#alleycat x wolf

[isabeauwolf]

What's everyone thinking of my Villainess OC Mary/Silver from My Hero Academia? (Art done by @kurumi-igarashi) Thank you again! 🥰 Thank you, Slay for the giveaway! @slayfics I'm still so happy that my girl has come to life! T-T

My Villain Academia/My Hero - Villainess: Mary/Silver!

Kai Chisaki's/ Overhaul's fiance, future wife and Mistress of the Shie Hassaikai 🐦‍⬛🐺🌸

This beautiful and cheerful, plus sized she-wolf isn't a pushover. As the heiress to her own yakuza clan from overseas, she's a skilled assassin; specializes with guns, knives and hand to hand combat.

She is patient and sassy, with a smart mouth. Often gets her into arguments with Shigaraki as his trainer in leadership, and doesn't baby him 🤭 Handyman's got a crush on her.

She will butt heads with Kai every now and then, but she's a devoted spouse for him.

Dabi's obsession with Mary starts out as curiosity, trying to steal her away from her birdman, then the casanova falls for her hard and fast.

Mary's over protective and nurturer nature immediately makes her claim Eri as her own child.

She thinks of Toga as a younger sister and Twice as an older brother; members of her pack.

Villainess name: Silver

Hobbies: reading, baking and cooking

Favorite things: cherry blossoms 🌸 books, cheesecake and pancakes

Dislikes: liars, and thunderstorms

Height: 5'6

Fun fact: Kai gave Mary her cherry blossom necklace as an engagement gift. She never takes it off.

[trashmouth-richie]

older! eddie x fem! reader

summary: when your bf skips town /‘s you can’t pay your rent, you put on your best outfit and knock on your landlord’s door begging for forgiveness

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the Eddie edit

w/c: 3.8k

t/w: 18+ ONLY —heavy smut, degrading, hair pulling, mouth fucking, choking, edging, switch!, daddy!kink

He was an asshole to extraordinary proportions. A life full of mold covered lemons would do that to a person. You were nervous, to approach him. But something told you he’d hear you out— listen to you. Maybe even be sympathetic to your pleads.

Yeah right.

As if he were made of anything but pure hatred. Toxicity swirled in his veins, his poisoned skin covered by decades worth of tattoos; all dark and sharp edged.

His peppered scruff balanced out his naturally soft eyes. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A scowl that would make any resident of Forest Hills Trailer Park think twice about crossing. But you were left with no choice. When Trey had ditched town with the human bicycle Chrissy Cunningham, you were short on rent. Bills were tight, and you often ate in the dark, or by candle light. Anything to save a bit of money.

And that’s what led you here. Standing at your landlord’s door. Putting on an extra swipe of lipgloss, making sure to curl your hair, and wear a low cut tank top, the only push up bra you owned, and some cheap lashes from the mall— you knocked politely on the sun faded door. Hoping for some sort of a miracle that Mr. Munson would take pity on you.

One knock. Nothing.

Another. Still nothing.

It’s not until you are slapping your hand into the door that a voice behind you startles you nearly out of your too short skirt.

“What’d’ya need?” He’s covered in motor oil and grease, standing below you on the dirt and sparse grass covered ground, wiping his hands on a once red rag, a ring of sweat around his white tank top, bandana wrapped around his head, cigarette hanging gingerly from his slack lips.

He remembers the day you had moved in, it was freezing cold in early February. All by yourself, moving things one at a time in a shitty old Buick he hadn’t seen around since his high school days. He wanted to offer his help, something he didn’t give to anyone. But something about the way you smiled as he showed you around the dingy shithole of a trailer, voicing your opinions on what could be spruced up, made him hate you a little bit less.

Everyone in the park knew not to bother Eddie. He was a grumpy, mean son of a bitch and his patience was rail fucking thin. The Johnson’s dog went missing? No shit, he was the one who called animal control to come and pick it up, fucker had fleas and probably rabies. Can I paint the kitchen? Fuck no. The sink isn’t working at lot 8. Call a mechanic. And just for the annoyance he upped their rent $100.

