#alcohol dreams

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I made a viral meme thing that went like, “Bro doesn’t even know he’s a metaphor for _____” and it would be stuff like capitalism and alcoholics n such, I believe someone used it on me and I was a metaphor for insecurities and it messed me up a little.

#dream #text #December #December 21st 2023 #meme #viral #capitalism #alcoholism tw

[zu-is-here]

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#tw drunk #tw vomit #zu art #comic #studio #zudio #cross!sans #dream!sans #undertale #undertale au #utmv #ok the most homoerotic moment of the story is over so sorry cream enjoyers— /hj xp #now kids; look at [Dream] and remember that alcohol will never solve your problems (ù_ú'') #thank you guys so much for 18 200+!! <3

[xianyoon]

@ the bar alhaitham x gn!reader. mdni with this post. no explicit sex but suggestive themes.

thinking of . . . modern!au alhaitham who brings you to the rooftop bar, straight in the heart of the city, after work.

imagine the indirect kisses shared over sneaky tastes of each other's drinks and lipstick stains on his glass of negroni – you can certainly feel him placing his broad hand on your thigh as he scopes out the other people in the room. it's a subtle acknowledgement that he's there not only as your companion, but as your guardian too.

think of the kisses that happen as you both lean over the railing, gazing down at the hustle and bustle of the city's nightlife happening on the ground. people start looking like ants ; nothing quite makes you feel as powerful as casting your gaze upon the city below.

you can see how alhaitham changes after a few drinks. he looks dazed – to most, he's the same alhaitham as ever – but he looks slightly off to you. drunk, tipsy, a reddened blush dusting his cheeks as he fans himself, lest he gets too hungry for a certain someone sitting across from him. calm him down, sweetheart ; you're the only ice pack that works. perch yourself sweetly on his lap and lean against his chest, and he'd hold you a little tighter in return.

alhaitham's tie soon comes off, pulled and stretched between his hands as he tenderly wraps it around his bandaged fists, putting it back in his work bag for laundry when he got home. his shirt's topmost button seems to find its way out of its hole – leaving a peek, a glimpse of his chest out for you. place a gentle hand on his chest, drag your finger down the middle lovingly, send a message to others that he's yours.

he stares down anyone else who tries to sneak a glimpse of you at your table. at first glance, alhaitham seems cold – calculative, unchanging – until he brings you into his embrace holding the back of your neck, pressing kisses all over and waiting for yours to make its mark on his cheek – marking him as yours. and you as his.

#MINORS DO NOT INTERACT W THIS POST #― latest brew. #― ying's dreams. #based this off a brainrot i sent to aims a while back but with haithie this time HEHEE ! #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #mdni #tw alcohol #cw alcohol #cw alcohol mention

[anonbeadraws]

Illustration commission for @comiclz of Charlie in one of her, more interesting dreams 🌈 ✨commission info in source link below✨

#anonbeadraws #commission #dnd commission #dnd #scene #illustration #digital art #digital #tw alcohol #rainbow #bar #liminal space #dream #wolf #elf

[5tupidusrnam3]

My first marker drawing on marker paper yay

Bye

#my art #alcohol markers #bright colors #cw bright colors #zombie #the power of two #barf bag tpot #tpot #bfdi #bfb #tpot 9 #osc art #object show community #object shows #osc #battle for dream island #i am considering tagging every bfdi post i make or reblog witth hashtag special interest because i love this show so flufflinf much #i think about it basically all the time like i love bfdi somfndmuch #barf bag bfb

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Before an after.

How do you create one of the worse sequels I have ever seen? Welp, Love Never Dies is probably the perfect example. I could rant for hours about that.

I think my relationship with it is the purest form of a love-hate relationship, as it's so bad it's almost funny. If anyone wants to know, shoot me an ask, and I will explain whyyyyyyy

*takes breath*

Anyway, I drew Nightmare in the Red Death Outfit from the Masquerade scene, and ohhhhhh, I love ittttt. Yet another outfit that the movie didn't do justice, seeing it on stage was fantastic!! And it's actually a reference to another book called "The Masquerade of the Red Death" and it is essentially a huge FU to everyone at the party.

