also i want them to drink a lot more

⚠ Potions ⚠

Recently I have been seeing a lot of people interested in potions, which usually wouldn’t be a problem (as there are many potions not intended for consumption).

More alarmingly I have seen a lot of people interested in adding potions to people’s drink while they aren’t looking!!

This is very very alarming and should NEVER be done.

Not only do you not know whether someone is allergic to something in the potion, you also don’t know what medication this person is taking and how what you are giving them is going to interact with it.

Beyond this, it is a very violating thing to be thinking of doing. It shouldn’t matter whether you want them to fall in love with you or to get good grades.

You should NEVER give something to someone in food or drink without their expressed knowledge, EVER!!

The act of adding something to someone’s drink without their knowledge could be considered an illegal act in some countries or states.

I would have assumed that this would be common knowledge, yet apparently it isn’t.

Please spread the word, this is becoming an increasing problem for newbies as they try to emulate fantasy magick and potions from TV, Movies and Books and is incredibly dangerous.

The kissing disease

Hamilsquad x Fem!reader

Requested by anon:

Can you please write a story where the female reader is sick and the Hamilsquad takes care of her?

Not sure if you wanted this to be platonic or romantic, so I kinda did a bit of both, leaning more to romantic. Also, hope you don’t mind I made it modern. (Also some lowkey Lams)

Warnings: drinking, alcohol, swearing, ,google translated French

Word count: 2,471 (ay dios mio)

Also, shout out to @hamilton-imaginebuddies for helping me write the ending, as I was having a bit of writers block. If you’re not following them, I highly recommend you do!


Parties were great. There was drinking, drinking games, drinking bets, and…lots and lots of alcohol. 

Exams before Christmas break had just finished, and you and your friends had passed with flying colors. Time to celebrate.

You were currently finishing off your fifth shot of vodka, the world around you becoming a bit blurry. You tumbled backwards, slamming the small glass down on the table. Your friends cheered you on, as your drinking opponent smacked face first into the table, passing out. Everyone erupted into laughter at the man. You were pretty sure it was some kid called Sam, who would always get into some sort of debate with Alexander, who in return would roast the kid’s ass within minutes. You found it quite hilarious. 

You pushed your way through the crowd of people, looking for a friend. You saw the familiar head of dark long hair, and ran forward. 

“Eliza!” You yelled, effectively getting her attention, clinging onto her arm. She hadn’t had any alcohol, she was still recovering from being a bit sick from the week before.

“Hey y/n,” she said, giving you a smile. “Have you been drinking?”

“Yup,” you nodded with starry eyes. “Kicked the shit of the little Sam person. Boy can’t drink to save his life.”

“I think you need to have some water, sober up a bit.” You whined in protest, but didn’t stop her from taking you into the kitchen. She handed you a bottle of water, which you took begrudgingly. “Drink.”

You uncapped the cool water, taking a few sips. The both of you talked for a few minutes, before she passed you her water.

“Bathroom, I’ll be back in a moment.” She left your side, before calling out one last thing. “Keep drinking your water.”

You watched her leave the kitchen, and hopping on top the counter. You kicked your legs back and forth, taking in a deep breath. You looked back at the bottles in your hands. Wait.

“Eliiiiiiza! Which one’s mine?” You called out, even thought the girl in question was no where near you. Unsure, you took a guess. You sipped from the drink in your right hand, almost instantly knowing it wasn’t yours. The rim of the bottle tasted like cherry lip-gloss, which happened to be a signature of the middle Schuyler sibling.

It wasn’t until about three hours later, around two in the morning when the party dwindled down a bit, and you had mostly sobered up. You still stumbled a bit when you walked, but you were no longer hugging random people and seeing everything go in and out of focus.

It was probably time to gather your friends and head back to your shared apartment. You wandered around the house, searching for your boys. It didn’t take long. They found you instead.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“Mon amour! I’ve been looking for you!” The tall french boy laughed into your ear. Oh boy, he was drunk alright.

“Laf, there you are.” You turned around to face him. “Where’s Herc-”

You were plucked out of Gilbert’s arms, and lifted on the ground.

“Sugar! Here you are!” Hercules peppered you face with kisses. You pushed out of his arms.

“So, where are the lovers?” You asked.

“Probably making out on the couch.” The two boys fallowed you around like lost puppies, pulling on your sleeves. And there you saw John and Alex on the couch. Alexander half asleep on the freckled boy’s shoulder. John looked up, face lighting up seeing you. 

