#grcndeurs

[dxsole]

*blows kees at Gideon and Buck*

😳 THE LADS ARE FIGHTIN’! 😳

Always accepting random asks!

Buck is all about pretending to catch the kiss and throw one at Jean, and Gideon is too—

[Wrestlemania fanfare plays]

But oh, what’s this!? Oh, there’s a third contender in the ring— Gyles has taken over! 

Look at that form! It looks like ol’ Buck will have to fight for his title— Oh, and look at that body slam Wrestlemania fans! Buck isn’t gonna get up from that one in a while!

[elinorsmuses]

Jean was working late again. He could see the lights on in her lab as he made his way out of the facility. She was the most promising lead researcher he’d had in a while. Most of the really gifted, really innovative people he’d worked with had also been a little...unstable. They had a frustrating tendency to get themselves killed by their prototypes, or go power mad and inject themselves with a new product before it was finished.

Jean, though, seemed much more down to earth, and beyond that, had experience going all the way back to the tyrant program. He was lucky to have her. On a whim, he decided to head over to the lab and say hello. He wanted to keep her, and it was always a good idea to keep up the illusion that he cared about the people who worked for him, lie though it was.

“Still here?” he asked rhetorically as he opened the door and stepped into the lab. Looking at her, he was reminded that in addition to being talented, she was also quite pretty. A little smile curled at the corners of his mouth. “No...valentine, this year?”

@grcndeurs

[holdlicgawain]

"Are we planning our wedding now?"

“Are you only asking me that because you’re thoroughly enjoying showing me off in this blazer? Or is it because the ring at the bottom of the tiramisu?” he asked, leaning in and placing a smiling kiss to the tip of her nose. Their dinner dates out on London town were few and far between, but he always loved going on them with her because she was shamelessly above the usual lords and ladies, not the least in her consistent approval of him as an outlier among them.

It helped that both of them could kill roomfuls of people at a time, but that wasn’t something the other people at the Royalé needed to know. It was just another element of their own manner of smug superiority.

He also had arranged for the ring he’d painstakingly made for her to accompany whichever dessert she ordered. Not that she would likely be surprised by such a prospect - though he had known everything from her pinky ring size to what metals she was allergic to for far longer than he’d been intending to use that information. “It is a damned fine blazer, I’ll grant. I’d have never gotten red velvet for myself but I have to say you’re a visionary - it’s stunning. And it compliments your outfit perfectly, I might add. We do look like we belong together, therefore.”

[ilysian]

𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀. @grcndeurs​ 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕  ♗  𝒇𝒐𝒓  𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔 !

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍.

✧     𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

[starcrossedkiller-archive]

@grcndeurs​​ said:  👌    

Send me 👌 if your muse would be down for some alone time with the shaved Wookie.

... Wait .. what???

[sleazygoing]

📂 📂 📂

send “📂“ for useless fun facts about your friendly neighborhood sleazeball;

vernon is a big believer in not attempting to hustle a fellow hustler or bullshit a fellow bullshitter. it’s equal parts ‘honor amongst thieves’ and just not wanting to fuck with fish bigger and meaner than him.

he talks big game and loves an excuse to jokingly show off, but VFK is the least competitive guy ever. he doesn’t care that he totally bombed it at golf or ripped his pants bowling so long as he had a good time doing it.

he talks to animals like they’re people, anything from the spider in his bathtub to the capuchin monkey he sometimes babysits. for some reason, the same goes for his car. he cares for his ride like a cowboy cares for his horse.

[peacefulapostlearchive]

*blows a kiss AT Paul Seed* That's for Paul Seed too.

now he definitely thinks you’re flirting. but thats okay cause he likes it. 

[grandzealot]

A short nod as Jean casually leans back against a mildewing picnic table “mhm, and you know. I think you should come over here and we should fix that.” Expression unfolding into a fox’s grin the arms dealer beckons Richter closer. Yet theres a moment of falter before she adds, “That is if all this time apart hasn’t made you wise that you probably deserve a woman better than me.”

           For all his teasing, he’s all too eager to close the distance between them– But as her hunger so invites his, her pause gives him pause with equal effect. 

         “ I don’t think like that,” he mumbles before adding, “And you are a good woman. ”