#drunken prompts

[droptheprompt]

hello! Can you please write flirty drunk dialogue prompts?

hello, I can try :D

Drunken flirty prompts

(note: please imagine all of those in slurred voice)

"Were you always this pretty?"

"Hello, beautiful. You alone here?" "We literally came here together."

"Did it hurt?" *grin* "When I fell from heaven?" "No, when you fell from that chair."

"Yer so pretty..." "And you are drunk."

"The room's spinning but your face is clear. And so beautiful."

"I don't know if it's the alcohol, but you don't seem that bad now." "Thanks?"

"How drunk are you?" "Can I kiss you?" "A lot, okay."

"I can't stop looking at you."

"Do you happen to live in a museum? Cause you are a piece of art."

I hope those were helpful. Have a great day :)

PS: Please send me asks with something else than flirty prompts too, I'm so bad with flirting stuff :'D

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 185

No one could get into contact with Constantine. 

Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something. 

And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!) 

So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer. 

“You’re not Constantine.” . 

The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.” 

He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.” 

… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…

[overtherose]

Oogie Boogie

DC x dp prompt free for grabs

Danny is bored and so he begins speaking nonsense into the little pits in the ghost zone not knowing that they are connected to the DC universe via Lazarus pits.

One day as Ra's, Al Ghul is around the pits. He hears an echo. Curious he follows the echo to its source. As he gets colder he realizes that the source of the sounds are coming from the Lazarus pits. He leans in, concentrating on what the pits seem to be muttering.

...Oogie Boogie... woobie Boogie... boogie boogie...

[shares-a-vest]

'Lucky Guy'

@steddiemicrofic 🍰🍰🍰 < me sending you virtual slices of cake for the glorious offerings this month's prompt has brought so far.

August Prompt: 'Cake' Word Count: 311 | Rating: T | cw: Steve is really drunk but just being an annoying chatty-cathy.

“Eds... E-Eddie...” Steve croaks, speaking directly into his ear as he lays tucked in behind him, “I’s juz goin’ downstairsss for someofmybirthdaycake!”

He moves to swing his leg over but Eddie swats at him, groaning in frustration. How is this slurring chatterbox still conscious!

“Think maybe you should sleep off some of that beer before you try for the staircase Birthday Boy,” he whispers, patting his leg, “Had enough trouble getting you up here.”

“Wait!” Steve says clear as day, clamping a hand on Eddie’s own. He can feel Steve lift his head, “Why aren’t you spooning me?”

With great effort – and hindered by Drunk Steve’s jock strength –Eddie turns over and is met with a set of very sad puppy-dog eyes glistening back at him.

He cocks his head to the person snoring like a human garbage disposal behind his boyfriend, “Robin is spooning you, sweetheart.”

She’s holding onto Steve so tight, they look like one big pile of clothes and brown hair.

Steve’s eyes shine bright as he nods to himself, grinning, “Robin totally needs some cake!”

He barely lifts his head before his eyes roll back into his alcohol-filled skull.

“Wha-t’s hap-ing?” Robin rasps, stirring from their communal pillow.

At the sound of her voice, Steve’s lip quivers.

“Rob,” he sniffles, helicopter-kicking at the sheets until he is on his back and almost squishing his platonic soulmate into the mattress in the process.

“I’m just so lucky, Robs…” he hiccups as Robin shuffles around, teetering dangerously close to the edge of the bed.

Miraculously, Steve forces an arm around her – and squeezes Eddie impossibly tight against him too.

“Such a lucky guy,” he continues, humming contentedly as he slowly moves his head from side to side with every word, “I’ve got my boyfriend! And my best friend... And cake! Allonmybir-th... day...”

He fades into a snore.

[narukoibito]

Please: The first time A is drunk (before they begin to date B) They absent-mindedly confess

Apologies for the late response! I ended up writing over 1.5k for this prompt. Hope that makes up for the delay. 💛

When the Morning Comes

AO3 | FF.net

Summary: Harry has a little too much to drink.

