Dashiell Riddles

The heart communicates, not the voice. My angelic wife & mother to our daughter Ivy @ItsInHis_Eyes My siblings @Kronborg_Jester @A_Shamed_Soul @arfaestnes #NSFW

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

@ItsInHis_Eyes Beauty, and kindness are planted firmly in you, and because of you I know goodness and love. To say that you are my (7/9)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

Shoring up done. Thank you for the heads up.

[Hamlet, The Dane @cheeruphamlet]

Dear followers and friends, please see my previous retweet. This cannot be an isolated problem. It would me smart for anyone who has an account of any sort, especially an inactive one to shore it up security wise, because the hackers chose an account that was left inactive.

[Tristan of Lothian @orrahk_dzorr]

A fellow RPer has had their account hacked and taken over by NFT bullshit disseminators. Everyone please keep watch on your accounts, shore them up, change passwords. Especially the ones that you have left fallow for a while. #RP #Roleplay #HackedAccount #NFT

[Galath de Corbenic @Sir_Gwalchavad]

This is just sad. And rude.

[Hamlet, The Dane @cheeruphamlet]

Dear followers and friends, please see my previous retweet. This cannot be an isolated problem. It would me smart for anyone who has an account of any sort, especially an inactive one to shore it up security wise, because the hackers chose an account that was left inactive.

[Gawain_Bors @Gawain_Bors]

This account has been hacked. Gawain_Bors is an RP account owned by ME, and obviously stolen by someone so decidedly lazy that they could not be arsed to make their damn account.
#HackedAccount
Thanks asshole.

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

in line. “One more word ‘bout my wife an’ I’m puttin’ on me fightin bikini!” (3/3)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

(Roderick puffs up, looking defensive) “Ya, I’m married, so wha’ business it is ov yours?! You best not be messin’ wit my wife!” (Yanked to the side as Roderick tries to bulldog over to the others, still semi ranting, he clings and tugs along with Karsten to keep big bro (2/3)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

(His features become round and overly buoyant, his sandy hair shaking as he nods, giving a huge thumbs up and a hiccup. Karsten chortles) “MARRIED? JAAAA, I’m a married man! I’m SOOO married, to that precious peach in the front row, RIIIIIGHT there! Heeeej Sweetness!” (1/3)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

(His long arms are slung about the shoulders of his big brother and best friend, the lot them perhaps sliiiightly in their cups from the festival wine. Karsten is engaged in a rowdy rendition of the three best friends song as the other men come upon them)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

(The three drunkenly giggle snort into their mugs of mulled wine, as he meows the first bars of "soft kitty")

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

@AllButAGhost deal from both. Miles will be heading back with Karsten to fetch the Kitsons and Shelbournes here. Roderick will be headed up towards your office shortly. I'm...nervous but more excited about tonight. Thank you, Father. I hope to make you proud. Dashiell." (2/2)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

@AllButAGhost (He receives the message over a mug of mulled wine with Roderick, Miles and Karsten in tow, the offer well recieved with ceramic clinking and growls of contentment. Before taking his place on the hay bale again, he jots off) "I'm pleased to say you've got a (1/2)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

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[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

boyhood dreams even had an inkling of achieving) (3/3)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

upon Lord Hamlet's new stage. Mira, in her joy and pride at his conveyance, hung about his neck extensively as he promised her and the children seats in the front row. In a few hours, he would be playing for Helsingør, King and country. Something he could never in his (2/3)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

(Perched upon the terraced hay bales at the garden's entrance, he deftly plucks the beginning strains of a song, flashing the warmth of a smile at all coming and going through the gates. This is merely a warm up, for he received the honor of honors to be the very first (1/3)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

ever in my heart in this portait. My flower of May, my summer beauty, ripened into my harvest bride." (4/4)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

hue stolen from petal or pigment, often both to my enamoured delight. I will move aside the sun, and be as its rays that kissed thine ivory skin to delicate gold over these warm expanses, and will, when summer lets down her auburn locks to match her autumn gown, paint thee (3/4)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

the secret groves of o'er spilled hair. I read her skies within thine own wide open eyes, page after page, the passing clouds spell that this time is sweet and fleet in twain, and that I must capture each and every moment of thy face framed by green. Sometime daubed with (2/4)

[Dashiell Riddles @DashiellRiddles]

(He pens this poem in neat, sweeping script: "To Mira. Summer lazes yet, expands her limbs to stretch as much she can like a long, satisifed yawn across the green expanse of clovered lawn. As much as thee, she spreads her beauty there, morning glories tucked as jewels into (1/4)