May 25, 2015
Josef is plopped in front of Abel. Here. Take him.
Yes, good. Abel climbs into his lap like a cat. Comfy cozy.
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Josef is plopped in front of Abel. Here. Take him.
Yes, good. Abel climbs into his lap like a cat. Comfy cozy.
the-second-todesengel replied to your post:// the-second-todesengel DRUNK MINECRAFT ON...
//AAAHHHHH but House of Cards tho …
// Drunk. Minecraft.
Casualty || Sire AU [the-second-todesengel]
The year was 1940, and World War Two had been gaining steam for a year. Germany was expanding its hold across Europe, and Hitler’s politics had been changing the Fatherland for the better...or so he claimed. Propaganda fed the public’s perception and painted a much different picture for the citizens of Germany than the rest of the world.
It had been raining for a week, now, and the darkened night sky was still heavy with fat storm clouds. The wind was warm and had the electric scent of lightning on it, sending shivers down one’s spine.
“It’s going to be quite a night,” a pale figure smiled at the incoming thunderstorm. “Quite a night, indeed.”
"Wait. You know Josef?" 8I Shiiiiiiiittttttttt.
Yes. He, his wife, and I have a rather…interesting arrangement going on.
Why?
the-second-todesengel replied to your post:…Why does it smell like fart so much in here? ...
"Don’t look at me. I didn’t do it."
You smell like fart in general. <3
"Omega" (eh why not?)
Send "Omega" for my muse reacting to your muse going into heat and begging to be fucked over and over.
Val furrowed her brow. It was one thing to ask for your own self, but when someone else practically runs up and begs you, it really throws you off guard. Plus, she was quite enjoying the book she was reading. "...I beg your pardon?" She asked. It was going to take some persuasion before she agrees to anything.
"Oh gott ... Mundy ..." Josef had found the Sniper after tracking him for an extended period of time. He looked at the Australian's eyes with a pen light, tsking at the state he was in. "I'll get you out. My gott you look terrible."
My muse has been kidnapped for experimental research. After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?
The marksman didn't even manage a reply, much less anything else, not even bothering to look at the other, even as he flashed the pen light at his eyes, clearly unfazed by it, knees up to his chest as he hugged them close and trembled slightly. Then again, being where he was and having people experiment on someone for months would do that to a person, it seemed.
"Vhat did you do?"
☤ ANGST STARTERS ☤ SEND "What did you do?" AND I'LL GENERATE A NUMBER ☤ OR SEND A NUMBER (WITHOUT PEEKING!)
Your muse walks in on mine criticizing their body.
There had been something bothering Abel when Josef had come over, though the werewolf had no idea what. Yes, it was strange that Abel was dressed in baggy sweats and his hair was in a messy bun and he wasn't wearing makeup, but Josef figured it may have just been an off day for him.
It wasn't until later, when he accidentally walked in on Abel changing for bed, that he understood.
He found Abel in front of the full-length mirror that made up the back of his closet door, naked except for a pair of black pajama pants decorated with skulls. He had a t-shirt in hand, but was sullenly staring at his reflection.
He looked like he was about to cry.
Josef gently rapped his knuckles against the door, and Abel turned to look at him almost guiltily.
"...Hey," he said quietly, not making eye contact with the brutal Medic. "Ready for bed?"