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The cheers from the crowd were deafening as Ginny climbed up the stairs toward the center stage. All the lights were blinding, but she could imagine her family in the crowd, her mum wiping her eyes and her brothers cheering. Her heart clamored in her chest as she approached Gwenog Jones and her razor-sharp grin.

Ginny’s eyes slid to the Rookie of the Year award in Gwenog’s outstretched hands, pride pulsing through her veins. She was just about to touch the gleaming trophy when the cheers melted into shouts as Ron leapt onto the stage, a crazed look in his eyes. He slapped the award out of Gwenog’s hands as he shouted incoherently.

“What are you doing?” she cried.

Instead of answering, Ron lurked toward her. The crazed look in his eyes made her jerk backwards only to realize she was falling. 

Ginny jolted with a gasp.The shouting continued to ring in her ears as she stared up into the darkness. It took a moment to realize she had not only been dreaming, but also that the sounds were, in fact, real. 

What in Merlin’s beard was Ron doing?

Pickles, Demelza’s cat, mewed mournfully as Ginny rose from the bed. She should have known that her first opportunity to escape from the Burrow to cat sit for Demelza, Ron would find a way to ruin it. Months living at home–all she had wanted was one weekend. One. Pulling on her robe, swearing in a way that would undoubtedly make the twins proud, she tramped down the stairs. 

“Ginny!” Ron bellowed.

Her Saturday was not off to the best start. 

The incessant banging stopped when she swung the door open. Choice curse words on the tip of her tongue, she stilled, taking in the scene. Her eyes slid to her brother. "What did you do?"

"Me? What did I do?" Ron spluttered, indignant as he sagged under Harry's weight, his best mate's arm hanging over his shoulder. 

From where he had his face pressed into Ron’s side, Harry erupted into giggles. The way his wire glasses were awkwardly pushed against his face couldn't possibly be comfortable, but you wouldn't know based on his wide grin.

Ginny gave Ron a pointed look. “Why did you show up here?”

Ron grimaced. 

“Hermione warned you not to try them, didn’t she?” Ginny asked in a flat voice. 

Harry seemed to perk up, looking around as if trying to locate where her voice came from. When his eyes landed on her, he lit up. “Gin!”

In no way did her stomach flutter at his childish excitement. That would be ridiculous because she was long over Harry Potter—had been since fourth year. So the fact that he was stupidly happy to see her did not add to his charm.

“Ron, it’s Ginny!” Harry moved toward her and promptly tripped. 

She lurched forward, but Ron yelped and caught Harry before he fell on his face. 

Ron grunted. “Help?"

If it weren’t for Harry potentially hurting himself, she would likely have left Ron to clean up his mess. Instead, she took Harry’s other arm, the two of them stumbling as Harry dragged his feet.

His proximity was completely fine. Not a problem in the least. She was only feeling flushed because of carrying half his weight. It had nothing to do with the arm looped over her shoulder, his side pressed right up against hers, or how Harry's face was close enough to her face that she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

Obviously, the sparks in her stomach were from irritation.

Or so she told herself.

"Why is Harry in such a state when you're fine?" she muttered as they trudged through the family room.

"George had these new magical cocktails he wanted us to try. I’m fine, but Harry seems a bit worse for wear. Giggly and affectionate."

“Ginnyyyy.” Harry seemed amused by her name and giggled, his voice tickling her ear. She shuddered, goosebumps erupting where the ghost of his breath had brushed against her skin.

This was fine.

He tilted toward ever so forward, close enough that if he moved closer his lips just might brush against her neck. 

 Absolutely fine.

“I love you.”

Ginny’s heart stopped. 

“Don’t worry,” Ron said, not sounding the least perturbed by his best mate’s sudden declaration, and blissfully unaware of how hard Ginny was willing her heartbeat to beat again. “He seems quite keen on telling everyone that, don’t you, Harry?”

“Ron! Ron!" Harry turned toward him with urgency. "You're my best mate, Ron. You and Hermione—everything you’ve done for me—I love you…I lovvvve...”

“Yes, yes, mate.” Ron patted Harry’s back. "Don't forget about the gallon you owe me."

"Fleecing him in this state?" Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Is Hermione here? I love Hermione too...not like that though, Ronnnnnn, Ron Ron, Ron-Won, Won-Won!" Harry dissolved into singing.

