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prologue | IVEY & BOOTS | let's have some fun with capitalism!
Some time had passed since the krusty krew had woke up in the casino and the initial bewilderment of the situation seemed to have passed, for the most part. At least in Ivey. She was not in immediate danger and, while there was still unanswered questions, her own curiosity was beginning to take hold.Â
And that curiosity certainly turned to satisfaction as she began to explore.Â
The fireplace room was particularly generous to her. Nevermind the comforting aesthetic of the warm colored room and the popping sound of cinders, but the cigars. Mercy, she wasnât a heavy smoker but in a situation like this? With no alcohol behind the bar? It was at least a small consolation prize.Â
(Still, she wondered how long until it started to get to herâ)Â
So with a few cigars and matches stuffed in the folds of her yukata, she continued her bout of exploration. The next stopâ playhall.Â
And she couldnât help but smile immediately!Â
âHoho⌠now this is reminding me of home.âÂ
The dartboards, the piles of old board games, the decks of cards⌠all that was missing was a couple of loud, boisterous blacksmiths chugging beers and yelling over a game of koi-koi. It warmed her, and urged her into the room.Â
One of the first items she gravitated towards was one of the old Monopoly boxes. Gods, she knew someone who would absolutely love a vintage set like this! Perhaps she could smuggle it out of here somehowâŚÂ
She heard the footsteps, and glanced over her shoulder.Â
âOh! Is this perhaps a fellow gamer, looking to engage in some friendly competition?âÂ
While BOOTS had grown accustomed to far more lush accommodations from her time in the city, something about the hotel stroked her fancy in a different way. The smells worn in to the fabrics. The excruciating detail that screamed vintage, crawling with history. It was an inevitable temptation to prowl around a bit.
To the best of her ability, she attempted to stray from the areas others had wandered off into. But in a sprawling, unfamiliar building, she... lost track almost instantly. And found herself bumping into what appeared to be an occupied game room! Well. When in Rome.
âMaâam.â She aired a curtsy. Compared to the rest of the rabble she had woken up with, the woman looked⌠well, the thought crossed her mind that this person could be native to this relic of a hotel. A laugh tickled under her breath.
âYou donât look like youâd know a real game girl if she BIT you. Ehehe.â
As was her habit, BOOTS made a slow circle around the room idly as she spoke. One hand running along the wooden surface of the window sill, the other clutching her hoot like it may wriggle away. It seemed something had already caught the older womanâs interest.
âAh, the homewrecking game. Youâre really out to make a rival, arenât you? Under such circumstances? I like the spirit.â
At the end of the circle, BOOTS plopped herself squarely onto the couch. Her legs kicked up on the nice table.
âWhy not. I donât have anything better to do.â
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In the final chapter of Boun Anima, Ghost Dog will hold up the meteor coming to crush the class summoned by Lord Gamblish. A single tear trickles from her eye as the class weeps for their brave hero. In the crater left behind, she is reborn...Â
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So, whatâs behind Pipâs veil? The only way to find out is a mid-trial marriage, in which you will be legally allowed to lift it under Gambitâs supervision. Uh oh! He was Ray Sipe, all this time!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5QEJH0PRSs
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Quinine, child of science, is the real FOURTH PowerPuff girl! Whatâs she made of? Sugar? Spice? Chemical X? Uhh, try BORAX, idiots! Hereâs a clue for the murder: her super power is to make people eat tide pods.
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Ah â Now this is a form you might understand. Once more, then?
ANASTASIA â Ghostwriter, 23
BOOTS â Cryptanalysist, 28
CONVOY â Stunt Double, 23
COWBOY â Jockey, 28
DUCK â Lawyer, 22
GHOST DOG â Joshi Pro-Wrestler, 28
KEVIN â Psychic, 26
LIMIT â Bladesmith, 39
MAVERICK â Sharpshooter, 25
MOSS â Mycologist, 28
OBAMA â Robot Behavior Developer, 23
ORWELL â Skip Tracer, 25
PINCER â Teppanyaki Chef, 28
PIP â Cryptozoologist, 26
QUININE â Chemist, 29
SCOURGE â Storm Chaser, 28
SEATTLE â Journalist, 28
TIME â Dramaturge, 50
Ah, my friends, my friends â on time as always, as you can only be.
I care so much for you, you know? But love only goes so far.
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