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dungeonclown · 16 days

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“i cant believe the character i imprinted on and extrapolated/projected over the course of months without any other content supporting my theories and inferences turned out to not be that way. and that is because -squints eyes- they were written incorrectly by the person that created them and is telling the story”

#this could be about anything idk #sips my drink

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witchcraftandburialdirt · 8 months

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🎵 🎶 🎼 for birb..........

✧ ── 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐞

🎵 : SONG FOR HARUKO KILL THE POWER - SKINDRED

This is a resident evil attack Zombie take over, boy watch your back Infected disease, unprotected Soul catcher, listen, everybody dress black Goods vs evil, evil vs worse Words vs taliban, words vs curse Don't fuck with we, somebody wanna fuck with we A richy richy bombs gang No retreating, no surrender Mash the man with the heavyweight sound

🎶 : SONG FOR KAYN SYSTEM - CHESTER BENNINGHAM

You fell away, what more can I say? The feelings evolved, I won't let it out I can't replace your screaming face Feeling the sickness inside Why won't you die? Your blood in mine We'll be fine Then your body will be mine So many words can't describe my face This feelings evolved, so soon to break out I can't relate to a happy state Feeling the blood run inside

🎼 : SONG FOR BOTH HIGHER - SLEEP TOKEN

You say you won't begin again Capitulate and let me in 'Cause I am a fire and you are dry as bone You are taking your time You are killing me slow And I know we instigate go back and forth Lacerate 'Cause you can remember only When you're alone I am granting you more than The debt that I owe 'Cause I look for scarlet and You look for ultraviolet And we are exhausted by all this pretending We just can't resist the violence And you need a melody I only need the silence But each time we battle The blood and the fury takes Us a little higher

#music meme #deathfxnds #sips my drink #SO HOW ABOUT THAT WEATHER-

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shiilelagh · 9 months

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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈. sexual preferences.

BOLD — always applies. ITALICS — situational / sometimes / kind of. STRIKED OUT — never applies or uncomfortable with.

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 / 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒.

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒

#sips my drink #usft #02. ↣『 headcanons 』#01. ↣『 ooc 』

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whydoihavetoart · 7 months

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good soup

#you can't tell me that this man doesn't drink blood sloppy style #that's what he looks like after taking a sip from his caprisun (Tav)#art #tw blood #my art #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #fanart #baldurs gate fanart #digital art #artist #digital painting #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #astarion ancunin #blood

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lunaeclipsis · 1 year

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@mossgr0ve WHISPERED: “ i’ll always choose you. that’s the worst part of it all. i’d choose you over and over, even though i know you wouldn’t do the same. ” //oliver @ kuno

i can’t forget, i can’t forgive. / accepting.

✯ “ what? ”

✯ kuno’s voice holds none of that smug, jokey tone it normally did. it held confusion, a hurt confusion that kuno wasn’t aware he could hold.

✯ kuno ... is a bad person. no matter what he might do, or what people might say; he is a bad person. the blood on his hands is immense, the lies and betrayals he’s done are endless, stacked up like dominos constantly ready to fall over. kuno was bad. but sometimes, there would be someone who would make him feel .. not so bad. those people never stuck around long, often leaving. not oliver, though. he seemed ... to stick around. he wanted to stick around. and for the first time in a long, long time; kuno wanted to stay, also.

✯ so this felt confusing.

✯ “ ollie, that’s not true, ” maybe it was, once. maybe, if it meant survival, kuno would’ve thrown fire to the ground and not cared about who burned. so long as it wasn’t him. “ yknow i love ya, more than anything. i wouldn’t give ya up for the world, ” he reaches out to clasp one of oliver’s hands with his own. “ y’gotta trust me. ”

#sips my drink #⧾ ⊹ * ﹆╰ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ╯// ic + kuno .#⧾ ⊹ * ﹆╰ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ╯// kuno + oliver ; mossgr0ve .#⧾ ⊹ * ﹆╰ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ғᴏʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ' ᴅᴀʏs ╯// answered .

