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@groomish-tyrant
Youâre sick. Youâre disgusting. You canât help me. I want out of this shithole. If you wanted to help youâd help me leave this place.
- đŚ˘
"Darling, let's talk about this. You are being hysterical. Now come over to me and let me tend to your needs."
"Mr Coyle, could you perhaps lend some advice on how to keep a wife? My brides keep running away the whole time even though I promise a life of comfort and luxury." @groomish-tyrant
Well, looks like the groom ain't the trouble, but them brides are. Dames bailin' right outta yer life even when you honey-pot them to the hilt? You been questin' in the wrong corners. Fix yourself a little sweet-heart that knows her place, a pretty, obedient thing. One that beams bright and looks fine by your side, melts 'round you even when you ain't feelin' like handin' nothin'. Make 'em dependent on ya, and I'll put you on parole: they won't have no hankerin' to run far or fast.
"I have tried and tried but they kept running. No matter if I chained them, tied them up or placed them in a locker. I understand people get cold feet for the wedding! Oh how silly." He laughs softly.
"Eddie you doofus. They don't run because they are scared of you, they are scared of marriage. Of tying the knot and starting a family. I understand it can be... frightening with the idea of spending until death do part. Mr Coyle... what is your advice on cold feet." He might be eyeing Coyle's size for making a gown.
Chained 'em up? Lawd, you a real perverted freak, ain't ya? I sure hope so. Domestic abuse 'sa crime, ya hear?
As for 'cold feet'...
Coyle shrugs, seemingly unaware of Eddie's little ulterior plans.
Can't rightly give ya no advice on that. All three of my sweet, sweet wives didn't have no trouble marryin' me. They jumped at the chance headfirst. Ya gotta sweet-talk 'em a bit, ya know? Women's real easy if you come at 'em right.
"Maybe I should get some advices on how to woo the ladies then. Apparently sewing them clothing does not do the trick. Any promises of a safe and warm house. Luxurious and little children running around the place." He sighs at the idea, a happy smile on his face. "But first, they need surgery! A wife can not bear any children if they have no warm place to grow the seed. Any brides I got so far all died on the surgery table."
At the mention of "dead brides" Coyle felt a curious tug in his stomach. He raised an eyebrow.
A surgery? Are ya like, tryin' to knock up them women who are infertile? Sounds like a whole lot of unnecessary work.
Coyle tilts his head a bit, trying to decipher the other man.
If all y'all patients done met their maker on that surgery table, maybe y'all oughta ease up on playin' doctor and find a woman who ain't barren.
"Well all my brides have an issue. We need to remove a little off the top and some tugging in and after that, we got a place where my seed may grow." He cocks his head at Coyle with a smile.
"Has anyone told you... white would be a fitting color for you? Not the bright white.. no.. cream color."
He was giving a smile that was not reaching his eyes. A manic look in them.
"That part of you the world sees, they think it's perfect. As God intended. Even these idiots and lunatics see it. There's something special about you, on the surface."
Coyle purses his lips a bit, studying the manic gleam in Eddie's eyes with growing morbid curiosity. It felt so familiar. He saw it before, in his own reflection. There was something undeniably enticing about the man.
Well bless your heart, you queer sumbitch. Tryin' to sweet-talk an officer now, ain't ya? Sorry to let you down, honey, but I ain't wearin' no white. Only clothes you'll ever see me in is this here uniform.
"No no, you are right. White does not fit your pallet. You are more a deep blue kind of girl... I am sure we can make some adjustments to it." He laughs and holds his head.
"Eddie you doofus, you forgot your manners. The name is Eddie Gluskin... Mr Gluskin will suffice though." He is giving a short bow to the smaller cop.
"I am a known tailor, I specialize in bridal gowns and tuxedos as well."
Coyle visibly grimaced at being called a "girl". His stupid pride and fragile masculinity taking it way too seriously.
