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So after a lot of thought, I’ve decided not to delete this blog, but it will no longer be active. If you’d like to continue roleplaying with me, I have a new blog right here that’s gonna be active a few days throughout the week. If you’d still like to interact with Brandon, message me and we’ll work something out.
Hello all.
I have reached a decision to delete this blog, along with my other roleplay blogs. I have plenty more important things to take care of in my life right now, and unfortunately I’ve let roleplaying and tumblr in general get in the way of those things. I rarely ever get on my roleplay blogs anyways, so I guess it won’t be too much of a loss. If you wanna keep in contact with me and keep interacting with Brandon then message me and I’ll give you my Skype name. I’ll reblog this a few more times over the course of the next couple of days before I delete this blog for those of you that may have missed this the first time around.
It’s been fun the past few years, but I think it’s time to end this phase of my life and start somewhere new and fresh. Thanks for understanding.
Hello all.
I have reached a decision to delete this blog, along with my other roleplay blogs. I have plenty more important things to take care of in my life right now, and unfortunately I’ve let roleplaying and tumblr in general get in the way of those things. I rarely ever get on my roleplay blogs anyways, so I guess it won’t be too much of a loss. If you wanna keep in contact with me and keep interacting with Brandon then message me and I’ll give you my Skype name. I’ll reblog this a few more times over the course of the next couple of days before I delete this blog for those of you that may have missed this the first time around.
It’s been fun the past few years, but I think it’s time to end this phase of my life and start somewhere new and fresh. Thanks for understanding.
☀ obviously lololol
“You’re not too shabby yourself...for Mayor of Uglyville, that is.”
Mason could only nod his head at Brandon’s question, looking quite pitiful as he did so. “B-But Puddin’ Pooooop” he whined as his head hit the couch cushion, pouting as he watched the other walk away. Though he couldn’t stop himself from staring at his ass because holy shit, was it a nice ass. “You’re so mean!” he yelled as he finally got off the couch with a huff, following the other into the kitchen and burying his face in his back as he came up behind him, letting out a tiny giggle as he did so.
Brandon found himself chuckling as he heard Mason whining from a distance. How pathetically cute. “And you’re just now realizing this?” he called back as he opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, popping the cap off on the edge of the counter, much like he did before. Taking a swig of the alcoholic beverage, he then grabbed himself some bread and peanut butter and got to work on making himself a peanut butter sandwich. The sudden pressure on his back took him by surprise, but he didn’t mind it, finding Mason’s shenanigans to be highly amusing. “I hate to break it to you, but that won’t cure your headache either,” he mused as he folded his sandwich in half and took a bite of it before turning around and holding it out for the other to take a bite as well.
send me ☀ if your muse finds mine attractive
“Puddin’ Pop!” Mason whined as he flopped on the couch and rested his head in Brandon’s lap. “I’ve got a headache and the only cure is lots of kisses and pampering from my Puddin’ Pop,” he claimed as he pooched his bottom lip out in a pout.
“Is that so?” Brandon asked as he looked down at Mason when his head landed on his lap. “How unfortunate, but it’s a Friday night and the doctor’s not in right now,” he teased with a smug grin as he stood up only to let the other’s head plop down onto the couch before he made his way toward the kitchen.
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2013 // Oliver Sykes
hey y’all, I’m back like I said I would be
unfortunately, however, I won’t be doing replies tonight and will only be roleplaying with one person
I’ve been having really bad anxiety over a presentation I have to do for my Interpersonal Communications class on Wednesday and it’s a biggie
it’s bedtime y’all
I’m a v busy person, plus I have other RP accounts to manage so it’ll be a couple days before I return
hopefully I should be back by Friday night
goodnight!
“No, I…” Jojo started, finding the words catching in her throat. She remembered how people stared at her, like she was a leper. “I was in the same situation a while ago. It… I get it, it sucks. Oh, we’re here.” She motioned to the small Wendy’s.
“Oh...um, I’m sorry,” Brandon said softly as he scratched at the back of his head. He wasn’t even sure if he had ever met anyone else that had an experience with homelessness. As sad as it was, he was even too ashamed to go to any of the soup kitchens nearby. “If you don’t mind me asking, how exactly did you end up homeless?” His stomach growled as soon as his eyes landed on the Wendy’s building, indicating just how hungry he really was. “God, I almost forgot Wendy’s existed,” he mentioned with a light chuckle.
