#milk punch

[higherfunction]

New York State Special Milk Punch Recipe Vanilla ice cream, cold milk, and citrus fruit juices are combined in this punch bowl.

[butterbourbonandothersins]

Mister Paradise

Mister Paradise is a world-class bar and you will leave in awe of whatever they serve you. They are concocting drinks in the East Village that most of us would never come up with, even on our most creative days.

[psicochurroz]

chainsaw man (and fire punch) album covers

[cuppajj]

just Overlord holding Shadow Milk cookie as if they are some dynamic evil villain duo cross over

you know how much i hate it here

[mxpaint-and-co]

OH HONK! I'm late!!! But not to worry, it is still the same date. Now behold!!! THE Clownga Line, for your patience!!

[wwskalisto]

Nimbus Merino as a kid

(IWILLPUNCHYOUIWILLPUNCHYOUIWILLPUNCHYOUIWILLPUNCHYOUIWILLPUNCHYOUIWILLPUNCHYOUIWILLPUNCHYOUIWILLPUNCHYOUIWILLPUNCHYOU-)

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

For what it's worth, I don't plan to stop writing Dead Boy Detectives fic anytime soon. I have more ideas than I know what to do with and I have so much affection for these characters and this world. My fixations tend to hit me hard and fast and fade slowly, so I don't see myself running out of inspiration anytime soon.

I truly hope that this fandom doesn't fade now that we know we're not getting a season 2. This show was special, but so is all the fic, art, gifsets, etc. that have been created since April. We may never see season 2 on our screens, but that doesn't mean we can't see Edwin and Charles kissing for the first time, Niko's friends rescuing her, Crystal permanently dealing with David, and Charles antagonizing the Night Nurse by calling her Charlie a thousand times over. Netflix can cancel the show, but they can't take that away.

[blackbunnyblobchara]

Finally used my new markers again, tried to figure out their color and design by my own style and I kinda semi-like it

[baldurspeen69420]

This is not BG3 related at all disclaimer, just blowing off steam about my life:

My girlfriend just got diagnosed with Celiac disease, and with her circumstances and diagnosis, that means no gluten and no dairy forever (as far as we know currently)

She's devastated and goddamn it's hard to see someone you love so sad, but I'm taking the fuck it we ball approach

If she's no gluten and no dairy, guess what so am I - bread can kiss my ass!!!!!!!!!!

It's going to be a huge change but FUCK IT WE BALL!! I've already made a Pinterest, I'm following a bunch of new celiac Youtubers, I am going to learn to make the tastiest damn gf and df meals and baked goods ever conceived or I will die trying AND I will be that girl calling the restaurant beforehand if we go out to make sure everything is legit and safe

This is my whole life now this is my new personality, BG3 is now my second personality, I'm Celiac chick now

[struck-by-the-rain]

I love playing w the stickers on my laptop like dolls

[just-some-random-blogger]

🧐🤨 you read my fic ❓ what in the meta verse 😗🍵👌 chile anyways

She like me too 😫 my annoying/clumsy is amplified when i drink methinks

Hey !

About stark reader and daemon, can you do one where they are drunk and tgey go to theire quarters and just straight up start dancing ?

Im talking about the twist and those wierd 50/60 moves and maybe they are singing and the fam wanders whats going on and when they peep throw the door

Merry christmas 🎄

Milk Punch

[Blurb V for the Stark!Reader Universe]

Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You were drunk out of your mind and your husband is loving every second of it.

Word Count: >800

Warnings: fem!reader, wife!reader, mentions of heavy drinking/drunkenness, daemon simp, heavily implied sexy times, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: lol merry new year i only got back to this now T_T but i hope it was worth the wait aslfhaslfhlashflaslfashf i did change a few things i hope thats ok im luv u nonnie this is set before they have kids so this gif is so large but who cares i love him look at him look at my evil meow meow i want him so bad also milk punch is apparently the older name or an older name of egg nog soooo the more you know Tagging: @deniixlovezelda @pinksirensong @targeryenmoony also the lovely @nyctophilic0vitnir i hope this will suffice for now since i have not gotten to writing your req yet Part IV

"Daor, daor," I slurred "nyke daor, daor, daor-"

Daemon grabs me, one hand on my waist the other on my cheek, saying something impressively long and eye-widening-hard to understand in High Valyrian.

I burp in my mouth as the prince asks, "did you sneak yourself some wine?"

"Daor." No.

His narrowed eyes scrutinize my face, "did you drink milk punch?

"Daor."

Daemon sighs, knowing that was in fact, not true.