I'm gonna say it againnn anyone who's a fan of the movie should listen to the 25th anniversary sound track, my poor gf has had to listen to me rambling about it lol.

Original cross jakei95

Original Dream and Nightmare by jokublog

Crossover is by me

And @zu-is-here you asked me to tag you, here you go!

#undertale au #my art #undertale multiverse #shipping #sansest #cross x dream #dream x cross #sanscest #so in this sequel #they not only ruined the characters of all 3 leads #but utterly recked the story of the original #turned the story about death and love and manipulation into a lame love triangle #need i remind you that eric was only a love intrest till half way though thr original play #from that point onwards he was rhe villain #and roual no #look how they massacred my boy #the sweet and loveing man who practically begged christen to let him die and save himself #oh hes an alcoholic now cuz that makes sense #this story was all because Andrew Loid Webber was self inserting himself hard into eric #and once you notice it its so obvious that is all it is #dont even get my started on meg everything about the twist with meg ruins the ending kfnthe original #dreammare #the phantom of the opera cross over #cross over #the slap fight is mostly a joke #but if anyone has watched devil take the hindmost then youll know this is the exact vibe it gives off #also i wanna clarify that there is nothing wrongggg with liking it #like its very much a fanfiction #no denying its flaws but if you wanted Christine to ens up with phantom here you go

[bugflies00]

can you draw ctntduo. You dont have to but i mean if u did. Youknow. Just tjinkabout it (/lh)

no

#tntduo #wilbur soot #quackity #dream smp #wilbur soot fanart #quackity fanart #dream smp fanart #tntduo fanart #c!tntduo #alex.arts.jpg #alex.asks.txt #cw alcohol

[kitty-safe-space]

Friendly reminder you're still valid and you're not "weird" if you:

dont have/dont want a cg

wear/want to wear diapers in a sfw way

wear/want to wear a collar or tail/ears in a sfw way

dont have/want any little gear

dont use any community labels

are still figuring out your regression

you have a fully adult life outside of agere (e.g if you are sexually active, drink, work, etc)

dont fit the stereotype of the "agere aesthetic"

aren't white, skinny, neurotypical, etc.

are a boy, nonbinary, trans, etc

are lgbt+ in general

are disabled and/or mentally ill

get sad/struggle with your mental health while regressing

regress because of/to deal with trauma

your regression is yours, you know yourself, and as long as you're staying safe and not hurting anyone, no one can tell you otherwise.

Dni: lgbt+ exclusionists, r/adfems, ns/fw, e/d, s/h or discourse blogs, pr0ship, anti-agere/petre/sfw cglre or if you call people cringe because of their interests.

#agere #age regression #age dreaming #agedre #agere caregiver #agere textpost #caregiver comfort #sfw caregiver #agedre textpost #agere cg #cg comfort #sfw cg #cg blog #caregiver textpost #caregiver blog #age regression caregiver #boy agere #agere boy #agere blog #boy regressor #petre #pet regression #padded regressor #diabled regressor #noncom agere #poc regressor #mentions of sex #mentions of alcohol #🧋 gender neutral 🧋 #🧋 queue 🧋

[clownehonk]

Twinkle twinkle little star Alcoholics don't get far Unless they drink and drive Let's go for a ride

#jschlatt #schlatt #dsmp schlatt #schlatt fanart #jschlatt fanart #uhhhh #my art #dsmp fanart #dream smp #alcoholism tw #alcohol tw #implied death tw #eyestrain tw

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I put Jesus in a bottle of tequila as a party trick. Him being in there made the bottle substantially lighter, so I have concluded that Jesus is a gaseous being that is lighter than air.

#dream #jesus #tequila #alcohol cw #party trick

[hhoneycloves]

His cheeks are warm like the sun.

[Do not tag as ship]

#honeycloves art #Lost in a Dream RP #cccc #THIS PIECE!!! this piece this piece this piece #i cannot get over this #this is like. my second favorite scene rn. #i paired alcohol marker with the highlighters this time and it ended up being so lovely #TEX IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS. IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS TEX.

