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#ooc #i'm sorry for being so inactive this week i've got a slew of unforseen #challenges i'm being forced to face #needless to say being an adult is hard #and sometimes rp and tumblr need to take the back burner #i'm unable to send in ask memes or reply to threads at this time but i'll let y'all know when i can #<3

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first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily. second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind. third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly. fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down. fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part. ( sixth. he loves you, too. )

five things you know and the one thing you don’t. 19/09/14 (via eposetties)

#;pvt #c; good enough

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[text: god save the queen] Is that what we’re calling it now? Brothers?  [text: god save the queen] ‘Cuz it seems like you’re acting like my mother. [text: god save the queen] You might as well quit while you’re ahead, you were never really good at that whole parenting thing. [text: god save the queen] I’m not still bitter btw you just make it really easy to be an asshole. 

Which is exactly what he was doing, thanks Alfred. 

✉ → → → Sending message to: Alfred.

       [Me:] I’m your brother.                                              3:46pm - Read.        [Me:] And although I’m not involved                      3:47pm - Read.        [Me:] It seems to be I can’t care.                            3:47pm - Read.        [Me:] It seems to be I can’t ask where you are.   3:49pm - Read.        [Me:] It seems to be that meeting room was occupied without you,  4:50pm - Read.              [Me:] and is why I asked where you were.             5:00pm - Read.

#text rp

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Stowing his phone in his pocket, Alfred can’t help the grin that spreads across his face. 

“Hey to you too, France.” He laughs a little bit, taking his hands out of his pocket now that the phone has been stowed-- and spreading them wide. 

                 “I finally made it.”

Open

[Text: Amerique] Oui. 

Francis walked to the door, then, and opened it, smiling at the other. he had on a white shirt, that flowed around him, as well as some dark, almost tight, pants. “Bonjour, Amerique!” 

#face to face rp

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tonarinokiku

[text: bro-chan] Hey, Kiku.  [text: bro-chan] Seems like it’s been a while. [text: bro-chan] You’re always busy these days. Up to hang out @ my place?

#gentle text rp starter #text rp

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[text: vive la french fry] Oh sweet. Building.... 17687? [text: vive la french fry] Or did I go the wrong way again?

Open

[Text: Amerique] That’s the one, the grey one. [Text: Amerique] after two blocks, it is on the left.  [Text: Amerique] Paris is Amazing! 

#B) #text rp

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[text: vive la french fry] Okay you say white but the only buildings I see here are blue and pale green? [text: vive la french fry] Unless you mean this off-gray monster of a hotel? Then I turn left? Or did you say-- [text: vive la french fry] God I hate Paris.

Open

[Text: Amerique] Oui.  [Text: Amerique] facing the white building, go two blocks, and then my house is on the left. 

How the boy managed to get around anywhere was a mystery to him. It was the most simple thing to get around, after all… 

#text rp #oh yay!! #i love fr/us interactions!!!!

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[text: god save the queen] What are you, the Inquisition? I was in a meeting with my states. Which, last time I checked, you weren’t involved with anymore.

        Unnecessarily harsh this early in the evening. 

[text: god save the queen] I’m home now. What do you need, mom?

         Alfred scowled at his phone. He hated when Arthur got this way. 

✉ → → → Sending message to: Alfred.

                      [Me:] Really? About what?                   3:30pm - Read.                       [Me:] I should be notified then-              3:30pm - Read.                       [Me:] I’m always part of these, usually.  3:30pm - Read.                       [Me:] And no, you don’t, Alfred.             3:39pm - Read.                       [Me:] I was wondering where you were.   3:45pm - Read.

#text rp #(( ppshh yes

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 [text: dickbutt] how much do you love me

[text: dickbutt] ok. i was just curious. i care about you a lot too. like 2 loads. :^*

[text: alien babe] You sure? Because you’ve been asking weird questions about this stuff lately.

#text rp

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[text: vive la french fry] So uh.  [text: vive la french fry] Not sure what cross streets I was supposed to be on. [text: vive la french fry] I don’t know my way around this place for the life of me. [text: vive la french fry] I’m on Viroflay and Peclet right now.  [text: vive la french fry] Am I close?

Open

[Text] Are you almost here? [Text] The coffee is getting cold.

#text rp #(( hi it said open so here i am

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[text: dickbutt] how much do you love me

[text: alien babe] Whoa when did that word get thrown around?[text: alien babe] You’re like, one of my best friends.[text: alien babe] I care about you a lot. A load. 

#text rp #oh no #nevyjpeg

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“Has anyone seen Alfred?” “No, I haven’t, he was supposed to be here an hour ago.” “Well, we might as well start the meeting without him if he’s not going to show up.”

