#drunk cw

[ask-the-royal-absol]

*When Destino had had a drink, it was difficult for them to stop. They had to get more. They wanted the drinks to wash away the pain that still flooded their cheek.*

One.

Two….stumble……

Three…………

Now, this had only happened to Destino on a couple of occasions. Alcohol wasn’t made often in the Underdark. And, with someone like the absol, it certainly had an affect on them. They were considered a lightweight for a reason. Destino wasn't going to make it out of tonight without saying something embarrassing.*

Destino: Here’s my…pledge…Fuck Felix…fucking punching me like that…who even does that? A shit…that’s who…I’m the damn prime……I fucking rule over him.....shit head.....

*Destino didn’t turn around. It’d probably make them feel incredibly dizzy. They stayed slouched on the gazebo wall, holding a shaky thumb up. They also carried a quarter filled glass which sloshed around as they moved their arm around. Destino was far too gone to care however. Their words slurred.*

Destino: Me? Ok? I’m fucking…fantastic…sssuuuuuppppeeeerrr ggggrrrreeeeaaaaatttt…peak physical fucking condition…ignoring the fact…my fucking friend punched me…have you ever had that happen……..it’s fucking stupid………..was I being an ass??? Sure…….maybe……but I’m always an ass……i can’t not be an ass…….ha……ass…….aaaaaassssssssssss…………hahahaha…… that’s such a funny…..fucking word….. you try saying it…….ass. Whoever made that word……deserves an award……as the prime…….of the Underdark………I think everyone should say ass once in their lives…….you know??????

@the-last-of-alto-mare

#pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokemon askblog #pokemon oc #ask blog #ask the royal absol #destino the absol #pokeask #ask #sinsibgala #Destino this ain’t healthy honey #alcohol cw #alcohol tw #drunk cw #drunk tw #drinking tw #drinking cw

[askdoeleaf]

hh..hey frieeennd.. I want to give you tHis! -drunk bloodthorn has handed you a feather-

It’s a crow feather btw also doeleaf is sober it just thinks plumage is cool

#mommyclan #doeleaf #doeleaf speaks #sorry for putting this ask off lol #literally just had shcool kick my. ass for a bit #drunk cw #drinking cw #cw drinking #it was nice to draw #doeleaf chillin I’ve been doin a lot of lore posts lately lols

[thesellsword]

ok bunward is a little drunk rn so like this if you want drunk bun/bronn in ur ask

#i think i am coherent enough for starters but we shall see #alcohol cw #drunk cw #out of payment. #also i'm so happy to be back and i love you all

[yourfavouritetragedy]

Day 3: Dunk with a bit of comfort

damn I know this is a super unrealistic portrayal of being drunk and also does NOT deliver on what it says it is, but enjoy! The challenge of doing this quick was fun. I should do more prompt things.

-

Don’t go looking to your ex-lover for comfort just because you got drunk. You shouldn’t need him. You don’t. You just want him. That might be worse. Is that worse? You’re not sure. 

The scene: Late night in the middle of June, maybe going to drizzle, who knows. The sun is long down, the sky black. It’s a bit cold, for the summer. Deserts as well as deserts-that-aren’t will do that to you.

He worked all day and stayed up late doing nothing, barely tired, starting drinking to fill the time. F*ck, Quackity’s an emotional drunk, he never wanted to be like this, like Schlatt. He starts crying a bit, wipes his eyes, eventually stops. Prime, how late is it? He’s not going to be like Schlatt. He refuses to. He’ll run his nation well and he’s never treat his— f*ck, he’s alone. So alone. 

The lover: Wilbur is alone. No, he’s lonely. Tommy will hang out with him all day, and their friends, brothers, and he’s got Ranboo, who actually seems to care about him? And everybody else too, but somehow, he’s still f*cking lonely.

If only he could sleep. Maybe then he would stop feeling like this. He just can’t, tonight. At least he did okay for the past few days; it’s unlikely he’ll pass out tomorrow. (Tommy hated it. Thought he’d straight up kneeled over and died. He said he was sorry but it wasn’t enough. Tommy gave him sleepy tea when Wilbur awoke to explain. He drinks it. Every night; Tommy always checks his stash and refills it. Some nights, like tonight, when his brain won’t shut off, it just doesn't cut it.) 

