#no drinking squad

[muffinsin]

hey can we get headcanons for the girls and maybe donna for an s/o that doesn’t drink? (#sobergang) the girls’ whole livelihood is on the vineyards and wine business, so i feel like it’d be

“oh no thanks, I dont drink.”

“oh its okay there isnt any blood in this wine its safe for you :)”

“no… babe I dont drink”

:0 *shocked pikachu face*

and for donna im leaning into fanon she’s italian and wine is big in their culture

Absolutely! Awhh, our darling Donna in here, too! :)

Let’s get into it🙌

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Masterlists

Bela

Now, Bela is by far not an alcoholic

And despite how she practically worships her mother and attempts to be just like her, she doesn’t drink nearly as much wine as her

That being said, though, she drinks the most out of the three sisters

Unlike Cassandra and Daniela, she doesn’t drink it purely for the blood, either

She genuinely enjoys the taste of it

Her family being the one to produce the many different bottles and flavours of wine, she’s quite proud of their unique tastes, too

They have the sweetest of wines and those containing blood, rare, expensive wine and one that is more affordable, yet earns them a more stable income

At work, she usually has a glass of wine with her, tainted with blood

The blood helps her concentrate

The wine helps her keep her calm around the incapable fools around her

Mother wouldn’t approve if she slaughtered them all for their stupidity…

Another glass is served to her at breakfast, though it yet again serves rather to strengthen her, and as an alternative to drinking straight from someone’s neck

On some lucky days, you allow her to do just that, too though

To curl up with you, to mount you and grind down on you while she feeds, to moan at the delicious taste of your blood as it hits her throat

You feel dizzy each time, but never bad, and she always cares for you after

Lunch is shared by the two of you only

Sometimes in her office, at other times in her room or in the castle gardens, should the weather allow it

Today, you’re in luck

You sit out by the gardens, surrounded by the beautiful flowers and their refreshing smell

Bela has her usual glass of wine, whereas you occasionally sip from a glass of water- cleaner than all the water at the village, certainly- as you talk

You love this part of the day

You get to tell her about your day, she tells you of hers

It’s just the two of you, no worries can reach you

You watch as she drinks, still talking and telling her about a story you picked up among the maids today

Some newcomer or so, nothing too interesting to Bela, but you appreciate that she’s still listening to all the gossip you have to share with her

And even as you talk, your eyes are fixated upon her lips

The glass touches them gently, the soft things set on its rim as wine is poured into her mouth

Some escapes her and briefly passes her lips, but she pulls the glass away and her tongue darts out fast, catching the lost drop

You don’t even notice that you’ve been staring, nor that you’ve stopped talking

“Would you like some, draga?”, she asks, then, her arm outstretched so the half-drunken glass is right by your face

This close you can smell its sweetness

You almost chuckle. Bela has always liked sweet wine, the fruity flavor, the elegance of it

You shake your head at her offer, though

“Oh, no thank you, darling. I don’t drink”, you refuse politely

For a moment, she sends you a confused look

You watch her sniff the wine first, then take another sip, before the glass is held out for you again

“It’s the regular kind. I promise, there’s no blood in it”, she hums, then

You can’t help but chuckle lightly, even as you feel your face flush with warmth

You explain, you don’t drink

“At all?”, is her first reaction

You almost giggle again

For someone so smart, so experienced even, her question is adorably naive

Upon hearing your answer, she’s visibly shocked

She isn’t upset by any means, she’s just- surprised

Her family’s wine is a delicacy, especially in the village. A privilege. It’s very uncommon for someone to not jump at the opportunity to drink it

She sips from her glass again, and you practically see the gears turning in her head

She realises- she has never seen you drink any of her wine before, nor any other type of alcohol

When you pick up the conversation with more gossip around the castle, it’s like the entire interaction didn’t happen

You don’t bring it up again, nor does she

Still, the next day, at your lunch date, you notice she has a glass of wine, and a glass of water

With a smile, she offers it to you

“Would you like some, draga?”

You giggle. How could you refuse?