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crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington · 4 months

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wintersberg date night with @heraxic designs......... they r refueling my wintersberg phase 😭😭😭

i think ethan would be a very emotional drunk

#ethan winters #karl heisenberg #eveline re7 #rosemary winters #rose winters #resident evil #resident evil fanart #rebhfun #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #wintersberg #they r in my head #i cant stop #karl doesnt even get buzzed he chugs all the beer and then pees it all out immediately because hes so stupid #ethan sips on his wine and slowly gets more and more wine drunk #karl trying to be romantic and buys ethan a expensive wine brand with all the tax money he got when he was a lord #ethan never even drinks it because its so expensive hes scared to #wintersberg gettng drunk together but karl just gets really loud and annoying and ethan gets really sappy and emotional #and then they both pass out on the couch together and sleep like rocks #drunk wintersberg is such a funny concept now that i think about it #because they would both be fueling each other and they would have such a fun time but it would be SO LOUD

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hinamie · 12 days

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summer is coming so i'm giving them the beach day they deserve

#my art #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #kugisaki nobara #gojo satoru #nanami kento #fanart #jjk fanart #yuuji #megumi #nobara #gojo #nanami #the drinks r non alcoholic do not worry #and one of them Is megumi's however yuuji Will b taking a generous sip #do not talk 2 me about perspective i am trying my hardest man water is so hard.............#i omitted yuuji's scars and nanami nobara n gojo r . u kno. Here .#so this is probably set pre-shibuya but idc enough to figure out a timeline #megumi voice Whatever!!! i just want them 2 have fun on the beach :(#i want gojo to hurl them in2 the water i want nobara 2 play fetch w the dogs i want them to shake themselves off all over nanamis stuff :((#so glad my hyperfixation media is so lighthearted . so glad it doesnt hurt every time i think abt them . so glad this is canon actually.#gotta do everything myself in this household smh #sighs . we cope !#drawing this made me think back to an old fb zine piece i did where they were Also on a beach #n that piece took MONTHS n this took 2 days so thats a bit of growth there babey #anyway all that 2 say i am drained but i am victorious

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weaselmcdiesel · 3 months

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":33< kk look!! build-a-cholerbear!!!"

#my art #homestuck #karkat #nepeta #katnep #karnep #karkat vantas #nepeta leijon #au where alternia is cool and fashionable and kk leaves his house #i hope it reads that she's handing the drink to him. he's not sneaking a sip she's givin it to him #i also hope it looks like a mall it's meant to be a mall #your boy cannot draw lol #dailykatnep if you see this I started drawin this before I knew you were doin a countdown thing #hope I don’t steal your Thunder OTL

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susiephone · 10 months

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the thing is that i actually love academia and would happily be a student forever and pursue 10000 degrees if it didn't cost so much goddamn money

#i just started grad school and like. it's nervewracking sure.#there are parts of it i don't love.#but i feel like i really belong here. i like learning! i like reading!#i like sipping my silly little drink and listening to my silly little study playlist on my headphones while i read in the library!#i just don't like spending thousands of dollars!#college #mfa #grad school

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zagreus · 3 months

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the one thing they dont warn you about with polyamory is that if you get a snack EVERYONE wants a bite of whatever you're munching on

#yes misha i am calling you out btw <3 guy who ALWAYS wants a sip of whatever im drinking or a bite of my food

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caruliaa · 5 months

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angel on my shoulder, trying to get my attention and slowly growing smaller with a more squeaky voice as it speaks : please ! wouldnt it be so "based" and "slay pilled" if you let you weary body rest ? it is almost 2 am for goodness sake ! weren't you so tired earlier ? your body is precious ! it deserves rest ! please !

devil on my shoulder, pounding a celsius: you need to join a discord convo thats gonna keep you up for at least another hour with people in a differnt timezone for the fifth night in a row ruight fucking now

#YAYY but its okay bc i love discord convos so so much foreverr :> but i also love getting sleep . so goodnights yayy eepy #love u guyss be happy forever <3 #flappy rambles #also idk shit abt what a celsius is other thanits an energy drink and its like the cool new one #and will branner in max jagerman ghost makeup sipping a celsicius thru a straw image that i have saved on my phone #bc i love picso f the starkids being goofy. okay now gn

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ingravinoveritas · 5 months

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So, in honor of David hosting the BAFTAs this year, The Guardian is soliciting questions for him to answer, and I just needed to share a selection of them...

(Sharing this last one only because the secondhand embarrassment is so strong, and why would you even ask David this. Also agreeing with someone else who said this question is so clearly made for Michael Sheen...)

#david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #very very married #what even is happening here #also for the record i did not ask any of these #and this is not me endorsing people asking David these #but the sheer volume of questions related to Michael is quite something #there were more than this as well but these were the shippiest #well not counting the one that asked what Michael's favorite sandwich is #i'm just going to sit here and sip my drink and think un-Christian thoughts #so many possibilities #so little time #tell me again that they're not a couple #a friendship that's become something more #ineffable lovers #discourse

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cheebuss · 1 year

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I love Jotaro btw

#my art #Fanart #fandom character #Jotaro Kujo #jjba #Stardust Crusaders #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #// im not drawing that fucking jacket bro i tried drawing the collar 4 times and nearly cried #// the wafer sticks would've been a better solution to the anime smoking censorship tbh #// i wanna know what blue drink he was sipping when VS Daniel bc it couldn't have been alcoholic -- yummy!!! :DDDD lksdgkl