His thoughts turn, as they often do, to Quackity. Quackity, whose face is still perfect after everything that happened while he was away, who has He wonders how he’s doing on a night like this. He wonders what he’s doing right now. 

He wonders if Quackity keeps anything good behind that quartz bar. Wilbur does not have any alcohol because Wilbur has barely anything at all. What time is it? Late enough. It should be easy enough to sneak or break in and take some.

He gets out of bed and creeps to the city. The Las Nevadas lights flicker.

The drink: Imported from some place that doesn’t exist, vintage that’s probably years before it was made. Tastes good though. Looks classy, but not too fancy. Kind of thing that divorced women and widows love. Anyone who’s lost love, really, tragically. You.

He wants to find Wilbur.

He pushes the glass across the counter and considers pouring just a little more out. He taps the bottle to hear the sound it makes. 

And that’s when Wilbur Soot walks in like he owns the place. 

The night: starts to look up. “Quackity!” His face lights up. “How fortunate to find you here!” 

Q doesn’t have the energy to tell him to leave, just moves his shoulders awkwardly in something that’s neither a shrug nor turning away fully. He puts his head down on the table. 

“So!” Wilbur claps. Quackity winces. “What keeps you up this late?” 

Wilbur turned on the lights when he came in. “Dim the lights,” he says. They hurt his eyes. 

He shakes his head, but walks over to the switch. “So rude, aren’t you happy to see me?” 

Much better on his eyes. He raises his head and looks at Wilbur dead on for the first time. Same f*cking bastard, recognizable even in the dim lighting. What is in him to make him so perky at this hour? I wish you weren’t a perfect tragedy. “You’ve got such nice hair, Wil. And eyes, let me see your eyes.”

Wilbur walks back over to the bar and asks, “Are you drunk?” He leans closer, reading the expression on Quackity’s face and his situation. “Are you— are you lonely? If you are, that’s great, because I am too!”

“Yeah.” He says it simply. “Lonely.” He closes his eyes.

Absolutely drunk. “Oh, Big Q, let’s get you to bed.” He lifts his hair up, as if to check for a fever or something — who knows what goes on behind the pretty face — and Quackity feels his cheek flush from more than the alcohol. 

The walk home: It’s filled with little stumbles and sways. The streetlights dance. He giggles. 

“You know,” Quackity carefully speaks his words through his drunkenness, “I’m legally not allowed to consent right now. Otherwise I would kiss you. Well, ask you to.” He looks up at Wilbur, through dark eyelashes, and Wilbur’s breath catches in his throat. 

His hand not supporting Quackity flies to his mouth. “Oh! Big Q, we must continue this conversation in the morning.”

Quackity vaguely feels like he’s said something he didn’t want to, but he pushes the idea off. Wilbur is holding him, so clearly everything is right in the world. “Oh,” Wilbur says, “I don’t actually know where to put you.”

“That one,” Quackity says, simultaneously trying to gesture to a door and the pocket holding his key. He manages to get it out but drops it. Wilbur picks it up.

Home: He pushes Q inside and gently places him on the sofa. “‘m sick,” he protests. 

“What?” Wilbur had started to go get some water, but turns around. 

“Gonna be sick,” he clarifies, and he stumbles off the couch. Wilbur follows him to the bathroom. It’s a shiny, white place, and he feels out of place in it, his oily skin and dirty clothes. 

When Quackity kneels in front of the toilet, Wilbur holds back the hair that almost gets in his mouth.

He would focus on the touch if he weren’t already focusing on the nausea and its consequences. He mumbles something when he’s done, too distorted to be understood. Thanks pretty boy. 

“Remember to wash out your mouth,” he says. Q nods and does so, movements shaky. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” 

He points in the right direction and Wilbur supports him along. He pulls open the covers of the neatly made bed and helps Q into it. He turns to leave.

But. “Stay.”

So he does. It’s a very soft bed. He lies down just far away enough that it’s easy to pretend there isn’t another warm body in there, but Quackity moves over and clings to him. 

In all honesty, Wilbur isn’t used to the warmth and it makes him a bit uncomfortable, but it’s Quackity and for a moment he doesn’t feel so terribly alone and romantically unfulfilled.

He sleeps well, that night.

