#clumsy-red-spook

[krankenklaus]

@clumsy-red-spook 

“Don’t move.” 

There was blood. Lots of it. Klaus knelt beside the injured Spy as he dropped his bonesaw. Now was when he should finish her off. Kill her and send her to respawn, but how could he? After she had kept him company and gave him some shred of companionship, he wasn’t able to injure her in any way. 

“I can help you.” 

The other BLUs ran about the battlefield all shouting for him: Medic! Medic! but the cries went ignored. Klaus considered the Spy a friend, something more than any of the other BLUs on his team were to him. To him, for this moment at least, she mattered and they didn’t. 

[seducing-french-gentlemen]

"Jacques Seymour Estelle." She cooed out the name as she snuck behind the man, wrapping him in a hug from behind.

@clumsy-red-spookJacques tensed up before looking behind him and relaxing, chuckling and blushing. “Yes, love? I’m not in trouble am I?”

[thedevilwearsabalaclava-blog]

clumsy-red-spook replied to your post ““When I die, I wouldn’t like to live on in an afterlife… I would like...”

"Your bitter butt wants to come back? Heaven help us."

“Bitterness came for loss, pain, and age... I want to be reborn again as someone completely different from myself. Someone that would be able to enhance the world around them than cause decay and destruction.”

[thebluincubus]

Natasha, Cerise, Dianna, Jesse

Four names. Marry, kiss, cuddle and push away.

Sighing dejectedly Claude thought on the names and whom would fit where. “Jeou don’t make zhis easy.” He commented softly, stroking a hand through his medium length hair. “I would marry Dianna,….“The first name came more easily than the others. "Hm.. I suppose I would kiss Cerise,..cuddle Natasha and push away Jesse.”

[seducing-french-gentlemen]

"Husband?" A cheerful voice rang out as Cerise knocked on the door. It was strange to be married, but she quite liked calling Jacques her husband. Opening the door slightly she stuck her head into his room. "How did the clothes fit?" She wasn't entirely sure if they would fit him and she desperately hoped they would.

@clumsy-red-spook

Jacques heard the door and smiled when he saw Cerise poking in. “The clothes? They were perfect amour.” He walked over, pulling her in for a brief kiss. “It was particularly hot today, so i’ve been hiding out in here.” He was currently wearing shorts and a shirt tied to crop. The Frenchman sat on the bed casually, crossing his legs. “Was there anything you wanted to do?”

[seducing-french-gentlemen]

Swift steps made their way to his door as she placed down a brown paper package, a note taped to it: /Hey, I asked my Papa about clothes that were never picked up at the shop; I hope they fit you, and I hope you like them. <3 CB/ Not expecting a response from man so soon she wandered off as quickly as she came.

Jacques laid there tiredly, rubbing his eyes when he thought he heard someone at the door. He couldn’t bring himself to get up immediately, but after a few minutes managed to roll off the bed and open the door, looking around before looking down and seeing the bag. The Spy grabbed the note, smiling and tucking it into his pocket before grabbing the bag and closing the door to try on his new clothes.

[deka-d-blog]

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I see so many things wrong with this but right now I cant be fucked fixing it.

Also Lyosha is 500% done

[seducing-french-gentlemen]

"Jacques?" The sweet voice called from the doorway. "I'm fairly certain that Penny's tennis ball or Malysh's catnip mouse aren't in with my panties. Speaking of... are those... Jacques, are you wearing my underwear?" The unsure question fell from her mouth as she saw the lacy band.

@clumsy-red-spookThe Frenchman was being as sneaky as he could about it, having just slipped on a nice lace pair of black panties as he dug around in the drawer. He looked up when he heard Cerise, looking over and freezing, unsure what to say. “I.. Je ne parle pas anglais.” Jacques tried to subtly kick his own pair under the bed before grabbing his pants.