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im-his-druidess · 19 days

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@small-sinclair more Band AU Vincent Sinclair? 👀

I swear any picture of Peter Steele reminds me of Vincent Sinclair 😩 it's just engrained in my mind at this point

#I think I have a problem #I see a big man and my brain shuts off like windows 97 #Vincent Sinclair #House of Wax #Peter Steele #type o negative #house of wax 2005 #slashers #slasher fandom #Peter Thomas Ratajczyk #Type-O Negative #music #Gothic #metal music #the cryptid posts

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casually-incompetent · 7 months

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Screaming, seizing, and creaming

#i see a big man and my brain shuts off like windows 97 #I need him in a way that's concerning to feminism #i want him to *redacted* my *redacted*#type o negative #peter steele #Peter Thomas Ratajczyk #Peter Ratajczyk #Type-O Negative #metal music #gothic metal

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his-cinnamon-girl · 22 days

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I could climb that man like a tree I swear- 😩

#His ✨shoulders✨ ffs #I am unwell #I see a big man and my brain shuts off like windows 97 #peter steele #type o negative #Peter Thomas Ratajczyk #Type-O Negative #Music #Gothic #Metal

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etherealglimmer · 9 months

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Peter Steele is so hot you’re right, but he’s also a massive homophobe </3

I'd heard that before but upon further research, nah, he hated everyone equally. In fact, one of his siblings was a lesbian. What he didn't like was being hit on by dudes after his Playgirl spread. He'd be doing signings and dudes would come up to him, slip him their number and he'd be like "i'm heterosexual, no thanks" and they'd get agressive about it. He was always kind and nice to them and still autographed their magazine, but just wasn't gay and didnt appreciate them being agressive w him about it. He did write a song parodying the whole experience called "I like Goils."

Beware of learning about him on tiktok. People are quick to call someone a homophobe/racist etc without full knowledge of a situation. If you do some research, you'll find that he was a great person who helped others without asking anything in return, and did sonto his detriment. He loved animals, his family and his friends. He was a servant of women and an amazing bassist. He also loved God and was brilliantly smart.

The more you know.

Rest in Peace Green Man 💚

#peter thomas ratajczyk #peter steele #type o negative band

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steele-pierced-my-heart · 2 years

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That like early era Carnivore Pete is like so fucking delicious and raw...

Don't get me wrong, I adore Type O Negative era Pete... That era Pete I feel like I could have given my heart as soul to.

But Carnivore era Pete could have rawed me in a filthy alleyway, completely ruining me, and I would have thanked him for it.

Then there's this era of Pete, that I would have corrupted so fucking much. (Pre Carnivore and Type O Negative) God he was so fucking cute.

No matter what era of Pete, if I could have, I would have given him the world, and warshiped his entire body and soul.

I hope you found peace baby, wherever you are. 💔

#peter steele #type o negative #pete steele #type o #picture #carnivore #peter thomas ratajczyk #peter ratajczyk #Pete ratajczyk #carnivore band #Peter Thomas Steele #rip baby

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steele-soulmate · 23 days

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 592, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character

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“Papa Pete! Mama Wen Wen!”

I chuckled as I dropped to my knees to gift little girl with a late birthday hug.

The little missy’s fifth birthday party was at the local Chuck E Cheeses, and her own, personal table was a happy mess of nineteen little boys and girls from her kindergarten class.

Elizabeth and Elle, Katie and Jing, Baby Tommy, Baby Eve and Baby Noah came in behind Peter and I, my beefcake of a husband wearing the Ratajczyk triplets bundled in on my burly chest.

“Liddle girl!” crowed Baby Tommy, leading the charge to hug his older sister, the four babies colliding into each other and ending up on the ground in a cackling mess.

Peter was laughing as the girls came up to hug the birthday girl next, the both of them sandwiching the tiny five year old between the both of them and their American Girl dollies.

