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the fact that these are minutes apart is KILLING me
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something about logan howlett patching your shoulder up, his calloused hands surprisingly gentle as they stitch your wound close. he’s looming over you, eyes fixated entirely on your form. in a haze of pain, your hand reaches out to curl around his hip and roughly squeeze with a low groan, unintentionally tugging him closer to your seated position.
“you okay, bub?”
“yeah...”
there’s something about it that makes his cock throb; how your reflex is grabbing onto him, how your voice is hoarse, and fucking hell, the smell and sight of you bleeding like that... he’s never letting anyone else fix you up. and oh, he wants you to squeeze something else.
#✦ babytalk.#— azrael.worksᵎᵎ#tw wound mention#tw blood mention#james logan howlett#logan howlett x male reader#logan howlett x reader#james howlett x male reader#james howlett x reader#wolverine x male reader#wolverine x reader#logan howlett smut#james howlett smut#wolverine smut
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Part 2 Part 3 Ghost didn't think much of you at first. You were just the incapable rookie to him. Constantly getting lost and needing backup on missions. He was actually annoyed at you and your incompetence, trying to stay as far out of your way as possible. But without fail, on almost every mission, your voice would pop into his ear calling for help as you inevitably fucked up, or bit off more than you could chew, or got yourself injured. He didn't even understand how you made it onto the task force, and he told Soap as much, which would usually just get a laugh and not much of a real response. He'd avoid your attempts at chit chat and small talk, barking orders at you to go do something else, unless you were at base, where he settled for just ignoring you until you furrowed your brow and went off.
And then you saved Johnny. His earpiece had gotten destroyed a few minutes earlier, the last thing he was able to say a vague description of his location. Price, Gaz, and Ghost were all preoccupied with their own fights. Ghosts mind seized up as his body continued the motions, aiming and shooting with deadly accuracy. He was gone. Soap was as good as gone, and just like his family, he wouldn't be able to save him. He couldn't breathe, all the gear too heavy on his body as his lungs threatened to collapse. Dead. Dead, dead, dead, all because of him, him, h-
"I got him"
Your voice rasped through the tiny machine, sounding out of breath and unsteady. You didn't respond to anything else, the rest of them hurrying to finish up and head to the chopper, Ghost silently hoping, praying. And there Johnny was, huffing and breathing heavily as a medic took care of him, quickly confirming to the newly arrived team he would be just fine. Ghost breathed a sigh of relief, just to turn to you and get the breath knocked out of him again. You were also getting quickly helped, blood coating you as the medic worked to remove the bullets from all areas of your body you had been hit in. Your usually bright eyes were heavy lidded, as you lazily looked around, barely glancing at Simon. Your shoulder had to get put back into place after popping it out of its socket- and by god, you were a proper mess, thick blood all over your skin and blending in with your uniform, your arm hanging limp by your side as it was held and shoved back into place, and barely able to keep your eyes open.
Ghost had never seen anything more beautiful.
#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x you#tw blood mention#I haven't written anything in a while#and ive never posted anything before#so uh yeah may or may not be a one time thing#cod fanfic
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Silly guy
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#phone guy#fnaf phone guy#fnaf ralph#fnaf the week before#fnaf 1#tw blood mention
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*is tired*
Courting Pursuit
Part 3
Part 2
Alastor X Deer Reader
Warnings ⚠
⚠ mule deer reader, gender neutral (gn) reader, assuming Alastor is a marsh deer, Spanish translated, cussing, blood, Valentino's dialogue is pink italics in quotation marks, mentions of aphrodisiac(drug), italics= thoughts ⚠
"Where's Gentle Giant?", Angel asked looking around for the tall deer.
"They have a name you know.", Vaggie sighed.
You were not seen at all today by the others and caused some slight worry among some of the group. Of course, Alastor could care less.
"I know but really, where are they? I didn't see 'em this morning."
Husk turned to look at the spider demon with a raised brow.
"They wake up at five in the morning to start breakfast early. You've been wakin' up early?", the cat demon asked.
Angel raised his arms up. "How could I not!? Have you seen them make breakfast? That's a whole meal on its own! Shaking their ass around to the music they put on, half buttoned up shirt, and those leggings.", he crosses his arms. "I didn't get to see shit today! Kitchen was empty!"
