#herbert cough

[marvanne111]

moments I love in “The Little Death”

the fact that Madeleine says “enjoy themselves” at the beginning of the episode wrt Antigone

“A quiet marriage. Just being near her was enough.” “CAN I GO IN NOW?”; “I wish I were more like him. Then maybe my wife wouldn’t have flinched at the merest touch.” “GOOD NIGHT, HERBERT!”; “Naturally, my kids were adopted.” I MIGHT GO IN NOW!” (great reoccuring bit)

Antigone tearing her own ticket at the start (PLEASE I LOVE HER)

“Ssssssome people... leave the house more than once a week?” “I’m sorry, you’re just not making any sense.”

“Sugar?” “No Georgie, this isn’t a brothel.” (i want this mug so bad)

the way Tom Crowley says “yes okay” after Antigone talks about the twinkle in his eye and his exposed forearms

“SHUT UP, MADELEINE”

“I was hoping we might be able to talk in private.” “That doesn’t appear to have worked out for you, does it?”

“pAy HeR aBoVe MiNiMuM wAgE”

“your whole ‘sTaYiNg In ThE CeLLaR’ thing” (for an episode that feels Chapgone tilted, Felix Trench is the best part of this one for me)

Antigone putting Mr. Allerton’s face back together to look like Chapman (an underrated and incomprehensible moment)

the way that Rudyard obviously finds the proffering of cannolis to be a significant relationship step

“the reverend began the auction for Mr. Allerton’s 20 pounds” (nobody on Piffling understands currency lol)

“PLEASE don’t think about me in the bath”

“Well. I hope I cheered her up.” (honestly, pretty much any line of Miss Scruple’s- she is probably my favourite side character)

THE FACT THAT A TYPICAL NIGHT FOR ERIC CHAPMAN AT THIS POINT IS WATCHING A DOCUMENTARY ON FIGS??? (I’m sorry, WHAT?! Do I just not understand adulthood yet or is Eric Chapman a loser for real?)

“Tuvalu is an entirely different country”

The way Rudyard is so proud of himself for his rubbish pun to Hettie

Felix Trench’s bad accent while snooping on Georgie and Chapman

“My God Jerry, is that a mouse?” “Well, I’ll just look at the floor and- OH MY GOD!!” (rent was due and Max Tyler was ready damn)

Madeleine having a half ticket

“Don’t tell me you’ve caused chaos again.” “OKAY, I won’t tell you.”

“... you have to bring your DRAMA and your PARANOIA and your BUGGING DEVICES”

“Do you like all these old French films then?” “Yeah, I’m quite the fan.” (👀👀 IT TOOK YEARS FOR THIS MOMENT TO PAY OFF BUT IT WAS SO WORTH IT)

“What sort of benefits do you think he offers? Discounts? Private healthcare?” “MAYBE he doesn’t ruin every waking moments of his employee’s lives!” “Puh! Hippy.”

“Okay... what’s happened so far?” “Uh... nothing?” “... well, his story checks out.” “No. It doesn’t.”

“Madeleine, what a shock! How could you?”

“Well, who the bloody hell can I speak to and how would you like me to do it?!” *chaos on screen* “WHAT HAPPENED??” “Two unicycles collided. It’s getting good, this.”

“Herbert, my brother is trying to pirate this film.” “What?!” “See, he’s recording it with his robotic mouse.” “No uh... I’ve been framed!”

#wooden overcoats #chapgone #it's in the subtext #i'm back on my bullshit #this one is so long but this episode is so good so... #how is Rudyard the best part of this episode though #Rudyard Funn #Antigone Funn #Georgie Crusoe #Eric Chapman #Herbert Cough #Miss Scruple

[violet-ram]

ive never seen an episode of iasip (i plan to) but literally some screencaps are sooooo danbert

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#im getting a better grasp on drawing dan #hes like. half smirking and rolling his eyes... used to herbs bullshit #cough. anyways #reanimator #the reanimator #reanimator fanart #danbert #herbert x dan #herbert west #dan cain #daniel cain #digital art #digital fanart #art #fanart #artists on tumblr #violet-ram art #this is a scheduled post

[squarebracket-trickster]

Ever since I've started paying attention to how published authors use punctuation, I have stopped caring about sentence fragments, or overusing commas, semicolons, and em-dashes.