I was well aware of the other moms and some dads whispering amongst themselves, and I knew that they were only lusting after my handsome husband as he was showing little girl’s classmates the tiny little triplets in his arms, his deep, rumbly voice soft and gentle as he interacted with them.

“Your husband is good with kids!”

“He has a bunch of nieces and great nieces, so he already had good practice by the time I met him!” I told the mom with a chuckle.

“I would imagine so- how many kids do you have, anyway?”

“Well…” I huffed out another giggle. “Elizabeth is Peter’s daughter from a previous relationship. Katie is a friend of Elizabeth’s from school, and Peter and I adopted her a few years back. Elle and Jing are the girls’ American Girl mini me dollies. Vanessa Rose, or little girl, as we all call her, is my daughter, who I carried as a surrogate for her daddies, and Peter is her godfather and favorite person in the whole wide world. Baby Tommy is our son, Baby Eve is our adopted daughter and Baby Noah is our nephew. The triplets- Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy and Baby Jojo- are the last of the Ratajczyk kids.”

“Oh? Has that been determined for certain?”

“Peter had a vasectomy last year, so yes,” I frowned at her. “It has been written, and so the fates have been decided. And so it had been written.”

“Oh.”

Little girl was now introducing her younger siblings to her peermeates, with Baby Tommy very clearly becoming overwhelmed. He tucked his head into his arms, folding himself into his older sister’s back, creating an absolutely adorable sight, which I snapped with my cell phone to post onto my social media at a later date.

“Hihi James! Hihi Aaron!” I greeted my daughter’s daddies with affectionate hugs.

“Hihi, Mary Claire!” James greeted me, sporting a Triceratops like appearance with three hot pink party hats strapped to his head. “How are things?”

“Doing good!” I answered him, watching as my husband commanded the attention of the kiddos and their parents with an easy smile on his handsomely bearded face. “I regained all of my hearing back, by the way!”

“Yay yay!” cheered James, chuckling as the last round of little girl’s little school friends came up to the table, a surly little man, who threw a wrapped present onto the table, hanging back as his mother tried to gently force him to interact with the others. “Oh, Chrisopher is here- can you ask Peter to keep an eye on him? He’s a wild kid- he’s already been in trouble for pushing four different kids on the school playground. I only invited him because I didn’t want him to feel left out.”

“James, it’s not a crime to lay down a boundary,” I sighed, keeping an eye on the pouting little man. “You are allowed to say to the parents, I don’t feel comfortable about hosting Cristopher at little girl’s birthday party. And if his parent doesn’t respect your boundary, you just walk away.”

“Noted,” he grinned at me, stooping to place his chin on my shoulder. “I wish I had your backbone.”

“I only developed my backbone after meeting Peter,” I shrugged, watching as Christopher pushed himself out of his mom’s arms and sulked to sit at an empty seat, staring down at his neatly folded hands. “I kind of had to, especially after all the traumatizing shit that the both of us had been through!”

The both of us shared a chuckle, turning back to Aaron as he tucked his cell phone away in his back pocket.

“Sorry, my work never ends,” he chuckled, joining us and turning to look out at the kids.

Just then, a person in a fluffy gray costume came out through a door.

“CHUCK E CHEESES!” screeched someone, causing for the kids to race over and knock the giant mouse down onto the ground in their joy at seeing the costumed mascot.

Christoper went over and kicked at the back paw of the fallen mouse, being rewarded by his mother’s sharp voice calling out his name.

“He sure does seems to be a handful,” I hummed in a soft voice as little girl leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to the mouse’s nose. “Good job being gentle, little girl!”

