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bubbasbubblebutt · 6 months
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"LOOK MR.QUINN ITS YOU!!"
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the-oracles-maw · 1 month
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macushla
Playing cards with the Deathslinger
My first DBD fic!! contains: killer!reader, just straight up peepaw Caleb save a horse...
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You could say you've settled into your role in this strange new world.
It's routine. You find yourself... somewhere. The Entity starves. It's your responsibility to feed it. When it is sated, you're sent back to the campfire. The Entity's food? You don't care to know. You've grown numb to it.
You've seen others who have a similar role to yours. Particularly two men and two women about your age. The thrill they get from their assignment by the Entity. Licking the blood from their knives and bats. As for you? Your eyes just linger on your hands coated in red. They would definitely be stained.
Your cohorts weren't much for conversation, save for the aforementioned killers your age. They were often met with a grunt or a cold shoulder.
Which is why you pondered endlessly about this bond you created with the Deathslinger.
Caleb thumbed through the deck of cards, dealing them between the two of you with almost impossible dexterity with rotting fingers. He never spoke much (perhaps that's what made it so easy for you to open up to him, you fear you'd annoy the old man.) When he did speak, it was an odd voice: a midwestern drawl somehow with a heavy Irish accent. It wasn't unpleasant.
His lips rise into a ghost of a smile and even his entire face seem to barely light up as you play your hand.
"'Might be the only person your age who knows how t' play twenty-five."
"I don't know," you shrug. "Back home we'd text each old games as a gimmick. I'd imagine there's a couple kids who know how to play because of that."
"Bah," Caleb waved his hand. "That don't count. Come on, now! Nobody appreciates the simplicity of the classics no more."
You shrug. "Guess not."
Caleb gives you a crooked smile. "Ain't many young folk like you no more, mo chuisle. I taught you well."
Caleb called you that a lot. Mo chuisle. A little more often than your actual name. And you were the only person whom he called by name. You never asked him what it meant.
Your conversations often went like this. Caleb would crack an uncharacteristic joke about your age, sometimes when he was in a good mood, you supposed within earshot of the group of friends called the Legion.
"What surprised me the most," you began, "was how sloppy they were." You eye the hand you intend to trump on Caleb. "It's like they're just sticking their hands into the live wires until something works."
"Suits you, don't it? Make it easier on you?"
"Eh, I think I prefer the challenge." You knew that was what exactly Caleb wanted to hear. His broken jaw made his proud smile comically lopsided. You fan out the cards you intend on trumping Caleb with, and he raises a brow, putting down his hand.
"You sure about that?" He asks lowly, eyeing your hand quizzically.
"What?"
"I think you should look at that hand again, mo chuisle."
You look at your cards again, and notice a fatal fumble in your hand that would have cost you the game. You fight a blush you feel coming onto your cheeks and sheepishly pull back your hand. "Huh..."
"Come on now, you know better than that."
Caleb wasn't sure what he saw in you. Or why he gave you such special treatment. There were a few "killers," he supposed that were around your age. A few too many, he supposed. What made you different? Was he unconsciously reminded of someone from his past? Did he think you were weak and needed protection?
He wasn't sure what it was about you that tugged at whatever was left of his heart that endeared him to you. It felt natural. He needed to protect you, and he didn't know why.
It was best he'd kept it that way.
"Look here," Caleb fanned out his set of cards for you, continuing on with the game you both briefly forgot you were playing. "I reckon we jink this, mo chuisle."
Mo chuisle.
Maybe one day, he'd tell you what your little nickname meant. One day, if you all somehow get out of here, or, when eventually, this dark God decides to turn on you all.
— mo chuisle: "my darling" "my blood" literally means "my pulse." macushla: the song where "mo chuisle" comes from.
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xgoddessoffandomsx · 3 months
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Frank: *holding the Death to Bayshore* You've done yee'd your last haw!
Caleb: Kiddo, can you give me back my gun
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icallhimjoey · 7 months
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i am actively dYING right now its my birthday and ive just seen that joe wore fucking wallabees last week I AM NOT JOKING its the worst and the best birthday gift EVER
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artistictiliqua · 1 year
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Vidya game MLG peepaw print
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ideasvoid · 2 years
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just thought of a super cute idea.. doing a little western movie moment with (preferably platonic) deathslinger.. he’s such a grandpa and i love him
- jae
p.s. from what i’ve seen of your writing.. it’s super good, love it!
hello my dear! this gave me quite the giggle, I can absolutely do that for you.
