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A drunken man in top hat and tails clings to a lamp-post, London, 1934.
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espritmetropol · 2 years
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Dead or Alive
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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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…
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gophergal · 10 months
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If you're still doing art requests id love to see some Erron x Kabal or Raiden x Bo' Rai Cho (or any of those four individually if you dont feel like drawin ship art)! :3
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I've never considered this ship but gotta say! I like it!
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lilbitofmac · 1 year
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Happy New Year, everyone!! 💋🎉
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captain-flint · 2 years
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i’m rewatching ep 10 and suffering instant brain damage bc i took a second to really look around the captain’s cabin after ed came back from the privateering academy without stede and it is a heartbreaking FEAST (honestly the continuity in this show.. chef’s kiss)
the scene is fairly dark but most things lying around the room seem recognizable, like stede’s blue jacket that he was arrested in that is now a pile of blue silk on the floor next to a chaise longue (something stede would probably have nightmares about) and stede’s yellow robe (i think!) draped over the couch that also has a bed pillow on it which could mean ed slept on it, curled up and wearing the robe or more likely covered with it (same as in the bathtub scene). moving on, because i can’t linger on that thought or i’ll disintegrate into tears, ed obviously brought his old leather outfit back from the academy and you can see parts of it discarded on the floor/tiny chair as if he either dumped it out of the bag, or more likely tried to put it back on and then decided against it seeing as it didn’t fit him anymore, littering the clothes around as he took them off again
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a real kicker, though, is the bed and the garment on it. it’s bright blue silk mixed in with the sheets that are rumpled as if the bed had been slept in, pillows arranged in a way as if someone was hugging them. we know from ep9 that the entire room was clean and tidy before they left (meaning the bed was too), so unless izzy had been sleeping in it (very unlikely), that mess has to be ed’s. it’s literal confirmation that he slept in stede’s bed crying into the many pillows on it and hugging silky covers/clothes and i for one am losing my mind about it
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once ed goes on a cleaning spree you can see the bed is neatly made with blue silk folded on top (and his leather jacket has upgraded from floor to chair)
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(and it’s so tidy like he really enjoys folding stuff and i find that breathtakingly endearing)
anyway, back to my previous point about ed ditching his old leather, his grey pants and white shirt that he got from the academy (continuity!) are thrown over the ottoman next to what appears to be his purple shirt and the discarded leather and black shirt (on the floor). those are the only clothes that we know he owns and both options were clearly a no before he decided on some random 18th century version of sweatpants (that i still wonder who the owner of is because it’s clearly not stede) and stede’s red flower banyan
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and lastly (as presented in the 2 pictures above) there is an ungodly amount of discarded marmalade jars all around the room. or what i assume are jars but some could also be big white candles, but let’s go with all of them being marmalade jars because we know stede had unlimited amounts of it and it was one of the first things he’d shared with ed so of course ed would fixate on it to soothe his broken heart, it’s quite literally the sweetest memory of stede and my man was drowning in it
IN CONCLUSION, i’m feeling deranged about all of it. thank you for listening!
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hrokkall · 1 year
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TEAR ME APART!!! TEAR ME APART SO I FEEL WHOLE!!!!!
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acewithapencil · 9 months
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Dreamers and dragons, dragons and dreamers
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rowiewritesstuff · 1 year
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Hello! I saw you were taking requests and I was wondering if you could write a fic or a small prompt in T.F.P. where the human!reader is new to the team and is very outgoing and flirty but shy around her curhses and she becomes friends with her teammates as an agent herself? Maybe O.P. becomes smitten after a while with her? Hmmm? And everyone just notices and teases them about being a couple when they aren't, but they're both in denial and drunk shenanigans ensue with the reader being drunk and flirty towards him and teasing him? ^^ You can always add anything new of course! I got this idea when reading fluff and the song "Moves Like Jagger" kind of reminded me of the potential dynamic? Especially, the- "Take me by the tongue And I'll know you Kiss til you're drunk And I'll show you"
TFP Optimus Prime X Flirty! Reader
Mentions of Drinking Alcohol! 
