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Dina could see Cassie's face light up behind him at her compliment.
"She is great. I've known her for a long time.", Malcolm said, a protective edge to his voice appearing that she had never heard from Malcolm before.
He had always been rather cold and standoffish. Was Cassandra Goth the key to getting him to show some vulnerability? She wasn't sure, but she also felt that if she could get him to continue to open up to her that it would be her way in to the Landgraab fortune, and being set for the rest of her life.
"I actually should be heading home, Cole", Cassie whispered into his ear, getting up from the bar to give him a hug. He reciprocated, only briefly, as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "You two should stay and talk. If we're to be friends like Dina said, then she should know you as I know you."
"Bye, Cassie. See you at school tomorrow!", she beamed as Cassie waved back, making her way towards the door.
Now that she was gone, she turned back to Malcolm with a different expression. "Cole?", she asked, flicking hair over her shoulder as she leaned in, making sure that their knees rubbed against each other as she did. "That's a cute nickname. What's it mean?"
"She calls me Cole because my heart is as hard and black as coal, Dina.", he said with a smirk as he motioned for the bartender, slipping a card into their hand. "Get me and my lady friend here a beer. Imported. Now."
"I thought it was probably a middle name." Dina said, as the waitress sat the beers down in front of them. Dina wasn't much of a drinker; especially not beer, but she didn't even bat an eye that Malcolm was able to secure them so easily. His family practically owned the whole town. He could get away with just about anything.
"It is, but that's still the reason.", he said as he took a violent swig from the beer, the monotone voice that she had learned to expect from him had returned as soon as Cassandra had left. What was it about that girl that possessed him, and why wasn't he interested in her? It didn't make sense.
"I know you've been asking questions about Cassie and I, Dina, but for your own well being, I would stop. It's not safe for you, or for her.", he said, as he chugged the rest of the beer, standing up from the chair and throwing down a few meager dollar bills on the bar. "This is your last warning. If you do anything to hurt her.....I will hurt you."
Before Dina could stop him, Malcolm had made his exit, followed by the guard that was always lurking in the shadows. Dina was left with far more questions than answers, and while she probably should have headed his warning, she was going to find out what the connection was. If Malcolm Landgraab was engaged to Cassandra Goth, her plans would fall apart at the seams, and she couldn't afford that.
I Love the way usage of “chipped” instead of broken, and just seeing that I though “I’ll be damned”
chipped
[txt]: maybe?
[txt]: I must be drunker than I thought I was
[txt]: I'm sorry for bothering you
[text]: I fucking hate you–wait you’re not my ex. Who are you?
𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽. 花 @strenuusvenator
![[text]: I Fucking Hate Youwait Youre Not My Ex. Who Are You?](https://64.media.tumblr.com/183dd03cd8b7d30c621635f51e856d9f/9e749ad7a74efec1-06/s500x750/d48021b63171c102069c68d743d8a807acfb1458.png)
[txt]: no.. i'm not. i don't even have an ex.. [txt]: did you.. mistype a number or something?
"I know... I'm sorry. I just haven't been taking the whole divorce very well." If she was being honest with herself, she still wasn't. Even now, all she wanted to do was fall back on her bad habits that she had worked so hard to get over. She wanted to drink, to smoke or get into a fight, anything to make her feel anything else.
" just because i'm generally a happy person doesn't mean i can't have an off day." (Sunshine/grump starters)
THIS POST ( accepting ) ╰┈➤ Barton, Clint
" Well, I know that. " He mumbled, leaning against her slightly. They sat together on a roof, looking over the city. " It's just been hard seeing you like this since everything that happened. You were always one of the bright and happy people. "
Jade can't help but grin.
"Stabbed, shot, bit, burned. It's whatever. Just a part of the job really. I happen to know a real angel. Nathaniel. He put my soul back in my body after I died once."
She says all this like it really isn't a big deal and is totally normal. "I really enjoy it. I'm also a bartender."
"Hey, wait a minute, you're hurt... How long have you been hiding this?!"
