#have some

[alexxuun]

Happy valentines dreamling nation!

#i love bad valentines card meme #have some #alexxuun #the sandman #dreamling #the sandman fanart #dream of the endless #hob gadling #valentines card

[janahanooo]

*during an overblot you know, another Tuesday for Yuu and the gang*

Trainer Yuu: *is on a verge of a migrain* think Yuu... how could we-

Trainer Yuu: *looks at psyduck* Bingo!

Psyduck: Psy?

Trainer Yuu: PSYDUCK USE DAMP! *points at the overblot*

Psyduck: Psy!

Ace: And how does that help?!?! That's a duck!

Deuce: watch out!

Overblotted student: *grunts and falls down*

Psyduck: Psy-psy!

Ace: ...I take it back

Trainer Yuu: that's my duckling! Aww look at you, so brave and cute!

Deuce: Literaly how???

Trainer Yuu: *sigh* one of Psyduck's move is Damp. Damp means, that Psyduck dampens his surroundings, preventing other pokémon from using self-destructive moves. Such as exploision and stuff.

Trainer Yuu: I figured, it couldn't hurt to try it out on overblotted students...

Deuce: so you actually had no idea if it would have worked-

Ace: and you still did it?!

Trainer Yuu: did we win or not?

ADeuce: ...what kind of food does your duck likes?

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #twst x pokemon #pokemon trainer yuu #twisted wonderland ace trappola #twst ace #acedeuce #twisted wonderland deuce #twst deuce #psyduck #figgured you guys missed my twst x pokemon shitposts so~ #have some #I looked after what kind of moves can Psyduck learn #and thought “huh that's perfect” so yeah #I knew he's the best pokemon

[owlpellet]

#have some #doves

[bothsides11]

2:18 AM // S.01 E.05: Blood Hive

#failed to update my fic #have some #snowjanus #yellowjackets #I was thinking of Nat and Javi #if it wasn't obvious

[lavellenchanted]

How about Bridgerton + “still waters run deep” for the fic summary game?

When someone discovers that Penelope is infamous gossip columnist Lady Whistledown, her life changes overnight. Instead of writing the story, she is the story - reporters are camped out on her doorstep, she's trending on social media, she can't even go out to get groceries without her photo being taken.

Desperate to escape London and lie low for a while, she turns to her best friend Eloise, who gives her the keys and security codes for the Bridgertons' holiday house up in the Scottish highlands - a house that has acres of isolated grounds and is a long drive from even the nearest village.

But when Penelope gets there, she finds it's already occupied by Eloise's brother and her long-time crush, Colin, who told his family he was jetsetting round the world while he's actually sequestered himself away to figure out what the hell he wants to do with his life.

Penelope's arrival is a welcome distraction from that dilemma, but as he spends time with her he starts to realise there's more to his little sister's best friend than he ever knew - and that maybe they're both exactly what the other needs.

send me title and a fandom/ship and I'll write you a fake fic summary

#thanks lovely! #I did have a darker idea with freddie/edwina where she's a rusalka type spirit and he's trying to figure out what happened to her #but in honour of the s3 trailer #have some #polin #bridgerton #fake fic meme

[0junemeatcleaver0]

okay so my brain apparently wants to focus solely on a shit post instead of outlining this fic, working on my novel, or finishing my substack post but here we go because my brain worms have decided to fixate on the boys playing with guns. cool.

𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓

but i just keep picturing armand deciding his latest fixation is now guns. pistols, specifically, and he's got quite a lovely collection going on. he probably finds it really meditative to take them apart and restore them, the ones that are worse for wear.

and so there are just a bunch of fucking hand guns out on a table when lestat comes over. some are already restored, some are being worked on. armand has a thin sheen of blood sweat coating his forehead from sheer concentration alone--the goal is always, for him, to make the gun operable but not to damage it in any way and never accidentally strip any of the patina off, which can lower the value of the gun drastically.

they're fussing at each other. it's mostly playful and the funniest part about this whole debacle is that it's not even the worst fight they've ever had. it's not even ugly for the forms their spats take in the modern era.

but lestat, as always, is feeling cheeky and in mock offense scoops a gun off the table and aims it squarely at armand's chest--laughing at the momentary look of shocked outrage that crosses his face.

