♡•. Zackery Hill .•♡

“ i’m trying my best here . . . “

• tutor
* tucker’s dorm mate
• anxiety ridden
* fandomless OC
• one of #SmolHunterAngel’s
bbs •

Michael silently glanced at his desk, then to the man's computer before looking back to him. Mainly out of curiosity, he didn't meet his sister if that's what he was worrying about. Most of the time, he was stalking from place to place before the shape met Eric.

:| My sincere apologies for being inactive, my power went out for seven hours. I'm going to get back to my replies, right now!

Michael slowly shook his head in response, he hasn't met Becks and nor was he familiar with her. It was true that he didn't talk, matter of fact the shape doesn't speak at all. He glanced towards a pen on the stranger's desk, took a piece of paper nearby and wrote down a question. "Who's Becks?"

appeared to be playing a video game before the two met face to face. His head turned towards the monitor, examining the monitor closely before his head turned back towards the stranger.

Michael silently kept his eyes locked on him, his dark and obscured eyes were looking directly at his. He breathed softly underneath his mask while his hands remained at his sides. Once again, he tilts his head and this time towards the right mainly out of curiosity. Who was this stranger, who-

"Told you I would find the wɑy,
ɑnd the wɑy is West."

Noah Delgado.

Special Agent. Former Topanga Karate Studio star turned Sensei. Friend of Miyagi-Do.

Cobra Kai doesn't rule this Valley...
It's your Gal, #Gᴀʟᴜꜱᴄᴀ

Info Threads below:

𝐴𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒.

A canon & AU portrayal of Harold Jeffries from "The Boys in the Band" (2020 Revival).

Crossover friendly. Era flexible. MS & MV. Strictly 21+. Gay ships w/strong chem. 🏳️‍🌈

It's your Gal, #Gᴀʟᴜꜱᴄᴀ

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𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈

An original character crafted for various verses. Written by #𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞. More info below.

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𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮

𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦

𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮...

"Now then~ Why don't you tell the doc what's ailing ya? Hey!?! Where ya going?!? We've got an appointment! Ha!"

An original character based within the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise.

Mature/Dead Dove/Triggering content will be present. You've been warned.

"𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒐𝒏!"

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐍𝐘𝐆𝐌𝐀, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑

𝟐𝟕, 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎'𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓. 𝑶𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝑪 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒆/𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍.

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𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯..

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆...

Cadet Rebecca "Becks" Lum. New Midshipman assigned to the USS Enterprise. Fresh outta the Academy! Xenolinguistics are her jam. And hot guys. Forever fangirling in space. 🚀

Currently on the medical tract and thriving ✨️

It's your Gal, #Gᴀʟᴜꜱᴄᴀ

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Michael silently tilts his head one more time, studying her movements as they were slowly ceasing. Why, because he wanted to watch it all happen before they stopped, and after that. He silently began walking out of the house, leaving his knife where it was. Walking into the night, his work was done.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯..

stab, this time going through the tissue, bone along with her back and into the wood of the wall. He lets the handle go and slowly tilts his head to the left, silently admiring his own handiwork as his heavy breathing softened.

Michael pinned her body against the wall, silently watching her struggle and claw at his arm. He can feel her nails slicing into his flesh, but his body ignored the sensation as his left knife wielding hand clenched tightly on the handle before a slow stab directly to her heart. Followed by another-

was bleeding from head and shoulders like a stuffed pig. Michael took another stab at her with the knife, his dark and obscured eyes were filled with a cold animalistic rage. His right hand quickly caught her neck, and clenched tightly. Then lifting her up slowly, looking at her eyes as he did so.

Michael slowly pulled the knife out from his chest, and dropped it while his eyes watched her move aside. He was breathing heavily despite his two shoulders bleeding profusely, the shape lunged at her with his knife, aiming for a stab to her chest. Followed by another slash at her, despite that he-

shape was ungodly determined to get his target. The pain from the slash along with the blow to his head throbbed, but the adrenaline alongside his will snuffed the pain out. Michael took another slash at her, with his butcher knife.

Michael stumbled as the chair met his head, his abdomen began to bleed profusely along with his head wound. However, he was still standing and picked his knife back up before slashing at her with the butcher knife. Breathing heavily as adrenaline was surging three times over within his body, the-

while his right hand grabbed the handle of her axe. Quickly hitting her in the face with the haft of the axe, then taking it from her and dropping it to the side. The shape wanted it out of his way, it annoyed him despite his left shoulder bleeding profusely while adrenaline was coursing within him.