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markiza297 · 6 months
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I got drunk at a get-together and drew a lot of HABITS and also evan and also jeff and also steph in their furry everyanimalHYBRID glory
I swear im going to scan them and finish all of those but not today
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Happy New Year's Eve everyone! Here's how I think the tma characters would celebrate:
Martin and Jon: Martin seems like the type of guy who'd want to celebrate with a small group of friends, but Jon does NOT. To even this out I think they'd have a very romantic night in with a nice bottle of wine and the fireworks on TV.
Daisy and Basira: Judging by how quick they were to go out for drinks when trapped at the institute I imagine they'd like to go out clubbing for NYE! And they'd totally kiss over dramtically at midnight.
Melanie and Georgie: They'd have a couple friends over and have a house party (approved by the admiral, of course!), and they'd probably write up bingo cards for the coming year.
Tim and Sasha: A nice big party with their mutual friends. Being social and all sorts of things like that!
Elias: He'd watch the fireworks in Central London. Like an insane person.
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inkblot22 · 1 year
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Crazy sickening thought but what if there’s a scenario where azul takes advantage of reader? Like imagine reader not having anywhere to after four years and crowley giving up/deciding reader is too expensive and a burden to take care of since they are a grownup and haven’t been useful. They decide to desperate to find a way so they and grim dont end up on the streets look for azul for a place to stay and azul agrees only if they agree to be azuls spouse and meet conditions of his like never leaving him, cooking for him, kissing him times throughout the day. Whats your thoughts on this? Do you think azul would add more terms?
Hello! This is excellent and you caught me on an Azul day. I apologize in advance because this is honestly a bit long.
TW controlling behavior, abuse, captivity, coerced marriage, Crowley being a deadbeat, non-consensual kissing/touch, isolation and being in the ocean at night, my best attempt at legalese, Jade and Floyd because these three are the scariest package deal ever conceived. Misogyny, if you squint, as well as house-spousification. That is a word now.
Grim is way too calm about this. It's not that you could really resent him for being oblivious, but sometimes you indulge your irritation with one thought, "Grim is lucky that I love him."
And he is. He's lucky that you're here, lucky that you're willing to sell your body to a certain silver-haired asshole just so he can indulge on various seafoods, including fresh-caught tuna.
Well, that's not really fair. Azul hasn't gotten more physical than a few hugs and kisses, sharing the same bed, that type of thing. You can tell he's considered doing more, you see it in his eyes when you lay down to go to sleep or wear certain colors, usually dark blues and violets. Not that you've worn much else in...
Seven, how long has it been? Let's see... On your fourth year at NRC, Dire Crowley invited you to his office for tea. Not in so many words, he said that your time at NRC was reaching the end of it's stay. He'd send for you upon discovering a way for you to return home, but until then, you and Grim needed to begin your internship within the week. You hid your unease as best as you could, but when you got back to Ramshackle, you could barely breathe. Grim wasn't present for the meeting, so when he saw your obvious despair he immediately threatened to burn whoever had hurt you. You had laughed it off, promising him that everything would be okay.
You should have known, honestly. You sent messages to both Ace and Deuce, letting them know what happened, and they both felt awful, but were in no position to have you come stay with them. Although any of your former upperclassmen would have probably accepted you, but right when you were wondering how you were supposed to get a job without any form of identification past your very own person, much less a place to stay, you received a message in a group chat you had long forgotten about.
Underneath the all caps title of the chat, "THE FISH MAFIA," Jade had simply invited you to the Coral Sea with Grim for a dinner. Of course you had accepted. Perhaps you could ask Azul for a job in his mother's restaurant, and subsequently, move to whatever land mass was near the Coral Sea. That way you and Grim wouldn't be homeless.
You let Crowley know and he set up the mirror for your departure, even going so far as to give you a pair of potions so you wouldn't drown and wishing you well. You tried not to dislike him even more for that, tried being the key word.
Jade and Floyd were waiting for you on the other side. They looked about the same as the last time you'd seen them, perhaps a little longer than before. Floyd grabbed both you and Grim and darted through the water, stopping in front of an elegant building that seemed to be made out of shells. You were guided in, all the way to the back, where Azul was waiting, in human form.