“Baby girl!” he shouted, springing off the couch, Alexander falling over, waking up. John scooped you up in his arms, spinning you around. Alex looked up to you, instantly smiling.

“Y/n, my love!” Alex squished into the embrace you shared with John. You suffocated in the tightly wrapped arms.

“Pu me down, put me down, put me down.” They abided, John still clinging to your waist. “Come on, we’re going home.”

“But we’re having fun.” Gilbert whined.

“Fine, don’t come with me. I’ll just walk home by myself in the dark.” In truth, you did want them to go with you, but you knew they wouldn’t let you go alone. You walked out the door, and down the steps of the front porch. You heard them run after you.

“Y/n! Wait!”

“Don’t leave!

“Chéri, ne vont pas!”

“Baby girl, no!”


The walk back was mostly peaceful, the most happening was Lafayette spinning around in circles, and ending up tripping on nothing and into a pile of snow on the side of the walkway. He wasn’t hurt though.

You unlocked the front door, sliding your shoes and jacket off. The boys followed suit, dropping the discarded articles of clothing on the ground. Lafayette’s coat, along with his shirt and jeans, were soaked with melted snow. You pushed them upstairs to their room, making sure each of them had gotten to their bed and not face down on the floor.

You shook your head, going back down to the stairs.

They’re going to have some massive hangovers tomorrow.


The rest of Christmas break went by smoothly. The four of you had stayed on campus together, aside from John’s parents visiting him for a few days. Other than that, nothing out of the ordinary happened, and the part from the weeks before was more of a blurry memory than anything.

You woke up wrapped up in your fluffy comforter. Looking out the window you could see the snow storm rolling in, snowflakes dancing around in the winter air outside. You checked you phone for any updates.

TurtleNerd: Hey we’re going out to the cafe. We’ll probably be there for a while so come join us whenever you wake up :)

Sent at 9:47 am

You check the time. 11:23

You had never slept in this late. You got out of your bed, your muscles tired and sore. You took off your bed shirt, wandering into Hercules’ room grabbing one of his big sweatshirts. It was much to big to you, him being almost twice your size. You ran over to Alex’s room, rummaging through his drawers grabbing a pair of his long socks. Throwing on some fuzzy boots, you decided to call John to let him know you were going to go down to the cafe. You sat back down on your bed, waiting for him to pick up, leaning into the pillows. Fatigue seeped into your body, your shoulders falling forward.

You laid down all the way, closing your eyes, still hearing the dial tone on the other end of the phone. The sound faded out, along with your consciousness.


The four boys sat at a circular table in the corner of the small coffee shop. Lafayette went up to the counter to get another mocha. John felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. He shifted a bit to reach it out. He saw your caller ID, immediately answering.

“Hey y/n.” He could only hear the faint and muffled sound of breathing softly. “Y/n are you there?” He sat up a bit straighter, concern coming over him.

“Something wrong?” Hercules asked the smaller boy. John held a finger, pressing the phone closer, listening for anything. He hung up after another beat of silence.

“I think something’s going on with y/n.” John spoke, tucking his phone back into his pocket.

“What’s wrong with her?” Alexander asked.

“Not sure,” John answered. He turned to face Lafayette who was heading back to the table with a big fancy drink in his hand. “Hey, Laf, we gotta go check on y/n.”

The french boy nodded, shrugging his coat back over his arms, the rest of the group gathering all their belongings.


They found you curled up in your bed, still in Herc’s sweatshirt, your phone on your chest. Alexander sat next to you hands stroking over your hair, a small playing his lips.

“She’s probably tired.” Hercules suggested, motioning for the others to leave you to your slumber. Alex planted a kiss on your forehead. He pulled away, slightly alarmed.

“She’s got a fever,” he said, running the back of his hand over you face. You stirred in your sleep, mumbling incoherently. You eyes opened a bit.

“Hey guys,” you said seeing the four boys standing over you.

“Hey baby girl. What’s going on with you?” You turned to face John.

“Nothing,” you said, stretching your arms out a bit. “Just…really tired.”

“Non, vous n'êtes pas bien.” Lafayette took your hand in his, thumbing circles on your wrist. “Are you sick, mon cher?”