You gotta let your sentences flow naturally. Sometimes that means not using three em-dashes in a paragraph because it is distracting. Sometimes that means using three semicolons in a single sentence (*cough* Frank Herbert).

Maybe the rule is, don't use fancy punctuation/fragments if following grammar rules and conventions will do, but sometimes your sentence just sounds better with six commas, an em-dash, and no verbs.

#wipvii #I have stopped trying to force it #and suddenly its like my writing has actual voice and flows naturally #It sounds less like a high school english assignment and more like someone actually telling a story #i swore i was going to stay away from writing advice tumblr this time around

[adoristsposts]

Y/n and Justin Herbert have a 3 month old and in the middle of the night their baby starts to cry, y/n is exhausted from getting up every night to care for a crying child Justin notices and takes over for the night, the baby and him have a bonding moment he talks and soothes the baby.

author's note; i neeeeed to write for hockey but he is the only thing on my mind i can't help myself summary; a kid was all the two of you could think about for ages- but now that your daughter is officially in the world, the late nights and early mornings aren't exactly easy. word count; 0.9K warnings; mention of vomit, pregnancy + babies, mention of sex, unedited characters; Reader x Justin Herbert

Having a baby with Justin was one of the best decisions you had ever made. It fell right in front of marrying him in the first place. And both of you had reaped the benefits of your pregnancy. Attention and gifts made the sore back and swollen ankles worth it. Justin had even been stopped by a few players he looked up to to be congratulated and given tips. Hell, Jason Kelce had reached out, which sent you into a bit of a fangirl fit. And while you had found Justin sexy as hell before hand, nothing made him more beautiful to you than watching him with your baby. He could be covered in her vomit, for gods sake, and you'd still be convinced he was the most gorgeous sight you had ever seen.

He still had football, though. He spent as little time at practice as he could, but the chunk of the day he was gone had led to a firm agreement: he dealt with her at night. "She gets me all day," you told him. "I will put milk in a bottle and you will let me sleep through the night." Which never fully worked out. You were easier to raise from sleep than he was. It got to the point where exhaustion crept up on you and you were snappy and annoyed all day. You would stomp around the house, calming yourself only for the baby or Justin. Once, his brother had made the mistake of saying the house was a mess and Justin had to laugh and put his arm around you to stop you from throwing a dinner plate at his head.

So this time, when the sound of her crying woke him, Justin told you to go back to bed and that he would deal with it. He groaned as he padded across the room and took her out of her crib. His height was not an advantage when it came to leaning over it. "Hi, pretty," He greeted, taking her out of the room with him. The pet name had come to him out of nowhere- as a family of all boys, neither he nor his brothers had ever been called 'pretty'. But by god, was his daughter beautiful. She coughed with her mouth open, threw up on him, burped, and did all other bodily functions with no shame, but to him she was perfect because she looked like the two of you. Which sounded insane- she was three months old with barely a hair on her head, but he could feel the resemblance in his soul more than see it. Sappy. He was becoming sappy. He cooed to her and bobbed her in his arms to calm her down as he looked in the fridge for the milk you had put aside. "You hungry baby?" He asked when she finally stopped crying. He groaned over dramatically as he put her in her high chair to amuse her. The giggle that came out of her sent his heart soaring.

Warming the bottle usually took a while. So he moved her chair to where he could see her and the water. "You wanna hear about how me and mommy met? Or my teammates?" The second one elicited another giggle. "I would obviously rather tell you about my wonderful wife, but sweaty guys work too," He joked. He explained football to her, as he had done before and would continue to do. His daughter was going to grow up to be as big a football fan as he could get her to be. He continued on, talking about recent trades and injuries, inside jokes, the ones he was sure she would like when she started being able to really comprehend what was going on around her.