It was crazy for Mason to think that he went from barely having sex at all to having sex almost every single day after he had met Brandon. He was sure the other male was enjoying all the sex too since he claimed that it had been years since he had sex on their first date. But while the sex was good, sometimes it got to be too much, and he was honestly glad he didn’t let sex ensue this time because he realized just how worn out he was. Maybe something would happen later that night, but for now, he just wanted to rest a little bit. “Suuure you didn’t, Brandon, suuuure you didn’t. You better not, I’ll fuck you up,” he playfully threatened as he let out a content sigh, happy to be laying down and relaxing with the other. “Then it’s settled, you’ll stay with me every single night.” he was about to suggest that Brandon move in with him, but he decided to be a little more subtle about it, not wanting to risk catching him off guard. Feeling the other male’s hands slide up and down his back, he began to hum, relaxing under his touch. “We should definitely do that, I’m feeling a bit hungry right now anyways.”
Brandon’s hands continued to run up and down on Mason’s back, adding a bit of pressure to work out the tension in his muscles. It appeared as though the other carried a lot more weight on his shoulders than he let show. “I’m not making any promises. Besides, wouldn’t it be better to just fuck me instead of fucking me up?” he questioned as he let out an amused laugh. A thick silence fell in the room when Mason mentioned that he would stay with him every night. As much as Brandon hoped and prayed that it was an open invitation for him to move in, he didn’t want to just assume. He wanted more than anything to move in with Mason, because for once in his life, he felt like he had a home and someone he genuinely cared about to share it with. The Stranger had other plans for him though. “I guess that means I should gather my belongings and bring them here...right?” he questioned in a light tone, his tattooed hands coming to rest on the other’s shoulders, squeezing and kneading them. “Let’s head out then. I’m so hungry I could eat a fucking horse,” he stated as he rolled off of Mason and then the bed, instantly scanning the room for his shoes.
Lady GaGa - Do What U Want [Feat. R. Kelly] [2013] [Prod. By Blair & Lady Gaga]
My muse can not lie for 24 hours. Ask them questions to get the truth out of them
It was more than worth it when he smiled; he was young, and he didn’t seem dangerous. Shit happened, Jojo knew that better than anyone. “Please, don’t be sorry about it,” Jojo said as she resumed her walk to the restaurant. “Really, I understand better than most.”
It wasn’t often that Brandon came across people this kind, so he was beyond grateful for her generosity. If only more people in the world were like her, maybe he wouldn’t be homeless and starving. “You do?” he asked as he walked alongside her. “Do you know someone else who’s homeless?”
It seemed like his plan was working, something of which he was very happy about. Though he wouldn’t lie, he felt a little guilty when he saw that look on Brandon’s face. This was all part of his plan, however, he had to remind himself of that. They’d get to have floor sex on another day, but today, he just wanted to keep teasing the other. Maybe it would lead to sex in the bedroom, who knows. And although it was part of his revenge plot, he did start to feel little bit of a headache come on, but he was sure it would go away shortly. “Sorry, Puddin’ Pop, but you caused my headache,” Mason teased, hoping Brandon would know that he didn’t mean that in a mean way, that he was only playing around. He was only inches away from the bedroom when he felt the other male’s weight on his back, causing him to giggle uncontrollably. “I never said you couldn’t join me, you doofus. But if it’s illegal in all fifty states, then I guess that means you’ll have to lay down with me every night,” he pointed out as he walked into his bedroom and towards his bed, flopping down on top of it with Brandon still on his back, causing him to grunt loudly. It was his fault though, he knew the other male was still on his back.
It wasn’t like Brandon couldn’t live without sex, but he had been getting turned on and was expecting at least a little bit of foreplay. They had been fucking each other like rabbits ever since their first date, so now whenever things would get a little too close and personal between them, Brandon immediately expected sex to ensue. He could understand why Mason wasn’t in the mood to get down and dirty at that moment, especially since that was a lot of what their time consisted of. They needed to take a break every once in awhile, otherwise they would end up getting bored far too quickly. “Hey, I didn’t do it on purpose. If you want me to really give you a headache then I can make that happen no problem,” he claimed as they went crashing down onto the bed, letting out a small ‘oof’ once the impact was made. “I wouldn’t have any issues with that. I like laying down with you at night,” he admitted in a soft tone as he sat up, straddling the other’s backside as his hands started to slide up and down on his back. “So...if you’ve got too much of a ‘headache’ to have sex, then what do you say about taking a walk to that old ‘50s diner in town and grabbing a bite to eat?”
