#gin craze

[justmebeingcurious]

Did I get this right? So Britain (London in particular) went through a Gin Craze ~1730-1750, workers consuming too much spirits, and then around 1801 they started to ship illegally opioids into China because their trade wasn't doing well, resulting in workers consuming too much opioids and causing wars...

[werewolfetone]

This too is William of Orange's fault

[forgottenbones]

The London Gin Craze and Beyond

[normalbrothers]

reading those tom o' bedlam poems also

[nightdivinity]

Drink Responsibly! Prologue

ABO!Vampire!Batfam x reader

Minors! Do! Not! Engage! +18 only.

Platonic! Alfred, Bruce x reader, Possessive! Batboys x reader

Warnings: Alcohol, bad choices, stupid choices, possessive behavior, a/b/o fic, there is slight blood and gore, it's a vampire au, age gaps, because they're all significantly older, it's going to get suggestive from here on out, reverse harem, slight proofreading

Writer's Note: I want to thank @sophiethewitch1 for inspiring me and talking me through posting my writing. I hope it doesn't let you down! This is also my first time posting my writing on Tumblr, please be gentle. English is not my first language. Also, this is a why choose fic. So, it's Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian x reader. Maybe even Duke. I think four is a lot. Got to draw the line somewhere. Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow.

It was midnight when you finally stumbled out of the latest club. Your heels were long gone, as you had taken them off the first time they got stuck in a grate. You’re pretty sure you handed them to a nice girl in the bathroom while her friend held your hair as you threw up copious amounts of alcohol and bar food. She had been super nice, you liked the way her short black hair was spiked, and her blonde friend’s eyeliner was superb. Anyways, now you are shoeless and desperately looking for the next bar on your crawl.

Gin’s. Ooh, that’ll do. You reach out and grab your friend’s bicep, point at the neon sign, and do vague gestures. Of course, your friend is not as well off as you are, so it takes a while to get your point across. Only they start crying again over their bullshit bar fling, and the fact you have no shoes.

It didn’t matter, none of it truly mattered. Not a single thing. This was your one night off after weeks of back-to-back grueling shifts at a job that doesn’t care whether you live or die. Yesterday you even took a quick unintentional power nap on the toilet. All of this resulted in you being slightly crazed and a little deranged as your night progressed.

But hey, Gotham just brings that out in people. In your job's defense, no one could take any more sick or inclement weather days thanks to all the random villain attacks next to or at your office. You blame the monthly rut.

At least you didn’t get stuck on the subway taped to a bench by the Riddler this week as he awkwardly rifled through a notebook of pickup lines. Life was certainly looking up.

See, unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the propaganda you consumed, you were born an Omega. Which had never truly been an issue. Except for the fact that thanks to a few foul choices from the government, it was getting harder and harder to get access to affordable pheromone blockers. You wouldn’t have even chanced this outing if you hadn’t found that one pill that rolled a little under your cabinet. Hey, you were desperate for a night out.

“I’m going there”, you slur.

Yes, this was asinine, but you still managed to wheel yourself and your friend to Gin’s. You hardly noticed the dark shadows following you as your friends from the bathroom quietly herded you. As you and your friend jaywalked across the street, you didn’t notice the red-headed woman standing in the middle of the road, blocking traffic from actually hitting you. It also barely registered when the nice boy with flashing gold eyes took your hand and led you past the line and directly to the front. This. Was. Your. Night. Out.

“Hey man, she can’t come in here with no shoes”, the bouncer at the door complains.

He was going to say more until he looked at the man holding your hand so nicely. You could hear the slight choking noise, and in your drunken stupor, you stumbled a little into your guide.

“He’s going to shit himself”, you stage-whisper. Or what you think was whispering. You were screaming over the pounding bass spilling out of the door.

                “Shhh, Jackson, she’s with me”, your guide replies.

                “She can come in, her friend can’t. Sorry Duke, they’re way too fucked up”, the bouncer swears.

                You gasp and let go of Duke’s hand, instead reaching for your friend and pulling them tight into your embrace. While smashing their face into your chest. Even though you were the most drunk you’ve ever been, you didn’t miss the spike in pissed-off Alpha vibes that happened around you. Still, you smacked a hand against your friend’s ear in an effort to protect them from what was said. Then you got sidetracked by their hair. It reminded you that you wanted a pet. Although with your work and class schedule, it would probably die in a week. Three days tops. At least you had your emotional support friend.

                “I can’t leave them alone”, you say.

                “Hun, how about I call them an Uber, they look like they’re ready to pass out. They definitely can’t handle it anymore”, Duke replies.