"knock it off, lestat." armand scowls, picking up one of his many small tools to resume work on the pistol currently in his hands.

"why? scared?" he's smiling but the truth is, he is the one that is scared. something happened when he picked up the pistol--his heart beginning to trip over itself. the last time he pointed a gun at something, it mattered, it meant something. he's not had much reason to point a gun at anything since his turning but some near-human part of him (or an echo of his former humanity) is screaming and thrashing like a beast inside of him.

"please." armand rolls his eyes, spitting the word out as though the thought of ever being scared of lestat is the stupidest thing he can imagine. he doesn't even have the decency to look up to mock him, just keeps running a small, soft bottle brush inside the barrel of the gun in his hand.

anger momentarily flares in lestat and he's shocked to find his finger tightening on the trigger a fraction before he eases off the pressure.

"i could, you know." lestat sniffs haughtily. "i could shoot you."

"oh, and what a tragedy that would be." armand sounds bored of him already. he's hold a gun on the little shit and he's bored. "please, sir," he mocks, voice dripping sarcasm, "don't kill me. i'm too young to die!"

they both flinch when the gun goes off in lestat's hand. and while he doesn't remember telling his brain to pull the trigger he does recall the split second decision he made to aim just over armand's shoulder--bullet colliding with something breakable behind him. lestat doesn't know what he's just atomized into a fine powder that hangs in the air but armand doesn't even seem to need to turn to figure it out, chair legs scraping loudly over the floor as he rises to his feet like a VHS skipping --and isn't that an old reference! one he doubts his son would understand. but don't worry, viktor, i'm full of outdated references that would boggle the mind--

logically he cannot work out which he's aware of first--the sound of the shot or the bullet connecting with his shoulder. do bullets travel faster than the speed of sound? modern ones certainly, but these hunks of rust?

"--my damned Yongzheng vase!" armand is saying when he tunes back into what's being screamed at him.

it ultimately doesn't matter--the shot won't kill him but it certainly hurts and so that's the only bit of the tirade he catches before his attention is squarely on his shoulder and the searing pain radiating out from it, down his bicep and into his back.

"would you rather i had hit you?" lestat hisses through his teeth. his senses are a heady mixture of hot pain, the coppery-sweet smell of his blood, and the sensation of his body starting to knit itself together.

"yes!" it's one of the most ridiculous things lestat has heard in a minute but the seriousness with which its said sets him off into a fit of laughter again--guffawing harder and the look of irritation on aramnd's face.

"fine!" he proclaims between giggles, "have this, then."

he's not truly aiming when he squeezes the trigger this time, just points it vaguely at armand's form and fires. it grazes his side, sliding between the barely-there hollow between ribs. lestat's not certain if the bullet has even had time to settle into the wall behind armand before he's being shot at again--this time the bullet connecting with his hip.

it's worse than before, his leg buckling so that he must catch himself on the table before him. the pain is bad enough but his heightened senses means he can acutely hear the bone chipping and splintering where armand's shot has caught his pelvis.

his vision is red, the roaring in his head drowning out whatever thoughts he's having. whether he thinks to shoot again is lost on even him, his brain only coming on line quick enough to watch a large red stain spread stickily over the torso of armand's shirt, hearing himself finish whatever he was saying with a resounding, "--my fucking hip!"

it happens too quickly--he thinks perhaps he's feeling that tingling under his skin that feels so much like a million ants marching to duty to weave together the fibers of his muscle, cement his bone back in place. or it is merely the sensation of blood leaking carelessly from his body, trickling over his skin. he doesn't have time to puzzle it out before the gun goes off in armand's hand again.

the last thing he feels before momentary night engulfs him is the sensation--and sound, my god the sound!--of his lower jaw cracking, the right side parting from his face entirely. the indignity of feeling his mandible swinging like a barn door in a storm, marring the perfect beauty of his face.

the next thing he knows, he's staring up into the disapproving face of marius, shoving his open wrist into the red-gape of writhing pain where lestat's mouth used to be.

