#need to get drunk

[cornerofmyminds-blog]

Out for a night in town 🍷 been a year and half 😂

[curiousaur]

this is what happens when tav is away

[adriles]

when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess

[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.

[toki-is-the-king]

knulla mig. detta är skitsnack. kom tillbaka.

-S

⟡ s3e5 × fatherklok - tyr & skwisgaar .

[dirtgrubber]

they’re so silly

[erebusbored]

My interpretation of them at a party

Part 2

[deadsetobsessions]

Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Part 1

[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4]

To not turn into a giant raging asshole hell bent on murdering people and destroying the world after everyone he loved died, Danny had ran from Amity with his chosen vice.

A bottle. That’s right. Even after Jazz’s talks about alcoholism as a poor coping mechanism as a form of self harm, he still chose alcohol. Or maybe that’s why he picked it, because it reminded him of her, right before the booze took the sting of grief off of her memory. He was never really all that good at listening to Jazz.

And now she’s gone, so it’s moot point. Danny really hated Nasty Burger.

Danny made it all the way to Gotham, bottle constantly glued to his hand. It’s better than Vlad’s creep-o-self looming over him all of the time. He bummed out on the streets, fitting into crime alley like a native. Danny learned to pickpocket. Not much, just enough for a bottle when his ran out. He stayed human. At first he tried to convince himself that it was because he didn’t want to be perceived as a meta in a city where Batman notoriously disliked metas. Then, as he sunk deeper, he admitted to himself in a shameful curl of a whisper that it was really because alcohol affected his human side much easier.

Ghosts need an ungodly amount of alcohol to even get slightly buzzed. Danny’s human side? Only one full bottle the shittiest tequila he could find could even hope to be more than buzzed. It sucked.

He’s spent two years being an alcoholic that didn’t actually get that drunk. Technically, underage drinking was a crime. But then again, so was being a vigilante ghost. So, whatever. He does what he can to dull the grief. Mostly, he slept on covered and hidden nooks on top of Crime Alley’s roofs. Gotham city had taken pity on him and cleared her smog clouds when he was awake at night. Stargazing helped, at least. It gave him a little hope. It gave him a little wish to change and better and live like he wants. But then the night ends and when the day comes, Jazz isn’t there. Sam isn’t there. Tucker isn’t there. His mom and dad are not there.

Danny always went back to the bottle, in the end. Not that it did much.

Which was why, when he saw three looming figures over a tiny child, Danny’s saving people thing flared with a vengeance and his surprised ectoplasm burned what little buzz he had achieved by downing most of the bottle away, leaving him stone cold sober and pissed.

Danny sighed, dumping the rest of the nasty tasting liquid out. There’s no point drinking that little.

He approached the trio, who were beating up an actual child. Ancients, he hated Crime Alley sometimes.

“Give me your shit, you little punk!” Asshole 1 decided to say like a typical mugger, raising his leg to kick the curled up kid below. Danny doesn’t let him land the kick, smashing the bottle on the asshole’s head before any of them clocked his presence. He pivots, pushing a bit of that extra strength he normally keeps on a tight leash into his hands, and punched the other two in a quick fashion, knocking them out.

With that taken care of, Danny turned back to the kid who was still curled up. Danny sighed again, the trembles in small shoulders plucking on his heartstrings.

“You okay, kid?”

The kid uncurls, and Danny stared. Holy shit, is he looking into a mirror? Blue eyes, black hair, and tanned skin. Holy shit, he’s even got similar jaws to Danny.

“Huh.”

The kid flinched.

“Y-y’er the drunk,” the kid flinched again, eyes darting to the broken bottle still clenched in Danny’s hand. “I- I ain’t got money, honest. Please-”

Danny blinked down at the kid, brain connecting the dots after so long without actual interaction. He’s panicking and staring at the bottle in Danny’s hand like it’ll kill him. Danny raised the bottle and the kid closed his mouth with a click, terror worming its way into the kid’s eyes.

“I wasn’t going to mug you myself, kid.”

“But- y’er the- the Alley drunk.”

Danny blinked. Did he get a reputation without knowing again? Goddammit.

“I guess. Am I famous or somethin’?”

“Nobody- nobody fucks wit’ ya.”

“I also don’t hurt kids.”

“…”

The kid stared at him dubiously and with a sinking feeling, Danny realized that maybe the kid already had some terrible experiences with a heavy drunken hand. He promptly chucks the bottle further into the alley.

“I drink, yes. But I’m also not the kind of scum that would lay hands on a kid, let alone anyone that didn’t provoke it first.”

“Oh.” The kid uncurled more, looking at Danny warily, more at ease now that the bottle has left the chat.

“Yeah. I’m Danny. Stone cold sober, right now.”

“…”

Danny waited.

“Peters.”

“Okay. Peters, do you wanna take their shit?” Danny pointed a thumb at the knocked out would-be-muggers behind him.

“Y… yeah, sure. What’s my cut?”

“All of it.”

Peters stared.

Danny shrugged and started looting.

"Y'er so fuckin' weird."

----

See, the thing is, Danny hadn't anticipated saving Peters- "'s actually Jason"- would result in having a duckling following him around. The kid, Jason, glared at everyone who even looked at them wrong. But that's not the problem, because Danny could take anyone who took issue with Jason's looks, it's more like there's a child following him around now and Danny doesn't want to be the reason Jason turns into an alcoholic. It's- well, it made him cut down on the drinking. He even got jobs- legitimate jobs that sucks out his his poor ectoplasmic soul.

