Ripuku is in her 20s somewhere, back in the fanfiction game, and ready to write up some homoerotic smut. Watch yourself. THIS BLOG IS NSFW GUYS
I may have just typed “High Overseer Martini”.
Can we just as a fandom, compile an alcohol beverage recipe book with drinks based off people and such??
Burrows sounds like some sort of fancy beer or wine and Attano is definitely whiskey
The Curnows are a once-expansive family of cocktails, but now only two are regularly made.
More thoughts in the morning~
I made the Teague Martini joke the other night in the body shot ficlet I wrote for the chat. Couldn’t resist. Was right there. -shakes head-
“I…I don’t… What are we doing again?”
“They’re called body shots, Corvo, it’s fun.” Martin rolls his eyes good-naturedly, “You pour a shot over your body and someone licks it off of you. Or you can be doing the licking. Either way.”
“Why…why not just drink it out of the glass..?”
Martin sighs. “I’ll show you. Take your shirt off.”
“Take your shirt off, or I’ll do it for you.”
Corvo looks embarrassed, shrugging off his coat and undoing the buttons of his vest and shirt with trembling fingers. Martin heads over to the bar and comes back with several small glasses filled with different colored alcohols, “Okay good, now lie down on the table.”
“Corvo, come on. Work with me here.”
“But there are other people down here.”
“You’re already half naked, what difference does it make?”
Corvo goes red and lays down on the table, feet hanging off the end awkwardly. He squirms and Martin pours one shot over his belly. Corvo jumps and yelps, “Ah! S’cold!”
“Don’t move, you fool, you’ll get it everywhere!” Corvo’s halfway to jumping off the table when Martin pins him down and slurps the liquor off of his skin. Corvo freezes, another yelp dying in his throat, staring down at Martin, who’s wiping his mouth neatly on his sleeve, “I WAS going to have one of the girls do that, but you were going to spill it.”
Corvo’s face feels like it’s on fire at this point, “I…uh…you… wouldyoudothatagain?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“D-do that again…? Please?”
Martin grins, “Lie down then.”
Corvo settles back on the table and Martin muses over the remaining glasses before pouring one over Corvo’s stomach again. Corvo shudders as the cold is replaced by the warmth of Martin’s mouth and gasps as Martin brazenly dips his tongue into Corvo’s navel to lap up some of the stray alcohol. Corvo swallows hard, “I want to try.”
Martin’s all too happy to oblige, swapping places with Corvo. He raises a brow as Corvo walks over to the bar and returns with something in his hand. Corvo picks up a shot glass of vodka and offers Martin a martini olive, “H-hold this in your teeth.”
Martin waggles his eyebrows at Corvo and obeys, laying back. Corvo pours out the shot with care, looking unsure of himself. Martin thinks it’s adorable. He grins as Corvo hesitates, then dips his head down. He’s not terribly bad at it, but a bit of practice wouldn’t hurt either of them. When Corvo comes up for the olive, Martin’s tempted to really make him work for it, but relinquishes it nicely, mostly because Havelock’s just shown up. He grins and Corvo jumps nearly a foot in the air when Havelock clears his throat behind him. “Gentlemen.”
Martin relaxes on the table, arms under his head leisurely, “Admiral.” Corvo looks like he wants the ground to swallow him right there.
“Is there a reason that you seem to be mixing drinks on yourself in the middle of the bar?”
“It’s fun. The olive was a nice touch. Though I don’t know if I’m insulted or amused by the martini joke.”
“I was trying to be funny…” Corvo mutters to the floor. Havelock seems amused at any rate, “Martin. Martini. Clever.” he smacks Corvo good naturedly on the back, “You’ll never have anything except a dirty martini with him though.” And with that, he heads off to the other side of the bar. Corvo buries his face in his hands and Martin laughs until he can’t breathe.
22 today, bitches!
WOW. THAT IS. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS. AHHA. HOW STRANGE.
Even if I’m not at all surprised that it was the Supernatural section
Fic Prompts. (Updated 05/21)
If a prompt has disappeared from the list, I’ve likely finished it! Or decided it needed to die!
Bolded are new! Now conveniently arranged in order of priority
Fic/Art Trade with Bob-Chan. Featuring Heretical Corsets and creeper HC Corvo! FINISHED
Therefore, it is only right that I continue with it, because this is filthy and borderline cruel. -nods sagely-