Seeing you on his steps, dressed like that, sparkly tits, and your bra showing through your tank top had his dick twitching in his pants. Of course you were a smoke show, and he was honestly surprised to hear that ol’ what’s his face ran out on you with Chrissy Cuntingham. Her shit had been rode hard and put away wet more times that could be accounted for. Bitch still wore her homecoming tiara and had her green and orange pom poms in the back window of her car— despite the fact that graduation was more than 25 years ago. Worse than an alleycat, and smelling like one, Chrissy mostly kept herself busy by buying the minors alcohol or showing her many “party tricks” to the bachelors of the park. Sitting on his porch, smoking a joint like he did every night, Eddie took note of the black jeep that showed up every Thursday outside trailer 6, a graying head of suave douche boy hair could only be one person, Jason Carver.

He took note that your trailer, right next to his, was full of screaming and yelling when your boyfriend was home. A noise all too familiar in the trailer park, bouncing off Eddie’s ears like birds chirping.

But when he was gone? The window to your bedroom would be cracked open ever so slightly, propped open with the soft cover of Stephen King’s IT. The kitten purr of a vibrator and your delicate moans sang out to him. A siren amongst lonely fishermen, calling out to them in song of entrapment only to eat their souls, bodies never found amongst the dark sea bed. At first he thought it was wrong to listen, wrong to hear your pleasuring yourself, but he had sworn he heard his name on your lips, more than once. Fisting his cock angrily to your voice, your wet mouth, swollen lips from him sucking on them, pretty little pussy aching for him. He didn’t need playboys anymore when he had your face to imagine. And imagine he had.

What would your sweet pussy look like wrapped around his cock? Would you swallow his load down your throat if he asked, demanded you to? Sweet thing like you wouldn’t have to worry about anything if you were his. The choked laugh after he finishes all over his hand makes him shake his head at the idea. He didn’t know your age, old enough to be on your own but definitely not 45 like he was. Visions of your sugar plum tits bouncing in his face as you rode him on the itchy couch in his living room, lulled him to sleep most nights.

He saw a peek of a tattoo on your side when you were hanging clothes on the line. Your body drove him in, his eyes melting around your curves, the swell of your ass in the jean cut off shorts you wore. When you saw him staring you waved him over, a devilish grin on your lips, a wanting sparkle in your eye.

He knew your type, trouble. And oh fuck the trouble he would love to be in. He’d never volunteered to fix anyone's appliances. But your silky saccharine voice had him calling a mechanic in a few days time, would have been sooner if he could have tore his eyes away from your tanned legs, but he kept those extra days all to himself, whimpering at night with a sore cock your name on his breath. It had been seven months of you living next door, your vibrator turned on like clockwork every day your boyfriend left for work.

And now here you are. Looking at him with “fuck me” eyes and a glossy smile on your lips. Those same lips purring out pleasantries about how fuck face left you and you were needing an extension on rent. The swell of the summer sun hit your cheeks, making you glow like some love sick angel on his steps. He was fucked. And soon— you would be too.

“So what?” He tried to gamble, tried to keep his hard facade, “an extension and then what’s next? You’re gonna tell all your little friends that I give hand outs to the needy? Oh no doll, not today.”

He pushes his way around you and into his trailer, the pungent smell of too strong incense burns your nostrils as you hold the door from him shutting it.

“Please, Mr. Muns—.”

“Eddie,” he grumbles.

“Eddie, please— I’m begging you,” the glimmer of a tear welling in your eyes, your voice dipping low into an almost whisper as you made your way inside, shutting the door behind your back and feeling around for the lock, “I’ll do anything.”

Eyes dripping of sex appeal and lust, you tip your tongue to the center of your top lip, eyeing his tightened jeans and you swear you see his dick twitch beneath the stretched denim.

Cock at full alert he shakes his head, his head dipped low and eyeing you up and down, lip bit between his teeth. A low groan in his throat, he talks in a gritting whisper, “Don’t start something you can’t finish sweetheart.”

“Oh I plan on finishing, big boy,” you hum walking towards him, devilish grin planted on your lips, “I don’t think we’ll have a problem with that, will we daddy?”

