First of all, welcome to this blog! Name's Mike, though you can call me what you wish to. Well. Idk. love to rp. /STATUS: Infected/Hunter, 27 yrs old. Guardian of Connor (freedomsfighter). I dare you to hurt him.
Magic!Anons: 4 year old child with the height of 4'3". :<

((This might get nsfw sometimes.))

 

The way of 2.

freedomsfighter:

Connor, who was wandering around in the, what he called it, not-so-safe-zone. His way went to his beloved home, where his guardian should wait for him. On his way he tripped over several dead bodies and jumped over many fresh blood lakes. Actually he shouldn’t be here. His guardian always said, that he should stay in the safe-zone. It’s best for him, he says. As if Connor wouldn’t know how to protect himself…
The thought made Connor pout. Mike never saw him fight, how is he knowing, that the kid couldn’t protect himself? Damn prejudice.
He was now at the border to the zones. Far left would be the deadliest zone. Behind him, the normal zone and in the front, there was the safe zone. Connor doesn’t have the guts to casually walk into the danger zone, so he just continues on walking straight into the safe-zone.  
Hours of walking and taking breaks, examining dead bodies and the zone itself, he finally got to the apartment of his oh-so-overprotective guardian. 
He opened the door to see…
A kid? It had a familiar stench and the same clothes as Mike. 
Connor, quiet and careful, stepped to the brown couch to look at the kid.
It was there, lying and sleeping. So peaceful. But something left Connor cautious…
He reached out his hand to touch the little child… 

-suddenly turns and jumps, grabbing the hand, turning it painfully downwards-

What do you want—?!
-freezes-
Connor? That you? What happened? You’re…smeared in blood. Your boots, away with them!

Anonymous asked
Be once the small one too. M!A appeared! You are now a 4 year old child! Your clothes are too big for you, but you still wear them. In this form, you're the normal Mike! You stay like this 'til the next anon comes!

I shall not be small, you littl-

POOF


H-Huh? Wh..what happened?? -looks at himself- W-Why is everything so tall??

(( Okay, I guess. I’m about…4’3” tall, just for anyone’s interest. Pretty small, eh.))

Terrence-the-foreign-entity started following you!

terrence-the-foreign-entity:

askketermike:

terrence-the-foreign-entity:

askketermike:

Oh? Who might you…little fly be?-smiles and eyes the little one-

((Well, hello there! I’m glad that I’ve found another AvsP fan! ))


->He stays quiet, looking at the man. After a while, he opens his mouth and…

Are you human? You don’t smell like one.

((Oh? Really??!! That’s great! /HUGSYOUTOO <3))

Huh? Waddya mean by that?? -stares at the ‘fly’, confused-

((PARTAY HARD IN ALIEN STYLE WHOOO))


->Again, he stays quiet.

Are you human? You don’t smell like one, I said. You smell like carcasses.

((WEEE “”))

Well, excuse me for smelling like a dead thing! I’m not human, ‘right. But what are you?

(Source: silkybuttmike)

Terrence-the-foreign-entity started following you!

terrence-the-foreign-entity:

askketermike:

Oh? Who might you…little fly be?-smiles and eyes the little one-

((Well, hello there! I’m glad that I’ve found another AvsP fan! ))


->He stays quiet, looking at the man. After a while, he opens his mouth and…

Are you human? You don’t smell like one.

((Oh? Really??!! That’s great! /HUGSYOUTOO <3))

Huh? Waddya mean by that?? -stares at the ‘fly’, confused-

((PARTAY HARD IN ALIEN STYLE WHOOO))

(Source: silkybuttmike)

Terrence-the-foreign-entity started following you!

Oh? Who might you…little fly be?-smiles and eyes the little one-

((Well, hello there! I’m glad that I’ve found another AvsP fan! ))

What Makes You

freedomsfighter:

trollzio:

imactuallytonystark:

myantiquehabibi:

queeniegalore:

beaumontinvestigations:

 Max is made of papers, duty, and Technology. With a dash of DANGER ZONE. 

