#past alcoholism

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1095

TW: alcohol / emetophobia / spiking

Did you know that the most common method of spiking is with alcohol? 

That being said, your whumpee spends a carefree evening with friends. They’ve been sober for a while, and have truly worked hard to get to where they are now. So they sit back with a glass of coke at the bar, watching their friends do some drunk karaoke/fail miserably at hitting on people at the bar. 

When someone offers to buy the next round, they of course say yes, and they are brought another glass of coke (or your whumpees preferred soft drink. Whatever works). They’re thirsty, so they drink at least a quarter of it pretty quickly... but stop when they see someone laughing. 

Then it hits them. The taste of vodka on their tongue; clear as day. It burns. 

The perpetrators laugh as he tries to use someone else’s water to get it off their tongue. But the damage has already been done, and your whumpee panics. 

Maybe they rush to the toilets to make themselves throw up. Maybe they have a full blown panic attack, because they’ve ‘failed’  and don’t want to put their friends and family through that again. They’ve worked so hard, so fucking hard to get better...

A while later one of the more sober friends finds them in the cubicle, sobbing and apologising profusely. The sober friend tries to reassure them that it’s alright - that they’re still sober, and that they’ve done nothing wrong and they promise to keep an eye on your whumpee the next few days, as your whumpee is terrified of relapsing. 

When word reaches the more drunk friends... they are more than happy to ‘have a chat’ with the perpetrators.

#whump #writing #ideas #prompts #angst #panic attacks #tw: alcohol #tw: alcoholism #past alcoholism #sobriety #worry #fear #tw: emetophobia #tw: vomiting #spiking #relapse

[caelanglang]

The O(ccasionally)samu D(runk)azai

#drunk dazai bc hes the actual alcoholic one #also bc i wanted a very flustered chuuya #YES EVEN IF THEYRE MARRIED ALREADY BC WHY NOT #i hc drunk dazai is still pretty alert but then if he realizes its someone he someone he can trust (chuuya etc) he just goes soft boy mode #soft honest boy ehehe #also occasionally emotional and vulnerable and validation/reassurance seeking and chuuya always knows #okay i will stop rambling this was rotting my mind the past few days #playing wasia project's ur so pretty on the background when i was drawing these #behold. my therapy (real) #bsd #skk #my art #sketch #sketches #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #established skk

[acowardinmordor]

We should give Steve sepsis more often. Saves Eddie. Hospital busy. Used to walking off injuries. Hasn’t stopped to peel off the bandages because it hurts and touching it will hurt more. Nothing malign. He’s not kept from a doctor. It’s just a crazy day or two, and he’s stuck in guardian mode. He’s a little hazy and his entire body hurts and he’s sweating and breathing too fast, but hey, panic attacks do that, and he’s earned a bit of a freak out after all of this.

So it’s not until relief nurses arrive from nearby, and one of them actually turns to look at the kid guarding the wanted murderer that they see it.

#my ongoing love of #characters experiencing consequences #for things that canon blew past #give him sepsis and severe scars #and hearing damage and migraines and seizures and a fear of needles and an intolerance for drugs and alcohol #or as I whine about fic writing: #let the punch land

[whumpshaped]

tw addiction whump, alcohol, past trauma, pet whump, rocky recovery, flashbacks, emeto, paranoia, self-blame, self-deprecation, dehumanisation

Once Whumpee had gotten out and was allowed to make their own decisions again, they decided it would be prudent to make as many bad ones in as short a time frame as humanly possible. Their first trip out of the hospital had brought them straight to the liquor store, and they bought as much alcohol as their court settlement could pay for. They wanted nothing but to forget. Forget the trial, forget their captivity, forget…

Sit pretty for me. There you go, good boy. Aren’t you a good little pet?

They swallowed and threw the money on the counter, then grabbed their beverages and left without a word. They didn’t give the cashier enough time to recognise them from the news. 

The bottles kept clinking together quite obnoxiously as Whumpee struggled to bring all of them up the stairs to their apartment. They clinked even more as they tried to put them down one by one without breaking any so they could fish their key out of their pocket. They groaned when they realised they would have to repeat the whole thing again; pick up the bottles one by one, bring them inside, push the door closed with their hip, put them down one by one, lock the door.

