@irresistiibles asked: “Pour me a drink and clear my schedule.” (jaskier to kili)
“Now that’s more like it!” Grinning, Kili picked up the pitcher and filled up the two glasses on their table. “Think we might need to order another soon.” He looked thoughtfully at the plastic pitcher, tapping the level of the drink with a finger. “There’s nothing like this back home.”
I want them to be friends
☆ schlatt and quackity stimboard with alcohol, lace fabric, and soups for anon!
☆ / ★ / ☆ / ★ / ❤️🍷 / ☆ / ★ / ☆ / ★
I'm pretty damn drunk, so I challenge you to imagine that we're two drunk strangers who met at a party and started talking. This means that you can go ahead and ask me/tell me some weird, personal shit which you definitely wouldn't bring up it we were sober.
[ID: a digital drawing of Toothpaste Cookie resting his bow against his shoulder as he smirks off to the side./End ID]
i loved the update because hey !! thats my boy !! but its not really my boy Mint Choco because dimension jumping shenanigans but its my boy Toothpaste Cookie instead! i just think hes neat, with a really funny name. bonus joke drawing under the cut (alcohol tw)
[ID: a digital drawing of a completely wasted Vampire Cookie leaning heavily against a mildly amused Toothpaste Cookie. Vampire holds his wine glass as he drawls "Heyyyyy, lookin' goo- *hic* good, Mint." An arrow pointing to Toothpaste as he raises his eyebrow with a mischievous smile is labeled "Not Mint Choco."/End ID]
the comedic potential of having two cookies that look nearly identical? *chefs kiss*
One of the friends I'm with is busy with her homework and the other one is having a low energy day, so I decided to get drunk on my own and now I could really use some virtual company in form of asks. (Although I will save everything which requires sobriety for later.)
oh god bottomless mimosas im so 😳
confession time: got drunk, bought SHIB coin a few weeks ago and forgot about it until now
Screw it, Takaaki moodboard
‘ you’re tossing out blame , drunk on this pain , crossing out the good years . ’ (bos and jeannie)
“I’m not drunk on pain...” Jeannie muttered under her breath, even as she could feel herself slightly swaying from where she was standing on her besti friends porch step. And she would have never come here. She would have panicked, and gone to Angie. But now, she was panicking BECAUSE of Angie, and because of another startling REVELATION that had been made. “I’m just DRUNK.” She insisted letting a soft giggle escape her lips. Because who could blame her after everything that she had learned today. After everything that she had caused. Because she couldn’t blame what she had learned on anyone elese but her for LYING. “Are you gonna let me come in, so we can figure out how to get your brother and Angie back? Or are you just gonna stand there?”
LOADING PRE-ENROLMENT ASSESSMENT RESULTS...
the applicant is HAN JIHYUN, aged TWENTY-TWO. elemental assessment confirms that she has a strong innate affinity with FIRE. applicant has passed all other physical and mental assessments and is deemed suitable for training at the academy.
WELCOME, WINX. PLEASE FIND YOUR DORM IN EAST WING ROOM 1A.
han jihyun divides life into a series of before and afters.
jihyun’s parents’ marriage before everything goes to hell in a handbasket:
the han name isn’t exactly fire fairy royalty--- too many oddballs and divergent life paths for that sort of s-tier eminence— but they’ve made a name of being good. kind. approachable. fire fairies that people actually can stand to be in a room with, without their egos taking up all the available space. that’s not to say that the hans aren’t a proud family, though--- they’re a bunch of passionate individuals who’ve all made marks and contributions to the fields they’ve chosen to pursue, ranging from politics to magical zoology.
so when han seona marries a water fairy, it’s a recipe for a guaranteed garbage dumpster fire disaster.
jihyun’s memories of family gatherings are few and far between, but they all end in the same place: a silent car ride home.
