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Before you give up on anything just ask yourself.
/what would Brian Boitano do/
Our muses go out drinking together, send me a → to find out what happens
One or both of our muses will…
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He isn't shocked by Kenny's sudden idea for a strip club.
He had long since given up trying to talk the blonde out of anything and so he just stood by and waited for chaos to ensue.
Why
The words had him sputtering and covering his reddened cheeks with his own gloved hands before he shot a glare at Kenny. "Dude, can we not?" He asked after his friend finished, the embarrassment obvious as he squirmed a bit. "My ass is not a port, Kenny. That's just weird." He frowned, gaze narrowing. "We will get to it in due time." He remarked now, turning away again.
KYYYYYYYYLE BRO HOW'S IT GOIN? YOU AND STAN FUCK YET?
….. Was that Kenny? And what the FUCK WAS WITH THAT QUESTION? A small huff, a turn of the cheek before he looked down. “….No.”
“Well, you gotta hurry up, right? Don’t want your dick to shrivel up." A pause, and Kenny thought for a moment. "—Actually, considering it’s probably your ass in the air, hurry before Stan’s dick shrivels up!" Nice Bro Kenny is here to help his friends.
im alive.
gonna work on refollowing the ml soon
and get him active.... soon
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KYYYYYYYYLE BRO HOW'S IT GOIN? YOU AND STAN FUCK YET?
….. Was that Kenny? And what the FUCK WAS WITH THAT QUESTION? A small huff, a turn of the cheek before he looked down. “….No.”
Sorry I've been semi-inactive, a lot of stuff has been happening in real life for me and it's not good.
i'll be around on here, Shinka, and Yosafire soon, though, I promise!
a small goodbye!
Hello, everyone! Charlotte here, aka your loyal Smorzando Mod.
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Goodbye
Due to some personal issues and the fact I feel quite overwhelmed and uncertain modding for such a huge (but absolutely incredible) group, I’m dropping as a mod, and also my characters. It’s been an honour to have been here since the very start of Kerria Academy and to have had the chance to roleplay with you all. Thank you to everyone who made this time worthwhile, to the mods, and to the friends I’ve made.
Salutes and kisses everyone’s cheeks. (That’s a lot of kisses.)
☾gz mod out.
NEW SOCCER CLUB ADVISOR APP!
So, Shishio-sensei has left! Thank you for all your hard work, Shishio-sensei, and you’ve got all our best wishes as you move on to better things.
Anyway, we know everyone’s really busy from the beach (I hope I don’t get sand in my tablet, actually…. I’m typing this from here too…) but with Shishio-sensei gone, we need a new advisor for the soccer club!
Uhm, I don’t think we’re disbanded immediately if we don’t have one but it’s easier to organize beach soccer if we do, so…. If you’re a teacher and this is a position that you’d be interested in, please submit the following form.
Name:
Class:
Reason(s) for applying:
That’s everything! Thank you for your time. Minna-san, please remember your sunblock too and have fun!
— K.I
(An OOC note: put funny shit in your “reasons for application” section, and we’ll publish them! I mean, also probably deny the application too, but take that as a challenge to see how funny you can be. You may also submit one of these as a student as well if you feel like being a clown! So long as we actually do manage to get a new advisor when all’s said and done, it’s all good!)
Tiki Hut.
The corners of Stan’s mouth quirked. He could always rely on Kyle to be the responsible one. And if that ever fell through, Kyle could rely on Stan to take up the role.
He let out a quiet grunt when Kyle slid down into his lap. It wasn’t from the sudden drop; really, he was used to the other boy’s weight. Stan just wasn’t prepared for how they pressed together, through the thin fabric of a swimsuit and nothing more.
Regardless, he caught the red-head around the waist and leaned into the kiss, giving an unspoken answer in return. He rubbed circles into Kyle’s hips using his thumbs and nipped at his bottom lip with a small smirk.