Cassandra

Cassandra isn’t the biggest fan of wine

Sure, she’ll have it, but it barely has any effect on her. She’s mostly in it for the blood

Sometimes, you find her drink wine randomly just like it’s water

She doesn’t seem to mind and it has no effect on her at all, aside from a small speed and strength boost the blood seems to offer her temporarily

Due to the fact she only drinks wine with blood in it, though, she has never offered you any

This changes when, one day, the two of you stop by the kitchens on the way to the basement

It’s not unusual by any means. Cassandra loves to pick up some snacks beforehand

Especially when she plans on taking you to her laboratory, her own little room in the castle’s basements

Sometimes, you allow her to take you out on a date there

While you occasionally hear a prisoner’s screams, the privacy the two of you share down there is beautiful

Her sisters can’t interrupt you, no worries can reach you

It’s her own little sanctuary, and she chooses to share it with you

It’s an honor

This time, she slips a bottle of wine with her, whereas you take some bread and the raw, chopped meat she likes so very much

And she does, popping one in her mouth every once in a while as she listens to you

She loves this!

Today, especially, as she sits as if enthralled, listening to you talk about blades and demonstrating their uses, counting the pros and cons to each

Clearly, the research you’ve done to impress her has paid off

You know, she’s considered getting a new blade after all, despite not being sure which one just yet

Your vast knowledge and list of swords, daggers, axes, maces, even bows has her intruiged

As she watches you, she takes a few sips from the wine bottle set on the table with you

She hums at the taste before popping another meat cube in her mouth

Not bad at all, certainly, though she finds it lacks the flavor of blood

As you keep talking, and she keeps drinking, she eventually offers the glass to you

You shake your head, getting out a quick “No thank you” before your rant about blades from medieval times continues on

She tilts her head a little at you

Waiting for you to finish your sentence, she holds up the wine glass again

“There’s no blood in it, I made sure”

Her sweetness strikes you for a moment. And still, it doesn’t quite tempt you into drinking

“Oh, I don’t drink”, you clarify instead

Her eyes are set on you

“At all?”, she asks

You nod

She shrugs, then; “Okay”

You watch her as she gets up wordlessly, setting the bottle aside by another table

She downs the glass in one go, then- to your surprise- retrieves water

Never have you seen her drink that before

When she sits again, she gestures for you to continue

Still, your rant is quickly interrupted by your giggles when she takes a sip

Her face turns sour, a mix of a frown and pout on it as she spits the water back in the glass and sticks her tongue out

“This has no flavor at all!”, she complains, throwing another meat cube in her mouth

You can’t help but laugh at her

Again, your rant it interrupted for a moment, and you laugh loudly when she swarms off and returns with the glass filled with fresh blood

To each their own, you suppose

Daniela

She likes to drink wine, really, having somewhat grown up with it

Ever since reaching a stage in her life in which she could control herself- her blood lust, her feelings, her emotions- easily, she was allowed to taste not only the blood of servants and prey, but also the finer taste of her family’s rich and infamous bottle: sanguis virginis

From then on, Daniela’s been somewhat addicted to the sweetness it adds to the blood

She wishes it wouldn’t come with the price of killing the blood’s host

You’d make such a fine bottle…

But even so, Daniela has appreciated the many flavors of the many different bottles of wine her family produces

While she never has too much-

not that it would matter, seeing as wine barely has any effect on her anyway

- she likes to sip from a glass of rich wine from time to time when she reads

She finds it gives her class, and keeps her throat nice, warm and most of all; not dry

You’re sure this prevents many from being slaughtered by her

This being said, Daniela is always quick to offer you a taste, too

She wants to share with you, after all

And still, she doesn’t feel upset when you decline her offer

Despite her rather energetic, delusional and eager personality, Daniela would never push you when you’re feeling uncomfortable about something

Besides, she isn’t overly in tune with what humans may and may not eat and drink

She trusts your judgement

More for her, she supposes

She never really paid much mind to it, to the fact you’re not drinking. Even she doesn’t drink when she isn’t in the mood for it

Then, one day, it seems it’s revealed to her

You’re in bed with her, curled up in the sheets together

Your neck is aching, throbbing where her sharp teeth dug in mere minutes ago

She’s licked all the blood from you and is now curled up at your side, clutching your arm

Her flies buzz calmly, so much so it nearly sounds like she’s purring contentedly

You feel so happy, so calm

And still, her wet lips and the memory of her drinking from you has you feel somewhat guilty

Her family’s business is wine..she likes wine…and yet you haven’t as much as tasted it once

And the worst of it, to you?

She doesn’t even know…

“Dani?”