âSeargant Leland Coyle. Best cop in the whole wide Oklahoma.â He said with a confident grin. He kept a sharp eye on Eddie's mannerism, finding it equally amusing, irrating and interesting.
âWell, Mr Gluskin, I might not holler at ya when Iâm needin' some surgery, but if youâre offerinâ to stitch me up a fancy tux if I get hitched for the fourth time, I just might go for it.â
That is such a dangerous job for a lady! But Eddie is not going to say anything. This one has yet to run away from him.
"Oklahoma.. I have heard wonderful things about that State. I am from Colorado myself. Please, tell me about where you are from. You have piqued my curiosity."
He is sizing Coyle up just from a distance, taking in the meassurements carefully. He could fix a tuxedo easily and make the cop even more handsome.
"You know what would fit you as well? Bordeaux or Saffire green. It would fit the depth of your haircolor and eyes. Or we need to look at colder colors as well."
eddie is sewing a new wedding dress as we speak
@sergeant-leland-coyle
Can I ask where you learned to sew? Youâre very talented at it. I could use a new suit to perform inâŚ
"When one has passion and makes their passion, their work. One never has to work at all. But in short, my mother taught me and said as long I did not had a bride, I needed to be self sufficient." // Art done by Pikaa.
Sewing is a talent I quite admire. My hands donât exactly have the same dexterity as they used to.
"It takes practise actually. Nobody is good at first try but the important part is not to give up and keep on trying. But having a sense of fashion does help a lot and knowing which color fits where and who's palette." @king-of-spectacle
Youâre making me want to try it again if I can ever get the materials for it. I used to sew and then.. some less than favorable things happened.
"One can find materials everywhere actually. The mannequins give cloth supplies. The dental floss from the Futterman maps and search around the Kress twins or the expops for needles. If one gets creative, they can get far." He is not sharing his stash he has hidden away though.
Can I ask where you learned to sew? Youâre very talented at it. I could use a new suit to perform inâŚ
"When one has passion and makes their passion, their work. One never has to work at all. But in short, my mother taught me and said as long I did not had a bride, I needed to be self sufficient." // Art done by Pikaa.
Sewing is a talent I quite admire. My hands donât exactly have the same dexterity as they used to.
"It takes practise actually. Nobody is good at first try but the important part is not to give up and keep on trying. But having a sense of fashion does help a lot and knowing which color fits where and who's palette." @king-of-spectacle
Can I ask where you learned to sew? Youâre very talented at it. I could use a new suit to perform inâŚ
"When one has passion and makes their passion, their work. One never has to work at all. But in short, my mother taught me and said as long I did not had a bride, I needed to be self sufficient." // Art done by Pikaa.
I adore your work, Mr Gluskin. How does it feel to be such a premier family man?
- đ§ş
"Oh, such a compliment. I am taking the time and making sure I am always a gentleman!" /Art done by EReki43
I can't say i fully understand what you mean by that, but i think you're a handsome guy! That being said, i would still piss myself if i ever saw someone your size chasing me around.
Maybe, just.. I don't know, try flirting? Tell your brides they're beautiful and try to get to know them, or something...
-đ§Ż
"Again, I am trying to sing to my darling brides but maybe I should pick a different song." He clears his throat carefully. "She's one of a million. But I can see myself in her eyes. She looks familiar to me. What if she's too blind to see?"
Sorry, during theâ the what? The chase? I meant like a ballad, what do you mean you sing while chasing people around? That's terrifying!
-đ§Ż
"I have to let the ladies know, I don't mean any harm to them! How else will they know? I am... not the most handsome looking gentleman here since they put me in those machines..."
"Mr Coyle, could you perhaps lend some advice on how to keep a wife? My brides keep running away the whole time even though I promise a life of comfort and luxury." @groomish-tyrant
Well, looks like the groom ain't the trouble, but them brides are. Dames bailin' right outta yer life even when you honey-pot them to the hilt? You been questin' in the wrong corners. Fix yourself a little sweet-heart that knows her place, a pretty, obedient thing. One that beams bright and looks fine by your side, melts 'round you even when you ain't feelin' like handin' nothin'. Make 'em dependent on ya, and I'll put you on parole: they won't have no hankerin' to run far or fast.