"Did you know, when you came, I had the doctors convinced your mom had an affair?" Justin told her. She looked up at him with big blue eyes and it was almost as if she wanted him to continue. "There's this quote from the Grinch- you'll start quoting things, soon- where he says 'Hey, honey! Our baby's here! He looks just like your boss,'" Justin laughed to himself at the memory. "I said it to your mom, you see, when you popped out of her. And the nurses and doctors were mortified- they thought I was serious! It was so embarrassing to have to explain to them I was quoting the Grinch." Her bottle was ready, and so he scooped her back up and began to feed her. "If you throw up on me I'm going to have to show up to practice in one of your mom's blouses- I am fresh out of clothes," he warned. The food went down smoothly, thank God.

He rocked her until she fell back asleep. When he turned to walk back into your room, you were standing in the doorframe. "I told you to go back to sleep," Justin said softly. You smiled and padded over to him. "You're very good with children." "Thanks. I practiced on my hamster," Justin finished the quote. He pressed a kiss on your forehead when you reached him. "You're so handsome," You told him, "I love watching you with her." "Careful," Justin warned, "we have a roommate- no sex, I'm afraid." "Mmm," You hummed, "She'll get a sibling as soon as she moves into her own room."

#adoristsposts #anon request #justin herbert fluff #justin herbert #justin herbert fic #la chargers #la chargers fic #nfl #nfl fic #nfl fluff #he is giving me baby fever #i actually saw a photo of him with kids the other day and tweeted it with the caption 'i understand the whole baby fever thing now'

[lukeevangelista]

Justin Herbert

Smut/Fluffy

Prompt 1 :)

“Shut your fucking mouth.” You groaned as you listened to Justin babble on and on about something that he had been talking about for days, “If I hear either one of you talk about stats one more damn time, I’m going to lose it, Herbert.”

“Make me.” He grinned over at you.

You two were just friends, Joey introducing the two of you as you had grown up around the Bosa’s.

Joey knew Justin had a crush on you, but he also knew Justin never admit it.

His comment left you stunned as he looked over at you, a smirk on his face. You were hardly ever at a loss for words and the fact he had you speechless made his ego soar.

“I-uh..” you couldn’t find the words as Justin stared from next to you. You swallowed roughly as your eyes darted to his hands that were currently rubbing at his thighs before his left hand engulfed your right hand that was resting on your thigh.

You finally found your voice as you watched Justin’s hand mess with yours, “You’d like that, huh?”

Justin spluttered out a cough as he didn’t expect that response from you, “Honestly,” he leaned closer to you, “yeah, I would.” He slowly slid his hand up your thigh, “but i know you would too.”

#justin herbert imagine #justin herbert #soft thoughts w/ari #thotty thoughts w/ ari #nfl imagine

[paper-gold-theories]

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR FANFICS ON A03!!! Your writing is sooo good and descriptive!!Do you plan to update the"First time for everything " one?I love it, genuinely hooked me and I've re-read it a 3 times already :3

Aww thanks anon 🥰,

I actually got distracted 😅 cause I had a lot of ideas, theories and fics while figuring out whether to make First Time for Everything fic a short fic where they went on a cute date or make a long term fic (which possibly might end with angst 👀)

Where they end up in a relationship where Kenning Flugslys and Herbert Leth are dating and love each other meanwhile Flug and GoldHeart hate each as their villain-hero identities.

GoldHeart fantasizes about taking Kenning on heroic dates like flying together and generally having the confort of hsving everthing out in the openbut he thinks it's too soon to tell him as they just started officially dating.

So in the meantime, GoldHeart often flirts with Kenning when he saves him or accidentally or purposely runs into him, in his civilian identity as he believes after he reveals his hero identity to Flug they will both laugh about it because who wouldn't want a hero as a boyfriend? (a villain, especially your Arch-Nemesis cough cough)

Meanwhile, Flug is confused and annoyed why his hated Arch-Nemesis which he often fights with is so friendly with his civilian identity and even flirting with him despite telling him that he has a boyfriend. He concludes that, much to his horror that he might have a crush on him.

For example:

Flug: Can you flirting with me. I have a boyfriend.