"Hello, Prefect... or shall I just use your name? From what I've heard, you won't be living in Ramshackle for much longer."
You had forgotten about that. Your memories, up until that point, were relatively positive when it came to Azul, so of course you overlooked his harsh comments, forgotten by the haze of happy memories you had with him. But Azul had always been somewhat mean.
"Regardless, take a seat. We have all the foods you like on the land, and then some." He offered you a somewhat wan smile, "No drinks, though. Sorry. Perhaps we can go to a cafe after this business is finished."
You took a seat and one of the servers placed a large, flat rock on your lap.
"It's to keep you from floating away." Azul had said.
You thought that was kind of fun. That was probably the last time you had that thought connected to Azul. Grim didn't bat an eye and began scarfing down the contents of the table, and you met Azul's staring eye.
"Business?"
"Yes, my darling, business. I take it that you don't have a large window of opportunity, so please believe me when I say I want the best for you and your familiar. I am offering you a place to stay, food, drinks, and clothing. All you have to do is sign this teensy little document."
"Wait, what's goin' on?" Grim paused his eating to give you a confused look.
"Oh... It'll all work out, Grim," You began.
"Dire Crowley has given our little human here a week to move out of Ramshackle house." Azul interrupted.
"Good! That place was run-down anyway!" He went back to eating.
You couldn't blame him for his shortsightedness then. You simply sighed and Azul addressed you again.
"So, my dear, knowing that I will provide for you and your familiar, and knowing that you'll be homeless in a week's time with no real way to regain a home, I believe you can understand how signing this is in your best interest."
You nod, once, slightly hesitantly, and Azul smiles, passing a document to you. It's dry to the touch, but a quick scan and you decided it was better to just sign and get it over with.
Presently, tucked neatly under Azul's arm as dawn breaks over the beachside, you really wish that you'd read the entire contract earlier.
It wasn't so bad at first, he set you and Grim up on the top floor of one of the land-based establishments that his mother owned and had passed down to him. He said it was something of a side hobby, but you read it more as a front for his other business. Regardless, for a long while, things were fine. What little you had was already in the room he'd set up for you and Grim. But then the stipulations of the contract began coming into effect.
Within three months of the signing date, the signor will be legally wed to the signee.
That wasn't so bad. The wedding was ridiculously extravagant, but you managed to wrangle Grim into a bow tie and that was cute enough. Azul was all smiles, but every time you wanted to run, you remembered that it was all for your and Grim's wellbeing.
The first night you went home as spouses, Azul talked at length about a possible honeymoon. You nodded along, too tired from the day's events, and went to open the door to the room you'd been sharing until now with Grim. Azul grabbed you by your arm, hard enough to leave a mark, and pulled you into the master suite.
"Married couples should sleep together, shouldn't they?"
2. Both parties are required to show the other affection, physical and otherwise. The consequence of withholding such results in a loss of privileges.
This was a bit less okay. Azul wasn't overly touchy, but you found that he didn't care who saw what. You weren't opposed to most of it, seeing as his hand was usually on your shoulder or back, somewhere not at all concerning, but he also would occasionally turn and kiss you without warning or permission.
It made your head spin. In every other way, he was very reserved, but every time he kissed you was so random. It wasn't that he smelled bad or tasted bad, unless he had just returned from a meeting, wherein he would generally smell like alcohol-free bourbon or something adjacent. You'd always try harder than usual to pull away when he smelled like that.
"It's just a gentleman's drink, my angel... My goodness, I didn't know you were this shy!"
3. If the signatory is otherwise unoccupied around noon, they will prepare lunch for their spouse and bring it to him. A breach of this term will result in the signatory's familiar being put outside for a night. *See addendum A.
Every day, for the last year, you have walked in, regardless of Azul being in the middle of a meeting or not, and served him a lunch that you threw together.
At this point, you're pretty certain that you could bring him a banana peel coated in mayo and ketchup on a dirty plate and he'd eat it like it was the best thing in the world. Every time you put lunch in front of him, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, pressing a kiss against your ribs and looking up at you as if you've hung the moon.
"This looks delicious, my angel. Thank you."