"I didn't get my bugs today!", Niffty piped in. "They usually give me bugs that they find in the kitchen after cooking."
The group continued to wonder where you had gone until Charlie came into the lobby with Sir Pentious.
"Oh, I gave them an errand.", the Princess said.
"WHY!?", the arachnid cried out.
"Shut up Angel.", the white haired woman sighed.
"They said they wanted to do something outside, so I offered them to pick up something from a shop. It's not that far.", Charlie reassured.
"Charlie.", the porn star dead panned.
"Yes?", the Princess smiled.
"How long have they been in Hell? I mean out there, not in the hotel."
"Less than a day..."
Everyone is quiet before rushing out of the hotel.
"Damn it Charlie! They might die!", Angel shouts.
"I didn't think it'd be that bad! Oh no no no no no-!", she apologizes as they all run down the road into the city.
Alastor just sighs and follows calmly behind the group.
What a way to start the day..
.
You were getting groceries for the Princess.
She said that most of the food was gone and with the help of Vaggie, you got a list of the things you needed to get.
At the store, you were a bit confused but you met a nice older woman that helped you learn what the aisle signs said.
"Muchas gracias." (Thank you very much.)
"De nada!", the woman waved her hand. (You're welcome!) "Qué demonio tan atractivo eres." (What an attractive demon you are.)
After paying and carrying all the bags, you made your way through the city and tried to go back to the hotel quickly.
But a tall bug stands in your way once you make it to the entertainment district.
"Ah~ The deer that appeared on the screens.", the tall moth demon smiled wide and approached you. "Valentino is my name and I want you to work for me. A face like yours is well liked among the sinners.", he said and reached out to hold your face.
"No quiero lo que me ofreces.", you quickly moved your head away. (I don't want what you are offering.)
"Ah, pero imagina todo el dinero que ganarás~" (Ah, but imagine all the money you'd be making~), he continued. "Todas las delicias pecaminosas que podrás darte.", his eyes glowed as he circled you like a snake, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. (All the sinful delights you'll get to indulge in.)
You grabbed the moth's face roughly and brought him down to eye level with you.
"I said. I don't want it.", you glared, shoving him away after feeling the groceries shift in your hold. "Adiós. Espero no volver a verte." (Farewell. I hope to never see you again.)
"¿¡Quién te crees que eres!? ¡No puedes darme la espalda!", Valentino hissed out and pulled you back by your arm, making you drop the bag. (Who do you think you are!? You don't get to turn away from me!)
Some of the groceries spilled out onto the street, now no longer edible as blood and grime soiled it.
The moth continued to yell and shout vulgar words, but you just frowned at the loss of food.
"Are you even listening!?", the tall demon shouted in your ear as he tightened his grip on your arm.
"No.", you said and looked at him with a dead stare.
It was the tipping point for him, his anger boiled over and he went to strike you with his hand.
Quickly, you lowered and tilted your head down just a bit before lunging forward. Your antlers stabbed into his chest and blood sprayed onto the top of your head and shoulders.
"¡Pedazo de mierda!", he shouted and grabbed your antlers, slamming you back into a brick wall. (You piece of shit!)
You felt your back sting with pain as he held you in place to remove your antlers from his chest. He managed to kick your stomach, knocking the air out of you. You tried to hit back but he moved out the way.
The moth demon sprayed some pink liquid on you before escaping.
It got in your eyes, making you close them as it felt like burning. The smell was sweet but strong, like a syrup that was too sweet. To the point that it made you feel sick.
After cleaning off the liquid, you salvaged what you could and continued your way back to the hotel.
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"Where are they!?", Angel cried out.
The hazbin group returned from their search and met up in the lobby. Sir Pentious was still out with his egg minions.
"I didn't see them anywhere! I went to the grocery stores, checked alleys, and bars! Do you know how many bars there are in Hell!?"
"At least we didn't find a body, so we know they are still alive somewhere.", Vaggie muttered.
"Perhaps they've been eaten!", Alastor smiled cheerfully.
The group looked at him in horror.
Niffty not so much, but she was still upset about not getting bugs.
