[align=center][b]NIGHTCUB ★
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-family:georgia;font-size: 23px; letter-spacing: 1.6px;color:#38d8e9]
[b]the lion in the jungle shows no[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;margin-top:-10px;margin-left:2px;color:#38d8e9]SHAME, IT SHOWS NO PRIDE, IT DOES WHAT IT NEEDS TO TO STAY STRONG AND[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;margin-top:-15px;margin-left:3px;color:#38d8e9;letter-spacing:1.5px]TO SURVIVE [★] NIGHTCUB PRAEVIATE | ⅓ THE TERRIBLE TRIO
This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.
-
-
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]thank you, dadcrow
HEY. it's not that bad, i swear. it's for, um. development. -
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px;]NIGHT LOOKS PRETTY
d d d evelopment
/ squints[/fancypost] -
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]i actually feel happy with him, which is good.
it is, i swear! i swear on my life. i swear on red's inevitable trauma.
-
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;][spoiler=i'm really feeling the vibe between caf + vik in a college au]"How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Make me feel loved. Wanted."
"Well, y'are, buddy. Being honest ain't hard." -
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]Red mumbling "I don't care" over and over again even though he clearly cares, faltering more and more until he just gives in and starts crying??
I could do this with Night, too. It's a kid thing, I think.
-
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;][spoiler=THE TRICK TO LIFE LYRICS]Everything you love turns to dust
You'd make more of it but you felt rushed
By all that's periphary
You held tight, but on the contraryThe trick to life is not to get too attached to it
The trick to life is not to get too attached to itYou'd kill for answers but learn to live
With questions, who what why how and if
I'll sit back detached, tear our your hair
Oh, but on the contrary...The trick to life is not to get too attached to it
The trick to life is not to get too attached to it
The trick to life is not to get too attached to it
The trick to life is not to get too attached to itEveryone you love turns to dust
You'd jump off the edge but you felt pushed
By all that's unnecessary
You tread but you're off on the wrong footThe trick to life is not to get too attached to it
The trick to life is not to get too attached to it
The trick to life is not to get too attached to itDon't get attached to, attached to life
Don't get attached to, attached to lifeThe trick to life is not to get too attached to it
The trick to life is not to get too attached to it[color=white][b]Don't look, your life passed you by
'Cos you're too attached to it
Don't look, your life passed you by
'Cos you're too attached to it -
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;][spoiler=floyd, you idiot]
QuoteDisplay More"Damn, girl, that's messed up." says Floyd, because there's a kid there — or, at least, someone who looks like a kid — and he's polite enough to censor his speech.
He knows that the Cartel's not the nicest of places, but Judith's greeting's just suddenly put her in a whole other league. "Kid's just a.. a kid! Can't go 'round telling them that they've just waltzed into hell. Trust me, lil' guy, she's just an anomaly. An an-om-a-ly. he sounds out the word, careful not to fuck it up, and then offers Frisk a comforting grin to top it off. Perhaps he and Littledove will neutralise Judith's meanness. It's worth a shot, right?
[hr]
[size=8]GENERAL:
▪ Floyd Arthur | Occasionally Goes By "Raider" | ♂
▪ Sorta Panromantic | Pansexual
▪ Physically 12 m/o | 12th August 2016 | Real-Timed
▪ Member of The Cartel | Space ThiefRELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | No Crush | No "Maybe" Crushes
▪ ½ ________ [tba; will update later]
▪ NPC x NPC | Gen 1 | Mentor/Apprentice
▪ Fond grins and clever insults denote friendship.IMPORTANT FACTS:
▪ A Green Lantern; click here for information on his powers and abilities.
▪ Wanted throughout the galaxies for stealing a prized artefact; hiding out on Earth.
▪ Looking for the aforementioned artefact. He lost it.
▪ "Former" pickpocket and sheep-rustler; wanted for petty crimes and the theft of.. a lot of sheep.
▪ Carries around a golden lasso wherever he goes.
▪ Worker in a prostitution ring; one of Viv's "Beauties". Goes by Arthur.
▪ Associate in a drug ring; again, works for Vivienne. Goes by Raider.
▪ Honestly in some deep shit right now.save himPHYSICAL:
★ SPECIES [birth/main] | health: 96%
— a brown tabby with green eyes. lean, whiplike build, almost-permanent cocky smirk.
— [i]accessories: green power ring, worn on tail; [optional] green lantern uniform; [otherwise] cowboy hat.
— [i]permanent damage: none
— [i]major injuries: none
— [i]minor injuries: general bruising.PERSONALITY:
— follows the trope of the boy who's blatantly gifted, but never applied himself despite his intelligence. the one in the back that made the witty jokes and was either hated or loved by the teacher. always loved astronomy and geography, though was a coaster as a kid. a daredevil, loves putting himself in dangerous situations. probably should've been named ‘adrenalinejunkie’. seems totally fearless; will do anything and everything if he's dared to.
