#intox game

[yourtranstwink]

intox notes game!! (CLOSED)

this will be open from 9pm EST to 12am EST. after that time is complete, then i’ll be completing the game. spamming notes is allowed (and highly encouraged 🫣)

if you submit asks, you are allowed to tell to edge for up to 15 more minutes OR take 1-3 more hits. you’re allowed to submit multiple asks, just don’t go too crazy

goals

every 10 notes: take 1 hit

20 notes: edge for 10 minutes

every 25 notes: take 2 extra hits

30 notes: edge for 20 minutes

50 notes: cockwarm a dildo until all hits are complete

75 notes: edge for 30 minutes

100 notes: let @bunnypuppppp control my wand until i finish

bonus goal! (just in case)

150 notes: put in my vibrating butt plug

[smokeintheattic]

Gonna make a liquor store run omw home from work 🤭

Let’s play a game until then!

Every like: 1 gulp

Every reblog: 1 shot

Every comment: refill drink

If I hit fifty notes I’ll bip my rong 🌬️🌬️

Show me enough love and I might stream the whole thing on twitch. C’mon I know you wanna see me fucked up 💜

[uwubambi]

i cant come over im doing gamer girl shit

[yourgoodbuck]

intox game time

one like = 1 hit

one reblog = 15 minutes of having my dildo in my ass + 1 hit

[narcissisticsmoker]

The bass pounds, deep and steady, vibrating through my ribs, sinking into my bloodstream like a drug. The heat of the club wraps around me, thick with sweat, smoke, and sin. Lights flicker, casting bodies into flashes of red and blue, shadows dancing against the walls. But none of it matters.

Because I see her.

She leans against the bar, one leg crossed over the other, a glass in her hand filled with something dark and smooth. Her lips press against the rim, sipping slow, savoring, like she has all the time in the world. Pale blue eyes flicker under the shifting lights, cold and unreadable, but they find me. They hold me. They burn into me.

She knows.

She watches as I move, pushing through the bodies, deliberate and unhurried. Letting her take me in. Letting her feel the weight of my presence before I even reach her. She doesn’t look away, doesn’t flinch. That mouth curves, just slightly, enough to send a sharp pulse of need straight to my core.

I stop close. Close enough to breathe her in, the scent of something rich and intoxicating.

“Having fun?” My voice is low, meant just for her.

She tilts her head, one perfect brow lifting. “Could be better.”

I smirk. My fingers ghost over her waist as I reach past her for my drink. Just a brush, the lightest touch, but I feel the way she tenses. I hear the small catch of her breath.

I set my glass down and take her hand. No hesitation. No question. Just taking. She lets me. Her fingers curl around mine, grip firm, nails biting into my palm. I lead her through the crowd, into the heat, into the music, into me.

Her body presses against mine, fitting like she was made for this, for me. She moves with precision, rolling her hips, her thigh slipping between my legs, the friction sharp and electric. My grip tightens on her waist, fingers digging into soft fabric, soft skin, pulling her even closer.

She tilts her head back, throat exposed, eyes half-lidded. Daring me. Begging me.

I lean in, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “You taste like trouble.” My voice is rough, thick with restraint.

She laughs, breathless, nails dragging over my shoulders, down my spine. A warning. A promise.

I trail my hand up her back, curling my fingers around the nape of her neck, tilting her face toward mine. Her breath is warm, lips parted, close enough that I could take what I want.

But I don’t.

Not yet.

I make her wait. Make her feel the ache, the tension, the hunger clawing between us. Her nails dig in deeper, body pressing harder, desperate for the next move.

She doesn’t realize she’s already mine.

And I will devour her.

[cutestpuppie]

I’ll edge like a good boy for every note (๑/////๑ " )

[retiredprodom]

Strip trauma dumping

You start at either the most recent or least damaging event and then work back towards the first or worst incidents.

Every time you start a new story, you have to remove a piece of clothing.

Too many incidents and not enough clothes?

Once you're completely naked you would progress to physical acts of gradually increasing significance.

