Van(der)
@bloodiedhound.bsky.social
DO NOT FORGET
WHAT I AM.
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roleplay.
young pit fighter vander au.
written by berry.
Pinned
Van(der)
@bloodiedhound.bsky.social
· Mar 1
𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚
𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚
𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚
𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚
𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚
𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚
𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚
Beat me 、hate me. You can never break me.
March 30, 2025 at 8:45 PM
alright that's enough time to put his shirt back on it's still kinda chilly—
March 30, 2025 at 6:51 PM
alright that's enough time to put his shirt back on it's still kinda chilly—
Flexing for no reason aaat all.
March 30, 2025 at 6:46 PM
Flexing for no reason aaat all.
another (sun)day, another slay.
March 30, 2025 at 6:38 PM
another (sun)day, another slay.
The Drop isn’t open yet, but it’s never really quiet. Vander crouches near the bar, sleeves rolled up, hands braced against a heavy pipe running along the wall. A slow, steady [ drip ] echoes against the floorboards.
“This is a shit job,” Harlan mutters, arms crossed as he watches from —
“This is a shit job,” Harlan mutters, arms crossed as he watches from —
March 30, 2025 at 12:29 AM
The Drop isn’t open yet, but it’s never really quiet. Vander crouches near the bar, sleeves rolled up, hands braced against a heavy pipe running along the wall. A slow, steady [ drip ] echoes against the floorboards.
“This is a shit job,” Harlan mutters, arms crossed as he watches from —
“This is a shit job,” Harlan mutters, arms crossed as he watches from —
Reposted by Van(der)
Reposted by Van(der)
🎵
Closer
Nine Inch Nails · The Downward Spiral · Song · 1994
open.spotify.com
March 29, 2025 at 9:19 PM
🎵
I will dirty my hands so your smile remains.
March 29, 2025 at 10:21 PM
Would you still love me if I was a worm .ᐣ
March 29, 2025 at 9:55 PM
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YOU GET ME CLOSER TO GOD!
March 29, 2025 at 9:19 PM
Reposted by Van(der)
<— Fuckin fell asleep. Of course he would.
That—was one trial too many, oof. Gonna plop down in a booth and rest his eyes for a few minutes. Or more.
Humming whatever tunes come from the jukebox as he makes notes in a little notebook. Next to it, on the bar, an array of bottles and tumblers and shakers and a generous amount of ice cubes.
He's been testing new ideas, coming up with new mixes, seeing what's good or not so much.
He's been testing new ideas, coming up with new mixes, seeing what's good or not so much.
March 28, 2025 at 10:24 PM
<— Fuckin fell asleep. Of course he would.
That—was one trial too many, oof. Gonna plop down in a booth and rest his eyes for a few minutes. Or more.
Humming whatever tunes come from the jukebox as he makes notes in a little notebook. Next to it, on the bar, an array of bottles and tumblers and shakers and a generous amount of ice cubes.
He's been testing new ideas, coming up with new mixes, seeing what's good or not so much.
He's been testing new ideas, coming up with new mixes, seeing what's good or not so much.
March 28, 2025 at 10:14 PM
That—was one trial too many, oof. Gonna plop down in a booth and rest his eyes for a few minutes. Or more.
Humming whatever tunes come from the jukebox as he makes notes in a little notebook. Next to it, on the bar, an array of bottles and tumblers and shakers and a generous amount of ice cubes.
He's been testing new ideas, coming up with new mixes, seeing what's good or not so much.
He's been testing new ideas, coming up with new mixes, seeing what's good or not so much.
March 28, 2025 at 9:05 PM
Humming whatever tunes come from the jukebox as he makes notes in a little notebook. Next to it, on the bar, an array of bottles and tumblers and shakers and a generous amount of ice cubes.
He's been testing new ideas, coming up with new mixes, seeing what's good or not so much.
He's been testing new ideas, coming up with new mixes, seeing what's good or not so much.
what the fuck is a scotland pilgrim
March 28, 2025 at 8:16 PM
Eyeing him up and down, arms crossed. A bit wary.
"Vander."
"Vander."
March 28, 2025 at 8:16 PM
Eyeing him up and down, arms crossed. A bit wary.
"Vander."
"Vander."
. . .
Blink. Still has no idea what this is all about exactly.
"I see. S'a shame that happened."
Blink. Still has no idea what this is all about exactly.
"I see. S'a shame that happened."
March 28, 2025 at 8:09 PM
. . .
Blink. Still has no idea what this is all about exactly.
"I see. S'a shame that happened."
Blink. Still has no idea what this is all about exactly.
"I see. S'a shame that happened."
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"..... The what now? When?"
March 28, 2025 at 8:05 PM
"..... The what now? When?"
ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ⁱˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ
March 28, 2025 at 8:04 PM
ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ⁱˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