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#cw: wine
ruvigapo · 2 years
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That's what happened right????
(Based on that one post somewhat)
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A Favorite Beverage
Stardew Valley WriteTober Day 15 (Prompt List)
Leah preferred red wine: dark and dry, perfect for an evening of pondering the bygone day. She had a variety of bottles on hand, each ready with their wisdom depending on the day she had had. The glass, as well, had to be carefully selected. The right body to go with the right wine, accenting the aroma, letting the wine tell its full tale along the tongue. 
Leah stared at the glass in her hand, the rich dark color - more of a dark burgundy than true red. The glass, an old fall favorite, perfect for merlots. But it was wrong. Everything about it was wrong. The taste was all at once too bitter and too sweet - conflicting, not telling a story so much as waging war against her tastebuds. She was certain it wasn’t her own choices; the pour, the glass, the age of the bottle. This should have been a delectable night. Instead she needed to purge her pallet. 
She picked up the offending bottle. A new brand, yes, but she had tasted several bottles at the winery and they were all pleasant. This one had been her favorite, a blueberry merlot, the perfect mix of summer fruit and fall harvest. The taste she remembered had been gentle and plump, a wine that was as easy on the nose as it was on the tongue. With wavering certainty, she sipped from the glass. 
Paint thinner. She’d rather drink paint thinner.
She set down the glass with a sigh of defeat. Had she simply imagined how she had liked the bottle? Had it gotten too warm over the summer? Her night already ruined, she sat in bitter defeat, swirling the glass. She really did like the color. It could have been a lovely display piece had she not already opened the bottle. She glanced at her sculptures, waiting in her studio. Wine-Stained Wood had a nice ring to it, and at least then the bottle wouldn’t go to waste. 
She poured her glass back into the bottle, corking it with a little more force than she needed and left the bottle near her latest piece. There was still time to get a glass from the Saloon, if she walked quickly. 
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skullzy20 · 2 months
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Doodle dump from the whiteboard hosted by @pandeesall !! :]
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thefreakandthehair · 10 months
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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.
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crunchchute · 5 days
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Shotgun wedding
Inspo from a Mac Conner artwork; uncropped under the cut - slight blood cw
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redwineflowers · 5 months
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My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears
I hear something calling me
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kissingchoso · 6 months
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boyfriend!choso fulfilling your greatest fantasy and being ghostface for halloween.
cw: mask kink, degradation, shitty writing.
y’all this is my short horny piece for halloween so lol enjoy to the 5 peeps who will read this
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you think you’re on the other side of the club away from him. you periodically check the many party goers and their costumes around you to ensure you don’t see a long, white mask. you’re walking away from the bar when you felt your phone vibrate and a message popping up across your screen that has your heart palpating faster than normal.
“i see you.”
you whip your head to the left and right, scanning the sea of drunken adults for a familiar silhouette but none comes. you’re about to step forward to change your location but someone from behind you catches your wrist before you can take another step. whipping your head around, you’re met with an all too familiar mask staring down at you. the lights are too dim in the party to make out the eyes, but just from the familiar grip alone, you know you’re staring up at your boyfriend.
he says your name once, tugging you closer until you’re chest to chest with him. “caught you,” he says with his normal tone, but you can make out a hint of smugness in there.
your glossed lips pout up at him, upset that he found you only five minutes into this little game of hide and seek you started.
“you do have a height advantage,” you complained, reaching up to push the mask up over his face so that it rests on the top of his head. you had the pleasure of adding some more makeup on his face, adding a dark eyeshadow around his eyes and even creating some false scars on his cheekbones and jaw.
“you never gave me any rules,” choso says before stepping forward, hand coming to rest on your hips.
you frown a little bit before you look up at his eyes, noting the way his face still had hints of a smirk, proud for completing his simple task of finding you.
“well, you won fair and square, i guess. what do you want then?”
choso pauses to stare at you. he’d never thought this far. while he didn’t doubt his abilities to find you in this crowded space, he wasn’t necessarily doing it for the purpose of winning. he just found himself at your side naturally, despite the space between you two. so while he racked his brain for simple prizes he could claim, he thought back to earlier while you two were getting ready for this evening.
you were seated on his lap, finishing his very basic makeup look. when you had finished with adding the makeup around his eyes, the iconic mask was slipped over his face and he remembers staring at you through the spaces of the eyes and remembering the subtle way your lower lip found its way between your teeth and the way your eyes flicked up and down to scan his body before you shyly shot up and finished getting ready yourself.
maybe choso can use this to his advantage.
