Hard-Headed

Rules and Bio here

Rough Relationships Chart: If you want an idea for how to approach Gordie as I play him (or are curious as to how he’ll approach your muse). Not hardline law for this blog, though; if you want to discuss a differing pre-established relationship, I’m perfectly willing to work with you (within reason). (WIP)

(V important: Ball Guy is the best. Gordie loves that guy)

I'm not going into detail or explaining myself further than this but i do ask that, if you see me around in the future and i haven't invited you in that regard, that you leave me alone.

(tbc, I haven't spoken to everyone i want to ABT my intentions. but I'm also still really unhappy and barely able to look at tumblr for a long time without getting anxious so please bear with me)

(do not take this as an invitation to ASK me about any of this including whether or not I'll be reaching out to you. If you do, I will immediately distrust you).

*Makes three new blogs anyway*

I’ll still try to get the odd reply out but i think i owe it to my partners to not actively feel forced and /or obligated to do so.

I’m not only attempting to focus on art and an under-construction oc of mine, but i really just. Want to focus more on @banetteinatrenchcoat and @seeliespired

The duo haired male could faintly hear the voice from the gym leader, however he couldn’t remember what had attacked them but all he knew was that he needed to get to Gordie or at least answer him. Coughing one last time as he held onto his chest, forsing himself into a sitting up like possision as he searched for the male.

“G…gordie..”

Piers forced himself to speak with the little energy and breath that he could, sure he could see all the patches of crimson fluid within the snow it stood out more than anything. The adrenilin from his wounds caused him to almost forget about the wound in his lower abodmen, instantly he thought the blood belonged to the rock type specialist.

Oh, good, an answer. It was weak but still. 

Gordie made an attempt to stand up, but was so disoriented he fell right back down and didn’t even realize he had until he realized he was laying on an arm. He could see Piers, though. Sitting up. 

“...That Steelspikes was something...” Gordie groans, adding, “I’m calling for help. I’m done” His rotomphone didn’t even wait for him to call upon it, having started connecting to a rescue team as soon as those words left his mouth.