[elmhat]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Purpled pours Dream a drink

So technically this is my own event — @sixteenth-day-event — and technically I'm the one who's supposed to make the prompts, but listen. I felt left out. I wasn't even planning to do anything originally, I literally wrote this today. There were a few prompts left over from other people's suggestions, so I randomized them to get one for myself. (Based on my own preferences, of course.) So I hope you enjoy!

~

CW: alcohol issues

// dsmp rp

If Dream had to describe Purpled’s base in a word, it would be claustrophobic. Both in the literal sense, all tight stone passageways and rooms with far too few exits, and in the abstract but ultimately more important sense that this place could easily swallow him whole. Unfamiliar territory was always a risk; if this was a trap, he was already in it.

Still, it was better than meeting out in the open, and Dream could frankly deal with a little discomfort if it led to Las Nevadas in flames.

“So what’s in it for you?” Purpled asked him. He poured his own drink first. Figured. “I mean, you hate Las Nevadas, how do I know you’re not gonna fuck me over the same way as Quackity?”

Dream, sitting at the table with him, chose his words carefully. “I just think that… it’s not good for anyone, y’know, if unstable people… are in positions of power.”

Purpled gave a wry smirk. “You think I’m stable?”

Dream considered. “I think that you’re reliable.”

Purpled looked suspicious of his answer, but satisfied enough not to question it.

As he went to pour Dream a drink, something inside of Dream twisted. Coiled, then writhed, then shriveled. He wanted to stop him but he didn't. He did nothing; just watched the alcohol spill into the glass.

“To chaos, then,” said Purpled, raising his own glass before taking a sip.

Dream smiled. Not that Purpled could see it; it was more for himself than anyone. “To reliable chaos.” He didn't really think that Purpled was reliable—he didn't know him well enough to make that call—but trust was a vital component of any alliance. In small doses.

Dream was sure that Purpled was thinking about trust, too, when he noticed that Dream wasn't drinking.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

Dream waved him off hurriedly. “No, no, it’s not, it’s just— I don’t know, it’s not, like— me. My taste. I guess.”

Purpled raised an eyebrow. “Right.”

Dream should have just said he didn't drink. That would be normal. That would have made more sense than whatever just left his mouth. As it was, they were left with stilted silence.

When Purpled took another drink, movements slow and methodical, he stared pointedly through Dream’s mask. “D’you think I’m poisoning you?”

“What? Why would I— No! Obviously not!”

The thought hadn't even crossed Dream’s mind—although now Purpled was making him consider it. Instead, he looked at the glass and he thought about obsidian and he thought about lava, and he suddenly felt very sick.

Purpled was still watching—no, judging him. Dream knew that expression from Sam: it meant that he thought Dream was lying. Because everyone, always, thought Dream was lying. So, lifting his mask, Dream picked up his glass and took a long, deliberate swig, and he tried not to let it touch his tongue.

“Happy?” he said when the glass hit the table.

“Dude, you don't have to drink if you don't— Whatever.” Purpled shook his head mildly. “You can do what you want.”

Dream was suddenly aware of how incredibly weird he was being—but it was fine. Purpled was fine; it would be fine. The sooner this alliance was over, the better.

#cw alcohol #c!dream #c!purpled #dreblr #sixteenthdayevent #drabbles #elm fics #my writing

[cuubism]

A heist for a crown for a king? 🤔👑

yes. dream deserves a crown. dream insists he doesn't need a crown, everybody knows he is king. also he has his helm. hob says how many times i gotta tell you it's not about NEEDING it. it's about how fucking sexy you'll look. that's the priority. also you deserve it. dream is still flummoxed.

may i propose a DREAM heist for a DREAM crown.

--

Hob was... definitely going to get in trouble for this.

"We're definitely going to get in trouble for this," said Matthew, perched on his shoulder. He tittered nervously. And Matthew was one of the most ride-or-die people-- birds?-- Hob had ever met, so this was not a good sign. "Like. Getting my wings cut off trouble."

"He's not going to cut your fucking wings off, Jesus Christ," said Hob. He crept through the dreamspace, keeping to the shadows so as to try to avoid alerting the dream itself to their presence. "Drawing and quartering is a lot more entertaining."

"HOB. What the fuck." Matthew's claws dug into his skin like he really did mean to separate Hob's arm from his shoulder.

