#Vhiskey

[lunameimei]

Vhiskétte complains about her life to Vax (on her pretentious throne in her VIP area in her parents’ club)

p.s. she's not literally his sister, even though they have the same parents, so consider it more of a multiverse lol

based on a meme

[doktor-green]

why'd you get so uncomfy at the mention of your dad?

No reason!! No reason!!

Vati vas…Uhh…

Actually, I have no memories of him!! Ma zays zhat he found a home in a vhiskey bottle.

I alvays vonder how one can live in ein bottle.

[smallerstudio]

The Single Malt, Invitation. #smallerstudio #lessismore #blackandwhite #minimal #agency #digitalart #digitaldesign #artwork #client #lessismore #vhiskey #thesinglemalt #cooper #invitations #emailmarketing #designer #workhard #tasted

[unlikelybailifflightdreamer]

Me and my pillows, and a blanket. 😁 Night dring...nice and sweet ❣ 🍃#nightcap #midnight #relaxing_time #blanket #decorativepillows #pink #grey #bed #livingroom #tv📺 🍃 #vhiskey #creamy #liquer 🍸🍷🍹 #goodnight 🍃🍃🍃 #opuštanje #liker #lakunoć ❣ https://www.instagram.com/p/BtrYad9HJhj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17st355e86m6y

[himejoshikomaeda]

i changed. my wodka for de vhiskey

[madhare0512]

Edward trying to get Henrik to quite drinking so much coffee. No Henriks adicted to monster energy drinks.

he's playing a dangerous game, haha.

"Edvard!" Henrik shouts from the kitchen.

Edward rushes through the house, fearing something terrible had happened. "What's wrong Henry?"

"Zee vhiskey, it is gone. Vere did it go?"

Edward sighs in relief, "I tossed it, Henry. You drink so much, I'm worried you'll hurt yourself."

It was his ex-wife who'd driven Henrik to drink. She'd been so awful to him, his memories of her had caused him to turn to drinking just to quiet his mind. Now that he was on the road to healing, Edward wants him to stop drinking so often. He truly was worried, but it wasn't just for Henrik's health and that wasn't his only reason.

"Edvard," Henrik whines.

"Nope, you have to stop. I'm proposing these instead." Edward walks over to the fridge and opens it, pulling out the green and black can he'd set inside not long after dumping the whiskey bottles. "And you still get your coffee."

Henrik takes the can with a hum. "I'm not sure about zis," he says softly.

Edward grins, "Just try it. You may like it. We'll fins something else if you don't."

Edward would come to regret this decision when the Monster bill was up by 100 dollars a week. But Henrik had stopped drinking unless under special circumstances and on the occasional blue moon, so Edward supposes the is a win.

thank you!! @theprinceofflies

[anon-schneep]

You're not really thinking of putting a tracker on me, right doc?

No, but Jackie vants to. I keep telling him no, but..just keep a vacth out for stuff in your vhiskey.

[bookwormscififan]

There Wasn’t More I Could Do

Ok, so this is another angst fic. I’m actually enjoying writing these.

Sorry to all you lovers of a specific character. 

Prompt was too good to resist; I’ll stick it under the cut too.

“Ow! Fuckin’ hell that hurts!” Schneep ran into the sitting-room to see Chase curled on the floor, Anti above him, whipping blood from his knife.

 “Anti! Vhat did you do?!” The demon looked at Schneep, a large grin on his face.

“N͏o̧thìng. H̵ȩ ̶d͜i̵d̛ it ͞a̴l̵l͏ ̶t́o h͠i͟ms͠elf.̵” With a laugh, he glitched out of the room.

“Chase, dear friend, vhat did he do to you?” Chase glared at the doctor, holding up a blood-stained hand.

“What do you think he did?! He fuckin’ stabbed me!” After a hesitation, Schneep stepped forward.

“Vhat can I do to help?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You’re a doctor, you tell me how you can help!” Wincing, Chase wrapped his arms around his abdomen and groaned.

“Um, alright. Ah, can I see ze vound?” Chase unwrapped his arms and stared at the doctor. Schneep inspected the large gash on his stomach with concern, then sat down.

“Can you move? Or at least sit on ze couch vhile I get some bandages?” Chase nodded slightly.

“Sure. But get me some whiskey or something to numb the pain.” Schneep shook his head.

“All I’ll do vith ze vhiskey is use it to disinfect zat vound.” Chase groaned and lay on the couch.

 Schneep returned five minutes later, arms laden with medical supplies to see that Chase had passed out on the couch. The wound was a deep one, and needed to be stitched up as well as dressed. Setting the supplies down beside the trickshot dad, Schneep prepared a needle to numb the area.

