#tw alochol

[fullcravings]

Bourbon Pumpkin Pie

[churomo]

ive been busy this is all i have 4 valentine’s day

[solbaby7]

Hollow

pairing: azriel x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of drinking/addiction, probably some swearing, fluff towards the end

summary: [ based off this anon request ]

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You weren’t really sure how everyone did it.

The whole of the Inner Circle seemed unnaturally equipped in coping after so much war—so much pain. They said time would heal the physical wounds but none of them seemed to have any advice for the psychological ones that began to take root. It felt like a disease, one that festered with each passing day and ached to the touch with not a single herb or tonic in sight to alleviate the symptoms.

Not until Mor came around with her pretty dresses and salacious stories about past lovers with more than a few bottles of wine in tow. You were hesitant at first; never much of a drinker before but after one glass shifted into two and three and four—finally the turmoil subsided. Your dreams were empty for once, no longer replaying the smell of blood in the air or the shouts of anguish from your friends, body vibrating with adrenaline as you comprehended the lives you’d taken. The pieces of yourself that you’d willingly offered up to your Court for the sake of the greater good even if it made you feel so dirty; hands itching to be washed once more to rid yourself of the feeling when you knew there’s nothing really there.

Finally, there was peace.

When the music thrummed so loud you could feel the bass in your bones. Hours of dancing and indulging in more shots than your body could handle and just when it was ready to give out, strong hands grip at your waist. “Off,” You slur, vision too blurred to make out who was touching you before sluggish hands push at the strong frame before you. “I’m not here to mingle.”

“It’s me,” Azriel assures, worry etched in every handsome feature. “Come on, let’s go home.”

He braces the majority of your weight, shadows curling around flailing arms to block the unfortunate splash of your drink from sloshing over the rim. Twin kisses are smacked onto each of his cheeks and any other night he would’ve leaned into them, embracing the public display of affection. This time, something churns in the pit of his stomach, warning bells wailing that something was seriously wrong. “But, we just got here.”

“Princess, you’ve been here every night for the past month.” It’s said gently, sturdy hands scooping you into his grasp when you still couldn’t keep your balance after a few tries. “Come home, please? I miss you.”

Your body melts into his warmth, fingers toying with the stitching of his leathers as you tucked your face in his neck. “Fine, we can go,” He barely catches it over the thrum of the music, syllables skewed and slightly garbled but the shadows catch what he nearly misses. “—I’ll be able to sleep now.”

The cool breeze shifts through the flimsy material of your dress, the early morning dew beginning to fall. “What does that mean? Could you not before?”

You don’t answer him right away; mainly because you’re not sure how to explain that you don’t feel like a person anymore. How you felt like a soul trapped in a body you could barely look at—the feelings only intensifying when you shut your eyes. “My thoughts—my memories are too loud. Mor helped me figure out how to shut it all off.”

He catches the words in between the lines. Haven’t been sleeping. Remember too much. Drinking so you couldn’t feel anything at all. “Oh,” It makes his heart clench, such sadness growing at the thought of you struggling and seeking out whatever would help for the slightest bit of comfort. “Well, maybe, I could fill in for Mor for a while?” Azriel can feel you shift closer into him, can feel your breathing shudder slightly. “Find some other ways to help when it all gets to be too much?”

“I don’t know how to do that.”

“That’s okay,” Fingers soothingly card through your hair, soft kisses and even softer reassurances muttered into the shell of your ear. “I’m here, we can figure it all out together.”

It wouldn’t be easy. Or fun. But, at least you wouldn’t be alone.

[crushheadwithrock]

charpim week #3

this ones angsty... :(

bg and pim drawn by @crushheadwithbrick

@charpimweek

[jaimeski]

wilbur at las nevadas

[straws-and-sunflowers]

Drunk Torao and silly shit below cut

[sickddolly]

born to be an alcoholic, forced to have an ed

[relaxxattack]

yet another rose panel redraw because lets be honest. i have my strengths <3

[anoctore]

[v-lustale]

Do you have any thoughts on the other Sans AUs?

[OOC: If Lust knows about them, that is]

[SYSTEM: Anonymous_Star_Berry donated 10g!]

[ranposweetworld]

I love this set way too much.

-xx / - x - / xx -

[fourthactdrawsstuff]

gonna pretend it!s not nearly three am for me it’s definitely still the 14th guys

anyway blockmas day 14, i was gonna make three but i got distracted, might make the third and maybe more later

[skelespidey]

my pinterest when im supposed to be doing better

[incorrect-tmnt2012-quotes]

Donnie: I can't believe you and April kissed in her dream!

Casey: I'm sorry, it was a one time thing, I was very drunk and it was someone else's subconscious.

[darkagesincorrectquotes]

Pariah Dark: Hey, Clockwork, can I get a sip of your water?

Clockwork: It's not water.

Pariah Dark: Vodka, I like your style!

Clockwork: It's vinegar.

Pariah Dark: Wh-Wha-

Clockwork: It's vinegar, COWARD.

[ask-the-walls-scream-au]

Butterfly your wife can’t hear us OR feel us. I bit her hand btw

“My shoulder hurts, Freak… it huuuuurts… don’t you even love meeeeeee-“

“No. I don’t. Suffer in silence before I get the hose.”

“But it huuuurts… make it stop. I’m too pretty to die… or well was-“

“The hell are you on about you look the same as you always have just with black goo on your face.”

“Butter… Butttttterrrrr… Don’t go near the furnace Butter. It’ll get you too Butter. The walllllllllsssss hahahahahahhahaaaaaa… I wanna go home…”

“…Why did I expect you to make sense? He was always like this ya know? Either he’s angry, staring off into space, rambling incoherently, obsessing over his appearance, or blackout drunk. This is what he did instead of raise me. This, and ride half the staff apparently.”