Fuck. Not even touching you yet and Eddie is rock hard, he could probably cum if you asked him to. Thanking a higher power that he wasn’t twenty anymore, he’s got years of stamina built under his worn leather belt. “You’re about to write a check your ass can’t cash doll, you sure this is what you want?”

“stop talking,” you breath, inches from his lips, he can taste the peach flavored lipgloss on his tongue, “and fuck me.”

Not needing any more of an okay than that, Eddie turns you around in a swift motion, a gasp escapes your lungs and he catches you before you stumble over your heels. He drags your hips down into him, your ass round and luscious on his stiffened length. He rips the neck of your tank top open exposing the mountainous swell of your chest and your cheap K-Mart bra. Pinching your laced nipples between his rough fingers, he rolls them like joints as his hot mouth assaults your neck, painting you, he sucks bruises into your neck, licking them better with tiny flicks of his satanic tongue and ending in a bite, marking you as his.

Pushing your ass into him you can feel his cock. His achingly girthy length has you soaking your panties, dripping wet just for him. His smokey smell is mixed with sweat as you angle your neck back against his shoulder, moaning into him as he sucks like a vampire into your neck. His stubble rubbing against your skin.

“Eddie,” you moan breathless into the humid air of his trailer.

He groans, your body pushed tight against him has his head spinning, drunk off your touch. Grabbing your skirt and yanking upward. Dripping in anticipation, your panties could be wrung out, your arousal pooling from the center and beading slowly to the ground. He hisses and hums when his finger first skates along the slick of your panties with a schlick, “fuck, all this for me doll?” He’s playing now, his thick fingers moving in lazy circles around your clit, your creamy pussy clenching desperately on nothing, you nod with a whimper.

“You gonna make all those pretty little noises I hear from your window once that dumbass you let fuck you leaves the house every day? Hmm? Didn’t think I could hear did you?” His cocky bravado kicks his cock up on your ass, sending a moan through your body as you rub deeper into him.

Quite the opposite actually

Purring into his neck you lick the expanse of skin he’s showcasing. Blowing hot on the slicked spit from your tongue, you rotate your hips to angle his fingers better on your clit, the sensitivity rolling like an electric current through your veins.

“I did it on purpose,” you confess breathlessly as Eddie’s fingers stop. “Watching you stare at me for months, I knew you’d touch yourself over me.”

Eddie groans gutturally twisting your body into the front door, back hitting the broken shades with a thud. In milliseconds he is on you, hot tongue lapping up your neck and biting with enough force to break skin. No time to be patient to have you undress for him, he shoves your skirt up tipping your panties clean off. Your exposed pussy shuddering with his blown breath on your slick core. His devilish eager tongue expertly licks and teases your clit. Humming with each jerk of your body as the sensitivity makes you squirm. Tongue wiggling inside of you like an eel, your hands are gripping his hair for dear life, yanking at the roots like you’re pulling weeds. Your thigh is on his shoulder, the leg on the ground begins to shake as your first orgasm rips like a tidal wave through you. Head thrown back against the door, moaning loud enough for the entire park to hear— you don’t care.

Your noises stir Eddie’s arousal even more. Whimpering as he grip him impossibly tighter he a broken, “fuck,” into your folds as he goes back for seconds, “you’re gonna get me into trouble, pussy so fucking sweet.” His lips are wet, your arrival shining like pretty lipgloss allover hos chin and lips. Already spent from the teasing and the damn breaking, Eddie hikes you up over his shoulder, your bare volumtuous ass bouncing with every step. He throws you onto a king sized bed, unmade and reeking of weed. Rolling papers on the night stand along with several lighters you aren’t given much time before Eddie kicks his jeans off, boxer briefs do him justice as his cock jumps to his belly when he unthreads his legs from them. Pearly beads of pre cup drip from the thick head.

Eddie leans forward and places a thick hand on your neck, your vision blurs and returns with each grip he threatens and releases his teeth biting your lips, slow drops of blood seep from his bites, he licks the wounds clean.

“Havent used rubbers since the 80’s and I won’t, so are you on the pill or are we ending this right now?”

“Pill,” you warble, chords of your neck strained against his hand.