"That's not-", Charlie started.
"WHAT IF THEY WERE EATEN!?", the spider screeched.
"DAMN IT ANGEL, THEY WEREN'T EATEN!", the white haired woman yelled back.
"BUT WHAT IF THEY WERE!?", Niftty jumped into the conversation, smiling.
"You ain't helping Nift.", Husk grumbled.
"I swear to Satan-!"
"Calm down!"
The others stopped screeching at each other when hearing the entrance door open, all turning their heads to find the mule deer dragging their feet as they walked into the hotel.
Covered in blood, holding a bag of groceries.
"Hola..", they waved with a tired smile.
The spider called their name in relief and rushed over, checking them for injuries.
"Holy shit! What happened to you!?", Angel grabbed their head and brought it down to see their blood soaked antlers. "You've got blood all on top of your head!"
"Estoy bien, estoy bien.", the deer mumbled. (I'm ok, I'm ok.)
"¿Qué mierda paso?", Husk spoke up. (What the fuck happened?)
"Nada demasiado importante.", they gave a small reassuring smile. (Nothing too important.)
"Where are my bugs!", Niftty ran over and tugged on their pants.
"Glad you're ok.", the Princess sighed.
"Yes, yes. We're all glad that they aren't dead.", Alastor says as he walks over. "Now, lets have them cleaned up and well-"
Before the Radio Demon could touch them, the mule deer flinched back.
"Lo siento. No me encuentro bien.", they said and handed the grocery bag over to the spider. (I'm sorry. I don't feel well.) "Voy a descansar en mi habitación. Perdonadme.", they managed to get out before heading upstairs. (I'm going to rest in my room. Pardon me.)
Curious.. He thought as the others dispersed, but then noticed that the arachnid stayed put, staring where the mule deer was last seen.
"What is it now? Aren't you satisfied that they are safe and sound?", he asked.
"Somethin's not right.", Angel said. "They smelled like aphrodisiac was poured all over them."
"A what?", the deer demon replied, a bit confused. "That is a drug, correct?"
"Yeah.. And right now, it ain't a good one.", the fluffy demon stuffed the grocery bag in the fridge before running upstairs, shouting out the mule deer's name.
Curious indeed...
As I was writing this during break, coworker walked up and asked what I was writing and I immediately hid my phone.
~Seline, the person.
Part 4
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Steve’s starting to think he’s crazy. Billy finally feels safe around him, safe coming over when he has a split lip and a black eye, and he’ll curl up next to Steve on the couch.
And it’s crazy to think, even to imagine.
Billy’s sniffling, stifling sobs and scooting closer. And Steve is a monster because he would love to taste that split lip. Can’t unthink the thought now that he’s started, that he knows what it would taste like, Billy’s blood. Knows what the kiss would taste like, and once he knows he can’t stop craving a taste.
And the knowing is rending him to pieces because you don’t kiss your friends, you’re not supposed to do that when they’re hurt, when they’re crying.
But Steve knows. He knows what Billy’s kiss would be like. Could draw the moment as if from memory, right up until the moment when Billy would shove him away, hurt and scared again.
And so Steve just huddles a little closer on the couch. And tries to be a good friend.
#idk what this is#whump#and pining#billy hargrove#harringrove#steve harrington#my writing#billy x Steve#steve x billy#tw blood mention
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cw blood mention
thinking about vampire sex again
the intimacy of knowing they’re so much stronger than you and they can break you so easily but they don’t. you bear your neck to them and they bite you and it only hurts for a second until it feels so good, eyes rolling back as they drain you and you’re all fuzzy headed. they bury themselves in you as they take and they take and they take and you give everything to them, the very thing that makes your heart beat.
but they only take just enough. so you’re all slow and syrupy as they fuck you deep and breed you, your blood running down their chin, and they clean you up and hold you until you fall asleep and they’re warm with your blood…..
idk just vampire sex
#tw blood mention#i’ve been obsessed with vampire for forever#just rewatched twilight with my roommate LMAO#boy barks#ftm puppy#ftm sub#t4t nsft#ftm nsft#trans nsft#t4t kink#puppy sub#ftm breeding#vampire nsft
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Thoughts? Thoughts you said? Dealer thoughts? 👀 pls?