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lavenoon · 9 months

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Travel jitters meet meticulous autism planning and waiting mode 😔

@naffeclipse turns out i had some more time for art - once I'm back we'll see how well he fared all alone fghdjs

*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/ she) *og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

#post let luce #dcamv #bloodstain fool #menace4menace #my art #I STILL GOT AN HOUR TO GO BEFORE I LEAVE AAAAAAAAA #at least. at least this killed SOME time i am so so jittery #(said as I sip from my energy drink)#okay so maybe some of the jitters are my own fault but also ive been excited/ nervous since yesterday morning gfhdsj #soon!! soon ill gooo!!!#my teeny tiny car will be filled to the brim but its okay fghdjs #might reblog some more stuff or smth but radio silence probably #too jittery to do much more FHDJS

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perereiii · 3 months

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@charliewhaw

Something something something… We win! (Fanart for this fic ^^)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #(I’d say it counts)#(since it’s fanart for a fic)#this is my first time drawing vaggie with color. I think she turned out alright #uhh #hazbin art #hazbin fanart #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel vaggie #can you tell husk was a last minute addition? because he was a last minute addition #love him but deer lord he’s annoying to draw <3 which is why he just so happens to be reaching for another bottle right now #conveniently hiding behind angel #I’d like to imagine that vaggie was actually sipping whatever fruity drink husk gave her in a sippy cup. purely because #the image of an exterminator who happens to be the girlfriend of the PRINCESS OF HELL #drinking from a cute little cup is really funny #(ex exterminator. but still)

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rosenbergamot · 2 months

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Something about a bottle of vodka that (almost) jogs your memory

“Scar…” Grian’s exasperated voice rings through monopoly mountain. He quickly peeks down into the first level. His friend is holding the bottle of vodka he had managed to find ages ago. “Where on earth did you find this. How on earth did you find this. What even are you doing with this.”

None of his ‘questions’ are actually questions; his inflection does not go up, as Grian is not actually curious as to where he got the alcohol, rather he is tired of his shenanigans and trying desperately not to lose his mind. Scar kicks his feet and giggles, his hair leaking over and dangling in the air.

“Why, I got it from the village, of course! Before I burnt down that house— you remember the one, don’t you, Grian? It seems those pesky villagers knew how to distill alcohol. Have you ever seen that before, Grian? Distilling alcohol? In a village? It’s madness!”

Grian’s beady little eyes glare up at him from the ground floor. “Scar, I don’t think either of us have seen villagers before we got here. There’s not much we’ve seen.”

Of course they have. They’ve had to. It was only natural— he knows it in his heart. But they can’t remember this fact. When Scar tries to hold onto the memory, it floats away from him. Things he should know dissolve between his fingers. Things he shouldn’t know linger on the back of his neck.

He picks up his cane and walks downstairs. The slats of the window are tiny but if one squints and tilts their head in the right direction, then they can see the entire desert and forest sprawled out in front of them. The sands sometimes hold their footprints until the wind blows them away, covers the paths they’ve taken. They’re still working on building up a cactus wall as defense.

The sandstone awards them a bit of coolness in the day. At night it becomes unbearable, as they both flock upstairs to try and conserve as much heat as possible. There’s always a careful distance they keep from each other in the day, but during the night it becomes impossible to do so. When Grian grumbles and pushes his nest towards Scar’s sleeping bag, curls up right next to him and nudges at his arms until they open and he can be enveloped by him, that’s when Scar truly feels like he’s back to being a person again.

If they could mend the self inflicted rift that exists in the daytime… well, maybe Scar wouldn’t feel so prone to drinking. As it stands, though, Grian’s found his bottle of alcohol and he is not looking impressed.

“Say, have you ever had a drink before?” He asks as he peels the bottle out of Grian’s hand. He smells like the sun. He’s been out all day.

Grian scoffs, his pretty features twisting a bit as he obviously thinks about it. “Of course I have! I-- well, I haven’t had one here, but I can only imagine I have before. In another life.”

In another life. If only they got to have that. Another life seems like an intangible dream.

He hums thoughtfully. He’s only had a few drinks from this bottle. Just enough to stave off the gnawing anxiety and bloodlust that grows underneath his skin everyday.

He starts to toss the bottle from hand to hand, watching the way the liquid inside jostles. “The taste was at least a little bit familiar to me when I tried some. I’ve definitely had it before! No clue when. I wonder what I liked to drink before I got here? That guy… the other me. I wonder what he was like.”

He laughs but it doesn’t have much humour.