(minus that time half of her extended family’d got too passionate over a game, and what was supposed to be a nice, normal barbeque turned into flooded ponds and a small forest fire that wasn’t reaaaaaally her fault.)
after the dissolution of the above-mentioned marriage:
they’re 4 kids in and a few months post The Monopoly Incident That Shall Not Be Named when they file for separation. it’s fine. jihyun likes it much better when they’re friends. their co-parenting strategy works, and the ‘han circus quartet’, as her dad’s grandma likes to call them, grow up well and loved by both sides of the family.
their marriage’s failure, jihyun realises much later, is not so much on them as it is their friends and families. she hears the derisive comments made about their in-laws when the adults think the kids are out of earshot. reads between the lines they feed the kids with heaping spoonfuls of backhanded criticism about elements (no pun intended!) beyond their control. she understands why they’re tired and give up on trying to make it work even though the love they have for each other is so very apparent, because what use is fighting for something when everyone else is fighting against it?
before, when she’s still han baby #3.
her mother’s mid-life crisis after the finalisation of the divorce has them whisked off to a gorgeous little cabin in the woods. that day, jihyun has toast for breakfast. her little brother babbles about something she tunes out as she drinks her apple juice. mom is passed out on the couch, drunk on homemade mimosas that are less orange juice and more straight champagne. her siblings are… somewhere. jihyun figures they’ll turn up eventually.
but they never do.
after she becomes han #1.
there’s only one body to bury.
guardian fairies tell them that there’d been a few beasts in the forest, because they had been unfortunate enough to stay near a weakened spot in the barrier. beast-related deaths are page 2 news at best, but the han twins manage to squeeze their way into a tiny column on the front page. maybe because their being twins elevate it marginally to a more interesting piece.
they talk. they talk so much at the funeral. jihyun doesn’t hear the eulogies given a century too early, celebrating lives too short, talking about their return to the elements, and just stares vacantly at her sister’s empty casket. behind the grieving families’ back, they talk even more about how the kids had a dad who was a water fairy and maybe that’s where they got those deviant traits from, about her mother’s being irresponsible (which, yes, fine, she agrees with.), theorise about the twins’ deaths and sprinkle fiction into the tiny bit of fact they know, which is what pisses jihyun off the most.
because, see, this is the real version of events: they simply just never came back.
she doesn’t stick around for the rest of it. doesn’t need the same people offering their false condolences to her, because jihyun thinks she might just set the entire venue ablaze if she hears one more ‘sorry for your loss’ from some dipshit who’d passed his own version of events off as fact.
after feels like it should be over by now.
in her mind, she’s sitting stock-still, alone, in front of those caskets. her mom isn’t beside her, in hysterics like she’d been at the funeral, because her mom hadn’t fucking been there when it’d counted. she feels like she’s still stuck in the after of her siblings’ death, even if everyone else is moving on.
she thinks this grief will swallow her whole.
and so, jihyun gets out of bed. pulls herself up by her bootstraps. makes a fresh start for herself-- drops out of university much to the chagrin of her mother (fuck her. she doesn’t get to have a say.) upon her acceptance to seohae magic academy.
her dad pleads with her not to enrol just because she feels like she has to get revenge or be able to protect their family, and as nauseatingly selfless as those reasons are, that’s really not why she does it. there’s no singular catalyst or burning desire to prove herself. jihyun simply figures she’s better off there than at home, suffocated by her parents’ complicated relationship and a little brother who reminds her too much of what she’s trying to move on from.
plus, jihyun’s got a history with her magic. she’d singed her middle school teacher’s eyebrows off and set her high school’s science lab on fire; it was put out quickly after & no one was hurt! and ignoring everything else that followed, her principal did say she had a lot of magical potential.
so... maybe it’s time to start living up to it!
I finally finished Demo! Demoman is the only merc who everyone is bros with, when he's not drowning in any alcoholic drink he can find he is very friendly and loves to talk about anything. Often talks while he works which is not the best combination which end in some faulty explosives that tend to blow up, luckily, they tend to when no one is around his work area.
cw: alcohol idk if it’s me, or if i’m just getting older, but it feels like they made fireball taste stronger than i remember