#newt grundy

[sugar-cube-person]

Masterlist

GOTHAM:

Jim Gordon

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Edward Nygma

Jervis Tetch

Victor Zasz

Victor Zsasz x Fem!reader PT1

Butch Gilzean/Cyrus Gold/Solomon Grundy

Butch Gilzean x Gn!reader

MARVEL:

Loki

Thor 

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Stephen Strange

Bruce Banner 

Peter Parker (Tom, Andrew, and Toby)

ONCE UPON A TIME:

Killian Jones

Gideon Gold

Peter Pan 

Henry Mills

DISNEY CHANNEL:

Luke Ross 

Ravi Ross

P.J. Duncan

Gabe Duncan

Joey Rooney

Parker Rooney

STAR WARS:

Luke Skywalker

Anakin Skywalker

Han Solo

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

THE MAZE RUNNER:

Thomas

Newt

Gally

Frypan

WE’RE THE MILLERS:

Kenny Miller

David Miller

HARRY POTTER:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Sirius Black (old or young)

James Potter (young)

Remus Lupin (old or young)

GRIMM:

Nick Burkhardt 

Sean Renard

Monroe

Hank Griffin

Drew Wu

CRIMINAL MINDS:

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner 

Derek Morgan

GHOSTBUSTERS:

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Winston Zeddemore

Peter Venkman  

RULES:

I will NOT be writing ANY smut since I do not feel comfortable with that, when requesting please be specific or I will improvise and I think that defeats the purpose lol, anyways enjoy and have fun, I can’t wait to hear your requests!

EXTRA:

You can request from other fandoms too and if I don’t know which fandom it is I will definitely try it out and write for it :)

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Sry for the spam. Was looking for those newt grundy poems and found a bunch of old posts that deserved more attention than they got.

[waterlilyvioletfog]

My Riverdale @ Hogwarts Headcannon

-So, obvi, Betty’s a puff. 

-Archie’s a Gryffindor. 

-Veronica’s a puff, too (she’s loyal, honest, and doesn’t particularly embody the qualities of the other houses, but she could totes be a Slyth, I geddit, jeez, calm your shit.) 

-Jughead’s prolly a Ravenclaw. 

-Let’s be real here, Cheryl’s a Slyth, Jason’s a Slyth, the Blossoms are Pureblood a-holes and Cheryl and Jason are both sitting and looking at their parents like “wtf, dude?!” 

-Kev’s tricky... fuck it, let’s make him a Puff, too, for being honest, caring, headstrong, and there to lend the kiddos a helping hand while also going off to be gay with his boyfriend because they’re smols. 

-Side note, not a headcannon, it’s just my hair is getting all glowy in this light and it makes me smug- 

-Polly will be in Gryffindor for the sake of the whole “star-crossed-lovers” Romeo-and-Juliet style. 

-Betty and Jughead are writing the school newspaper. They are an Epic Dream Team with Matching Patronuses who smell each other in the Amortentia and are really cute and adorable and fuck it, they’ll get married straight outta Hogwarts, won’t they? 

-So, the Grundy thing DID NOT HAPPEN, FUCKING FIGHT ME, MCGONAGALL WOULD BE SUPER SUSPICIOUS OF HER. 

-My children are all safe from the evil that is Clifford Blossom AKA The Actual Worst. 

-Polly gets “sent away to Beauxbatons for a semester as part of her NEWTs course.” 

-(They make sure she does the classes by mail so she’s all caught up.) 

-The only one of the RD5 who wasn’t in Slytherin was Fred and maybe FP. 

-The football kids in the show are the Quidditch players. 

-Cheryl still has like, zero friends, and she’s sad. 

-Like, the gang occasionally takes pity on her.

-Poor Cheryl. 

-Poor Jughead.

-They don’t hang out at Pop’s, they hang out in the Kitchens or the Three Broomsticks.

[tomgilsenan]

Events during April 2017 at Uptown Bill's Coffee House: 1) Diego Davidenko playing at the coffee house (Now living in Los Angeles, he stopped while on a US tour). 2) Guests on a live television broadcast of Tom's Guitar Show. 3) Ukester Brown presenting a ukuele workshop on a Saturday afternoon. A concert followed. . 4) RiverRun organizers distributing runner packets. A pasta supper followed. 5) Newt Grundy performing at Open Mic. 6) Aly Jayne from Milwaukee singing at Uptown Bill's Live

[newt-grundy]

Dead man rippled his foreskin in folds dripple and corset for mid drift sepid, tight, tunicate to unglue my match stick.

Dime groove roll, tip the bucket of grey sauce, a move so bold, as to tell him to fuck off.

Hector the specter flew and drank necter, but Hector the lover never could muster the strength of another who fucks other specters whom resemble his mother.

I’m bitter edged ankle biter, I miss my smooth milk water. I played the role of father, my son is dead in the gutter.

[newt-grundy]

Every day I swallow barbed fingers like the memory of none. Her lips in shower steam graze the edges of my thumb. Forceps clip the surface of the bubbles on my tongue. And dying graces are easy pink bastard, empty gun.

