Kennedy Stewart and Adam Pankratz are running a close race and it sucks cause all Pankratz did was sit on the corner infront of the highschool and wave.
I hope Kennedy Stewart wins. He was my past MP and he’s been a great voice for science advocacy in parliament.
RobTC (or BlamePause or whichever MC/BW pairing) Pirate war :)
BTC took another sip from his beer, grimacing at the taste. He didn’t know what he expected from a tavern in the middle of a tiny island that was mainly inhabited by pirates, but he wanted something better than the piss-water he was currently drinking. But he knew the Cracked Mind would only be there for another night, so he took another sip, knowing he’d have nothing else better to do for the rest of the night.
Almost immediately after he put down his drink, he heard from his left, a familiar voice. He wore a simple white shirt and dark red pants. The gold bands on his wrists clattered on the bar top.
“Hey Jarool.”
Blame closed his eyes briefly, sighing. For a brief moment, when they’d first ade port, he thought he’d gotten lucky.
He turned to face the speaker, who was grinning wide.
“Hello Captain Willakers,” he said, not trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice.”
“No need for the formalities,” the captain said, smirking. “And, Jarool, I thought you’d be happier to see me.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m ecstatic to see the captain of the ship the Cracked Mind is in a war with.”
Willakers laughed, “Is that how Captain Guude described it to you guys? I told my men it’s more like a game of tag.”
BTC smirked, “If only it was that simple.”
The captain leaned closer to Blame until he was right up in his face.
“You know what else is simple?” the captain whispered. When Blame gave no reply, he continued, “Walking up to the room I rented for us to sped the night in.”
He leaned back, smiling at BTC’s scowl.
“Enemies usually don’t invite each other to their rooms,” Blame said, still scowling.
Willakers pouted, “What made you think we were enemies?”
Hw dug in his pocket, pulled out a could of coins to pay for his drink and after a moment, slid some over to Blame.
“Drink’s on me,” he said before getting up and walking to the back of the tavern, to where the stairs were.
He looked back to BTC, eyebrow raised. Blame looked down at his drink, then back to the captain.
“Fuck it,” he muttered, picking up his drink and downing it in one go before going over to the captain. He didn’t even look at him, going straight up the stairs.
“You better not call me Jarool,” he said when he reached the top.
“Then stop calling me Willakers,” the captain retorted, walking up after him.
“Fine… Rob.”
Rob smiled before pulling Blame with him to their room.
Roamin and Steve (dark!Roamin/Eman) - (forced?) voyeurism?
oooo interesting.
nsfw
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Steve was quite sure that Roamin knew what he was doing in that moment.
He had walked in on the other man with his hand curled around his cock, jerking off against the building he had rigged to explode.
What he didn’t expect was for Roamin to hold up his hand when he went to walk away.
“Stay.”
Steve didn’t know why he listened, didn’t know why he stayed.
But he did, leaning against the building, watching as Roamin fucked up into his fist. His own cock grew harder as Roamin moved quicker, growling and panting.
When Roamin muttered his hero name as he came, Steve couldn’t help himself. It only took one rub of his cock through his tight spandex suit to cum with a low moan.
And Roamin grinned, throwing the switch to detonate the building.
Deadbons gave him a look before holding up his glass.
"When am I not?" he asked, taking another drink.
Rob shrugged at the true statement and sat down next to him. He reached to grab the bottle and an extra glass, pouring himself a drink. The two sat in silence for a moment, drinking.
After a few moments, Rob broke the silence.
"How come you drink so much?" he asked.
Deadbones stopped mid-sip. He stared at the back wall, thinking hard. Finally, he put down his drink.
"I remember alcohol tasting better, which is interesting, cause I don’t remember much of my life."
Rob stared at his friend. He knew Deadbones was different from the other lords, but he wasn’t expecting him to be really old. Especially since he didn’t even look like he could be more than 4 lifetimes old.
Deadbones continued, “So I hope that, maybe if I keep drinking, I’ll remember more. It’s really stupid, but I’m pretty sure I thought of it when I was drunk.”
Rob paused for a moment before placing a hand over his shoulder.
"Well, if you ever need a drinking buddy, I’m here."
The two smiled to each other, holding up their glasses in a a toast, taking a drink.
OMG! Just met Guude, Pause and Beef at their meetup! It was amazing! And if anyone remembers Guude's story about him being vomited on and breaking down, did you know there's a picture of that? Well my boyfriend kinda got me to print that out, and Guude refused to sign it XD Anyways, super cool to get to meet the guys in person!