— wanted to be a cowboy as a kid, grew up to become a thief. got in with the wrong crowd, but he's not bad, honest. he just happens to have really shitty morals. "it's not a crime, it's a serious career." really confident, can be seen as cocky, but he's just aware of his strengths. never gives in. literally, he will not surrender. will mockingly answer every question either with his name and date of birth, or with "no comment", when it comes to interrogation. should probably be hanged for his behaviour. charming despite it all.
— has the kind of face you want to either kiss or punch; there is no in between. makes terrible jokes and puns; always looking for a way to make people regret speaking to him. hates showing weakness and will cover up emotion with stupid statements and a disarming grin. always looks like he's up to something. will steal your belongings and discard them/sell them/burn them if he hates you, and will steal your belongings to dangle in front of your face if he likes you. friendly teasing equals affection. struggles to say the word "love".INTERACTION:
▪ Highly Trained | Extremely Capable | Very Difficult
▪ Can Start Fights | Won't Quit | Taunts Constantly
▪ Attack in bold WHITE or bold underlined
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.[/spoiler]
-
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]okay, so:
- red is a mix of tim and DGH-337
- caf is a mix of sans and varric, but only a little bit
- nightcub is..? nobody? i don't know. his fc is still dick, though.
- obliterate is also original, sort of.
- floyd isn't really based off of anyone, either. he's just a GL.
- eric is based off of eric bittle. hence the name. but it's only.. sort of.
- palatino is original? maybe that'll change. -
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]I made a plotting thread for Palatino, and the title was in lowercase, because Tino is soft and quiet, and capitals felt wrong. Wow. I'm not expecting it to make much sense, though. It's 4:22am.
[hr]
[size=8]GENERAL:
▪ Palatino | Tino, Tin | [abbr=infertile, female pheromones. will often be mistaken for female due to this; uses he/they pronouns and always has.]Intersex [Hover][/abbr]
▪ Homoromantic | Asexual | Too Young
▪ Physically 3 Months | Real-Timed [Every 20th]
▪ Child of ShadowClan | Titles TBARELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | No Crush | No "Maybe" Crushes
▪ ½ ________ [tba; will update later]
▪ Sans x Dragonfly | Gen ? | Mentor/Apprentice
▪ Clings to things that smell familiar.IMPORTANT FACTS:
▪ Behind on his mental development; struggles with speech and comprehension.
▪ Smaller than average due to malnutrition when a loner.
▪ Can't maintain his own body heat; needs the warmth of others.PHYSICAL: [ref.]
★ GOLDEN RETRIEVER/GSD CROSS [birth/main] | health: 42%
— a smaller-than-average, fuzzy, pale-golden and cream crossbreed. dark eyes, dark ear-tips. tiny horn nubs atop his head.
— [i]accessories: none
— [i]permanent damage: none
— [i]major injuries: malnourishment
— [i]minor injuries: nonePERSONALITY:
— affectionate, easily entertained, family-oriented, gentle, openminded. arachnophobic [spiders], dependent, ophidiophobic [snakes], quiet. gullible, nervous, seemingly "behind", shy, struggles with perception.at a young age, palatino follows his father around closely. he's quiet and shy, stuttering over his words and struggling with a terrible lisp; speaking seems difficult for him, and he's behind when it comes to his development. nervous and fearful of judgement, he walks with his tail between his legs, a gentle kid that seeks comfort from his father at all times. without a familiar face nearby, it's likely that he'll break out into panicked sobbing and whimpering, immensely dependent on the people he knows in order to function properly.
he's easily attached to objects, and doesn't seem particularly intelligent as a young child. he seems pretty detached from reality, not in the sense that he's spaced out, but in the sense that he simply doesn't understand things like others do; he seems to draw just as much comfort from objects that smell like people as he does from the people themselves — give him something as simple as a stick that smells like his father, or a tissue, and he'll be content enough to even fall asleep on it. if spooked by something in the presence of such an item, he'll try and hide behind it, no matter how small it may be.
palatino is entertained by the little things. the sound of ripping paper, bubbles, etcetera. he's also incredibly affectionate; he needs warmth, and thus has a habit of knocking against people and trying to burrow against them. he starts to generalise his father's scent to shadowclan in general, by about five months old, and will burrow against anyone that smells like his clan. he develops a fear of spiders, too, after one drops on his head, and also a fear of snakes, after one bites one. though he doesn't often speak actual words, he voices his emotions in other ways, relying on wordless cries and body language. despite his childhood setbacks, he's a trusting kid, gullible and wide-eyed in his youth. he's the sort of child a parent would do good to monitor constantly, for his own peace of mind.