After: You hate yourself the next morning, but he doesn't hate you. He didn’t leave. You don’t tell him to get out. Four in the afternoon. “Goddamnit, Wilbur, are you gonna kiss me or not? I see you look like that and you know how I feel, man.”

#tntduo pride week 2022 #throwing up bit inspired by A Higher Power by Jens Lekman which is absolutel a tntduo song #tntduo #tnt duo #tntduo fic #c!quackbur #don't plan to post this on ao3 but maybe will if i do fics for remaing prompts #wilbur dream smp #c!quackity #drunk cw #alcohol cw #I said this #kinda uses the style of a fic i tired to write. four? years ago ahah #my writing

[justanothalyehr]

there is so much lemmon pepper in the water and in m y lungs, I'm suffering?

#drunk cw

[bricky-brikson]

Merry Whump of May

11/05/2022

“Lock the door.”

Rules | Blindfold | Miscalculation

Content Warnings: domestic abuse, child abuse, asthma attack, violent drunk, unhealthy relationship, yelling, drug usage, ableism, female whumper, male whumpee(s)

"Dad, it's almost midnight," Felix murmured, poking his acne-riddled head into Theodore's office. 

"Come in, and make sure you lock the door," Theodore sighed, throwing the key to his son. Felix did as he was told, coming to sit across from his father. "Everything is put away?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't touch the alcohol?"

"No."

"And the lights are on?"

"Yes."

"Good, good," Theodore sighed, leaning back in his chair. 

He would've relaxed, but it was impossible to feel calm when he knew what was coming. He just didn't know when. The two sat there silently for what felt like hours, eventually beginning to read to pass the time (and distract themselves from the sense of impending doom). Around 1 AM, they heard the front door slam shut. She was home. Both of them stared at the office door, not daring to exhale. 

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" they heard Margherita scream drunkenly from the first floor.

CRASH

Glass broke against the wall. Felix had left some of the cheap wine glasses out, hoping she would break them instead of the heirloom glassware. But he was not worrying about glassware now, he was hoping Margherita would go to bed without fuss so he and his father could sleep.

"I KNOW YOU'RE THERE, YOU LITTLE SHITS," Margherita began storming up the stairs.

Felix felt his chest tighten. No, no, not now, not now, he couldn't have an asthma attack now. Theodore and Felix exchanged panicked looks as the boy began to cough as quietly as he could. Margherita banged on the office door.

"I KNOW YOU'RE HIDING IN THERE!"

Felix felt his airway tighten further. Horrible raspy inhalations came from the boy as he struggled to breathe. Theodore looked between Felix and the door, frozen in thought. The boy's medicine wasn't kept in the office, he would have to leave to keep him from passing out. But on the other side was-

"OPEN THE DOOR, THEO, LET ME IN!" Margherita punched the door.

"I-I'm coming dear!" Theodore jumped to his feet, glancing at Felix, who was now on the floor trying to breathe. The door cracked open just barely.

"Let me in," Margherita hissed, her hair wild and eyes bloodshot.

"I need to get Felix's medicine," Theodore spoke shakily, unable to hide his fear.  

Margherita laughed. "Me and the girls used it all tonight. Guess the lil' tyke is gonna have to learn how to breathe on his own." 

"He- he can't breathe on his own!" Theodore began to sound more alarmed. 

"That's probably why he's passed out on your floor," Margherita pushed the door open further. Theodore turned and saw Felix limp on the carpet, arms still clasped around his abdomen. 

"No, nononono-" Theodore ran over and picked him up. "I have to get him to the hospital- move!"

Margherita stayed in the doorway. "I'm coming, I don't want to let that wretched spinster touch him."

"That's fine! Just please, Marghie, please move!"

Margherita raised an eyebrow and stepped to the side. "Oh, Theo, you're so cute when you're terrified."

🎵Margherita is a terrible person🎵

It’s a miracle both her kids survived, honestly.

