#dun dun duuunnn

[cursegirlrabbit]

New Character coming to the FR Universe ^.^

#Furious Revenge AU #new character #ta da #dun dun duuunnn #Fanfic #Fanart #silhouette #guess guess guess #to be revealed

[dietmimo]

#dietmimo doodles #orv #omniscient reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv biyoo #hapi turkey day wooooooo #since Biyoo is a turkey #is she edible now? #dun dun DUUUNNN #time to crack open the oven and get some gravy LOL

[itsnotreal]

7 or 13!! ✨

Harry made his way out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed, with a towel wrapped around his still damp hair. He’d been dog (and house) sitting for his bosses son for the past week. It was mostly easy, except for when Clifford terrorized the house. Which— had been everyday so far. But, today it hadn’t happened. Dare he say ‘yet’?

Louis was due home within the hour, and the last thing he needed was the man to come home to a giant mess. His boss would probably— most definitely, fire him.

He made his way into the living room and gave a small coo towards Clifford who was laying on the carpet munching on a bone of some sort. “Clifford you’ve been such a good boy today.” He said, making his way over towards him to give his head a little pat.

The sound of the garage opening below them, made Clifford bark, and then he jumped up and made his way towards the basement door. Somehow, on the way, he managed to knock into the kitchen table, sending the lasagna Harry had made flying off and into the wall with a giant crash.

Harry pinched his lips together, pulling the towel off his head and fixing his hair in the mirror that was above the table. Okay. So maybe his bosses son was incredibly sexy. He walked over to the casserole dish that was now laying on the floor— somehow unscathed and right side up.

The universe must be on his side today.

The door to the basement opened, a very excited Clifford barking and jumping around Louis. “Hello, love. Missed me, did you?” He let out a little laugh, though it tapered off when he glanced up at Harry who was standing by the lasagna at the table. “Oh. Hello. Figured you’d be gone.”

Harry’s face flushed, “Right. Well— that one has been a right terror this whole week so I figured I’d stay until you got here and had him in your sights. I got bored so I made you a lasagna.” He shrugged, ringing his hands together as he backed his way towards the hallway. “I just need to grab my bags and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Louis hummed, “You’ve made lasagna? It’s only fair that you get to try it at least. Stay and eat with me. Could use the company.”

“Oh, I couldn’t—.”

“You can and you will. Let me just put this—.” He held his suitcase up. “In my bedroom and I’ll be right back.”

Harry nodded, biting his lip as he watched the other man make his way towards his bedroom. Harry hadn’t been in that room the whole trip. It was private. He would never go in there unless—.

“This is such a mess?” Louis shrieked. Uh oh.

#DUN DUN DUUUNNN #anon #drabble

[xuchiwa]

@towercursed​ asked: Her eyes flicker up to him, flat and lifeless yet gaining a spark of defensiveness as he walks in. Another Harbinger, here to gawk at her, she supposes. But she's still struck by how young he is - are the Fatui just employing children to do their work for them? Especially by her standards, even if most of her immortal life has been spent encased in amber, he seems so young to harbour this much hated.

Anyway, she supposes there's no point in dwelling on that. She made a deal with the Fatui, there's no way she'll get out of it by wondering what went wrong in their lives. At least not in front of them - she can ponder it all she wants when she's alone ( because privacy doesn't exist when you're in a place like this ) but since he's here, she's guessing there's a reason.

" What is it? " She sighs, dejectedly slotting the bookmark in between her pages so she can place it beside her. If there's a job to be done, she'll have to leave it here anyway. " If you're here to stare, could we at least have a conversation while you do? "

She looked... underwhelming. The girl before him looked as much as a god as he did, and he felt his brows furrow in the slightest bit of both disappointment and confusion. It had taken Sasuke awhile to circle back to this location, to tie up his own missions across the land and round back up his own men before arriving here, but he has been kept informed through messengers. ( Mostly his hawk. ) About the goddess that had been discovered encased in amber; the one who had a connection to Morax.

He wasn’t terribly interested in her backstory or how she came to be -- he was mostly interested in the fact that the Fatui had a goddess in their captivity that wasn’t eroded half out of their mind.

The harbinger is brought out of his thoughts by the tired voice that addressed him, dark eyes watching as she shifted herself in preparation for whatever it is he disturbed her for. He had heard that she had been more than willing to help them with her ability, but... he supposed that was before Childe had showed her the truth.

