Revolving Doors
Guten Abend, Bonsoir, Good Evening, hello, welcome to the Hockey Hunk! \*giggle\* My, my, I should've left my cursed beret on...it makes me have strange vocal bursts...but that did not stop me from writing a bursting chapter...
a dream about revenge
I pulled a massive revolver from thin air! (btw, i don't own a revolver irl) and just shot until i herd only the click from the firing-pin, meaning it was empty...
Guns of Legend: Chapter Three
Chapter Three The sun was high in the sky when Adlis worked up her courage enough to seek Kulgan out again. For four miserable hours she and Za had sat in the shade of the carriage that had brought there, and it soon became obvious to her why so few...
Guns of Legend: Chapter Two
Chapter Two "Are you absolutely sure about this, Adlis?" Za asked, his voice muffled by his ornately decorated mask. He stood stiffly, his thick black coat moving slightly in the dry, hot breeze. He flexed his right hand in agitation, the glove that...
The Human Species Ch. 62 - Selfish Gunslinger Silver
However, as the revolver shook with the force of a hundred stampeding tauros and the loud bang sounded again, lucario's head immediately jerked downwards as a reflex, both his ears twitching violently.
The Human Species Ch. 63 - Supportive Flora Celebi
Thinking back to what silver had said, he wondered if revolvers really were that different from guns.
Seal On A Revolving Carousel
Seal on a revolving carousel
She's Such A Tease - Revolving Door Pt. 7
Arabelle sat up awkwardly on the bed, this chastity belt was uncomfortable as hell. She silently cursed Ryan for putting her in this position... She knew what he wanted her to do. She tugged lightly at her chain, they were fastened firmly and there...
[CANCELED] 'The One Among Us'
Carefully examining the apartment, my gaze fell on a revolver and a few bullet casings. crouching down, i picked up one and examined it. "32' caliber" i carefully set down the shell and pick up the revolver. opening the chamber, i frown.
Seth's Death
His paws were resting within the pockets of his black jacket, the curved grips of his revolvers within easy reach should he need to draw them.
Monday Morning Rail
The first was that he was back upon his feet, revolver drawn and cocked. the second was a high-pitched wail of surprise, uttered by the erstwhile solitary inhabitant of the private car. his revolver, mcallister perceived, was trained on her.
Starfox Alternative: One and Nineteen More
And of course, his revolver. the room itself showed little sign of recent use.