thneedsforyourneeds replied to your post: what happens when Gideon undoes his hair ????
can u imagine turbo like that too tho what if he takes his helmet off and he has finn’s hair
What if he's Rapunzel
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thneedsforyourneeds replied to your post: what happens when Gideon undoes his hair ????
can u imagine turbo like that too tho what if he takes his helmet off and he has finn’s hair
What if he's Rapunzel
*fills his mouth with four cookies* There u go, you better chew and don't choke. I dont know how to do CPR.
[He's alright with one cookie jammed into his trap, but four? At that he sputters, muttering out a few words that are muffled by the treat. Cries of protest were probably the most plausible thing to get from that mess. Slowly he chews, trying his best not to choke. And then he swallows, coughing a little.]
Whadd'ya tryin' ta do?! Choke me?!
*Stares at* I have sweets. Do you want them? *paps helmet* >u>
[There he goes with the usual pushing-away-their-hands thing.]
Yer kiddin' me by askin' right?
Fork 'em over already, Betty Crocker. An' quit doin' that ... touchy, smacky pappy thing.
*Sits on his head and feeds him cookies* I baked them. EAT THEM.
[On a natural reaction, he swats at her in an attempt to get her off of him, yelling out a string of the most colorful curses and insults an E-rated language filter can get. But he stops suddenly when a cookie is jammed into his mouth, and he freezes, chewing down on it and swallowing. Lowering his arms, he licks his lips.]
Not bad. Gimme those, will ya?
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HELLO LALA
what is this "Come over to Lea's inbox"-day?
Oh,mr.Turbo, oh~! *Fake faint.* You make all your fans faint right? *wink wonk*
Yer kiddin' me, right? Uh, Earth ta dollface: use yer brain, 'cause ya can bet yer artistically talented butt I do. Gals're practically creamin' their pixels at seein' me walk by!
*Gives him more cookies as he pinches his cheeks* Alright, alright whatever. I guess I am the one who brings you sweets and stuff?? I could like that! *pinches his cheeks once again*
[He snarls, slapping their hands away yet again.]
DON'T DO THAT!! My cheeks ain't fer PINCHIN', I ain't a lil' kid, remember?!
I can roll with sweets an' all but SHEESH. Keep defyin' what I say an' I'll tie ya ta a safety cone an' use ya as an obstacle on the race track!
*paps booty and gives you cookies* shhhhh im just trying to be friendly with u
[He snarls at the frequent pap, whirling around and--being met with cookies. Oh he ...]
[He can roll with those. Sweets are good; he's got one hell of a terrible sweet tooth, that was for sure. Even so, his temper and bratty nature doesn't falter.]
Yeah yeah, well if yer tryin' ta be all buddy buddy with me dollface, ya gotta keep yer mitts off'a me 'til I give ya an okay, capiche? JEEZ, I know I'm a smokin' fine guy an' all and man, who wouldn't want a piece 'a my pixels, but easy yer hands there.