Hope this is okay lol
Fowler had brought you into the fold simply out of desperation- the poor man just wanted to take a vacation and all of the paperwork prevented him from doing so. He knew that while you weren’t always professional, you were the best damn agent they had.
When you were introduced to the bots, the first thing you said to Optimus was “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” while winking.
Agent Fowler immediately face palmed. 
You became quick friends with pretty much all of the bots. Arcee because of your war stories, Bulkhead because you always had time for his ‘stupid’ questions, Ratchet because of your aptitude for Cybertronian medicine, and Bumblebee because you were just generally friendly. Optimus was hard to make friends with at first because of his reserved personality, but you both discovered your shared love for reading.  
You and Optimus often read books at the same time and talked about them- like a book club, but just for the two of you. For someone who takes almost nothing seriously, you are very intelligent. He sees why you are one of the best agents.
While they all became friends quickly, that didn’t mean they supported your flirting. You would often flirt to ease an awkward silence, or lighten the dark mood that so often sets on the base. 
There was a great victory against the Decepticons- a mine was taken right from under their noses which led to a lot being added to their reserves. Some of the energon was of a higher concentration- to which you learned was called high grade. 
Optimus noticed that the morale in the base was low, despite getting a great win against their foes. This led you to suggest a party. So a party he had. All of the kids were sent home early, and you drove with Bumblebee to pick up vodka and some mini-shot bottle shots. 
Once you got back to the base, you all began the party. Somehow, you managed to get the normally serious Prime to have a drinking challenge with you. So there you were: chugging down straight vodka while Optimus chugged an energon cube. The other bots (with Ratchet being the loudest somehow) began cheering. You beat Optimus much to everyone’s surprise. They didn’t think a small thing like you could beat them in any drinking game.
Once the excitement of the drinking game calmed down, everyone but you and Optimus went to bed. 
You both sat across from each other talking about your pasts. What you did before you came to be at the base and all that.
“You used to be an archivist? Like a librarian?” A grin pulled onto your face. "Can I get a reference number?” Optimus blinked a confused look. “So I can, y’know, check you out?” You slurred.
A loud bark of a laugh came from the Prime. “Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you’d never be a free person.”
You nearly spit up your vodka with laughter. “Didn’t know you could flirt, Op!"
An uncharacteristic smirk came across his face as he made his way over to you. He leaned down near your ear, and whispered “There’s a lot I can do.” 
You couldn't help the huge blush that covered your face as you suddenly got shy. "Better cool it before I have to kiss you!" You tried to maintain your cool persona, but when he leaned in and grabbed your chin you just melted into a flustered mess.
In the morning, Ratchet had the worst hangover. He grumbled as he made his way into the medbay, only to freeze. There you and Optimus were. Optimus was laying up against the wall at an angle while you laid on his chest snoring away. 
Ratchet couldn’t help the small smile that wormed onto his face as he left the room, shutting the lights off behind him.
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Agust D 'Haegeum' MV
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spotforme · 13 days
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Mission: Distract the aliens! how will the remaining crew attemt to do such task?
Scott: I'm gonna get 'em drunk!
Bones: I'm gonna drug them!
Kirk: I'm gonna fuck them!
Spock: And i am going to gossip!
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kuurake · 4 months
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liquid courage 🍊🥭🍋
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cinnaminsvga · 3 months
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alright i opened my google doc! time to write something good and be productive!
me: opens a fic draft from last night that i wrote drunk
the fic:
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AGHHHH COWBOY!YOONGI HORNY JUMPSCARE
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subzeroparade · 10 months
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It kills me that Laurence/Ludwig is your main ship because your Moon Divorce is seriously my absolute favorite interpretation of their relationship. Their dynamic is SO messy and I love your writing and art so much
Thank you anon <333 ✨ but if you’ve read my work you KNOW I also relish in the messy ambiguity that is Moon Divorce, and it’s an intense, pervasive, mysterious psychosexual pining that hovers in the background even when I am writing Laurence/Ludwig. Regardless, I plan on writing the Moon Deal in the future, and hopefully some lighter Byrgenwerth-era vignettes as well. 
