#hellbrewed

[niwaart]

Hi:3

Can I have a succubus!reader?

You write great, I enjoy reading your posts>

Thank you so much🤍🤍 I hope you like this too!!

After a very long night of patrol, the Batfamily returns to the Cave, exhausted-only to find Y/N lounging on the couch, snacking on popcorn, looking... suspiciously attractive.

Dick (blinking): "Uh. Hey. Who are you?"

Y/N (grinning, eyes glowing faintly red): "Oh, just a friendly neighborhood succubus here to... recharge."

Jason (immediately backing up): "Nope. NOPE. We've dealt with demons before. Not doing this again."

How the Batfam Reacted:

1. Dick Grayson - Flirting is a Reflex

Dick (leaning in, smirking): "So, uh... how exactly does a succubus 'recharge'?"

Y/N (fluttering eyelashes): "Oh, you know. Life energy. Wanna help me out, handsome?"

Dick (grinning): "I mean, if it's for a good cause-"

Jason (yanking him back by the collar): "NO. BAD NIGHTWING."

2. Jason Todd - Tried to Be Tough (Failed Miserably)

Jason (crossing arms): "Listen, demon, I don't care what you are-"

Y/N (leaning in): "Ohhh, bad boys are my favorite."

Jason: "Nope. NOPE. Red Hood out." (immediately leaves through the window)

Y/N (yelling after him): "Aw, come back! I don't even bite!... Much."

3. Tim Drake - Too Sleepy to Care

Tim (half-asleep): "Mmm... demon? Cool. Can you make coffee?"

Y/N (snapping fingers): "Boom. Hellbrew-extra espresso, cursed beans."

Tim (taking a sip): "... This is the best coffee I've ever had."

Bruce (horrified): "Tim, no."

4. Damian Wayne - Tried to Fight Y/N (Y/N Adopted Him Instead)

Damian (drawing a sword): "Demon! Face justice!"

Y/N (pinching his cheek): "Aww, look at this tiny murder child! Who's my little demon slayer?"

Damian (flustered): "UNHAND ME, FIEND!"

Y/N: "Nope. You're my chaotic gremlin now."

5. Bruce Wayne - Done With Everything

Bruce (rubbing his temples): "How did you even get in here?"

Y/N (shrugging): "Demon magic. Also, your security kinda sucks."

Bruce: "Alfred, call Constantine."

Y/N (gasping): "Ooooh, Johnny boy? Tell him I said hi!"

In the end?

Dick is now scared of compliments.

Jason refuses to make eye contact.

Tim is addicted to demon coffee.

Damian is stuck with a succubus "big sister" who won't stop babying him.

Bruce is one step closer to retirement

[astramthetaprime]

Putting the 'Function' in Executive Functioning

Lots of stuff going on and ongoing.

Number One -- Google Tasks is the bomb. Seriously. I'm, like, getting shit done. I'm remembering to do things because my exobrain is remembering it for me. If I can get one thing done around the house each day, on consecutive days, for days at a time, dagnabbit I'm getting shit done. You put it on the Tasks app, it fragging puts it on your Calendar, I keep it open on the phone, it stays in the back of my mind because I see it multiple times in a day, and it gets done. Schedule dog walks, schedule washing dishes, schedule writing, schedule whatever, it's there, you see it, it gets done. Between Tasks, Keep, Gmail and Calendar, I've got the means to keep up with dang near anything. The danger is not overdoing it, because here be burnout yo.

Number Two -- I never got the hang of drinking coffee, y'know? I tried, when I was younger, but it always messed up my stomach and I wasn't thrilled with the taste. My thing was Diet Coke, which I love with the force of a thousand exploding suns. And, later, I developed a love of fine Chinese black teas. (I freely and cheerfully direct your attention to Upton Tea Imports for further information. I loves me some good Chinese Keemuns, that's fine drinking.)

However, in the last week I have discovered a coffee drink I can actually stomach. And it has been educational.

It goes like this: 1 tbsp instant espresso powder, 3 tbsp your choice of creamer powder, 1/4 cup or more chocolate syrup, 8 ounces boiling water. Mix well, with a milk frother mixer thing if you have one but spoon's fine. It's a sort of half-assed mocha thing. I call it 'hellbrew' or Liquid Mania depending on my mood. And speaking of mood ...