@magustempus
"It's... it's not that bad. It's just a scratch." Jade had been favoring one of her arms for about five to ten minutes now, keeping her injured one close to her side.
diluc & drinking
diluc doesn't hate alcohol. he simply avoids it due to his nightly duties as the darknight hero. he feels he needs to be hypervigilant, and drinking will minimize that. if he knew the city was one hundred percent safe, he would indulge in a glass or two, but because he wants to keep his people safe, he prefers not to drink.
he lets people speculate. many think it's because he's a lightweight (only with hard liquor like whiskey or vodka). others think he doesn't drink because it reminds him of his father. he doesn't challenge their opinion. anything to keep them off his tail regarding his nighttime activities.
Look out guys, the sad drunk old man is hallucinating.
May we pls have some Louisiana hc’s?? It’s completely fine if not lol 😅
Louisiana~ Gustave ‘Gus’ Jones~
Anything for you, Lovely! I have a few!
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-Goes by Gus or Loui, don’t call him Louisiana.
-Don’t. Call. Him. Louisiana.
-Killed his gender a long time ago. He/Him in the ‘No thought behind his eyes’ kind of way. He and Flo both.
-Has an alligator named Missie, and she thinks she’s a small dog instead of being 13 feet long. He can walk her on a harness and everything.
-Her harness is sparkly purple with gold detailing, she loves it.
-Gus is very much the Guy Everyone Likes.
-If someone doesn’t like Gus, everyone around them gets very confused.
-In addition, he’s the Guy Who Knows Everyone. No matter where you go, he knows someone there (For entirely different reasons than the NorthEast).
-Has been arrested, several times, for something he has done and things he didn’t do. He gets out everytime.
-If he doesn’t smooth talk his way out like he’s leaving a family barbecue, his parents will show up to bail him out (by just walking out, no money paid).
-Great cook! Learned from his Mama who learned from her Poppa! They make minor changes throughout the decades and make changes to suit their palatte, and they each have something they’re best at!
-New York makes the best Cinnamon Rolls (have caused fights to get one, just don’t fight jn his kitchen)
-Robin makes the best Hot Chocolate (no fighting or you won’t get any!)
-Loui makes the the best bread pudding (makes it regularly, uses it as a bribe!)
-The Alibi, no matter what, when, or where– he’ll be your alibi.
-Chill and Relaxed, but Will Do Dumb Shit.
-He very rarely comes up with said Dumb Shit, but he will go along with pretty much anything.
-Knows how to use a sword, doesn’t enjoy it
-Reminds him of being a French Colony a Bit Too Much
-He will if he Absolutely Has To
-One of the more Magically Inclined States
-He has books and a ritualistic type room in each of his homes
-He passively sees spirits and ghosts
-That’s not always a good thing
-Has fought a cop
-Most States have fought cops, to be fair. Gus just takes more joy in it.
-More neutral view of humans. Few States have that type of few.
-Most States don’t like humans or enjoy being around them, very few States don’t care either way.
-His main house is pure Swamp Witch vibes, and is right next to a small swamp.
-Missie lives in the swamp with any of her babies, but also has free reign of the ground floor.
-Has incredible alcohol tolerance
-Technically a High-Functioning alcoholic
-(Great Potential for Hurt/Comfort)
-Blorbo from my Shows. I want to squeeze him like a stress ball.
I'm going to start taking sticker commissions soon! Alongside the character portraits I usually offer through the commissions option, I'll be taking sticker design requests through the tip option! Once I have a couple more example pieces, I'll start accepting them!
One of the suggested subjects is RPG items and potions, and I figured a health potion would be a good place to start! Based on a whiskey bottle, I based the color of the fluids inside partially off whiskey as well.
The ID is under the cut, and critique is always welcome! Have a nice day/night!
[ID: A red potion, in a clear blue glass. Two golden wing charms hang from the brown string tied around the the neck of the bottle. The label on the bottle is a pale brown, with blue details around the edges. A red cross decorates the center piece, and is surrounded by the text "Vampire's Blood Apothecary, 1329." Orange bubbles are suspended in the potion. End ID]
I have a new D&D character!
