#event// care for a drink?

[klai-16xoxo]

EVENT// {Care For A Drink?}

“Welcome to Heavenly Delight,care for a drink?”

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HELLO~ I decided to make a mini event with my bartender OC, Theodore Eldermore!

This event is all about just you offering your OCs or Personas and asking Theodore to make a drink themed after them!

If you'd like, you can let Theodore know your (OC/Sona’s) drink preferences or the type of drink you'd like them to be! You could even provide a small description of your character's personality or tastes, so Theodore can have a better idea of what to make for them or~ you could leave it to his imagination and see what he comes up with!

If you are interested then place your orders in my inbox using the “🍹” emoji.

(Keep in mind that I myself am not the best at making drink themes so it may not be the best but it is all for the fun of it so~)

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[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[willowser]

roommate touya who falls for you bc of your thoughtfulness tho 🥺 when you order food there’s always something for him too. you bring him back coffee every time you do a starbucks run. you share everything you have with him too, like your nice smelling shampoo (even tho you make fun of his three in one body wash conditioner shampoo LMAO). maybe you get the two of you fun pairs of comfy slippers to wear around the house to. you make the house into a home and he’s so smitten because of it

anon 🥺 you gettttt itttt 🥺🥺 i have such a detailed idea for roommate touya i want to write it so bad !!! i just. have such a vision for him in my head.....it's weird that yall are still roommates....bc you didn't even start out as friends.....keigo and rumi both moved out and you were just. together and that was it. and then you got sick of your apartment and picked a new house to rent. and you just. live together and do everything together and it makes no sense !! you're adults !!! but you're too used to each other 🥺🥺🥺 WAAAHHH YOU GET IT YOU GET IT EXACTLLLLLYYYYYY

[sailorskunk]

@ the antis in the tags, have you guys even played fallout? you realize most of the choices you get in game can be pretty shit? there's rarely a happy/or normal ending to various quests? factions are violent and often times morally fucked? out of multiple romanceable players, there's usually a ghoul?

like. stop. gtfo of the tags and live your lives and stop shaming people. the weird, messed up stuff is fake, it's not real, it isn't real life, has no implications for real life. IT'S NOT FUCKING REAL. IT LITERALLY MEANS NOTHING. IT IS ENTERTAINMENT. you're not holier than the rest of the fandom because you can sus out that certain factions are not cool, or that a ship isn't for everyone.

like. get over yourselves. completely brain dead to even be worried about how shitty some factions are or how fucked up the ghoul was toward lucy and that some people still like to ship them. go outside holy fuck

[mumblesplash]

thought about the expression “big fish in a small pond” too hard and accidentally invented new ocs

[maareyas]

2023 Art Recap

Didn't do as much stuff this year compared to 2022, but I feel like I tried out a bunch of new things! Here's some of the ones I like the most, or that I felt helped improve some skills I was trying to work on ✨

[star-rail-tings]

This so pretty

[benetnvsch]

imma make a new rare pair and it’s haruno and Kunikida and they’re office girlfriends

Reasons why u should ship them

1) glasses

2) consensual work place relationship

3) she is nice to him

Friendship Ended with Kunikidazai, Harukuni is my new best friend

[hawkeyedflame]

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[klai-16xoxo]

🍹 For Clown! :3

“You know, I have a collection of unique Glasses and one of them look like a silly Clown face. Maybe I should use it next time!”

//I was wondering when the clown would make their appearance at last ✨

[just-bendy]

Bendy, how crazy can you get?

[yumichikah]

Exhausted peacock noises.

[castielfucks]

people who drive drunk im booing you. tomato tomato tomato tomato.

[erabundus]

he's  deeply  engrossed  in  what  he's  reading  —  so  much  so  that  he  doesn't  think  twice  before  picking  up  his  (  scalding  hot  )  tea  and  downing  the  entire  cup  in  one  swift  motion.  by  the  time  he  realizes  his  mistake,  it's  already  too  late;  the  wanderer  makes  a  strangled  little  sound  of  SURPRISE  and  slams  the  glass  back  down  on  the  table. by some miracle, it doesn't break.

❝  ...  ❞   ( no one saw that. ) a  warning  would  be  nice  next  time.

[dutybcrne]

I like to think Kae favors Diluc’s version of Death After Noon over anyone who could try to make it, even knowing damn well the man probably deliberately takes the alcohol content down a notch compared to usual. He’ll even scrunch his eyes a bit when drinking anyone else’s Death After Noon, bc he’s unconsciously come to associate the one Diluc makes as the standard. Not that he would ever request any other barkeep try and mimic it.

[chxxms]

🙄

(small rant)