still a butt
yeah says the real butt

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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EXPECTATIONS
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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The Stonewall Inn
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NASA
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@boywiththeredeyes
still a butt
yeah says the real butt
My muse is pregnant but doesn't know it yet. Your muse has read all the signs and worked it out, but now has to break the news to mine.
...My muse disappears and was announced dead, after a few months. But, five years later, they appear on your doorstep. What's your reaction?
Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee
Sickness
Ambedo stumbled along the alley way. He let out a weak grunt, breathing heavily in pants. He was sweating, never feeling so warm before, despite how cool and nice it was in the outside air. He slumped, feeling dizzy, and he was seeing figures moving in the shadows, their eyes gleaming, despite the fact he was alone.
He slumped down to the ground, tugging at his shirt, hair shoved back from his face, before the rough coughs began, his body aching all over at the rough things, before the noticed the speck of blood in his hand. He suppressed a violent shudder, dialing in his phone quickly, and listened to it ring.
"Hey.. I-I need help.. Please.." He rasped out, shivering.
Magic Anon: Ambedo is deathly ill until the end of January and slowly dying.
[YOO most def good. i'll make a starter.]
M!A Human | Ambedo & Emile
Ambedo blinked, tilting his head a little, and forced the others head up to look at him, eyes gentle. āHey. Hey, donāt do that, okay? No tears, not on my watch. If you arenāt Winchester anymore, than who are you, huh?ā He whispered, and hugged the other tightly, slipping to his knees in front of theĀ other, pressing a slight kiss to his hair, feeling oddly protective.
Ā Ā Ā āāEmile let out a shaky breath, hesitantly wrapping his arms around his friend before murmuring, āā¦Emile. My original name isā¦Emile.ā It was strange to say that again, he hadnāt used his birth name in thousands of years. His grip tightened around his friend when he felt it again.
Ā Ā Ā āAmbedo, it hurts,ā he whimpered. āMake it stop,Ā please.ā
Ambedo's eyes grew wide with such a gentleness. Slowly he pulled away to allow enough room to look at the others body, hand pressing lightly to certain spots along his torso, and then chest.
"Tell me where it hurts, Emile, okay?" He whispered, voice almost a plea to help the other, thinking saying the male's name with his thick accent sounded a tad odd.
Your muse walks in on mine laying in bed shirtless and has bruises, open wounds and gashes all over them and hasnt been heard from all day. How does yours react?
/ u look like a butt u butt
Reblog this with your mun and muses height
Mun: 4'11 Muse: 4'11 F - 5'8 M
Your muse walks in on mine undressing. How does yours react?
M!A Human | Ambedo & Emile
Ambedo blinked down at the man, before kneeling down to his level, raising his head up. ā..Winchester.. is that you in there?ā He murmured quietly, cheeks a tad rosy from the cold air, his thumb rubbing the others tears away unknowingly.
"What happened, did you eat a bad bite?" He murmured gently, eyes worried for his companion.
Ā Ā Ā āā«āā¦itās gone,ā Emile whimpered, refusing to look at Ambedoās eyes. āThe voices in my head, the biomass, the name, everything, itās allĀ gone." His voice was getting into a ridiculous desperate wail as it all finally sunk in.
Ā Ā Ā āAm, itās not me in here; itĀ isĀ me, the original!āĀ
Ambedo blinked, tilting his head a little, and forced the others head up to look at him, eyes gentle. "Hey. Hey, don't do that, okay? No tears, not on my watch. If you aren't Winchester anymore, than who are you, huh?" He whispered, and hugged the other tightly, slipping to his knees in front of theĀ other, pressing a slight kiss to his hair, feeling oddly protective.
āā«Emile kept his head down, unsure of what exactly he was experiencing. Heād never had feelings before, he didnāt know what anger, happiness, or any of those things were. Or how to describe them or tell them apart. But one thing was for sure was that he was crying. At first he was a bit...
Ambedo blinked down at the man, before kneeling down to his level, raising his head up. "..Winchester.. is that you in there?" He murmured quietly, cheeks a tad rosy from the cold air, his thumb rubbing the others tears away unknowingly.
"What happened, did you eat a bad bite?" He murmured gently, eyes worried for his companion.
It's a shitty doodle but
drunk night of sex yeah
send my muse one of these:
"I hope youāre happy."
"I canāt believe you talked me in to this."
"I have an ideaā¦"
"What the hell did you do?"
"Did you do this?"
"You look better in that than I did."
"Is it supposed to do that?"
"Iām pretty sure I like you."
"Iām pretty sure I donāt like you."
"How do I do this?"
"Why are you taking so long?"
"Have you seen my pants?"
"Was it something I said?"
"Can you zip me up?"
"I love yooo-ur hair."
Send one to see how my muse reacts.
"Thereās nowhere we can hide."
"Donāt get too close."
"Maybe I should kill myself."
"Iām not listening."
"No one can hurt you now."
"Who do you think you are?"
"Youāre gonna catch a cold."
"I wish that you would just leave."
"I love the way you laugh."
"A little evil goes a long, long way."
"Drink the wine."
"Maybe we could stick around for one more drink."
"Hereās to us."
"The last few days have kicked my ass."
"Nothing lasts forever."
"I donāt know what went wrong."
"I donāt need you here."
"Did I fall asleep?"
"I will not die."
"Iāll wait here for you."
"I feel numb."
"Deal with it."
"I donāt care."
"I hate the way I love you."
"I have no regrets."
"I love you too much to hide you."
"I didnāt kill anybody."
"There is no God."
"All monsters are human."
"You look beautiful, but you donāt look fine."
"Youāre a liar and a cheat."
"Why do you think Iām here?"
"Crap, are you pregnant?"
"This is just perfect."
"Youāve done enough already."
"Do you know about the box?"
Š¼Ļ Ī·āĪ±Ī·Ń || Open
{ ā } Ā āāWelcome tāBurger King. How may I take your order?āĀ
He stands behind the counter a little awkwardly, giving a genuine smile. His fingers tap at the marble countertops before he cocks his head a little to the left in question.Ā
"Might I suggest the #1?"
The small male raised an eyebrow at the boy, blond hair messy and everywhere, before shifting his head to the side. "How about some coffee, huh?" He purred out, voice thick with a Russian accent.
He dug in his pocket for his wallet, though when he opened it, his id was old- old as in a couple of decades for someone who looked 19.
Leave one of these compliments in my askbox for my muse's reaction
"You're cute."
"You're adorable."
"You're sexy."
"You're so graceful."
"You're so strong."
"You're so smart."
"You're so confusing, in a good way."
"I like your face."
"I like your body."
"You've got a cute butt."
"You're a good writer."
"You're good with kids."
"You're a good cook."
"You're my hero."
"You take my breath away."
"You're awesome."
"You look good in that."
"You are so much fun."
"You're so kind."
"You come up with the best plans."
"I'm so glad to know you."
"I'd date you."
"I'd marry you."
"You're so cuddly."
"If I were on a deserted island, I'd want to be with you."
"You make me feel safe."
"You make me feel confident."
"You make me feel sexy."