GoldHeart: Is he hot?

Flug: That's none of your business!

GoldHeart, turns away smirking: I'll take that as a no. ~

Flug, grabbing GoldHeart by the collar to make him look him back in the eye, offended: YES, HE IS!! AND HE'S HOTTER THAN ANYONE YOU COULD EVER DATE!!

GoldHeart: [literally has tears in his eyes as he attempts to hold back his laughter]

Seeing how extremely loving, loyal and passionate Kenning is about him and their relationship makes GoldHeart fall for him even more but at the same time, after a while he also becomes concerned that his boyfriend might actually hate him. But his boyfriend Kenning love Herbert Leth so he should also have some attraction to GoldHeart right?

Perhaps he took the teasing a little too far.

GoldHeart: Do you wanna get ice cream and fly off into the sunset.

Flug: I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!

GoldHeart: So do I but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

Flug: YOU DEPLORABLE HERO -!!

But now GoldHeart thinks about it Kenning has acted that way ever since he met him in his hero persona, so there got to be some other reason why his boyfriend hates him.

So he becomes more determined to get Flug to like his hero self. Both in his civilian and hero identity.

___

Meanwhile, Flug is worried that his boyfriend Leth would break up with him after he finds out he is a villain and often attempts to try to make him see that villains are not as unlikeable once he gets to know him. Also both in his villain persona and civilian identity.

Additionally he often tries to get his boyfriend as far away from the area as possible before he attempts to do a crime to ensure that he would be safe.

This confuses GoldHeart on why his hated Arch-Nemesis is trying to ensure he's not in danger. He comes to a conclusion that, much to his horror, that Flug might have a crush on him and decides uses it his advantage to defeat his Arch-Nemesis and have petty revenge for all the times his Arch-Nemesis has defeated him.

For example:

Flug: Leth going to use this mall for an escape plan. We gotta get you out of here.

GoldHeart: Why are you always trying to 'rescue me'?

Flug: I - I um...I need someone alive to witness my success all the time and I choose you!

GoldHeart, bursts out laughing: Did you just pull out that excuse out of your ass?

Flug, getting flustered and nervous: No-I

GoldHeart, smirks: You like me, don't you?

Flug, face red: W-WHAT- NO I-

GoldHeart: Look, I'm flattered...I guess. But l have a boyfriend and he's the most adorable and amazing guy you could ever meet so I am not leaving this mall until I pick a new outfit for my date. So see ya!

Flug, getting even more flustered at the compliments his boyfriend is giving him but still has to stop him: L-look You look great in what you're wearing and I'm sure your boyfriend would agree.

GoldHeart: Well that does not mean I don't wanna look my best for him.

Flug: There's gotta be something I can do to convince you to leave this place.

GoldHeart: We'll I guess you could help me pick a new out

Flug: Are you being serious?

GoldHeart: Yes, I am being serious. The faster I finish my shopping, the faster you can do your heist.

[Flug's presence made everyone run away in fear at the sight of the dangerous villakn, causing there to be no lines. So GoldHeart was able to finish his shopping within an hour.]

Flug, exhausted: Okay we got everything you asked for, now can we go?

GoldHeart, being petty and looking at his nails: I just bought these new shoes and I don't want to scuff them.

Flug: Oh c'mon, I don't have time for this!

GoldHeart: Then perhaps you should carry me.

Flug: W-What! Be reasonable! I just helped you with your shopping.

GoldHeart: I am being reasonable. You can't do crime while I'm here. So either you carry me or I'm just gonna chill here for a few hours at a cafe until it's time to go for my date.

Flug, sighs: Alright fine! If it means we get out of here, faster I'll carry you.

[Flug gets into position and GoldHeart hops onto his back. Flug struggles to balance his weight and heads off and GoldHeart kicks him with his heels, as you would a horse.]

Flug, stops, outraged: ...Did you just kick me?

GoldHeart: Now who's wasting time? Yha!