“Thatta girl,” he praises, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “I’m gonna fill you up full with my cum you’ll be leaking it out for hours.. maybe days.”

Tears sting your eyes at the thought of his glorious pearly cum deep in your walls painting them pretty, “please daddy, I need it.”

Eddie grins, “so needy baby, you want this cock?” he asks, flicking it through your folds, a noise resembling macaroni and cheese is blasts from your core, he groans deep, “so fucking wet,” his lip is almost bit in half with how he’s trying to hide his excitement, “I’m gonna wreck this sweet pussy so you won’t be able to walk home.”

Whimpering like a bitch in heat, Eddie flips you over, angles your ass up, slapping each cheek hard enough a red hand print sized welt develops almost immediately, he pushes all of himself into you, bottoming out as you moan and cry thanking God in your head as you’re split open, a welcomed pain. Spit soaks his sheets from your mouth when he pulls out, “oh you can take it, honey, don’t fucking quit on me.”

“I’m n—,” gasping loudly when he spits harshly on your ass. Rubbing his thumb against the pink button. The new sensation brings color to your closed eyes, stars and shapes of all size float in your closed mind, your pussy clenched harder around Eddie as you whine his name.

“Yeah?” Eddie moans, “told you daddy would take care of you, that needle dick can’t make you feel like this can he?”

you try to choke out a ‘no’ but no noise comes out, your head is thrown back violently as Eddie grabs your hair in one hand and pounds mercilessly into you.

Eddie is grunting with each slap of his heavy sack against your clit, “this is what you came here for right? Bad girl can’t pay her rent so she came to fuck the owner in exchange?” His taunting only makes you wetter, makes you clench his harder as you come undone for the second time. Screaming his name until you’re breathless. Panting and sweating like you ran a marathon. He gives you one more deep thrust of his hips and watches you fall forward.

“Look at the mess you made you little whore,” Eddie spits, venom laced words on that glory filled tongue, as he drags you by your hair to look at his soaked cock, “lick it up, want you to know how fucking sweet you taste.”

Eddie flips you over like a rag doll, positioning you the way he wants. Head dangling off the mattress, Eddie groans as he jams his cock into your throat, holding it there and choking you simultaneously. He reached to the night stand and grabs a black small vibrator placing it on your clit. The vibrations make you moan and choke around his length and against his hand. Eyelids fluttering shut you’re positive you can’t breathe, just when you’re about to pass out he brings you back, letting you breathe for a few seconds, chuckling to himself as you enter the hazy bliss of intoxicating euphoria. Your body convulses under his. Begging for a third orgasm, you can taste the earthy tang of your release and Eddie’s pre cum mix on your tongue.

His girth fills your throat completely, barely leaving room for your own tongue in your mouth. He’s dripping sweat onto your own body you can feel it slip from your belly button down into the curve of your neck. Eddie's hair is swaying in conjuncture with his hips slamming home against your face. Using your mouth like his own fist has you soaking the sheets, clit over stimulated, a deep bruise settling inside the soft silk of your velvet folds. A bruise you’d wear proudly for weeks to come.

Slapping your face as you gag lightly, mind steadily focusing on the jerking of your legs and the vibrating pulse of your cunt. Eddie shushes you reassuring you, tauntingly “someone too big for their britches huh? Work through it, sweetheart— that’s it, fuck good girl,” he chokes a whimper down his own throat as your tongue swirls around him. “Christ, swallowing what I give you, such a good girl for daddy.” Eddie thrusts one more deep cant of his hips into your mouth groaning deeply when you hollow your cheeks. Letting you breathe freely.

“You like that? Like me using you like a worthless fucking toy?” Eddie lifts you up to his face by your hair, kissing your lips delicately, you nod and whimper as he harshly sucks and nips at your neck leaving purpling marks in his wake.

Unabashedly you scratch your long nails into his chest, leaving your own mark on him as he groans against your skin. “My turn,” you whisper as you crawl into a standing position in front of him. Kissing him sweetly and pulling his bottom lip between your teeth, he whimpers at your touch. A tantalizing smile radiates across your lips. Eddie Munson a switch? Who knew? Pushing his shoulders backwards he falls on the bed, curtains of curls cascade around him and his face is turned up in shock then to a satanic grin.

