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"As you can see its Happy Hour at the moment so I don't want to hear anything that might kill the moment. If you think it won't affect me please sit and tell me whats on your mind."

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"As you can see its Happy Hour at the moment so I don't want to hear anything that might kill the moment. If you think it won't affect me please sit and tell me whats on your mind."
Trick or Treat
Mouth-to-Mouth Candy.
Erebus hated this time of year. Especially this day. October 31. Also known as the human celebration of “Halloween.” It wasn’t impressive. Nor was it clever. Erebus had a scowl on his usual grinning face, watching all the little humans in their stupid outfits. So far he saw 29 princess, 8 skeletons, 22 attempts of demons, 4 vampires, and he thinks 2 angels. He admitted he chuckled at the sad excuses of angels but he still hated this. It was as if they were mocking them. The things they believe that are only stories. If he had the energy he would kill off all the humans were these half-ass costumes.
Erebus heard someone walking up from behind him, as well as the sound of light wing flaps. He already knew who it was. Patch. the demon half grinned and looked over his shoulder. “Hello~” he purred softly. His grin vanished slightly when the words Trick or Treat escaped from the other. “Oh great. You as well? Here I thought you dislike this custom.” Erebus sighed and turned to face him, walking so he was foot to foot with him. “Honestly it is a waste of time. Though I do like what they get out of it.” The demon grinned once again referring to the candy. He didn’t mind that at all, finding it very sweet a delicious. He even stole some from one of the failed attempt demons that were lurking about. “Would you like some? We could share.” he purred softly, making one appear from what seemed to be thin air. It was one of the red twined candies, licorice or something. The demon opened the seal it was contained in and put one side of the candy into his mouth leaving the other one dangle out. He grinned and moved closer to brush the other edge of the candy towards Patch’s lips. Once the angel took the piece he gently gave his lips a peck before tearing it off in half.
I JUST CAME BACK FROM HIATUSING AND MY INBOX IS FULL OF THINGS AND I'M CRYING BECAUSE I DON'T REMEMBER ANY PLOT IDEAS I WAS TALKING ABOUT BEFORE.
I'm also tagging people who I was talking to about a thread but never actually got anything going or decided with. Either way, send me a message please.
corpusluciferum: I've almost finished the starter and I'm so sorry it's taking this long.
virtusinfluendi: I have the reply saved in my drafts And for anyone else I owe a reply or starter to, please message me and remind me so I can check to see if it's in my drafts or not.
Play the chances
3rd Person: Will get me in there bed and at their mercy for two nights.
"I uh.."
"Hey."
Seriously, Fuck High School- chainedinhell
"Mr. Winchester, where is your homework?" came a shrilled, dry voice from in front of the boys desk. The dirty blonde had his head tucked into his arms, allowing a soft slumber to take way to his senses. That is, until this beauty came and interrupted him.
Reluctantly lifting his head from his desk, Dean blinked his eyes, once, twice, before finally glancing up at the teacher. "Didn't do it- waste of time." he murmured, stretching out his limbs. Fuck he was tired, he only got about an hour of sleep the night before, attempting to fill his brain with as much information about some monster his dad had messaged him about hours earlier. He didn't have time for shit schooling- when the hell would he ever use the formula for.. whatever the hell it was, anyway?
The teacher simply scoffed, rolling her eyes and stomping madly away from the boy's desk. Whatever, like Dean cared if some old bat was angry with him. He glanced over at the desk next to him, feeling someone's eyes burrow holes into the side of his head. There was a boy there- Dean had seen him around before, didn't know too much about him though. He furrowed his brows at the student before shrugging and turning back to his work. And by work, I mean he went back to laying his head down on the desk, letting sleep take over.
No I am the alpha D ur my bitch there is no argument
[ I honestly don’t know why im laughing so hard]
Arrow thingy~
[stuffed animals have feelings
if you try to tell me otherwise i will pour salt down your throat you heartless mother fucker]
1-5
1. my character telling yours a secret
"I … I walked in on a couple doing the do once.. Good thing I didn’t see anything.”
2. my character caring for yours, who has a broken leg
"I TOLD YOU. I told you not to climb up that stupid tree; you should really get that head out of your arse and get back down to earth
3. a gentle kiss from my character
Jake’s shoulders merely sagged, as he leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “That never happened.”
4. my character angry with yours over something
*silent treatment* because girls aren’t the only ones who that shit.
5. our characters playing paintball/lasertag
"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING." -shoots paintballs randomly everywhere hoping to shot someone - anyone.
|| On a side note, I stared at this ask for about 25 years trying to figure out what it meant. heh