#moonshines dad

[trippin-chippin]

Not me low key making fun of moonshine’s dad… nooo…. I’d never do that 💀🙏

Daniel is hotter-

[kyeree]

[tinyblackturtle]

"I've always been a half-elf, ever since I met you."

Sometimes love is calling on your god and reincarnating your friend who got turned into a vampire.

Transcript:

Emily as Moonshine: I grab some crickwater! Caldwell as Beverly: Yeah! Jake as Hardwon: Oh, I huff and huff. Murph: You huff the crickwater. (Emily laughs) Murph: It fucking gets you fucked up just like it used to. Hardwon: I smash my forehead against Moonshine's. (Emily laughs again) Hardwon: Hey, if i was going to come back as anything, I'm proud to come back as half of you. Moonshine: I gotta be honest, you look good! Hardwon: Thank you Moonshine. I couldn't have done it without you, thanks for calling on your god. Thanks for-thanks for fucking bringing me back. Moonshine: I'm glad my queen delivered.

[nordfjording]

once when i lived in the south of norway i ended up in a discussion with friends from the southeast (relatively flat area) because their idea of a 'bad road' was a winding road so when i complained about roads in the west being bad they thought i meant there were a lot of turns. and i had to tell them about when someone in my home town owned a shire horse that caused municipal govt a lot of trouble because when the horse walked on public roads the asphalt would crack and crumble bc the ground was too soft to support the weight.

so yknow. we live in different contexts i guess.

[elvencryptid]

😳 TWO MOONSHINES ???

I use they/them pronouns

[ink-wells-and-feathers]

guys I'm SUCH a sucker for Moonshine and Hardwon being Beverly's "parents". not in the way that they adopted him but in an accidental baby acquisition kind of way. they didn't want kids, they don't have any of their own, but it was either they look after him or scout master Denny would and Melora knows Bev would die with Denny. so he's their son now

[melonmass]

I've been thinking abt this for a while but when JD didn't know he had a son he obviously wasn't in a good mindset at the time. What would have happened if he choose to give up? If Doc hadn't showed up or if him and Rhonda split. If he felt like he had nothing to live for anymore.

He was pretty close to drinking himself to the afterlife

Boy oh boy! Someone asking about my fics!

So, if Doc hadn't shown up when he did, then JD would have drunk himself to death. Even if some hikers had found him at that specific time or Rhonda had managed to drag him to somewhere for help, without that postcard, he would still be convinced that all of his brothers died without him.

Though I guess if Doc didn't get him that postcard, someone else would have gotten it to him later. Imagine being Bruce, sending a blank postcard to your estranged brother because you just want to feel like you're sending SOMETHING to one of your brothers for your wedding and he's the only one you have an idea of where he is. And then some time later, the mailtroll comes back and either says your brother is dead or in the mental hospital.

[masked-disciple]

I saw you wanted asks, so I shall deliver!

Hi, how’s it going?

Instead of going to bed at 11pm, or fighting the Balance Elemental and finishing off While Guthix Sleeps in Runescape, I went downstairs to ask my parents if the last cookie was claimed already and ended up playing Crazy Bartender.

The rules of Crazy Bartender are simple. There are from one to many Victims, and one Crazy Bartender. There are four to seven rounds. Each round, a Victim surrenders their double shot glass to the Crazy Bartender, who attempts to make a shot of 2/3 X, 1/3 Y, and a dash of Z that is vaguely palatable, with full access to every bottle of alcohol in the house.

The shots are given back to the Victims, who throw it back all at once, and then guess what was in their glass. Then, they tell the Crazy Bartender if they would willingly drink this again. After that, the Crazy Bartender (while mixing up the next round) cries of laughter and tells them what they drank.

Off of memory, here's what I subjected my poor father and brother to tonight:

Mint mocha Bailey's, peppermint schnapps, and a dash of fireball (interesting but very confusing, bad aftertaste)

Rum chata, pineapple Captain Morgan's, and a dash of Austrian cherry liqueur (sure clears the sinuses)

Cranberry-orange-apple Smirnoff, orange Grand Marnier, and lemon drop schnapps (actually pretty all right)

Peach liqueur, white rum, and standard Canadian whiskey (judged Bad)

Blueberry mead, bourbon whiskey, with a dash of blue agave gold tequila (judged a form of torture)

Smores Baileys, chocolate vodka, and caramel kahlua (acceptable)

So as we can see, Crazy Bartender is not a game for the faint of heart. Also, I forgot I had both banana and strawberry cream moonshine in the fridge, and very carefully did not touch my mother's pickled moonshine. And I have no idea where the Kraken went.

