#drunk with power.“

[a-pair-on-patrol]

Oh hey. That’s pretty neat. I haven’t met anyone from home since moving to Revachol. Have I missed any interesting changes in the past ten or so years?

-A

"Hey! ¡Un otro Mesqueano! ¡Chévere!" Antoine says, excited.

"Hm... El último rey murió. Y un nuevo rey fue coronado por supuesto. Levantaba el presupuesto militar pa' echar gallitos, pero ahora los líderes militares están..." Eli says but pauses trying to find the right wording, "embriagado de poder."

Antoine opens his mouth to argue that they have a point and that it doesn't make sense for the military to follow orders from someone who hadn't ever served, but remembers that that line of logic tends to start fights between them both. He shuts his mouth, awkwardly shifting his weight.

"There's also a new trend of themed bars and restaurants, which is really cool" he says, instead, a bit awkward. "We went to a Dick Mullen one and some of the drinks had little gummy guns in them." The two had spent a while throwing sticky, booze coated gummies at each other, trying to get them in each other's mouths. It's a fond memory for both of them. Eli smiles a bit.

@as-silentsiren

[dragonanon]

Okay, but please consider being a Zoan Cat user and accidentally getting “adopted” by a pirate crew after being mistaken for a regular ass cat. You honestly thought they knew you were a human at first, and by the time you realized they didn’t, it had been long enough that revealing yourself would’ve been awkward af, and you were then curious about how long it would take them to figure you out. So instead you stfu and be a relatively good lil’ ship cat.

You get free food, plenty of comfy places to nap in, and lots of scritches and attention from big men who’re surprisingly giddy to have a tiny cat on board. Why on Earth would you want to ruin that??

You get away with it for months. And the ONLY reason you get caught is because someone does something so unbelievably dumb that you absentmindedly say out loud “Damn, we’re really reaching new levels of stupid here.” You could hear a mouse fart in stunned silence that followed as you realize your inside thought did NOT stay inside, and now you want nothing more than to just disappear into the floor.

Shockingly enough, you’re forgiven and continue on as the ship cat; except now you can properly converse and interact with everyone. HOWEVER you’re still subjected to being picked up and held out towards everyone like Simba whenever you’re fully transformed into a cat lmfao

[ultravioletbrit]

“cigarette” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 262 words

Regulus is smoking on the balcony when James comes to stand beside him at the railing. Regulus slides his pack of cigarettes over to James who takes one and lights it before sliding the pack back to Regulus.

“Thank you.” James says.

Regulus hums in response. James takes a long inhale but instead of exhaling like a normal person, James tilts his head back and blows out small breaths making the smoke come out in several little puffs.

“You’re an idiot.” Regulus scoffs.

“Thank you.” James says again.

“That wasn’t a compliment.” Regulus tells him.

“Anything from you is a compliment. And I’ll always thank you for it.” James leans in to bump Regulus’ shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.” Regulus pushes him away.

“Thank you.” James grins at him.

Regulus turns to scowl at James and James’ grin only gets bigger. They enter a weird sort of staring contest that Regulus knows he won’t be able to maintain before he does something stupid like push James off the balcony or kiss him senseless. He’s not sure which he’d prefer at the moment so instead he just rolls his eyes and turns back to the railing.

“You’re insufferable.” He mumbles.

“Thank you.” James smirks.

Regulus looks back at James and narrows his eyes curiously. He tilts his head to the side and thinks for a moment.

“You have beautiful eyes.” Regulus tells him.

“Tha… wait what?!” James sputters then just stares at Regulus dumbfounded.

Regulus smirks victoriously, puts out his cigarette and turns to go inside.

“Bye James.” He says cheekily over his shoulder as James stands frozen at the railing.

[darcyolsson]

since kit & ty are going on a european road trip i desperately need them to visit the amsterdam institute which is canonically just a massive boat. i'm not being funny need to see it described in detail so bad. big invisible divine angelic boat.... if institutes have to be on hallowed ground does that mean the entire river IJ is holy water in the tsc universe?

[zedortoo]

YOUR RATCHET HOLOFORM IS SO EPIC SAUCE does he have any human hobbies? he gives me the energy of hating golf

After the war, June started taking him to her hospital’s stitch ‘n’ bitch group. He was apprehensive at first but quickly felt right at home. The entire group adores him and his war stories, and he picked up how to knit and sew exceedingly fast.