His name is Mordai, and he's for a campaign thats going to be run by one of my friends, and is a level five Way of the Drunken Master Monk, with the entertainer background. At the moment, I'm just making Heroforge miniatures to test out color palettes and design elements while I focus more on art assignments for school.
Design notes, the character's backstory, and the image description are all under the cut! Any and all suggestions are welcome, both for his design and backstory!
[ID: Two screenshots of Heroforge, showing the same character from the front and back. He is a tiefling monk, with pale skin, and satyr legs. Their clothing is mostly composed of layered fabric in two shades of yellow, but with gold and red details. While the hair on his head is black, the fur on his legs is mostly brown. He is holding up a fist, and is posed as if stepping forward. End ID]
Notes:
Full Name: Mordai Nethercote
He was born into a human family, with his infernal lineage pretty far back in their family tree. As a result, their last name is an old-english one. His first name is a tiefling one, just because I like it.
Pronouns: He/They
Sexuality: Pan-romantic, Asexual
Backstory: Entertainer (Jester)
They were forced to join a traveling circus as a child, to bring in money for his family. Hating his life, he eventually ran from the circus, abandoning his family and the woman he met there. When the guilt became too much for him to drink away, he joined a monastery.
Personality:
He's tired, and seemingly laid back, but haunted by what he's done, and isn't looking to repeat the experience. He values the freedom he found after the circus, but isn't sure that it was worth it.
Design Notes:
My main concern is him looking too much like Mollymauk, from Critical Role. Of course, they're both tieflings that spent some time in a circus, but I want to avoid similarities where possible. The yellow-focused palette helps, and I love characters who's personality contradicts their outfit.
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Keith stared at the 10 shot glasses that had been lined up in front of him, and, taking a slow, deep breath, he started knocking them back. Quick and easy, but by the 8th he was unsure of himself. By the 10th the room was starting to spin, and there was a healthy flush of red across his face.
"That's nothin'," he drawled, a thick southern american accent coming through for a brief moment.
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The room was already wobbling, but 5 more shots were placed in front of the young paladin. He stared at them for a moment, questioning how he'd gotten here, how his life had brought him to this point before shrugging, and downing them. The room spun, and they braced himself on the bar top.
"Okay... feelin' it."
XXX "If you can handle it."
"Of course I can handle it~!" His words slurred, laughter threatening to overtake his entire body. Keith picked up two of the shot glasses and tried to figure out how he was going to drink them at the same time. That registered as a bad idea and he drank them one at a time, knocking back the third with a blurry eyed sigh.
"I can handle...anything~~"
"Maybe that last one was a mistake~" Keith slurred, sitting the last shot glass down on the bar upside down and leaning back slightly on the barstool. "I'll be fiiiiine~!"
Keith leaned into the touch, laughing wholeheartedly. "Never been much of a drinker...really more of a stoner. I think laying down miiiight be a good idea~" his words slurred and the room spun. As Keith tried to rise to their feet, he stumbled. "Whoa~"
Taking Shiro's arm, Keith stumbled out of the bar with him, giggling quietly to himself. They leaned on Shiro for support, unsure of his own footing. The young paladin stumbled, laughing again. "The floor keeps moving," his volume control was out the window, voice low and quiet, barely a whisper.
"Never took you," a hiccup, he had the hiccups, "you for a drinker either, Lieutenant Shirogane~"
Keith sat up, shimmied off his shirt and squished himself out of their binder before pulling the shirt back on and tossing the constricting article of clothing onto the chair at the desk. He didn't care if Shiro saw him nude; wasn't the first time, wouldn't be the last, and with the amount of alcohol in his system, care was thrown out the window a long time ago.
They scooted back against the wall and patted the bed. "You're welcome to lay with me, Taka. I don't bite, promise."
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Keith stared at the shot glasses that had been lined up in front of him with heavy eyes. It was far too early for this. He'd barely recovered from last night, much less sobered up entirely. They ran a hand back through their hair and sighed. "Fine," one...two...three. And so on until every glass was empty.
"Happy now?"