“Mmm… Schneep?” He looked up to see Chase’s pasty face looking at him. The dad was sweating and his eyes seemed hollow.

“It vill all be okay soon, Chase. I’m going to give you zis injection so I can put stitches in.” Chase nodded weakly and put his head down.

           Wiping as much blood away as possible, Schneep injected the needle and waited a while to let it take effect. Meanwhile Chase was going in and out of consciousness.

“Alright, Chase. I’m going to start vith ze stitches now. Stay with me, alright?” He began to stitch up the wound, keeping watch over Chase the whole time.

 “Ow, Goddammit, that hurts!” Chase’s yell alerted Schneep to the fact that the injection had worn off.

“Chase, it’s alright. I’ve finished ze stitching. I just need to bandage ze vound ok?”

“No, not ok! Give me more of the stuff that made me numb!” Schneep shook his head.

“I cannot do zat. I don’t vant you getting addicted to ze stuff. Just, take a deep breath or something!”

           He yelped as Chase grabbed his shirt and brought his face closer.

“TAKE A DEEP BREATH? It feels like my insides are being RIPPED OUT! Fix it, Schneep!” Just as soon as the flare of anger had arrived, it disappeared and Chase fell back onto the couch.

“Sorry, Chase. I’m trying, but you have to be patient. I’m dressing the wound as quickly as I can.” He looked up in concern as Chase groaned in pain. Sweat dotted his pale brow, and he was beginning to breathe heavily in pain.

 Finishing, he stood up and wiped his hands with sanitiser.

“Get some rest, Chase. Everything vill be alright.” Picking up his items, he left Chase on the couch.

 At 7pm, Schneep returned to the sitting room. He watched over Chase as he mumbled and groaned in his sleep. He checked the dressing, changing it. Pulling the bandage off, he realised some of the stitches had burst, and blood stained the couch. Placing gauze over the wound, he replaced the bandages, hoping it would be enough.

 Deep down inside, he knew it wouldn’t.

 “Schneeple! Get down here! Something’s wrong with Chase!” Schneep groaned and rubbed his eyes. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was only 6 in the morning and sighed. He got out of bed and headed for the sitting room, bag of supplies in hand.

 Jackie was standing by Chase’s bed, holding his hand tightly. He looked up as Schneep entered the room.

“He’s bleeding out. You have to try harder to save him.” Schneep lowered his eyes and shook his head slowly.

“Zhere iz nothing more I can do, Jackie. I don’t have enough supplies here to help him. Anti did something, and I vasn’t able to fix it.” He crouched beside Chase, taking his hand from Jackie.

“I’m so sorry, Chase. I feel terrible. I couldn’t save Jack, and now I can’t save you. I can’t defeat Anti. Iz zhere anything I can do?” Chase shook his head weakly, then opened his eyes as an idea struck him.

“Can you… see if… Stacy will bring… the kids…?” Schneep smiled sadly and nodded, standing up.

“I’ll try.” Chase smiled, and closed his eyes.

 “Stacy, he needs to see zhem. He’s going to die, you have to let him see zhem vone more time. Please…” Chase opened his eyes, hearing Schneep talking to Stacy. His back was turned to him, but Chase could still hear the pleas. It sounded like Schneep was under water. He weakly reached out toward Schneep’s coat.

           “Let me… talk to her…” Schneep handed him the phone, eyes full of pity.

“Stacy… can I talk to them…?” He listened as she sighed, then heard her faint voice calling the kids. He felt so tired, but he forced himself to stay awake.

“…Daddy?” He smiled.

“Hey, sweetie. How’s school been going?”

“It’s been ok daddy. I learnt my five times tables!”

“That’s lovely, sweetheart. Where’s your brother”

“He’s next to me. Hold on”

“Hi dad.” Tears sprung to Chase’s eyes at the sound of his son’s voice.

“Hi, kiddo. Have you been good for mummy?”

“Yes. She taught me a new song. Wanna hear?” He nodded, clearing his throat as he gave his affirmation.

“Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, stuck on you. Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you… Was that good? Daddy? Daddy are you still there?”

“I’m so sorry, can I speak to your mother? I need to tell her ze bad news.” Schneep ignored the whimper in his nephew’s voice as he placed Chase’s limp hand on the couch.

“Stacy, I’m so sorry. He’s gone. Went as your son vas singing.” He closed his eyes as Stacy began to cry. He waited for the click of her hanging up before putting the phone down. Looking at Jackie, he wrapped him in a hug.

 “I’m sorry zhere vasn’t more I could do.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

11- pulling into their lap with Schneep?