[Flug staggers on, disgruntled. GoldHeart kicks Flug again, enjoying himself...while a passersbyers stares at the scene, perplexed and concerned]

Leth made Flug act as a security guard for him and rode him like a horse. And was having a time of his life because of it. When they got onto Flug's plane Leth observes the interior and sees if there is any weakness the plane has so that he can use it against his Arch-Nemesis during their fights. He also acts like a himbo and tries to push every button on the plane to annoy Flug and to understand how the ship works better while an irritated Flug attempts to swats his hands away. Leth also praises his boyfriend relentless infront of Flug thinking it would make him angry because he has a crush on him, only to make Flug flustered. Which makes GoldHeart think he is a bigger weirdo.

After Flug drops Leth off, he attempts his heist however GoldHeart was ahead of him and somehow predicted his well thought out escape plan shocking him. Flug didn't manage to get the loot but fortunately managed to narrowly escape and get to his date with his boyfriend on time. He was greeted and coddled by his boyfriend who seemed to be in a good mood (after being able to defeat Flug easily by tricking him), with hugs and kisses) much to Flug's delight as they went on their date, which brightens Flug's mood and he could forget about his earlier defeat.

This complex dynamic continues on, both of them discovering new sides of each other and until eventually, both of them end up having feelings for their counterparts making them feel guilty because they have boyfriends...

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I have some pending fics, prompts, and other stuff, but I might try to make some new chapters of this this fic and Let's Forget for a Moment over some other stuff but no promises when it will come out though. 😅

#villainous #villanos #dr flug #dr kenning flugslys #goldheart #gold heart #herbert leth #flug #villainous fanfic #villainous headcanons #incorrect quotes #villainous incorrect quotes #source: merlin #source: me

[copiousloverofcopia]

I may have let a certain someone not naming any names *cough* @majortomslonelyspidersfrommars

*cough* Excuse me... ahem... talk me into writing a Ghostbusters fanfiction featuring Egon and an OC as well as a Ghostbusters and Reanimator crossover needy breedy one off with Egon and Herbert 🤤🤤🤤🤤

#send help #not ghost #Ghostbusters #Reanimator #egon #west #egon Spengler #Herbert west #harold ramis #jeffery combs #Ghostbusters fic #Ghostbusters fanfiction #Ghostbusters fanfic #ren writes #Ghostbusters reanimated crossover #smut writer #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 smut

[godlizzza]

Helloo, if you’re still taking prompts I’d love to hear about Dan seeing Herbert in regular “civilian” clothes for the first time? Just some joe blow 80s fit. I love your writing <3.

Dan knocked on Herbert's door, the laundry basket balanced on his hip.

"Herbert? I'm going down to do some laundry. You coming?"

He waited a moment until Herbert's voice came to him through the wood. "Yes, coming. Just wait-"

The doorknob twisted and Dan stepped back as Herbert swung the door open. He was clutching his own basket, the stack of clothes bundled up to his chin. He blinked at Dan, who was still lingering in the hallway and nodded to the side.

"Come on, then. I need to do two loads so let's get going already."

He shuffled past Dan, who stared openly after him. He had seen Herbert in different alterations of the same outfit: white dress shirt, black slacks and tie, sometimes with some combination of peacoat, scarf, or lab coat. He had certainly never seen Herbert in an oversized jersey shirt, jeans, and slippers.

Dan mutely followed him, staring at where his striped shirt ballooned out from where it was tucked into his waistband. His sleeves fell to his elbows, leaving his forearms on display. His slippers were soundless as they padded down the stairs, into the basement. It was the one thing that bothered Herbert had his lab: that the washer and dryer were stuck there.

Dan had always found it amusing that Herbert's dirty socks spun next to his intricate chemistry station, where he brewed the re-agent, but he wasn't laughing now. He couldn't seem to rip his eyes off Herbert, who went about the task of piling his clothes into the washer. It was bizarre how different he looked. Without his typical formal dress he lacked that cold indifference Dan associated with him. He looked soft and cosy, more suitable settling down on the sofa to watch a movie than reanimate the dead.

After a silent minute, Herbert caught him staring and snapped, "What?"

"So, you do have normal clothes?" was Dan's response.