YES THANK YOU FOR ASKING HHH
(CW: portrayal of gun and violence + random character’s death)
He seems like a guy with a twisted taste for entertainment. Obviously he doesn’t care for human life, regularly dealing with people who gamble their lives for money (or not), you wouldn’t think he’d care about… anyone.
But he cares about you.
He would’ve just finished his last game for the night. The player died on the last round, no defibrillators or blood transfusions left, transported to the dealer’s version of the afterlife. He had 2 defibrillator charges left. He’s been shot about 7 times, but he’s not dead, just on the brink of death- another weekend night for him. He’s not in the mood to die tonight, is all, and he makes his way down to the club where the music blares, the lights are flashing neon colors and the air smells like booze and smoke.
He’s delighted to see you- he’s favorite server in the club. People quickly move away from him- even club regulars who’ve seen his face- are still unnerved by the large man(?) with the crooked teeth and hollow eyes. And even if his face didn’t scare them the shotgun slung over his back certainly would. His delight soon sours when he sees you’re not alone at the bar. Why are you sitting there in the first place? Looks like one of the club-goers caught you, having pulled you to the seat beside him. He’s uncomfortable close, leaning into your space. That alone is enough for him to reach for his shotgun. But even worse…
While you’re distracted, the guy putting his hand on your lap (something the dealer already wants to shoot him for,) the guy reaches over to your drink… and slips some powder into it.
He’s going to have his face blown off.
He crosses the floor, disregarding the club goers and knocking them down like bowling pins.
As you’re being pressured to have a drink (“hey c’mon babe, I went and bought it for you…”), a large arm slams heavily next to you on the bar, calloused hand gripping the glass so hard it’s shaking. The guy jumps back, having seen the face of horror just above your head.
“Hey angel, mind if I have this?” He says, voice strained. He doesn’t wait for an answer. He proceeds to pick up the glass as if to drink, but shatters it against the bar instead.
People stop dancing. The music is still going.
“Hey w-what the hell man?!” the guy stares at the Dealer, as if he didn’t know what he was just doing.
The Dealer shuts him up real quick when he cocks his shotgun. He’s holding the shotgun in front of you, with his arms boxing you in.
“You look familiar. Never seen you upstairs though. Too bad, you didn’t even get to play one round.”
“You should look away, angel.”
Those were the only warnings before a BLAM suddenly rang out, red splattered all over the bar and the floor- and the guy no longer has a face.
Everyone’s screaming, scrambling out of the club. You’re also screaming, but the Dealer can’t help but smile. You were shaking and pushed back into his chest, trying physically distancing yourself from the body.
Just as satisfying as killing the player after a round of double or nothing.
#dealer buckshot roulette#buckshot roulette#ask#aka writing#maybe?#very unpolished writing#love the idea of him violently protective of you#heheheh#also ofc his petname is angel because of the ost#tw depictions of violence#tw blood mention#tw gun mention#the dealer x reader#dealer ask
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Period, pt 2 - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader
A/N: I DID IT!!! I WROTE THE SECOND PART!!! Here’s the more hot and heavy smut to go with the first part. It starts up immediately right after so read Period, pt 1 first for backstory. Lemme know if I missed any warnings, please!
Dedicated to the amazing @sweetheart4you, my bestie and the supporter who nudged me back into Marvel writing 💙
CW: smut, explicit sexual content, kissing, groping, Reader is a puppy!hybrid, oral sex (Reader recieving), oral sex while on a period, bloody oral sex, enthusiastic oral sex, Reader is called handsome and good boy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, Reader tastes his own slick and blood (this might ick you out, sorry), dirty talk, ‘I love you’s, possibly ooc Logan
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You don’t even make it to the bed before Logan grabs you. Pulling you into a rough kiss, slipping his hands under your towel to knead at your ass.
You melt into him, tail wagging fiercely behind you. He chuckles softly, nuzzling into your neck. “That’s it. Just relax and be a good pup for me.”
You squirm when he nips at your skin, his little bites sending heat between your thighs. “Logan…!”