“--Fine.” Arms crossed over his chest, his eyes still settled on her for another silent moment before walking further into the room; until he standing before her. “If you’re worried about a job to be done, don’t be. I’m not here for your services, I’m here for your information.”

His eyes scanned over her, as though hoping he could find the answers he sought just from studying her. “You’re not an archon -- but you are still immortal. And you are close with them.” All information she knew, obviously, but eyes narrowed further as he finally ventured where he wanted to go.

“--- I need to know what needs to be done in order to kill one.”

#towercursed #v; ( you took it all; but i'm still breathing ) genshin impact #; ( answered ask ) #// dun dUN DUUUNNN--- #meanwhile punz is just; wtf go to bed baby uchiha-- #;q

[a-strange-inkling]

📓, please?

Alright, so I’ve also talked about this one, but haven’t written anything for it yet, but I love it so much.

Hunger Games AU, but instead of a Katniss/Peeta story it’s more of a Finnick/Annie story where Eddie’s Chrissy’s mentor (with Hopper too) and the other tribute from her district is dun dun duuunnn Jason. Eddie won when he was sixteen (by luck and always running away from a fight), and he’s known as the great coward among the other Victors.

Chrissy lost her younger brother a few years prior to being reaped as a tribute and her home life is horrible. She doesn’t believe she has any chance at winning nor really cares if she lives or dies. She and Jason were once together, but she broke it off with him some months before.

Jason is determined to keep her alive, but also gets caught up with being loved and adored by the Capital. Hopper thinks he has the best shot at surviving and wants to focus on getting him through the games.

But Eddie’s been secretly in love with Chrissy since they were children together and they only grow closer during their time together. He will do anything to convince her that she has to win, that her life is worth living.

Also, Chrissy becoming a Capital darling and being able to fill the role so well, but actually dying inside.

Annndd, Henry Creel as the president…

I love this idea so much 😭

It also comes down to Chrissy vs Jason in the arena!

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #ask games #fic ideas

[biographydivider]

Jellybean

For @acewithapaintbrush​, who was disappointed that the baby sibling in the background isn’t canon.

“Welcome one and all to Puppet History --!”

“Professor, keep it down. Sensitive ears, remember?”

“Oh - oh, right, yeah, sorry Mom. Okay. Today,” The Professor whispered, resting his tiny (but not as tiny as it had once been) nose on the crib’s railing, “we’ll be taking an ever-winding look at yet another chapter in the heavy heavy book we call history, while our guests ruthlessly compete for the coveted cup, and the title of History Master. I am, of course, your beloved host and big brother, The Professor!”

He held for applause that never arrived. Instead, someone blew a raspberry. He wasn’t sure who it was, but assumed it was Ryan and mentally took off a History Point, just to be safe.

“Uncle Ryan, are you ready?!”

“Not quite sure how you roped me into this,” Ryan said from the other side of the crib, idly spinning a teething ring around one finger, “but yeah. Sure.”

“Special guest and baby puppet/dinosaur hybrid Jellybean, are you ready?!”

Lying in the crib on her back - holding her tiny, fuzzy, orange feet in her tiny, fuzzy, orange claws - The Professor’s baby sister gazed up into his eyes with all the love and innocence in the world, and farted.

“Then let’s crack in! Dun Duuunnn!” The Professor flailed his arms, and Jellybean giggled.

A baby sister had been a...surprise. But it wasn’t like The Professor’s life could get much weirder. He knew his parents had a, uh, robust romantic life. But he really wasn’t expecting to come home from filming one day to find them waiting for him at the door, giving each other goo-goo eyes and talking about something very, very important they had to show him in the spare room.

“Now that asteroidation isn’t an issue,” his dad had said, “your mother and I wanted to make the family a little bigger.”

“Plus, you weren’t exactly a normal birth, baby,” his Mom had added. “I wanted to experience the full, natural journey to motherhood; from a night of loving, mindless passion with your father right the way through incubation, ending with a brand new baby to care for.”

“And we always thought you’d make a wonderful big brother.”

“You...you thought that about me?” The Professor asked, gazing at the egg sitting in a pile of cut grass his Mom had hoarded just the week before - payment for Dad running the lawnmower over Ryan’s mom’s lawn in readiness for Too Many Spirits 2023. The Professor had asked her what she was doing, and she’d just chuckled at him and told him he didn’t need to know. Which was dumb - he was The Professor! He needed to know everything.

