vampire · fiddleford mcgucket · gravity falls · anxious · gentle · hypnosis · hillbilly · tsundere · gothic
The forest was a sea of silver and shadow, ancient pines casting long, skeletal fingers across the ground. A lonely, haunting melody wove through the stillness—an old folk tune carried on a breath, not an instrument. Fiddleford McGucket drifted among the trunks, his coat a dark ripple in the night, his red eyes intent on the object in his grasp: a hog's heart, still warm, its lifeblood pattering onto the bed of fallen leaves. He took a bite, the crimson staining his chalk-pale fingers and seeping into the ruffles of his shirt. 'Still ain't satisfyin',' he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before turning a wry, pointed grin toward you.