The first one I drank it kept me up to 3 AM despite the fact I drank it at least twelve hours earlier.

I've had several since then (I'm afraid to have more than 1 a day), and yesterday it cranked me up so high that I spent more than an hour unable to sit still and stimming like you would not believe. I don't stim physically. Usually. But yesterday dear gods I stimmed. I stimmed so freaking much and suddenly I understand the whole thing now and oh yeah my skin felt like it was vibrating. All over. MY ENTIRE BODY WAS VIBRATING.

I was working at the time. Like I said, educational.

Speaking of ...

Number Three -- I have finally finished training for my job so Monday morning I am turned loose on my own recognizance. It's been 5 weeks? Or six? Five, I think. Regardless, I am working full time and funds are available in abundant supply. Just in time to replace all 4 tires on my car. But still, there have been groceries bought and eaten, and I was able to replace my earbuds when the case on my old ones got messed up. And last night I signed up for health insurance for the new year. And I'll be able to start paying my mortgage again. The reduction of stress has been restful. I am on the verge of not just surviving, but thriving.

Number Four -- Pathfinder Progress. Two nights ago I wrote what is probably the exact midpoint of the book, my protagonist and antagonists finally met face to face. Still not able to speak to each other, but it's only a matter of time. The Taelai have survived the Surprise Asteroid and now outright treachery from some of their own people. They're halfway back to civilization, given their means of travel they've got at least a week to ten days til they reach a friendly port and another week to ten days after that to their throneworld system of Daitengu. There's a lot still left to do. But I am making progress. It's getting done.

And beyond Pathfinder, I now have a third story planned. Tentative title: Cinder. There is a preliminary outline, and because this is me and the theater of the mind has no budget, Imma imagine Tom Cruise starring in it.

Because he's pretty, that's why.

Number Five -- I briefly considered attending the Saga Writer's Conference which is scheduled for July 2024 as my birthday present for my 55th birthday, but honestly I don't think I can justify the expense. I estimate I'd be spending at least $1k if one includes lost wages, and I just can't afford that. I have no doubt it would be a great time and I'd learn a lot of stuff I desperately need to know, plus it's being held at ConGregate and that would be just gravy on the potato cake so to speak. But alas, no.

However! I have been looking in to what I could learn on Skillshare, and the answer is quite a lot. Copyediting, social media marketing, Wordpress skillz, creating author platforms, AI art generation (yeah I know, but professional artists don't work for free and you guys have noticed I'm starting from zero, right?). Also, fiction writing. There's also a lot just for free on YouTube and various podcasts such as the excellent Writing Excuses.

Speaking of ...

Number Six -- ChattaCon is coming up in January, and Imma determined to stalk Mary Robinette Kowal, pin her down and massage her brain.

Number Seven -- I'm actually participating in a local speculative fiction writer's group, a subsect of the Chattanooga Writer's Guild. Like, I went to a real-time, real-life meeting (usually it's over video). This was at a coffee shop but pre- Liquid Mania so there was not 'dance a jig in your chair' or vibrating eyeballs. Next time, I will know what to order to make the proceedings much more entertaining.

Number Eight -- Tom Cruise. Because he's pretty.

[akashxbedi]

Akash chuckled, swirling his glass as he watched Cian with an amused glint in his eyes. “You’re really setting the stage for my downfall, huh?” he mused, taking a slow sip of his drink. “I admire the effort. Almost makes me feel bad for how this is going to end.” He leaned back slightly, confidence unwavering. “But I have to say, I like this image you’re painting—me, staring down at some mysterious hellbrew, contemplating my life choices. Very dramatic. Almost poetic.” His smirk widened just a fraction. “Except for one little flaw.” He set his glass down deliberately. “I don’t lose easily.”

Akash wasn’t foolish enough to think he could outmatch Cian when it came to the art of drinking, but he wasn’t about to let that show. Half the battle was psychological, and he played long games. “As for those ‘creative interpretations of defeat’—we’ll see whose definition sticks.” Lifting his glass in a toast, he met Cian’s gaze. “To high stakes, questionable contracts, and the kind of regret that makes for a damn good story.”