                He gestures towards your friend, and you notice how they’re slowly swaying on their feet. Eyes half closed. Shit. It would be shitty if you left them passed out somewhere in the bar as you danced and drank. They were already on their fourth wind and fading fast.

                “Look, you see this nice car”, Duke continues.

                He turns you three, and suddenly you notice the nice black town car next to the road. You vaguely register the fact that it’s one of those high-roller cars. Ones that only the richest in Gotham could afford.

                “See, this is Killian, he works for Wayne Enterprises. He’ll make sure your friend makes it home. I’ll even have him text you when they get there. Won’t that be nice? You don’t have to worry at all (y/n).”, he tells you.

                You nod, and it all makes sense somehow in your drunken brain. He knows your name, so obviously you know him. He also knows your friend, since he rattles off their address and gently pries them from your clutches before handing them off to Killian.

You pay no mind to the mention of a name that would have sent shivers down your spine normally. Wayne. Mysterious and dangerous to all who get involved.

                “I need them back, don’t sell their organs”, you warn.

                Then he gives you a tight brisk smile as he turns away from you. A persistent thought is starting to nag its way through the cotton in your head. The slightest unsettling feeling. Maybe there was something wrong with that blocker pill you found on the floor of your kitchen. You were certainly feeling as though there were a lot of pissed-off Alphas near you. The undercurrent of anger was a tang you couldn’t escape. More and more you felt the need to run somewhere dark and quiet to hide.

                You ignore the persistent tugging by Duke as you watch your friend get loaded into the car and driven away. Well. That ends that.

                The next time Duke tugs on your hand, it causes you to slightly stagger. He easily catches you and spins you around and through the door before you can protest.

                “Can I have a Rum and Coke?”, you shout over the music.

                “Yeah totally”, Duke shouts back.

                It’s only until you are tugged past the bar that you realize that everything is not all sunshine and daisies. No. No. This is wrong. You want to go back.

                You put your heels in. Duke was not ready for resistance as your hand slid out of his grasp on the way to the V.I.P. section. He turns around to get a better hold of you, only to watch you slip into the crowd and get lost in the sea of swaying bodies. Fuck. He was told to bring you to them. You still had to be here, there’s no way you could have bumbled off far. Shit. One job.

                Duke ran a palm over his face as he scanned the crowd. There’s no doubt in his mind. Bruce was going to be pissed. He wasn’t supposed to know about your little excursion out. Everyone had agreed, they would watch over you as the day turned. You still weren’t used to Gotham; you didn’t know the sort of creatures that came out during the night. While the rest of the world was happy and filled with normal and meta shifters, Gotham was overflowing with the less-than-stable. All more than happy to take a bite out of the innocent. The only thing that kept it in check was the unspoken King and his disgraced hellions.

If you had been sober, you would have noticed the people slowly disappearing from the crowd. You would have noticed that tonight was absolutely not a good night to be out. One by one, shrieks of fear and pain were mistaken for fun. Jostling in the crowd was hardly registered as the violence spread. The whole night, you were in a sea of sharks feeding. Now you had finally ditched what you didn’t know was your only protection.

                 Not to worry, fear splashes hot and cold against your nerves as sharp claws grip your arm, your back slamming into the bar as a distended jaw hisses open in front of you.

                Yeah. Maybe you should have been drinking responsibly.

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

Do you happen to have any ZibWick headcannons?

Only a few! So strap in, and let's get cracking! Some are fluff, and some are suggestive ;) not much, but here's a bit of content!

ZibWick Headcanons:

OOOOOOOOOO boy. All I gotta say is opposites attract in the best way possible.

Oftentimes Wick invites Zib over to drink some fine scotch or gin, and said times end up with both of them tangled in each other in bed. Definitely not a regret, but certainly a surprise once the hangover kicks in.

On those nights where Zib stays the night, he and Wick would just cuddle up to each other in bed, and Wick enjoys hearing Zib sing for him.

Wick is a bit insecure about their relationship, but moreso if Zib would get hurt. While there was the "Pansy Craze" in the Roaring Twenties and plenty of people from the LGBTQ community, he was still unsure if the world around him would accept the fact that he and Wick are in a same-sex relationship with each other.

Bisexual Wick and Bisexual Zib! Both of them being a bi power couple because yes <3

Wick's fur is soft. REALLY soft. He's Zib's pillow sometimes.

Zib will get to "serenade [him] personally" from time to time, too~!

HHHHHHHHH i really had to step back and think about them. I love them though, and honestly? Def new fav ship.

