#;; Gideon Rutherford

[samar-sehgal]

@mobscene-awards Reaction: Man Of The Year

Upon hearing Gideon’s name called as the winner, Samar took a look down at the watch on his wrist, and frowned.

“Just how boring a year was it?”

#london awards 2023 #reaction #gideon rutherford #sorry for the lateness! bahaha! :D

[trentonsimblr]

AN: My Valentine's Day post...better late than never lol. Not the most lovey dovey post but it's still fitting...ish....hehe. We will be briefly meeting Gideon and his wife in the mini series. Also, the mini-series is in the home stretch...return date is still TBD.

#ts4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 legacy #the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr #royal sims 4 #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal story #ts4 royal simblr #ts4 royal family #ts4 storytelling #sims 4 screenshots #the sims #trenton extras #sim: eleanor rutherford #sim: Gideon Devereux

[scarfacemarston]

Dragon Age Accents

So, I was curious, Are the character's accents meant to be the in-universe accents, or are they just the character's accents / voices? Ex: Gideon Emery spent a lot of time in South Africa, but he doesn't necessarily add that to his performance.....or does he? Fenris is always speaking in a second language because common trade is not his primary language, which wows me every time I think of it. What do you think is the closest to the real life accent if he existed? Tevene people like Danarius and Dorian sound completely different so one could HC just different parts of Tevinter. Plus, people sound different in the various race and classes. Perhaps a better example. Screw Greg Ellis - but Cullen is from Honnleath / very near it. It's a humble village/farming community. Someone once suggested midlands for Cullen. Realistically, he probably had that accent that he may have grown out of in favor for a different accent as he grew with the templars eventually speaking as we hear him in the games. What do you all hc? Some his original Honnleath accent coming out? I like the hc that it's sometimes there. As for the templars, they're from all over, but in a formal organization with education from a young age, that might have changed. I'm not sure. My accent changed over time. What IRL English equivalent would you give that? My other two examples: If I understand correctly, Alistair was raised by Arl Eamon until Isolde threw a fit and he was taken care of by some of the servants. Would he have a combination of a "higher class and working class" Ferelden? This would also potentially change over time with templar education. Not everyone is influenced by attending school away from home or training, but it's more likely as a child. Finally, Morrigan has hardly been around anyone except for Flemeth. She should sound extremely similar to Flemeth rather than her own dialect, right? Or does a person create their own over time?

#dragon age #dragon age fenris #fenris dragon age #cullen rutherford #alistair theirin #morrigan dragon age #gideon emery #dragon age alistair #dragon age morrigan

[ayda--demir]

Ayda: you are somewhere safe?

#text: gideon rutherford #after party #event.mobawards2024 #post plot drop

[ceceliaahathaway]

@drrutherford Event: A favour Dated: 19th of March, 2024 Location: Some complete dive of a place, Hackney

She was going to need a Tetanus shot. "Oh, hi. Yes.. a table--" No? She watched as the man gave her a bit of side-eye before walking back over to his group of friends. Okay, so he wasn't a waiter and this was one of those sit down wherever the heck you want kind of bars. Right-o. Here goes. The blonde, currently supporting one of her daughter's crop tops (assimilate or they'll eat you alive, Hathaway), made her way to the back of the bar, and situated herself in front of a small candle and plastic menu. Heavens! What the hell was a deep fried Snickers!? No, no she'd stick to beer tonight. Yes, beer. Believe it or not, Cece (at least back in her College days) used to be a regular at places just like this back in the States. Of course it had been years since she'd brought a glass without a stem to her mouth in public, but whatever.. she'd rather do that than risk the chance of one of her friend's seeing her with Gideon Rutherford.

Truth be told, if she hadn't been on her own personal penitence journey, she probably wouldn't have sent a text to a number she still wasn't quite sure why she hadn't deleted yet. Not that she held any animosity for the man who didn't seem to carry a piece of clothing outside of the navy, olive, grey rainbow. It was just Rutherford wasn't a name she wanted too many dealings with. Of course, she did know Gideon. They were, uh? Acquaintances? Yeah, that was a name that could work. It wasn't like she was stretching out her hand to just any old Rutherford. Plus this wasn't really about Gideon, but his child. Save the Children and all that jazz.