Hob shrugged. "Didn't live through 'ye olde medieval times,' as you put it, for nothing."

"I didn't call it that."

"Yeah, you did. That's what I get for agreeing to watch A Knight's Tale, I suppose."

Matthew squawked. "It's a good movie!"

"It was a good movie right up until it managed to convince you that "We Will Rock You" was actually sung at jousts," said Hob.

"In my defense--" started Matthew, then clacked his beak shut. "Nah, actually, I don't have a defense for that. I must have been totally sloshed."

Hob snorted. "Oh, you were."

"Well, who decided it was a good idea to feed Bailey's to a raven?"

"There was no point at which I thought it was a good decision," said Hob. He couldn't help his grin. "I just don't mind making a bad one."

"And here I thought we were friends."

Hob slipped through a doorway, ducking around the next corner. The dream castle was significantly more winding than a real one. It was slow going.

He started humming to himself, an incongruously jaunty old execution ballad. "His quarters stand not all together, But ye mai hap to ring them thether..."

"I'm begging you to stop," said Matthew. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a serious problem?"

Hob laughed. "Many times."

A small group of people -- figments of the dreamscape -- strode around the corner. Hob ducked into a tiny alcove, one which hadn't been there before he'd thought of needing it. He was gradually getting better at manipulating the Dreaming.

And his heart was hammering. Dream theft or not, it was thrilling.

"Never thought I'd be part of fucking Inception," grumbled Matthew, peering to see if it was all clear.

Hob crept back out into the hall and up a spiral staircase. "This is way more fun than Inception."

"And way more dangerous."

"You loved the last outing!"

"Yeah, that one didn't involve sneaking around in my boss's subconscious."

Hob rolled his eyes. "It's not Dream's subconscious." Finally at the center of the absolute maze that was the castle, he spied his prize, and slipped right through the bulletproof glass to get at it. On a stand at the center of the room sat the most gorgeous tiara, a winding thing of diamond leaves and ruby berries. He grinned. "It's the Princess's."

He swiped the thing from its stand, leaving a weight in its place for the pressured alarm he was sure still existed even in a dream.

"Dream is the Dreaming, dude. We're gonna get caught."

"Well, that's why you're here, isn't it? It's normal for you to be in dreams, it's not for me. You're my cover. You'll make it way less likely for Dream to--"

And they were yanked from the dream.

"Drawn and quartered!" Matthew squeaked, and then they were standing in the throne room.

Dream was, of course, standing a few steps up on the grand staircase, glaring at them. Glaring at Hob, really. Matthew squawked again in fright, puffing up his feathers. Hob just grinned back at Dream.

"When I gave you free run of the Dreaming," Dream started, some of the menace Hob had heard him use with rogue nightmares on display, "this was not what I meant."

Hob wasn't afraid of Dream, though. Never had been. "Don't take it out on Matthew," he said. "Wasn't his idea."

Dream's stormy gaze flickered over to Matthew. "Matthew, you are dismissed. I will deal with you later."

Matthew didn't need to be told twice. He winged away out of the throne room, calling back, "Good luck with getting drawn and quartered, Hob!"

Dream raised an eyebrow. He still looked dreadfully unamused. "Drawn and quartered?"

"We've watched too many medieval movies," Hob explained.

"Ah." His gaze found the tiara clasped in Hob's hand. "What, exactly, is that?"

He obviously knew. It was made of dream stuff, after all. Still, Hob knelt and held it out to him. "For my liege."

Dream strode down the few steps separating them, fluid as water streaming over a fall, his long cloak trailing behind him. Majestic creature. Majestic king. Did he really expect Hob to be at all normal about it?

Dream plucked the tiara from Hob's hands. He tilted it back and forth. The light through the stained glass illuminated it in every color imaginable and cast refracted rainbows on his face. "You stole it from a dream."

Hob flashed him a crooked grin. "Guilty."

Dream tipped his head up with one fingertip under his chin, until Hob's neck was craned back and he was meeting his gaze. "That," he drawled, his eyes flashing dark, "is very disrespectful."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes." Dream didn't release Hob's chin; if anything, he leaned closer so Hob had to look up even further. "Did you think you would not be caught? Creeping around in my halls?"

