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*makes a jerking off motion every time someone with authority talks*
HELLO RESIDENTS OF MAPLE BAY ! ╾╾ can you do us the favor of reblogging this post if you roleplay a character in the DDADDS RP COMMUNITY? when you reblog, please put who your character is in the tags !
of course, OCS AND MULTIMUSES are welcome to join the list as well ! If you’re an OC, state so in the tags ! If you’re a multimuse, please let us know which character you write as !
BUT THAT’S NOT ALL, FOLKS ! if you have a DDADDS VERSE, you’re more than welcome to reblog this as well ! just be sure to put something along the lines of ‘ddadds verse’ in your tags !
PERSONALS ╾╾ DO NOT REBLOG.
ey look it me
sorry
‘ i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer, as long as it leaves your lips. ’
GROWLING SUGGESTION MEME // OPEN
The hands that had been gripping at the youth minister’s shirt didn’t loosen their grip on the pink collar. Not at first. And the pressure with which Robert had cornered Joseph against his living room’s wall remained there. The lingering promise of violence that seemed always present within his core was only truly tested when JOSEPH was there. The mere sight of him drove Robert over the edge, never quite sure whether he wanted to KILL HIM or FUCK HIM. That blind moment of savagery that came with LETTING GO was all he could ever think of. He too didn’t care how he broke Joseph; he just wanted to see him squirm … To see the façade of PERFECTION crumble beneath his touch, be it a punch or a stroke, it didn’t matter … He WANTED IT. And now as they both stood there, breathing heavily, ready to cross that line once again, Joseph’s words cut through him like a sharp blade. Theirs was an ugly dance. Clumsy and chaotic, blood spilled over a pristine marbled floor. Despite how different they were, they seemed to be equally DISTASTEFUL.
Brown eyes examined the younger man’s face. The distance between them was practically nonexistent. And Robert couldn’t help but furrow his brow as the minister’s claim sunk into his skin and SCARRED HIM. He shook his head lightly as if disappointed at that thought, his attention shifting between the blond’s lips and eyes. Both calloused hands hurried to yank at the other man’s belt in one unnecessarily rough movement. ❝ You’re sick. ❞ He hissed through gritted teeth. It wasn’t made clear whether Robert was speaking to Joseph or HIMSELF. None of that seemed to matter though. Not now.
Well we stick our fingers in the ground, heave and turn the world around, smoke is blacking out the sun, at night I pray and clean my gun. The cracked bell rings as the ghost bird sings and the gods go beggin’ here … So just open fire as you hit the shore, all is fair in love and war, HOIST THAT RAG !
Send a sexual scenario and my muse will tell you whether or not they’d be into it. Anon or not.
‘ i'm too tired to deal with any of this. ’
GROWLING SUGGESTION MEME // OPEN
Robert puckered his lips thoughtfully while chewing over Kent’s words. Top secret government secrets laid just inside that man’s suitcase … Robert was guessing alien life-forms. Maybe mutants. Something was keeping Mansley awake at night. The US military had a passion for the theatrics and, despite the not-so-misguided belief that Robert was a conspiracy loon back in Maple Bay, there were plenty of reasons for one to believe that men like Mansley had the job to keep the people IN THE DARK regarding certain subjects. Robert leaned over the diner’s table, squinting his eyes. ❝ No one blames you, Mansley. You got a lot on your plate. Looks like you need to talk it over, huh? So what is it this time? UFO? Illegal human drug testing? Clown cults? BIG FOOT? ❞ The man nodded with his head. ❝ It’s Big Foot isn’t it? ❞ Robert leaned back against his seat, getting a hold of his nearly empty whiskey glass. ❝ I fucking knew it. ❞
ind. brian harding by calee !
