Not gonna lie this blog is my guilty pleasure. Like Bendy as a character himself protect keep the bean safe but i want this bend to fuck me. Holy shit. Bite me with those teeth rip out my guts and fuck me while you're doing it. I wish i could interact more off anon but my friends would judge and kill me UG*GTG
DUDE IF YOU WANT JUST FUCKING MESSAGE ME I WONT BITE YOUR DICK OFF
Aries : Puts up a tough front but is actually soft af inside.
Taurus : Much more sensitive than they portray themselves to be.
Gemini : Reaaaally neat people with some serious case OCD.
Cancer : Savage af and will not hesitate to hurt you if you get on their bad side.
Leo : Sore losers; literally hate to lose and will sulk for freaking hours if they do, insisting that it was your fault instead of theirs.
Virgo : Really nice, easy going people that make awesome friends as they will stick up for you no matter what.
Libra : Practically lives to freaking please every single soul on earth…sometimes goes overboard while doing so.
Scorpio : Really smart people - serious the amount of brain cells they have are no joke.
Sagittarius : The most interesting people you will ever meet -You will never get bored when you’re with them.
Capricorn : Weird af istg, there is no one like them - unpredictable, hilarious and acts wayyyy younger than they actually are.
Aquarius : Literally the i-give-no-fucks people. Pretends to care but deep down they dont even feel anything.
Pisces : Not as innocent and gullible as you think they are. Acts like it, but are actually the most wise and dirty-minded people you will ever meet. Their brain doesn’t simply think in one way; they are constantly thinking of possibilities for practically everything.
• she was a teen mom, and really depended on Pete for a little while to help her raise small Nick
• She was rlly protective of Nick around older individuals, especially grown men for certain reasons of her own
• Imagine Nick’s temper but 5x worse and never stops
• local Leather Jacket mom shoots her way out of hell
• probably only nice to Nicky boy
•smokes a pack of cigarettes a day, wont drink ever
• bites her thumb like Nick when she’s stressed
• probably… bi……………….
• Nick got his eyes from his father, but Nick’s mom thinks they’re lovely only when they’re on Nick
• nick used to go non verbal whenever his dad was around, so she learned and helped teach ASL to Nick so they could communicate whenever his dad came over
• Nick’s father gave her PTSD and raised male voices/glass shatters are a flashback trigger for her (though she can handle Nick and Pete getting loud)
• She’ll combat raised voices by shouting and getting louder than them
• her favorite word is FUCK
twdg-centered hcs uh:
• Sometimes she would communicate with Sarah via ASL whenever she shut down and went non verbal (especially if Carlos or Nick weren’t around then to calm her)
• She got her neck bit in the exact same place Nick did
(A/n): Aye~ I’m finally updating something~ Sorry for any mistakes, I literally reread this so many times also thanks to @kikkohime for going through as well ;* anywho, I apologize for not updating so much ;-; school has me so exhausted right off the bat t-t
Warnings?: Violence, kind of?
When you grow old and have children of your own, you’d love to tell wild tales of your life as a youth and boast about young and stupid loves and wild, heart pumping adventures. As wild and heart pumping as the adventure you were having at the moment, your legs beginning to burn with fatigue while continuing to carry yourself through the maze of alleyways and corridors. Adrenaline shooting through your veins, and the will to survive, the only things keeping you from collapsing right then and there. Certainly you would emphasize that your future children hurry home before it gets dark and walk with a partner or group, instead of acting like a stupid ass such as yourself who walks home from school at sunset… alone.
You had your suspicions when you’d heard the ominous footsteps that shadowed yours, a chill crawling up your spine whenever you looked back to only find nothing. But the magical aura you sensed was unmistakable.
It was a mistake to stay late at school, it was also a mistake to send Hyejin home when she insisted that she stay with you, but now here you are, running like a headless chicken from your impending murderer.
“You’re getting tired aren’t you? Why don’t you stop running away for a bit?”