She hums in return, but when no answer follows, sits up slightly to look at you, despite her comfortable place at your neck

You decide, if somewhat spontaneous, you must tell her

“I don’t drink”, you whisper

She frowns in confusion

Then, she giggles, her nose scrunching up so adorably, you can’t help but smile

“You can’t drink my blood, silly”, she giggles

You almost whimper. No, that wasn’t what you meant

“No, love”, you coo

You explain again, this time she seems to understand a

And yet- she doesn’t get angry at all, or sad. She simply doesn’t understand why it bothers you

“Don’t worry, Cassie doesn’t drink either!”, she insists

You wonder if she lies to make you feel better or because she genuinely believes her older sister doesn’t drink aside from the blood wine that strengthens them all

Either way, though, it can’t help but make you feel better

You squeeze her tight, chuckling when she buries her face back in your neck

You love her so incredibly much

Donna

You don’t see her drink much outside of mealtimes, really

Therefore, you wouldn’t call her much of a drinker, much less an alcoholic

Though, you know wine is a part of her culture and something she generally enjoys, given the right time and combination with something else

She loves her usual with her meals, or mixed into some of it

It’s somewhat rare she uses it in her cooking, though, often opting for having it herself only

If you didn’t know better, you’d think she knows you don’t drink and isn’t sure whether this applies to wine used in cooking, too

If only you knew..

Of course, she picked up on it early on

Being quiet and having quite many dolls set up to give her multiple perspectives, Donna is not only great at reading people, but is very perceptive too

Now, she doesn’t know for sure, of course

She only knows she hasn’t ever seen you drink before, at any occasion

At the same time you’ve never actively said a thing, and have never asked her not to drink

This leaves her a little confused, admittedly, but just in case, she doesn’t add any alcohol to your drinks or meals

You haven’t quite picked up on that yet, or at the very least haven’t connected the dots just yet

You feel a little nervous though, not drinking when you know she enjoys herself a glass-

or even two, if she’s in the right mood

- at dinner

Today, it’s no different, when the two of you sit comfortably at the dining table

With Angie off to the side playing with some of the other dolls, you at last have Donna all to herself

You grin happily as she talks, her voice raspy and quiet from her lack of use to it, but slowly becoming more confident each day

As she talks, she occasionally tips the glass of wine to her lips

You envy the drops of wine making their way past her soft, bitten lips and inside her mouth

The food the two of you share is warm and comforting

She talks of how it reminds her of home, and you can’t help but think how nice it is to share a home with her, now

To be her home

With her glass set back on the table, she reaches across to hold your hand

You feel her squeeze it and give her softer, skilled hand a gentle squeeze back

Her voice, though soft and low, catches you a little off guard

“There is something I have been wanting to ask you, fiore, if now is a good time?”

You hum, then nod at her, then, because you can’t help yourself, add a verbal answer as well

“Of course, my love”

She looks as though she’s pondering on how to phrase her upcoming question, her dark eye set on the table, then flickering back to your face

“I’ve been curious; do you not enjoy the wine I serve with the food? I assure you, it’s one of Alcina’s best, and I can assure you there’s no blood in it”

You’re not entirely sure what to say at first

“Well?”, Angie pipes in, her shrill voice a sharp contrast to Donna’s

You jump at her voice, then giggle a little when Donna gently shushes the doll

You know, she doesn’t mean to rush you. Her body language and silence imply patience

You automatically squeeze her hand again, feeling your body heat up a little

“It’s not that I don’t enjoy your wine or cooking!”, you quickly reassure her

Then, when no answer comes from her, you reveal;

“I just, don’t think”, you whisper

You don’t expect her to be mad. You know she wouldn’t, won’t, be

You just don’t want her to think you don’t like her wine, specifically

As always, she understands, though

She sends you a soft smile

“Would you like to try some juice, then? The berries from the garden will soon be ready for harvesting”

Your wide smile matches hers

“I would love that”

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

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[suntails]

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[daddiesdrarryy]

Draco: It’s a new year, guys, I’m sorry to everyone who dealt with my Potter obsession last year!

Draco: I promise it is going to be much, much worse this year

Pansy: …

[blazingstar29]

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[monocuri]

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[the-bi-space-ace]

I was trying to find a way for Hunter to take his shirt off in a way that felt natural during a scene I’m writing and my partner suggested that Hunter could be that guy that just gets really hot and takes his shirt off randomly and now I can’t stop picturing Hunter mid conversation taking his shirt off and everyone being like 👁️👁️ and then carrying on like he isn’t nips out

[brewed-pangolin]

Goddammit...