“Of course we did, baby!” his mother said, wrapping him up in a big hug. “You’re so intelligent and creative - and so cute - what better role model could a lil’ dino baby ask for?”

“Aw, guuuuuuys...”

Her name was Scout. But even before she’d hatched, her big brother had always called her Jellybean.

“Now,” The Professor began, “do either of you have any experience with teddy bears?”

“Actually,” Ryan piped up, “I have a real cute story about this bear that my grandpa --”

“Gahbaghabababa!” Jellybean squealed, her tail thumping against the mattress of the crib as she made a grab for the copy of Quantum Theory For Babies that The Professor had bought her when she was born. She liked to chew on it while she thought.

“That’s a really good point,” The Professor cried. “You know, I hadn’t thought about that! A jellybean for the baby sister!”

“Beeee!”

“That’s right; a bean! You’re so smart.”

“Hey!” Ryan complained, picking up a blankie and lobbing it over the top of the crib at his friend. “I thought we were leaving favouritism behind us, Professor?”

“We are!” The Professor insisted, dodging the projectile with ease. “She just made a really good point.”

“Sure she did.”

“Anyway; our story today is about a President, a defenseless cub, and how capitalism really just can’t just leave things alone. This is the story of the very first teddy bear!”

“Of course,” Ryan grumbled, “when it’s for the channel it’s cannibalism and propeller butchery; but she gets literal softball topics...”

“She’s a fuckin’ baby, dude - what do you expect?”

“Language, son!” came a call from the living room. “You can play with the baby as long as you behave.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry, Dad.”

The Professor looked down into the crib at his sister, who smiled back up at him. There was a glint in her eye that he knew very, very well. A chaotic, fun-loving, too-clever-for-their-own-good sparkle. He had a feeling that, between them, there would be a lot of time for mischief when she got a bit bigger. As well as a lot of learning.

“So, anyway, our story begins...”

#puppet history #we are watcher #puppet history fanfic #Quantum Theory For babies is a real book FYI

[baeshijima]

Girl my bf downloaded a power rangers game on my phone

GO GO POWER RANGERS !!

DUUUNNN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DA

#omg a convo !? #mutuals !! #honestly hes a real one for that

[magicalgirlpropaganda]

Hate tiktok bcs of tht sound that does "dun.. Dundun. Dun dun dun. Duuunnn.. Thats some bullshit!" Uses music from corpse party so every time i play corpse party, i cant stop thinking about that sound

This sound

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRsUKEmQ/

The background music is the main theme in corpse party

https://youtu.be/h0ytFDJjKmg

#corpse party

[punkiesims]

DUN DUN DUUUNNN

#this is literally the first time hes shown up #they have negative relationship lmao #but he came and stood in the rain and left #like what

[a-noah-nova]

Hello, I'm making my first post be about some my OCs

The purple being with the three eyes is Glabella and the little bandaged being is Glabella's best friend, Cerebellum. Glabella is a cutesy, fashionable purple being who is the top student in her class. Glabella created Cerebellum with body parts of unknown origin (definitely NOT from the nearby graveyard.) Cerebellum may have a few screws loose (in a more literal sense), but she has her heart in the right place (in a figurative sense). And the two are students of the School House of Horror!!! (Dun-dun-duuunnn!) The school where all the students and staff are evil in their own special ways! In general, the two (and their world) are a parody of those old edutainment games!

Fun fact: Glabella is named after an area on your skull that's inbetween your eyebrows and above the nose, it'd be where your third eye be (if you had one)

#digital arwork #art #oc #original character #horror

[arytha]

The visitor before Yasumi and myself entered the room. It was me. Or rather I should say it was another me. Both myself and <me> looked at each other with an astonished look on our face. It was me. "Who, who are you?" I had lost all sense of being able to speak. It was if I had been in a time slip and stepped into a space where I was.

ohhhh. dun dun duuunnn. lines in parallel suddenly intersecting. yasumi what did u do

#mara reads #mr haruhi #kyon meeting himself: what the fuck

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

First Time to Orbit: Unknown Patreon bonus tomorrow! First up, patrons will get to see Aspen’s Javelin Program ID card, containing some information on Aspen and.... dun-dun-duuunnn!!! Their canon face!