4. Privileges such as allowance, certain articles of clothing, certain food items, will be withheld in the case of a breach of contract.
This one wasn't really observed by Azul. As far as you could recall, every time you messed up, he would become inconsolable, then really cold.
If you did something he really, really didn't like, he'd "invite" you for a midnight swim, then lock you in the bathroom while you were still wet. This is why an addendum was added, since getting sopping wet and locked in a cold bathroom resulted in you getting sick and unable to make lunch.
"I'm doing this because I love you so much."
5. The signatory shall adopt the moniker of a stay-at-home spouse. They will be allowed days to go out and shop for both necessary groceries and personal effects.
Your "going out" days were Wednesdays and Saturdays, partially because that gave Azul an excuse to tag along on at least one of those days and also because he could send one of his lackeys to follow you and Grim around.
Everything you purchased was looked over by him, and when you got home, he'd ask you about various items you purchased while trying to coax you to sit with him.
"Angel, why in the world do you need... five packages of... 'dino gro capsules'?"
6. Azul Ashengrotto may exercise his discretion to determine whether or not his spouse is following the contract to the best of their ability.
Azul was not a fair or reliable judge. At best, he wanted you to be by his side as often as possible, but at worst, he'd be irritated by Grim's very presence in the house. You weren't afforded much mercy. If the twins were visiting on land, which they did way more often than you liked, and you happened to have really done it that day, they'd sneak in and drape blankets over you.
Azul didn't care if he noticed, and it felt like every day it got worse. Every day you'd find out about another rule of the contract, every day you'd have to lie and tell Grim that everything was okay.
But you could feel it, this pressure, building up within you. One of these days, you'd snap, and hopefully Grim wouldn't be there to see it.
Because you didn't want him to think you resented him.
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Drunk Nergal tries to do a backflip
He's fine, but maybe he's had too much to drink
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rainbowcrowley · 5 months
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managed to tidy my room do the dishes and eat something while being slightly hungover and dead tired
yay me *flops onto the bed*
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demonangelgirl134 · 5 months
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Drunk Nergal tries to do a backflip
He's fine. But maybe he's had too much to drink
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waru-chan8 · 4 months
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I was asked by @milla8920 to write a things you said when you were drunk for Pedro and Fermín. Where here it is. It's set after the 2023 Valencian GP. Tw: mention of alcohol
‘You're fucking annoying' it's what Fermín heard when he opens the door of his room at the motorhome hotel. It's pretty late, and he wasn't expecting anyone, so it comes as a complete surprise to be greeted like this.
‘Good evening to you too' responds. The SpeedUP rider can't believe what his eyes are seeing, the recently crowned Moto2 World Champion is in front of him, and he's drunk. ‘And why am I annoying?' He doesn't really want to know, but he is curious why the other rider is here, instead of at his motorhome or celebrating with his family or the team. It's also safer for the KTM rider to be here with him than elsewhere getting himself in trouble.
‘Because' Pedro moves the other rider aside to enter the room completely uninvited, where he makes himself at home and sits on the bed. ‘Because I'm the one, I won the championship, but everyone is talking about you and your spectacular end of the season. Or how you'll be a MotoGP rider, etc.'
'Right. I'm so annoying because I'm doing my best.' He sits next to the other rider on his own bed that has been taken over by the other rider. ‘Sorry for doing my job, I guess' huffs.
‘Yes, because you are always overshadowing what I do. Like when I won the Moto3 championship, but people had to talk about your season in MotoE and Moto2 and your own Championship. No matter what I do, you'll be there too' complains.
Fermín sighs, not knowing how to respond to the drunk rambles of the other rider. He also doesn't have the heart to kick him, despite knowing he has to get up early for tomorrow's test. It doesn't matter what the SpeedUP rider wants to do, Pedro is already lying on his bed.
‘Look at the bright side, you won't hear about me next year' tries to console Fermín. It's a way to calm and placate the drunk rider.
‘Hell no. You'll fight for the championship and your name will be in every team principal's mouth during the silly season as everyone wants you'. Pedro turns his head to look at him, ‘unless you have already signed with Pramac. Did you do that?' Fermín doesn't answer, he just lies next to Pedro in the narrow space of the single bed. ‘Oh, you did, bastard. You will ride that sweet Ducati in 2025' decides Pedro, who is pouting.