I have been thinking specifically about Byrgenwerth shenanigans as of late, so here is a WIP from a headcanon that revolves around Laurence starting fights in pubs by mouthing off, and poor Gehrman, three pints deep, having to finish said fights with his fists.
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AC Mirage ramblings and big emotion™️ because im tipsy
Do you ever think that every once in a while Basim will hear Nehals laugh or catch a glimpse of her in the corner of his eye? Do you ever think he smiles to himself but doesn’t chase for another glimpse and doesn’t try to listen harder because he knows he will find nothing? Do you think how after a bad nightmare he can feel her gently waking him up only to wake up to an empty promise and an empty bed that has always and will always be empty? Do you think some nights he replays that night in his head over and over trying to believe that she is always there never leaving him alone only to realize he was alone the entire time? Do you think that what remains of basim that isnt Loki craves the companionship that never existed? Do you think that sometimes he mourns for someone he has never met? Do you think that he grieves the real people in his life especially the children that he blames himself for their deaths? Do you think it destroys him when in the end it was him. It was always him. He is alone. And always has been. Because all it was,
Was a Mirage.
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h0w4m1h3r3 · 1 year
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can I get uhhhh...
drunken confession with dust and killer?
Ofc!! I didn't know if you wanted them at the same time so thas what I did-
TW/CW: short, alcohol, stupid end, swearing, l-bomb
Reader notes: swears alot, drinks, gender neutral
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Laying your head down on the bar, you breathed deeply and sniffed a bit. You had some new bar buddies, one on either side of you.
One of them, the one on your right patted your back.
"Y'know, I just love 'em sooooo much. And, and, I-I just can'tell 'em." You sniffed more and the man to the right of you kept rubbing your back. "The're so great an' I don' wanna ruin the friendship. I like both of 'em too, I don' wan' 'em ta think Imma slut or somethin'."
"i'm sure they won't. they probably love you back." The one to your left finally spoke.
"Naw, it's killer 'n' dust. Real tough guys. Ya know 'em?"
Both hummed in affirmation.
"Don' tell 'em tho'. They're awesome but real assholes too."
"you should tell 'em yourself. I know 'em pretty well, they do like ya. Alot." The one massaging circles into your back spoke this time.
"Alrig' funny mannnn. I don' believe ya one bit. I'm no' a fuckin' idiot..."
The shouting and music got louder suddenly. Your head spun and nothing made sense.
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The throbbing of your head woke you up with a start. You were exhausted. Basically dead. Opening just one eye made the headache worse, the light from the window stinging your dry eyes. You let out a long groan.
"rise 'n' shine sleepyhead. I'm all for a nap but you've been out almost thirteen hours now."
Killer!
"wha... what..?" What was killer doing in my house
"you crashed at my place with dust last night. better be thankful we kept ya outta trouble or ya might be in someone else's bed."
Did you sleep with him!?
The fear must have shown on your face because he assured you nothing happened other than you being an idiot.
Idiot...
It all came rushing back.
Shit.
Mother of all buttcheeks.
In your drunken stupor you confessed to them. Your 'new bar buddies' were killer and dust.
"Shit, killer 'm sorry. Didn', I was drunk. Fuck." Your voice wavered and probably gave your fear away.
"so, ya didn' mean all that." Killer said in a 'knew it' kinda tone.
"Fuck, what did I say..." You whispered, but then quickly corrected yourself. "Ya know what, don' tell me, I don' wanna know."
"you confessed your love to us about some idiots named killer and dust. said you didn' want them to think you were a slut."
Fuuuuuccckkkk
"I'm sorry-" you began, but we're cut off.
"i don't think you're a slut. neither does dust." He paused for a moment before continuing. "we love you too. wow. l-bomb." He paused again. "it's true though."
He looked like he wanted to say something else, but you cut him off first.
"killer, if you are fucking pulling my leg I will torture you to death."
"c'mon, let's go to subway. for lunch. dusty's favourite."
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