Herbert rolled his eyes and continued loading in pairs of slacks. "My clothes are normal. I don't exactly walk around every day wearing snakeskin and fur coats."

"No," Dan laughed under his breath. "Thank goodness for that."

"These are my laundry day clothes," Herbert explained. "The only clothes I had leftover from high school."

"Huh, really? I always just thought you'd dressed the same ever since you were a baby. Born with glasses and a tie."

Herbert gave him a look and Dan grinned. He shook his head and went back to his task, and Dan went back to watching him.

Eventually, Dan said, "I like it."

Herbert raised an eyebrow at him. "You like what?"

"This," Dan replied, waving a finger up and down him. "You in this outfit."

Herbert paused and for a moment Dan wondered if he'd overstepped. He didn't think he'd said anything embarrassing but maybe he had without thinking about it. Maybe Herbert's comfy little home look had awoken some dormant part of him- a part that paid compliments to Herbert's looks.

"Well," Herbert eventually said, averting his eyes, "don't get too used to it. You'll only be seeing it about once every week or so."

He coughed into his fist before turning his back on Dan, busying himself with shaking out one of his shirts. This meant Dan could grin openly at him. He remained standing there, his basket in his hands, watching and waiting until Herbert had finished both his loads- whites and darks- and he shuffled off upstairs with his clean clothes.

Dan watched him go and thought to himself that he was going to like laundry day from now on.

#herbert in cute lil fits #the best hobby #danbert #dan cain #herbert west #re-animator #asks #my fics #writing prompt

[brainrotlesbian]

Trubshaw, Sr. Part 2

Part 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/brainrotlesbian/732216943553232896/trubshaw-sr

CW: chained, gagged, physical violence

He didn’t know how long he’d been hanging there. Weeks? Months? Years? Time all blurred together, meaninglessly. He was exhausted, the headache never-ending and growing in intensity. It was the same routine: wake up still chained, sometimes gagged, and be beaten by Mr. Trout and Mr. Pickles. Occasionally, Snatcher himself would do the himself, followed by insistence that he build him a death machine.

And every time, he would refuse. He couldn’t be made to destroy an entire species like that. But still, he was starving, and would only be given food if he cooperated. He knew he couldn’t give in, and yet—

Crack.

Herbert Trubshaw screamed as a fist connected with his face, breaking his nose. Blood spurted from his nostrils, causing him to choke and gag on it as it filled his windpipe. He coughed, unable to spit out the gag in his mouth, or the blood that filled it.

“Come on, Trubshaw, all you gotta do is agree to build my device, and this will stop,” Snatcher mused. “I’ll even get you some jelly! I know how much you liked jelly.”

“Mmm… nnph.” He shook his head, tasting the metallic tang of blood in his mouth, soaking into his gag.

He thought of his son, his boy. His baby. How old would he be now? He wasn’t sure. Was he safe? Was he still alive? Oh, he regretted the way things had played out. He wished he could be there with his son, protecting him. Raising him. Teaching him to be inventive, compassionate, kind, and understanding.

But, no. He couldn’t do that now. Not hanging upside down, chained and gagged, beaten within an inch of his life. He was breaking.

Jelly. Snatcher had mentioned jelly, and oh, how he loved jelly. He longed for a taste of it, rather than the dirty cloth shoved in his mouth, or the blood trickling down his throat. He groaned miserably.

“Are you breaking, Mr. Trubshaw?” Snatcher asked. “Tired of this?”

“Nnnuuuhhhh.” He was exhausted. He hurt. He was starving. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Plll— pfffff…”

“Is that a ‘no, stop, please, Mr. Snatcher, I’ll do whatever you want?’, Mr. Trubshaw?” Snatcher growled. “If not—”

“Mmmff!” He squirmed, choking further on the blood that never stopped flowing.

“Do you want me to stop? And do you agree to help me?”

Trubshaw nodded, tears flowing down his upside-down face. Snatcher’s face lit up, in a horribly grotesque way. His crooked, rotting teeth glinted in the dim light of the factory. He’d just made a horrible mistake, but he had no choice. It was cow to Snatcher’s demands, or die.