“i have an idea.” is all he can offer you.
the next ten minutes are a blur. because in the first few minutes he’s dragging you out of the club with his mask pulled back down and in the next you’re laying in the back seat of his dodge challenger with his large body looming over you. everything about his aura has changed. nothing like your service dom boyfriend who usually waits for you to give him the go ahead. it’s swapped with this arrogant man who tells you nothing but simple commands.
he tells you to strip, you strip.
take his cock out, you’re undoing the button and zipper of his jeans before tugging them down with his boxers.
he adjusts the both of you in his car so he’s now seated comfortably. “fuck yourself on it, sweetheart.” he commanded with a muffled voice underneath his mask.
and god, this is the only time you hesitate. on any normal occasion, your boyfriend is horribly against this sort of thing but you’re proven wrong the moment he fists for the back of your hair, wrapping the locs around his fist.
“did i fucking stutter?”
“n-no, mr. ghostface,” you stammer out, fresh tears springing up in your eyes but choso knows it’s for show. he can fucking smell your arousal from underneath your tiny skirt.
“then do what i say and fuck yourself stupid on my cock. and don’t stop until i tell you to.”
“y-yes!”
happy halloween 🎃
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spookyflavors · 1 year
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A lil'bit of wine for @zenubi-scribbles ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ (Also, please follow them! They are such an amazing person and artist!!)
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myreputatioooon · 22 days
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Eldritch crptid batfam au I made three days ago in meme
idea inspired from writing prompts in memes, and these Lady Gotham AUs
Cryptid batman prompt & au
cryptid batfam cuz lady gotham (dpxdc)
cryptid batfamily writing prompt memes
eldritch batfam writing prompt memes
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((bonus points if you can figure out which memes are and aren't in-universe btw, doubly do if you can do all of them because I sure can't minus like the last two lmao))
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amielot · 11 months
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Assisted Respiration
Been wanting to clean up some January sketches . Dreamling week enabled me -> the ocean prompt
That siren au by @moorishflower
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chrollohearttags · 26 days
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tonight’s dinner ✨🤍 (my fat ass gotta stay off Pinterest fr lmao)
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thevirtualworld · 2 months
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There's chaos on the rise / The sky is raining knives / We have mistaken The toll that is taken / On you and I / You and I (You and I) - Sign Of The Times, Three Days Grace
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Boots n Bombs Stimboard for @aromanticdata in blue and red.
X X X - X 💣 X - X X X
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hrokkall · 11 months
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Creature of steel... watch how much ethanol I can drink
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one-time-i-dreamt · 11 months
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For my birthday we went to the liquor store and I got a whole shopping cart full of wine and whiskey.
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blueparadis · 3 months
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kokonoi does not book hotel rooms unless there is a chair by the bed, just one. a single one but spacious enough for a man to put one of his legs on the other, elbow rested on the hand-rest, chin glued to the back of the palm so he can play with the girl he chose for tonight to his heart's content, while inui watches like a hungry hawk. territorial and petty it may seem when he uses a blindfold on her, at sessions like this but it was Inui who suggested the idea.
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crayonurchin · 10 months
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It's very hard to not compare myself to others nearing their 27th birthday. But when I compare myself to myself, I can recognise that going out with friends for a nice evening of food, laughing and a film, is miles and miles away from the quivering mess of destroyed mental health I used to be. Someone who was trapped by a failed school system, multiple grooming incidents, a believe my neurodivergence was just personal failings and the totally unknown OCD.
I am the best 26, nearly 27 year old I could possibly be. And by 28, I will be better still, because I love every single version of myself I have ever been. Those girls deserve how I am, and how I will become.
So please, this disability awareness month. Look at yourself, and see the things you've grown in to. Look at how you've blossomed. It doesn't matter if you're still budding in a potted plant while others are huge rose bushes. Your roots are spreading, your petals are growing, and you are the best you can be right now. No matter where that is, THAT is a good thing. All your pain is valid and how you feel is real, but please don't give up. No matter how hopeless if feels, please stay alive another minute. An hour. A day. You really don't know when you'll suddenly stop wanting to die, because being alive got a bit better.
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