hey Pinniee.......so i recently stumbled across a new..........certain interest of mine.... and that may ormay not be gettting exteremely turned on when i drink and am encouraged to drink.....I feel like Gallon would like this for obvious reasons but....are there any others that mayhaps....indulge this certain interest of mine? the remasters are brilliant!!!! by the way! you're truly an amazing artist and i find myself thinking of your characters and world semi frequently (especially in unrelated situations and im just like????okay but theyd match my freak<3)
TW: Noncon on most of these
Who likes getting you stupid drunk?
Fank-e is an unlikely candidate, you'd think. But this robot has a particular obsession with seeing squishies out of their mind. That's why he always has stashes of psychostimulants and boosts- Generally many mind-altering substances. Logically, the machine doesn't do drugs, it can't. But it likes seeing you tripping the fuck out of orbit, and stuffing his hands everywhere while you're at it. Alcohol is really no different. Even when you get sick form it, Fank-e's still hovering over you in excitement.
In the same way Jayde doesn't mind buying affection, he also doesn't mind buying you a few drinks for it. Are you sure you can handle Hell's alcohol? Are you? Then show him. Take a few shots with the imp. He's got less body mass than you, so surely... Jayde loves the way you get sloppier with each sip, when you can barely hold yourself together and giggle at all his lame jokes. He likes how he can slide a hand into your shirt and you barely care. You're so pretty like this, letting him take you anywhere, touch you anywhere.
Lacai can and will use pheromones often, but sometimes, it's a bit of a challenge to use other means of getting someone into his hands. Drinks? Oh, he can afford some of the best, he knows places where the ambiance is just right and every glass is served to aesthetic perfection. Oh, just another one, Lacai promises that next one looks even more gorgeous. Take a photo of it, post it somewhere. Not many people get the privilege. One moment you're looking at your drink, the next the world is spinning and his tongue is inside your mouth.
Fasma is a bum. Misery loooves company. He's such a piece of shit for dragging a pretty thing like you down with him. Really, you've got a lot to look forward to, kid. You're not like him. But if there's anyone he'd love to have some drinks with, it'd be you. You're just too gorgeous, let him treat you to the finer stuff, make this old man some company. He's totally not grinning watching you get wasted, totally not going to slip his fingers into your skirt and watch you slump all open. Yer such a lightweight, he'd feel bad stealing from you even if he didn't like you.
Liter is heavy into alcohol. You're talking about the slime that got Gallon into his craft. Liter plies anyone he likes with drink and good vibes, he's a great talker too, so you're bound to stick around. While he's careful not to give you something crazy, what he does offer is sure to have you blackout hammered. It burns your throat but it burns so good, doesn't it? Yeah that one gets him in a mood too. You poor thing, come closer, he'll hold you so you don't fall, inside him...
Shags isn't a drinker. Buuuut, he shares a similar fascination to Fank-e, in a less intense manner. There's something about seeing the way you transform before his very own eyes, Shags always stocks up on the drinks you like, excitedly following your drunken rambling and engaging in your shenanigans. Please, have all you like, he can afford it, and it makes him so happy to see you so satisfied. Even the way you hold the glass is beautiful... He waits until you pass out somewhere, and promptly lets all his built up arousal seep off him like waves. You're in good hands, rest well...
Caius does enjoy getting blood drunk. And here's a funny thing- You don't even need alcohol to get drunk with him. Just let him feed a little too long and you'll see, that funny little lightheaded feeling that takes you over. He does so love caressing you in that state, singing your praises. Caius does, however, like joining festivities with his own drink, though always encourages you to have more with a blood-soaked grin. Oh what a joy you are like this! He loves jolly people- You're a magnet. And may the heavens damn him if the Magister isn't making the most out of it. Dance, dance with him...
Vorticia is a refined woman -When she's not pigging out at the table- She's incredibly fond of Gluttony's wines and whiskeys and all that good stuff. Flavored alcohol is especially to her tastes, and she knows you'll enjoy it too, you have an eye for this after all. There's nothing like long conversations across the halls, watching you stumble on shaky legs like a doe, until the Queen is carrying you to your chambers, still holding a glass to your lips. Doesn't she spoil you? Don't you like this?
Dishonorable mentions
Mooncalf. Everyone knows fae are indulgent, trapping you with food is common, but so is offering good alcohol. While Mooncalf is not typically the fae type you'd associate with liquor and such, he still delights in occasionally getting you drunk. You already belong to him, so why not celebrate, always?! Be jolly, be wild, be crazy with him, dance like a butterfly under the moonlight with him!
Rinx. He loves to watch you eat, he also loves to watch you drink, no wonder he likes watching you get drunk too. He's more excited and curious than aroused, but it's only a matter of time until he starts pawing at you, particularly if you're the type of drunk that gets a little frisky.
