closer.

"I wouldn't consider anything we did bad, per se. Laws exist, yes, but it doesn't always mean morality."

He blinked lazily, before continuing.

"Even the most lawful man can commit the most immoral acts, and besides, there's not much immoral about love."

Before the other could reply, Clyde gently kissed his forehead, sighing.

"Now go back to sleep, before the hangover kicks in."