They stared at the collection of all the different beverages they had laid out in front of them. Vodka, gin, whiskey, whatever they could find on the shelves, they’d bought. They had no idea what they liked. They doubted they liked any of it.

Whumpee glanced towards the window, shame immediately rising in their chest. What if someone saw them? Would the people judge them? Would the knowledge of their trauma make it worse in their mind or better? Would they accept them as just another failure of society, someone who had been too weak to handle the hand life had dealt them? Or would they scream and shout about the unfairness, the fact that someone as useless as them had been given such a large sum of money, only so they could blow it on substances?

They stepped up to the window and hastily closed the blinds. Nobody would see them like this. Not now, not ever.

-

Whumpee’s resolution to avoid others whenever they were wasted had crumbled in the first few days, because they’d thought it appropriate to go out and try to make friends. They had been so desperately lonely.

They’d woken up one day on a public bench, being watched over by a stranger. They had excused themself and rushed home, drowning out the memory with more alcohol right after having thrown up the last of the previous day’s shots.

But it seemed like their drunk mind wanted nothing but the tentative familiarity of that chance meeting to be repeated over and over again, because they found themself back on the bench every other day. Caretaker — as the stranger had introduced themself — was always kind to them, and always made sure no one else bothered them on their leisurely strolls. They were… different, odd, but a safe kind of odd, the kind of odd Whumpee felt comfortable inviting into their depressing little apartment after just a week of knowing them.

One week? Two weeks? Whumpee couldn’t remember. It hadn’t been a long time, probably, because their first supply of alcohol was still going strong.

“I don’t think I should,” Caretaker said awkwardly. “I mean… Are you sure you want me there?”

“Yeah… yeah, I… I don’t have anyone else, really…” they slurred, blissfully unaware of how much of a target they were putting on their back. It was nothing but luck that Caretaker didn’t jump on the opportunity to burgle the victim of one of the most famous legal cases, who, as everyone seemed to be aware of, was sitting on a pile of cash.

“Don’t say that,” they said quietly, and Whumpee instinctively assumed it was out of pity.

“Why? It’s true. Everyone knows, ‘cuz I walk around here every single fucking day, and I’m always fucking alone.” They gave Caretaker a lazy grin. “Not right now, I guess, but it’s not like you’re constantly with me, huh? And eeeeveryone hates me for it, they want me fucking gone, they want me off the public property, and away from their children, and they look at me like I’m no different than the pile of fucking trash they leave out every Tuesday!” 

“Alright, alright, but don’t fucking tell everyone that you’re constantly alone. At least lie about it.”

That made Whumpee stop in their tracks, their dumb smile faltering a little. “Huh?”

“There are bad people in this world, Whumpee. You should know that better than anyone. Just lie and say you’re going to a friend’s place, or going back home to your family. No need to make it known that you’re easy pickings.”

Whumpee stared at them blankly, trying to process the words. “Huh…?” Was Caretaker… not saying it as a means to comfort them? 

“I’ll explain one more time once we get to your place, if you still wanna bring me back.”

Of course they did. They wanted it more now than ever. 

-

“Pet me?” Whumpee asked abruptly.

“What? Like a dog?”

Whumpee tensed. Even in their drunken haze, the comparison sent them back to the place they’d so painstakingly escaped. “I… guess so.”

Caretaker seemed to notice the change in atmosphere too, and they put two and two together. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just surprised—”

“It doesn’t matter.” They pushed their head against Caretaker’s thigh. Admittedly, the alcohol made it easier to forget, even if not to forgive. “Pet me?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“I’m asking you.”

Caretaker hesitantly lifted a hand and placed it on top of Whumpee’s head. They carefully carded their fingers through the soft hair, gently scratching their scalp as they went. Whumpee had the feeling Caretaker was being overly cautious, so they nuzzled against their hand as a way of encouragement. 

“It’s okay if you think of me as a dog,” Whumpee said before they could stop themself. It wasn’t okay, but they didn’t want Caretaker to hold back on the headpats just because they thought it might trigger something in them. Even if it might.

“It’s not,” they said anyway. “I’d never think of you as a dog.” 

Whumpee huffed. “Maybe it’d make everything easier, honestly. You wouldn’t fault a dog for being useless. You’d just coo at it endlessly, everyone would. ‘Aww, look at that adorable, useless dog. Who cares what it can do for me? All it has to do is lie there and be adorable.’” 

