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bun-monchi · 2 months
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So, my friend and I were talking about felix from twf and looking up facts on Google. I looked up how tall he was and found some other lil facts like how he is "canonly autistic" and his full name. "Felix A. Kranken!"
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This had me giggling!!♡
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*Fifteen minutes later*
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Today's disabled characters of the day are Charlene Elizabeth Baltimore (Charly)/Samantha Caine from The Long Kiss Goodnight, who have amnesia, dissociative identity disorder, alcoholism, and a substance use disorder. They also suffered a traumatic injury
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[Image Description: Photo of Geena Davis portraying Charly/Samantha. In the photo Samantha is fronting. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a red coat, brown scarf, black undershirt, and silver berry pin on her chest. She has a light skin tone.]
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whump-blog · 2 years
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The Name of a Stranger
Ch.1 - Masterlist
CW: BBU, slavery, implied sex trafficking/prostitution, nudity, abuse, low self-esteem, alcoholic character, dehumanisation
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It was 4:50 p.m. and Trevor was leaning against his car waiting for Ray in the bar's parking lot. The last rays of sunlight were shining on the horizon and the sky was beginning to turn a bluish violet. The cold seeped through his jacket and with every breath steam escaped from his mouth.
As they had agreed the day before, at 5:00 p.m. he saw the guy coming out of the place dragging a dog carrier.
Through the metal bars of the cage, he could see that inside was the man he had seen the day before tied to the bed. As he relived the horrible memory, the anger, and the indignation he had felt also returned. But he needed to stay calm. He couldn't screw it up, not this time. So Trevor clenched his jaw and took a deep breath.
When Ray was standing just a few feet away from him, he let go of the dog carrier, causing the slave to whimper. The guy's response to this was to annoyingly kick the crate.
Before he lost his temper, Trevor interrupted the situation and asked Ray, "Do you have the box boy's documents?"
Ray took his attention off the person in the cage, turned to look at him and grinned, "I see you're hurried mate."
But the smile was short-lived as he saw the storm on Trevor's face. Ray promptly pulled several crumpled papers out of his jacket and handed them to him. "Here you go."
Trevor practically ripped the papers out of his hands and quickly read them. Once he was sure they were signed, he took a bag of money from inside his truck and shoved it into Ray's chest.
Ray didn't seem bothered by his attitude and opened the bag, smiling when he saw the content. "Hahaha, that's a lot of money for a fuck-toy! But," he chuckled, "you wanted this whore."
"Oh, by the way I almost forgot; here," from another of his pockets the guy pulled out an envelope and handed it to Trevor who looked at it confused, "What's this?"
"It's a little courtesy gift… I think you'll enjoy it" and without another word, Ray turned around and walked back inside the bar, counting the money as he smiled.
After that unpleasant moment, Trevor kept the envelope and took a few seconds to calm down with one of the exercises he had been taught in therapy. Once he could think a little more clearly, he focused on what he had to solve at that moment, and that was to free the box boy from his prison.
The poor thing was crumpled inside the cage, and like the day before, he had nothing on, except for a pink collar. Trevor was glad he had brought a blanket, which he was quick to fetch.
He approached the dog crate and struggled a little with the lock, trying to open it. From inside it, the man stared at him with large hazel eyes, framed by deep shadows that contrasted with his pale skin.
"Nice to meet you, sir" the pet greeted him timidly as he continued to struggle with the lock.
"Hi buddy," he replied nervous, "I'm going to get you out of here, just… just give me a sec-" The door opened with a clack, and Trevor hurried to place the light blue blanket around the man, trying not to look at him too much.
The pet clung to the blanket with one hand and crawled hesitantly out of the dog crate.
Once outside, Trevor offered him his hand. But the man looked at it, unsure whether to take it or not. He almost felt offended. But Trev thought that if he were in the pet's situation, he would also be cautious.
"Let me help you," Trevor offered, keeping his voice gentle.
When the pet finally took his hand, it felt cold and bony, like the hand of a corpse. And with that lifestyle, the poor thing probably hadn't been far from becoming one. Trevor said nothing and helped him to his feet.
Walking the few steps to the car was a slow process. The man was struggling to walk, and had only managed to reach the vehicle because he was leaning against his shoulder.
Once the pet was in the back seat, he asked, "Are you all right?"
"Yes sir. Thank you for your help, and… sorry for the inconvenience, it won't happen again," the slave replied politely, behind which a hint of nervousness was barely noticeable.
"You're all right, don't worry," he reassured him "make yourself comfortable, we're leaving" But as Trevor was about to close the back door the man raised his hand as if asking permission to ask a question.
"Yeah?"
"Erm… sir, don't forget the…" and without finishing the sentence, the pet pointed a slender finger in the direction of where the dog carrier had been left.
Although what he was really thinking was why a person would want to bring the object that was used to keep them trapped, he just replied "Oh, yes". Trevor closed the back door, picked up the dog carrier from the ground, placed it in the trunk and hurried into the car and out of the freezing weather. All he wanted to do was get out of there and go home.
He was in such a hurry that when he sat down in the driver's seat, he didn't notice an empty beer can he had left there. "Fuck," he cursed, throwing the can aside. I should clean the car, he thought as he observed how the rubbish had been piling up.
But more important, behind him, he heard the slave shifting nervously and hit himself mentally for acting like a noisy idiot.
Turning around and trying to play down the incident, he said, "By the way, my name is Trevor, Trevor Hale," his voice wavered for a moment, afraid he'd screwed up; worried that he'd scared the pet somehow, as he had done with others in the past.
When a few seconds passed without an answer he went on with a question "Do you have a name or… is there a way you would like me to call you?"
"Well, they call me Nicky sir," the man replied eagerly, "but if that name doesn't please you… you can call me whatever you wish, sir," he continued a little quieter.