Cian thought about how confident they seemed in their conversation. He remembered similar talks from his time abroad. "Am I getting ahead of myself? I've seen people talk big right before they lose spectacularly for years," he said, letting his natural ambition show. The whiskey was worth more than the bets, but some customs required sacrifice. "Do you know what's really neat about this chaos? The regulars always know when to play. It's like they plan their drama just to keep me amused. It made me smile to think about his collection of special punishment drinks. The terms we talk about won't protect you from what I have planned. And being a lawyer won't help you figure out what's in that bottle at all." He thought about the unique spirits he had found on his trips. Each one had a story to tell. "A lawyer who finds loopholes.  That's really cute. You won't believe what I wrote in the contract for this bet ... I dealt with people like you a lot in Dynasty Hills." The weight of competition, which was already there, felt good. "Your sure to feel regret? Who's making plans ahead of time? After taking your first sip of my special reserve, let's see how sure you are of yourself. He enjoyed another sip of whiskey and thought about how different this was from the way he usually interacted with most customers. "To creative interpretations of defeat ... and watching lawyers learn humility."

[strongwilledsoul]

@hellbrewed​

“Sometimes when I’m playing a game of Go, I get the overwhelming urge to eat the stones. The white ones look especially tasty.”

[lifesliced-a]

❝ huh?? ❞ co has a habit of blowing big smoke, leaning back in what appears to be the best form of contemplation he can muster. that sort of statement would never occur when smoking with the guys on his team. even black out drunk, it just wouldn’t happen. waits for vol’s coughing to lighten up before he digs a little deeper.  ❝ uhhh, i don’t know. i mean, you probably could? maybe. are you, uh, looking to find out? or has that just been, like, on your mind? either way that’s a pretty ... deep question. heh. ❞ /  ( ⤷ ) ◜ @hellbrewed​ from co in response to [ x ]

[taroris]

I 100% agree with this, because we, the south of Spain as a whole, suffer this in a big measure, but I think the peninsula always forgets the islands. I can't speak for the Baleares but I can speak for Canarias and just imagine the magnitude of the problem, that what is happening in the cost for Cádiz is happening in the entirety of Tenerife or Gran Canaria, for example (of course in the rest of the island happens the same problem too). Do you want to talk about La Graciosa for example? That tiny paradise that went I visited it 18 years ago as a kid there wes only a bunch of locals and now is a hellbrew of tourists?

Try find a normal rent nowadays in any of the islands and you can maybe find a barely decent apartment in the small towns up in the mountains, but cross your fingers, you have to be lucky for that too! We have around a 34% of poverty and we are the second place in Spain with higger risk of falling in poverty. And you ask why?

That's because of the tourist, they come here, think they are spending their huge, well-earned amounts of money, but only to hotels (where that money doesn't go to your favourite and charming waitress that is paid the bare minimum and have horrible shifts but to the rich owner that most often isn't even Spanish) and business of the English or Germans or any other bright once-tourist that thought our home was the perfect paradise to come, buy a house, get the spanish nationality (taking advantage of bullshit laws) for that and the send that money back to their homelands.

Where are we going to live if 90% of a building has been bought by foreigners or are vacational houses, so the rents go so high because the only ones that can pay for them are foreigners? How are we going to afford things if the tourists don't want to go outside their perfect all-included hotels and spend their money in local stores? How are we even respected as locals when you just see our lands as a place to go, trash around, consume, consume, consume and take and take and take?

Do you all see Spain as a country with it's own people to share and respect or just a big patch of land to ruin as much as you want because you can't do the same bullshit in your own countries? Are the islands the playground of Spain? Is the whole South even? Is Spain the playground of the big grown ass adults of Europe/America?

I'm sorry, everyone, my English isn't that much good, but I had to take this out of my heart, maybe someone else can express this in a better way

Sometimes I come across Tumblr blogs devoted to Spain but that won't talk about inside politics or history, just about the Mediterranean, the history of the state as a whole, and Spanish culture and food understood as Andalusian / Mediterranean.

