old-fashioned gentleman

eddie gluskin18+ ONLY // flexible timeline

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💻 Independent Waylon Park RP blog

💻Flexible Timeline

💻 Mun and Muse are 18+

💻 Potentially NSFW

💻 OC and AU friendly

💻 Open to any type of roleplay with the exception of script  

💻 Private + Selective

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[walkonsoldier]

 @xlskling;;

       That tone Eddie responds with is enough to tell Chris to drop it. He considers himself lucky in that Eddie drops the argument before an all-out fight ensues. “You’re right.” He says with a heavy sigh and sinks into the couch with silent disappointment. The fact that nothing is solved isn’t surprising, but he’d wished for so much more. Like he always does;;

                                                        Like he always will.

        “Maybe we should just… Go out and get something to eat.” He proposes and turns to look at his agitated lover. Eddie’s smile doesn’t fool him. “Could go to that restaurant you like so much. The pricey one.”

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       There’s absolutely no conviction in his voice, and as ruffled Eddie is at that, he lets it be. Anything to let himself not have to face the fact that anything could be wrong, or fixable by self-reflection and growing as a person. All of that is bullshit and Eddie doesn’t care for it. He’s fine, everything is fine.

        ‘That’s vague,’ he comments, trying to will away the edge in his voice, to dispel the tension in the air. He steps out from the kitchen, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. ‘I can think of at least ten restaurants that fits that description.’

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        Eddie finally looks at him when his words of resignation break the silence. Frustration claws at him, and confusing feelings of betrayal have a hay-day in his chest when Chris removes himself from the situation. The complexity of his current emotions is far too much, and he shifts his weight this way and that with indecisiveness before he makes a bee-line for the bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter.

        His hand pauses a fraction away from wrapping around the bottleneck, and fingers instead curl into a fist, pressing (not slamming) against the countertop.

        ‘Look,’ he says after running yet another hand through his hair. ‘I’m sorry, alright?’

[walkonsoldier]

        Green irises dance to and fro, glancing around the small room the two of them are usually so intimate in. Watching movies, talking after work, holidays, Christmas– He has to remember their good times to stay afloat in the harsh waves of reality that crash against him. He hates being reminded of just how on edge he and Eddie always are.

        “It’s alright.” He mutters, fingers fidgeting with loose strings on the couch cushions. “I guess I’m just tired, you know? Tired of fighting all the time, tired of running from our problems like they won’t keep showing up every couple of days.”

[xlskling-blog]

       ‘Oh, you’re tired?’ Eddie says, and there’s that tone of voice that means another fight is but a fraction away. But by some divine intervention, he catches himself before he unleashes yet another flood of accusations, insults and whatever else demeaning turn of phrase he can muster. Instead there is only a sigh, and he pinches the bridge of his nose with a quiet groan.

        One of these days he’s going to have a full-body aneurysm from flying off the edge one too many times and then that’ll finally be the end of it.

        ‘Oh, darling, there are no problems,’ he insists in another pretty little lie. That perfect, unfazed smile is on his face, a mask of warmth pulled over the harsh cold. ‘It’s just that mid-week madness is all. Mondays got nothing on Thursdays.’

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        Eddie finally looks at him when his words of resignation break the silence. Frustration claws at him, and confusing feelings of betrayal have a hay-day in his chest when Chris removes himself from the situation. The complexity of his current emotions is far too much, and he shifts his weight this way and that with indecisiveness before he makes a bee-line for the bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter.

        His hand pauses a fraction away from wrapping around the bottleneck, and fingers instead curl into a fist, pressing (not slamming) against the countertop.

        ‘Look,’ he says after running yet another hand through his hair. ‘I’m sorry, alright?’

[frenzyy]

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[points at lap] is this seat taken

actually it’s reserved

[tiredie]

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Laura reference sheet of her normal and variant designs. Drawn by me, colored by @xlskling

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Hewwo

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[walkonsoldier]

@xlskling​;;

                    “Yeah.”