She took up her hand bag, getting ready to pay the barkeep who'd place the pint in front her (one for Gideon too), but he waved her away. Oh, a tab... how homey. Taking a sip she savoured the taste of hops, before she settled her cold glass back down on the table and started to sway softly to the music. This wasn't too bad. There was even a row of pool tables just a few feet away. She'd always been good at pool. Something about posture, delicate precision and uh, ruthless ambition, yes that was it. Lifting her head at the sight of Gideon's ruffled hair (God did he really not own a single hair brush?), Cece waved him over to her table, "I hope you're an IPA, man."

#communicating via story #with gideon rutherford

[cassandra-acton]

@drrutherford Time: post-ceremony.

"Does this mean we're basically Prom Queen and Prom King? Except I'm way hotter than teenage me, and you're somehow more tragic than teenage you? No, I won't be dancing with you later. I don't trust you won't grab my ass."

#conversation: gideon rutherford #lmaooo i'm sorry #this translates as: congratulations ♥ #event: 2024awards

[milaxkorshunova]

Awards After Party @drrutherford

"Would now be a good time to take you up on that drink you promised? You certainly seem like you could use one."

#c: gideon rutherford #[ event : awards 2024 ] #-- after party

[amaroadriana]

@drrutherford

"Here, I got you some food. Eat." She grinned, giving him a back of the Arabic Mcdonald's that she had ordered especially for him. "You looked like you needed some because you actually look like you've seen a ghost or something. You didn't drink stuff you can't handle right?"

#;; gideon rutherford #;; event ; dubai #;; you ddont need to reply hahah

[leylayilmazx]

Text @drrutherford

Leyla: :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

#;; gideon rutherford

[nora-berkeley]

@drrutherford [text]

Nora: Most Successful Man of the Year. 🥳 Nora: Those I can rally behind (don't tell Charlie) Nora: Not sure about the other one, though. Think we need to get onto the ophthalmology department.

#text: gideon rutherford

[gianna-palazzolo]

@drrutherford​ Dated: 2/6/23. Location: The Empire Hotel, London.

To say she had a great many hesitations about accepting her uncle’s invitation that afternoon was an understatement. Not because she didn’t wish to spend time with him, of course; Emilio was a busy man, and she would take the opportunities, often few and far between, where she could find them. But stepping into one of the Rutherford family’s best-known establishments seemed risky business given her newest affiliations, and the volatile state the city had found itself thrown into of late.

Gianna knew, in spite of the fact he didn’t hold a title like Vidal did, Emilio was one of Johnathan’s most trusted confidants, and as such, though he didn’t feel the need to expand on the finer details of his relationship with the family, his standing was not insignificant. The way the others treated him spoke volumes. The way he spoke of them, more so. Yet still, she hadn’t expected the connections to run so deep that he took pause from the conversation at their table when Vidal had pointed out someone walking by, to greet Gideon Rutherford of all people.

Gianna wondered, did he know his father personally?

The brunette’s eyes lifted from her almost finished drink—the very thing she’d hoped would cue her departure at any minute—and caught sight of the familiar face in an instant. He seemed to be alone, and likely, hadn’t come here looking to be hailed over by a handful of his father’s lieutenants enjoying a late lunch. This wasn’t exactly how she would’ve chosen to broach the topic of her family’s involvement with his, should it have arisen if they’d crossed paths again...

Most of the greeting she attempted to tactfully ignore. Until:

“My sister, María, and my niece, Gianna,” he gestured toward them, too proud of a family man to miss an opportunity to introduce his own to one he clearly revered.

Great...

The woman acknowledged him with a tentative smile. “We may have met.”

#don't feel the need to match length #just scene setting and context xo #BUT HERE YOU GO HOPE IT'S OK #conversation: gideon rutherford

[spencerberkeley]

@drrutherford [text]

Spencer: Are you free at any point this week? Spencer: I feel like perhaps we should talk.

#i'm just formatting it like this right off the bat because it'll fuck up anyway #text: gideon rutherford #HARK #he's finally done being a bitch?!?!

[lararutherford]

@Gideon. [text]

Lara: Choked on a Pop-Tart this morning. Aggressively. My life flashed before my eyes.

Lara: Again.