"He's going to be in a world of pain tomorrow." Ron shook his head. 

“Might deserve it,” Ginny muttered. For nearly giving her a heart attack. 

“He’s been a bit brooding lately. More so than usual,” Ron said. He seemed struck by a sudden thought. “Maybe I can help.”

He unhooked Harry's arm and deposited said arm on Ginny's other shoulder. She tottered backwards as Harry naturally leaned further onto her.

"Wait—what are you—"

"I’mma make him a sobering potion!”

“Ron—you git!" She buckled under the additional weight. "Don’t—”

But Ron was already bounding off to the kitchen. “I’m his best friend! He’s suffered enough, don’t you reckon?”

Merlin, that cocktail must have some sort of delayed reaction.

“This isn’t my kitchen!” she tried to remind him. The only response was a disconcertingly loud clang.

Fuck, Demenza would kill her if Ron made a mess. Say goodbye to any chance of a repeat weekend escape. Ginny started toward his direction, but Harry didn’t seem interested in letting her go. With Ron no longer holding him up, he had taken to draping himself over her.

"Ginnnnny," Harry said again in a way that made her chest tighten. He now had her head awkwardly tucked under his chin. "You're short.”

She glared daggers at his chest. "You're lucky you're drunk."

She felt him hum in agreement or pleasure or both. “It’s nice.”

"Maybe for you. Come on, you big loaf." Ginny dragged him forward, staggering left and right under his weight. Their lumbering journey was punctured by his giggles.

She meant to ease him onto the couch, but his leg caught hers and they both tumbled onto the couch in a mess of limbs. “Oof!”

Her head spun for a moment before she realized they were tangled together. The blood rushed to her face.

Ginny was not thinking of his weight over her, pinning her against the bed–couch, against the couch.

It helped that his elbow was digging into her side. 

“Harry,” she complained.

He peered down at her through his crooked glasses. His cheeks were flushed a rosy hue, stretched by a stupid smile. There was always something about him that made her insides go soft, and the way he was looking at her did nothing to help.

Seeing him so disarmed was dangerous.

"I, I suppose I should go help Ron before he poisons you." She shifted, but Harry held onto her. 

"Nooooo!"

Merlin, for someone so inebriated, he sure had a tight grip.

"Don't go," he pleaded in such a petulant way that she couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine, fine," she acquiesced, settling back. 

Damn that residual weakness for him. She had gotten over him ages ago. They’d become friends, close friends during the latter Hogwarts years, and even were now, several months since she finished her schooling. All the recent get-togethers were fine. Friendly. She’d be lying if she hadn’t missed him.

He let out a long, seemingly satisfied sigh before pressing his nose against the crook of her neck. Her heart drummed against her chest, but thankfully he was too gone to notice.

Was he—was he sniffing her?

"Harry?" Her voice hitched slightly.

"You smell like Ginny flowers.”

“What are Ginny flowers?”

He frowned. “That’s what I want to know. They smell good, like summer. Like sunshine, and Quidditch, and…Ginny.”

"I’ll take that as a compliment.”.

"I love them," Harry murmured into her skin. “I love…I love you.”

She closed her eyes. God, was he trying to kill her?

"Yes, yes." Ginny sighed, patting his messy mop of hair in defeat.

It was really nice that he included her in his list of "loved" ones. It was great that he thought so highly of her, that they were now such good friends. She knew she should be happy, and she was, truly. She was perfectly happy with their friendship.

Except. Except this was Harry.

Unable to help herself, she leaned into his embrace, a nostalgic longing swelling inside her. At least there was no way he would remember this.

He had gone quiet long enough that she had wondered if he had drifted off when he murmured something against her.

"What was that?"

"I love you," he whispered again. It was pitiful how much her heart responded to the words.

"Harry." She started pulling away in self-preservation. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

"I mean it," Harry breathed. Eyes heavy-lidded, he looked at her with such seeming yearning she forgot how to breathe. "I fancy you, Ginny. I love you love you."

Her heart was wildly tumbling out of her chest.

