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intoxpetting · 3 months

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wine drunk on the sofa and daddy groped me and pulled my tits out to enjoy 🩷🩷🍷

#forced intox #intox play #intoxication play #cnc free use #cnc stalking #intox cnc #rough cnc #weed intox #weed kink #bd/sm kink #wine drunk #red wine #this is me #intoxication tw #intoxication kink

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stuffed-and-adorable · 1 month

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Good little drunk piggys order pizza for a bed time snacks 🤤🐷

#feed me #fat #fat babe #fat belly #feeding kink #stuffed-and-adorable #feedee belly #get me fatter #belly expansion #get me drunk #wine drunk #drunk #feedee piggy

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chubbyregulus · 7 months

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in greek mythology, dionysus’ closest companion, and the one most revered by mortals, was silenus, a satyr known for constantly drinking to the point of being so drunk he had to be carried around from place to place, the wine bottle never leaving his grasp. imagine, silenus, with his huge, round, wine filled belly sloshing as the other satyrs, less drunk but only just, struggle under his weight and try to parade him around, hiccupping and belching through wine-sweet crooning. the satyrs finally have to take a break, and they gracelessly let silenus fall to the ground before whipping out their own bottles and flasks and joining their idol on the ground. silenus barely notices they’re not moving anymore, continuing his crooning, and chugging down wine until he topples over onto the other satyrs, who of course help him hold the bottle to his lips, just a giant tangle of wobbling drunken happy fatties. imagine you, mortal, watching this scene unfold with longing and desire burning in you and deciding to approach them. when you get close, silenus notices you and leers lopsidedly, thrusting his bottle out, leaving you no choice but to take it. the minute the wine touches your lips, you can’t help but tip the whole thing back, sending sweet strong wine rushing down your throat until you’re licking the rim for any last drop. you too, collapse down, joining the pile of drunkards, smiling as you accept another bottle, and then another, and then another, and then you are indistinguishable from the rest of silenus’ band, tottering drunk with a bulging sloshing belly, supporting the weight of your leader, spreading merriment and drunkenness wherever you go.

#intox #intox k1nk #intox feedism #belly kink #beer belly #wg text #wine #wine drunk #satyr #silenus #fat belly #chub kink #mind break #dumbification #drinking #intoxication kink #intox belly

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cherryblossom-babyy · 1 year

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gonna-let-it-happen · 6 months

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Still think wine drunk is the best kind of drunk.

#tipsy #wine #saturday night #wine drunk #who’s around?#bored #send asks #talk to me

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monsterspet · 5 months

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Tav is clearly the God of Defiance

You’ll need to excuse the ramblings of a writer that is a bottle of wine deep for this. But clearly, in my mind? Tav is the God of Defiance.

Across all of the companion quests, the ideal outcome is “No, you adorable moron, what this God/Lich/Devil/Vampire wants for/from you is terrible. Choose your own path. These divine bastards can fuck right off.” and that stance just… Works out well for Tav? Even when considering that you are facing down against the Grand Design of an elder brain as the focal point of the main quest, Tav straight up decides, “No - screw you - screw this - I’m not allowing that to happen” with no real repercussions to that.

Across the story, you as the player character come up against what would be to you and I as insurmountable odds and just… brute forces their way through to the outcome that they want?

You anger multiple gods or godlike entities, and instead of being wiped from the face of the Forgotten Realms the story just continues right along as if you didn’t just paint a massive divine target on your back?

In every companion questline, the team you form around you over the course of the story become stronger or more powerful in their own ways BECAUSE they listen to you when you tell them to ignore the powers that be and choose for themselves. Which as a whole makes the team stronger - makes TAV stronger. Because while a God in the context of the Forgotten Realms needs to be worshipped? A God of Defiance wouldn’t need to be. Every day when a mortal in the realms wakes up and chooses to live, to persevere in the face of the entire world around them conspiring to kill them? That’s an act of defiance, and that’s a prayer to God.

So when Gale decides after talking with you that he won’t blow himself on Mystra’s command? Tav gets stronger. When Wyll defies Mizora and refuses to kill an innocent Karlach? Tav becomes stronger. Because the people around them become more empowered in their ability to self determine their own fate.

We could go more meta and argue that clearly Tav is a God because they are operated by the player, a being outside the realm which the story is taking place in. An omniscient being with knowledge the characters simply don’t have. The ability to choose to not accept a roll of the dice, to explore the multitudes of choices available and simply to choose to return to a prior point to make a decision that aligns with your personal story preference the best in the long term.

But why do you need to when quite frankly Tav should have been a name in that book of forgotten/dead gods in the crypt where you first meet Withers?

Do I also like the idea (as a massive brat) of telling Ao, god of all gods, that in fact, no, I will not simply stop interfering with the lives of mortals? That by telling me that I can’t that you have given me all the power in this situation to do just that? Or that I could in theory punch Mystra in the face as Tav for implying that Gale could win her favour back by blowing himself up? It’s at least part of that.

In my mind Tav simply can’t explain this to their companions, that maybe Ao got a little pissy when he realised his mistake. Something along the lines of “Unless they already know or figure it out you can’t tell mortals that you’re a literal GOD. And no - I’m not allowing you to weasel your way out of this one Tav.”

And here comes my fic idea that I may or may not already have imagined at least a dozen chapters for:

Could you imagine the plot twist when you first meet Elminster? Your companions are questioning why the gods can’t interfere and the old wizard is just sitting there like “You do realise there’s already a God among you?” and it turns out Tav put themselves into a situation where they would be tadpole’d because it allows them to directly interfere because this is no longer a problem affecting mortals but also the Gods? The fact that this 1300 year old wizard (who must have figured it out along the way across his many adventures) points out your godly essence allows you in that moment to become this divine bastion against all the shit your companions are facing - people who have very quickly become important friends or lovers to you over the course of your little adventure? And now you no longer have to pretend to be this dumb nobody that just so happened to be spearheading this mission to save Faerun? Damn, I want that fic. I might write that fic.

Listen, if Stephanie Meyer can Mary Sue her way into a multiple book/movie deal I’m just saying that I should be allowed to get away with this in fanfiction.

#bg3 #bg3 tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 headcanons #fic ideas #mary sue #wine drunk #clearly a bad idea #i make no apologies #tav is god

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intoxpetting · 3 months

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Nice dress. Tits sitting right in them