You're Laughing ? A Pixie Made Out With His Husband, And You're Laughing?

You're laughing ? A pixie made out with his husband, and you're laughing?

He stole a few cards from Kremy ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧

This all started with a google search of memes, then I came across save a horse ride a cowboy, which I learned is a SONG, that I then listened to, and my brain went "heh, Gideon and Kremy vibes- WAIT A DAMN SECOND." and thus...

✨this✨

plus a live reaction from Mr. Lecroux himself... ironically of course

*GATOR PANIK*

🕯️Light🕯️

BOY!!

Was going to make a human Kremy, but I can’t really draw men.

i'd like to think i was actually pretty normal since the hiatus started. but then i heard people were doing ask blogs and all sense of normalcy flew out the damn window.

The witchlight hiatus has driven you all insane and it's only been two weeks lol. Please keep going tho I love the rp blogs

*Kremy slightly grimaces once he had realized the slip-up he had made, privacy would be nonexistent in the eyes of the Baron.*

*He watches the Baron’s hand as it disappears into the dark, and his eyes lock onto the doll held in the man’s bony hands. His eyes go wide, the expression plastered on his face showing a fear even more severe than when the Baron had showed up in the first place.*

“Wh…”

*Once again he musters a nervous laugh that sounds more like a wheeze, to lighten the mood? To keep at least some wit about him? He’s not sure at this point.*

“Whaddaya plan on… on doin’ with that..?”

*The grip on his cane tightens further, but with no intent to use it.*

*The room begins to fog, and soft, ominous jazz begins to play, sounding in the distance at first but gradually growing closer. As the room darkens, the scent of cigar smoke becomes palpable.*

"Kreeeeemy..."

*Kremy tightens his grip on his cane out of instinct. He shifts his footing, taking on a more defensive stance.*

Who’s there? Gricko, I swear to the Baron if this is one of your pranks again.

*He attempts to appear as cold and threatening as possible, but there’s a tremble to his hands, his eyes are wide and frantically searching every corner of the room, and his breathing is slightly erratic.*