P.S. your words mean more to me than you know, thank you <3
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The Deathslinger - Peepaw Caleb Caleb Quinn
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Caleb sat at one of the tables of the saloon, cleaning a days worth of grime and dried blood from his guns barrel. The sound of footsteps on wood made him pause and turn to the entrance, a scruffy eyebrow raised.
You swung the the doors open, stance wide and arms held out over your belt like you were armed and were ready to clear house like none other. "There ain't enough room in this town for the two of us." The bounty hunter stared at you, confusion clear on his face. Was this just some kind of joke?
"what're you on about?" you smiled wide and wiggled your fingers over the flashlight at your hip. you had seen scenes like this on tv and in movies countless times, and the fact that now you were able recreate it yourself made you giddy with excitement. "Put 'em up partner!"
Caleb turned on his chair to you, the gears turning in his head. suddenly your hand shot to your hip and you pulled out the flashlight and shined it into Caleb's face. He sat there, eyes screwed shut while he quietly rethought every life choice that brought him to this point. He heaved a sigh as you erupted into laughter, lowering the flashlight down again.
you approached him, attempting to muster an apology through your giggles. "yeah, yeah har har har - gimme that" he snatched the device from your hands and dropped it on the table, swapping it for a deck of cards and moving the rifle to the side. "jus' for that, you're dealin".
-bonus- Caleb: you can't what? Y/N: I can't swim. Caleb: how old are ya? Y/N: y/a Caleb:
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pommigranite · 1 year
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parallels
Leo didn't want this.
Some people would jump at the chance to meet their future selves.
To change and fix it all before it's too late, before it even happens.
To know how their lives will turn out, to know what choices to make. To do just enough to make their lives go exactly the way they want them too. To protect what they hold dear.
An unimaginable, once in a lifetime moment.
An opportunity.
It was right in front of him, and he hated it.
The opportunity.
An unimaginable, once in a lifetime moment.
To know just what to say to fix every mistake, to right every wrong. To change him just enough to make sure his life went exactly the way he wanted it to. To protect everyone he held dear.
And yet somehow he knows it's still too late, because his family is gone.
Some people would jump at the chance to meet their past selves.
Leonardo didn't want it.
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notes and ramblings under the cut 💙
hello guys~
okay so i wrote this short little thing and i was like "hmm i should post this with some art" so here it is!
the basic context is that future leo comes back after the movie happens, hence why present Leo is a train wreck.
also the peepaw design killed me the arm and the body is different and he's huge and ugh (i love him so much lol)
thank sm to my bestie quinn (@multixquinn) for proofreading!! tysm for the help!!💙
please dont flop please i'll actually cry lol
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babiebom · 9 months
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Would I Give Them Head(dbd edition)
A/N:I did a Stardew valley version and thought that it would be cool/funny if i did it for all of the things I write for! Again this is only for the males! And it's just for fun! Both killers and survivors
Tw:sexual content,cursing
Genre:headcanons? Shitpost.
Wc: 2+ for each character!
The Mastermind/Albert Wesker
Only in a hate sex situation
I severely dislike this man
I do not care that he is blonde and British I HATE him:(
The Dredge
Absolutely not wtf
I don't wanna hear tortured screams thanks
The Blight/Talbot Grimes
No
I do not enjoy his drippy face
It's icky
The Ghostface/Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson
Yes
I think we have already established that I'm a Ghostface girlie
Would give him the best sloppy toppy I could
Is allowed to kill me after I do not mind
The Doctor/ Herman Carter
Not unless I had to
His face scares me and I hate his laugh
I would also dislike him as a person
The Clown/ Jeffrey Hawk
No
And when I say thia I mean all the disrespect
But i hate this stupid clown
He makes me want to be violent
The Trapper/Evan Macmillan
I feel like he doesn't wash himself properly
So no
Probably is filthy
The Wraith/Phillip Ojomo
Not my favorite but due to his backstory I feel bad for him
So maybe a friendly handjob
The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr
I say this with NO disrespect
But he does not bathe
And while I love him I am not putting that anywhere near my mouth
Will give him a handjob tho
The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka
Yeah sure
He is large and in charge
Also has to be clean? I think he might be clean
The Nightmare/Freddy Kreuger
No
I would however like to punch the side of his head so hard it caves in
He deserves to have it cut off
The Twins/Victor Deshayes
No
This is a child
The Cenobite/Elliot Spencer
The chains are kinda kinky
So yeah
Also him tummy out and I think its cute
The Nemesis
No
Stinky dead man
His tentacle things make you sick he needs to stay away from me
The Executioner/Pyramid Head
YES
he is one that is allowed to be dirty
He is so attractive and he doesn't even have a face
He just walks around with that big ass sword knife thing and his hips amd im sold
I'm down bad
The Legion/Frank
Probably not
Isn't he like 18?