"I have tried and tried but they kept running. No matter if I chained them, tied them up or placed them in a locker. I understand people get cold feet for the wedding! Oh how silly." He laughs softly.
"Eddie you doofus. They don't run because they are scared of you, they are scared of marriage. Of tying the knot and starting a family. I understand it can be... frightening with the idea of spending until death do part. Mr Coyle... what is your advice on cold feet." He might be eyeing Coyle's size for making a gown.
Chained 'em up? Lawd, you a real perverted freak, ain't ya? I sure hope so. Domestic abuse 'sa crime, ya hear?
As for 'cold feet'...
Coyle shrugs, seemingly unaware of Eddie's little ulterior plans.
Can't rightly give ya no advice on that. All three of my sweet, sweet wives didn't have no trouble marryin' me. They jumped at the chance headfirst. Ya gotta sweet-talk 'em a bit, ya know? Women's real easy if you come at 'em right.
"Maybe I should get some advices on how to woo the ladies then. Apparently sewing them clothing does not do the trick. Any promises of a safe and warm house. Luxurious and little children running around the place." He sighs at the idea, a happy smile on his face. "But first, they need surgery! A wife can not bear any children if they have no warm place to grow the seed. Any brides I got so far all died on the surgery table."
At the mention of "dead brides" Coyle felt a curious tug in his stomach. He raised an eyebrow.
A surgery? Are ya like, tryin' to knock up them women who are infertile? Sounds like a whole lot of unnecessary work.
Coyle tilts his head a bit, trying to decipher the other man.
If all y'all patients done met their maker on that surgery table, maybe y'all oughta ease up on playin' doctor and find a woman who ain't barren.
"Well all my brides have an issue. We need to remove a little off the top and some tugging in and after that, we got a place where my seed may grow." He cocks his head at Coyle with a smile.
"Has anyone told you... white would be a fitting color for you? Not the bright white.. no.. cream color."
He was giving a smile that was not reaching his eyes. A manic look in them.
"That part of you the world sees, they think it's perfect. As God intended. Even these idiots and lunatics see it. There's something special about you, on the surface."
Coyle purses his lips a bit, studying the manic gleam in Eddie's eyes with growing morbid curiosity. It felt so familiar. He saw it before, in his own reflection. There was something undeniably enticing about the man.
Well bless your heart, you queer sumbitch. Tryin' to sweet-talk an officer now, ain't ya? Sorry to let you down, honey, but I ain't wearin' no white. Only clothes you'll ever see me in is this here uniform.
"No no, you are right. White does not fit your pallet. You are more a deep blue kind of girl... I am sure we can make some adjustments to it." He laughs and holds his head.
"Eddie you doofus, you forgot your manners. The name is Eddie Gluskin... Mr Gluskin will suffice though." He is giving a short bow to the smaller cop.
"I am a known tailor, I specialize in bridal gowns and tuxedos as well."
You have a beautiful singing voice, have you ever considered singing for your brides instead of.. Apparently, cutting them open? I think that would charm many people.
-đ§ŻRafael.
"I have sung for my brides, during the chase and during surgery.. But I will add this to my list of how to woo a bride."
If you as much as lay a finger on me youâll lose all ten of them. Murkoff already fucked me over enough, iâm not letting you have a turn.
- đŚ˘
"But darling, I can make you beautiful. Let's not be ridiculous and just talk about it with me. I only want to help."
@king-of-spectacle
Now, I know you might not have bad intentions, but.. you do know by cutting off those.. âunneeded bitsâ Youâre also causing them to bleed out.. which means you wonât exactly have your intended effect.