Monty is made of flowers, power, and sunlight. With a dash of Mercedes.

Hey guys, I’m Walt! 

Beck is made of soda, diamonds, and partnership. With a dash of fanfiction.

ACCURATE.

bb is made of bananas, wolves, and desperation. With a dash of TV Tropes.

actually really accurate…

Kaylee is made of muffins, hyenas, and rainbows. With a dash of Shindan.

Trollzio is made of music, Rap, and kindness. With a dash of flamethrowers.

Accurate except for the rap. XD

Freedomsfighter is made of eggs, fire and leftovers. WITH A DASH OF POKÉMON. 

AskKeterMike is made of pepper, sapphires an dullness. With a dash of CHEMICAL X.

(Source: soldierhusbands)

HERE’S A TERRIFYING GAME

freedomsfighter:

nonsensical-stuff:

crispy-stuff:

anata-o-fakku:

imaginary-garystoned420:

terminallycapricious:

budgiehugs:

gforcetrademark:

riningear:

techbouquet:

jopjoper:

dirk-the-sugoii-brony-prostitute:

wingedaradia:

facepalmx2combo:

mutisija:

aluxuthespider:

LOOK UP YOUR REAL FIRST NAME IN THE TAGS
AND THEN COUNT HOW MANY POSTS DOWN UNTIL SOMETHING NSFW

FOR ME, IT WAS TWO POSTS

GO

2

and it was something terrifying with gigantic fake boobs

I got to 100 and then got bored.

0

the first fucking post was nsfw along with a majority of the rest of them

0 first post was nsfw 

o

15

i win

3

jesus fucking christ

I looked up my nickname and it was the first one. 

But then my real name was 16 before anything actually NSFW. 

Fuck yeah. 

Does this count?



If so, 14. 

zero

two spam porn blog links, then a SFW pic of a girl going like “LOL hACKED FRIENDS BLOG” or something, then an actual nsfw pic

I couldn’t find any, it was mostly shitty One Direction posts.

ZERO

LITERALLY EVERY SING.LE POST NO THE TAG WAS NSFW IM CRY

25

everything tho was eating disorders cuz my name is Mia

& then i get like “MIA BANGG CAN FACE FUCK HERSELF”

UM K

2 omfg

20, It was horrible…

The first one was already nsfw..

It was goddamn porn

/CRIES

I gave up looking at 200. I guess that’s good? :/

(Source: bloodcaste)

Amnesia.

freedomsfighter:

askketermike:

freedomsfighter:

askketermike:

freedomsfighter:

askketermike:

freedomsfighter:

askketermike:

freedomsfighter:

askketermike:

freedomsfighter:

askketermike:

freedomsfighter:

askketermike:

freedomsfighter:

askketermike:

Saaaay what, kiddo? Tell me, who got that stench on ya, hmm?! Chin up, by the way! -eyes the smaller one questioning-

-narrows his eyes to the ground and kicks it- Like I said, doesn’t matter…//Did he really forget? Damn..//

Tell me damn more! It matters, little one! I’ll get ya to say it. -hops behind Connor and puts his claws on his shoulders, pressing a bit-

Ow, hey! Stop it! -puts his hands on Mike’s hands and tries to push them away- Why does it matter? Can’t you think?!

-tightens his grip, letting a quiet growl pass- Who can’t think, brat? I’ll ask ya once and for all: Who are you?


O-Ow! Stop! -starts to sink to the ground- 

Nope, no can do. -crouches to Connor’s height and starts to whisper in his ear- Boy, I’m in no good mood today. You better tell me who exactly ya are, to have my stench on you. If no is the answer, there goes your ass.

-shudders and squeezes his eyes shut- I..I’m…Well, what exactly was he to Mike?