The game ends when you have no more bottles of liquor to open and you have sampled everything, or when your Victims tap out. According to them, I got progressively more evil. To which I argue that next time I'm giving them strawberry cream moonshine, smores Bailey's, and worcestershire sauce. I was going for semi-matching flavours based on what we had, this was the best I can do.

Suggestions for the next game of Crazy Bartender are welcome. I'm really sad we didn't have any more blackberry Crown, that would've gone good with the cherry liqueur.

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

not necessarily related to trump conspiracies (although he's for sure a trumper), but I had a very weird interaction with the security guard at work yesterday.

he came into the office and asked my coworker and I if we wanted to hear something scary about monster energy. I thought it would be health related cause he's said before that the one time he tried monster energy it caused him to go blind for 15 minutes. but uh. no. apparently he was listening to the joe rogan podcast 🙄 and he heard that the M on the can is made up of the Hebrew number 6, so it spelled out 666 (it doesn't, it's just meant to look like claw marks). and that the cross in the logo is upside down when you're taking a drink. and the motto or whatever is something like Release the Beast? so now he's convinced that his temporary blindness was caused by a demon...

I like totally checked out when he got to that point I put my earbuds in and let my coworker nod and continue the conversation cause I just couldn't handle it lmao

BROOOOO LMAO holding your hands because my actual father, the man who raised me, earnestly believes in ancient aliens so like i feel your pain hjshdjhdkjhk

the monster energy conspiracy is. fucking hilarous. have you seen the lady that went semi-viral a few years back because someone filmed her giving like a whole speech about how monster is from the devil? cracks me up every time

also, side note because you mentioned joe rogan: i fucking HATE joe rogan and it has nothing to do with anything he's actually ever said (i've never even heard the man's voice so i haven't heard enough to hate him for it) but it's because my spotify home page has a list of "podcasts you might like" (i don't even listen to podcasts! tf) and one of them is the joe rogan experience which is just like. a picture of him sneering at the camera. and he has thee most punchable face i've ever seen. it makes me not want to open spotify anymore dude it's nuts

[trippin-chippin]

Daniel laying there after getting beaten up by Mr Bailey

[sir-subpar]

Demon Dad Gyutaro-

Moonshine 2: Hantengu's Clones

RATING: TEEN+ For mentions of violence and swearing

Summary: The Hantengu clones come to visit Gyutaro, Daki, and the kids. (Reminder that in this au Gyutaro adopted Tanjiro and Nezuko)

Under the cut!

Hantengu was too scared of hurting the children (and the wrath he'd face from Gyutaro for it) to be around them himself, but that's why his clones existed.

Urogi was the first to arrive, as he was able to fly.

Just as Akaza had done, he knocked on the door, bearing gifts for the children. Daki appeared, and let him in, although she wasn't as enthusiastic about it as she was upon seeing Akaza.

Gyutaro was even more surprised by Urogi's arrival. Urogi brought little candies for the children (well, for Tanjiro, he was just then realizing that Nezuko was still too small for hard candy).

The small boy, just like with any other stranger, hid behind Gyutaro. 

This time, however, he tiptoed towards the stranger when he smelled something odd about him.

It was then, Tanjiro fully saw their guest. Touring before him. 

"Pretty birdie!" The boy shouted with glee. His small voice caught all the adults in the room off guard.

Gyutaro did his best to hide his fond, soft smile. His son did love birds.

Urogi's wings fluttered with excitement. A large grin spread across his face.

Urogi bounded up to the boy, and in a blink was sitting on all fours in front of the child. Posed like a sphinx cat.

"Pretty birdie?? Is that me? Am I a pretty bird!?" He pointed at himself for emphasis. 

Tanjiro returned a smile, booping Urogi's nose. "Pretty bird," he affirmed.

Urogi couldn't resist chirping happily. 

He held his hand out to the boy, "My name's Urogi! You are…?"

The halfling grinned bashfully, and attempted to hold Urogi's hand properly, but his toddler hand was so much smaller in comparison. He was only able to wrap his tiny fingers around one of Urogi's bird-like fingers.

"T-Tanjiro.."

His heart melted a bit at the small soft hand gripping his index finger. 

Urogi held the boy's hand with his index finger and thumb, content to shake his tiny hand. 

"Can you fly?" Tanjiro asked.

Urogi beamed.

…

And thus started a playful bout of giving Tanjiro piggyback rides, in the air.

Urogi wanted to fly higher than the roof of the building, but the look Gyutaro gave him told him enough. 

Urogi got a little daring however, and a mischievous grin grew on his lips. 

"Hey Tanjiro! Wanna see something cool?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, ready??"

Urogi held the boy in his hands, preparing himself for this little stunt.

"One… two… THREE!"

He threw the boy straight up, easily more than 10 feet. 

Just as Tanjiro reaches the peak of his trajectory, he giggled and cheered maniacally.