“Do you think of yourself as a dog?” Caretaker asked softly.

“I sank lower than a dog ages ago, I think. I’d have to work really hard to get back up there. I’m more like… a roly poly.”

Caretaker petted them mutely for a while, repeating the pleasant motions and slowly lulling Whumpee to sleep. “I like roly polies,” they murmured before Whumpee could’ve fully drifted off. “And I like dogs too. But…” Their petting stopped, and they let out a heavy sigh. “I like you so much more and so differently than any animal.”

-

“You’re gonna die of alcohol poisoning one day, you know.”

“I’m gonna die of withdrawal…” Whumpee made a half-hearted attempt to get the bottle from Caretaker, but they held it up and out of their reach. “You know you can’t keep it from me if you want me alive…”

“Oh, I can. We’re gonna work on it, bit by bit. And right now, you’re not getting any.”

“Are you a doctor?”

“Nope.”

“You’re gonna kill me.”

Caretaker rolled their eyes. “I know what I’m doing.”

Whumpee rolled over onto their back, trying to ignore the nausea. The ceiling was swirling and morphing, and they had no desire to ever see it come to a stop again. “I’d rather get alcohol poisoning than die of withdrawal, I think. I don’t know how either of them are, but I know I don’t want to be sober.”

“Hopefully, you won’t ever know how either of them are.”

Whumpee scoffed. “I didn’t want to know what being a human pet was like, and here we are. Not only do I know, but thanks to the fucking trials, everyone else knows too.”

“That doesn’t mean everything you don’t want happening to you will suddenly happen. You don’t have to run head first into a wall just because you feel like it’s coming at you and you want to strike first. Walls don’t usually move. Not when you’re sober.”

“Huh?”

Caretaker sat down on the sofa next to them, gently rubbing their arm. “I think you deserve a better life, Whumpee. Even if you don’t want any.”

“I don’t—” The nausea suddenly became unbearable, and they pushed themself off the couch to stumble into the bathroom. They didn’t reach the toilet.

They had no idea what they’d meant to say before the accident. No one would ever know.

#whump #whump drabble #addiction whump #alcohol #past trauma #pet whump #recovery fic #flashbacks #emeto #paranoia #self-blame #self-deprecation #dehumanisation #comfort

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Geno: …so? Killer: hm? Geno: here to threaten me? or something Killer: no, i wanted to ask you why you're here. i've been asking that to everyone, because i'm curious Geno: i'm hosting the party. this is my house. Killer: damn. my boss made me come as a bodyguard Geno: does Nightmare need a bodyguard…? Killer: probably not!

#geno sans #killer sans #past events #alcohol #blood #wound #<- god fucking damn it Geno #'are you starting a new plotline/arc' no... #this blog is a manifestation of the writer/artist issue of starting a billion wips #the fact we're still on utmv is a miracle tbh #skeletons in suits... and a dress #queue

[laniidae-passerine]

I made my post about Dean Highbottom and then as I was writing my tags realised that his Hunger Games counterpart is Haymitch. and now my head is in my hands and I don’t think I’ll ever recover

#IM GOING TO CRY. I am part of the system I never wanted anything to do with it #I killed so many people without laying a hand on them. I never ever asked for this. I tried to say no. my hands are still bloody. #both turned to drugs to cope. both had a mentee who reminded them of someone they hated so much #(snow reminded the dean of his old friend. katniss reminded haymitch of himself) #both knew exactly how the games worked and all of its consequences because one made it and the other lived it #both lived in the shadows of the past and never really got out from it #but in the end one of them chose to be cruel to the children who they were asked to mentor #and the other loved even when it was killing him #god. twenty three years and they never managed to drown the fire out of him. his heart broke again and again #but he held onto those shards even as they made his hands bleed. and then one day two children appeared and pieced it back together #and some of it was missing and always would be. you can’t undo twenty three years of alcoholism and pain and grief and self loathing #but a lot of it was still there. far more than he ever even believed could have survived #Haymitch I love youuuuuuuuu I will always love you #and Dean Highbottom you were kinda cringe and lame. guynobody ass bitch. do better #haymitch abernathy #dean highbottom #thg #the hunger games #a ballad of songbirds and snakes #abosas

[octomyth]

Vacay Island time!