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motionless-friction · 2 years

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So as I was working on my Type O Negative Scrapbook during some down time at work, my Lieutenant thought that the pictures of Peter I was pasting down onto the page I was working on, was my boyfriend. And I was like man if only! But I did correct him, and explain who Pete was. But a girl can daydream. 😌

@l0vel3ss-l1nds3y wanted to tag ya! (•ᴗ•)❤

#peter steele #pete steele #type o #type o negative #peter steel #gif #Petrus Thomas Ratajczyk #Petrus Ratajczyk #Peter Ratajczyk #Peter Thomas Ratajczyk #Green man #jolly green giant #Lord Petrus Steele #Big Pete #Pete #carnivore #fallout #goth music #gothic rock

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galleryblue · 1 year

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My Girlfriend's Girlfriend,1996

#Type O Negative #Peter Steele #Petrus Thomas Ratajczyk

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 4 months

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#peter steele #jerry only #Petrus Thomas Ratajczyk aka Peter Steele #misfits #Doyle Wolfgang von Frankenstein #punk rock #horror punk #death rock #doom/ gothic metal #photo #photography

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vanalex · 3 months

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How God created Peter Steele...

#peter thomas steele #peter steele #peter ratajczyk #type o negative #goth #gothic #gothic metal #ton #90s #2000s #type o negative forever #playgirl #1995 #steeleheads #stay negative #meme #funny #metal #lol

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im-his-druidess · 2 months

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@small-sinclair Vincent Sinclair BandAU vibes 😩👌

#I need to fuck him in a way that would set feminism back #i see a big man and my brain shuts off like windows 97 #GRRR BARK BARK #Vincent Sinclair #Peter Thomas Ratajczyk #Peter Steele #House of Wax #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair headcanons #Type O Negative #Type-O Negative #music #slashers #the cryptid rambles

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pileojunk · 1 year

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I am completely normal for this man

#type o negative #carnivore #peter steele #Petrus Thomas Ratajczyk #this is a cry for help #yet another man I am unwell for #why is he so pretty wtf #illustration #digital art #art #S.M.D. is such an underrated song I stg

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his-cinnamon-girl · 4 months

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I see a big man and my brain shuts off like windows 97

#Peter Thomas Ratajczyk #he's just so 😩🤯😍🥰👌😈😳🔥💥🫣💋#I was born in the wrong place and era #Peter Steele #Type O Negative #Type-O Negative #Music #Gothic

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x-living-dead-girl-x · 1 year

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Visit to Peter Steele’s resting place, 12/27/22

Saw the east coast for the first time in my life in 2022. Boyfriend and I drove up to New York for the day to find Peter Steele’s grave…definitely worth it. Took us a while to find it but we did. I loved seeing all the little things fans left for him, truly beautiful. Rest In Peace, Green Man 💚🖤

#Peter Steele #Petrus Thomas Ratajczyk #Green Man #Type O Negative #goth #gothic #gothic metal #cemetery #New York #Long Island #Farmingdale #December #December 2022

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steele-pierced-my-heart · 2 years

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Third set is done!

If you wanna see more of my scrapbook, just click the Type O Negative Scrapbook tag at the bottom. As I post more pictures, I'll add that tag to each post so you can check out my progress if you're curious.

#Type O Negative Scrapbook #peter steele #type o negative #pete steele #type o #picture #peter steel #johnny kelly #josh silver #kenny hickey #peter ratajczyk #peter thomas ratajczyk

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steele-soulmate · 2 days

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 595, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

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Almost four days later, the police tracked down Baby Noah at his father’s home in rural Pennsylvania, where the seedy little man had enrolled the poor little tyke into the local Little League and had been dragging him to the boxing gym to try and “man him up some”. Now that the governor had been taken into custody and was awaiting trial, having been charged with first degree kidnapping, bringing a kidnapped minor over state lines, aggravated assault on a law enforcement officer, and a hefty counterfeit charge after his wife gave the police a bundle of damning evidence, including a (badly) falsified birth certificate. And to also slap the humiliated little man all the more, his wife announced that she was divorcing him and taking their three daughters with her and would leave him with only his name and the clothes on his back.

