Sándor.

❛❛ 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝙍𝙐𝙎𝙃. ❜❜ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 🏎️ sᴀɴᴅᴏʀ ʟ. ᴢᴇᴍᴏ. F1 ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴜ ʙᴀʀᴏɴ ᴢᴇᴍᴏ. ᴛғᴀᴛws & ʀᴜsʜ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴜsᴇ. ᴍᴀʀvᴇʟ, F1 ᴇᴛc vᴇʀsᴇs. ᴀu, ᴍv, cʀossovᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ. 🏎️ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

What’s he tryna look so tough for??? Afraid she’ll beat his ass if he don’t sell her the good shit she knows he has?

“Ew.”

[Rises from hibernation making dial-up tones.] God has allowed her to live another day, and she’s about to make it everyone else’s problem.

“Ugh. Living is so fucking lame sometimes, honestly. I almost wish that wolf mauling had killed me.” She’s not suicidal, she just can’t stand having to be around normal people.

Her nostrils flair as she continues to analyze the smell of blood and his body language. His actions and gaze say predator, but that won’t deter her curiosity. She takes a drag off her cigarette, trying to decide what to do. Does she approach, or avoid?

That ever-familiar metallic aroma caught Ginger’s ultra keen senses, causing her to look around for the source before predatory, 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 eyes fall upon 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Ginger was leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette she stole from a neighbor’s secret stash he kept out in his shed, hidden from his naggy wife.

Buffer wheel— “Wait, Beavis, I don’t think—“

“What’s up, losers.”

@NllGHTMARlSH Don’t mind her, she’s just watching Quentin (maybe a little too intensely) from afar as she gnaws on a jerky stick.

// Ok but like what if I added Ginger & Stokely to the DBD verse

……Suddenly sees a looooong ass shadow…traces the shadow back to the source, and aaaaaall the way up to the cage atop his head, eyes going wide. “Holy shit.”

Currently cronching on a neighbor’s yappy ass little dog. Whoops

// If you think white people can be victims of racism, y’re a fuckin’ clown & ya mom’s a hoe. — Sincerely; a white person that’s not dumb as shit or a racist pile of garbage.

// I— TIL IM AS TALL AS BEAVIS & BUTTHEAD??? Omg

She snickers at him smelling his shirt. “Chicks, huh.” She says, the slightest hint of the points of fangs exposed as she spoke. “So what’s your name, gonch slayer.” She asked, chewing the jerky again as she awaited an answer.

“I can literally smell it on you, under all the body spray.” She snorts, taking another bite of jerky.

Side-eyed squint-glare as she chews on a jerky stick. After staring for a good half a minute, she sighs and finally replies. “What’s up, virgin.”