Harry fancied her? He was actually in love with her?

"You what? Since when?"

“Since stupid Dean,” he said, glowering at the name.

“Dean? Since then? All this time? Why didn’t you say anything?”

He groaned, dropping his head back against her shoulder. "Well, there was the whole Voldemort thing, an’ now you’re too 'mazing..."

Ginny couldn’t even begin to process this.

"Can't work up the nerve to tell you. Thought maybe I'd get a drink and do it tonight..."

He didn't seem to realize he was actually confessing because he curled up against her in apparent contentment.

"That's why you got sloshed?"

"Mmmmm."

"How'd that go for you?" 

"Eh, still scary," he said, his face scrunching up. "What if you say no?"

She was over Harry. 

Wasn’t she?

"What if I don't?" Her fingers gently threaded through his hair. 

"It'd be too good to be true,” he murmured, his voice tinged with wonder. A shiver ran through her.

"Harry?”

“Mmm?” He grew softer with sleep.

“Promise me you'll try?"

"Ok, but only because it's you..." He yawned and burrowed in closer. "Maybe… t'morrow..."

Ginny smiled into his hair.

Well, maybe tomorrow won’t be so bad after all.

[abbey-abdominal]

day 7: mistletoe/x-mas party

I may or may not digitalize these later I think it’s really funny if Pomni is the sensible drunk and Ragatha is the bitch that goes into the women’s bathroom and speedruns lesbianism for the next three hours

[ITS DONE? JESTERDOLL WEEK IS DONE? SIKE—EVERY WEEK IS JESTERDOLL WEEK WHEN YOU’RE HYPER FIXATED. GET REAL.]

[thebubblesareevil]

Am I dead?

Okay so Danny goes out drinking for his 21st birthday and ends up drunk off his ass. The trio are bar hopping all night but at one point Danny goes missing. He got distracted and somehow ended up in a bar under the sea (don’t travel through portals while drunk kids). Anyway everyone is kinda weirded out by this man who is speaking English and they call for some guards because he is clearly intoxicated and they’re not sure what to do with him but when they try to escort him out he thinks they’re trying to fight him and so he beats them up. Kaldur (who was visiting home) hears the commotion and goes to intervene. The room is chaos when he enters the room and someone asks Kaldur to help. Kaldur slowly approaches the stranger who turns around, looks Kaldur straight in the eyes and says “holy shit Am I dead?” Before Kaldur can reply the stranger continues “wait of course I’m dead, and you must be an angel. What the heck did I do to meet an angel. I didn’t even know angels were real but here you are. I’ll have to ask dad about angels when we get to the other side.” Meanwhile everyone around is trying not to laugh at this drunken idiot who is causing the kings apprentice to blush. Kaldur asks what the strangers name is and how he got there and he stops for a moment and thinks he says his name is Danny, not Daniel, not danno, and most definitely not Dan, just Danny please. With his head propped up on his hand leaning on a table he then asks if he could have his name Kaldur tells danny his name and is surprised when he says his full name flawlessly. Kaldur then turns to one of the guards that has picked himself up and tells him in Atlantean that he’s going to take him to the hospital to see if they can sober him up.

Danny jumps up at that knocking over the table which he just stares at for a moment before he says in Atlantean “no no no, no hospitals,” Kaldur, surprised, tells him that he needs to go to a hospital so they can figure out where he came from. Danny walks right up to him and pokes him in the chest and says “nope, no hospitals, it’s not like they can help me remember? I’m already dead!” Kaldur laughs and says be that as it may he needs to sober up. Danny, still poking Kaldur in the chest, asks “then why can’t I go with you, your my angel right? So I’ll go with you.” Kaldur pinches his nose while the guards and trying desperately not to laugh in the background. Kaldur finally agrees after much back and forth to let Danny stay in his guest room. Danny cheers and then asks Kaldur if he would carry him because his legs are just sooo heavy.

Kaldur is questioning his life choices.