"So.. what you are saying I need to burn the wounds close so they will not bleed out? That is a wonderful idea! I am going to change the surgery room so it can hold a torch!"
NO. That is NOT absolutely NOT what i just said.
"You know you have an amazing bone structure... and such soft skin..."
⌠Pardon me?
"Oh nothing... just some internal musing."
@king-of-spectacle
Now, I know you might not have bad intentions, but.. you do know by cutting off those.. âunneeded bitsâ Youâre also causing them to bleed out.. which means you wonât exactly have your intended effect.
"So.. what you are saying I need to burn the wounds close so they will not bleed out? That is a wonderful idea! I am going to change the surgery room so it can hold a torch!"
NO. That is NOT absolutely NOT what i just said.
"You know you have an amazing bone structure... and such soft skin..."
@king-of-spectacle
Now, I know you might not have bad intentions, but.. you do know by cutting off those.. âunneeded bitsâ Youâre also causing them to bleed out.. which means you wonât exactly have your intended effect.
"So.. what you are saying I need to burn the wounds close so they will not bleed out? That is a wonderful idea! I am going to change the surgery room so it can hold a torch!"
When you realize each Prime Asset is having a normal height.
And there is Eddie at fucking 6'10... He is looking down on ya all.
"Mr Coyle, could you perhaps lend some advice on how to keep a wife? My brides keep running away the whole time even though I promise a life of comfort and luxury." @groomish-tyrant
Well, looks like the groom ain't the trouble, but them brides are. Dames bailin' right outta yer life even when you honey-pot them to the hilt? You been questin' in the wrong corners. Fix yourself a little sweet-heart that knows her place, a pretty, obedient thing. One that beams bright and looks fine by your side, melts 'round you even when you ain't feelin' like handin' nothin'. Make 'em dependent on ya, and I'll put you on parole: they won't have no hankerin' to run far or fast.
"I have tried and tried but they kept running. No matter if I chained them, tied them up or placed them in a locker. I understand people get cold feet for the wedding! Oh how silly." He laughs softly.
"Eddie you doofus. They don't run because they are scared of you, they are scared of marriage. Of tying the knot and starting a family. I understand it can be... frightening with the idea of spending until death do part. Mr Coyle... what is your advice on cold feet." He might be eyeing Coyle's size for making a gown.
Chained 'em up? Lawd, you a real perverted freak, ain't ya? I sure hope so. Domestic abuse 'sa crime, ya hear?
As for 'cold feet'...
Coyle shrugs, seemingly unaware of Eddie's little ulterior plans.
Can't rightly give ya no advice on that. All three of my sweet, sweet wives didn't have no trouble marryin' me. They jumped at the chance headfirst. Ya gotta sweet-talk 'em a bit, ya know? Women's real easy if you come at 'em right.
"Maybe I should get some advices on how to woo the ladies then. Apparently sewing them clothing does not do the trick. Any promises of a safe and warm house. Luxurious and little children running around the place." He sighs at the idea, a happy smile on his face. "But first, they need surgery! A wife can not bear any children if they have no warm place to grow the seed. Any brides I got so far all died on the surgery table."
At the mention of "dead brides" Coyle felt a curious tug in his stomach. He raised an eyebrow.
A surgery? Are ya like, tryin' to knock up them women who are infertile? Sounds like a whole lot of unnecessary work.
Coyle tilts his head a bit, trying to decipher the other man.
If all y'all patients done met their maker on that surgery table, maybe y'all oughta ease up on playin' doctor and find a woman who ain't barren.
"Well all my brides have an issue. We need to remove a little off the top and some tugging in and after that, we got a place where my seed may grow." He cocks his head at Coyle with a smile.
"Has anyone told you... white would be a fitting color for you? Not the bright white.. no.. cream color."
He was giving a smile that was not reaching his eyes. A manic look in them.
"That part of you the world sees, they think it's perfect. As God intended. Even these idiots and lunatics see it. There's something special about you, on the surface."