I'm just a dumb horse that's been lead to the water. And apparently I'm very thirsty.

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

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[volivolition]

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[akito-shinonome-daily]

🎤 day 151 🎵

➥ today’s akito is from the project sekai anthology chapter 11!

➥ after yesterday’s akito…

➥ if i do post more of my own fan art it’ll only be once a week to start and won’t be fully finished pieces with backgrounds

➥ i will dedicate a tag to it

➥ i’ll probably take requests through the inbox, but unless i’m really inspired it’ll only be once a week

➥ i will probably end up drawing for my aus, if that influences your decision

[phoebe-delia]

Hi there 💕

Eight Drarry Nights 2023 prompt idea:

Louis Tomlinsons song "Miss you"

In case you have any inspiration for it 😊

Lots of love 🫶🏻

Hello, lovely!! Thank you for this prompt! @misscarrots28

Ah, Louis. Hearing his voice takes me back to my 1D days. Good times 😂.

Here's my take on this fun song. I know it could be angstier but this is just where my brain went lol. Hope you enjoy!

CW: implied alcohol, implied heavy drinking, getting back together

A Day, or Forever

Someone is taking a bludger to Harry's head.

He whines as he wakes up, becoming conscious to the throbbing pain. He keep his eyes closed and presses a palm to his forehead. "Fucking ow," he mutters.

"A hangover potion will help with that," a voice says above him.

Harry knows that voice. It shoots through his blood like lightning. Draco.

"Draco?" Harry peels his eyes open and then immediately has to scrunch them closed as they adjust to daylight. He rubs away the sleep in his eyes, and tries again, blinking and then frowning when his vision is blurred.

"Utterly useless, Potter," the Draco-shaped blob in front of him says. He reaches onto the bedside table, retrieves Harry's glasses, and slides them onto his nose.

"There you are," Draco smirks. "Now you may properly ask me what you clearly want to know."

"What are you doing here?" Harry blurts out.

Draco's smirk widens. "You asked me here." He reaches for his mobile, taps a few buttons, and shows it to him. Harry groans at his drunken, typo-riddled texts.

"I have more questions, but first can I have the potion?" Harry grunts, stretching his sore muscles.

Draco snorts, but he hands him the vial. "Here."

Harry sits up and accepts it gratefully, uncapping it and downing it in one go. He swallows, winces as it washes over him, and then vanishes the emptied vial.

"Thanks. Now, what happened?" he asks, clear-headed and sober.

Draco shrugs. "You, in a clearly intoxicated state, told me to come get you from the pub. I, being the gracious ex-boyfriend that I am, came to your aid and brought you safely back here. When I tried to leave, you insisted that I stay the night. And, well, here we are."

Harry flops back down onto his bed. "Right. Well. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I won't, er, keep you any longer. I'm sure you have other places to be." He swallows against the lump in his throat, closing his eyes to avoid looking at Draco. He can't watch him leave; not again.

He braces himself for the feeling of Draco's weight leaving the bed. Instead, he feels cool fingers brush the fringe from his forehead. He dares to open his eyes, breath catching at the sight of Draco leaning over him and biting his lip.

"Harry, I..." Draco trails off for a moment, seeming to collect his thoughts, before he continues. "I'm sorry."

Harry's heart races. "W-what?

"I'm sorry. For not having the courage, at the time, to be someone you deserve."

"I..." Harry wants to respond, to say the right thing. This moment feels so precious; so fragile. Harry can't mess it up again; he won't. "I'm sorry, too," he says, finally. "For not fighting harder for you."

Draco lets out a shuddered breath, and it takes everything in Harry not to kiss him. Instead, he grips the sheets, restraining himself.

"Stay," Harry hears himself say, his voice raspy. "Just—stay with me."

Draco bites his lip. "You mean, for an hour? The rest of the morning?"

Harry swallows. "A day. Forever. As long as you'll have me." He bravely takes Draco's hand in his own. "I know we have a lot to talk about, still. And we should take it slow, if we're going to do this again. But I want to, if you do."

Draco stares at him for a moment, looks down at their clasped hands, and then back up at Harry with a hopeful smile.

Draco lets himself be pulled down onto the bed next to Harry, their legs tangling together. Draco leans forward and kisses Harry, soft but too quick, and whispers, "Of course I'll stay."

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[brian-louis]

someone get the wizard sky a nap and a dozen of those calm emotion cigarettes.