Lara: Miss you. Please roll your eyes at me for discussing my near perpetual state of almost-death with an infuriatingly blasé tone. Just so I know you're okay.

Lara: 🖤

#text: gideon rutherford

[nerdasaurus1200]

Here’s grown up versions of Rapunzel’s fanon cousins!

#tts #rta #tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #my art #analise #gideon #jimmy rutherford carver

[ayda--demir]

Text | @drrutherford

Ayda: This is me checking on you. Ayda: I know it's been a few weeks since. Ayda: I was wondering if you were free for lunch. Ayda: There are a couple things I wanted to share with you.

#text: gideon rutherford #12/04/2024 #//definitely doing after ramadan so she can eat lunch

[ceceliaahathaway]

@drrutherford Event: A Murder Mystery Party (with a special guest star: Cecelia's blackmailer) Dated: 20th of April, 2024 Location: The Van Duyn Estate (mutual friends)

You are cordially invited... The words danced elegantly across the cream-coloured card held delicately between Cece's fingers as she arrived at the imposing gates of the Van Duyn estate. The air was thick with anticipation, and a subtle breeze rustled the leaves of the towering oak trees that lined the winding driveway.

Cece took a moment to admire the grandeur of her surroundings before tucking the invitation and character card into her evening bag. Tonight, she would step into the shoes of Renee Holliday, once a dazzling star of the vaudeville stage and now a renowned American film actress. The role seemed like a perfect fit for her natural charm and theatrical flair. And she had researched it throughly.

Renee was precisely how Cece envisioned herself in the 1930s - successful, an artist, and married to a promising director. But why was she currently in London? She found herself there shooting a film, directed and written by her new husband. Of course, her marital ties weren't the reason why she'd secured the role. Renee had earned the gig due to her ability to steal a scene and perform a handstand on a moving elephant.

She was a star. So, naturally, both she and her husband had been extended invitations to one of London's most renowned annual parties. Speaking of her husband, she'd yet to meet the man who'd play her consort tonight. Would it be too much to ask that he wore black tie and knew how to make a good Marsala Martini? Cece had her fingers and toes crossed.

The doors swung open to reveal a scene straight out of a Hollywood film set. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the opulent foyer, while the sound of laughter and lively conversation filled the air. Cece's heart fluttered with excitement as she stepped into the midst of the glamorous crowd, her eyes scanning the room for familiar faces. "Ah, Miss--" She raised an eyebrow, lifting her newly blinged out ring finger, "Ah Mrs Holiday, so glad you managed to find us. May I take your coat."

"You may." She was greeted with smiles and nods of recognition as she mingled with the other guests, each one a character in their own right. The atmosphere crackled with intrigue and excitement, and Cece couldn't shake the feeling that tonight would be one to remember.

"Oh, Mrs Holiday, I'm sure I don't have to introduce you to your husband." With a laugh already escaping her lips, she turned around eagerly, prepared to meet the man with whom she'd have the pleasure of solving a murder tonight. Oh, undoubtedly, she was determined to win, she wouldn't have dragged herself away from Happy and her pint of Ben and Jerry's otherwise. "I don't—" She stopped mid-sentence, her laughter fading as her eyes met his. It seemed almost too good to be true. Gideon Rutherford, dressed in a suit... for the second time... in less than thirty days. "Now, now, sweetheart, my glass is empty. You know I'd only trust you to get my Marsala just right."

Just then, as the lights flickered and a scream pierced the air, Cece instinctively grabbed Gideon's hand, squeezing it tightly—pure theatrics, of course. When the lights came back on, a collective gasp followed by another scream echoed through the room. There, in a heap on the floor, lay Mrs. Van Duyn, lifeless. Cece's knees wobbled, and she leaned against Gideon's chest, feigning a half-faint. "Oh, darling… How dreadful…" She managed to compose herself, knowing she had to. With the news that the police couldn't be reached due to the power outage and that this murder wouldn't be the last, it was up to them, the guests, to seek justice for Mrs. Van Duyn. Locking eyes with Gideon, Cece took charge as the room began to clear. "Darling shall we investigate the library for clues?"

#i know this is in poor taste considering an 'actual' murder just took place #but in all fairness cece doesn't really care much for them #she also needs some idk distraction she's in the denial stage #hi ho #communicating via story #with gideon rutherford