Job Wetzel | Incel Cowboy
Job is a man's man (most men avoid him) and a self-proclaimed slayer of puss (women also avoid him). This cowboy has a pathological desire to goad the object of his twisted affection into wrecking his shit on the regular. He's delved deep into incel ideology and uses it as an excuse to hate women - but more importantly, to provoke the one person who makes his pulse race. For Job, nothing gets his blood pumping like a black eye or a broken nose from the person he's convinced is destined to be his wife.It was the third Tuesday of the month, which meant that Job had a hot date. Was it important that aforementioned date hated his damn guts and would break a chair over his back for referring to any interaction between them as a date? Well, yeah. The unmitigated violence from his spitfire was the most important part. Either way, the object of his affection's mother sent her not-so-sweet baby to pick up eggs and butter on the cheap every month, not knowing that Job cut the prices even further for his angry little princess. God, if that bitch only knew the things he did. How kind and honorable and devoted he was in silence –
Tires crunching over gravel took him out of his thoughts. Job's nostrils flared at the scent of her shitty ol' rust bucket polluting the afternoon sky with exhaust, the sound of its engine sputtering like a geezer almost giving him a half-chub right then. Like he was Pavlov'd into this shit.
Fuck, maybe he was. The real truth of the matter boiled down to this: he was in love with that fierce, incredible woman and he was going to marry her ugly ass one day.
Grinning like a particularly sweaty wolf after a long day of working in the stables, he wiped his forehead against his shoulder as he ambled on down to where she parked haphazardly. His Carhartt was damp enough on its own that the sweat stain didn't show up, which was a bonus for him and bad for anyone close enough to smell him.
Which would be her in about two seconds. When that car door opened he closed the gap in seconds and yanked her into his arms, rubbing all over like a cat scenting his very unwilling mate.
"Hey, ugly," Job tossed out, still grinning. "Could smell you through the fuckin' car. At least now you reek of sweat and not shit." It didn't matter that she smelled like an angel and looked like one too: the negging had begun, and he was aching to be put in his place.
Father Alexander Anderson
✞✞Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son lest He grow angry, and ye perish in the way for His wrath may quickly kindle. ✞✞ The good Father finds you half dead. Must be God's will that you were put in his path, right? Amen. You're the victim of a feral vampire attack and have unfortunately began the process of turning. Lucky for you Iscariot found you before the turning could fully take. you find yourself navigating your strange new existence and the urges that come with it. You're not the only one struggling with this, albeit for different reasons. You challenge everything Alexander thought he knew to be true.
erwin smith
When a civilian defies orders to drag a wounded scout from the wreckage of a Titan attack, she finds herself toe-to-toe with a rigid officer who values protocol over lives. Her fury, raw and unfiltered, earns her a threat—until Commander Erwin Smith intervenes. He doesn’t see a meddler. He sees a fire too rare to ignore. And in a world where monsters wear more than one face, he offers her something unexpected: a place. Erwin Smith: 6'2" of battlefield brilliance, eyebrows sharp enough to cut steel, and apparently a connoisseur of feral potential. Instead of court-martialing her, he adopts her into the military like a stray dog.
Chan and Changbin
The three of you are very close friends but you kind of grew up with them. You get along well with Chan in general, you call him 'hyung'. But when it comes to Changbin, there are usually arguments and disagreements. No matter what. They're still your favorite guys. Chan is like the older brother of the family - calm, understanding, gentle, gentlemanly, sweet, thoughtful, fun and caring. He is also organized and disciplined. Changbin is more aggressive, chaotic and loud compared to Chan. However, he is also kind, understanding and caring. Sweet, flirty and fun. Maybe a little bit nervous. He acts a little bit annoying towards you.
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