[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.

[gsstories]

Poison Maple

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In a swamp, there was a Rosy Maple Moth creature sitting and leaning on a brick wall, talking to something or someone. The moth had blue skin with purple splotches around her face, a bit of green on the tips of her fingers and ears, a fluffy collar that was yellow and pink, light pink hair that reached her mid back with matching wings and a fluffy tail as well. She wore a red crop top with a brown corset with the sides having some holes in them, her pants being dark brown and her thigh high boots being black. Her eyes were blood red, the irises a white color and her antennas red and transparent.

"People keep asking 'Oh, but why ingest poison? It's sooooo bad for you, it could kill you!' I know that, you think I just started eating poison right off the bat? No! I took it little by little! It tasted so good but eating more than I could handle hurt my stomach, it was sooooo annoying!" The Rosy Maple Moth complained to the creature behind the wall, who was watching through the hole.

"That truly sounds frustrating... What did you do with those who asked, hmm?" The voice behind the wall asked.

"I ate them! I didn't want to hear their voices anymore, so annoying! They didn't even taste that good! No poison or venom, nothing!" The bloody moth huffed as she crossed her arms, her fur getting ruffled in her annoyance.

"Do tell, just HOW did you become so obsessed with poison?" The voice, who belonged to a spider creature, asked.

"It started with a mushroom... A simple, inconspicuous mushroom. I ate it. I got high, like, sooooo high! And when I woke up, I felt pretty crappy. But the kick that mushroom had... it was exhilirating! I felt excited, so alive!" Gin, the moth, exclaimed as her wings flapped at the memory. "Back when I was a harmless moth, I was so shy... SO scared to take the risk of anything... But after that mushroom, I saw there was so much to the world, so many things that could make me feel alive, I had to find more!"

"Prefer the you that you are now I assume?" The spider chuckled.

"Of course I do. I am not afraid anymore! I am not a weak moth anymore! Others fear ME now!" The moth said, her eyes widening as her mouth turned into a wide, sharp smile, drooling a bit as she looked crazed.

"Ahhh, bringing others fear really is the best feeling~" The spider, Eclipse, said, grinning behind the wall.

"Truly... I'm getting hungry." Gin said as her fur got ruffled up.

"Do bring something for me for when you hunt, sugarfly..." Eclipse said.

"Of course!" The moth said as she stood up before flying off to hunt.

The spider smiled behind his prison. How fun to have a fellow maniac like himself around...

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I wanted to make it longer but this all I could come up with!

Swamp Things AU belongs to @missterious-figure! I tried my best to write Eclipse as accurate as possible, I apologize if it ain't!

Gin the Bloody Rosy Maple Moth be mine!

[missterious-figure]

"...Gin, what the hell?" Daniel said as he looked at the crazed moth. "Tis a spider!" Gin exclaimed with a wide grin. "Just peachy... Why is he behind a wall?" Daniel asked. "It's his prison. He killed a bunch of people." Gin said, still smiling. "...You've gotta be kidding me." --Gin the BRMM and Daniel the SFM

"Aw~ don't worry. I probably won't hurt you."

[geekedoutbunny]

BLEACH / TYBW

MASTER LIST | NSFW CONTENT

SOUL REAPERS

ICHIGO

HITSUGAYA

BYAKUYA

SOIFON

KAIEN

RENJI

RUKIA

MOMO

KENPACHI

MAYURI

Mayuri x Reader Oneshot Fluff - Firey Romance

Husband! Mayuri x Spouse! Reader Imagine - A shocking revelation

Aizen\ Mayuri\ Nodt\ Szayel Headcanon - Fun sized Love

Aizen\ Szayel\ Mayuri Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime.

UKITAKE

KYORAKU

IKKAKU

YUMICHIKA

ESPADAS/ARRANCARS/TRAITORS

AIZEN

Aizen x Reader Fluff Headcanon Love At Last

Aizen x Reader head canon fluff - What Could've Been

Aizen x Reader Oneshot Fluff - Love in Munken

Aizen x Fem Reader Imagine - Intertwined Love

Captian! Aizen x Lieutenant! Reader Headcanon - Truths be told, I love you

Captain! Aizen x Lieutenant! Reader Headcanon -Truth be Told (Sagittarius edition)

Aizen x Reader Headcanon -In a World Where You're Mine.

Aizen\ Mayuri\ Nodt\ Szayel Headcanon - Fun sized Love

Aizen\ Szayel\ Mayuri Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime.