Risking a glance back, you suck in a breath at the male’s glowing white eyes, lips pulled back in snarl and bearing his large, pointed teeth. Fuckno, you think as you stumble slightly and push yourself harder.
I don’t want to die, you inwardly cry, what have I done wrong in life!
As if your thoughts were heard and twisted against you, the young man kicked off his dominant foot and threw his arms out to tackle you to the ground. You thrashed, breathing hard now that you’re no longer running, and desperately trying to push at his shoulders to keep his pungent teeth away from you. Right foot pushing up with all your might, you nail him right in the crotch, giving you much needed seconds to try and get away.
Your heart pounds in your ears as the seconds tick by, your hands grabbing and scratching along the pavement as you literally attempt to battle crawl out from under him. He regains his senses and is immediate to launch himself at your leg, hastily gripping at your ankles before he latches his sharp teeth onto your right calf.
Crying out, tears spring to your eyes, quite ready to accept your fate until you notice a flash of marine blue along with a sudden tsunami of overflowing aura that seemingly overpowers the emanation of your attacker’s spiritual power. The monster is shoved off of you, leaving you sprawled out on the ground with a large ring of bite marks dug into your calf. Liquid pours from the wounds, rolling down your flesh and onto the ground.
Who knew that after a week in school where humans studied alongside the supernatural, that you’d be in this sort of situation of fight or flight. Seeing as you’re no being with amplified abilities and fluorescent eyes, your only option had to be flight.
Your savior growls, a deep grumble that erupts from his chest as he bears his canines at the perpetrator who goes to pounce at him. However, the other is way too powerful and easily swats away the man before slashing across his front with his claws.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he snaps, snarling viciously with a glimmer of his irises that remind you of the vast ocean.
With your attacker running away like a frail little pup, whimpering with your blood smeared all over his mouth, you glance up and gasp softly when Jeon Jungkook kneels down in front of you. Despite being in a few class with him, sitting next to him in potions as well, you’d never actually spoken a word to him - well other than your meek thanks on the first day of school.
His eyes are noticeably glowing a bright shade of marine, and his wolf-like features are slowly returning to normal - his claws and canines receding. In contrast to how you felt a while ago, you felt comforted to see a familiar face, relaxing and finding his eyes absolutely gorgeous.
“(Y/n), what the hell are you doing out so late, and alone?” he starts, grimacing when he goes to help you up. You wonder what’s stopping him, noticing how he stiffens and hesitates, his hand raised but not moving to reach out to you. Eventually he helps you up, peering down at your wound with a deep frown on his face. He’s breathing heavily, chest heaving and shoulders rising and falling, you can only guess that it’s because of his little bout with your attacker.
“I was at school for a little longer than expected… I didn’t think much of it…” you mutter meekly, feeling embarrassed and idiotic under his scrutiny.
“Never walk home at night and alone again,” he sighs, tearing his eyes away from your leg to glance at your face, “You’re lucky I was around, or else that stupid wendigo would’ve had you for dinner.”
“W-wendigo?” you blink, thinking back to the young man with the gleaming white eyes and the teeth as sharp as those of a shark’s.
“They’re shapeshifters, they feed on humans,” he says with a nod, “there’s quite a few around, most are usually confined in mental institutes, away from humans.”
“…Um, I should walk you home…” he says shyly, scratching his cheek as he motions for you to lead the way, “Just to ensure that you get home safely…”
You blink and realize he’s waiting for you, stumbling over your feet and beginning to find your way out of the alley. Pain shoots up your right leg, causing you to wince and shift the majority of your weight to your left leg.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook questions, sensing a change in your emotional scent. He doesn’t move to aid you, keeping his distance, but still showing his concern.
You notice his eyes have returned to their normal shade of mocha, no longer gleaming a bright hue of blue. He catches you staring, holding your gaze before you both simultaneously turn away with rosy cheeks.
“Y-yeah… it just stings… I did just get bitten by a wendigo,” you answer, noticing how his aura fluctuates a tad bit.
