SPAM IS DELICIOUS

[weareallpuppets]

I was reminded that I never made a spam post, so HERE WE GO. Spam whatever, whenever, if you feel like it. Consider it a free-for-all RP, or a confessional box, or a place to ask me whatever you want. Go wild, I don't mind.

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[anasyrma]

Antonio watches, his back arched, mouth parted, as Arthur cums beneath him(inside him-). His thighs burn with the energy it takes to keep his body moving, to ride the erratic, shallow thrusts of Arthur's explosive afterglow. He winces when Arthur digs his nails into his skin to give him leverage for one last jut of the hips, then sighs with a smile as his partner sinks back contently into the pillows.

So cute. Flushed cheeks, reddened tip of the nose. Ah, how fun it would be, to bend down and kiss it.

"Good?" Antonio asks after he indulges himself with that tiny act of affection, splaying himself up and over the slightly smaller man. Grunting, Arthur nods and turns the both of them over, pulling out a bit too fast in the process. "Ow-"

"Absolutely."

--

"NOT CUTE AT ALL!"

"- What did I do?!"

"That is exactly what the problem is, you - " A long string of Spanish curses. "You fell asleep!"

"Well, YES. That is what one usually does when one is bloody tired!"But you did not even DO anything

[weareallpuppets]

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[anasyrma]

Tonight Alfred's drunk, really fucked-up wasted, and Arthur isn't

[weareallpuppets]

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/saves this forever oh my god man

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THE LAST PARAGRAPH AHHHH
SO MUCH
DYING
;___;
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(and yeah, Alfred remembers)
/sobs
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[anasyrma]

NOTHING I WRITE YOU MAKES SENSE LOLOL

[weareallpuppets]

IT MAKES SENSE TO ME
AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS

/hugs like AMERICA hope you like broken ribs ;___;

[anasyrma]

omg git out

omg aids

omg

omg who are you

/I AM SORRY I AM OCD

[bustyowindows]

There ain't a hetero cell in your wardrobe.

[colonialdays]

[ Al is set for his mission. He carefully sneaks along, pressed up against the wall like his life depended on it. If he were in the forest, he'd be nearly untraceable. Arthur doesn't like it when he talks to the Natives, but he still remembers their lessons - how to sneak, how to hunt. ]

Ow -

[ ...never mind how he just tripped over his feet just now.

Because currently? Yeah, he's just a little kid covered in a long white sheet in the middle of a long open hallway. From one of Arthur's bedrooms, even. ]

/NOT LATE AT ALL

[dread_pirate_uk]

[ Arthur happens to meander by said hallway not long after Alfred has tripped, and he catches himself chuckling just so. He's knows ghosts, and then he knows his son (as well as knowing the sheets he slept on just a few nights previous). He wonders if Alfred is trying to scare him (he knew how terrified Alfred was of ghosts and he half wonders where he'd gotten it from). He decides that there is nothing wrong with letting the lad have some fun and so proceeds to play along, turning to walk down the hallway in front of Al, with his back turned to him. He even adds in a small, nonchalant whistle. The facade of an unsuspecting target. ]