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[netbook] ambien (cw: drunk texting)
[In Night Vale, Flamebringer is drunk and texting... those of you who are still at the Grove may receive his sloppy handwriting instead.]
y wife kissedme
lips
[Underneath this is a blurry picture of Ezell he snapped on the phones. Netbook people get a full, immaculately-made gaussian-blur-too-high sketch instead.
They are not married. Yet.]
y wife kissedme
lips
[Underneath this is a blurry picture of Ezell he snapped on the phones. Netbook people get a full, immaculately-made gaussian-blur-too-high sketch instead.
They are not married. Yet.]
SIGHS
congrats
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YOUR wivfes don t even come CLOSe to MY wifef becasse YoU DOnT HAVE WFIf
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ive got wivfes but i dont got wfifs that makes sense
so tell me does your wife know youve been drinking paint thinner?
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my cute wiafe :) he knos All
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maybe next time let your wiafe know first otherwise you mighta died of alcohol poisonin before he saw this
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gay
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i kno what u are
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i have SOME standards
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guess u got me there
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[Flamebringer what the hell did you fucking drink—]
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[Flamebringer sends the most incredulous, blurry photo of his engagement ring to Ezell.]
u r shaepd like a wife
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I'm coming with your water now.
[ He loves Flamebringer so much. His silly dumbass. Ezell is at least fast with his water - the perks of being a bunny. Get hydrated, idiot. ]
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There are several empty bottles of liquor next to him. Help.]
Heyyyy beautiful. G'morning.
[it is 4 in the afternoon.]
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Morning, love. Here, drink this? [ He hops over to the bed to hold out the glass of water. When he takes it, Ezell will climb in next to him and settle next to him by flattening himself on the bed. ]
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Flamebringer has to roll over to take it and drink it, or he'll just spill it on himself. Now he is catloafed on the bed, patpatting Ezell's forelimb with a paw as he drinks.]
Heh... cute. Look how flat you are...
[Sips his drink, then:]
I can't believe my stupid ass bagged you, 'n you're gonna be my wife... you sure you don't wanna change your mind?
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I'm going to be your husband, my love. You really are wasted right now, aren't you?
Anyway, I love you so much, dear. You're stuck with me.
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Every time I see you, my brain's like... [patpat Ezell's paw,] ..."I love my wife". You're my wife husband... my wusband.
[Yeah he's schwasted right now.]
Or you're gonna be. But you're kinda already my wife.
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Does that mean you're like my wife already, too?
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I'm not wifey enough. I'm too shitty. [oh okay] Husbands are shitty. But wives? Perfect.
[this is a gay man btw.]
You're perfect. 'Cause you're not a piece of shit.
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[ He pulls his hand away, but only so he can put both of his on Flamebringer's cheeks and pull him in for a very gentle smooch. ]
I adore you. Please don't call yourself shitty again.
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You're literally the best person, don't be mean to my wife.
[.....licks Ezell's lips, sorry,]
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[ Flamebringer!!!!!!!! Your tongue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ezell is immediately pushing his face away again. ]
Flamebringerrrrr!!! Don't do that! I already said your tongue is like sandpaper...
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[dude if Wis'adel heard you right now she'd bully you into the ground what's wrong with you when you drink]
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[ Ezell’s started to make bunny biscuits against Flamebringer’s kitty-chest. So he’ll have to put up with that now. ]
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God, you're too cute. How do I let you know I love you...
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Only four?
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[He forgets where this is going, so the message stops there.]
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[Which week is he—]
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