"Get lost. I don't need you wasting my time."
[[Independent human!Grizelda (aka Gilda) RP blog (Gilda in the real world), all images used do not belong to me unless stated otherwise.
Profile picture by 7nights.
Icon picture (presumably) by Shaburdies.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
The more i refined this the more it strayed from the actual P&S style, which is a shame, but i had fun. Also, if you’re going to show someone else my art, please please please site it. I work really hard on my pieces, and I’m finding more and more of my art unsited, thanks!
(again this is not supposed to make sense, it’s just for fun)
Thanks to Riley now I want a My Little Pony AU set in 1930.
Also, 1930stuck.
Oh yeah this was a thing once.
Pony Kart by =Niban-Destikim
I have no motivation to do anything
(Source: chrull)
my first drawing of gilda from about 6 months ago
Iron Man (Gildash Fluff RP)
Gilda turned and grabbed the popcorn with her free hand. “I didn’t know you preferred them idle, devil. I’ll make sure to remember,” she teased as she began to make way to the ticket taker.
“If my hands weren’t full of these cups, I’d fill em with a different pair of cups. Show you just how idle I like things, plaything.”
And with that, the guy at the concession stand would lose his free show. Should have gotten a ticket to Iron Man instead of Oblivion, random guy.
“I don’t know why I choose to be seen with you in public,” Gilda joked, pinching the woman’s side with the arm keeping her on Gilda’s shoulder. “Anyway, where’s the tickets, dork?”
“Back pocket. So, you’ve got an excuse to grope my ass. Not that you need one, huge dyke that you are.”
Irony, thy name is Dash.
“And you choose to be seen with me because you know I look damn good. I am a sexy bitch, and you know it.”
“At least I know it’s not because of your modesty,” Gilda replied. She held the bag of popcorn between two fingers and reached over, sliding her fingers in to get the tickets, and spilling a few pieces of popcorn onto the floor. Gilda handed them to the ticket taker, who in turn gave her back the nubs, and told them to head to theater number seven.
She leaned forward and said, “Alright, ride’s over.”
More sketches! Time to meet Trixie and the Griffins. The Canter Girls will have their work cut out for them when they cross paths with this group!
Luke took a breath and said, “Look, I can give you a lift to the hospital to get that stitched, and if need be, the cops. But you have to figure something out.”
Gilda put her hands on her head and groaned. “What if we’re followed?”
“If anything happens it will be in public, and they’ll be caught. You think if whoever did this wanted you dead, they would have done more than stab you in the leg.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of! What if they’re doing this to fuck with me? And you’d be in danger then, too.”
“I’m in danger of a lot of BS; a quick ride to the hospital seems safe enough.”
She blew air our her mouth. “Okay, fine. But this was your idea.”
Myomai recognized that Luke and Gilda were likely to leave the apartment soon and leapt into action. First, she moved to the side of the hall opposite Luke’s door and shifted forms, morphing her appearance to look like a middle-aged man. She added a few details- a mullet, a lip piercing and a cheap windbreaker- and leaned against the wall. Next, she began to weave an illusion meant for Gilda. When she left the apartment she wouldn’t see the form Myomai had taken; she’d see Myomai in her humanoid form staring at her, with her tails flared out above her and to her sides.
Luke had Gilda wait a moment as he put on a belt, and grabbed his wallet and keys. She could tell, even though Luke offered, he didn’t really want to be in the middle of this.
When ready, he beckoned her to follow, and they left the apartment, with Luke locking the door behind them, and then heading towards the elevator.
When Gilda spotted the woman, her heart began to race. Time felt like it was moving slower. She looked to Luke and back to Myomai, noticing that nothing seemed out of the ordinary about the the individual, except maybe the cheesy mullet. Gilda chose to stay silent. They were both at risk. She did however glare at the person until the elevator door opened, and then closed to take them down to the first floor.