He nips harder once, then pushes you back towards the bed. You sit on the edge, eyes widening as he grabs a pillow and drops to his knees in front of you.
He nudges your thighs and you part your legs, cheeks heating at the satisfied rumble he lets out. “So fucking handsome.”
You know your blood already coats your skin, but Logan isn’t deterred. If anything, his gaze is hungrier, his breathing harder.
He leans in, pressing his nose right to your dick, taking the deepest breath you’ve ever heard from him. He groans, low and deep in his throat. “Fuck, pup, you smell so good.”
You bite back a whine, your breath shaky. You’re so wet, you can feel it drip down your thighs. The bitter scent of blood mingling with the tang of your slick in the air. But you know what he’s waiting for. “Please, Logan.”
“Please what?”
“Please eat me out,” you whimper.
He smirks, you can just feel it. “Good boy.”
You shiver and then yelp as he licks a thick stripe from your hole to your dick. He moans, hands gripping your legs as he dives in.
He eats you out like he’s starving. Moans and soft growls spilling from his lips as he laps and sucks and mercilessly tongue-fucks you.
You’re a whimpering mess, fingers tangled in his hair. Gripping on for dear life as he rips your orgasm from your body. Making you howl and arch, writhing against his mouth. “Logan!”
He snarls when you try and pull away, yanking you back. He sucks harshly on your dick, giving it the gentlest scrape of his teeth and sending you hurtling into a brutal second orgasm that has your vision whiting out.
You collapse back against the bed, weakly pushing at his face. “Too much! Too much!”
He growls but pulls back, pressing a kiss to your thigh. He gets up, looming over you. You pant softly, gazing at him with unrestrained awe.
The lower half of his face is smeared with bloody slick, his eyes wild and dark. With his hair all messed up and the hungry grin on his lips, he looks absolutely feral.
“Fuck me,” you gasp, forcing yourself up to pull him into a kiss. You lap at his chin, reveling in the taste of your own blood and slick. It could be nectar from the gods and you wouldn’t care, as long as you got to lick it from his skin.
He chuckles softly and rests his arms around you, gently petting and fondling your ears. “Easy there, pup. Gotta give you time to recover before I fuck that handsome little hole of yours.”
You shiver, but settle down. You nuzzle against his neck, breathing in his scent. “I love you.”
He gives you a gentle scratch behind the ear, voice low and full of affection. “I love you too, pup. Now, let’s get you all settled before your cramps come back. I wanna be able to fuck you properly.”
You grin against his skin. As much as you hate your periods, you love Logan even more.
Logan Howlett taglist (sorry for forgetting for the first part): @vaqueroyvampiro @alekkkkssss
#wolverine#logan howlett#ftm!reader#trans male reader#dividers by saradika#logan howlett x ftm reader#logan howlett x ftm!reader#logan howlett x trans male reader#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#wolverine x trans male reader#wolverine x ftm!reader#wolverine x ftm reader#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#x trans male reader#x ftm!reader#x ftm reader#ftm reader#x transmasc reader#transmasc reader#x trans reader#trans reader#hybrid reader#tw period sex#tw blood mention
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jigsaw to adam in that bathroom or whatever
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18+ DOM DEADPOOL X M!READER
Thinking about WADE WILSON trapping you in his grasp, his masked chin perched on your shoulder and his blood-tinted leather glove shoved in-between your thighs. He reeks of impending doom, the scent combining with his natural aroma.
“Oh, no, no, don’t run from it, pretty boy.” WADE clicks his tongue, shaking his head as you squirm. His arm snaking around your waist tightened its grip, clutching you firmly against his front.
He sneaks his hand beneath your pants, wrapping it around the base of your hard cock before freeing it from your boxers. But he doesn’t allow the cool air to hit your sensitive hardness, choosing to toy with you by keeping it hidden under your shirt. You grunt, reaching to hold onto his knees. “W—wade.” You croak, trying not to buck your hips up.
WADE hums curiously, indicating that he was listening. With one finger, he maps out the silhouette of your length through the soft material. He’s enjoying this, and that fact is one he isn’t afraid to admit. “Hmm? D’ya want somethin’, baby?”