“You did…” he agrees through gritted teeth, forcing himself to keep from gazing down at your wound.
After a while, you look up at him from under your eyelashes. You can’t help but think about how the moonlight bathes his lean figure so perfectly and compliments his unearthly looks. He’s quite literally out of this world, dazing off into space while at the same looking like he’s from heaven.
“I was wondering…” you speak up, catching his attention and earning his curious stare in result, “What were you doing in the area anyway? The majority of the students had gone home… it was a miracle that you managed to intervene in time before I became ‘dinner’.” Dinner emphasized with little motions you made, creating air quotation marks with your index and middle fingers.
At this blood rushes to his cheeks, eyes lighting up as he looks away immediately. You begin to wonder why Hyejin wanted you to avoid interacting with the young man, he was the epitome of cuteness. He was quiet as she had said, only speaking when he saw it fit, but you can’t help but note how shy he was.
“…W-werewolf,” he blurts out, “I was close by and could smell your fear, I heard your breathing and heartbeat…”
You nod thoughtfully, accepting his answer, before you both once again slip into a rather comfortable silence.
“Um… this is it..”
Once at Yahiko’s place, your home, you turn to bow your head thankfully at Jungkook. He grows flustered at the gesture, glancing warily at you. Before you can say thank you, he’s already retreating with an abrupt goodbye, see you at school and a please get your leg treated. His overbearing magical aura seems to ebb away the further he gets away from you until his tall figure is consumed by the darkness.
Yahiko’s motherly side had activated upon seeing you limp into the house. She had reprimanded you as she sat you down to tend to your leg.
“Wendigo?” she repeated after you in disbelief, her eyebrows rising into her hairline, “Well where’s the young man who saved you? You should have invited him in! It’s a miracle he had been close by!”
You pout when she decides to emphasize her disappointment in you, smacking you lightly upside the back of your head. Her expression is stern, but you notice the playfulness that sparks behind her eyes.
“Was he good looking?” she asks, laughing good-naturedly when your face flushes instantly.
“Yeah… he was.”
Come Monday you’re able to apply pressure on your right leg and walk normally. You come to school wearing socks that rise to your knees, successfully hiding the bandages Yahiko had wrapped around your leg.
“Did you get home alright on Friday?” Hyejin immediately asks when you see her in homeroom, her eyes looking over your figure for anything out of the ordinary, “I should have just stayed with you!”
“I got home fine!” you lie, wondering how she would react if she knew you were attacked by a man-eating shape-shifter and saved by the boy she told you to avoid speaking to. She’d totally freak out. Then again you did get home alive at least, thanks to Jungkook being around to save you.
At the thought of a certain ebony-haired male you can’t help but reminisce the gleam of his eyes, an alluring hue of azure. Especially bathed in the light of the moon, glowing irises gazing at you from under his sooty lashes, you wonder how someone could look so exquisite.
You blink and snap out of your trance, glancing at the clock and your surroundings to find everyone standing to leave the class. Hyejin is out of her seat, watching you with furrowed brows, wondering what has you so dazed.
Shooting up from your chair, you hastily grab your belongings and apologize meekly.
“You sure you’re okay?” she asks with narrowed eyes, you both walking to your next class.
As usual, you’re met with a variety of auras until one in particular grows in size and hits you like a monster truck - quite literally when you come face-to-chest with a student. Stumbling over your feet, you’re more overwhelmed by this sudden strength in magical atmosphere than by your collision.
Hands reach out to steady you on your feet as you look up to gaze into the chocolate depths of Jeon Jungkook’s orbs. He grimaces down at you, retracting his hands once he knows you can stand on your own.
There’s a flicker of blue that sparks in his eyes, but you must be imagining it. You feel your throat close up, unable to utter a word as he bows his head briefly.
“I-I’m sorry,” you blurt out, bowing as well, glancing nervously at onlookers who watch the ordeal with curious eyes, “I-I wasn’t looking and–”
“You okay?” he asks softly, his words only audible to you.