Danny wakes up the next morning with a pounding headache looks out the window and sees water. He is not as freaked out about that as he should be. No it’s the fact that he’s in a bed underwater that is the concerning part. He tries and fails to sneak out when he gets caught by Kaldurs mother who then invites him to breakfast. Danny of course accepts because hey free food. Kaldur joins them and asks how he’s feeling this morning. When Danny looks over at Kaldur he nearly chokes, manages to swallow his food and (in true milo thatch style) says pretty boy, pretty GOOD doing pretty good. Kaldurs mom is very amused. Kaldur invites Danny on a walk and asks if he could explain how he came to be in Atlantis. Danny laughs for a few seconds and then a just like no seriously where am I?

Kaldur repeats that he is in Atlantis that the night before he got into a fight in a bar and he refused to go to a hospital, in Atlantean. Danny’s like the language thing I get I speak a lot of languages. Its the Atlantis part I don’t get, because last he checked Atlantis was destroyed by a giant alien starfish around 32 B.C.

Kaldur stares at Danny and Danny stares right back, before saying I think we need to go see the king. Danny nods and the two of them go to leave,

The two of them head to the castle and the talk on the way, Danny asks what happened the night before and Kaldur explained exactly how hard Danny was flirting with him. Danny turns a bright red and chuckles replying that at least drunk him has excellent taste in men. The two of them talk (and flirt) the whole way there. Once they explain what’s going on it’s decided they would go to see the justice league to consult with their magic users. Danny at this point is really confused but is pretty sure he’s figured out what’s going on so he asks who exactly the justice league is and they all look at him like he’s crazy he’s like I guess they’re a big deal huh and rubs the back of his neck. Whelp its official I’ve stumbled into another dimension. Kaldur leads him to a zeta tube and Danny just straight up says no just no that’s not happening. Been there done that died and come back no thank you. Kaldur insists that it’s perfectly safe and asks if he wants him to go first and Danny shouts NO and pulls Kaldur away from the zeta tube. Kaldur and aquaman look at each other before Kaldur suggests that he close his eyes and he would guide him through the zeta tube. It takes a bit of convincing but Danny finally agrees and Kaldur takes his hand and leads him through the tube. They arrive in mount justice where the magic users in the league had all gathered.

Danny is in the middle of a panic attack and there are glowing Lichtenberg figures crawling up his neck as Kaldur slowly helps him calm down with the aid of an incredibly adorable giant wolf named wolf who was just the cutest thing in the world (Conner greatly approves of this). Danny thanks Kaldur and wolf, and then he is brought over and introduced to the rest of the team. Dr fate is suspiciously absent however both Zatanna and Shazam comment on how his aura looks weird, like it’s been touched by death. Danny says that makes sense but doesn’t elaborate. They are all trying to figure out where Danny has come from and how to get him back and Danny says that he honestly has no idea he was celebrating his 21st and the next thing he knew he was in another universe waking up in Atlantis. The debate goes on for a bit and Danny just focuses on Kaldur, he asks him what made him want to be a hero and they end up talking about how Kaldur came to be aqualad.

They all decide to take a break and some of the leaguers decide to approach Danny to ask him some questions. It’s when green lantern comes up to him and says that’s an interesting ring you got there that Danny stares at his hand for a full minute before getting up and repeatedly smacking his head on the wall, cursing all the while. Kaldur asks if he would care to explain why he’s trying to put a hole in the wall and Danny looks right at Kaldur and says “in my defense I was drunk, I am hungover, and there has been a very handsome man distracting me this whole time.” Batman demands an explanation and Danny tells them how this is the ring of rage which has the ability to create portals and how he didn’t even remember putting it on. It looks like while he was drunk he decided to try getting home with a portal and entirely missed the mark, in his defense he’s only had it about a month. Several people looked at Danny like he was an idiot but he just shrugged it off

Danny the raises his hand in the air and concentrates on the ghost zone. A large green portal appears and Danny rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, “sorry about all that umm— but before he can continue something comes flying out of the portal smacking Danny in the face only to be revealed as a boomerang? Danny stops for a moment before screaming GANGWAY!! And pushing Kaldur out of the direct path of the portal. Just in time as a large ship comes crashing through. After things settle and Danny has gotten himself and Kaldur up the door to the ship opens only for Danny to once more be knocked to the ground by an overexcited green puppy. Who licks Danny relentlessly before getting distracted by wolf.