Wiggling your tight skirt down your body you stand in only your heels.

“Fuck, you are a goddess.” Eddie groans, stroking his thick length in slow rhythmic motions as he stares at your body shamelessly, you climb towards him on his messy sheets between his legs your poor abused throat sore and bruised from his animalistic fucking.

His chest is littered with tattoos both old and new, faded and blown out lines mixed amongst sharp edged fresh ones stark against his pale skin. Blistering red lines decorate him from your nails earlier. Knees on either side of his hips you slot your pussy lips against his needy thick cock, sliding forward and back again, your hands on his chest for leverage. Leaning up on his elbows and moving you both backwards so he can rest his back against the headboard, he scants forward to kiss you but you push his forehead away dumbly.

Tsking and using few words to speak with a hoarse voice you whisper, “no touching.” Grinding your hips down into him, pocketing his cock in your slick folds like a sword in a sheath, you lick a stripe up his neck and land at this ear, your pretty moans singing to him like a demon seeking a naive victim. His hips jump with each roll of your own, desperate for relief he whimpers and whines as he’s close and you retreat. Starting all over again. After the third go around his bangs are stuck to his forehead, cheeks warm with a frustrated, worked up blush as you edge him again and again.

“Mmm’ fuck that’s a good cock daddy,” you moan as you come hard on his cock again making a mess yet again, he groans as you milk him for all he’s worth, your creamy pussy clenching against him, and your denial of his release is too much for him. “you wanna come for me?”

Eddie nods in spent anticipation, practically tearing up from being so worked up and being able to release himself. “Please— I can’t,” he groans, as you start grinding on him again, only this time you give in, hugging him in a pinky sheath of gummy walls and slick floors. “Christ,” he melts as you bounce atop his cock, dragging your hips backward and forward helping him hit the spot you so desperately craved from him. His thick hands are on your hips moving you to his liking, a pebbled nipple in his mouth makes you cry out his name as he pumps into you holding you still.

He slaps your ass, “I’m gonna come, shit, fuck!” He hums your name as hot ropes of his thick release coats your walls and floods out you don’t stop riding him, coaxing every last drop out of him until he’s hissing through his teeth as his softened length falls out of you, hot, reddened and aching.

Eddie pulls you to him, kissing your neck and scooting you both down the bed. “Think you’re my favorite tenant,” he laughs as you lay motionless on top of him, both breathing heavily.

“Jesus, I’d hope so, but maybe Miss Richard’s comes over here to get some money knocked off her rent,” you tease, tracing circles into his spotty chest hair, “heard she’s real pretty in her nightgown, just gotta be careful of her poligrip.”

He laughs again, smacking your ass, “you’re a fuckin’ brat y’know that?”

“And you’re a filthy fucker, quite the pair I’d say,” you spit before biting his chest.

Eddie yanks you by your hair to look you in the eyes, “not every day a pretty baby like you comes knocking on my door to rattle my cage and get free rent. But I’d like if you came over more often, that attitude needs adjusting.”

“oh really?” you question, hand under your chin like you’re bored as you roll your eyes, “and your old ass is gonna be the one to tame me huh?”

You spend a greater part of the night bent over Eddie’s knee, his studded belt in his hand as he whips you again and again. Tears spill from your eyes, and coat his thighs. Eddie’s sadistic ass only grins, a joint hanging limply from his lips, shushing you softly, “don’t cry honey, I told you your ass wouldn’t be able to cash that check.”

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👅 I’m gonna go touch grass now

[fuck-yeah-romantica]

The original "I'm not gay mum I'm glam rock", Karen Fox.

First romantica photoshoot, 2004

- Position: Voice, Lyrics.

- Birthday: 1977/march/5 (our man is fucking old)

- Zodiac: piscis

- Height: 190 cm

- Previous musical projects: Afrodita, Bestias negras, Karen fox.