Patches and Stitches. One is a desperate opportunist, the other just likes to embarrass you, a match made in anything but heaven. Patches will subtly keep edging you new drinks, Stitches sloshes shots in his head and dunks them into your mouth like a horror show. You're wobbling your way into their hands regardless of who's piloting....
Cero doesn't so much enjoy the drunk part as he does the wardrobe malfunction that follows. Your helpless state as you slump there barely capable of making a phrase, dress askew, bra peeking, hair unkempt. You're hopeless. And he's steaming alive.
Inspired by this trend where wives forgot to make their lunch for work, so they ask their husbands to make it for them.
Same thing but you ask, Morell, Liter, Ludwig, Obie, Mervin, Berle, and Babesly to make your lunches.
[I did see a very unlucky girl getting some dogshit lunch from her trash husband. Feel quite sorry for her.]
They pack lunch for you
Morell stuffs way too much stuff in. At the very least, he's good with organizing space and making the most out of useful tupperware. A top tier packer, you have everything you need to keep your diet well-rounded and satisfying. What he sends you is healthy and sports impeccable presentation, but there's always one or two guilty little deserts in there "Jus' ta get your sugar up". Your coworkers are jealous. While there aren't love notes, he does arrange things in a lovey-dovey pattern sometimes, with syrup or the shape of some eggs.
Liter makes the mistake of packing more drinks than he should. An erroneous assumption that you need to hydrate as much as him. There's variety, sure, but you probably want to sink your teeth on something, as opposed to sloshing down all kinds of flavored nutrient-heavy drinks kept fresh in isothermal bottles with labels. He keeps trying to convince you to have your actual lunch break with him, so you can head out and eat a proper place. They're good lunches in terms of dietary necessities and low caloric intake, but they lack a little something. He does call you for most of your break, so you might as well get a straw.
Ludwig is not... The most proficient. But he's trying. Most of what he eats in breaks is junk, and he doesn't want that for you. So, when in doubt, sandwiches. He has some trouble packing them in without bending the bread weirdly, but he won't downsize either. You'll need all of that, surely. Too many ingredients in one sandwich? No, of course not! He's a little anxious that you think they'll be dogshit, so he also packs little containers with snacks he knows you prefer. Just in case. There's a note with money in it at the bottom, telling you to blow his money in case he fucked up royally. With a smiley face. And oh- Shit, he forgot a drink...
Obie is another one that packs too much. He uh, makes weird mixtures. There's always a main dish of sorts, which a loaded tupperware of is sent, but also many other ones that combine salted stuff with sweets and otherwise combinations that can produce an unholy flavor. At least the drinks are normal, whatever he notices you're fond of. Obie is a bit of a wildcard, you never really know what he's going to pack next, but he is pretty good at cooking, even if he makes things a bit too savory at times. You can feel the love put in it, and he does draw stupid shit in little stickey notes to amuse you.
Mervin asks too many questions before packing. There's a sheet of them, and you better answer if you want any lunch at all! Things ranging from any allergies you haven't told him about, to what flavors you don't like and what portions you typically consume. Not that he isn't normally attentive to this, he wants to be sure. The packaging is neat and so is the presentation. He secretly sends pictures to his brothers for input, and doesn't reveal anything to you. You can see his face scrunch up if you recommend empty calorie "'trash", but he goes through the trouble of finding alternatives that are somewhat less harmful to your health. It's a solid lunch, that Mervin spends way too much time hovering over for the apparent normalcy of it.
Berle is packing that shit with so much candy and so many sweets and loads of ice cream. It's like a 10 year old's dream lunch. You have to stop him. Hold his hands as you make it very clear that you will get diabetes. It's easier, and probably better, to let him know what you would like. Berle doesn't take offense. Deserts will always be huge though, easily the best part. Berle is a fan of sticky note after sticky note after sticky note- All of them reflecting his rushed string of consciousness over how much he adores you. He would also just. Prefer to hand you your lunch in person, even if that is extremely embarrassing and would result in a prince of Hell just trespassing like he owns the place. Who's gonna stop him?
Babesley gets an intrusive thought every five minutes to come on your food. He shoves it back into the depths of his mind every time. He hasn't had to cook for anyone in a while, so he copies what he sees being done by certain influencers, to the best of his abilities. In his defense, he's a relatively fast learner, and he only had to bark at Moz a few times to get him out of the fucking kitchen. His notes are as dirty as they are humorous, but thankfully folded, hopefully no one goes and reads them...
[No, but I'll explain this and introduce him so far now!]