In the meantime 3 people exit the ship 2 of which are wearing dark sunglasses. The one wearing a full body red suit charges up to Danny yelling FENTON!! And immediately starts scolding him about disappearing like that and what the hell did he think he was doing. The tall goth woman tells “Val” to quite down that if his head hurts half as bad as hers it’s punishment enough. Danny says thanks to his friends for looking for him and then introduces them to the league. He looks like hes about to continue talking when Tucker cuts him off and says “dude as much as I’d love to stay and chat with real live super hero’s we got to go if the fright knight doesn’t go on a rampage soon your sister will.” Danny looks mildly offended and says “excuse me what am I chopped liver?!”

Tucker looked him dead in the eye and says “I said LIVE superheroes, last I checked you only half qualify” Danny laughs and says fair enough Kaldur questions this and he says that he is in fact dead he told him last night remember? But only half he’s half alive too. Danny calls cujo over but hesitates before making a new portal. He turns to Kaldur and says cujo is absolutely devastated that he has to leave his new friend. Kaldur laughs and says “is he now” danny replies that yes yes he is and would you guys mind if he stopped in every now and again so cujo could have play dates. Kaldur hesitates so Conner jumps in and says that wolf would absolutely love that, kaldur smiles and agrees. Danny gets a huge grin on his face and say awesome it’s a date! He then picks up cujo and says okay buddy I’m not sure if I’m good to fly right now and I gotta lead us home wanna be my noble steed? Everyone looks confused but cujo gives a bark and Danny laughs and sets him down he runs around in a circle before sitting Danny says good boy now grow! And before everyone’s eyes the small (adorably dopey) green dog has turned into a huge serious hound more than twice the size of wolf… who then rolls on his back for some well deserved belly rubs. Danny’s friends board the ship but not before Sam comes up to Kaldur hands him a phone apparently can reach him at anytime so long as he’s in the ghost zone, and parts ways with a friendly threat not to hurt he friend.

Danny climbs on cujos back and they give one last goodbye before leaving through the portal.

Dr fate arrives moments later and is asked what took him so long he only says that it is against the lords of orders rules to willfully interact with the king of the infinite realms. Dick gives Kaldur a big slap on the back and says you hear that looks like you got a date with a king!

Kaldur smiles looking at the green phone in his hand and says “yes, it seems I do”

Okay this got way out of hand this was just supposed to be a prompt, a PROMPT i tell you a PROMPT but it evolved far beyond what it was supposed to be

It’s still a prompt though so if anyone yknow wants to write this in a less chaotic and more thought out fanfiction I would love u forever!! Okay I need sleep have a good night!!

[sinking-into-mist]

Celebrating Olli's (and belatedly, Aleksi's) birthday with mudcake and writing fics 😄

[kikismemes]

𝓑𝓸𝓸𝔃𝓮 — send 🍺 for our muses to get drunk together.

[hyperionshipping]

idk if you’re taking requests but ❛ you are the peace i crave in this chaotic world. ❜ with Caleb? —Nic

"You are the peace I crave in this chaotic world." Caleb's voice was gruff, slightly slurred, a rumble. "Tricks you are--" his face contorted in thought, his tongue wetting his lips.

The tiefling leaned forwards, tail twitching, studying the wizard. "...I am...? What, sunshine?"

"You're light. You are--" Caleb waved his hand, and Tricks smiled. "--like the light for travelers. You are... always there for me, Tricks. Ever since you joined the party. You left what you knew."

Tricks grabbed Caleb's hands, brows knit together in a mix of compassion and pain. "I left The Gentleman because I needed change. Caleb, you taught me love. I would have left but you have always, always fought for me. Even when shit went south. Caleb, I'd do it all again just to stay with you."

Caleb smiled. Soft and small. He felt so warm.

"Fight together. That is what we promised each other."

"It is!" Tricks sniffled, blinking. "You remember that?"

"I would never forget it."

It was Caleb who squeezed Tricks' hands. Tricks looked down, then back up to Caleb.