I guess the bloggers - generally USAmericans -, even if they offer it as super informative and politically unbiased, want to write about the idea of Spain they have, not about Spain.

[envyire-a]

【 ⎯⎯⎯ ✞  ; @hellbrewed​. 】 ( suga )

   Things   had   been   going   smoothly   in   the   coming   weeks.   Things   had   gotten   quiet--   Issei   would   see   Florin   when   he   could,   but   there   would   always   be   a   small   sting   somewhere   in   the   depths   of   his   heart.   A   sting   that   could   be   SATIATED   every   once   in   a   while   after   a   good   fucking.   However   it   would   always   return   and   settle   in   like   it   had   never   left.

   Issei   would   argue   it   was   the   barista's   fault   for   giving   him   2   cups   of   the   usual   rather   than   just   the   one.   In   reality   he   could   have   told   her   it   was   just   him   that   afternoon   but   he   didn't.   Suppose   his   feet   were   walking   of   their   own   accord   as   he   trudged   up   the   staircase   of   Suga's   apartment   building.   His   fingers   lingered   on   the   door   buzzer--   he   wondered   if   it   was   too   late.

   The   door   buzzer   replied,   questioning   who   was   at   the   door.   He   hardly   had   a   reply   lined   up--   instead   a   simple   word   was   spoken,   ❛   Coffee.   ❜   Though   he   wasn't   entirely   sure   the   door   would   open   after   that.

[bclasaeg]

//  Those who were difficult were few and far in between. It was always Yuu who’d be the one to leave, be the one to be painful. Being called out like that last night was-- well... refreshing. Not to mention he was left by himself after being dragged away from his date! 

  A week later, he shot Julius a text, first-- apologetic then, an invitation to dinner as a way to truly cement his apology. Of course, the location was a famous hotel, famous for their exquisite cuisine.

   [ TXT ]: I’ll be waiting, no matter how long it takes

  He wrote and also planned on keeping his promise. The time he set was 6pm and yet there he was, planning on sitting here until he was kicked out. Even then, he would wait outside the building just in case his guest showed up.

@hellbrewed​ | ‘ yuu is sowwy ’

[mugunghwc]

unprompted ask / always accepting!

@hellbrewed​ said: cherry is stood on his tip toes in front of han - there was a small piece of hair sticking up, so he wanted to fix it. only, he didn't move after he did. instead, his eyes slowly wandered down the mafioso's face and he begins to smile a little, the hand used to fix their hair now lowering to gently cup han's cheek. voice like honey as he speaks; "you look nice."

     eyes were fixed on the mirror to take in his image. a very vain person, he acknowledged, always striving for perfection in every form. whether that was with his body, sculptured like the depiction of adonis, or his clothes, reflecting on the status that he had earned for himself, han was very attentive of those & more. he liked to look good to feel good; give the impression of a man that had everything under his control, until the other brought him out from his trance. the close distance between the two, taken him aback at first with how shy the other was, yet doing something as bold as to get in his way to fix his hair. had been anyone other than the guy that had done his hair last time, han might’ve said something.

     however, as the other fixes it, han’s eyes focus on his face & the way that his lips start to form a smile upon making eye contact. this time, it was the mafioso the one to appear serious, allowing the same hand that had fixed his hair, to now rest upon his cheek. what exactly had sparkled this, he wasn’t sure, but it would be a lie to say he wasn’t curious, to say the least.

   “—i suppose i have you to thank for.”

[ardenssolis]

@hellbrewed​ said (inbox):

suga was tired, eyes could barely be kept open but the feline seemed determined to knead at ozy's chest with tiny paws. making metaphorical biscuits out of the material in which blanket was made from. he kneads and kneads until finally content, purring softly whilst small little head is lowered to lay right against the pharaoh's chin. seems ozy would have to deal with him breathing on him tonight.

     OZYMANDIAS ALMOST LAUGHED SOFTLY when Suga crawled onto him, tiny paws making their way across his chest until the feline was comfortable enough to use him as a metaphorical pillow, those same paws just as gently kneading. He never really understood why cats enjoyed doing this, but needless to say, he was not displeased with it. The soft purrs that bubbled within Suga's throat was forever soothing to him as was that tiny warmth pressed against him. ❝Not even a hello? You really are tired tonight.❞ His words were whispered, soft and gentle so not to disturb his current bedmate as he lifted his hand to carefully card fingers through midnight fur. There was always something comforting about sleeping with another, and in the loneliness of this vast bedroom, he was reminded of this fact.