First look, 1996

- Favourite bands: X-japan, Lareine, Malice mizer, Me/dousa, Hizaki grace project, Celestia le ciel, Moi dix mois [Juka era], Luna sea, Kuroyume, Je*reviens, D, Schwarz stein, Velvet eden, Pride of mind, Syndrome, Phantasmagoria, Kisaki Project, Vidoll, Dir en grey [Visual kei era], Psycho le cemu, Shazna, Parasite, Sadist, Neil, Hide, Seikima ll, Dead end, Angel heart, Due le quartz, Madeth gray'll, Eliphas levi, Missalina rei, L'arc en ciel, Baiser, Noir fleurir, Shiver, Silver ash, Loudness, Ziggy, Kamaitachi, Klaha, Izam, Jun, Guitar Wolf, Sex pistols, The damned, Judas priest, Ingwie j. malmsteen, Pretty boy floyd, Tigertailz, Whrathchild u.k., Helter skelter, Foxy roxx, Crashdiet, Heart throb mob, Queeny blast pop, Peppermint creeps, prom queen star, The guttersluts, Alleycat skracht, blitz lipstick, Murderdolls, Spiral fetish, Motley crue,Vixen, Ratt,W.a.s.p., Twisted sister, Whitesnake, Bon jovi, Europe, Stryper, david bowie/ziggy stardust, King cobra, Mark free, Signal, Him, The rasmus, The 69 eyes, The horror pops, Tiger army, Boy george, Dead or alive, Visage, Sigue sigue sputnick , Adam ant ,Talk talk, berlin, Billy idol, Duran duran, Depeche mode, Pat benatar, Cetu javu, The human league, New order, The cure, Lords of the new church, Soft cell, The ramones, Baltimora, Pulp, The beatles/Jhon lennon, Enuf z'nuff , Lacrimosa, Velvet Revolver, Dana international, Alaska, y dinarama, Fangoria, Alta tencion, Gothic sex, V8, Hermetica, Logos, Friccion, Virus, Abuelos de la nada, Nervios, Acacia, Americana, Moderatto, Juana la loca, She-ra, Venus desnuda, Nino bravo, Raphael, Camilo sesto. (Our man really couldn't choose)

- Favourite disc: Blue blood (X), The last of romance (Lareine), Merveilles (Malice mizer), Requiem [Phantasmagoria], Dignity of crest [Hizaki grace project], Systems of romance [Pride of mind], Nevermind the bollocks (sex pistols), Hit list (Hearth throb mob), Leather boys (Pretty boy floyd), Young and crazy (tigertails), Stack atack (wratchlid u.k.), Whatever happened to fun? (Spiral fetish), Shake the fundation (Foxy roxx), Creep show (Peppermint creeps), Vixen (Vixen).

- Favourite videoclips: Weekend (X japan) - Beast of Blood (Malice mizer) - Fuyu Tokyo (Lareine) - Sakura Hanazaki Somenikeri [D], Guardian angel [Celestia le ciel], Philosopher [Hizaki grace project], Zuihyoku ~Emerald~ (Je reviens) - Sad Mask (Velvet Eden) - Cage (Dir en Grey) - For dear (Kuroyume) - Iris (Izam) - Melty Love (Shazna) - Michi no sora (Psycho le Cemu) - Nostalgia (Syndrome) - Fairy times memory (Phantasmagoria) - Occult Proposal (Vidooru) - Blurry Eyes (L'arc en ciel) - With Transparent wings (Klaha) - Jisatsu Ganbou (Due le Quartz) - Eyes love you (hide) - Shadow of love (The Damned) - Breaking the Law (Judas Priest) - On and on (Raven) - Rock n roll (Pretty boy floyd) - Lesvian (Peppermint Creeps) - White Weding (Murderdolls) - Live wire (Motley crue) - Blin in texas (W.a.s.p.) - We are not gonna take it (Twister sister) - She don't know me (Bon jovi) - Life on mars? (Ziggy stardust) - Iron Eegle (King cobra) - Join me (him) - In the shadow (The rasmus) - Lost boys (the 69 eyes) - Incorporeal (Tiger army) - Karma chamaleon (Culture club) - Out of fashion (boy george) - Spin me round 80's (Dead or alive) - Fade to Grey (Visage) - Prince charmin (Adam ant) - Rebel yell (Billy idol) - Don't you want me (The human league) - The metro (Berlin) - Boys don't cry (The cure) - Rock n roll highschool (The Ramones) - Take on me (a-ha) - Like a prayer (Madonna) - Tarzan boy (Baltimora) - Disco 2000 (Pulp) - Imagine (Jhon lennon) - Fly high michelle (Enuff z'nuff) - Fall to pieces (Velvet revolver) - Diva (Dana international) - Hoy no (Entre rios) - Sueño sensual 2 (Karen fox) - Lady Oscar (Romantica).