"Daor," I say.

"I didn't say anything."

"Daor..."

He sighs. 100% inebriated.

"Daor-"

"That the only thing you know, love?"

I sigh, relaxing fully against his arms. Daemon's eye widens when I begin to fall back. His hands quickly dart to my sides, propping me up, gathering me into his chest, "alright, that's enough."

I pout, brows knitting, "daor!"

He rolls his eyes, "if you can tell me--" he bends down. I squeak when he grabs me below my hind and throws me over his shoulder. Daemon huffs, beginning to walk off, "--another word in High Valyrian other than no, I'll let you drink to your heart's content, pup."

I hiccup, then sigh, in pain due to the involuntary tightening of my chest and throat. I think for a long while as the sight of the table where a bunch of stuffy royals were seated quickly becomes smaller. I wave at Rhaenyra when she says good night.

"Last chance," Daemon says right before he reaches the door, "ȳdragon naejot nyke, ñuha jorrāelagon."

Speak to me, my love.

I think, "daor."

Daemon rolls his eyes, promptly exiting the dining hall.

When he sets me down, I'm shocked that we're in our chambers, "when did we get here?"

Daemon spins me around and begins to undo the laces on my back, "what do you mean? We never left our chambers."

"What?!" my jaw drops as I gasp. I move to turn to him, but he holds me back, muttering something incoherent in another language.

Daemon pulls my dress down and I step out of my dress, dashing across the room, throwing arms up in the air, making my thin shift dress flow with my movements. I begin to spin and giggle, stopping only because I begin to lose my balance and fear falling.

"What are you doing?" the man across me asks. When my line of sight is not so blurry, I blink twice and run towards him.

"Easy!" he snaps, lunging forward to catch me before I face plant. I look up at him, blowing back the dark streaks of my hair, reaching out to brush back his light ones with a grin, "dancing!"

My husband's face contorts, he settles me on my feet, "that is not dancing, little girl."

I twist my face in offence, grabbing him by his waist to pull him towards me, "I'll have you know I'm the-" I cut myself off when I trip on Daemon's feet.

"Gods help us," he sighs, setting me back up.

I huff, tightening my grip on his clothes, "-premier dancer of the North."

Daemon rolls his eyes, hands slipping down to the small of my back. I begin to lead us into a slow dance and he steadily picks up on my movements. He says, "I do not doubt you, beloved," but I am uncertain if he doubted me.

I sigh, leaning my head onto his chest, "Cregan made fun of me whenever I danced. He said I was trying too hard to be a lady."

The sound of his hum echoes in my ear, "I can emasculate him," he mutters, hand coming up to my head, "castrate the only thing manly about that dog."

I close my eyes, sighing as I feel the combing of my hair.

"I'll make sure to make up for his loss by breeding plenty pups into my bride," he rests his chin on my head.

"Kepa," I mutter pulling away from him. He grabs my hand, pulling me close to him, "what was that?"

I spin myself in his grip then jump towards him, throwing my arms over his shoulders as I continue to lead us to the music in my head.

"Did you just call me kepa, my lady?"

I purse my lips in thought.

"Kessa ao mazverdagon nyke iā kepa, jorrāelagon?" Daemon smirks.

Will you make me a father, love?

I yawn at the sound of the words I do not understand.

Daemon recoils, "you smell like you drink for sport."

I knit my brows, "I drank as much as you!"

"And that was your mistake."

Daemon pushes me back to spin me around. I do not enjoy it because I feel the sloshing of my stomach. I hold back the liquid that threatens up my throat.

Daemon snatches me forward, lips curved into a smirk, "you don't look so good."

"I want to go to bed."

His nostrils flare in amusement, "I agree."

I yelp softly when I am swept of my feet and carried to our bed. I straighten from where I was sat down when Daemon walks away. I relax only when I realize he was only putting out the lights. When my husband walks back, I bite my lip in anticipation of his movements.

He catches this, lips quirking upward as he rid himself of his clothing. He tilts his head in thought, "does this excite you?"

I nod.

He licks his lips, "do you want to play then, wolf?"

I nod once more, shifting in my place so I could reach out to him.

Daemon walks forward, pushing my black locks back as he allows me to take over the task of undressing him. He hums, "such a sweet girl for her dragon."

I nod again, looking up at him.

He chuckles, "iksan jāre naejot qogralbar ao sīr qopsa."

I'm going to fuck you so hard.

[pumpumpuli]

Here's Karl and Len together! Though now that I look at it, Karl should be even shorter. Ehh, too late!