“No! i said I’m fine, I’m just-” A terrible coughing fit racked through your body, your throat burning. Hercules ran from the room, returning moments later with water. He pushed it gently to your lips, you gratefully taking in the cool drink. “Okay, maybe I have a cold. That doesn’t mean you guys need to…”

You stopped talking, rolling your eyes as you saw them hurry about to make sure you were okay. Alexander ran to grab you the quilt from his room, John going in the opposite direction to make you some of your favorite tea. Hercules sat next to you, pulling you into his arms. Gilbert began to massage your hands gently. Alex came back to your room, wrapping to large quilt around you, pressing a kiss to your temple. John walked in, handing you a large mug with hot tea.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, taking a sip of the steaming drink. A warmth bloomed in your chest. You weren’t sure if it was because of the love that your boys brought you, or that the tea John made for you was way too hot to be drinking. You went with the latter.


It was a week later, and you still weren’t better. Classes were resuming in two weeks, and you preferred passing your classes instead of feeling like you couldn’t leave you bed.

The boys were still constantly checking up on you, making sure you were warm, giving you kisses and words of affection.

You woke up, a weight shifting on the bed near your legs. Hercules sat there, holding a bowl of soup.

“Brought you some food.” He said passing it to you. You sat up a bit, shaking your head.

“I’m not hungry.” It was true. You stomach hurt and anytime you ate, you felt nauseous.

“You need to eat something. You haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.”

You begrudgingly took the bowl from Hercules, taking a small sip of it. He gave you a smile, his hand brushed over your forehead. He shook his head.

“What?” You asked.

“You’ve been sick for over a week now,” He started, getting up to leave you by yourself. “Just…concerning.”


You sat half asleep in the waiting room of the clinic on campus the next day with Lafayette next to you. You rested your head against his strong shoulder and her stroked you hair, softly whispering in his native tongue. It felt comforting, his arm pulling you close to his chest, his accented voice making your heart warm and fluttery. 

“Y/n l/n?” the nurse pushed through the waiting room door, glancing down at the clipboard in her hands. Lafayette gently shook your shoulder.

“Mon amour, it’s time.” You grabbed his hand, walking to the hallway with him. The nurse guided the two of you through the hall filled with other medical staff dressed in scrubs. You stopped at an open patient room, and she closed the door behind both of you. You sat down on the paper covered exam bed, Lafayette going to the chair in the corner.

The nurse stuck a thermometer under your tongue, asking some yes or no questions. Finishing up what was on the clipboard, she headed towards the door.

“The doctor will be with you in a minute.”


You were both back in Lafayette’s car after an hour of blood work and throat swabbing. As he started the car he turned to face you.

“Mononucleosis…isn’t that the, ‘ow you say, kissing disease?”

 You looked over at him with tired eyes, nodding a yes. You both rode in silence on the drive back home. Which you were somewhat grateful for, but it felt strange to have Laf not talking. You stole the occasional glance at the french boy. He continued to stare ahead at the road in front of him, his lips pressed into a frown.

“Laf,” you spoke very quietly disturbing the silence. He glanced at you. 

“Yes?” His tone stung.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Did you get it from us?” He muttered.


“Did you get it from one of us?” He spoke much louder.

“Well, considering none of you guys are sick, I’m going to say no.” You said, not quite sure what he was getting at.

“Then from who?” He voice was cold and empty. You turned away facing yourself in the rear view mirror.

“I don’t know.” It took you a moment to put together what he was insinuating. You sat up straighter facing him. “Wait. You think I’m cheating on you guys?”

He bristled slightly, not looking at you.

“Are you serious?” You felt hurt that Lafayette would think you would be cheating on him and your other lovers. “You really think that of me?”

Lafayette glanced over at you, and seeing the tears beginning to well up in your eyes made his facade falter.  He suddenly pulled over slamming on the brakes. He reached for your hand, rubbing circles into your wrist. A small tear fell down your face.

“Non, non, s'il vous plaît ne pleure pas. Je suis désolé.” He looked you in the eyes, his face softening. “I didn’t mean to upset you, mon cher.”

“Sure sounded like it.” You replied wiping away the stray tears. “You do realize it’s not just spread by kissing though right? I probably drank out of someone’s glass at the party form a few weeks ago…” You began to trail off remembering that Eliza had been sick around the same time, And you drank from her water.

“Do not worry about it mon cher, I shouldn’t have said it in the first place.” He said kissing your forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“Technically I said it,” you replied with a small smile.

“Then we’re both in the fault.” He finished. Lafayette leaned in to your face, but you put your fingers to his lips.


“Pourquoi?” He whined.

“I’m sick, and I don’t want you to get sick and spread it around to the other boys.” He gave you that face. Where he would knit his eyebrows together and pout his lower lip. “No kisses. You’ll survive another week, I promise.”