Too young for me
The Legion/Joey
Again too young for me
So no
Like im sorry but they're literally described as teens
The Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer
Like Maxie
Its not that i hate him its that he's stinky
So handjob it is
The Knight/Tarhos Kovács
For the following i think they're all stinky
BUT Tarhos is different
Simply because I do like the Knight x Princess trope and I would like to be the princess
So I guess yes
The Carnifex/Sander Rault
No
Hate him
Wanna smash a pallet on his bead
The Assassin/Durkos Malecek
No
Stupid man
Always is mean so NO
I will scream if he appears one more time
The Jailer/Alejandro Santiago
Maybe a handjob because I like his name
Its very cute
The Shape/Michael Myers
Unfortunately yes
Though I do hate the man because he literally instakills me
I cannot deny that I am attracted to him
The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn
No
Peepaw does not get his Dick sucked by me sorry
He needs to be in a nursing home and have his shooting license revoked
The Trickster/Jiwoon Hak
Yes
Very attractive but also very annoying
The one killer I main
I would give him one the punch him immediately
The Demogorgon
This is bestiality
So no
Doggie does not get head from me
Does get head rubs tho
Maybe some belly rubs
The Singularity
I have no idea who this is where did it even come from
Is this a man or woman someone tell me
Also while I am a robot fucker I would have to say no
Jake Park
Yes
I had an immediate crush on him
He is also a loner type so yes
Absolute hawtie
Dwight Fairfield
Yes
Sweet sweet boy probably needs one
Would be so thankful that I HAVE to
Leon Kennedy
YES
is this even a question fr?
Sexy sexy man
Only cop I will get on my knees for
David Tapp
No
Reminds me of family members
William "Bill" Overbeck
Naur eema
Maybe a handjob because why not i like his get up one time free perk
David King
No
Gives off bestie vibes
Would give handjob tho
Steve Harrington
Okay don't kill me
But I have never watched the tinger strangs
Aren't they in middle or high school
Absolutely not
Carlos Oliveira
I like his name it makes him seem attractive
So yes
Ace Visconti
NO
Have a love hate relationship with this man
Will not have any part of me close to him in that way at all
Quentin Smith
An adult?
I think?
I have also never seen this movie I am so confused
Yes if adult no if younger than 21
Adam Francis
Ummmmm
Sure I guess
I think it would be okay?
Jeff Johansen
He looks stinky but idk
I would give him a handjob
He seems cool and mysterious
Ash Williams
NO
I do not find him attractive at all
I kinda dislike his face
Jonah Vasquez
No
He just seems stinky
Yoichi Asakawa
YES
I had a big crush on him when I first played the game
Will get on my KNEEES FOR HIM
WILL GET SACRIFICED FOR HIM
Felix Richter
Yuh
Gives off sugar daddy vibes
Vittorio Toscano
Yuhhhhh
Also gives off sugar daddy vibes
Why is be so attractive is it the hair?
Jonathan Byers
Again i have not watched the show
Are they not all teens?
I am so confused
No
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kasonkodd · 1 year
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im bored in the car 💯🥶 so heres some random batfam hcs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel like Bruce loves to sing?? like lowkey?? highkey? and i think he sounds really good like Frank Sinatra.. or like.. Seth McFarlane.. LMAO. I know the harley quinn show did him mad dirty but I genuinely feel like this man can sing. i think his kids enjoy when he sings cause it usually means hes in a good mood. :)
after a bit into their relationship, Nika kinda gets Damian to loosen up. Hes not as uptight and his speech isnt as formal. He tries slang.. but like.. it doesnt sit right on his tongue. it’s definitely a change but the others really like how he sounds like a normal teenager. OMG also i feel like Nika does Damians makeup!!! sometimes just for shits and giggles and at first, Damian hated it but then… he slowly started liking it… ugh those two.