The waiting made the Monster feel insecure. He neither knew what the boy was thinking, ‘nor what he was feeling. Deep down in his mind, though, a little light spoke to him. Softly saying, that he shouldn’t hurt the child any further, he got more and more confused. His instincts emerged their way to the outside. It wasn’t a right thing to do, but what else could he possibly do? Y’know, kiddo…just forget it. -he loosened his grip-

-falls to the ground, looking at Mike- You..know..I..don’t know. You said, you’d be my guardian…that’s why…The boy started sobbing. In all his years of thinking, doesn’t matter if that was good thinking, he never told Mike about his feelings. He always said, that he was born that way; being all of an introvert. He lost his natural senses because of this place. But, now what? 

Say what? Guardian? You dreamin’ ? But, that would explain my stench on you…Confused was he, the man who was once a guardian. He clenched his teeth, growling and slowly feeling the anger building up inside of him. Who was he? He was Mike. Anti-Mass that has to be locked away for safety. He never felt the warmth of a humanoid creature. It was addicting. If the heat got bigger, would he still like it?

-stays quiet- Connor wasn’t sure. His feelings curled up inside of him, making him wanting to puke. Mike is an adult. Connor a child. If he’d be a adult, would it make him feel better? Though these feelings wouldn’t say ‘I LOVE YOU, MIKE!’, they still bugged the kid a lot. The thought of him and Mike doing stuff that only adults are supposed to do….EW !

-looks at Connor- Hey, kid, what’s yo name? He would try it. Doesn’t matter, he felt the pleasure. It was a certain tingle in his throat, giving off a pleasure. The pleasure he felt as a young hunter. Tear. Kill. Rip. Taste. Gulping down in excitement, the man waited impatiently. His sense of smell focused on the sweet smell the boy was giving off, while the sense for taste lingered deep in the other’s throat, sucking the life out of him.

Huh? Oh, name’s Connor. The sudden movement from the man startled the boy a bit. The man was there, standing and slowly moving to the right, then to the left in loops. He did not understand anything of his current situation, but what he knew was, that he’s cold. Sitting on the ground seemed to get him cold every time. Would everything be normal…Mike would’ve carried Connor to their apartment and they would cuddle ‘til Connor eventually fell into his slumber.  

I see. -moves to Connor and sits down next to him- He couldn’t wait anymore. His mind exploded with the pictures. Undress him. Now. Taste him. Feel the warmth of his skin. The soft and hidden parts of him. Parts that even the Hunter hasn’t seen. Lovely parts. -his hand slowly moves to Connor’s waist-

-startles because of the sudden touch, moves a hand to Mike’s and looks at him with innocence- Hey! What are you…He wasn’t ready. The child in him rebelled against everything. “You’re weak! You’re weak! Stupid! Mike would’ve asked!” But the thought brushed away. Everything got lost. He was glancing at the different Hunter without a single thing in his brain. Mike…?

-his second hand then moved to Connor’s neck, pushing the clothes slowly away- Connor…His mind was blank. He wanted to feel friction between their skins, melting away in pleasure. It was dangerous, but the man knew it. He knew it all. Another thing was, that the light of the still remaining Hunter was resisting. The young assassin was probably a huge matter to the man known as Mike. But, right now, it wasn’t Mike who was pulling and pushing the clothes away. It was the inner virus of him, the Keter.

(Source: silkybuttmike)

Anonymous asked
O...okay? I should go. RIGHT NOW. /OOC: D'awww how cute! So, if he's so strong /Yes, he is my guess/, does he protect you? I mean...you're taller than him and still so cuuuutteeee ;v; Just like a Manga lmao

Heh. Ya goin’ nowhere! -transforms his right arm into a huge whip and catches the anon-

(( Uh, well….I’m embarrassed to say, but yes. I’m the little guarded kid in our relationship ;////; He/She watches over me in my sleep, helps me with my work, freaking calms me whenever it’s needed and so on. /BLUSHESAWAY ))

Anonymous asked
Something nice? /OOC: Ohh. So, what's your boyfriend/girlfriend like?

Nuh-uh, something bad. I’d like to eat you…in a non-sexist way.


(( Well, my mate is quite demanding. He/She /Guess ?/ is quite strong despite his/her look. Never judge a book by its cover, I guess! He/She is smaller than me but still tops me in many ways. I guess I’m just a little duck lmao;;))