[size=8]
INTERACTION:
▪ Untrained | Defenceless | Pathetically Easy
▪ Can't Start Fights | Can't Fight | Easy Kill
▪ Attack in bold WHITE or bold underlined
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. -
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4]
jaws please sleep. i thought i was the irresponsible one here -
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]
You think you used to be human, once, but you can't be sure. Gears click and whirr instead of joints, wires hum beneath the surface instead of veins. They say you're only partly bionic, that you still have bone in some places, just reinforced with something less natural, that somewhere beneath the plating, there is a brain, albeit one so tangled that it's hardly biological any more. Sometimes, you trace the line of the collar around your metal throat, right to the base of your neck, and you run your fingers up the protected wiring that curves round, nestling back into your body at the back of your head. You wonder what it does. You never bother to ask.
They give you tests, sometimes, and you complete them. Mental tests, physical tests, occasionally a mixture of both; they ask you for emotional responses, sometimes, too, but you're not skilled at that. Truthfully, the most you can offer is mimicry, and when they ask you how that feels, you don't know how to respond. Like always, you tell them, and they sigh, muted but obviously disappointed. Humans have an odd way of betraying everything about themselves, and you see it all. Occasionally, you'll tell them that of your own volition— they looked at you in shock, the first time you commented on their blatant weaknesses, but you're not sure why. You still have free thought. You're still real.
You sit in a cell, plugged into the mains, letting yourself recharge. They once told you that they were working on finding away for you to become self-sufficient, but it's a long process. Whenever your vision falters and you become sluggish, you request to be removed from the vicinity so that you may recharge, not because you care about yourself, but because your aptitude for success is impeded by low battery levels, and you know that failure is simply unneeded now, especially when you have the sufficient skills to succeed when at full capacity. This is your version of sleeping, in a way; powering down is closer, but that's a rare occurrence. Instead, you spend your off-time sitting on a platform, staring at your limbs and watching as the cracks between the plating glows blue and crimson with life.
I am not an android, you tell one of the humans, one day, as he's preparing to hook you up to the system, wishing to download more information onto you, upload more information from you. He almost drops the plugs in his shock, the emotion registering clearly on his features, but you meet it with an eternal indifference. He stares at you for a long time; then he laughs, and the sound is high, squeaky, nervous. You wonder why such an idle comment evokes such a response, but perhaps robots aren't meant to speak with such conviction. Not surprising. You refuse to accept that you are one. "Yeah, okay." he agrees, and you let the subject drop, even though you know he doesn't believe you.
Another time, you're being repaired by the engineer, and you once more figure it's time to press them. You didn't build me from scratch. the screwdriver clatters to the floor, and you shake your head at him. I'm made partly of organic material; I'm part human. he shakes his head back, eyes wide behind his goggles, and he tells you that you're being foolish. You know that he's lying, that you aren't foolish, because foolishness is not in your programming (but perhaps it's in something else, something biological). But you say nothing. You decide that obedience to the humans is a stronger section of your code than the defiance of your buried nature. You decide not to tell him that you bleed, and let him believe that your robotic heart only pushes currents through your form.
wip.
It's 5am, now, so that probably makes no sense. I'll rewrite it when I'm not tired.Maybe I'll sleep at some point, Rev. Idk. My sister and her friends are being pretty loud.
-
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]
red ♧ night ♧ both
[hr]
A thousand disbelievers couldn't keep me on the ground
I've invented a momentum that'll never slow me down
I believe it cause I feel it and I shout it out loud
I can, I can, I can, so
[hr]
Everybody said, "Boy, don't go any higher"
(Uh uh, fuck that) I can do anything
"Never push the limit and don't play with fire"
(Uh uh, fuck that) I can do anything
[hr]
Wear my heart on my fist
Take you by surprise fighter
[hr]
If they tell you that you can't
You can shove it in their face
I can, I can, I can, so
[hr]
Never try, never win, never get a break
You miss a hundred percent of the shots you never take -
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]
[x] love's not real
[x] there are scars under my armour
[x] are you satisfied?
[x] are you satisfied with an easy life?
[x] the melting point of wax means nothing to me
[x] sadnecessary
[x] i dance in the flames
[x] how could it be so bad when you're already dead?
[x] cheer up london
[x] cheer up london, it's not that bad
[x] you're dead already
[x] you're already dead and it's not that bad
[x] you will never rest until the stars burn out
[x] dead end king
[x] trust, nothing is enough
[x] the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back
[x] he’s the prince of life, you’re his demise -
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]Okay, so it's 5:17am, and I'm finally going to sleep. G'night. Or, uh, morning, I guess.
-
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]Okay, so the thing with Red makes no sense. I'll rewrite that.. eventually. MM. I need to rewrite a lot of things.
-
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]i'm still laughing about return of the joker, though. i need to just. take a moment.
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px;]/ falls in[/fancypost]
-
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]hello, skull!! i'm currently spending my time blatantly trying to avoid the help den,,
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px;]aaahh me too
i will now employ a distraction so we will be,, distracted
..........so whats your favorite colorgreat job me tem outta tem[/fancypost]