No. I’m terrible at math.

Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?

We drove those bastards out by playing death metal on a lute.

We are rather adorable, aren’t we? ((😭😭😭))

Uhhhhh

*shrugs* I’m a good swimmer.

Fucking fruit oracle. *grumbles*

Mischief is my preferred form of chaos.

I can’t believe you’ve done this. Again. @renirenren.bsky.social

“If anyone saw a flaming gondola on the Grand Canal last night… no you didn’t.”

Everyone should be able to dance naked without fear of persecution.

Uh. Enlighten me, what was I doing, exactly? *looks around rather nervously and whispers to himself* What the fuck?

*puts up a shimmering message board outside his door* Now please stop sending me the creepy candle hops when you need my attention? Okay? (Questions, prompts, RP ideas, total bullshit… whatever. ☺️) ngl.link/rhysderiva

“A new gondola costs HOW much?”

…what do you mean we ran out of olives AND gin??

*fear*

*sighs* Fine.

Really hate looking up at people 😒

I hate everything about this sentence, thank you.

We listen and we don’t judge. The face I’m listening with:

Thinking about boats. I LOVE boats.

Rhys stands at the edge of the canal, hands on his hips, and a look of frustration on his face. With an exasperated sigh he gets down on his knees and peers into the murky water, searching. “Fuck. Fine.” He stands again and starts unbuttoning his shirt, resigned to jumping in. #DArp #open

Fuck is a phone?

#DArp * MDNI: Rhys is 28+, OP is 30+ * NSFW w/ discussion (pref. on Discord) * Rogue Antivan Crow * Any world state/timeline/verse, not a “Rook” * Default Treviso saved * Loves to flirt, is not multiship * Always feel free to DM or tag 🖤 ((Proper pinned post again! 😊))

*gives everyone's skircle...things a side eye and whispers to himself* Looks like some sort of summoning circle. Pass.

*wheezing laughter*

@profanity.accountant Okay, hit me.

There’s…there’s FADE gondolas??

*finds drawing of himself as a teen, burns it immediately*

*clutches stomach* I think I have an ulcer.

Revna sat at the back of the inn, book on the table and a glass of wine in her hand. She had been in Treviso for a few days, and had spent much of her time walking around the city becoming acquainted with her new surroundings. In the evenings she’d taken to sitting here, alone. + #DArp #open

Who fucking wrote this? *pulls out switchblade*

((Feel free to reply and not QT 😆 if you prefer))

If I’m not at least one person’s nemesis I’m clearly not doing my job right.

Fuck does this mean

🙄

*eyes everyone’s strange sex test results with a smirk*

Shy? That’s funny.

((It me))

We are the chiseled nutsacks of my ancestors, and we do what must be done.

Hey Ren? What the fuck? @renirenren.bsky.social

I mean. Yeah. perchance.org/character-he...

Rhys looks up from his book and listens to the distant sound of crying flowing through his open window. "Is...is that coming from the wedding? How can I even hear that?" He shakes his head and goes back to reading.

((A moody board for a broody elf))

My heart says at least an 8, but I'm fairy certain my friends would go way, way lower. 😡

Rhys smiles, knowing everyone will have fun at the wedding today. He has never attended one, and he wasn’t about to go alone with Elion out on a contract. But that suited him just fine, and he grabbed his bow to head over to the archery range for practice. He’d miss the open bar though.

((OOC: Showing up. Rhys will be there for the people in his life, day or night. He loves buying gifts for people when he actually has the coin, and he wants his loved ones to know their worth. Sometimes that comes out as flirting, sometimes as heartfelt compliments.))

You've got to be kidding me. 😐 iseej.github.io/LovePawsona/

Rhys sits idly on the railing of a bridge arching over one of Treviso’s many canals, a bottle of whisky open next to him. It’s early evening and he’s taken himself out on one of his usual strolls around the city. The sun is low and he sighs, wishing it were night. + #DArp