Ratchet STILL insists he hates going but drives June there every time (though half the time they have to call in a discreet groundbridge to get back because they’d both had a few too many) and as soon as he’s through the door he’s immediately like “HI GIRLLLLSSS”

[madamemiz]

when the former god of death is brought down to your level, then brought even lower, below you, and it's so very cute :)

[sublimati0ns]

daily koss #7 … 2025.02.24 … bsky

they’re there for the free energon 🤦

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

As much as I love Hal and Guy and John, sometimes I wonder what Green Lantern comics would've looked like if they never came back to their old roles. Like if instead of Geoff Johns's epic saga that begins with Hal's return, Kyle was allowed by editorial to succeed at restarting the Green Lantern Corps and became the leader of a new generation of GLs?

I think that would've been the natural progression of Kyle's character. For years he was called the last of the Green Lanterns and he carried that weight like Atlas holding up the sky. He tried so many times to rebuild the Corps that he'd only ever heard about from others, and so many times failed because he trusted the wrong people.

But what if instead, Kyle's faith in others was rewarded? What if his search for worthy ringbearers led him to the unlikeliest of candidates? A car thief suspected of terrorism, and a hermit too terrified to leave her apartment? The Guardians of old would have looked at Simon Baz and Jessica Cruz and found them utterly unfit to wear the ring. Many of the Justice League probably would too.

But Kyle Rayner was chosen by sheer, desperate chance in a dirty alleyway. He remembers the toll that unyielding demand for perfection took on his predecessors, how it broke Hal Jordan in the end. He remembers how he was just given the ring with no explanation or training or support and how that cost Alex her life. So Kyle chooses to help.

He helps Simon track down the real culprit behind the bomb. He helps Jessica find the men who murdered her friends. He teaches them that there is no shame or disgrace in fear, so long as they overcome it. And for once, Kyle Rayner's trust and optimism wins out.

The Green Lantern Corps is reborn. There may be only three of them now, but it's more than Kyle ever had before. He takes his partners (for all that he taught them everything they know, he considers them his equals) to the Watchtower. He introduces them to the Justice League, and then breaks the news that the two new Lanterns will replace him when he ventures out to the stars to continue recruiting.

But before Kyle leaves, there is one last thing to do. He brings Simon and Jessica to the Warriors bar in New York to meet their elders. John, Guy, and Alan already know of the new recruits, having heard through the grapevine (Oracle puts out very fast newsletters), but it's another thing entirely to see with their own eyes the small spark that Kyle had carried alone finally growing into a fierce blaze.

And unseen by all of them, Hal Jordan watches as the family he nearly destroyed begins to rise from the ashes. The Spectre feels a little more at peace because he knows that Kyle Rayner is not the last of the old Green Lanterns. Instead, he is the first of the new.

Part 2: Simon, Jessica, & Keli

Part 3: The Lantern at the End of the Universe

Part 4: The Last Guardian

[bwobgames]

The air is a bit… stifling but luckily-

“I FOUND IT!”

“WINE! WINE! WINE! WINE!”

“Fun mom is back”

“WINE! WINE! WINE! WINE”

“And irresponsible Beebo as well.”

“Is it cheap? Please. Please.”

“You'll have to figure that out by yourself, gay boy. C’mon, all of it!”

“…You okay with your wife being so eager to get drunk before the train even starts?”

“Aw, it’s fine. She’s been stressed lately so she should get to relax”

“With alcohol?”

“And a nice trip!”

“…He’s been having a hard time too, hasn’t he?”

“Thank you for inviting us, really. You could’ve just let us get a bus back, but this is…”

“We are friends! And we missed you! We miss hanging out in real life!”

“Hey, I think our Among Us rounds were fun as well”

“...But really. Thank you. You truly are picking up my slack as the superior partner”

“Hehe, you’re fine! You just need... to Train more!”

“…Did you drink already”

“Maaaaybe”

“I’ll go get us drinks! Fancy non-alcoholic water!”

“…So normal water?”

“See if there’s punch. To ponder in”

“Oh yeah, great plan!”

Speaking of such, where could Vivi have-

“STOP EVERYTHING YOU’RE DOING. BE DECENT. ÁNGEL PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES!”

“Wh- They were always on?!”

“Ah, sorry. Force of habit”

“What is it and will it take me away from my beverage.”

“New people arrived!”

<-PREV START NEXT->

[hauntedbycatra]

Day 11 of Sheratober - ✨ Drunk ✨

List made by sabkeyblader!

Catra decided to take the job of watching over Adora. What could possibly go wrong?

Sorry, I know I've very late, but it's been a long week for me.