#whump #whump writings #chained whump #gagged whump #the boxtrolls

[soledadcatalina]

[id: 20 coloured portraits of various characters in the cast of wooden overcoats in rows of 4. from left to right, top down are as featured: (row 1 start) rudyard funn, antigone funn, georgie crusoe, eric chapman (row 2 start) reverend nigel wavering, mayor desmond desmond, nana crusoe, jennifer delacroix, (row 3 start) dr. henry edgeware, agatha doyle, sid marlowe, petunia bloom (row 4 start) lady vivienne templar, marlena magdalena, bijou, seymour prophitte, (row 5 start) herbert cough, mrs. scruple, tanya, and bill. /end id]

this post but remastered in colour + some new buds i added later. i haven’t really joined a podcast fandom until i attempt to draw as many names to faces as i can lol. also apologies to people who are super organized taggers lol

#wooden overcoats #acessible fanart #casetrippy does art #image description #rudyard funn #antigone funn #georgie crusoe #eric chapman #nigel wavering #desmond desmond #nana crusoe #jennifer delacroix #henry edgeware #agatha doyle #sid marlowe #petunia bloom #lady templar #marlene magdalena #bijou #seymour prophitte #herbert cough #mrs scruple #tanya wo #bill wo #you know the experience of lining up and organizing your toys for fun #making a big reference sheet has a same effect for me

[podcastbrainrotdad]

"Why is Georgie not-?" Are you going to look me in the eye and tell me Georgina Crusoe is a cringefail loser? Will you pledge that in front of God?

#wooden overcoats podcast #wooden overcoats #wo podcast #wo #podcasts #fiction podcast #audio drama

[violet-ram]

i saw both reanimator movies in one day and then i read a fic where dan turns into a vampire and i was struck w inspiration via a swift metal pipe to the head. this is my final message before i disappear into the forest to draw more art.  you can find the fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40545945

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#guys im totally normal like so normal #starts biting and gnawing on my arm #im not normal actually sorry #cough. anyways #blood #cw blood #herbert west #daniel cain #danbert #the reanimator #reanimator #reanimator fanart #digital art #art #fanart #artists on tumblr #violet-ram art

[strangestcase]

Victor Frankenstein would NOT die if he smoked weed. He smokes weed daily because Henry dared him and while he was high he discovered he was transfem but did nothing with the information. Poor guy gets a fucking bad coughing fit every time and it makes her so so scared and she also hates the smell- but she hates to admit she's addicted. Herbert West however would explode if he even looked at a joint.

#victor frankenstein #herbert west #frankenstein #re animator

[knightinink]

Do you have any dip hanahaki disease headcannons?

Ooh this could actually go along with my Damien hc's nicely! Lets get this one rolling! 🌹🌷

-Okay so I feel that it would affect Damien more than it would affect Pip, since he would be less likely to confess his feelings & let them bottle up. Going off of another post of mine where I (kinda) talk about how Damien's mean & evil persona is just a front because he's scared & insecure underneath it all, & he's afraid of what could happen if people were to see his more vulnerable & sensitive side. He wants to be soft & tender, but he doesn't know how to express this to Pip, so he just keeps it inside.

-At some point, the demon notices that he has a bit of a hard time breathing, but doesn't think too much of it. That silly disease couldn't be real, right? It was just some stupid folktale! Something made up to scare people!

-A few weeks go by, & it's becoming more & more difficult for the demon to breathe, & he's horrified when, while he's roughly coughing into the bathroom sink, a repeating sharpness feels like its poking into his throat & he quickly falls to his knees, knuckles white as he grips the edge of the toilet bowl, & hacks up whatever he's now choking on.

-He's finally able to cough up whatever felt like it was shredding his throat, & as he blinks tears out of his eyes, he zeros in on the small bundle of about 5 red roses, thorns shining crimson with his blood, & turning the water slightly pink. Eyes widening in horror, he falls back onto his butt, his breathing picking up as he begins to panic, & a taste of nature floods his mouth as he clenches his teeth shut; the roses have left their vines, & they have rooted into his lungs quite nicely, not intent on letting go.