Wanna add intox? One of the options could be taking a shot or a hit on a bong.

Or maybe everytime you start a new story it would be up to me what you do, removing clothing, doing something or taking something.

Just a cute date idea I had <3

(do it with me)

[intox-princess]

Fuck it I’ll do one of these games

For every note this gets I’ll do one (1) gulp from whatever I’m drinking tomorrow. That includes each reblog and Like. This offer ends on 5 PM est

My ask box will be open, I’ll do the same (one gulp) per ask. This part of the game will stay open until I pass out

If I think of anything else I’ll add it

EDIT: I didn’t think it’d actually go above double digit notes lmao gotta stick it back to gulps instead of individual drinks lmao sorry!

EDIT 2: tempted to make it two gulps per now tho 🤔

[yourtranstwink]

intox challenge log

just took my 1st hit, only 50 more to go 😵‍💫

[smokeintheattic]

Posting stream link in a few come watch me get wasted 🍹

[monwillica]

oh my god i love your jet lag art!!! could i request a drawing of something from the dirty laundry episode? :)

I feel like this sort of sums up one half of the couch

[goldenbituin]

Swans ea

[hotmasc]

intox game

every 15 notes on this post is another hit, every 35 is a bigger hit, and if yall get me to say, 75 notes then i'll attempt to post my cunt <3 in the meantime, pls enjoy:

[asha-mage]

I have largely said nothing about Veilguard because I am not, by nature, a hater and if I have nothing good to say I try to avoid saying anything. And also because watching a beloved franchise (and a huge ground breaker for LGBT rep for me personally and games in general) utterly crater brings me nothing but heartache.

But with the news I feel like this at least needs to be said: this is not the fault of BG3, or "woke", or whatever other excuse annoying chuds want to trot out. To a limited extent it's not even really the fault of the industry- at least no more so than usual. Bioware has been on this trajectory since Inquisition. They had ten years to turn things around and they didn't. Instead they chased trends and fairytales and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow called "live service" and never considered they might just need to stick to what worked and tell a good story.

All the while they were shedding more talent and more passion until we ended up with Veilguard. The fulfillment of the promise of Inquisition: a cynical triple a cash grab meant to appeal to everyone and so appealing to no one. A game that ignores the most interesting rich parts of it's setting to serve up a calorie free action RPG that manages to say absolutely nothing about the ideas at the heart of the Dragon Age series.

No one deserves to lose their job and layoffs are an unethical bloodletting to please investors, but things didn't have to go this way. The rails had come off with Inquisition but it wasn't too late to prevent a crash.

Instead they barreled full steam ahead. And we ended up here.

[fragilefangirl]

I do think that Coryo fell in love with Lucy Gray, but i also fully believe that such love would never have been possible had he not be given the near-total control over her fate in the games, and by extension, her fate in the Capitol.

Listen. Here is a boy who has nothing but his last name, posing around pretending like he owned everything while scrambling for a scrap of something. Here is a boy who had to share everything he had ever owned, who was never fully in control of anything except for his words.  Here is a boy, who, due to the lie he's been controlling, can never let anyone in -- not even his pseudo-older sister and not even his most affectionate classmate -- for it poses the risk of being perceived, and potentially punished for his lack of ownership.

And then suddenly this boy -- who's so desperate to own something -- is granted the ownership of another person  a full-pass to control everything about her; her words, her image, her story. And sure, she wasn't his first pick, but the thought of having something gave him a sense of relief and dignity his lies could never give him, and that dignity, that slight restoration of confidence, gave way for that first crack on his chest after being guarded for so long.

And then the person he "owned" showed up, and she was the most interesting person of the pick. She gave the people a show and she made a song on top of it, turning his confidence to pride. I truly believe that had he been assigned to another person, he would not have showed up to the train station, simply due the fact that they were not interesting enough to warrant his  visit -- or his grandma'am's roses. Him showing up to the train wasn't just done in goodwill; it was also a stake of ownership -- it was him, acknowledging to himself that this was something worth owning, and like other things worth owning, it could be taken away from him if he lets his guard slips.

