#drunken muse

[grumpytrashpanda]

RP Starter

Our space raccoon is enjoying a night of drinks, re-blog this post with anything you’d like to ask or say to receive a drunken response in return. Have fun!!

[potions-and-halos]

Do angels get drunk on rpse water? OS THAT WHY I HAVE A STUMBLING DRUNKEN AZRAEL?! WHO GAVE HER THE ROSE WATER?!

[xleafyheartx]

Oh no! Jix got into some fermented berries! For every 🍓 I receive, Jix will share one drunken piece of leafling wisdom.

Bonus if you want to ask him an actual question to get his drunken response!

[gimmieabreakdown]

(open rp) Overcharge

Breakdown stumbled a bit, trying his best to stay upright in his overcharged state. He tried to carefully step over some discarded equipment, tripping and falling straight on his arf with a loud thunk. This only made the drunken bruise burst into yet another fit of giggles.

[rascal-rab-blog]

Round 3: 004. Today's World: Drunken Muse.

“Tomorrow? Tomorrow is a lie spit by optimistics! How can we rely on tomorrow? As sure as the sun will rise, how do we know… that overnight… the sun did not just explode! Or disappear! Or… or get stolen, even! We don’t, and thus we cannot rely on such things as waiting until tomorrow to accomplish something, or waiting until next week to start that diet you wanted, or wait for tomorrow to go out and shag, or… or… tomorrow is bullshit, that’s what it is. Everyone says it’s a sure thing, to always keep your head up because tomorrow might be a better day. No. You should keep your head up because in the next second you could die from some freak accident! Die… die and never see tomorrow like they said! It’s all very ridiculous. Thaddeus! Are you getting all of this?” Rabastan asked turning his head to look over the back of his chair to find he was alone in the blurred room. “Thaddeus!” He called again.

“Yes, sirs?” Thaddeus, his personal house elf answered as he appeared by the fireplace.

“I told you to take a memo!”

“No, this is the first time sir has called Thaddeus since delivering his Firewhiskey.”

“… Then who I was talking to?”

“Yourself, sirs.”

“… I see… well, there’s no point in re-ranting all that. My words will forever be gone in an abyss of nothing—“

“Sirs?”

“Thaddeus, take memo for me…”

“Very well.”

“Never…. Take memo of the things I say… when I am drunk.”

“Yes, sirs.”

“Go on now,” Rabastan said, waving his hand carelessly as he shifted himself in the armchair so his legs dangled over the side.

He pondered getting a potion to rid his drunken state, but decided what was the point. There was always tomorrow to be sober.