-He would hide this from his father & Pip of course, but he wouldn't be able to for very long.

-Pip meanwhile keeps coughing up pink tulip petals every now & then, but they always eventually cough up all wilted, as Pip is thoroughly convinced that whatever romantic interest he's ever had will not come to be, as he is simply not capable of being loved; everyone in his upbringing had reminded him oh so many times of this. It was true with Estella, & it was true with Herbert (bless him!), that whenever Pip would finally decide to get close, he would end up convincing himself that he wasn't worth their time, that he would be bothering them, & would back out.

-This would continue... except for when it came to Damien.

-There was something within the Brit that just wouldn't let the demon go from his mind, & ever since then the petals would come up flourishing, no longer in their dreary, wilted state. About a week had gone by when the first full flower had shown up, a soft pastel pink, petals open in all their beauty. Pip was horrified.

-More time would go by & the confession would come first from Damien, who is being drowned from the inside by his own blood, as there is a full rose bush growing in & around his chest & chest cavity, the thorns ripping through the tender flesh. Pip would be in shock, completely oblivious to the fact that the feelings he had harbored for the demon laying his head in his lap as he lay dying, had been returned this entire time.

-Damien would just laugh in a fuzzy sense of warmth, as well as the irony of being killed by something of his namesake. He would ask Pip to kiss him, the latter obligingly leaning down to do so, & presses a tearful kiss to the demon's bloodied lips. Their lips are lightly pushed apart as a red rose & a pink tulip come to the surface, brushing against each other tenderly, before they melt into a kiss of their own.

-When Pip breaks from the kiss, he's met with glazed-over eyes that were once as vibrant as the blood that he could still taste on his lips. He brushed a hand delicately over the rose & the tulip. then brushes the hair away from the demon's face so he could see all of him more clearly. Pip choked back a sob.

-Damien was gone.

#OOO WOW DID THAT GET ANGSTY QUICKLY #yes I know that Damien could've lived with his confession but y'know. the hurt/no comfort & Major Character Death & all that #& Pip's a hopeless romantic so maybe he fares a bit better with the disease than Damien did because of that. Pip knew what he was doing #while Damien had no clue #also my first time writing hanahaki? how'd I do? #pip pirrup #damien thorn #sp dip #pip x damien #south park headcanons #south park #my askbox

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Herbert Bomb vs Coughing Louie

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In the fall of 1943, a group of Italian doctors (left to right)—Giovanni Borromeo, Adriano Ossicini, and Vittorio Sacerdoti—got together to come up with a fake disease called Syndrome K.

Their goal was to save the Jewish people of Rome who had fled to their hospital seeking protection by spreading rumors of a deadly, disfiguring disease that was so contagious that the Nazis would want to be nowhere near the vicinity of the patients.

Concocting a fake disease also allowed the Italian doctors and hospital staff to easily distinguish actual patients from the Jewish people who were seeing refuge. “Syndrome K was put on patient papers to indicate that the sick person wasn’t sick at all, but Jewish. We created those papers for Jewish people as if they were ordinary patients, and in the moment when we had to say what disease they suffered? It was Syndrome K, meaning ‘I am admitting a Jew,’ as if he or she were ill, but they were all healthy ... The idea to call it Syndrome K, like Kesselring or Kappler, was mine," said Ossicini in an interview with the Italian newspaper La Stampa in 2016.

"Kesselring" was a reference to Albert Kesselring, the Nazi commander who was in charge of the occupation of Italy. "Kappler" was a reference to Herbert Kappler, a Nazi police chief in Rome who was responsible for the killings of 335 hostages (including 57 Jews) during World War 2.

There were special rooms designated for those infected with Syndrome K and Jewish children were encouraged to cough to discourage Nazi inspectors from entering. “The Nazis thought it was cancer or tuberculosis, and they fled like rabbits,” said Vittorio Sacerdoti in an interview with BBC in 2004.

#WW2 #Shoah #Syndrome K