“Ha-ha, very funny guys. I’m right here,” The (only five minutes, sheesh) late American saunters in, leaning over the table as he walked by it to check out the paperwork for that afternoon. Fishing rights in Europe? Oil regulations? Just another normal meeting. 

“It’s a shame. He’s not usually absent.”“Eh, who needs him anyway?”

Huh? 

“Yo, guys, I’m literally right here what’s up?” Alfred waves his hands in front of a few faces, to no avail. Their blank stares pass right through him. “Guys?” 

Okay, this was weird. But Alfred F. Jones wasn’t going to miss a meeting just because he was invisible-- right? 

 He sat down, choosing his usual seat near the head of the table but--

Oh, what the fuck? 

England had sat down right on top of him, but he wasn’t on top of him. He was in the chair perfectly, and so was Alfred. There was a strange tingling sensation where England’s rear end was, and Alfred lept up-- through him-- and jumped away. 

“What the fuck?”

“Hey, since Alfred isn’t here--”“Yeah, I guess we can talk about that” 

That? What was That? And why couldn’t they talk about it with him there? It was England’s voice that had piped up first, and Alfred leaned forward to hear them better, already over the shock of being sat on (through? Either way, rude.)

“Don’t you think he’s gotten a little...”���Yeah, definitely.”“His country is falling to pieces.”“Honestly it won’t be long.”“Good riddance, I say.”

Good riddance? Good....

Riddance?

  Shaking himself to the point of consciousness, Alfred F. Jones awoke with tears on his cheeks and a heaviness in his heart that he just couldn’t place. 

He stretches and wipes the dampness off his face, chalking them up to yet another non-remembered dream.

#;pvt #britons-will-never-be-slaves

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[text: god save the queen] Hey what’s up sorry I was in a meeting. 

                                 Lie. 

[text: god save the queen] Something urgent? You could have called. I always answer calls. 

                                  Lies. 

[text: god save the queen] Arthur?

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✉ → → → Sending message to: Alfred.

                       [Me:] Alfred                                 2:01pm - Read.                        [Me:] Alfred??                              2:14pm - Read.                        [Me:] ALFRED.                            2:30pm - Read.                        [Me:] A L F R E D .                      3:09pm - Read.                        [Me:] United States, respond.        3:21pm - Read.

#(( You're welcome your blog is super quality #and your text rp format is stellar what the heck

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zzz

Alfred slept fitfully that night, wracked by dreams and nightmares alike. 

   “Oh Alfred,” Gill coo’d as he tossed and turned, his dream taking hold and rendering him useless, “Your penis is so small….” They dug their fingers into his gut, twisting and turning and God, he could feel the blood- he could feel their nails cutting through fat and muscle and it didn’t hurt– it was just warm. 

      “I could just eat it and no one would know the difference.” 

He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move as their eyes glowed in the darkness above him. The lights flicked out and shortly thereafter he felt a tugging on his lower half and managed to crane his neck down to just barely see the outline of the alien crouched over him, head buried somewhere around his crotch. 

  Oh, the noises coming from down there made the man retch. A mix of giggling and slurping and– chewing? He heaved and choked and tried to pull away but the dream kept him immobile. It felt like forever, and only an instant at the same time. The lights came back on and Al’s face drained entirely of color. He felt his lower half go numb as he saw the destruction. His crotch was a mess. There was blood and bits of flesh and hair everywhere. The area where the alien had originally dug their nails into him was seeping blood and he could nearly see his intestines through the liquid, shining pale and white amidst all the red. 

And Gill– crouched like some feral beast over him, naked and smeared with blood. 

   Am I pissing myself? 

But that made no sense, because dangling out of the alien’s mouth was a part of him that was required for that function– a part of him that had so often been the brunt of jokes. 

   If I’m not peeing then– 

Then it must be blood. Cascading out of the hole in his crotch much like urine, spreading across the bedsheets and under his ass. Filling the room with a putrid, rusty smell that made the American’s head swim. 

He tried to close his eyes. To block these images out but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Gill. From their face as they swallowed his cock and he felt anything but pleasure from that– anything but it at all. His hair stood on end, his skin was damp with sweat when it wasn’t damp with blood, and he could barely croak out words. 

 “W-why?” He stuttered, looking at them with abject horror. 

“Because,” The purred, leaning forward and licking their lips. “This is how I show I love you~”

When Alfred woke up, sweating and panting and sitting bolt upright in bed- the first thing he did after frantically turning on the light was throw back the covers. 

Intact. 

  “Oh, thank god–” 

Beside his bedside, his phone flashed with a single message. 

     [text from: alien babe] Do you love me?

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my friend gave me an aphrodisiac lollipop as a joke but i forgot and accidentally offered it to the hot person beside me on the plane and this is good but also awful au

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I really don’t mind

               what happens [now and then]—                                            as long as YOU’ll be my friend at the ｅｎｄ

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