@themerrywhumpofmay​

#domestic abuse cw #child abuse cw #asthma cw #drunk cw #yelling cw #drugs cw #ableism cw #female whumper #male whumpee #original story #original characters #theodore abner #margherita chiarello #felix abner #elizabeth nightshade #dear cassedy #brick scribbles #brick wall

[notherpuppet]

Some irl moments repped by the hazbin cast

#nothing like drunk and messy doodles #pls drink responsibly #especially this weekend since I can’t #have fun in my name #in the doctor bit I was Angel #in the bday party bit I was alastor and it was my roomie’s (Toby) bday #in the bagel incident I was tragically Lucifer and I’m still not over it because it was 2am and Ralph’s was closed and I couldn’t buy lox #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #shitpost #my doods #cw: alcohol #tw: alcohol

[felsicveins]

The road to forgiveness is paved with miles of bullying

#okay this is the last drunk JD art for a while HFJEJFKCJEJEJ #i just cant resist a fail girl #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls branch #branch trolls #branch #john dory #trolls john dory #john dory trolls #brozone #comic #tw drinking #tw alcohol #cw alcohol #alcohol mention #probably should do this for the other ones

[shrimperini]

❕CW alcohol❕

hi chelley fans💜💜💜💜💜 here’s a little comic. aperture discobar party. wheatley yearns for the pretty lady. i have thoughts about chelley. lots of them. ok bye (i might make a part two of this who knows who knows)

#my art #portal 2 #chell #wheatley #human wheatley #portal human au #chelley #chell x wheatley #wheatley x chell #cw alcohol #cw drunk #tw alcohol #arthur actually likes partying yes #arthur #rick #calvin #craig #angus

[thefreakandthehair]

a little fluff for @starrystevie's birthday! hope it's the absolute best day! ✨

Eddie misses Steve.

It's equal parts cute, and maybe a little pitiful because it's only three days in Chicago for his friend's Bachelor Party, but it's already been two days and he misses Steve. Bandit digs his claws into Eddie's thigh as he makes biscuits and begs for pets, curling up comfortably next to Eddie's lap and leaving Steve's side of the couch overwhelmingly cold and empty.

"I know, kid. I know," Eddie coos, scratching their cat behind the left ear as he purrs.

He's glad that Steve had been able to get the time off from work to go, and he's glad that Steve's made friends on his recreational basketball league, and he's not jealous. At all. Not even a little bit.

... Okay, maybe he is a little bit jealous that Brandon gets to see him sweaty and gross in the June heat, running around doing whatever jock-activity they've planned in the backyard of their rented house all weekend, but who can blame him? Steve never gives him a reason to feel insecure so he knows this isn't about Steve. It's not rooted in anything even remotely related to him or their relationship— it's all about Eddie and the nasty voice in the back of his head that pulls out a bullhorn and screams not good enough on a loop.

Condensation from the beer in his free hand drips down his wrist as he rests his elbow on the arm of the couch. It's not the first time he's felt this way, and Steve himself has admitted to feeling the same way from time to time, so he knows that it'll pass. He just needs to focus on something else: DND campaign planning, sketching, writing, cracking out the ol' guitar. He could rewatch Howard the Duck for the hundredth time, or maybe even Labyrinth—

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Eddie's phone buzzes on the coffee table and he fully expects it to be Gareth or Jeff, or maybe Robin. They have plans later that night, both of them missing Steve and all. What he doesn't expect is a series of text messages and 19 photos from Steve.

How funny. It's been five years since they'd become EddieandSteve but seeing Steve's name and smiling photo on his phone sets his little hummingbird heart aflutter even still.

steve 👑: it's so goddamn hot here steve 👑: we're playing cornhole now and just threw a football around steve 👑: sweating all the beer and vodka out as a I go, that's healthy, right? don't worry, I'm drinking a shit ton of water.

Steve includes a selfie of himself, smiling closed-lipped with a baseball cap on backwards and the neck of his tee-shirt drenched in sweat. Eddie wants to lick him dry and that's a thought he'll never tell a living soul, probably not even Steve. No, no definitely not Steve. He'll never live that one down.

steve 👑: oh, and fishing was good! we made some bets on who could catch the most and then who could catch the biggest. I tied for first place for the biggest and I caught 17. brandon got 20 so he won that bet. I'm only letting it go because it's his bachelor party lmao

Eddie swipes to the next photo, one of Steve and Brandon holding their two biggest catches. Steve's sunglasses are sliding down his nose, no doubt from the sun warming his glistening skin, and he's smiling wide against the railing of a boat. As much as he misses him, Eddie can't help but mirror his smile. Call him lovesick or 'down bad', as Robin says, but seeing Steve happy makes him happy.