- Hobby: watching rock videos

- Interest: Hollow earth, Reptile connexion, Flat earth, Necronomicon (Lovecraft), Nazi esoterism, Comics ,Horror movies, Romantic movies, Sci fi movies, mangas.

- Personality: strong

- Favourite Colour: violet

- Ambition: nothing

- First love: at 19 years old

- would you like to be in love again?: I don't have time!!!!

- Romantica in one word: putos (faggots)

- Favourite phrase: "You are a horrible public and i hate all of you" by: Zorak (Space Ghost)

- Favourite book: The Picture of Dorian Gray

-Favourite writers: H.P. lovecraft, Oscar Wilde, Julio Verne, H.G. Wells, David Icke, Lord Byron.

- Favourite movie: Hedwing and the angry inch

- Favourite t.v. serie: Lost.

- Favourite politician: Gral. Juan D. Peron.

- Favourite word: Rock

- Type of woman liked: like Arcueid (Lunar legend tsukihime), Lady oscar (Lady oscar), Aya toujo (ichigo 100%), Satsuki (ichigo 100%). Sakurouka sei (Gantz), Kotomi (DNA2) (our man likes heterosexual lesbians)

- Type of woman disliked: all i met in my life. (Our man is also an incel)

- Treasured thing: cd's, videos and comics.

- Favourite anime: Lady Oscar, Saint seiya, Pet shop of horrors, Gravitation, Robotech, Astroboy, Mazinger Z, Mazingkaiser, Great mazinger, Ufo robo grendizer, Getter robo G, Voltron, Lunar legend tsukihime, Gantz, Dna 2, N.H.K. ni Youkoso?, Neon genesis evangelion, Get backers, Full metal alchemist, Oh!my goddes!!, Mikami, Ranma 1/2, Yamazaki, Captain harlock,Cosmo warrior zero,Gun frontier, Sailor moon, Galaxy express 999, Crayon shin shan, Elf, New angel, Ikitousen, ichigo 100%, Cyborg 009, Speed racer (2000).

- Animated series: South park, Dr. katz, The simpsons, Futurama, G.I.joe, Transformers, Thundercats, Spiderman and his amazing friends, Mask, Jem and the holograms, Batman the animated series, Batman of the future, Justice league unlimited, X men, Fantastic four, Hulk.

- What did you wanted to be as a child: super hero

- What was your favourite subject at school: none, I hate school.

- Something you always carry with you: my photo book

- Time of the year: winter

- How do you recover from depression: I don't recover, i live depressed.

- What places would you like to go: Tokyo, London

- Who you would like to meet: Yoshiki hayashi

- A song that defines yourself: Weekend - X japan.

- Message to fans: I don't have fans, I don't want to have them, I hate 99% of human race. Die!!! FUCK OFF!!!!!! (Our man was almost 30 when he wrote this)

[silvcrignis]

"You doubt what I can do?" (Gabe. Roast him lmfao)

{Meme} Send "You doubt what I can do?" for my muse's reaction {x}

((Why did you throw Soft Serve to this damn she wolf like this????))

“In terms of being ditzy, unreliable & a terrible person to have the misfortune of caring for because you slink off like an underfed alleycat at damn near every opportunity for no discernible FUCKING reason? No not at all, you’re FANTASTIC at those things! Everything else requiring even a hint of competence or tack? Yeah, I’m pressing x to FEVERISHLY doubt.”

“Now get out of my sight before I decide to hurt MORE than your feelings today.”