The moment you walked into Henrik’s office, you could tell that he wasn’t having a good day. He was just slumped over his desk, half a bottle of whiskey in his grasp, as he stared down at a stack of papers.

But as you got closer, you notice tear drops dripping down from his hidden face, splattering onto the pages. And you could hear quiet, shaky breaths which sounded like heaving, indicating that he was trying his best to be silent despite the emotional turmoil he was in.

“Doc? What’s wrong?”

Lifting his head up, Henrik revealed his tearstained face and blotchy red eyes to you. But he tried his best to smile. “J-Just been feelin’ a little bit lonely and stressed. Nothing to vorry about. Dr. Schneeple has bottle of vhiskey to…k-keep him company.”

“You know that makes you a hypocrite.” You sighed as you walked over and took the bottle out of his hands, setting it on the floor.

When you looked back at him, though, he burst into tears and wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you into his lap.

Your face heated up, although you cradled his head and ran your fingers through his hair. “Shhh..it’s okay, Henrik..” You murmured. “I'm here. Just let it out.”

He just held you tighter in response, his face buried in your shirt as he sobbed into your chest. While you comforted him, you glanced over at the tear-soaked papers, seeing Jack’s name on them and some notes on how his condition hasn’t improved at all, along with the antidepressants not working too well for Chase.

Now you understood why he was so depressed and reclusive lately. He had these huge responsibilities weighing down on him.

It seems that vacation he took did him a lot more harm than good.

You squeezed him tight, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re doing the best you can. It’s all you can do, Henrik. You haven’t failed anyone, okay? Not me, not Jack, not Chase…nobody. You’re a good doctor.”

Henrik sniffled into your shirt, but nodded, letting you know he understood your words. “D-Danke..” He whimpered softly. “I-It’s…zh-zhat’s vhat I needed to hear..”

You just smiled and petted his hair, not letting go of him for a while.

[gillysepticrose]

Chase: Check it out, dudes! “The Good Doctor” is back on TV!

Marvin: Hell yeah!

Jackie: Sweet! I loved that show!

Schneep: *bursts into the room* VHAT?! I AM ON TV?!!

Chase: Oh no, not you. Sorry, doc. It’s just a TV show called “The Good Doctor”. It has nothing to do with you. My bad, bro.

Schneep: “Nozing to do viz me”...yet is clearly has my name...Chase, vhere is your vhiskey? 😠😭

[isa-ghost]

Wilford Warfstache? :)

WilfordWarfstache: Name a quote that you love from your favorite Ego. 

I’ma do my top 3.

Jackieboy Man- “JACKIEBOY MAN AWAAAY!”

Dr. Schneeplestein- Either “NURSE! GET ME A FAHKING VHISKEY!” or “I AM ZE GOOD DOCTAH. AND ZAT IS MY CHAIR.”

Anti- Either his jumpscare laugh in Say Goodbye or “YoU sTOpPeD pAYiNg aTteNTiOn” because that quote simultaneously infuriates me with how mocking it is but I also abuse the shit out of it on my friends.

[tieflingsbian]

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Height: 5′4

Orientation: I normally just say “gay/lesbian” or “queer”, but, in reality, I have the potential to be attracted to not just cis and trans women, but also NB people and trans men, baaasically anyone who isn’t a cisdude.

Nationality: American (But, my mother came from Vietnam, my father is Native American and some random white thing, his mother lives on a reservation in Texas)

Fav Fruit: a tie between Mangoes and Strawberries!

Fav Season: fall! I would say winter, but my part of California basically only has “summer” and “less hot summer” all year round, except in the fall when the trees change! But, we also have a lot of evergreens too, so it’s still p green all year round.

Fav Flower: Orchids!

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Fav Animal: Basic animal: cats, more exotic animal: platypus. And most reptiles <3

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?: All three! But I’m a tea lover, through and through.

Average hours of sleep: 4

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Favourite fictional character: It’s so hard to choose! But, if one had to be chosen, I’d pick Crowley from Good Omens.

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Dream trip: I’d love to see the Amazon rain forest!

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[maastrichtiana]

Oh lord the vhiskey’s hittin’

[ozcanbal]

#zevk #keyf #neşe #viski #cukulata #vhiskey #chocalade #like #love #life #most #pop

[mugvvham]

(muriinecorps) "Mugman, tell me zis moment who alloved you to drink all zat Vhiskey." Werner sounds less than amused.

“…”

“…p-people on the interwebs…?”

[quietnightss]

@vhiskeys I'm sorry you have to deal with my nonsense and listen to me go on for hours about miss McGrath!!! I love you you're my fav 💕