"Tim's face looks like an ass spread it around."
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“Jason’s helmet smells like an ass, spread it around.”
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"Tim's face looks like an ass spread it around."
undead-sidekick
“Jason’s helmet smells like an ass, spread it around.”
undead-sidekick replied to your post:undead-sidekick one-eyed-ravager: *DIES*
You’re dead, man. Never mess with a Wilson.
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Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss yours.
She didn’t want to. Though it was all 100% accidental. He got too close to her, calling her name while she was busy starting a tanning process with a bear skin.
She got up, twisted around, and with how close he was to her, they both kissed. It was on the lips, and it was very brief. Surprising her, getting a small grin on his face.
“Sorry !.... I need to get going!” Is all Alice could do, while covering her hand over her mouth. She backs away, careful to not trip over the skin, twisted and jumped off like a deer. Fast into the forests.
|| The Basics ||
Name: Persephone Nickname(s): Seph, young mistress (underworld staff), Age: 63 in human years; Still a child in Reaper Society in which elders are over 500 years old. Species: Reaper-Human Hybrid
|| Personal ||
Religious Belief: Donutlism Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary Goals In Life: To live free Languages Known: Gaelic, English, French, Italian, Dutch and many more Secrets: None really...she's an open book Quirks: Many; her speech, constant motion of the body, loud. Loud. Savvies: Can't keel over? Can eat food rather fast due to her lack of gag reflex and swallowing food in one gulp
|| Physical ||
Height: 4ft 11 Weight: About 100 Scars/Birthmarks: Has the royal birthmark in the shape of the reaper letter for honor (looks like a swiggly version of the letter lama) Abilities/Powers: Phasing, teleporting objects, temporary death, can turn into ash Restrictions: Must keep a constant supply of substance of food high in calories or spiritual energy. Can live on either.
|| Favorites ||
Favourite Drink: Whiskey Favourite Pizza Topping: None, likes the classic cheese pizza Favourite Color: Pink Favourite Music Genre: Trippy/ Trap Music
Book Genre: Non-fiction Favourite Movie Genre: Horror
Favourite Season: Winter Favourite Butt Type: Squishy Favourite Swear Word: Fuck Favourite Scent: Fresh donut Favourite Quote: “Oh mona, fuck."
|| Fun Stuff ||
Bottom or Top: Likes to ride Sings In The Shower: Yeah...really badly Likes Bad Puns: Yup Morality: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic / Good / Gray / Evil Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese /Other. Favourite Food: Donuts Theme Music: Black Widow Trap Remix
Their Opinion On The Mun: "You don't like donuts...how fucking dare you, you kooky motherhugger."
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"Shut up"
Rogue was about to protest that she was most certainly not going to shut up, when she was being pressed up against the wall and kissed. Her eyes widened, startled, and she almost pushed him off, but then she realized she didn't really care that much and kissed back, arms going behind his neck.
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Looking up from his apple, the ginger chewed thoughtfully as he watched the strange male.
"...Y'look familiar. We fought before?"