[solarpawbs]

woe, fobbit be upon ye

[zhongrin]

so wriothesley takes milk with his coffee and sugar with his tea does he.

weak.

i'm off to bully him with haitham and zhongli. /j /aff

disclaimer: you can take your coffee and tea however you want; let me be petty with the newest husband for emptying my entire fates 👍🏻

[kaptnkablooey]

Ref sheet for artfight! You should find me on there- same username! :)

Jamie my silly

[gingermintpepper]

On that trojan war au thing you're writing. 1. What are the tags for it, cause I'm super interested! And would love to read what you have so far! 2. "And Odysseus is a much grimmer darker man due to his home being one of the places that were first swallowed up by Erebus" - I wanna know more about this. Please tell me more.

Oh , wow, I'm so flattered! I'm very happy it sounds appealing to you <33 This work is a huge passion project of mine so I'm always glad to talk more and more about it, especially since there are many aspects occurring in the background (such as the alternate fates of the main players of the Trojan Conflict) which I cannot properly cover or even explain within the events of the novel itself.

That said: 1) If you mean tags as in ao3 - unfortunately, this work isn't on ao3 my friend :( As I said above, these are elements and concepts in the greek mythology based-fantasy novel I'm currently writing (the concept of which I outlined here in the introductory post of my novel concept!) As for wanting to read whatever writing I currently have available: I currently have three fics available on ao3 that are written in my Pursuing Daybreak verse!

The Prince and Princess series deal with a young Apollo and Artemis and the many consequences they face after Apollo has slain Python. The two works uploaded right now are Exeunt Phoebus Apollo which covers the murder trial of Python and Manent Apanchomene Artemis which covers the intense feelings of helplessness and alienation Artemis experiences after Apollo returns from his banishment and is completely changed. Both of these have themes of family, grief and relationship exploration at their heart.

The third bit of writing I have up is quite outdated but does cover the immediate aftermath of Hyacinthus' death. It's called A Petal Falleth and features Apollo making one of those Big Silly Decisions that have completely unintended but extremely important consequences: namely, instead of the larkspurs being made of Hyacinthus' spilt blood, Apollo anchors the boy's soul to the flowers so Thanatos wouldn't take him. Like the Dawn is also set in this world but because it is nsfw in nature, I wouldn't recommend it as easily as the other three bits of writing. If you don't mind the whole naked men thing though, I'd definitely suggest reading Like the Dawn for a better idea of what my current writing is like (along with eventually getting to see characters like Hector, Andromache and Cassandra/Helenus) Like the Dawn's themes are also different to the other three works with it focusing more on the power dynamics of a god/mortal relationship, exploring masculinity and masculine sexuality and self discovery.

The running theme here, of course, is that all of these bits of writing are centered on Apollo/Artemis or Hyacinth because my novel itself is centered around them. There are, of course, other important characters and figures like Eros, Psyche, Penthesilea and Iaso (one of Asclepius' daughters) but while there is the definite presence of characters from the Trojan War they most certainly aren't at the center of the novel (and the ones that are aren't the Greeks but rather the Trojans i.e Hector, Alexander, Andromache, Cassandra, Helenus, Aeneas, so on and so forth.)

2) The basis of the apocalypse in my work is cosmological! Due to Apollo's err-- untimely departure, there's no longer anyone maintaining the axis of the heavens or the navel of the earth. Because of this, Erebus - whose darkness is usually kept firmly in the spaces between the realms - begins to spill out into both the heavens and the earth. The beasts of Erebus (referring primarily to the Seven Curses - Old Age, Misery, Deceit, Violence etc etc) consume, torment and destroy whatever is inside of Erebus' darkness and Ithaca, as one of the islands on the far edge of the world, was one of the very first places that were devoured in this manner. Odysseus was visiting the Argives at the time for a festival and had left the pregnant Penelope at home since he didn't want her to suffer through the voyage in discomfort. He only finds out about the destruction of Ithaca after it had already been consumed when Athena personally interrupts a feast to warn both him and Diomedes. Needless to say, Odysseus, like everyone else, assumes that everyone on Ithaca has died and thusly is a very, very different man in terms of humour and comport. A part of him still stubbornly clings to the belief that Penelope managed to escape - that she was smart and resourceful enough to see the end approaching and do her best to escape - but that doesn't stop him from being dour for the majority of the time. Diomedes does his best to keep his spirits up in the meantime. Without him around, Odysseus is something of a black hole when it comes to the oppressiveness of his discontent though he does manage to lighten up when in the company of Helen, Clytemnestra and even Menelaus on occasion.