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goodtwunk · 1 year
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ladykeyleth · 3 months
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Of all the things you were gonna pull out of your pocket, that was so low on my list of possibilities.
Bonus: Marisha's reaction to Imogen because it's too cute
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kiitoskiitos · 6 months
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new dream. (original)
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dollthighsofficial · 22 days
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faviconuploader · 28 days
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stamp dump 7 ୭
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moeskine · 3 months
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🍅🏳️‍🌈👁️❓
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ozal · 4 months
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the-holy-ghosted · 7 months
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and then he didnt
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cthulhusstepmom · 6 months
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It's dark in the cellar, has been since they were tossed down here however many days ago. Hard to tell time without regular meals. Completely windowless, there's no place to spend his usual half hour basking under the sun. It had been a matter of hours before his coldblooded body had started to slow in the cool subterranean temperatures. He'd tried to keep it to himself, deal with it quietly, but there's no way to hide it from Gid, steadfast loyal Gid. Kremy had found his sluggish form gathered unceremoniously close to the living furnace that is his right hand man.
The heat may have stabilized his body temperature but it would do nothing to improve his mood(well maybe just a little bit it's hard to be too miserable when you're so nice and warm no matter the dire circumstances). Gideon took care of light well enough too, illuminating a circle around them with dancing warm firelight, though that was extinguished as soon as Kremy saw it start to waver and flicker, can't allow his partner in crime to burn himself out now can he? And so they sit in an almost peaceful silence, have done for who knows how long.
"Y'know it's not the worst bind we've gotten ourselves into. The gang will be along soon enough to bust down the door." Gid pauses in thought. "Probably not Twigsy. Or Frosty. Or Gricko unless he's a beasty. Probably down to Torbek to do the door busting come to think of it."
Kremy grunts noncommittally.
"Ah don't be like that, can't be worse than the time we had to climb out of the window of that inn."
"The snake oil heist on the western bank?"
"Nah the one with the innkeepers daughter, Felicity? Franny?"
He remembers that particular scrap well, if only because of the god awful wig.
"Felicia. How that veil covered my snout I will never rightly know."
Gideon snorts.
"Oh yeah. Sure would've been nice to know Gricko was an ordained minister before hand but it's not the first time we've been married."
Kremy hums. "Can't say it's the worst contract I've signed."
The warm body next to him rolls with deep, hearty laughter. The room goes silent for another spell before Kremy sighs.
"I dunno Gid, you ever get the feeling that we've taken it too far? Finally poked the bear that's gonna rip our throats out?"
"Nah man, I know you'll get us out of anything 'fore it gets too serious. Even if we end up knee deep in Fae tomfoolery. And I'll punch any bear that tries to bite us square in the body till it dies, no problemo." He pauses. "I trust you Kremy Lecroux."
That knocks the speech right off of his tongue.
Trust.
On a conceptual level he got that there was some form of reliance between the two of them, and sure some trust if you had to put a non-ironic label on it. He knows that Gideon cares for him, has stated it on many occasions in many different ways. And if you had to be so crass as to put it into words, of course he cares for Gid too, wouldn't have bothered keeping him around this long if he hadn't(lord knows the food bill would be enough to sway his opinion if he wasn't entirely too attached by now).
But trust?
Trusting Kremy Lecroux is a bad idea on any number of levels. He's a cheat by profession and a liar by lifestyle. Hell he's sold the souls of those around him in exchange for power more than once. There's nothing worth trusting in him, he's a coldblooded criminal and he's never gonna change, not for anybody. And here Gid is announcing it with his full chest. It's one of those things that's so endearing about him, he never holds back; Gideon Coal has never made a promise he doesn't fully mean. But since he's a man of contracts and business dealings he at least wants to give him a fair shot, a head start, a warning to keep that fiery heart close.
"You sure about that Gid? Those kinds of words have a power to em you know that."
"100% man, I'll follow you to the end of the world."
Kremy struggles to get air into his lungs, it takes a minute, two. When he finally gets enough to speak, it's frustrated and tinged with melancholy.
"Well I'll gladly let you do just that, if we ever get out of this fucking place."
"Hey." Kremy offers no response. "C'mon man don't be that way, the crew are all out there figuring their way in as we speak, fact I can smell the Torbek already."
He says nothing.
"I know what'll cheer you up."
A large, warm hand cups the bottom of his snout, gently directing his face up and to the side. Before he can think to protest, his eyes are drawn to the sudden lick of flame dancing on the tip of Gideon's finger. Not unlike when he lights cigarettes for him, except now he's pressing the pad of the digit to a small twig from the rocky floor until it smolders dully. Blowing on it, Gideon brings the small stick towards his face. It's warm but not uncomfortably so (he'd never had a doubt in his mind that Gid would hurt him). Carefully, precisely, with hands steady from working on the delicate innards of machines he can't begin to comprehend, Gideon draws the ashen tip of the stick across his upper lip in two swooping lines.
"There you already look more like yourself!" He proclaims proudly.
And god if he can't help the smile that breaks across his face.
"You're a crazy son of a bitch Gideon Coal, you know that?"
"Been told once or twice." he chuckles.
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ripleytv · 16 days
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ashes2caches · 9 months
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Taylor Swift IS NOT “Gay Culture”
Jeremy Elbertson IS “Gay Culture”
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blizzb3ar · 1 year
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Hey gamer, you staying hydrated?
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size11heaven · 2 months
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This guy streams on twitch with his feet in the camera I'm obsessed
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novalys · 8 months
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THE CUNTY CROP TOP⁉️⁉️⁉️
AND I NEED THAT JACKET AS MERCH OML
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queerism1969 · 8 months
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