And that becomes the initial foundation to their interaction; the talking, the bringing up food... sure, Lucy Gray was interesting, but he was detached of her charm in those first meeting, seeing her in the lens of how others might measure her and her worth. his main focus was "taking care of her"; making sure his precious thing survived, making sure his ownership of her -- and thus his pride -- will not dissipate.

And then the tributes started plotting to kill him, only to be stopped by Lucy Gray. Sure, for her, he might seem as if he was doing something a kind -- even if useless -- meeting her in this run-down train station, and that perhaps was part of the reason why she defended him, and part of the reason why she stood by him in that Zoo cage. But for Coryo, his visit was calculated, his rose a chip of bargain, his zoo visit a byproduct of refusing to be caught slipping. For him, Lucy Gray stepping up for him was uncalled for, a surprising kindness.

He tried to rationalize it best as he could, but he was stumped. And I think this was when he started to really listen to Lucy Gray, to stop being detached from her. He was his father's son, and he believed in knowing the things he owned in order to properly maintain it. And it was this desire to know that melted his walls, that made him vulnerable, because to understand her fully he opened himself up to be understood, which had never happened before.

I think Coryo did love Lucy Gray, however tainted and terrible that love was. I think it was the first time of him making the effort to perceive someone and be reciprocated back -- fully, thoroughly, and wholeheartedly. It helped (or didn't help?) That Lucy Gray was a poet, that she fed him with pretty words; the only things that -- up until she showed up -- he'd ever truly owned for himself. For him, that connection -- added over the fact that he had "owned her", as everyone else kept saying -- must have felt like a drug. It must have felt intoxicating, to own something so lovely, something that adored him. It must have been a new, exhilarating feeling for Coryo, who never owned anything but worthless scraps and his pretty, pretty words. And yes, that was such a terrible way to put it, but love is many things; it can be terrible too.

I think Coryo loved Lucy Gray, and had they stayed in Capitol, he would have been able to continue to "love her". Billy Taupe was just some name, the Covey some story. What for Lucy Gray was history, was only pretty words for him. For all he chose to believe in, they could be the same pretty words he said; mostly lie, some exaggeration. In the Capitol, she is his, fully. And Coryo can love only what he owns.

But they didn't stay at Capitol, they moved to twelve. Suddenly, all her pretty words were honest and real, something he couldn't ignore, much less control. Suddenly, there was the Covey, and Billy Taupe, and Mayor Lipp, and even if her eyes were for him only he still had to share the rest of her -- her voice, her charm, her poise -- with other people. Twelve highlighted that he'd never truly owned her, we all know that. But here's another thing that twelve highlighted; it was him who chose to be the soldier in a rundown district, him who chose to follow her. If there was any ownership to be had here, it was her that owned him.

And Coryo? He doesn't share, yes, but worse than anything, he despises being owned.

This is where TBOSAS shone its brilliance; president Snow is the way he was not because he is an unfeeling sadist the was Volumnia Gaul is. He was the way he was because of love. Because of the vulnerability that comes with that love, and the refusal to surrender to it. President Snow would not be as ruthless and despicable had he been desensitized, and it was his feelings, his capability to love, that led him to employ some of the most gruesome tactics to win the games.

Here's the heartbreaking thing; once upon a time, Coryo loves Lucy Gray, and that love was true. Here's another heartbreaking thing; that love was built on poison, and its toxic vines ruined him so completely, decimated him so thoroughly, he was reborn anew evil; president Snow would not have happened without Lucy Gray, without Coryo's time in Twelve.

President Snow said, "it's the thing we love most that destroys us," and he said this as a warning to Katniss, yes, but he also said it to Coryo's shadow, standing behind her, who was looking at the back of the Girl on Fire, thinking the wavy black hair and the whispered songs were that of someone else's.

[hayaku14]

kaito buying every ticket to every soccer game available just to see that excited look on shinichi's face