"Tricks," Caleb said looking into his yellow eyes. "You are there for me every battle. Every town, every squabble. You always have my back. You speak with your heart. That's what makes you such a good bard. Your song comes from your heart."

"You're just saying that, sunshine." Tricks shook his head.

"Never. You are my... you are-- Tricks, mein Freund, your music is what makes you."

"...Caleb."

"I mean this. When you-- Molly. You sung the lullaby to him."

"You listened?"

"Ja. I did not mean too, you asked to be alone. But I heard. Never have I heard Infernal so delicately. I don't want to lose you, Tricks."

"I don't want to lose you either, Caleb. I promise you won't. Us, together, always."

"Unto death do us part," Caleb replied, hands holding tighter against Tricks'.

In the morning, he would only have the vaguest memory of the conversation. It'd bring a blush to his cheeks, and a pit in his stomach that he couldn't quite place.

But for now, Caleb was in love once again, the rumble of Tricks' purr lulling him to sleep, the warmth he felt spreading, blooming, as he exhaled deeply.

@me-myself-and-my-fos

[sculptorofcrimson]

[Banging pots and pans together] Where's valdor you goddamn furry?

[/affectionate, For legal reasons, that was a joke, I am on very good terms with the furry community.]

(〃￣ω￣〃)ゞ ✰✰ Squigaggle Squigurg, you have now a blurb ✰✰

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Ten Thousand Flowers

"Sequel" of Pavilion of Golden Flowers

Recap: Pavilion of Golden Flowers - A Warhammer retelling of the Drunken Concubine opera.

Relations: Valdor/Emperor(one-sided), Emperor/Ra ~~~~

Of course. Of course His eye had strayed from him to Ra.

The Captain-General watches, muscled arms crossed over his chest, with only a glimmer of desire in his eye. The Emperor’s hand on Ra’s back slips lower, circling his tailbone, and the smaller Custodian’s laugh does not pass unnoticed by his first brother. A muscle clenches in his jawline, the serfs attending him quickly back off in anticipation of some kind of wrath before warily returning to his side. One cautiously sets aside his pauldrons, unarmoring him in silence now, even as the Custodian’s gaze never strays from his lord and Ra.

The Emperor's hand was boldly caressing Ra now. He says something, and Ra stares back at him, wide-eyed, a surprised jolt passing over his frame. Of course, Valdor notes, of course. He was not so surprised as to find the Emperor’s hand beneath the hemline of Ra’s robes now, gently pulling against the silk to trace over his thighs. The Custodian’s response was lost to him, although Valdor could have certainly eavesdropped had he deigned to. 

Ra’s laughter echoes through the armory, tremors rumbling through his half-unarmored form. 

The Emperor was smiling indulgently as He withdrew His grasp from His now-favorite concubine. They speak something rapid, the Emperor extends one hand in some kind of offering. Ra nods as he responds, Valdor not even consciously tracking their movements yet still memorizing each of them with the same, perfect recall that had been beaten into them. A serf yanks off one of his gauntlets with more disrespect than Valdor would have normally tolerated, the impudent servant tapping lightly at the exposed bodysuit beneath as if trying to garner his attention. Valdor hardly even noticed, in fact, the serf wondered if he cared at all. When your master’s favor had strayed so utterly to another, there was little room for doubt.

Surely there was no reason to fear impropriety, was there? Surely, when He reigned over all beneath His regard, all of the Ten Thousand belonged to Him, in mind, body and soul. It would have been impolite to challenge Him in His own lair. 

Valdor turned his gaze away as Ra joins Him, now completely unarmored, his silken robes contrasting harshly against the Emperor’s tanned skin as He wrapped one massive hand around Ra’s upper arm and lead him away, their movements synchronized in the way only lovers - and masters - could.

Of course.

Of course His eye had strayed from him to Ra.

The Custodian shakes his head once, and turns to gesture at the serfs. Now completely unarmored, he rises with his usual grace, somehow tempered with some kind of frosty steel, as cold as the peaks of the Himalayas. Wine. Bring him wine. His master won’t accompany him to drink. Of course, his master won't be accompanying him tonight, but that is of no matter. The will to be envious, to even be pained by such callous rejection, had been beaten away. So much like a toy that no longer amused Him and thus had been discarded for prettier, shinier conquests, yet without even the will to spurn Him for such betrayal. 