#i should be doing anything else #but i wrote this instead #here #have some #armand x lestat #gun play because why not

[melscrate]

#philza fanart #technofanart #doodle #have some #emerald duo

[keter-class-anomaly]

Life tip!

Microwaving/heating up chocolate milk DOES turn it into hot chocolate

#you DONT have to buy silly cocoa power packets #you can instead donate them to my girlfriend #who will eat them raw #chocolate milk #hot chocolate #have some #because you’re epic #keter class ass #I did not realize this for a long time #is the thing

[meinqiwu]

and here i am, leaving you clues

#each time i post my art style is changing but anyways #have some #jeangst #jean vicquemare #jean vicquemare fanart #digital art #fanart #illustration #disco elysium #disco elysium fanart #de #disco elysium art #harry du bois #sketches #digital illustration #meiq art

[bigfukaku]

excuse me while i try to maintain a regular posting schedule 🫠 anyway have some cringey doodles i made of Kowalski from the Madagascar franchise 🐧🔬

#have some #if you know why the toothbrush is there we can be friends #my art #fanart #fukakuart #madagascar #the penguins of madagascar #kowalski #kowalski the penguin #kowalski fanart #kowalski the penguin fanart #dreamworks #nickelodeon #humanization #traditional art

[ghostcat3000]

Sunday Six (2/12/23)

Polar night has subtleties that are easier to discern. Or maybe Isak has a better eye for the color blue, its minute shadings. Like the noon-time now―the richer cobalt blue at the top of the sky, dotted with breath-like wisps of clouds, the less-dark blue below it, and the salmon-pink band at the bottom. When Isak taps the cold window, his hand appears to hover over Rødtinden in the distance, and briefly, he imagines himself plucking the whole mountain from the earth.

“This is a pretty picture.” 

Even’s eyes are the very best blue. His favorite.

(from On The Grave, a SKAM fic work-in-progress)

#Sunday Six #Isak Valtersen #Even Bech Næsheim #SKAM fic #in honor of 2.12 #have some #On The Grave #aka Rest Easy book two #which will take me about three years to write #what can I say? #Nordic Noir #is my passion #happy birthday EBN #six sentence sunday #work-in-progress

[farminglesbian]

severance, season 1 (2022)

#have some #severance #caps i took! #finger trap #baby goats #dueling

[arandomnerdsrp358]

“Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie.“ (from Christian to Satine).

“Fine. You want to know the truth? If you’re caught here at all and especially with me you’ll be killed. I cannot be seen with you. I couldn’t live with myself if your blood was on my hands. I already can’t live with the fact that I don’t get to be with you.”

#have some #movie canon

[painsandconfusion]

"Falling and flightless, the spinning mind. Grasping at the darkness that slips through trembling fingertips. Unseen. Unknown. Cold and relentless.

An icy, unfamiliar conflagration of shame and desperation sucks the air from the void. Rips the soul from my chest and holds it high. A cracked and crumbling pedestal where it bleeds. Unseen. Unknown. Keening yet unheard. Dripping away life and blood and tears through the cracks.

Flesh and more pressed to the crevices. Striken and displayed - offered to the cold and dispassionate god of the void. Alone it sits. Alone it bleeds. Alone it waits. Obsecrate in its bareness. Begging to be consumed."

from a gorgeous rp with @wormwriting

#one of my rp ocs writes poetry on demand #when in pain #or desperate #so #here #have some #this also just so happens to be PW's clautrophobe #though he never figures out they will spit a line #he never cares to ask #whump poetry #self sacrifice #context: offering their life in place of another #desperate #sobbing #vens poetry

[cornpapers]

my dabloonsona. hes based on my siberian cat :^)

#dabloon cat #oc #art #hehe dabloon cats #if youre reading tags rn #have some #4 dabloons #:) #cat #dabloonsona

[pallweople]

Important message to all wall dwellers!!!

#y'all deserve some hugs #so here #have some #<3 #🫂