Fun little piece I made of my two boys.

Also first time in a while I’ve worked on backgrounds ^^

#digital art #art #artists on tumblr #my art #my artwork #trolls #trolls 3 #floyd’s apprentice #trolls au #dreamworks trolls #trolls floyd #trolls veneer #trolls band together #i stayed up past my bedtime for this #veneer fanart #veneer doesn’t like alcohol so he has a soda #they both are my little guys #my sons

[fuckingstrange]

Just imagine for a second..

Drunk!Spencer laying on the couch, shirt off because he got too hot and head rested in your lap. He stares up at you, his drunken mind taking five minutes before he can even coherently mutter out "you're the prettiest boyfriend I've had", and when you reply "Well, I'm your husband." with a laugh, Spencer gasps and says "oh my god no wayyy.."

Drunk!Spencer always gets really clingy, attached to you at the hip. He can't keep his hands or lips off of you, but in the most innocent way. He claims his hands are cold so he can hold yours, then claims his lips are cold so he can kiss you. If he's really drunk, he feels like he has to tell you he loves you every two minutes or he'll die.

Drunk!Spencer being so sleepy he just wants to curl up in bed with you and sleep. Whenever you protest and say "It's only 6pm", he'd say "then it's nap-time."

#I doubt he gets drunk #poor boy definitely can't hold his alcohol #id take care of him during a hangover frfr #emetophobia is no match to my love for him #I'll push past it #strange thoughts !!

[satsuha]

something i've been curious about based on some conversations i've had with friends in the past... i'd appreciate if you would reblog and add where you(r parents) are from!

#poll #cw alcohol #tw alcohol #it was an awkward moment when my friends told me they were surprised my parents drank alc so casually in front of me and them. lol #for context im korean and uh yeah anything you might know about the drinking culture is true #edit: writing the title of this poll in past tense was so obvious to me i forgot minors exist on this site... well anyway i cant edit it

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

ok so we're all in agreement that the way the show is handling trixie and matthew's storyline is complete shite right?

#call the midwife #call the midwife series 13 #don't usually like putting negativity in tags but.... i am seriously so frustrated by this lol #not only does it just... not make sense with EITHER characters #it also just feels like a totally lazy way to add drama... #like there's totally a way they could have added a money-issues storyline that could have been really interesting! #but pointless miscommunication? matthew being a chauvinistic dickhead? trixie have barely any of her own agency??? nah nah #fuck that lol #also looks like they're going to make her return to alcoholism in the finale which is completely annoying #like there were whole SERIES dedicated to her getting help with it!! #and it was amazing! it was one of the few times i've seen alcoholism depicted with such care on screen PARTICULARLY w/ a female character #uguhughuu idk #i'm just ranting here soz lol #and like ctm has made some very strange choices in terms of characters and plotlines in the past #but this one really feels like it's taking the piss imo lol...

[blinkpen]

under slightly different circumstances and with a slight genre tweak zoetrope and charlie would be those two dumbasses in an anime whose stubborn inability to fully open up and admit they are into one another in every way and need to just bang it out already manages to cause the apocalypse

#ask x #charlie k #zoetrope #monster boy #blood cw #alcohol cw #diversity win: the brick shithouse is Also mentally ill #just in a much more esoteric way that goes undetected bc he never talks about feelings / insists he has none to discuss #hey charlie you say there's nothing in you to meet any other partner half way but your ability to tend to zoe is endless #hey charlie #charlie why are you walking away get back here #charlie... we're on a bridge charlie #[haha i tricked you into reading all the tags and now you're feeling either confused or like the past just slapped you]

[itbmojojoejo]

Here, take these...

#its past my bedtime and i have an alcoholic beverage dont mind me just dropping these here #tom bennett #ewan mitchell #world on fire #wof #mojoedit

[rainymoodlet]

Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[Ep. Ten] A Night on the Town!

You’re gonna go, I know - ‘cause the free wind is blowing through you hair, and the days surround your daylight there…

These two went on into the early morning! There’s only one proper way to finish an all-night bar crawl, after all - greasy food and first kisses! 🥹 Congratulations, Fabian!