Despite his question, he doesn’t quite let you answer. Suddenly, his thumb presses down against the side of your tip, staring in great awe at how pre-cum begins to dampen the fabric. Your dick twitches from the stimulation, and you can’t prevent the plea from leaving you. “Stop teasin’ me, please.”
You can nearly feel his lips stretch upwards into a cocky grin. His palm rests flat on your length, gently rubbing up and down. Every time WADE’S finger went to messily massage your frenulum, your shirt would press into your skin and increase your responsiveness, making you uncontrollably throb. “Awww, we both know you don’t mean that. Our buddy over here likes it.” He teases, shifting to properly but lazily jerk you off.
His hand clenches when it curls ‘round your shaft, balancing you on the point of experiencing a high but never enough for you to actually reach it. WADE WILSON knows you can handle a tad of edging. “Be a good boy, c’mon that’s it, just a liiiiiiil’ bit more.”
#진 cigarettes.#— azrael.worksᵎᵎ#tw blood mention#marvel#marvel x reader#marvel x male reader#deadpool#wade wilson#deadpool x reader#deadpool x you#deadpool x male reader#wade wilson x reader#wade wilson x you#wade wilson x male reader#deadpool smut#wade wilson smut#marvel smut#sub male reader#dom wade wilson#dom deadpool#dom!deadpool#dom!wade wilson#male reader#m!reader#x male reader#sub!reader
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Muse Reactions!
Send an icon and I'll respond with my muse's reaction to...
❤ - A compliment
💔- An insult
👊 - A threat
⏰ - Their past self
⌛ - Their future self
🌌- Their alternate universe self
😆- Getting pranked
💘 - Being told "I love you"
🛡 - Being told "I'd die for you"
🍼 - Being asked "Where do babies come from?"
😓- Their most embarrassing/regrettable moment
🥤 - Their snack or drink getting stuck in the vending machine.
💥- Their favorite thing being destroyed/discontinued/cancelled
🩸 -Seeing blood
💀 -Seeing a dead body
👻- A jumpscare
🎲 - Random!
❗ - Add your own!
#roleplay meme#roleplay memes#askbox games#askbox memes#rp memes#rp meme#memes#tw blood mention#tw death mention
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#archive of our own#ao3 quotes#ao3 stuff#archive of our own quotes#fanfic#fanfic quotes#funny#ao3#ao3 summary#ghosts may manifest in your blood after you read this#tw blood mention#what does this even mean
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The reason Werewolf!Stan (or any supernatural Stan) is the best au because it changes one aspect and yet it makes it so much better.
Dipper Pines is obsessed with the supernatural! He would try to get bitten by a vampire. He feels at home with it and is enthralled in it and he's made it borderline unhealthy.
His hero, the author, isn't better. If Dipper's slightly unhealthy with his interest Ford Pines should be locked up. He isolated himself to only be with cryptids for years and planned on doing it for many more. He's sampled human blood.
Mabel isn't obsessed with the supernatural like Dipper is, but she still likes it. They've all dove into the supernatural and have a relationship with it.
Then there's Stan, who doesn't care about cryptids, in fact, he might find them annoying. Dipper does not bother to investigate Stan because Stan is eccentric but not anything mysterious. Ford, even before he got bitter, didn't see anything super interesting in Stan. He's his brother, but he's a normie. Like, all of them thought "Stan wouldn't understand he's too lame/stupid/whatever and I'm the only one who understands this" at least once.
All of the Pineses would give one of their limbs to be a supernatural creature (or at least have some level of control over it) except for the only person who actually has it.
#my ramblings#gravity falls#werewolf Stan#that's like. the only reason i sometimes flirt with the same coin theory i love i#it*#(as in. what i described)#tw blood mention#stanley pines
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Hi TG Fandom!
Time for Bradley Bradshaw: Shabbos Goy edition.
A Shabbos Goy: a non-Jewish person typically employed by an observant Jew, to perform duties that the Jewish person cannot perform on Shabbat (the sabbath).
Something goofy and Jewish because I am goofy and Jewish. 😂
Bradley Peter Bradshaw isn't Jewish.