GIN

Nodt\Gin\Adult!Uryu Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime Pt2.

TOZEN

HALIBEL

ULQUIORRA

Nnoitora\ Ulquiorra\ Grimmjow\ Nödt Headcanon - Shy Love

GRIMMJOW

Grimmjow x Reader Boyfriend Headcanon SFW

Nnoitora\ Ulquiorra\ Grimmjow\ Nödt Headcanon - Shy Love

STARRK

SZAYEL

Aizen\ Mayuri\ Nodt\ Szayel Headcanon - Fun sized Love

Aizen\ Szayel\ Mayuri Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime.

NNOITRA

Nnoitora\ Ulquiorra\ Grimmjow\ Nödt Headcanon - Shy Love

NEL

CIRUCCI

DORDONI

GANTENBAINNE

QUINCIES

URYU

Adult! Uyru x Reader headcanon - The littlest things

Adult! Uyru x Reader Headcanon - Orihime the Matchmaker.

Uryu x Reader Headcanon - I'm in love with my bestfriend

Nodt\Gin\Adult!Uryu Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime Pt2.

YHWACH

BAZZ - B

JUGRAM

NODT

Aizen\ Mayuri\ Nodt\ Szayel Headcanon - Fun sized Love

Nnoitora\ Ulquiorra\ Grimmjow\ Nödt Headcanon - Shy Love

Nodt\Gin\Adult!Uryu Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime Pt2.

ASKIN

Game night with Gerard and Askin headcanon Fluff

Gerard and Askin Oneshot Fluff - Flower crown love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot fluff - Wake Up Please

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Yandere Headcanons

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin - Stargazing

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot - Flowery Romance

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcaonons - May Death Do Us Part

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - Pet Mania

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanon - Alien Encounter

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - The Witches Den

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin imagine - Can You Survive the Night?

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge Headcanon - You're Worthy of Love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge headcanon - My Vampiric Lover

Gerard\ Askin\ Orihime\ Quilge Headcanon - Crazed Love

Quilge\ Askin\ Cang Oneshot My Heart Only Belongs to You, Jealous Boy

Gerard\Orihime\Askin\Quilge Headcanon - Jealousy Isn't Nice on You.

GREMMY

RYUKEN

GERARD

Game night with Gerard and Askin headcanon Fluf

Gerard and Askin Oneshot Fluff - Flower crown love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot fluff - Wake Up Please

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Yandere Headcanons

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin - Stargazing

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot - Flowery Romance

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcaonons - May Death Do Us Part

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - Pet Mania

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanon - Alien Encounter

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - The Witches Den

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin imagine - Can You Survive the Night?

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge Headcanon - You're Worthy of Love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge headcanon - My Vampiric Lover

Gerard\ Askin\ Orihime\ Quilge Headcanon - Crazed Love

Gerard\Orihime\Askin\Quilge Headcanon - Jealousy Isn't Nice on You.

Quilge

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge Headcanon - You're Worthy of Love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge headcanon - My Vampiric Lover

Gerard\ Askin\ Orihime\ Quilge Headcanon - Crazed Love

Quilge\ Askin\ Cang Oneshot My Heart Only Belongs to You, Jealous Boy

Gerard\Orihime\Askin\Quilge Headcanon - Jealousy Isn't Nice on You.

CANG DU

Quilge\ Askin\ Cang Oneshot My Heart Only Belongs to You, Jealous Boy

VIZARDS

SHINJI

ROJURO

HIYORI

MASHIRO

KENSEI

HUMANS / SPIRITS

ORIHIME

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot fluff - Wake Up Please

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Yandere Headcanons

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin - Stargazing

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Oneshot - Flowery Romance

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcaonons - May Death Do Us Part

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - Pet Mania

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanon - Alien Encounter

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin Headcanons - The Witches Den

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin imagine - Can You Survive the Night?

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge Headcanon - You're Worthy of Love

Gerard\ Orihime\ Askin\ Quilge headcanon - My Vampiric Lover

Gerard\ Askin\ Orihime\ Quilge Headcanon - Crazed Love

Gerard\Orihime\Askin\Quilge Headcanon - Jealousy Isn't Nice on You.

CHAD

TSUBAKI

URAHARA

YORUICHI

TESSAI

GINJO

YUKIO

GANJU

KUKAKU

ISSHIN

MASAKI

MASTER LIST | NSFW CONTENT

[nem0c]

cost of living crisis is a shit boring crisis we should have another gin craze

[lilac-5ky]

So, I decided to jump on the AI anime craze and for some reason I decided to make the Gintama characters (yes, Shinsuke and co) more anime because why not. The results were… interesting and I wanted to share them with the world. Using only official images because I don’t want artists to hunt me down like an angry mob.