Blinking at him, you vigorously nod, at a loss for words under his scrutiny.
There’s a twitch at the corner of his lips, it’s minuscule and so quick that you think you’re hallucinating but it’s there as he nods and leaves you with a soft I’ll see you in class. His two friends, are grinning teasingly as they prod him about you. One of them, in particular the one with honey skin and amber eyes and sooty hair, makes an obnoxious comment about how he could smell your blood and would love to have a taste. At this, both you and Jungkook stiffen, the latter shooting his friend a look before continuing onward to his next class.
“What was that about?” Hyejin immediately asks, voice and expression stern, however you catch something you don’t quite recognize underneath all that. “Please stay away from him, he’s not someone you want to be around.”
By the time last period - potions - comes rolling around, you’re confused as to why she would say such a thing. He was anything but dangerous in your eyes. Sure, he probably had the enhanced strength to be able to snap your neck with one flick of his wrist or even tear open your throat, but you never once felt that he would harm you. In fact, the way he held himself back and distanced himself told you he was weary of himself, not wanting to hurt you.
“Hi,” you blurt out lamely when he takes a seat beside you.
Glancing at you, he nods, “Hi.”
“I-I’m sorry about what happened in the hallway… a-and–”
“Is your leg okay?”
You notice that he’s peering down at your covered right leg, his eyes flickering with that familiar shade of the ocean.
“Your eyes are so pretty…” you whisper, and upon realizing what you’d blurted out you cover your mouth with a sharp gasp, “I mean - yes! My leg is alright… my guardian treated me when I got home… a-ah that reminds me! I never got to thank you for that night… um th-thank you, I would’ve been.. You know… dead meat.”
You trail off, feeling your cheeks tinge with an embarrassed heat, inwardly hitting yourself on the head for rambling. Risking a peek at him, you freeze at the intensity of his dark eyes staring at you. There’s some sort of darkness that has crossed over his handsome features, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing down at you.
“(Y/n)… that may be so… but my eyes are anything but pretty.”
LOL you're an idiot if you think a toddler standing on a dog wont hurt it. guess what, just bc a dog may be fine with something one second doesnt mean it wont lash out and bite. do you want to put your dog down for that? i dont. grow some brain cells
How about you learn to fucking read first. Did I say that I’d ever let a child do that same thing? No. I never would. I don’t think that people should. However it’s not CRUELTY. As somebody who owns a dog who was neglected and abused in the past, let me tell you that a small child standing on a large dog isn’t a cruel action. A bad judgement call, and not fair to the dog? Yes. But cruel? No. When you call all of these little acts cruelty it detracts from real cases of animal cruelty where they’re beaten, left out in the cold, tortured and left alone to suffer. A loved family dog being misused for a moment is not an act of cruelty. It is an act of BAD JUDGEMENT on the behalf of whoever took the photo, and I bet that afterwards they told the child to get off.
You’re probably one of those people who cries racism when people say they don’t like the colour black or says that “manspreading” is an inherently sexist thing. Just stop overreacting to everything, life isn’t all good or all terrible. Sometimes it’s in the middle.
That's it. Im going to have to spell this imbecile away from me. My last deed will be to save Simon Snow's life, and my whole family will be ashamed. He's holding my face, expecting me to stay alive just because he's told me to- because he's Simon bloody Snow, and he gets whatever he wants if he growls loud enough.
I think I might kiss him before I send him flying. (Can I get him away from me without breaking any of his bones? What spell will keep him away, so he doesn't come running back into the fire?)
I think I might kiss him. He's right there. His lips are hanging open (mouth breather) and his eyes are alive, alive, alive.
You're so alive, Simon Snow.
You got my share of it.
He shakes his head, and he's saying something, and I think I might kiss him.
Because Ive never kissed anyone before. (I was afraid I might bite.) And I've never wanted to kiss anyone but him. (I wont bite. I wont hurt him.) I just want to kiss him then go. "Simon..." I say.
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