He continues swiping and reading the little blurb attached to each photo, some of which don't even include Steve but Eddie appreciates them all the same. They don't include Steve, but it feels a lot like Steve trying include Eddie in the weekend. The last picture is one of the entire group, all dozen or so guys lined up on the ship. Brandon stands in the center surrounded by the rest of the group with Steve shuffled in no meaningful spot but to Eddie, Steve is the center of every photo, every moment, everything.

Eddie starts to type a response when his phone dings again. This time, Steve sends a voice message and Eddie presses play so quickly, he nearly knocks poor Bandit off his lap.

Hey, takin' a break from cornhole. I won, by the way, had to make up for losing to Brandon in the fishing bet.

Steve laughs and Eddie's stomach flips. Robin's right. He's down very, very bad for this man.

But I just uh, I miss you, and I know maybe that's sorta lame but I do. The party's great and all, but I can't wait to get back home tomorrow. Tell the kid I said hi. I love you, Ed.

He replays it a few times and shamelessly taps Keep so it doesn't disappear before sending his own voice message.

It's no more lame than me sitting here with Bandit sharing how much we miss you, so you get a pass. I mean, you get a pass on everything all the time, but don't let that go to your pretty head, okay? I'm so fucking glad you're having fun and sowing your jocky oats, but selfishly, I can't wait for you to get home. I'll make it worth your while.

He huffs air through his nose and laughs low in his throat.

Oh, and Robin's coming by in a little bit so I'm gonna grab a bottle of wine. Don't be surprised if you get a FaceTime call later. I love you too, Stevie. So goddamn much.

Eddie sure does miss Steve, but it stings a little less knowing that Steve misses him, too.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steddie ficlets #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things ficlets #st fic #st ficlet #myblurbs #myfic #alcohol cw #eddie and robin do indeed facetime steve later a little wine drunk and steve obviously answers immediately #he misses his boyfriend and his best friend so fucking much #he gets to pass the phone around a little bit and introduce everyone #proudly (and a little drunkenly) proclaiming how much he loves his two favorite people #they play two truths and a lie over facetime with the rest of the bachelor party #when steve gets home the next day eddie and robin get standing invites to everything forever <3333 #no one look at me this idea came from nowhere and i know it's not any of my wips BUT the worms drive the bus

[ask-the-royal-absol]

(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons) Rimi @ Destino: "Oh, Desty's now drunk." she gets a little embarassed "I'll try to warn you, like my friends tried to do it. But, it's too late. Now what are ya gonna do? Causin' chaos?"

*Destino heard the voice talking to them and dropped the glass with the almost drunken champagne down below. An audible smash was heard as it fell onto the outside of the gazebo. They spun on their heels, using the wall to prevent themselves from spinning too far. The drinks made them feel incredibly dizzy.*

Destino: Getting some more……..great plan………and don’t even think about……stopping me………..ha………..

*Pushing themselves off the wall, they stumbled before walking away from the gazebo. Destino found it incredibly tricky walking straight and so bumped into Rimi whilst making their way towards the large building. Their new mission, get more booze and try not to run into Felix along the way. What would Felix think of them in this state? Destino didn’t care about that at the moment. The only thing that they cared about was getting wasted so that they could forget about the previous incident.*

#pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokemon askblog #pokemon oc #ask blog #ask the royal absol #destino the absol #pokeask #ask #sinsibgala #drinking tw #drinking cw #alcohol tw #alcohol cw #drunk tw #drunk cw

[catcze]

NO BC LISTEN.

WIRO REACTING TO HIS CRUSH/LOVER WEARING A SUIT. LIKE IT FITS THEIR FRAME SO PERFECTLY AND SNUGLY AND WDYM “WHY IS HE LOOKING” OFC HE’S LOOKING LIKE HELLO???

I can’t tell if he would shameless let his eyes roam or would avoid looking at them KDIDKSKSK WIRO BRAINROT IS SO REALL

KAJNSDSA BROOO OMG okokokok something along the lines but 👀

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

You're fiddling with the cuffs of your suit as you exit the changing room, a frown on your face. You're nervous— of course you are! It's not often that you're invited to a high-profile, black-tie event like this, and you'd rather not stick out like a sore thumb.