Say hello to Uncle Liter
First and foremost, Liter was designed by @icantbelieveihadtomakeanotherone, who has very generously handed me creative control over the character. Before this, he was only ever mentioned as Pinter's brother and Gallon's "funky uncle". You can first see him here.
Liter and Pinter are two brothers who walked the same mildly barbaric path for a while. Both are greenish slime monster typically found in moist, forested or swamp-like zones. They led, up to a certain point into adulthood, a simple and rather uneventful existence in general stagnation.
But while Liter was quite content taking things very slow and easy, Pinter had a fiery side that simply wouldn't let him stay put, so he "tamed himself to become a city boy", as Liter puts it, reaching financial success and building himself a family. While there used to be serious resentment between the two, Liter and Pinter have worked out conflicting feelings for the sake of Gallon, whose life Liter very much wanted to be a part of.
In fact, it was Liter's love of alcohol and its many varieties that got Gallon interested in bartending from a young age, something Liter encouraged heavily, going as far as to send him rare resources.
This goopy, unique slime is a slacker with a love of good drinks, nature and long conversations. Although surviving in swamps has given Liter a degree of sharp cleverness, he's not intensely sadistic unless provoked or sensing people polluting his nook. You better reuse and recycle around this slime. In fact, Liter takes such good care of his living space that you'll find it's full of life and looks neater than expected. It's one of his prides and joy- The second one being the absolutely insanely potent homemade alcoholic drinks.
Although Liter frequently says he has no huge aspirations in life, he does crave company, especially the womanly kind- And will just about to pull every trick in his sleeve to keep you coming back. He knows he's a little different than what you might be used to, but everyone needs a little 'different' in their lives, right? If nothing else, he's confident he can hook you into conversation.
When you set foot into Liter's waters, when he accepts you into his territory, in his mind you have become his.
So, stay a little longer...
Bonus WIP: Uncle Liter finds a little toady lost in his turf.
Jumping on this anons idea of a 2025 Tumblr sexy man eldritch-spouse edition, perhaps only limiting it to ocs created in 2025, which would be Sol, Velamor, Cornulus, and Liter (and possibly the new concubus). It could be a nice wrap up for the end of the year and I'd be interested to see who comes out on top.
Oh shit, that I can do!
2025 MISS WHORE 🫵
Solvariel - The Dudebro dominion with a knight complex
Velamor - Mister let me crawl under your skin seraph
Cornulus - Gilf sweating over a garden in a hot summer hell day
Liter - That drunk loser middle aged man that's somehow charming
He hasn't even been introduced yet don't vote for him
Thank you for the drink, Liter. It's been great talking to you, but I must find my way home now before nighttime. If you could give me directions on where the nearest town is, I'd be grateful.
The drink? He thinks it's very cute how you've already lost count.
He thinks it's even cuter that you're trying to stand right now! Predictably, you try to stand from the old lawn chair too fast and stumble.
A gooey green hand is there to prevent the ensuing fall. " Pumpkin, just look at you! So drunk you're falling into my arms. You should have told me you were a lightweight! " He jests, buzzed since a while ago but nowhere near your level of inebriation.
" You can be mad at me all you want in the morning- " The slime begins, easily making his way to your disoriented self. You try to stand straight, but your balance is sloshing at best. " But I can't let you go this hammered in good conscience. "
" Now, my little abode is not your five star hotel, but I'd say it's pretty cozy for two tipsy toads out here, hm? "
Whatever happens happens, right? No foul if you won't even remember it by sunrise.
How does Liter keep his obsession from leaving his home?
Constant inebriation and/or drugging.
Sure, this'll fry your brain bit by bit, but Liter hopes you wise up in the few moments he allows you to be sober and really stresses that you ought to not leave.
Liter isn't really the type of monster to strike someone he loves, even when greatly angered, but it's arguably more traumatic to be forced to drink something that'll wipe you out for a loooong time.
Buddy's a little bit weird. Quite like many slimes enjoy having their partner inside them, Liter has a kind of "quicksand" fetish, in the sense that seeing you struggle to escape from his mass is very arousing to him. Ideally, he wants to do this in a playful way, laughing and cooing about how cute you look as you try to push him away but sink your knees into him in the process...
Water sex is generally also included with most slimes. It's kind of their element.
Liter can be a bit lazy at times, so intercrural is one of his favorites acts when maybe neither of you want to put that much effort into things. He enjoys seeing your thighs get soaked in his precum and slime.
While he's not the only monster to have an oral fixation, Liter enjoys the feeling of "solid" tongues that non-slimes have, particularly the weird squishy human ones. He often likes to play with your mouth, be it making you drink or stuffing parts of himself into said hole. He really likes it when you choke on the goo of his form, but takes care to not actually block your airways or make your stomach flip.