i have this huge hc that tim is the BIGGEST theater nerd.. he knows the majority of musicals and i firmllllly believe hes even acted in a few at school¿? idk. this one might be a lil weird but he seems like the type to know all the words to like Dear Evan Hansen or sum. omg he loves hairspray too. OK SORRY.
dicks allergic to seafood. idk if hes eaten it in the comics but i just feel like he def is a lil allergic. nothing life threatening like tims allergies to PEANUTS AAAHAHHA. i think dick gets a little swollen??? tingly?? poor guy tbh..
i made a small post about this but jason knows how to cook. like heee knows. i think when he was little, he spent a lot of time cooking with alfred. so he can make a bomb ass lasagna and then pump out the best cookies youve ever tasted in your life.
but peepaw. i love them. they r my world. all of them
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bubbasbubblebutt · 11 months
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"Well would'ya look at that"
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the-oracles-maw · 13 days
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don't you beg for love
kinda a vent fic to console myself. Anyway, it's been a hot minute and I'm sorry about that. Finals are coming up. Also also if anyone wants to see a different dbd killer feel free to request who!
Cowboy grandpa Caleb gives you some cowboy grandpa advice.
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The Grave of Glenvale had become more of a home to you than the Entity's twisted copy of your own. You've never been to Arizona, you would reason. What young folk like yourself haven't fantasized about being a mysterious cowboy looming into a Saloon? Big, hot iron strapped to your hip, ready to clean house of bandits?
You kept telling yourself that as you made your way into the Saloon, or what was left of it. Some of the letters reading "DEAD DAWG" had been shot off, making it read more like the "D D DA G SALOON"
You were fine, you told yourself. You were curious about what the whiskey was like in the late 1800's. You were into the cowboy aesthetic.
A grumble and a cough rings out. An uncharacteristically chipper voice that did not suit whom it belonged to.
"Why, ain't you a sight for sore eyes."
You weren't fine.
If you were fine, you wouldn't have totally just perked up hearing the mangled voice of the undead bounty hunter that all but took you in when you found yourself in this warped, new world.
Caleb's genuine smile was comically lopsided, one side of his face completely, grotesquely smooshed thanks to the bullet that shattered and ripped through his jaw. If one knew any better, they'd turn tail and run from the sight.
The outlaw ran his thick fingers over the rim of the glass of fresh neat whiskey, which somehow looked drinkable. The Entity was good to her killers, that was for sure, apparently.
"What're standing there for, mo chuisle? Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I don't bite."
Trying not to drag your feet, you settle on the barstool across from Caleb, looking away from him. Already, you felt a little bit better. The sound of glass dragging across old wood makes your eyes snap up at him, Caleb holds a new glass of whiskey for you. Where it came from, you haven't a clue. The Entity had her ways, perhaps. And you didn't dare question it.
"Have some," He drawled. "Yer lookin' rough."
You paused, and look at the honey colored liquid, already anticipating the bitter, burning sting down your throat.
"Well? Go on." Caleb insisted, nudging the glass towards you.
You take the glass, and slam it back. "It ain't like them fancy rich folk pops yer used to back home. You're not meant to taste it," you remember Caleb telling you. You cough loudly as you down the drink in one gulp, still not used to the bitter burn, causing the man to laugh.
"Bah, you'l get use to it, eventually. Now, talk to me dotey," Caleb stretched, you could hear the creaking of the metal brace on his bad leg. "What's eating at you now?"
What wasn't eating at you? Compared to Caleb, and most, if not all of your cohorts, you hadn't been here very long. But, if one was keeping track the best they could, it was likely you'd been trapped here for a little over three months. You did the Entity's bidding well. You gave her fresh sacrifices. She was please and kept you healthy and strong. But still...
You felt out of place.
You struggled to connect with your fellow killers. Even the band known as the Legion, who seemed just about your age, seemed... off-put by you. The outgoing and charismatic Danny Johnson wouldn't give you a second glance. When the killers mingled about the campfire before retreating to their respective realms, you were forced to stay far away, or awkwardly follow Caleb on the rare occasion he made an appearance.
"So, I..." You began, trying to find the words. "I went out with Frank and his friends."
"Did you now?" Caleb took a swig of the whiskey. "How was that? You have fun?"
You sigh sadly. "It was... I don't know, kind of like I wasn't there. I mean, I had a good time, it was bowling but..."