Fermín can only laugh at that. It's been so long since he saw the other rider this relaxed and with a pout. ‘I didn't sign with them, at least not yet' explains, but they both know that doesn't mean he couldn't do it tomorrow or in the near future. ‘Look, you are drunk, and in my room, let's sleep like when we were kids, okay?' Proposes. In reality, the SpeedUP rider is terrified to send Pedro out alone. He doesn't know what type of troubles he can get if he goes like this around the paddock knocking on doors and searching for troubles.
‘But I don't want to sleep, and we are old now, and you have López' rambles the shorter rider. In the way it's said, it's like one single word that takes a while for the SpeedUP rider to understand. The lower lip is pushed further forward even more, showing his displeasure.
‘Look, even if we're older, we still need to sleep and that doesn't mean we can't share a bed, besides, there's nothing to worry about, Alonso won't bother us. He is out there celebrating with Jaume' as he responds, the taller rider is moving around to prepare the bed so they can go to sleep.
‘He’s an idiot,’ yawns the KTM rider, ‘I’d prefer to celebrate with you rather than Jaume. He’s boring, and you are fun to be around’ says nonchalantly as he crawls under the bedsheets. It’s a tight squeeze, but they managed to fit both of them in the single bed.
‘I thought you said I’m annoying’ reminds the taller rider with a smile on his face. He is looking carefully at Pedro’s face, trying to study him and making sure he’s okay.
‘You’re, but you’re also my annoyance’ yaws again the shorter rider. Despite Pedro saying he doesn’t want to sleep, he’s the first one to fall under Morpheus' spell. Fermín stays away for a bit longer, making sure that the KTM rider is okay.
‘Ugh' groans Pedro as soon as he opens his eyes. His head hurts like he has been tumbling around the gravel trap for hours without a stop.
‘Your head hurts?' Questions whatever his head is resting on. It takes a while for the KTM rider to register that he isn't sleeping with his head on his pillow, blame it on the alcohol in his bloodstream or how sleepy he is at the moment. However, as soon as he notices it, he figures his head is resting on a man's chest that he is too familiar with.
‘Shut up, I want to go back to sleep' closes his eyes again, while Fermín laughs at him and the situation. None of them move a bit, even if they know the younger needs to prepare for the Moto2 post-season test and Pedro is required at the Tech3 garage.
‘You can stay if you want, but I need to get up. I have a test to attend' reminds the SpeedUP rider. With more groaning, and with his eyes still closed, the shorter one moves his head from Fermín's chest to the pillow.
‘Have you been told how annoying you are? Because you're a pain in the ass' ask the MotoGP rider while hugging the pillow. It's too soft for him to go back to sleep.
‘You did it yesterday, but you also told me I'm your annoyance, so I took it as a compliment'. Pedro doesn't need to look at the other rider's face to know he is smiling. ‘But as I said, you can stay for as long as you want, just leave the key in my office or give it to Héctor later'. The young one is already ready to leave the room and go back to his team.
‘Or maybe you can come later by my motorhome and pick it yourself’ Pedro is now fully awake and watching the other rider at the door. ‘You know, if you ever need a space to disconnect and hang out you can go there’ proposes. ‘Or we can share the space’ the KTM has thrown himself out there, without knowing how his advances would be received or interpreted.
‘Sure, but make sure to have enough space’ even if it’s unsaid, both riders know it’s about the bed and not a bigger motorhome with a second bedroom.
Fermín is already leaving the room, so Pedro has to scream ‘but López isn't allowed inside’. The SpeedUP rider’s giggles can be heard, even if he hasn’t responded to that. Or at least Pedro didn’t hear anything with the door being closed.