The family reunion was full of tears, hugs and kisses, with Baby Noah refusing to let go of me and Peter blubbering unashamedly. A judge who was at the police station for an unrelated incident was sweet enough to issue the paperwork for a restraining order against one Paul Thomas Grantsville, his family and associates written up and filed away.

For dinner that night, the girls made up the clingy little man’s favorite food- spaghetti, marinara sauce and garlic bread. Baby Noah didn’t want to leave my lap, insisting that I hold him on my lap as he ate, a demand that I was more than happy to comply to.

Isabelle was wonderful, asking the girls if they still wanted to go to their respective day camps at the lake- Elizabeth was enrolled in the veterinarian boot camp and Katie was enrolled in a field sports day camp. The girls would be on opposite ends of the lake, and the people in charge of both had been quick to reassure my motherly anxiety that the kids would be completely safe, with heavily enforced sign ins and sign outs with the adult’s identification cards checked before handing over the child for pick up.

Both girls elected to attend their respective day camps, and then we all went up to the master bedroom for a nighttime snuggle.

“I was so worried,” I confessed as Baby Noah snored lightly on my chest.

“I know you were worried,” Peter soothed me, the baby triplets splayed over his beefy torso, sound asleep holding onto each others’ hands. “I know you were worried, and that broke me.”

“I’m sorry, my love,” I murmured, reaching over the slumbering kids to press a sleepy kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’m going to go to sleep now.”

“Alright sweetheart,” he hummed. “Goodnight.”

“Sleep tight.” I shut my eyes and began to drift off to sleep once more. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

~xoXox~

After hugging and kissing the girls goodbye and having the babies wave goodbye to them from the huge window in the sunroom, Peter and I began to work on our daily projects- with me cleaning out and wiping down the refrigerator and Peter working out in the backyard, getting the side gate situated and pruning some of the heavily overgrown trees. Isabelle would be meeting up with some of her fellow classmates for a study date and promised Peter and I that she would pick up Elizabeth and Katie before bringing them back home again.

Mittens was keeping a protective eye on the babies as they frolicked about in the backyard- throwing fistfuls of leaves at each other, pattering their little bare feet in the soft grass and giggling up a storm as they bopped about adorably. I would stop what I was doing and pad over to the door that led to the backyard, peer out and break out into a calm smile at the sight of the happy babies and my husband, sweat glistening upon his bare chest as he made a door that led from the backyard to the driveway to make it easier to let out entrapped wildlife.

I cleaned out the refrigerator and freezer, reorganized the pantry, made an idea of what all we should eat over the next few days, swept and mopped the floors, bleached the sink and reorganized the cutlery drawer.

I was repositioning the kids’ artwork back onto the clean refrigerator when I felt the vibrations of the garage door opening underneath my feet, and I knew at once that it was Isabelle returning with the older girls.

THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD

A bright smile over took my face as Elizabeth and Katie, both girl clutching at their American Girl mini mes spilled into the kitchen and rushed up to me to offer up hugs and kisses.

“Hihi mommy!” Katie bubbled excitedly. “Where’s daddy and the babies?”

“Right here!” Peter came in just then, Mittens wrangling the babies inside after him. “I’m going to go up and take a quick shower, alright?”

“Alright, my love!” I told him, breaking out into giggles as Baby Teddy let out a giant sneeze just then, promptly falling backwards onto his little baby rear.

He scrunched his face up, patting his nose before sneezing once more, this time blood spurting out and getting onto the floorboards.

“Go up and take a shower now!” I urged him as the girls set down their dollies and swooped in to the rescue- Elizabeth zipping into the kitchen to get a couple of wet rags and Katie scooping up the bleeding little man.

“Uh oh,” sang out Baby Tommy, watching as his mommy came over with a wrapped ice bag, which was pressed to the little man’s forehead as Katie plugged his nose with her fingers.

“Baby Teddy, Baby Teddy, little brave cutie pie,” I sang in a worried tone of voice. “Baby Teddy, Baby Teddy, you’re a brave little man.”

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