And Tanjiro began to fall, but Urogi swooped up and grabbed him, holding him protective to his chest. 

"Daddy! Did you see that!? I flew! I flew!"

Gyutaro did see it.

He didn't like it.

But he tried to save face, Tanjiro was finally socializing with others. A skill Gyutaro didn't develop all that well, to be honest. 

His mind drifted to what it was like before. 

The hunger, the nights he spent out in the snow, the way others recoiled at the sight of him.

He could never get the image out of his mind. The way their faces would scrunch up in disgust. Or the parents who would cover their children's eyes, worried that his hideous visage would haunt their child's thoughts. 

He scratched at his neck. The more he thought of it, the more he clawed at himself.

He could still feel his back ache, like there were still heavy stones colliding with it.

He clawed some more.

The way his mother would-

Suddenly a small hand bopped him on the face.

He looked down.

Nezuko. 

Her pink eyes bore into him. Her judgment was as clear as glass.  

Gyutaro sighed.

"I know, you hate it when I do that."

"How sad it is, being so young, and already worrying about those around them." A soft voice replied. 

Gyutaro spun to face the source- Aizetsu. 

"What are you whining about *now*?"

The sorrowful demon squeaked in alarm. Easily intimidated by Gyutaro, despite being above him in rank. 

"I-It's just- she is… so young. So small… And yet, she worries already. Most children at her age are… less insightful."

Gyutaro grit his teeth in annoyance. Hantengu was (and his clones were) annoying.

This blue one however, despite Gyutaro's snappy behavior, was gradually growing on him. Though he hadn't figured out why. It had been over a hundred years, and only recently had he felt this way. 

Something about this clone felt… Familiar. Whenever he looked into those sorrowful, blue eyes. The way he spoke so softly. 

But no one's ever spoken to Gyutaro that way. Well no one but his shy son Tanjiro. 

Gyutaro sighed. "All you ever do is worry."

"It is a blessing, and a curse, is it not?"

Gyutaro raised a brow at the question. Queuing him to continue, as Gyutaro rocked Nezuko. 

Aizetsu squirmed under Gyutaro's intense gaze. 

"To worry for others… It means you care, but caring hurts."

Gyutaro was tempted to say something snarky, but bit his tongue as Aizetsu looked up at him. 

Those blue pools of sorrow he called eyes met Gyutaro's piercing yellow ones. 

Gyutaro couldn't help himself. The sudden pang in his heart seemed to take control.

Perhaps being a parent has made him more soft, or maybe Aizetsu was to blame, but either way, all he could think about was comforting the blue demon.

His hand found itself on top of Aizetsu's head. 

He patted it in a soothing motion. The same way he did whenever his sister was upset. 

His calloused fingers messaged Aizetsu's scalp, combing through the soft blue locks of hair.

Nezuko shifted comfortably in his other arm, as his hand soothed Aizetsu.

To his surprise, Aizetsu's eyes fluttered shut, and he seemed to lean into Gyutaro's touch.

Gyutaro's mind wandered… Maybe Aizetsu had a point about Nezuko. She was rather observant. 

His scratches had already healed, like always, and yet she always seemed so bothered by them.

Part of him figured it was due to her not understanding regeneration. But he couldn't help but wonder…

Was there something else?

Was there another reason she always grew fussy at him scratching? 

Though… he likely wouldn't find out until she was older. If she'd remember any of it by then.

A nibbling on his arm brought his head back to earth. Nezuko was biting him.

Looks like it was time to feed her. And if she was hungry, Tanjiro likely was too.

He pulled his hand away from Aizetsu at last. More than a little embarrassed or the realization he had been petting the man the entire time he was zoning out.

He huffed. "Come on. We have some food in the house." Gyutaro quietly barked at Aizetsu. Who only nodded as he obliged. 

As if summoned, the other clones finally arrived. 

Sekido looked as agitated as ever. Something he and Gyutaro had in common, to be frank…

Karaku barely paid any attention to Gyutaro, immediately drawn to Tanjiro.

Which started a whole aggravating competition for Tanjiro's attention. A lot of "look at this" "isn't it cool" and other attention grabbing nonsense, as Gyutaro watched from across the table.

At least, normally Gyutaro would be absolutely annoyed by it, but… seeing Tanjiro's bright happy eyes, dazzling with wonder at the two smiling, playful demons… it warmed him a bit.

Sekido was seated to his left, just beyond Nezuko. 

Sekido's piercing red eyes gazed down at Nezuko. The girl had no reaction. His expression led Gyutaro to believe he was… suspicious of her? 

Gyutaro wasn't exactly known for having unending patience. "What?" He barked at Sekido, who didn't even flinch.

Aizetsu jumped at the harsh tone, despite it not being directed at him. 