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fastwiemagie · 1 year
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A lovely spring afternoon
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Point of fashion: my newly thrifted pastel green jacket (that just screams spring)
Full outfit rundow :
Thrifted pastel green jacket
Second hand black dress with floral print (worn over black long sleeve)
Handmade mint green maxi skirt
Beloved pastel turquoise scarf with flowers and butterflies
Cute bag with gingerbread houses on it
Black booties
I went to a local Korean supermarket for some snacks, met up with a friend and went to this cute little Japanese store with her where I finally found a little water bottle!! I've been looking for one for ages but didn't find any that met my criteria (practical but cute). Plus my friend gave me a little hello kitty figurine she brought me as a souvenir from her recent holiday in Japan!! I'm so happy she thought of me!
Then we met up with another friend and went for pastries and later one cocktail each (with some potato & vegetable chips aswell). It was a lovely time with my friends!! And I'm so happy with my new spring jacket. Perfect addition to my wardrobe!
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haruhar-u · 5 months
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the plot of said sequel because I wanna ramble and it’ll probably be a year or two before I actually write it
It would start a year after Micah left to be the head of his family due to the death of his parents. Micah has completely cut ties with his past life due to contract changing his number and everything, therefore reluctantly cutting ties with Tian and Luka. Micah told Tian that he’d be a good actor soon before he left so Tian went into acting and was quite successful. However after work he’d go out drinking with random people in a whole he pretends those people are Micah as Micah’s the only one he ever loved. Luka on the other hand is more content with the break up of the band and decided to focus more on his paintings and just art in general, (and Rui) mostly retiring from the spotlight. Luka and Tisn kept in contact and Luka noticed that Tian is spiraling and intervened with a promise to take Tian with him the next time he goes back to Australia to visit his family in hopes that maybe they can find Micah.
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x-lulu · 1 year
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thats what happens when you date in the office. whether it ends in marriage or incredible heartbreak, they all turn it into gossip for the group chat. I knew that going in. still, I chose to do it again | forecasting love and weather [ 2022 ]
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me and my mutuals going to concerts and getting drunk (apple juice if ur not legal) and just dancing and screaming the lyrics to each other WHEN???
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the-helper-house · 7 months
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[Milkman began speaking about something on the other side of the door, however it was too quiet to hear]
Can’t hear you, speak up
Wh.a… Oh, yeah. dw about it ‘m just rambling
Hmm…
[Delivery Man looked at the door with a mixture of concern and curiosity. He took particular notice of Milkman’s voice — well, being the only thing he could take notice to, it was fairly easy. Milkman’s voice sounded even more tired than before, however he also seemed to be speaking slower, even slurring his words a little]
Just checking, there’s no alcohol or anything in that room is there?
Oh nah don’t worry big guy, this’s alllll the withdrawal’s effects babbyyyyy… [He clicked his tongue once, before going quiet]
That’s… good? I suppose?
Yeahhhh no drinking here… ‘less you want the milk glasses to count as an alcoholic beverage.
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monstersandmaw · 1 year
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You’re giving us so many updates lately, don’t apologise for taking time to edit~ we will wait 💚 in the meantime, I’ll make a cup of tea and start my day lol
Haha, you’re kind. Enjoy your tea!
I’m so bad at estimating how long it takes me to edit a chapter, and in this case I gave it a lot of editing last-minute to make something flow better (no pun intended since they’re on a date at Three Falls Peak). I also got called out of my study by Mr. Ghosti just now who wanted to run something by me, so I got distracted halfway through 😩. Anyway, should be done soon…ish???? Tonight anyway.
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ettra-doctor-dan · 2 years
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Do you drink?
“No, not usually. Maybe on special occasions, but I’m no alcoholic, I assure you.”
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Black Hat: *Walks in in a staggering, dizzy daze*
Pixels: Black Hat! I thought all of us told you to stop drinking!
Black Hat: I haven't been drinking! I don't know what you're talking about!
Dr. Flug: Sir. You're staggering when you walk and your words are slurred. You're very obviously drunk.
Black Hat: I'M NOT DRUNK!
Pixels: Oh yeah, then read that clock over there. *points to a hand clock*
Black Hat: *goes over to the clock and looks at it for 30 seconds* "I am not drunk."
*Pixels and flug look at each other and share a scowl*
Pixels: Okay, you're not going to the Devil's Casino alone again.
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rainbowcrowley · 2 years
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had a nice bonding-moment with my big brother and got to drink some nice wine
what a productive evening
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