@rebouks

[ Part 2/2 ] 🌹

#ALLIGATOR LIZARDS IN THE AAAAIR 🐊 #ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #ts4 bachelor challenge #ts4 challenge #sim: daniel #fabian hawkins by rebouks #;kmik #|| #KORN OO AH OO AH AH SCREAMO NOISES #look at fkcing ROMANtic aHHH #listen okay all of these kisses (aHEM) have got me feeling SO. FUCKING. CRAZYYYY 🤪 #seeing dan be all intimate and soft like y’all don’t underSTAND he does not just go around KISSIN PEOPLE I’M #THATS MY BOYYYY #fabian was a delight the whole night - nothing but belly laughs from this guy ;) #they definitely both felt more comfortable bc of the veneer of alcohol #and i’m interested to see how they advance bc #i aint gon let them get drunk every time they hang out mwahaha #but oh my god even past that #it just allowed them to be who they are and be themselves #and omg fabian was a total joy #any nervousness or sadness or depressive self-doubt just got evaporated into beer foam like #he is so sweet and so obviously besotted with dan and ifs JUSTTR #HRGGGRGRGGGG BITING INTO THE SKIN OF MY OWN ARM #My babies kissin with the sun 🥹 #sorry this is so late!!! today’s been all over the place omg

[nanny-sc]

🔴 speak about drugs, alcohol and addiction, self bad vision of that (can be modified in the future...)🔴

Jake observes Dagger asking himself how he can fit in this group of good people:

Natasha is a little Mav, good, stubborn and strong woman who not let anybody to tell her what to do and how, tell her to not doing something and she will do it and perfectly.

Bob, the silent man who seems a little brother to protect but has a fire that warm people and burn who tries to put him (or one of his friend) down.

Javy has the capacity to make people calm, is the peace in every storm, everytime present for his friends with a good advices for all. A solid and silence presence.

Reuben and Mickey are the silly duo: the first one with his bet (who lost almost always) and his humor can make laugh everyone and Fanboy with his comment tease people without pity. But both can be serious and a perfect shoulder to rely on.

And Bradley... Bradley is the Sun: people gravitate towards him, he is warm and shining, a good leader for the team. Someone who know always what to do and say even if sometime he doubt about his capacity.

Naturally Flyboy adore them, since the first meet, the old pilots acted as uncles and dads for everyone.

But Jake dont belive he deserve it... They dont see the true him, only a mask for hiding how bad he is. They can know about his reputation in marine but not his past did of drugs and alcohol addiction. He is so ashamed about it, he was so weak to use drugs and alcohol for escape from his life.

Jake pretends, pretending to fit in the group, nobody know about the addiction, so is safe and can trick everybody to like him.

But someone know about Jake's past: Cain, who is petty about the succes of Mission and want revenge destroing the squad using Jake. So in the first social event of Marine the admiral tell everything.

Jake runs away, too afraid to face their delusion, until he is too tired and stop in a little beach. The blonde is not aware how much stay there.

"Slider and Goose, both, joined Marine for avoiding jail because drugs. Wolf started drink much after Top Gun, we found out thanks to Viper, who helped him to be sober again. In these years we all help Wolf and Slider to stay sober and clean... You dont know how much time Mav sleep in the couch because Sli didnt want to be alone, or how many time we reunite in Hollywood and Wolf house to be sure he cant drink alcohol.

Kiddo, nobody consider you less because your past, we all love you and yes you, even now we know. We love you si much, the only reason neither Slider, Wolf or Mav punch Cain in his face is because Little Goose did it first. We all are worried about you, we were afraid that you would do something bad... Something bad and lost you forever, we separated to search you, luckily, you are in my favorite place... But now come home, please, let your family to take care of you and show how much important are you for all us"

Jake cry so much that night, as never before, but happy to be with his family.