But Ice is and now that Bradley is living with Ice, Slider and Mav after he loses his Mom… well, they need him to do something besides be at home all day after school and on weekends. So, he ends up going to Hebrew school at the local synagogue called Beth El. He gets tossed out of the car on Sunday morning with the plea of go make some friends, Baby Goose! He's ten years old, but this is a Modern Orthodox school and he knows nothing about being Jewish or Hebrew, so he ends up in the lower class.
Still, the lower class isn't anywhere near low enough and he ends up getting made fun of by a room full of six-year-olds.
It continues out onto the playground and one of the bigger boys from the older room joins in and knocks him into the dirt.
Nobody is watching and no one intervenes, so just as Bradley is about to jump up and go on a tirade of epic proportions — a tiny blond butterball of a kid with big, crooked buck teeth, thick glasses, a kippah covered in fighter jets and long tzitzit poking out of his dress shirt comes in like a battering ram, screaming something in Yiddish as he kicks the shit out of three boys twice his size.
Little blond avenger looks over at Bradley afterwards, with thick rivers of blood streaming down his face from his broken nose and he grins, showing off a bloody baby tooth hanging on for dear life.
“Wanna be my Shabbos goy?” He asks, and all Bradley can do is nod, extending a wet hand when the chubby boy hacks and coughs into his palm, spitting out a clot of blood and that hanging tooth so they can shake on it like real men making a deal.
Bradley has no idea what he's agreeing to.
But later, when years pass and he’s got a blond butterball snoring open-mouthed into his neck every night in flight school, he thinks about asking that stubborn Jewish fistfighter if he needs a Shabbos goy forever.
After the uranium mission, Bradley finds out that yes, he does. 😊
Jacob Seresin is very observant and forgetful, you see. The world can get pretty dark if he doesn't flip the lights on before Shabbos.
He’ll always need his Shabbos goy to turn on the lights 😭❤️
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Warning: This may be disturbing to some! Mention of Gore and Blood (and hunger(?)) — No imagery, it's just text.
Sanguine. Velrose. Velorine. Carnaelle. Scarlethea. Scarlet. Hemoveil. Carnivelle. Devoure. Charne. Charnisse. Raven. Sanguira. Scarvine. Carcass. Carcasse. Morbelle. Fleshara. Voracine. Cannibette. Canibelle. Meatse. Velvourie. Guts. Carnage. Hungre. Hunny. Hans. Grotesque. Carnesque. Rawmine. Thirste. Revelryse. Carverin. Gorevish. Scar. Starflesh. Sinistone. Shiver. Mourvein. Eerie. Victor. Thorne. Alaric. Damian. Vance. Esme. Carmine. Claret. Rowan. Raven. Arden. Graves. Reed. Ash. Vale. Starven. Devourn. Carnivor. Desirith. Mallory.
mea/meat. carc/carcass. blo/blood. shre/shred. gu/guts. go/gore. han/hangry. hu/hun/hungry. mor/morbid. pi/pig. li/liver. cho/chop. raw/raws. sli/slice. sca/scar. ble/bleed. ve/vein. ve/ver. vi/vir. vie/vier. cra/crave. glu/glutton. bi/bite. sha/sharp. fan/fang. tor/tore. fou/foul. hu/hunt. mai/maim. de/dev. de/dem. ri/rib. bo/bone.
gutsnblood. blocdymess. ccrnage. hungryie. hvngry. grotesquely. gwrotesquely. blvvdbf. blocdybf. blocdygf. hungryness. vilemess. unfvlfilled. chopchops. chopcchp. rawmeat. sliccdmeat. meatgalore. canniboy. fangrin. morebites. morbites. morbibf. morbigf. hungrache. f-mished. hungryish. devourwr. mysterymeat. mystrymeat. devouredone. hollowbeing. bloodisms.
The Hungered One. Prn* who pigs out. The Famished [noun]. Prn* who's ready to Feast. The [noun]'s Banquet. Prn* who was served with Mystery Meat. Prn* devouring Silence. Prn* Ravenous Desire. Prn* with a taste for Flesh. The Feast of the Hollows. This Raging Hunger. Prn* wrapped in Flesh and Blood. The [noun] lurking in Hunger. Prn* Chalice filled with Blood. Prn* who yearns to Feast. Prn* whose Hunger gnaws.
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