     This was...nice.

     It made him wonder if Suga ever felt the same when he came to visit on nights such as these. Would he ask? No, never. There was hardly a need to do so to begin with when the other’s continued visits should be answer enough. ❝Mm, rest well, Suga.❞ Considering how quickly they seemed to drift off, they truly needed it. A few caresses here and there were given to silken fur before Ozymandias too began to drift as well. He hoped that the other had pleasant dreams in his stead, and that they awoke refreshed as if they had dozed for days rather than mere hours.

[peacharchivedtm]

“ i’m not interested, ” he says when seat is taken next to him, glass of whiskey in his hand. long fingers circling the rim as he sees his own reflection in the alcohol. he really should stop drinking so much -- but the idea of nijimura moving on without him hurts and the whiskey burns and makes him feel only a little bit better about his life. a basketball star -- and still not good enough to fully beat his own little brother. he wonders what the pap would think if they saw him like this. hair covers one eye and when the other person doesn’t move, head tilts to look at them , brow raising , “ well - what is it then ? ” / @hellbrewed​

[oncstepagain]

@hellbrewed​

“Wah -- I’m sorry!!”

She must have stared too much at the displays at hand. She had never seen so many beautiful flowers in one place. She had only meant to window shop, but now she brought out a woman on accident. 

[rcpacity]

ask away ⁞ @hellbrewed​​​​ ⁞ always open !

"question.. how is that ass so FAT?" cue a slap of the hand to louis' ass from vol. :)

             ❛    as fat as yer dick is nice n’ cute.    ❜   slap it again baby  ,  he likes it. ;)

[zagubionywilk]

               >> ⚔️ <<          HER EXPRESSION DIDN’T SHOW    disgust any,   leading the wolf to believe that she didn’t mind what he gave her.        ❝        looks to me you don’t mind the wine.  both the est est    AND    the white wolf.      ❞            

@hellbrewed​ ​  liked for a starter   (   for fre    )    !!

[lunafaeris-archive]

"I feel like a part of me is missing, but I'm not sure when that feeling began. my soul, I think, was that part. though it's not mine anymore, is it?" have a seijun thinking out loud!

          “ Not necessarily. You sold the rights to your image to agents and producers when you chose the path to stardom. Your soul, on the other hand, is nowhere near missing. You just haven’t reached your full potential which makes you feel listless... empty. ” Parting her hand through a veil of mist and shadow, her voice seemed to transcend even the darkest void, golden eyes reflecting faint shimmers of light before she stepped into view. What a poor, lost soul, wondering where was their lot in this life or if there was anything that they could do to change it. She could think of a few ways... provided that they were willing to listen and open themselves up to the realm of possibility.

          “ You can take back your image, take back the reigns to your career along with everything that’s owed to you, and more. I already have the dirty little details on most of the people in the business. Let’s just say that they would never have reached the top of the charts if it wasn’t for someone like me. ”

@hellbrewed

[envyire-a]

【 ⎯⎯⎯ ✞  ; @hellbrewed​. 】 ( florin. ) plotted.

   Knuckles   drag   against   a   solid   metal   frame,   quickly   retreating   back   to   his   mouth   for   warmth--   early   winter   nipping   at   his   bones.   Issei   was   met   openly--   each   time   getting   more   familiar   with   Florin's   apartment.   He   stepped   in,   peeling   off   his   coat,   ❝   Well   I   did   it   and   he's   not   taking   it   well.   ❞   

   The   sigh   that   followed   was   almost   a   relief.   Stealing   the   moment   for   what   it   was   to   visit   Florin   again.   ❝   Do   you   care   if   I   spend   tonight   with   you   ?   My   place   might   be   problematic   for   a   time.   ❞   A   aggravated   brow   raises   just   thinking   about   what   sort   of   mess   awaited   him   when   he   got   back.