Why? Because Jason's apparently homeless. While that's something Danny's okay with for himself, he can't ever condone that for an actual child. Jason's walking around in threadbare clothes and thin soled shoes in the middle of Fall, for Ancient's sake.

Danny grumbles as he piled a bunch of clothes into the shopping bag as he checked out. Gotham's Walmart is a different kind of hell, but Danny feels right at home.

Sure, the work might suck out his soul and he might hate being sober, but Jason's face every time he comes home to an actual place to live, warm clothes, and food was worth everything.

[araneapeixes]

in the bathroom at the gay clubbbb

[heavenbarnes]

craving drunk simon. like at the bar with the rest of the team an hes glued to readers hip, showering her in compliments. all lovey n shit idk maybe im jus crazy💗

oh the concept of it really bringing older bf!simon out of his shell- too lush to even THINK about.

he’s perched on a stool and you’re stood between his legs, arms wrapped around you and his face buried in your neck. undoubtedly he’s whispering the craziest stuff.

“mmm, can’t wait t’get y’home”

“maybe y’can just rub on it a little? nobody’s watching”

except everybody is watching, johnny’s hazy eyes are watching you both from across the table and you’re not sure who’s more hot and bothered- him or simon.

or if you’re at the pool table and price is trying to teach you how to play but every time you bend over to shoot, you’ve got gaz practically barking.

and that’s not even to mention the fact simon presses into you from behind as you try to line up.

it’s all silly and heated and you don’t mind a minute of it (so what if attention feels nice?) because it means simon is unequivocally himself.

he’s got his hands all over you, pulling you into his chest, and running off at the mouth.

“y’so fuckin’ beautiful, make me the luckiest man alive”

“all these gits wanna’ take y’home? but it’s this stupid git that’s doin’ it”

when you get him out in the night air to begin the trek home, you know it’s the drink talking but you KNOW it’s actually him talking.

“might fuck around n’marry you, yeah?”

[cubbihue]

Does fairy Timmy ever miss his human friends like AJ and Chester?

Timmy hasn't thought about his human friends since leaving the human world. Or, rather, he's never thought of them since becoming a Fairy!

Timmy has other friends to hang out and spend time with! Friends who will be with him for centuries and centuries!!! He likes going out with his coworkers after work, to relieve some stress. Cosmo shows up sometimes for some reason.

Timmy usually has to call Anti-Cosmo to be Cosmo's Designated Flyer back home.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[kit-the-gaygent]

"You're so mean." Mc sluggishly slurred their words.

Lucifer sighed as he tucked them into her. Asmo had invited Mc to go clubbing with him, however one of the clubs had human world alcohol, and Mc had proceeded to get wasted.

"how am I mean to you Mc?" Lucifer smiled as he decided to indulge the drunken human.

"I'm going to die some day .... and I wasn't that important in your immortal life .... But you consumed most of my life! .... You're so meaaaaaan! I love you so much Luci!" They slurred together.

Lucifer stopped, their words cutting deep into his heart. He dropped their blankets from his hands and enveloped Mc tightly in his hold. His breath becoming ragged as he tried to keep his emotions in check

Mc wouldn't remember this moment ... But Lucifer would, their words weighing heavy on his every action.

[starry-kittens]

Some drawings I’ve made!

[dizzybizz]

ms jay herself (and apple)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

if i said i picked up this issue for anything but drunk erik i fear i'd be lying

(Wolverine (2020) #3)

[merakiui]

you're right and you should say it. i'm tired of pretending vargas doesn't have huge breeder balls ready to knock you up at literally the first opportunity. deranged forest woodsman vargas chasing you down in the woods to fuck his children into you NOW

Omg yes....... this is exactly the appeal!!! Just,,, Vargas hunting a bunnygirl in the woods. >_< something something living in a cabin in the woods and finding you,, and you're so much smaller and weaker compared to him. He easily picks you up by your floppy ears and just holds you up to look at you. You could sit on his back while he does his push-ups and it wouldn't even be a challenge.... aaaa poor you, shaking and struggling in his grasp,,, cottontail twitching. So nervous. He'll praise you for being a fast runner.

Or perhaps you were injured when you tried to run,,, twisting your ankle or even sustaining injuries from the hunt.... so many scattered ideas, but the end result is that you're getting fucked into the dirt on your hands and knees. Hehe maybe you're on the cusp of heat, too....... your small bunny pussy is puffy and wet with slick and so very enticing. orz orz orz me next, Vargas. Please.

Like,,,, he literally has a voice line where he talks about how he was the most handsome and strongest in his town when he was younger (and still is today)........ just,,, the idea of taking you for himself as a prize of sorts because he caught you himself, and only the strongest deserves rewards such as you!!! I AM SO INSANE ABOUT HIM. AND HIS WHOLE WARDROBE IS TAILOR-MADE BECAUSE THE CLOTHING STORES NEVER CARRY HIS SIZE!?!?!??!?!?!?! ARE YOU JOKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW............. and he can bite through a leather belt,,,, the jaw strength....... and one of his talents is hunting..... it is destiny that you're just a poor bunnygirl caught at a bad time. <3 the rugged woodsman charm is too strong......