        Chris’ choice of wording is always so short and sweet, leaving little room for misinterpretation, but he’s sure Eddie will find a way. This isn’t how he’d wanted this to go. It never is.

        “I just figured we should talk about it. Y’know, do something we hardly ever seem to do.” But Chris is so tired of fighting. The sleepless nights and the stress blanketing the days has him crouched next to the edge; maybe contemplating jumping. He doesn’t know. There’s a part that wants to escape this mess, to find something new and worth something. But he won’t. He reckons he’ll stay with Eddie until one of them draws their last breath, the only variable is who will go first and how.

[xlskling-blog]

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        A sigh of frustration escapes him, his lips curling for a moment as anger threatens to rear its ugly head before he somehow, miraculously, culls it        if only for a moment. ‘There are some things you don’t talk about,’ he says, voice bordering on a growl. A twinge, or a tickle, something compulsive and involuntarily tempts at his neck, urging him to turn. Just look at him. But he doesn’t, because there’s something about eye contact that warrants just a little more emotional commitment than he wants to give in to.

         God damn, he needs a drink.

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       A calloused hand drags through black hair, a subconscious effort to bring order to the disarray all due to his upset. Eddie’s face is a cold, hard wall, and his eyes are looking determinedly away from the veteran. Hands clench and un-clench, stress setting his shoulders in a tense posture. After a moment, he draws a breath to speak.

                ‘Seems we deal with things a bit differently.’

[kingxfmischief]

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Blows you kisses.

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:^)

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Archetype Quiz 

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53% ʀᴏʏᴀʟ When the Royal walks into a room, they command attention. They are the one in charge, and they enjoy reaping the rewards of their hard work. 32% ᴘᴇʀғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ Taking center stage comes naturally to the Performer, whether at the water cooler or in front of an audience. They are magnetic and know how to inspire. 15% ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛᴇ The Athlete's focus and drive are unparalleled. Staying healthy and being fit are paramount to them (as for winning, that doesn't hurt, either).

Tagged by: @upshuring​ & @darlingwaylonpark2536​ Tagging: @killerconsort​

[xlskling-blog]

just popping in to say my activity over here will likely dwindle for a while, cause i’m flying back home tomorrow and i’ll have to get into full gear with looking for a job, not to mention i’ll probably feel bummed being away from my fiancee.

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE & DETAILED PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE

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tagged by: @darlingwaylonpark2536

NAME: Eddie Gluskin AGE: 46 at the time of the asylum riot - born 1967. SPECIES: Human GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Murder It’s complicated. PROFESSION: Tailor; retired boxer.

—————————————————————————- [ PHYSICAL ASPECTS ]

BODY TYPE: Physically fit HAIR: Sleek and black, with a touch of grey at the temples (before it was shaved, that is.) SKIN: On the pale side HEIGHT: 6′4″

—————————————————————————- [ FAMILY ]

FAMILY: Randi Whitling (grandmother, deceased), Felicity Gluskin (stepmother, alive), Cooper Gluskin (uncle, incarcerated) - Eddie has no contact with his family and has absolutely no desire for that to change. SIBLINGS: None PARENTS: Rita Gluskin (mother, deceased), Herman Gluskin (father, incarcerated) CHILDREN: None, but oh my god does he try. ANY PETS?: None —————————————————————————-

[ LIKES ]

COLORS: Deep darks or bright natural colors. SMELLS: Fresh cotton, old furniture, coffee, perfume, smoke. FOOD: He’s long abandoned a taste for junk food so expect everything to be either homemade or eaten at a proper restaurant. DRINKS: Chamomile tea, white wine and mineral water. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: yes [ x ] || rarely [  ] ||  no [ ]  —————————————————————————- [OTHER DETAILS ]

SMOKES?: yes [ x ] || no [  ] || occasionally [ ]

DRUGS?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] || occasionally [ ]

DRIVER LICENSE?: yes [ x ] || no [ ]

EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: yes [ x ] || no [  ]

tagging: @killerconsort, @upshuring