"…well, I don't have a preference. If you like that name, that's fine with me."
After that statement, he seemed to have lifted a huge weight off Nicky's shoulders. As he was able to confirm with the pet's enthusiastic reply.
"Thank you sir, for granting me the privilege of a name."
Trevor opened his mouth to speak, but did not know what to say. He simply looked at Nicky in the rearview mirror and nodded. He put the keys in the ignition, the engine roared to life and the car shuddered. Trev turned on the heater and began to drive.
"Okay, we have a while until we get to the city, so if you want to lie down and sleep, that would be… fine."
Nicky didn't seem convinced by the idea at first, but it seems that exhaustion got the better of him. Not ten minutes into the drive and as he looked back once again, he could see the man asleep; clinging tightly to the blanket.
At some point it had become so dark that the road lights came on, adding a yellowish glow to the dark atmosphere.
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Special thanks to @whumpinthepot for proof reading this chapter.
Here is a drawing of this chapter :)
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dxrk-exprxssixns · 2 years
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Estoy borracho y me odio a mí mismo, ¿qué esperabas de mí? Sólo soy un fracaso.
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its-malarkey · 2 years
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Mindtober Day 5: “Trap” is Incerpheta, a girl who suddenly started receiving brief and vague visions of the future. Seeing too many terrible futures lead her to choose drinking so she wouldn’t have to think about what might happen. She’s in a trap of her visions and her alcoholism :’)
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canisalbus · 7 months
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✦ Tipsy ✦
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prokopetz · 2 years
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D&D warlock who’s literally just Fortunato from “The Cask of Amontillado”, having survived his immurement by making a deal with something in the dark, and the costume he was wearing the night he “died” has become the sign of his pact, so basically you’re playing as a depressed, alcoholic jester who sometimes has to run errands for He Who Waits Behind the Walls.
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lgbtlunaverse · 6 months
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I think it's really funny that out of 3zun the one that probably likes drinking alcohol the most is in fact Lan Xichen.
Nie Mingjue canonically doesn't like drinking very much. Qinghe alcohol is probably effective for use as paint stripper so he might have a decent tolerance, he just doesn't enjoy it.
Jin Guangyao has likely deliberately worked up the exact tolerance he needs to drink a socially appropiate amount of alcohol at events without actully getting drunk, because I think the act of not being of sound mind in public is like a horror movie to him.
But Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen invented a whole new cultivation trick just to bypass his family's "one sip and we pass the fuck out" piss poor tolerance gene so he can drink as much alcohol as he wants. This man wants to go get white girl drunk with his sworn brothers so bad and neither of them are into it please pray for him.
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somethingaboutmint · 9 months
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Here comes the specialest most precious boy of all time abd if you guys dont clap im blowing up the fucking building
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lunacias · 2 months
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these are the silt verses, and I name our disciples thus
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randomnerd737 · 1 month
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I was thinking about the 5 year anniversary video and
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it is interesting to me how Patton kind of decided for Logan what his role in the "family" would be. all the other sides chose it themselves, but he didn't get to.
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even when he actively objects it's played for laughs and never addressed. this happened too when Patton revealed his name for him, and I just think it's interesting to note that after all these years, Logan still never gets to decide anything when it comes to Thomas, or even himself, to an extent. it's just kind of decided for him and he is expected to just go along with it, similar to how it was when Thomas dyed his hair.
ik it's mainly a "haha wine mom" moment, but that doesn't take away from how angsty it gets when you think about it.
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splendidcyan · 2 months
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Me every May: gonna do merm stuff this year!!! [Doesn't do merm stuff]
Me this Feb: yea merm time
Some silly cringe self indulgent batfam doodles!!! Bruce Wayne is a diver and adopted baby mer Dick Grayson and tbhhh idk anything else LOL. Damian doesn't know how to swim bc he was raised in the desert so it's a good thing his big brother and favorite person can teach him :) this Bruce is a mix of Battinson and the arkham games, since that's what I'm most familiar with. I rlly like how pale and Victorian he looks lmao. Also DONT ask how Damian is breathing while he swims, magic or smth idk
Alcohol markers and gouache on smooth Bristol paper.
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Today's disabled character of the day is God from Adventures of God, who has narcissistic personality disorder, alcoholism, and ranidaphobia
Requested by Anon
[Image Description: Drawing of an old man standing on clouds. He is bald with some grey hair on the back of his head. He has a grey beard and brown eyes. He is wearing a white robe and wooden sandals.]
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firestorm09890 · 1 month
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Penny stardewvalley makes me so sad because she's SO sensitive to, like, basically everything you tell her (telling her that you can't stand children while two children are nearby is a pretty lousy move but -1500 friendship?? being a jerk to other characters' faces typically loses you about 50 points, and if you choose the option labeled "creepy" and ask Leah for a kiss in her 2 heart event she physically hits you and kicks you out of her house but that's only -100 friendship…) and so if you want to befriend her it's a whole lot of lying and tiptoeing around her feelings (2 hearts: George was right but saying that makes her feel bad. 6 hearts: her food sucks but even if you try to be polite about it she feels like a failure; only a bald-faced lie pleases her. 8 hearts: saying you don't want to be tied down with a family loses you a little bit of friendship and she's only happy if you say you want kids) and I can't help but think she's a product of her environment. She lives in a trailer with only her mother, who gets drunk every night and has something of a temper. Penny's like a skittish rescue animal who won’t even come out from hiding under something unless you leave her lots of treats
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medusaspeach · 1 year
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Nymphs, satyrs, and the ancient art of the kegstand. 🌿 twitter 🌿
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hal-monitor · 6 months
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“The Wind Beneath the Aspens”
-5 page pitch created during August of this year
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