[cwispihae]

That's his emotional support mer'sopp, Your Honor

🧜‍♀️💕✨

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i think that if gojo got drunk (forbidden image . must not happen at any costs) he would kind of go mute and just slump against you like a big rock . either that or he is breaking down and sobbing (while giggling) because you said his name in a cute way

[pootimedes]

dump of heavy and medic aggressively making out (newest to oldest)

[jarchaeology]

32nd 'Days of Our Lives' Anniversary Party - Beverly Hill Hotel: Beverly Hills, CA - November 7, 1997 - photographer: Scott Downie / Celebrity Photo Agency

📽the slide collection series 📽 

[rottiens]

I need to hear more about your detective sukuna thoughts pls

✮ cw. 18+, implicit violence and sensitive topics, it is implied that the reader is a foreigner, detective au. fun fact; toji is sukuna's boss in this au just because I want him to :3 | divider creds: cafekitsune.

Sukuna has a reputation for corruption, always finding excuses to shoot, harm witnesses and, of course, use handcuffs. His methods are not always orthodox, but they always pay off. That's why his boss usually turns a blind eye when Sukuna is in charge of a case, giving him the necessary immunity and resources he requests.

Murders, robberies, arms trafficking: these are just some of the cases the great Sukuna has worked on, finding solutions over a ten-year career, with all of those cases now closed… except one.

The surprise death of the president of one of Tokyo's most important companies shocked the country, filling the newspapers and front pages for months. The case was closed as a suicide, but Sukuna knew there was more to it, especially when his superiors insisted that there was nothing more to investigate and that he should no longer stick his nose where it was not called. That only made him, of course, more determined to probe where he was not called.

He has been working "undercover" for the past few weeks, though not under orders from his superiors, but under his own rules. Investigating witnesses, collecting documents, sniffing out clues like a bloodhound, and among all those things, there's always one thing in common: you.

He has been watching you. You charge and pass each object through the scanner with a neutral face and steady hands. You look like an expert in the field. The tag on your uniform says "Aiko," clearly a fake name. Sukuna had seen your name on the report now lying under his mattress. He knows your real name, age, hometown but that's all he could collect, no college record, a family to pursue, an ex-partner or any other previous job. The president's personal assistant with a blank background, living in one of the most humble areas of the city, far from magazines, newspapers, camera lenses….

Sukuna places the pack of cigarettes on the counter with more force than necessary just as the store bell chimes. It's just the two of you now.

"Just that?" you ask without looking at him. Sukuna searches your eyes silently until you hold his gaze. Exhausted eyes, painted the black of your dark circles under your eyes.

How long have you not slept? What is keeping you awake? The questions make him bite his lip, restraining himself from pulling out his notebook and starting the interrogation right there, curiosity eating him alive from the inside but he knows you still need one more push to go down. He finally gives in, shakes his head in affirmation and you tell him the price, the same one you've given him for the past few weeks with the same lifeless countenance as always.

Sukuna pulls his wallet out of his leather jacket, showing you a flash of his badge glowing in the darkness of his clothes. Sukuna sees you tense up behind the counter. You pick up your hands and hide them where he can't see them. He slides a wad of bills onto the wood along with a white card with his phone number and name in plain black letters.

You shake your head before he has a chance to say anything.

"I just want to talk," he says, still, his voice a little hoarse.

"I don't have anything to talk to you about." Your accent is good, but he can easily tell you're not from here.

"I just want to buy you a coffee."

Sukuna leans back on the counter, holding his jaw with his open hand as he examines you up and down. You lean back in the chair, almost as if you think he's going to grab you and force you to stay still. You are visibly trembling, and it all makes his adrenaline rush through his veins, he is drooling, his eyes slightly wide at the prey in front of him. What are you hiding, what do you know?

"Can you leave now?"

Sukuna realizes how easy it would be to handcuff you at this point. With a little effort, he'd leap over the counter, mount you on his broad shoulders, and haul you out the door to throw you in his truck. However, remember that it's Monday, the flow of people is higher at the beginning of the week, and it would be a hassle to have to shoot another civilian.

Sukuna stretches as he groans; all the imagination of the scene has exhausted him. So he runs a hand through his hair and shoves the cigarette box into his back pockets.

"Call me if you're bored. I promise it will be worth it," he comments with a smile that makes you visibly uncomfortable.

Then he walks towards the exit and, with a creak of the bell, the cold snowflakes that his stale presence brought to the place begin to fall on your head and arms, covered by the thin uniform shirt, making you shiver even more, causing your fingers and lips to become like ice cubes with the winter that the infamous detective leaves behind.

[saydesole]

Summa Wya