#Gooseberry

[sleepimali]

Gooseberry 🪿🌿

[fortuneaday]

[weepingwidar]

Emma Steinkraus (American, 1987) - Gooseberry Bacchanal (2024)

[velo-cats]

Gooseberry

[summerlyewe]

sharing the mirror💋

Based on painting by Ernest Chiriacka

[vekan-redgrave]

please commission me, i can draw

[xstrikeapose]

RENEE MURDEN. Gooseberry Swim.

[more-flotsam-and-jetsam]

[nereeitor]

Outlast Trials Sketches ¿?!

My GF (who hates Franco Barbi) somehow draws him perfectly without any reference-

Also, shout out to my friend's profile

[muffy-official]

Posting these again for y'all

[egosdeaths]

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Nah but Futterman would definitely kick their ass for laughing at his daughter

[fortuneaday]

[heretyc]

7/11 [Coyle x Gooseberry x Barbi x Reader POLYAM] [MODERN AU] [SHORT]

An AU where Sinyala occurs, it's just more modern. TW for weed usage. You're implied to be high as a kite lol.

"Why in the shit are we at a fuckin'..."

Coyle's eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses, his lips pursed, "...7/11, at 2 in the fuckin' morning?"

"Baby wanted it," Barbi grunted from the driver's seat, the corvette's engine humming and eventually dying out. "She's high again."

Coyle rolled his eyes, which Gooseberry seemed to notice; she shot him a glare, her hand continuing its stroking of your head, "She was having flashbacks of the institution, you can't blame her."

"There are better ways to deal with flashbacks." Coyle raised a brow, turning to look at the two of you. "Like beer. Or a good nap."

"Horse piss can't compare to the delicious high of marijuana, copper." Barbi snickered, taking the keys out of the ignition; the sound of his keys was loud to your sensitive ears, making you hiss.

"Sorry, sorry...just wanted some munchies. There's none at the house."

"It's alright, dear," Gooseberry cooed, laying a kiss onto your head. Futterman chortled on her free hand, "Nothing hits more than munchies at 2s in the fucking morning."

"If you fuckin' say so," Coyle grumbled, getting out of the car, Barbi following.

None of you were dressed properly; Barbi was in his silk robe, pajamas and tank top, Coyle was in his t-shirt and sweats, and Gooseberry was wearing her favourite nightgown coated in teeth.

Futterman had his sleep cap. As he should.

You stumbled out of the car, Gooseberry sliding behind you in order to keep you upright. "What is it you want from in here, dear? I've never been," She hummed, looking at the convenience store with curiosity.

"Just some munchies, y'know." You wiped your face, your vision blurry. "Chips, candy, a Slurpee-"

"A Slurpee?" Franco snickered as he looked back at you, his hands in the pockets of his robe, "Only you would want a slurpee at this time, babydoll."

"I had a feelin's you were the person for us," Futterman honked, "What kind of Slurpee?"

"Blue raspberry and cherry mixed together," You stated, a brow raised, "Purple flavour."

"Fucking's hell, you're making me salivate!"

"Hush now, Dr. Daddy," Gooseberry's hand was gentle as she began to guide you to the entrance, the two men walking inside and Coyle holding the door open for the two [errm...three] of you. "Now, we should be in and out of here in no time."

That was a lie.

You stood in front of the Slurpee machine, staring at the swirling, icy sludge as it mixed atop the machines; arrays of blues and reds and greens and yellows...oh my! Your poor, high mind couldn't believe what you were seeing.

Barbi was gentle as he put a hand onto your shoulder. "What is it? Thought you wanted to get your..." He trailed off, looking up at the machinery, then into your eyes. "...Oh." He smirked. "Alright, I'll get ya your...purple flavour."

He grabbed the biggest cup they had, beginning to mix half cherry and half blue raspberry; once finished, he put a lid on it, then inserted the straw.

Out of pure curiosity, he took a sip, humming in delight. "That shit's pretty good...Red 40 tends to hit the fuckin' spot, no?" Barbi snorted. He placed it into your hands, gently moving you near the checkout. "Here, I'll get myself one. Just hang tight."

"I think we're about done," Coyle announced, his large arms full of snacks that could fill an army, or 3 Prime Assets and 1 Reagent.

"Are ya fuckin's crazy?" Futterman snarled, "All of that candy will rot your fucking teeths!"

"Hush," Gooseberry shushed the enraged goose, gently patting his head, "It's only for tonight, Dr. Futterman! And we'll brush really well before bed."

"Yeah, Dr. Futterman," Coyle teased, "We'll brush until our gums fuckin' bleed redder than the Commie flag. Promise."

"...Whatever, just save the pork crisps for mes!"

"Typical," Barbi snickered, putting a lid onto his own Slurpee; inside was a tropical punch-esque concoction, consisting of mango, coconut and a hint of Coca Cola, however he seemed to be carrying 2 others. "Goose, I got ya a cherry one, and Copper...I know how much you like your lime and Cola." Barbi made a slight face of disgust at the combination, but otherwise remained respectful.

"You know me so well! Now I just need yer pot of gold," Coyle teased. "Come on, let's check out."

The cashier had looked just as high as you; with long, dreaded hair in a ponytail and his eyes red, he merely smirked at the selection. "Damnnn...you guys got the munchiesss?"

"Just her," Coyle pointed to you, your eyes still stuck on the Slurpee machine. "We're offering moral and dietary support."

"Siiiick," he was slow to scan everything, but eventually the total came up to...

"53.29, brah," the cashier wheezed in amusement, "That's a crimeeee, man. Can't help the munchiesssss...here."

The total slowly came down to a mere twenty dollars, to which Coyle gleefully slammed into the cashier's delicate palm. "Thank you, my good man."

"You're welcomeee," the cashier slurred, putting the Slurpees into a tray and your items into plastic bags. "Enjoy."

And that's how you 4 had the most fun night of your life.

Except for Futterman, because he can't sleep knowing you had enough sugar to power a rhinoceros.

[slasher-wingyk]

Work in progress of, uh, Mother Gooseberry stepping on you? Yep. Appears so.

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Missouri gooseberry (Ribes missouriense)

(May 2025)