I can’t go on another day, not another hallow, meaningless sprite to snap back my elbow. Nostalgic lullabies of her voice in my vicissitude, cast me out gone and over water shallow.

Love betrays.

Love destroys, hate creates. Inspired by the wire that hangs me by my feet. I want this sweet death to come and take me, back to the bottom of the forbidden creek.

Bloodied sand on my face, and dirt in the seams. Wound infected with ridicule, fest in the heat. Time the jest, grotesque, beaten and bloodied, lacking of the fluid to drain the cyst, brutalized. Earlobe sawn to bits like grits to the pits, I realize, the time is rest, her soft coconut breast,(now verbalize) while all the while broken and bathing in piss, she passes them to the spring, without even a glance.

Men tied down by tents and set ablaze, a mere couple blocks where you get your pastries glazed. Not an eyebrow raised for the murder of man without wealth. And you won’t see his face stickered on a Walmart shelf. Pan handlers, sulk back to camp pockets empty, stomachs reversing, children go hungry. DT’s in the morning, with nothing to vomit. Faces sunk in cartoonish, like Wallace and Gromit. Patches on track marks, begging on the sidewalk, ratted out by the cashier, cop tells em to get lost. Tryna get a smoke so they fuckin see straight, and find their way back before it’s much too late.

Pull the blinds on the lives that are soon to die. Unemployed dehumanized, value nullified. Take to the tracks to live by the spike, a fury to flee these thoughts of suicide.

Love betrays

Love destroys, hate creates. Inspired by the wire that hangs me by my feet. I want this sweet death to come and take me, back to the bottom of the forbidden creek.

[newt-grundy]

Sticky as the smudge on the bottom of the serpent. Her plastic excrement, ask my pointer for the whole story. Right lick, just beneath the nose, foiled myself lay back like trebuchet. I caught herself at the last second, reaching forth her hand would dampen. I lobbed to her chest, a wet napkin, and told her to not forsake the crevice. I front up eggnogs and omit weakness, because this women was my omen. My tales on desktop, arthritis creped, right to arms of men with horrid, faces beauty, yet distorted, spaces easy, lines contorted.

Walk like Ti-Chi, foot goes backward, favorite student, fucks Grundy bastard. Eye of the sky, light of the clouds, terror of the fountains, takes them in a vow. Holds my seed with grievance, condoms a cute orgasm. Said he was the opposing color, but what’s he say, when I ask him. I’ve heard he’s made his way to town, my name fell forth from his cracked lips. I want to crack his unjust crown, and lay him to bed, in concrete piss. I’ll thieve his bride, and march inside, storming with my boots of late. Hold his mouth just to the south, where I gape her ringed wraith. The ghost I fuck, I’ve made a muck, but she is mine for the take, and both will die I promise lies, to make amends with languish fate.

Two heads underwater, can’t exchange breath forever. My simple solutions are convoluted in execution. I’m brought forth to court, love grants suspicion. Caught pink handed, hateful infatuation. All things done in the name of closure, close a door on fruit flooring places. The summer rots your brain with braids twisted and angry in their own fusion. Children are naked in mud water, only fathers but yet drunk fathers. Boys alone, they say he’s a try hard, since he went and fed girl never after.

You’d be dead if wasn’t for me, bitch.

My hands on your back when you said, itch.

The sigil of man rise the hex, witch.

I could never hate but I’m jaded as fuck.

The flies drink the droplets that held to your cunt.

Wilberts alive, but he’s still a runt.

And now he craves, his vengeance trough buckets

[newt-grundy]

“Wave hands like Clouds” Written and Performed by Newt Grundy

[newt-grundy]

step aside chris

[newt-grundy]

Told his older brother that I wouldn’t kill him, because I had a dream my brother died.

He rubs her cum in my face and exlaims he’s the victor, but we both know this is a lie.

No one is winning or happy or fulfilled, when love built on death grants a death end.

I’m done beating my chest like an obtuse orangutan, no longer holding my breath for her letters

solomn I start, once again, all over, from the corroded plastic, archway maniacal

over, again, the attic, on your stomach, delusion, reversion, flexing pink stoma.

selfless as one who mimics the week, plucks the worms from their mouth and drops them to muzz.

selfish I am to think I’ll be seen, my story heard by the souce, antagonist.

all tiny, all triggered, punk pixie haircuts, music that’s loud, without any substance

roll with the punches and eat with the mutts, leaking out teeth and clenching our guts

a hell of scream, through the night, they all heard

so do not pretend, you were told by a bird.

I got my stick, and with a second my shot, sent her eyes to top of her jellyfish head.

drooling on shit and wetting the bed, pissed on the dog latched of my rosary.

the rod erking wind, swell the sores of the tounge,

shot a lion was lazy, tore the ropes of the plum 

fervor with silence, panting for daddy

She is a cruel women, and now it is done.

[newt-grundy]

Untitled, 2012, Newt Grundy

ink, and Graphite

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