And Grian’s eyes look softer when he finally peels his stare away from the droplets racing down the bottle. “Yeah, it would seem that bits of our past bled through into this life. Like, I can’t resist pressing a button or flicking a lever no matter how dangerous it may be. Other me must’ve been a right moron, don’t know how I lived to be… here.” A hum. “And redstone makes me… sad. As if I’ve lost something close to me. Something really important." His face falls. “I don’t get it.”

Normally Grian only gets like this when the sun falls. Normally he’s guarded, witty, sharp; and Scar is much the same, each of them trying so desperately to preserve what little bits of dignity they have left here. Prideful people. Pride is such a sin, he can see it now.

He sits down, stares at the swirling shapes of the sandstone on the wall. “Sometimes I can feel my brain try to remember my memories. Things important to me. People important to me. But it’s like there’s a… a block.”

A strange warble comes from Grian. He makes those sounds sometimes-- bird sounds, that is, which makes a lot of sense given that he is a hybrid, but they only happen in specific circumstances. They’re different each time, from chirps to melodies to whistles to clicks. It happens when he’s bored, when he snuggles up next to Scar at night, when he accidentally hurts himself, when Pizza is being extra cute.

This sound is sad. It rings in his chest.

“I’ve tried to ignore it.” Is what he admits after a few minutes. “I, um… grabbing this gave me one of those feelings like you described. It was as if I’d done this before. Not just with anyone. With you...” His voice gets real quiet at the end.

Scar fights to keep his voice even as he responds. “Do… do you think we knew each other before?” Before we got thrown into hell.

For Scar, the answer to that question is obvious: yes. He felt it as soon as he saw all of them. He felt something deep in his chest when he saw Grian, flashes of memories trying to bubble up to the surface but unable to. When Bdubs first spoke to him, he felt an immediate instinct to comment on his height-- which would have been very rude of him! They’d just met, after all!

Except they hadn’t. They’d known each other before. An election. A moon. A home. What even is he trying to remember?

“I…” Another sound worms its way out of Grian. It’s more desperate, uncomfortable. He laughs it off awkwardly. “Can I try a sip of that alcohol? I think I suddenly need it.”

For the first time since they began talking, Scar really looks at Grian. His face is tight with stress, eyes shiny, nose flaring. His feathers are all fanned out, his ears twitching. In another life, Scar thinks maybe he also had wings. He can feel an absence on his back, like something has been missing all along, a vital piece of him.

Grian’s wings don’t work. None of the avians have actual working wings that can sustain them for a long period above the ground; they can all flutter, sure, but it’s as if their bodies aren’t made for it anymore despite them having these traits.

He tries to make his smile as gentle as possible as he passes him the bottle. “Of course, of course! Would be downright cruel of me to make you handle this while sober!” He aims for a humorous tone, but the situation is so fucked up and strange that it falls flat. His smile is pulling painfully at the edges.

Grian unscrews the bottle, smells it. He makes a face. He looks at him.

“I recommend not smelling it.”

He rolls his eyes, then takes a swig of it. The face immediately turns to disgust. He swallows it, gagging, coughing, pounding his fist onto the table. It looks just like he did when he tried for the first time. It makes him start to laugh.

“Scar!” He wails. “It tastes horrible!”

“It does.” He swipes it from Grian, steeling himself before taking a sip. He only flinches a little bit this time. He looks to see if it impressed Grian, but the avian is flapping his hands, eyes screwed shut. Dangit. “It’s not supposed to taste nice, Grian! Because then you would drink all of it and it would be horrible. It’s the alcohol’s defense mechanism, y’see? It makes itself so bitter when you first take a sip that you run away immediately! That way you don’t drink it all right up and end up gettin’ yourself killed! But it doesn’t work on me.”

For better or for worse.

Peeling his face off the table, Grian turns to glare at him. “Well, it could stand to taste a little less like… that. Maybe then it would hurt less people.”

“I guess.” He studies the way the bottle glints in the diminishing daylight. “So… are you gonna have anymore?”

“Are you kidding me?” He scoffs. “Of course I am. Pass it here.”

#yeah . heres a little drabble #desert duo #scarian #hermitshipping #its not like. apparent or anything but theyre always pining after each other in my brain #so yeah <3 peace and love #hermitfic #my fic #i shoulld start using that tag HEHE #rosie writing #theres talk ab drinking and they Do sip vodka so. be aware #should i post this on ao3??? idk if its like. worthi t? ??#lmk. peace and love. and plants #also i DONT know how the inside of monopoly mountain looks im just writing based off of vibes #trafficblr #trafficshipping #i literally forgot that this is technically not hermitcraft LMAO

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