Kyle startled himself when he realized what he had done but he wasn't ready to back out. The small grunt that left the older teens lips was signal for him to keep going, or that's what he thought of it as, and so he pressed a bit closer when the arms wrapped around his naked waist.
He had momentarily forgotten they were in nothing but swimsuits and the feeling of the thin fabric between them had his cheeks heating up again. He let out his own groan when his lip was nipped at, squirming a bit.
He leaned in and deepened the kiss after he got more comfortable, arms draping more so around Stan's neck as he let his tongue dance playfully along the other teens lips before he pulled back some, green hues finding blue ones.
They couldn't go further, not in this area, there would be other people showing up soon. "You can always calm me down." He mumbled softly and let out a laugh before he nuzzled their noses together softly and leaned back some.
"So, swimming?" He asked, although he really wanted to keep going.
Tiki Hut.
He nodded as he finished up Kyle’s back, then realized he couldn’t see him. “Yeah, I got it.” Stan hefted the bag of sunscreen over the ginger’s shoulder and dropped it in his lap.
"I almost didn’t. I can’t believe I slept through my fucking alarm." Stan squinted in the dim lighting of the tiki hut and moved in front of his friend. He opened the bag in Kyle’s lap and pulled out a less-strong tube of blocker, then settled onto his knees. Then, he reached out with a gentle hand and wrapped his fingers around Kyle’s ankle, to set his foot on the lower boy’s thigh.
Stan prayed that it was dark enough to hide the start of a blush on his cheeks as he started to spray the different kind of blocker on Kyle’s legs. In the back of his mind, ‘on his knees’, he imagined something a little less innocent. Fucking hormones.
Kyle smiled and nodded at the others words, green hues lighting up a bit more. He was glad that he had followed behind Stan and came here, it gave them more chances to be together for a bit longer. "I would've woken you up if I had to." He remarked, catching the bag.
As the taller teen moved in front of him, he hid his face a bit in the darkness of the hut, hiding his own blush. He watched the other male closely, trying to hide his own dirty thoughts and instead focusing on biting his lip and rubbing the sunblock over his own arms and chest. When he was done he made sure to get his stomach, not leaving all of the work to Stan.
After they were done, he beamed before he found himself moved from the bench, legs wrapping around either side of the taller boy. Leaning down a bit, he pressed their lips together in a soft manner, his way of thanks and because they were alone.
I’m Style trash ;_;
Friends VS Best Friends
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Tiki Hut.
Kenny had plans.
"Hey hey. What’s a little semen between friends? But alright alright. Be a stick in the mud."
Kenny always had plans.
"There is a lot to that statement and we are out in a public area." He grumbled some before standing up and scooting from the hut with a stretch of limbs. "Yea, yea, stick in the mud, right. So, ocean?" He asked, looking around.
This conversation was going nowhere, and he was bored.
Tiki Hut.
Stan snorted. “Yeah, but I’d never get close enough to him to do this.” The very thought of spreading sunscreen across the bully’s shoulder-blades the way he’s doing for Kyle vaguely sickens him.
His palms sank lower down his friends back as he hummed a little.
"That’s what friends are for." The blue-eyed boy sent a little smile down at the other boy. "Sorry about the swimsuit. I honestly had a decent one set out, I was just rushing to get here and I forgot it." Kyle still looked pretty nice in the leopard one. All things considered.
"That is true. I am sorry to say, dude, if you ever did this for him, I would disown you." The words were casual but serious, especially since Kyle also knew Stan hated Cartman just as much as he did. Nodding at both sets of words, he decided to simply close his eyes and lean in to the warm hands that were spreading cold sunblock on his back.
"When you get done can you help with my legs while I do my stomach?" He asked, looking at Stan again. He wanted to get done so he could change and they could go have some fun. Not that he minded being alone in this small hut with his best friend. He wouldn't admit out loud, though, that his small crush was still blossoming, especially since he was terrified of losing the noirette.
"It's fine, about the swimsuit, dude. I'm just glad you woke up." He chuckled.