Wordlessly, Valdor commands. The serfs gaze upon his unarmored form, observing the tense bitterly cold demeanor in the lines of his muscles, and that frosty, yet somehow wounded glare he brings upon each of them when they hesitate. They nod once and bow before scattering for their tasks.

The Unification Wars used to frown upon indulgence. There was no time, no respite, only the bitter cold gnawing at the marrow of their bones, only the triumphant wind howling a bitter end in the stones. Things are a little different now. Things are a little different, when the Emperor has a little time to spare for His playthings. It is harder to ignore the weight of His eye when it was sometimes - quite literally - burning upon your skin. He is still the Emperor’s best servant, His spear and Captain-General, but he is no longer the favorite, the precious one. As the serf sneaks a quick glance at those cold eyes, he realizes this as firmly - and as surely - as the Captain-General himself.

The eye of the Emperor had strayed from him to Ra. 

Of course. 

Of course he had. 

Hastily, the serf bows his head before that cold, resigned glare. Then, he turns, moving with haste as to not disturb the Custodian still staring so intensely at the pair, and goes to fetch the Captain-General some wine.

[tuneonin]

(feel free to ignore if the ask meme was for mutuals only/I shouldn't have added more than the prompt!)

Husk raised an eyebrow at the ever grinning radio demon before turning away and taking the now empty glass of Angel Dust, who had just left the hotel in quite a hurry, and picking up a rag to clean it out,

"What, do you think I'm jealous?"

Various Question Sentence Starters

"You are looking a little green, my friend." Alastor picks up his own glass and takes another swig of his whiskey. A glance is cast towards the hotel door before his gaze returns to the bartending cat, one leg crossing over the other and idly bouncing itself as he grins in amusement.

"Then again...I have no idea what you would be jealous of, exactly."

[stregoniconiconii]

I feel like if Steve and Robin were to seriously make out it would be like straight drunk girls making out at a party. purely for fun and attention

[art-hoodie]

recent scribbles :3

[sulky-valkyrie]

Happy Friday! "sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more." - for Dorian + whoever you prefer?

Second attempt at the optional 100 word challenge, this time with success! Full disclosure that it could be considered cheating because it's definitely a continuation of this. Please convey my apologies to the Academy of People Who Care About Things Like That.

for @dadrunkwriting

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“Dorian,  you alright?”  

He glanced up at the out-of-focus blob in front of him.  “So?”

“Well, you’re in my spot.”  

“And?”

“And you never sit here.  Ever.”  The blob resolved into Krem.

“Shut up.”  Very scathing.  He leaned sideways to put his wine down, misjudged, and dropped his drink as he fell out of the chair.  “Probably shouldn’t drink today.”

“Dorian, what’s going on?”

“I almost died!  All because of some Qun bullshit over whether or not you’re worth keeping alive.”

Krem took his hands, helping him back up to his feet.  “Let’s take you back to the Chief, yeah?”

[saintchaser]

11. things you said when you were drunk- for wolfstar

"you know, remus, i love you. i love you so, so much."

remus smiled bitterly. "of course you do, we're friends, you mutt. i'd reconsider our friendship if you didn't, honestly." he said jokingly, a smile playing on his face.

sirius shook their head ever so slightly, taking another sip of the bottle of beer in front of them. "no, remus. i don't love you like that. i'm in love with you."

sirius' whisper sent shivers up remus' spine. "you don't mean that. you're drunk, sirius. people say things that aren't true when drunk."

"no, i mean that. i really do. i've been meaning to tell you for a while now but i couldn't build up the courage ("ironic, isn't it? for a gryffindor, i mean." sirius joked and hiccuped,) to tell you after..." they gestured around them, "after everything that's happened recently."

remus nodded. "still, i think you had enough alcohol. we have classes tomorrow and i think mcgonagall would not like to see you like this."

the next morning, remus found out that sirius' drunken confession had been as true as they said it was. they really did fall in love with him.