GOGO ! (under co.)

ind. stripper oc. nsfw. imagined by froge.

[lamentedhigh]

hiatus.

my mental health currently is the worst it’s been in months and coming on here doesn’t help. if anyone wants to chat ooc or do threads on discord then hmu @ froge#3432

sorry folks.

[lamentedhigh]

hiatus.

my mental health currently is the worst it’s been in months and coming on here doesn’t help. if anyone wants to chat ooc or do threads on discord then hmu @ froge#3432

sorry folks.

[thegayfleet]

[lamentedhigh]

you know what’s shitty? trying to find something problematic in literally every aspect of your life. there’s a reason i hate this website.

[lamentedhigh]

so for my own mental health, i’m gonna take a night off from being here. i’m exhausted and being on my dash isn’t helping so, i’m gonna take a night away to just play video games. wanna talk to me? hmu on discord @ froge#3432

[iures]

[zombunnys]

what if we…. shipped our ocs together………  haha just    kidding..                               unless…? 

[lamentedhigh]

hi i love my characters so pls meet:

HARU YUKIMURA -- raen au ra. ( he’s gonna be a summoner ) NOTH’RIAL SILVERRUN -- seeker of the sun miqo’te ( dancer )

[lamentedhigh]

so i’m on 14, and my first thought? hm, might as well make rico as an alt. so everyone, meet ff14!rico:   r’ico tia.

[lamentedhigh]

i’m on a kpop kick today, and i’m listening to seventeen - very nice, and all i can imagine is rico dancing around his house when his mom isn’t home in a massive hoodie, a pair of boxers and just. living his best life and dancing like an idiot when he knows no one is watching like usual

[lamentedhigh]

rico having a pole routine to this song

[yahenni]

PLEASE tell me if I’m fuckin up. I’d much rather be told i’m wrong up front than silently filed away under “P for Problematic”

[filmgifs]

Bulbasaur in Pokémon Detective Pikachu (2019) dir. Rob Letterman

[lamentedhigh]

nephilim who knows what he is, has slowed aging. looks like he’s 19, is actually 42. for years, he’s tried all he can to ignore his ‘true calling’, aka to banish demons back to the seventh circle of hell because he never knew his angelic parent. he has birthmarks in the shape of wings that go across his shoulder blades and down his arms, and he /can/ use them but will he? hell no. all he wants to do is to make art, would rather paint. he’s an abstract painter and never signs his work, but anonymously sends them to traders to gain some money bc hey, it makes the world go round.

he has a shiteating grin, likes to laugh at people when they fuck up, will flirt with your girlfriend in front of you and probably hit on u after he’s done. he doesn’t care about a lot, bc he keeps almost everyone at an arm’s length. get too close n they might find out and nope he can’t be having that bullshit.

[lamentedhigh]

his name is iain campbell, he’s from fort william and speaks fluent scots gaelic and i’m Probably gonna make him into a blog tomorrow

[lamentedhigh]

SEND 🍸+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL ANSWER WHILST DRUNK   |   @beheadedtm

WITH A BOTTLE OF JACK IN HAND,   the smile on rico’s face was a sheer juxtaposition from the look in his eyes. sorrow lay there, much like in his heart. but there was no way he could say that to the other. lazarus had his own shit to deal with, shit that he could see spilling out and over into his life. like being unable to go home and having to crash at rico’s covered in blood and bruises he couldn’t explain, hoping that rico’s silence was bought with cheetos. and it was. but he had shit going on. shit that seemed deep, that seemed to run a lot deeper than the dancer could even comprehend-- not really. the last thing he was going to do? dump his own problems on   a friend   a bandmate.

A SWIG FROM A BITTER AMBER LIQUID CONTORTS HIS FACE.   “i’m fine.”   a lie, a sheer lie as he hid what had happened the night before. he couldn’t speak about it. maybe they both had shit to hide, maybe the whole band did-- maybe that’s why they played so well. the fact that they didn’t know what happened on the outside. but as rico pushed the thought of the clammy hands of his boss to the back of his mind, he took another drink from the bottle and let his head thunk back against the wood of the barn wall. his voice lowered to a whisper as he let his eyes close, feeling the world swaying around him like a whirlpool.   “i’m fine.”   maybe if i say it enough i’ll believe it,   he thought in vein.

[lamentedhigh]

MEME I CBF TO FIND   |   @vampyrisme

A BROW COCKED CURIOUSLY AT HIM,   ghosts weren’t...real. not really. they were scary stories people told around the campfire, things that people hunted on those cheesy shows for ratings. they weren’t real. hm. maybe he was just a believer.   “oh yeah? and how would you know? pretty sure no one’s actually seen a ghost, dude.”

[lamentedhigh]

nephilim who knows what he is, has slowed aging. looks like he’s 19, is actually 42. for years, he’s tried all he can to ignore his ‘true calling’, aka to banish demons back to the seventh circle of hell because he never knew his angelic parent. he has birthmarks in the shape of wings that go across his shoulder blades and down his arms, and he /can/ use them but will he? hell no. all he wants to do is to make art, would rather paint. he’s an abstract painter and never signs his work, but anonymously sends them to traders to gain some money bc hey, it makes the world go round.

he has a shiteating grin, likes to laugh at people when they fuck up, will flirt with your girlfriend in front of you and probably hit on u after he’s done. he doesn’t care about a lot, bc he keeps almost everyone at an arm’s length. get too close n they might find out and nope he can’t be having that bullshit.