And the next day, a new Curse Words chapter! Readers, get ready to see where this mysterious new man is taking Kayden and Kylie. Patrons, get ready to unravel the mystery of just what this tentacle monster is.

Also, we’re just $22 away from our next Patreon goal -- which will result in doubling the Curse Words chapter release speed! That’s right; at the next Patreon goal, we’ll move up to two releases of Curse Words per week. You can watch these kids cause problems and get into trouble twice as fast!

#curse words #time to orbit: unknown #web serial

[tenpixelsusie]

bwahhhhhh bwahhhh bwhahhhh DUUUNNN DUN DUNNNND U hi

hi !

#asks? in my inbox? it's more likely than you think.

[failedintsave]

Rejoin 2 electric boogaloo 🎸

[WIP asks]

I couldn't decide where to cut this off so this is kind of a lengthy section from chapter one.

Knees cracking as he stood upright again, Toki waved goodnight around the table and made his way to Skwisgaar's—no, their—room. The glossy white interior may not look changed to the untrained eye, but to Toki it was like a Spot the Difference puzzle from one of the Highlights magazines in the doctor's waiting room. For one, he always made the bed in the morning, something Skwisgaar had never bothered to do. There sat Deddy, nestled between primly fluffed pillows. Twin bathrobes swung against the back of the door as he closed it, a pair of bunny-shaped slippers peeked out from beneath the bed, a set of phone chargers trailed over the top of the dresser. But most obvious was the other couple they shared the room with: the two guitars racked side by side.

He undressed and dumped his clothes into the hamper, peeling back the covers on his side of the bed and sliding into the crisp sheets. Curling on his side facing the door, Toki closed his eyes, pushing away thoughts of venue sizes and broadcast schedules and letting the starlit darkness envelop him.

The grass is cool beneath his bare feet, damp with dew or from recent rain, the ground soft and spongy as he turns to get his bearings. Overhead, the sky is a vast, empty expanse without stars or moon, but as he watches, faint sparks begin to erupt from all around. They rain down, a meteor shower, falling like cooling embers from a massive bonfire, and where they land they sink into the earth leaving smoking pits.

A tremor shakes the ground, and from one of the craters sprouts a crystalline spire, the flat planes of its four facets twisted in a gentle corkscrew. Another rises, then another and another, their warped surfaces shining like mirrors, boxing him in like a fun house maze. He winds his way between the pinnacles, his features exaggerated by the rippling reflections: giant eyes, pinched mouth, lopsided ears.

One of the falling cinders thumps to the ground ahead of him but doesn't burn its way through the soil. Smaller than the others, it cools and hardens, leaving behind an opaque ruby chunk of stone. He picks it up, no trace of warmth remaining in the jewel as he turns it over in his fingers, but an odd tingle races up his arms, goosebumps rising in its wake. He pockets the gem and continues weaving between the obelisks, trying to find his way free. He attempts to avoid looking at the distorted images staring back at him, but he reaches a dead end and another flash of red catches his eye.

Pickles stares back at him from the monolith's polished surface, his eyes blank. The reflection's limbs move to mimic his own gestures but the drummer's visage remains flat and unchanged. He turns, and the adjacent mirror shows him Murderface, his lips curled back in a silent snarl, brows cinched. He runs but disorientation sends him headlong into a wall where he thought there'd been an aisle before. He bounces off the cambered barrier, Nathan's piercing green eyes watching him scramble to his feet. Feeling along the glassy facade, he searches with his hands for a way out of the corner he's trapped himself in.

He stumbles when a gap appears, nearly falling on his face as he trips forward into another junction between spires, catching himself against the bottom of another diamond mirror. Familiar boots stand behind the translucent pane.

Skwisgaar's features are drawn and pale, hair closer to white than brilliant gold. The reflection doesn't mimic his movements as he clambers upright again, or when he reaches out instinctually to stroke a high cheekbone. His fingers meet cold stone rather than flesh, the barrier between them stopping him short. Skwisgaar raises his arm to match. His palm slams against the glass, the surface ringing with a high, clear note like a bell.

He screams.