"We'll, I'm very good," Hob said. This was hardly the first thing he'd stolen for Dream, though it was the first one he'd attempted in the Dreaming.

"Or perhaps," continued Dream, and the darkness in his eyes looked hungry, now, though no less dangerous. "Perhaps, you wanted to be caught."

Hob winked at him, cheeks heating. "Well. I may be good, but I could hardly expect you not to feel it when it's your skirts I was rustling under."

"Is that what you were doing?" Dream swept his thumb along Hob's lip, dipping into his mouth. "Fiending for punishment?"

"Just trying to please my lord. Are you pleased, my love?"

"That is not quite the word I would use, dearest one." A sharp smile was creeping its way onto his lips, eyes burning with a dark warmth, like smoldering coals.

He placed the tiara on Hob's head.

Shadows dripped from it, falling over Hob's shoulders and back. Dream's hands lingered at Hob's temples, stroking his hair back behind his ears.

"Devoted one." His voice rumbled pleasantly through Hob's body, and Hob shivered. "Mischievous one. What am I to do with you?"

"Only whatever you want," said Hob, leaning into his touch. "As usual."

"Hmm. I think..."

Shadows fell around the throne room, dropped from the ceiling like banners and speckled like blackened stars. Hob knew those shadows, knew the way they were meant to intimidate though they did nothing but make him want more, make him hungrier, make him want to hold Dream close in every meaning of the word.

And he knew that bright darkness in his lover's eyes, too. The sky during an eclipse.

Dream drew him back to his feet. Hob stumbled in so they were a breath apart.

"Whatever prize you were seeking when you embarked on this foolhardy task?" Dream hummed, just before pulling Hob in to meet his lips. "I think you should claim it."

#this got slightly kinkier than intended #that seems to happen a lot with these two #actually not even slightly. it's a LOT kinkier than intended #bandit hob / lord dream dynamic #which i am increasingly weak for #tfw ur lover is super dangerous actually but u love it #monsterfucker hob #the execution ballad hob's singing is a real thing btw XD #dreamling #dreamling fic #ask #magnusbae #hob gadling #dream of the endless #my writing #alcohol cw

[little-pup-pip]

Happy New Year!!

#new year #!!! #i love new years #i always drink sparkling grape juice #so i thought I'd feature it here! #and also make sure people know that it's not alcoholic #because i wouldn't feature that here! #anyway happy new years! #i hope it's a good one! #sfw interaction only #moodboard #sfw agere #age regression #agere #sfw littlespace #agere moodboard #age dreaming #middle regression #cw food #food mention #food #food cw

[neolxzr]

moar sketchbook pages

#quin sketches #invader zim #zim #tak #skoodge #gir #tallest miyuki #tallest red #tallest purple #rapr #'believe it or not the tallests are actually gay' 'elaborate on that' 'no' #i figured i might as well post my traditional stuff aswell #ive been doing it a lot lately #its fun!!! #im gonna be getting some alcohol markers later this month so thatll be extra fun #right now i have like. 12 markers some highlighters and a dream #i love you tallest miyuki…. i wish u were real #i should draw her again #actually was considering drawing tatr... #theyve been occupying my thoughts lately #i love u alien lesbians who have never met <3

[thecryptidart1st]

No, I was absolutely caught off-guard by John Oliver explaining how Chuck E. Cheese used to be sketchy as hell, almost as if two guys from the 1970s made it through a ton of ABBA, drugs, and sleepless nights

(Also Hello Minerva)

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #soldered wires #henry emily #william afton #minerva emily #mrs. emily #sammy's mom #emily family #mrs. emily debut #1973 #john oliver #last week tonight #chuck e cheese #theres so much audio to extract from this last week tonight #im writing this all down #i joke about william and henry being 70s men and fredbear's/freddy's being drug and alcohol induced fever dreams #i cant believe i wasnt that far off apparently #and i felt this was the best time to introduce minerva emily as a result #because she made them get enough sleep and get sober enough to reel back the perverted burlesque house they were making #gregory resembles his grandmother #he inherited her sarcasm