Hell yeah, that's my kind of thinkin'.
Posts by Gideon Cole
ᥕhᥲt ιs stroᥒgᥱr thᥲᥒ thᥱ hᥙmᥲᥒ hᥱᥲrt, thᥲt shᥲttᥱrs ovᥱr ᥲᥒd ovᥱr ᥲᥒd stιᥣᥣ ᥣιvᥱs?
ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ
ᴀsᴛᴀʏɴᴇ
𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗋𝗉 | 𝗈𝖼 | 𝗆𝖽𝗇𝗂
HOOTSIE. How's my favorite niece??
[His tongue is between his teeth, clearly very focused....]
Quit twitchin', I'm almost done...
[Trying to draw @kremylecroux.bsky.social like one of his French pixies--.]
THEY DID WHAT???
... Not that I wouldn't kiss Frost.
If he asked nicely.
Listen. I like Frost just fine.
But these lips of mine are for Kremy.
Ironically.
// Haven't been listening/watching at all since like. Christmas or so because my mental health is always stupid, BUT I think I feel a return coming. I'll probably be around more once I start listening again.
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“ Never again shall we submit. “
Seyren Mercar | “Owl Eyes” | Rook
#darp #dairp #mvrp #dndrp #bg3rp
ᅠ ♡ + ⟳ ?
Ironic ring...
Heh.... My husband.
Does have a nice ring to it...
[Gideon ducks down to give his husband a smirking kiss, pleased and endeared.]
Very lucky. My good looks have gotten me outta a lotta trouble... Heh.
Heh. Sorry. To be fair, I didn't *mean* ta kill him.... I just punched him really hard in his body.
Hmmm~~~? [Gideon steps in closer.] That's not what you were sayin' last night~~~~.
CHUCKLES???
Lucky you, he's already dead.
Well, if that's how ya feel about him, tell me his name! I've... met a lot a clowns.
[A grin.]
OHhHh I see what's going on...
[Now his muscles flex and jump, knowing he's being admired~.]
Couldn't get my shirt sweaty, now could I....?
....What? Do I got somethin' on my face?
Man.... I don't get it...
Does that mean... You're dead? Undead??
THERE'S A DIFFERENCE?
Alright, then... [He sets the axe down, and dabs at his brown with the shirt he threw aside.]
We should be all set to keep nice and warm, now. Heh. Not that *I* have that problem...
NOT ANOTHER CLOWN
tikvin on tumblr
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ💔🃏💔
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ#MVRP #DNDRP #FANTASYRP #LEGENDSOFAVANTRISRP #ONCEUPONAWITCHLIGHTRP
ㅤㅤ"ALL EYES ON ME!"
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ💔🃏💔
Think we need more firewood? [Wiping his brow, bicep rippling as he holds an axe over his shoulder.]
Huh? What?? [Glistening~.]
[Off with his shirt. Sweaty. Heh.]
[Splitting logs]
Never you mind, you beautiful genius.