"Now, lemme ask you something, mo chuisle..." Caleb's voice was uncharacteristically soft. Gentle, even as he leaned in. "Why do you even stick around Frank, huh? You ain't into 'em, and they ain't into you."
You don't have an answer to that, you just look down at the empty glass guiltily. Caleb shakes his head. On your slouched shoulder, a rough hand finds purchase.
"Hey now, you don't mind if you lend me an ear, do ya?"
Not at all.
"Look," Caleb clears his throat, scooching the barstool a little closer to you. "I know it hurts, trust me, I know. But, there's just gonna be folks out there who, for whatever God damned reason, just don't like ya. Doesn't necessarily have to be something you did."
You could tell by the tone of Caleb's voice that this was something he himself's also struggled with: Feeling out of place. An Irish immigrant, undesirable by white employers and pioneers on the western front. "And sometimes, dotey? You gotta know when to give it up."
You sigh sadly. Deep down, you know Caleb is right. Frank and the Legion will probably never see you as a friend. "I know... I... I guess I just want people to like me."
"Why, I like ya!" Caleb playfully nudges you on the shoulder, making you laugh. "But... yeah. I get it. You're still a young lil' thing. You wanna run wild with people your age."
You nod.
"Listen here now, mo chuisle, I know yer crushed," Caleb continued, "It might take a while to, 'find your people,' so to speak. Took me my whole damn life. Took me 'till my last few years to find my people." His lips rose as you both knew he was referring to the Hellshire Gang.
Caleb gently caressed your shoulder, patting it every now and then, his eyes softening. "Ya can't beg for folks to like ya, mo chuisle. It'll only hurt you in the end." A soft smile returns to his face. "And when you find your people, you won't have to beg. You know why?"
You blink, and Caleb grins. "Because the best folk'll see you the way I do, grá mo chroí."
Your eyes don't feel as stingy anymore as you smile back at him. You think you're going to leave the Legion alone for a little while, and stick by Caleb. Sure, your friendship was... unconventional, but you never had to beg for Caleb's attention. And best of all? He was delighted to have you around.
Perhaps your people, age gap be damned, was right in front of you, sharing a whiskey with you.
You wouldn't ever have to beg.
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"mo chuisle": literally "my pulse" my darling, my love
"grá mo chroí": literally "love of my heart"
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bluebeetle · 2 months
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In my mind quinn ends up worshipping Jergel post game (tho they have a soft spot for selune, umbralee, and lathander too) because yknow. Dude helped them a ton and they owe a lot... And theyve seen what happens if you die with no god to claim your soul. Its not as deep and fanatic a worship as it was with Bhaal bht i imagine Jergels temple ends up coming back purely because people end up listening to one of the heroes of Baldurs Gate about him ahha...
They also live in the now rebuilt temple by the grove when not in baldurs gate or travelling.
Astarion also joins but its partly to just keep an eye on Quinn because he worries they might have an unhealthy relationship with religion after everything (and, in the end, Jergal was the only god to help get him free technically and peepaw liked the undead... But hes still not big on the gods as a whole)
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itzz-kk · 1 year
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Characters I will take requests for!
House Of Wax (2005)
Vincent Sinclair
Bo Sinclair
Lester Sinclair
TCM(OG)
Bubba Saywer
Halloween(OG, RZ, Peepaw)
Michael Myers
Friday The 13th(any just not the remake plss)
Jason voorhees
TCM(2003)
Thomas Hewitt
Saw(all)
Amanda Young
Jill Tuck
Mark Hoffman
Nightmare On Elm Street(not the remake pls)
Freddy Krueger
Fall(2022)
Becky
Hunter
M3GAN(2023)
M3gan(no smut or lemon🤨)
Gemma
SCREAM(1,5,6)
Billy Loomis
Stu Macher
Amber Freeman
Sam Carpenter
Tara carpenter
Quinn Bailey
Ethan Landry
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joe-moi · 5 months
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PeePaw Quinn’s got some game to gamble with a girl, Raya, and his dad while trying to film. My apologies, PeePaw, I didn't realize you got it like that, lol. I underestimated your game. 🥇
Talented multitasker that man!
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hunny-pp · 3 years
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peepaw my bestie
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tuckerrule · 3 years
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i hate you so here’s a dad rock song for the song rec thing:
simple man by lynyrd skynyrd
imagine thinking i’d put myself through that <3
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