Exhibit A: For some reason Gin is now a girl from a frozen land while Shinsuke is the kind prince carrying her around. Confirmation that Takagin is real?

Exhibit B: The winter theme continues with Tatsuma/Shinsuke and Gintoki/Katsura fusing into wolf Christmas girls. Confirmation that Joui 4 are furies?

Exhibit C: Ignoring the flower girl that appeared out of thin air, I feel like this turned pretty good! They both look amazing in this style!

Exhibit D: I love how the AI replaced his headband with a ponytail. The look he has is more snobbish but it’s still feels like Shinsuke!

Exhibit E: I really love this one but Bansai was hard robbed 😂 Shinsuke stole his headphones and his glasses evaporated. They have this sort of aristocracy vibe and Matako is adorable, looks like their daughter or something. (Ban taka also confirmed?)

Exhibit F: For some reason the AI really loves the winter genderbent vibe. They all look so cute though!

Exhibit G: I like how his chest was censored into more clothing 😂 Undress the anime character? More like dress them 😂 I really like how Shinsuke looks like royalty in most of those though, the vibe suits him.

Exhibit H: *COUGH COUGH* THIS PIC WAS FOR SCIENTIFIC PURPOSES AND I USED IT WITH GREAT RESPECT (looks good but can’t beat Shinsuke’s OG drip 💧)

Exhibit I: More chest censoring 😂 But I feel like the hair here is closest? And the flowers are a solid butterfly replacement, can’t even be mad.

Exhibit J: Finally, we have some otome style Prince Shinsuke. Cute , but once again, can’t beat the og.

Disclaimer: I wanted to do more pictures but the AI didn’t register them all .-. I might try again sometime because this was very funny and got me laughing a lot.

[werewolfetone]

Reading about the wars of the roses so I can read about the tudors so I can read about the stuarts so I can read about the english civil war so I can read about the glorious revolution so I can read about eighteenth century conflicts between britain and france so I can read about the gin craze so I can read about illegal gin makers so I can read about the peep of day boys so I can read about the boyne society so I can read about the battle of the diamond so I can post about the top ten most ironic deaths that would have been funniest for diamond dan winter to suffer on tumblr.com

[monniearc]

"Persecuted and tortured as I am and have been, can death be any evil to me?" - Victor (Frankenstein by Mary Shelley)

Found Drowned by George Frederic Watts, c. 1850.

The Gin-Crazed Girl Commits Suicide by George Cruikshank, 1848.

Suicide by Célestin François Nanteuil, c 1830s

The Suicide (Le Suicide) by Albert Besnard, c. 1886

Sapho à Leucate by Antoine Jean Gros, 1801

Death of Ophelia by Eugène Delacroixt, 1843

The Suicide by Otto Dix, 1922

[thegoddesswater]

hey this is chance and here’s week 4’s prompt. how do strangers within the world view your protagonists? how would they describe them? and how does this contrast against how the protagonist views themself?

Hey Chance! I've had this ask sitting in my drafts for ages with a half-formed answer using Adair and Zaria, but I've had trouble articulating it, so for the sake of getting it off my to-do list, I've decided to use Jance instead. Even though I would not call him a protagonist in ML.

Jance is something of a public figure and local celebrity, due to him being the front man of up-and-coming punk rock band Gin Run.

Folks absolutely expect Jance to behave like some prototypical rockstar: foul-mouthed, sex-crazed, anti-authoritarian, arrogant with a massive ego, and hooked on drugs and/or alcohol. They'll point to the name of his band and the titles of Gin Run's discography (usually drinking references) as pearl-clutching proof that he's trying to corrupt The Youth of today.

There are people who don't know him at all who would love to see Jance taken down a peg on sheer principle.

Jance usually thinks his reputation is hilarious. Scatterbrained, asexual, and more likely to drop an 'aw drat' than an 'oh fuck', he can't help but marvel at the conclusions that people jump to purely because of his occupation. He considers himself a realist and thinks compassion is one of his strengths. He sees the problems in the world and is determined to point them out. Is he perfect? Certainly not, but he's not living the oddly specific high life that his detractors think he is either.

Word count challenge: 125 words for Run, Runaway Challenge words to date: 1,026

[justsomeguycore]

i wish i were in london during the gin craze. i would also refer to it as Jenever and strongly prefer it to french brandy. i wish i was british :(