#top gun maverick #top gun #icemav #jake hangman seresin #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #tom iceman kazansky #natasha phoenix trace #bob top gun #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #leonard wolfman wolfe #ron slider kerner #goose bradshaw #past drugs addiction #past alcohol addiction #viper #family found #cain top gun #little hollywolf #icepops #pre hangster

[whumpshaped]

you‘ve absolutely re-awakened my love for drugged whumpees! what about a whumpee drugging themselves as a bad coping mechanism? maybe even specifically with a feel-good drug (because i loved those drabbles)! but this time a friend is there to take care of them and make sure they are safe, maybe they got some concerning messages from whumpee and went to visit them.

also because i am afraid of you and your angst (/positiv) please let this be comfy i am always in need of comfort

tw drugs, addiction, past trauma, alcohol mention

i love you sooo much

ive never had such a good friwnd u know that?

ur fucking awesome and we shuld hang out more

As touched as Caretaker was reading the messages, they didn’t sound like Whumpee in their usual state. They rarely ever got sappy like this, and they never resorted to the abbreviations unless they were too drunk to see the keyboard. There was something going on, and Caretaker hoped it was just a couple shots of vodka — despite it being 10 am.

“Hey, Whumpee?” They knocked on the door again, louder this time. “Can we hang out, like, right now? I brought some food.”

That was a bit of a stretch, but the door opened soon after they’d mentioned it. “That’s awesome,” they slurred, their excited grin faltering when they saw no bags in Caretaker’s hands. “Where’s it…?”

“I lied,” they said easily, gently guiding Whumpee back inside. “But I brought myself, and I can make you some food in a bit. Before that, though… Drinking in the morning again, are we?”

Whumpee gave them a sheepish smile, the promised free meal entirely forgotten. “Y’know how it is,” they said, giggling a little. “Some days y’just gotta… feel alive…”

Caretaker frowned. This felt different from when Whumpee was drunk. “What did you have?”

“Ah, just… just a bit of this and that…”

They stepped closer and cupped Whumpee’s face, taking a good look at their eyes. That didn’t look very promising. “Whumpee, did you take something?”

“Noooooo…” Whumpee tried to swat their hands away, with little success due to how uncoordinated their movements were. “No, you’re– you’re misunderstanding, ’m just… just happy to see you. Your pupils dilate when you look at someone you looove...”

Caretaker sighed. “I would like you to honestly tell me what you’ve taken. Please. I won’t judge, I won’t be mad, all I want is to stay here and take care of you, okay?”

It was like Whumpee didn’t even hear them. They kept nuzzling against Caretaker’s hands, almost purring as they did so. “You’re so warm…”

“Sure am.” They poked their cheek. “Whumpee, listen to me.”

“Would you ever kiss me?” they asked abruptly, unfocused eyes now fixed on Caretaker’s lips. “‘cause I really wanna kiss right now… Just once…”

Well, that wasn’t a direct answer to their previous questions, but it might as well have been. There was one drug they knew of that made Whumpee act like this, one they’d said they had quit months ago.

The one Whumper had gotten them hooked on.

“You wanna kiss me, specifically?” Caretaker knew well that Whumpee didn’t see them as anything other than a friend, and they weren’t the type to be going around kissing people platonically.

“Mmm, yeah… You’re a good kisser, I’m sure… I can tell stuff like that…”

Yeah, they’d definitely taken Whumper’s drugs. Fantastic. Apparently there was still someone out there who was supplying Whumpee, but that was a problem for another day.

“Tell you what,” they started gently. “Instead of kissing, we’ll go to the kitchen and I’ll make you some of your favourite food.”

Whumpee lit up instantly. “Deal!”

Caretaker kissed them on the forehead and led them to one of the chairs, making sure they were comfortable before walking over to the cupboards. They were going to have to keep Whumpee talking, so they could track their movements inside the house; they were prone to wandering whenever they were high, and they couldn’t keep staring at them while cooking.

In all honesty, there was not much Caretaker could do now that Whumpee had already taken the thing. They couldn’t even do much about the addiction itself that seemed to be ruining any semblance of a chance of a full recovery. But there was one thing they could do, and that was supervising their friend whenever the need arose.

#asks #whump #whump drabble #alcohol mention #addiction whump #recovery fic #rocky recovery #comfort #past trauma #drugs

[zipmode]

A little collection of moments with the gang. some are based on actual in-game cut scenes and some are just little things i made up in my head :thumbs up:

#zipmode art #bg3 #shadowheart #lae'zel #karlach #gale of waterdeep #astarion #wyll ravengard #bg3 tav #my ocs #conviction #yes 50 percent of these involve alcohol. conviction is not the healthiest of characters #been working on this the past few days LOL #honestly got me out of pretty dogshit art block since its my loosey goosey style. smiles