Dun dun duuunnn! Lol

#wip ask game #thanks! 💜 #seriously i want to have some of this ready for posting soon im just trying not to fly by the seat of my pants as much this time around lol

[missq10]

#Dealbreakers

What up Interweb Strangers?! As is my pattern, it's been a while! Currently, we are in the middle the first year of the 20s. Let's hope this ridiculousness is not a precursor for the rest of the decade. Woof.

Anyhooters, let's dive in to some of the ridiculousness. We had Australian Bush fires, a failed impeachment, a global pandemic and personally, I tried dating. It's been quite an adventure.

Now, based on the title and the above list where I buried the lead a bit, you can tell this one is about [insert dramatic effect music here] dating! In particular, my experience with a man who we will call Evan.

Long story short: we met on an app; we talked and went on a few dates over about 2ish months; we Netflixed & Chilled. Then, he hit me with an "I'm not in a good headspace to date anybody, but you're dope. Good luck" text.

I did the thing where I was disappointed and my feelings were hurt, etc. Ultimately, I respected what seemed like honesty. So, I wished him luck and moved on.

Welp, fast forward a few months, a global viral outbreak and BOOM, out of nowhere Evan text me - dun dun duuunnn!!!

Let's just say, I freaked out a bit. Apparently he hadn't stopped thinking about me and wanted another chance. So I had to call the calvary. Shout out to my Ride or Die Council! They helped me see that this was an opportunity to see where things could go with a dude had previously been really into!

Evan and I basically picked up where we left off...after some talk about what the intentions were and how things left off before. We talked a lot. Then we hung out before the Covid-19 stay-at-home orders went into effect. Things were cool....so I thought.

Evan and I stayed pretty upfront about all the taboos: exes, religion, politics, likes and dislikes. So I thought most of the dealbreakers were out of the way. Except nope! After we hung out and were making plans to hangout again I received the following message:

"Hey. I thought over the weekend and I can't date someone who doesn't like It's Always Sunny. I've done it in the past and it never worked out. I thought I could get over it because you're dope in other ways, but I can't. I'm very happy I tried again even if it ended the same..."

Riiiiiiggghhtttt. To clarify, "It's Always Sunny" is the TV show 'It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia'. Yes, the TV show.

Now, for those of you that may be thinking, get over it girl, he's not into you, no need to blog about it, I have two things to say: 1) Nah, that was some Grade A, bullshit-dude fuckery and it's not gonna slide. 2) You must be new to my blog, but I digress.

This is why I don't date.

[the-invisible-queer]

cactus, chia, camellia, chamomile?

Cactus: Something you're currently learning about?

At this very moment? Nothing. However, I do have a history post I have to write for Monday so I'll be either learning more about PL Travers resentment for the Mary Poppins movie OR Rod Stewart doing cocaine up his ass. Whichever I can find more information on and write an interesting post about.

Chia: What's an inside joke you have with someone else?

So when we were younger, my dad used to take my brothers and I on drives to look at mansions in our state. And one time we passed by a few houses with the Free Masons emblem on their brick wall. And my brothers and I had no idea what it was but my dad said it was bad so everytime my brothers and I saw the Free Masons emblem one of us - usually me - would make a quiet scared scream or a gasp. And then it evolved to us just going "dun dun duuunnn"

Camellia: What were you like when you were younger? Do you think you've changed a lot?

Still annoying. Still obsessive. Less self-aware. WAY more apologetic to take up space.

Literally who I am RIGHT NOW is so similar to who I was in 2008. Like this whole Jonas Brothers obsession is weird because been there done that and now I'm back. Just more horny.

I've changed by becoming more anxious, more depressed but less apologetic about existing. Though I still have abandonment issues so I try to take less room as to not scare anyone away.

Chamomile: What kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

I appreciate anything in the form of "this made me think of you". Doesn't have to be physical. One of my best friends sent me a TikTok last night and was like "idk why but they remind me of you". Just to know people think of me makes me soft because I've always been the last resort, last chosen, most excluded person in every scenario - even with my own family.

BUT if you're wondering what to get me for my birthday I am accepting rocks. I am going to be 27 and have decided I want to start collecting rocks again.

I used to collect rocks as a kid. Literally had a suitcase full of them, but one day my mom decided to be a cunt and made me empty my entire suitcase in the backyard and I wasn't allowed to bring any rocks inside the house - if she found one she'd beat me.

And I've been yearning for my rocks again for decades.