The following week you were taking care of all four boys who were bed-ridden with mono.

interlude: what are you wearing?

jikook / 1,178 words / rated T for suggestive themes and drinking / AO3
i actually decided to write this

“What are you doing?”

Jimin furrows his eye brows and pulls his phone away from his face just to check–yep, Jungkook is calling him at four in the morning, asking him what he’s doing. “I’m sleeping. What do you think I’m doing? What are you doing?”

“I,” Jungkook pauses, “I’m calling you.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jimin says. “At four a.m.? Are you still in the studio with Yoongi-hyung? Are you guys okay?” He’s tired and kind of annoyed, but if Jungkook is calling him and being weird this late, Jimin doesn’t want to hang up on him in case something’s wrong.

“Yes! I’m great!” Jungkook says. “Super. What are you doing, Jiminnie?”

“You already asked me that,” Jimin grumbles, looking suspiciously at his phone. “Kookie, are you drunk?”

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anonymous asked:

Hey Lewis, do you drink blood? If not, what do you drink? And if you do, who's blood?

Lewis: Well yes I do drink blood. I like to try and only drink animal blood as drinking a person’s blood without killing them will turn them and I don’t exactly want to kill or turn random people.
But sometimes I crave human blood a lot as it is more effective than animal blood. Thankfully Tom has a guy at the morgue that he gets his brains from and is able to get me some blood every now and then.

thinking abt deacon so here are some interpretations and thoughts n stuff for consideration:

  • he is john d, but the d stands for ‘doe’. it is not his real name.
  • he is not john d, but everyone thinks he is and he doesnt care to dispute it
  • he’s smart. he knows exactly how to read a person and how to get what he wants out of them. he’s too smart for his own good, at times.
  • he loves fruity complex drinks with little umbrellas, or just straight-up bourbon right out of the bottle. there’s no in-between. 
  • “im a pathological liar and you cant actually take anything that i, or anyone, tells you at face value. always trust your gut, but also be prepared for it to be wrong.”
  • “i actually tell the truth a lot more often than people think i do”
  • his personality is entirely fake, and made only to seem like a fun and aloof guy so he doesnt seem like a threat
  • his personality is the only genuine thing about him.
  • hates open spaces, to the point of having agoraphobia.
  • his final story is fake. there was never a barbara, the “deathclaws” never existed. he was lying, and wanted to see if you held onto anything he’s taught you.
  • his final story is entirely true. he spent their entire partnership trying to teach the sole survivor how to be cynical and untrusting like him, but in turn they inadvertently taught him to be more open and trusting. they are the only person he can trust with this information and not feel like they will use it against him.
  • his final story is mostly true, with a few details that were either fudged or lost to time. the base details are there, but it’s been decades since it happened, and he’s lied so many times that not even deacon knows how much is true. what matters is how the sole survivor responds.
  • “i lie as a means of protecting my work, because i’ve seen too many HQs fall to the Institute and it’s made me overprotective and overcautious.”
  • “i lie as a means to protect myself, because i know firsthand what it’s like to lose someone you care about and i dont want to go through that again, or cause someone else to go through it because of me.”
  • “i lie because it’s the only thing that i can truly rely on.”
  • he loves old world books and culture, and hopes thats something he and the sole survivor can bond over because he knows that they’re alone, and he’s alone, so maybe they can be friends and be alone together
  • “i change my face to throw off my enemies, but also because lying has become so deeply ingrained in my mind that i cant even feel comfortable looking at one face in the mirror for too long.”
  • would probably get emotional over cat paws
  1. Manhattans are my go-to winter drink and because of the warm weather I’ve forgotten to have any. Fixing that shortly.
  2. This week had a little bit of every kind of awful, and a whole lot of a couple kinds of awful. If they pour me a bad drink, I won’t be held responsible for what happens next.
  3. That message icon on posts looks like a drain fly. I want to squish it. I also still believe something like replies are coming back, and that we will hate them, too.
  4. Going to see a prog rock guitarist tonight, Steve Hackett. Setting the over/under on women in attendance at 2.5.
  5. Putting up a fuckload more lights tomorrow, enough to risk the structural integrity of that tree.

I made a little time lapse of the clouds and it’s so cute! I don’t know why I’ve never done that before. I want to make lots of them now, so many nice cloud scenes to look at, and it’s so calming to watch the clouds go by super fast. So that’s a plan. My other plan is to drink a lot of apple juice (I really, really love apple juice), and also to try making salmon yakitori, and to post more little thoughts here (because I always loved kinda thinking out loud and posting miscellaneous things here and then I stopped?????????? ok).