Sekido, did nothing to hide his judgment. "Shouldn't she be talking by now? For someone of her age, she's rather quiet."

Gyutaro grit his teeth. "What do 'you' know about toddlers?"

"Getting defensive, are we?" Sekido, for the first time since he'd shown up, grinned. A small, sly smirk. 

Gyutaro growled. "I'm not getting defensive." He snapped. Not at all helping his case. 

Nezuko, unbeknownst to either of the demons, had stopped eating. She gazed up at the red-eyed stranger. 

His hand was resting on the table..

Gyutaro bared his teeth. "I'd like you to try parenting before you start telling me how I'm doing."

Sekido glared again. "I don't need to to see she's falling behind-"

"She is NOT 'falling behind', she's just quiet!"

"Too quiet. She doesn't make any sounds! Talking or otherwise- ARGH!"

Sekido was interrupted, jerking his hand back.

Gyutaro watched as Sekido inspected his own hand.

It was bleeding a bit. Gyutaro noticed a small, but somewhat deep bite mark with a tiny gang stuck in the flesh near Sekido's pinky, just before Sekido's regeneration kicked in.

Gyutaro recognized the bite.

Did she really?

Gyutaro looked down at his daughter, who was smiling proudly, blood dripped from her mouth, which was missing a tooth. A small fang.

Daki gasped. 

"Nezuko lost her first tooth!" She exclaimed. 

Gyutaro scooped Nezuko up into his hands. His large hands held her in front of his face, allowing him to get a better look. 

Nezuko looked at Gyutaro wide-eyed.

"Losing her first tooth, biting someone…" Gyutaro muttered.

He grinned, and laughed. He nuzzled noses with her. "Hehehe. That's my girl!"

Daki reached for Nezuko, "Brother, let me see!" She pleaded. Gyutaro obliged, allowing Nezuko to be held by her aunt.

The excitement led to Urogi and Karaku swarming Gyutaro. Urogi, of course, was the first to reach Daki.

"Oh! Oh! I wanna see! Lemme see!"

Karaku elbowed him. "I want to see her too, Urogi! Let me see her face!"

Urogi stuck his tongue out at Karaku, "You snooze, you lose! I made it first!"

"You already have Tanjiro on your back! Let me hold her next!"

"Wait, be careful-!" Aizetsu called, afraid all the commotion would hurt Nezuko.

 

Gyutaro reached to his right, ready to snatch Nezuko back from Daki-

"Wogi!" 

Everyone froze, as a new, soft voice interjected.

Gyutaro blinked. "... What?"

"Wogi!" 

It was Nezuko…

Gyutaro was hit with a tsunami of emotions.

He fell back into a sitting position and froze.

Nezuko… his little girl, just uttered her first word… 

And it was that bird's name!?

'No. No. It's fine.' Gyutaro thought, attempting to not feel bad.

'I don't have to be her first word. I only raised her, and- and taught her how to walk-! What's in a word, anyway!?'

"I'm sorry," came a soft voice. A pair of blue eyes gazed into Gyutaro's yellow ones. 

Aizetsu. 

Gyutaro jolted back a bit- when did he get there??

Aizetsu continued, "I'm sure you wanted to be her first word. But… even though that's not the case, I'm sure you still matter to her."

Gyutaro jumped a bit when Aizetsu put his hand on Gyutaro's back. When Gyutaro did nothing to remove his hand, his hand slowly moved its way up his back.

Tracing over each bump of his spine, stopping at his neck, and tracing his spine back down.

It was probably the only time someone, other than his sister, had touched his back so tenderly…

It was… nice… 

[lethalchiralium]

what time period is montana moonshine? 👀

it was perfect by the way lols 🩷

early 1900s wild west, they’re outlaws turned ranchers 😌

[duckies27]

Episode 12-13 wasn't angsty enough so I made it SADDER

Sketched at work, with just a sharpie

[roamingtigress]

The world is an awful place so here's a (badly) dancing Dutchman who's probably embarrassing his kids and husband, but he's living in the moment! Look at that ridiculous face! He's such a mood.

[blazingstarship]

I hate how I am having the flu. Im hot, one eye tears, my whole body hurted for hours last night and I had to take a painkiller my bro used for his broken leg. It was insane, nothing else helped. I couldnt sit or lay, nothing. So much fun to be an education employee. Im tired…

[stone-stars]

okay the thing about the compilation i posted earlier was like. initially. i had planned for it to be very different. and then i was listening to the bit where the boobs hear the prayers for them and i went. fuck. having moonshine answer him when he was at his lowest is what saved beverly. it's what helped him make the choice to stand up and be a hero. when he hears the prayers of the people of bahumia, when they are asking for help in their hour of need, of course he responds, of course he gives them an answer. "we are here. we are here for you."