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Sometimes you have to leave the saloon at midnight to surprise the hot security guard at Joja with a new years kiss, and you know what?

That’s Valid.

( ft. David @gerussi )

#;; my art #;; david #gerussi

❛ Did it hurt, when you fell out of heaven? ❜ David questioned in sighing monotone, tilting his head to gaze at Natalie beside him, his words a bored mockery of the man who had just passed them by. Dark sunglasses and a familiar frown hid the mild amusement in his eyes, though his joking tone likely gave him away.

#gerussi #❧|| ʟᴏʟʟʏᴀʀᴛs ;; my art #❧|| ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ;; david #❧|| ʟᴇssᴏɴs ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ;; asks

Don't forget that Kaida not only had the most kills, but he killed TERMINUS. (and Nat. someone's gonna be in the doghouse for awhile)

SHE’S ALREADY DEMANDING HE PLAY DDR WITH HER TO MAKE UP FOR ESSENTIALLY BLOWING HER UP. he has since packed his bags, in preparation to skip the country.

#[ OH NO. THIS WASN'T HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO DOWN #EVERYTIME I PARTICIPATE IN THESE HUNGER GAMES THINGS #HALF OF MY SHIP GETS KILLED #last time Adriel's Sorey killed my Mikleo ;___; ]#gerussi #;message in a dark envelope

3, 5, 7, 9, 11

SLEEPING HEADCANON;;

Groose tends to exhaust himself physically before attempting to sleep, for the night. If he doesn’t, he finds that he will wake several times during the night, and won’t have a restful sleep. This comes, in part, from his childhood. Wren used to wake him up at odd hours to ‘put him to work’, and Groose is still nervous even now that someone will interrupt his sleep.

BATHING/SHOWERING HEADCANON;;

Groose is too tall for most showers or tubs. Outside of the one in their home, and the large shared bath at the academy, he looks like you’re trying to cram a cow in a clown car. It just doesn’t work. If he’s forced to shower anywhere but at home, he has to crouch – and, oh, he hates it.

KISSING HEADCANON;;

Groose isn’t afraid of PDA, and can easily get carried away or caught up when kissing someone. It’s very much like the rest of the world fades away & ceases to be important; and, to Groose, that’s an accurate assessment. He wouldn’t care at all about anyone but his partner, if he was lavishing them with attention – and kissing falls under that category.

PHYSICAL CONTACT HEADCANON;;

It may seem unlikely to some, but Groose is pretty starved for positive physical affection. He’s always fighting, always training, always working – but it’s always violent, and usually angry. His mother loves him, of course, and gives him hugs when he will allow; but she’s the only one. He quite likes when he’s pat on the back, or shoulder, by Cawlin or Stritch – and especially by Eagus, when he’s done a job well done. Having that physical contact as well as the recognition really just makes Groose feel like he’s on top of the world. WARDROBE HEADCANON;;

Groose’s collar is actually something he started wearing out of admiration for Eagus – as well, it serves to protect his shoulders and neck in a fight. Made of padded, thick leather, it cushions him against strikes from Eagus’s practice swords, and punches as well. As he becomes more sure of his own sense of self, he will likely abandon the cowl – but, for now, the collar stays.

#gerussi #◌ | ᴀᴜᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜs ;; (asks)#◌ | ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ɢʀᴏᴏsᴇ ;; (headcanons)#m'boiiiiii

💗 emphasis on "eventually". the slowburn is real

TWO. YEARS. AND COUNTING, technically

#gerussi #❧|| ʟᴇssᴏɴs ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ;; asks #❧|| ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ sᴘᴇʟʟs ;; ooc

I DON’T THINK NAT AND DAVID HAVE EVEN EVER KISSED??? EVER?? IT’S BEEN A SHIP FOR SO LONG AND THEY BARELY HELD H A N D SGHDSAFDAGHJSADSADSA

#❧|| ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ sᴘᴇʟʟs ;; ooc #❧|| ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪsᴍ ;; dashboard commentary #gerussi #extreme edition doesn't seem to quite cover this LMFAO

5. fever dream

__φ(．．) > reset. // accepting. @gerussi

―『 ♣ 』» the week had started off with one foot in a hole, the other barely managing to stay atop the ground. At first, it was just the sensation of something whispering her that constantly drew her attention away from all that was in front of her, stopping her from class work, stopping her from listening to any teachers or so - called friends. The child would constantly twitch and give a shaky breath, hearing something but she couldn’t figure it out.

It had become obvious at dinner that night that something was up, the typical talkative, ready to eat kid seemed to have vanished off and was replaced with one looking much more…

Fearful.

The concern of the father figure was quickly replied with an ‘ I’m tired ‘, eyelids drooping to even further the point. Eventually, she forgot dinner all together, a few bites, sure, but her plate stayed full and while she understood the gaze she was being given, she smiled something fake, went up close to give him a peck against the cheek, before wishing him good night.

Yet she hadn’t wanted to be alone, it was simply what she thought was right at the time, and it only proved to be the worse of ideas as shadows licked at her feet from the floorboards the second she walked inside the childish looking room, with her crayon drawings everywhere shifting in her vision. It made her clutch her chest, hand rising close to the scar that had always been around her neck to dig out of a sudden burst of something that she couldn’t put a finger on.

That was, until she got into bed, then, and only then did the loneliness and pain strike her like a hammer. Bones and blood aching as she shakily muffled her whimpers within the well-kept teddy bear. She rocked, begging what imaginary monsters there were to not let her elder see her like this. To see the tears that ran down her cheeks as the pain intensified, as magic entangled her right arm and burnt the sleeve, the whisper in her head now a shout right next to her. Eyes trailed along the arm, a chain slithering before constricting tight against her arm had appeared and she hadn’t a single clue where from. She whispered ‘ w h y ‘ but it only responded with a one-word screech:

▸ “ Remember. “