Wriothesley, who sits comfortably in a plush armchair, has been invited before though. But time and time again he's turned down the invites with some of the most ludicrous excuses. 'A monster is attacking the fortress' is one of his most used ones, closely followed by 'a bird shat on the shoulder of my suit.' But you wonder why he's accepted this time, despite his distaste for the limelight. Well, you shrug, pocketing the thought for later. At least you won't be going alone.

"What do you think?" You pose the question to him, still frowning as you look down at yourself. Did you look okay? Was the fit alright? Did this color wash you out? You had splurged on this (well. Wriothesley splurged on this, technically. He had said it's a gift) and had the suit custom-done, so it should fit your measurements to an exact, but... you frown, not able to shake off the nerves.

And it doesn't help that Wriothesley hasn't said anything since you've stepped out, either. Merely stares at you, eyes roaming your figure. Even at your question, he acts like he hadn't even heard it. Does the suit look that bad?

"Wrio?"

That seems to reach him, and he blinks, finally registering that he's been staring at you— and that you've begun to stare back.

"Oh, uh. Yeah, it looks nice on you. The tailor did a very good job," he says, glancing away, hoping you don't see the red tinge to his cheeks or his ears.

"Really?" You ask, evaluating yourself in the mirror with a frown. "I don't know. I feel like I look like a mess."

"if you look like a mess, then I dread to think what I look like," he says, glancing at you for a second, getting an eyeful of you in that damn good suit, and feels his mouth dry up again. Wriothesley turns his eyes to the corner of the room, finding the fake palm plant there incredibly interesting. Barely more interesting than you. In that very flattering suit. It emphasizes your body very well, he thinks. Makes him see just enough of you while still leaving some to the imagination. And the color you chose for it... red and black, to match what he'll wear, you said. He sighs, troubled, because just the mere memory of it has his heart racing and his palms sweating.

You keep criticizing your reflection for a while longer, and it takes just enough time for Wriothesley to work up the self-control to look your way. "You look good," he says at last. Then clears his throat. His face feels hot. "Better than good, even. You don't have anything to worry about, I promise."

It placates you, because you finally give your own reflection a rest. You back away from the mirror, humming. "If you say so. Thank you, Wrio," you tell him, flashing him a small, shy smile just before you back up into the changing room once more to take it off.

Once you're out of the vicinity, Wriothesley drops his head into his palms, groaning softly.

if he's this much of a mess around you at a fitting, he wonders how much of a fool he could make himself at the actual event.

#astronetwrk #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw gn reader #genshin impact #wriothesley #Fun fact he alr rejected the invite before he learned you were also invited & would attend lmao #as soon as he knew you were going he wrote up a follow up letter going smthn like 'NO WAIT EXCUSE ME CHANGE OF PLANS I WILL ATTEND' #babe i will b so honest im drunk as a skunk rn so if its bad im so sorry ill edit come morening ily mwah mwah #<-tag from last night when I was planning 2 post drunk but decided to hold on to it HAJJDS dw dw i edited it alr

[iluvdubstep]

#coke lines #coca?ne #cocaína #girls who snort #snorting cocaine #drugblr #drug abuse #drugs cw #tw drugs #drunk #drunkposting #hotel #drug memes #c0ke #c0caine

[justanothalyehr]

gonna give that bitch a stereo system, gonna put in the filter, gonna give him some marimos--BITCHES LOVE MARIMOS... i love you remmy

#drunk cw #ladies and gentlemen #this idiot right here

[lackingdaisies]

misadventures in flirting ft. zib and mordecai

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy cats #mordecai heller #dorian zibowski #zib lackadaisy #i drew the thing #cw: guns #*queues this post while rum drunk* #future me is gonna have a fun jump scare :)

[ooeygooeyghoul]

Embarrassing photo from a Scion party sometime during ARR that resurfaces to haunt them occasionally. Taken back when they still hated each other (but they're both too wasted to care).

They still don't know who took the photo to this day, and no one will spill the beans.

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #thancred waters #au ra #for fun #my art #wolship #wolcred #primordial flame: shiun kazumasa #cw slight nudity #rare shiun smile- too bad it's only when he's drunk AHA #i love drawing over memes I should do it more often