Posts by ?cavalrypaw

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: auto; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]but I hate being hated


    and aster is me


    her personality is mine


    all of those things that she did, I would have done[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: auto; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]well


    i am loud and sarcastic and rude and passive aggressive in a very confronting way[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: auto; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]omf lockie you sound just like one of my friends


    someone: peace!
    me: yeah!
    my friend: peace is better!
    someone else: RAID!
    my friend: umm actually raid
    me: WTF CHRISTINA    [/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: auto; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]/pets


    dont worry im probably weirder than all of you


    at school i pretend to be a velociraptor to scare the first graders


    and then they look at me like 'what the actual f is wrong with this girl'[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: auto; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]in third grade i was sitting on top of the backrest of my chair.


    teacher: please sit on your chair, queeny
    me: i am. /smirks
    the class: /giggles uncontrollably
    teacher: /sighs you know what i meant.    [/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: auto; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]"Jasper, you speak of war as if it's some twisted form of merriment. You call it excitement. War is costly. Bloodshed is haunting. Use your words more cautiously, and perhaps others wouldn't scorn your plans. But I don't judge you too harshly. You're too young and blind to see the tolls it takes. But nevertheless, I support Candelacrisis in her vying for an attack on BloodClan. Perhaps a few select Insignians have caused trouble for us, but not the whole Clan. We would be raiding them unprovoked, and so when they would next attack us, it would be a just battle on their part. It's not our job to be the unjust criminals." Persephone approached, adding her own to the web of voices.[/fancypost]

  • ( when I grow up ☆ open speech )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: auto; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]"Whom do you speak of? The Insignia or BloodClan? Because make no mistake, BloodClan deserves every bit of trouble they've got coming to them." the seasoned warrior questioned Tyrion's words after returning Candela's smile with a respectful nod and a grin of her own. Turning back to Jasper, Perse offered a word of council. "Send a diplomat to speak with DarkClan about their ties to BloodClan. Inquire about their stance if we were to raid BloodClan."[/fancypost]

  • ( SWING FROM THE CHANDELIER ) human AU dinner banquet & ball

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: auto; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]It wasn't as bad this time when Persephone woke up as a human with a long waterfall of silky black hair. Climbing out of bed, the violet-eyed girl studied her very pale skin and elegant body in the mirror. Her full pink lips stretching downward in displeasure, she noted the fact that she was standing there naked with the windows and doors in her little cottage wide open. Anyone from the street could see her without clothing. A light pink blush creeping down her cheeks and neck onto her collarbone, Perse hurried to the bed and grabbed a sheet, wrapping it around herself and pinching it closed just below her romantically rosy collarbone. The sheet being rather short, it ended a few inches above her knee, and she found herself in the same situation Felicity did that one day. Shrugging off her embarrassment, she once again studied herself in the mirror, wishing wistfully that she possessed the same intoxicating beauty as she did now in her cat form. "Maybe that would've made Klondike stay." Persephone thought foolishly, a spray of diamond tears suddenly perching on her long, thick black lashes. Blinking them away, she crept outside barefoot, noticing that she'd slept most of the day and that it was now sunset. The dwindling sunlight kissed her skin and gave her a golden glow as she stood there, wrapped in her short sheet, barefoot. The gentle breeze tossed her fine ebony locks about, and an NPC male who'd also suffered the same transformation cat called at her. Her delicate blush soon turning angry, the femme stomped over to the guy and punched him in the face before running down the street to a random, unclaimed house. This house was a large white manor, built in supreme luxury. Inside, there was plenty of activity. A flock of NPCS rushed about, preparing for something. As Persephone approached in her rather revealing outfit, an NPC dressed as a maid rushed over and tipped into a hurried curtsy. "M'lady, we're preparing for a ball and banquet as a surprise for the rest of the Clan. Would you like to act as hostess?" she offered. Perse leaped at the chance eagerly, nodding vigorously. "Then we'll have to get you fixed up and then decide on food and invitations. Oh, and music. My name is Cecily, m'lady." the maid smiled at her, slowly leading her into the mansion's grand splendor.


    Many hours later, fancy invitations had been dropped off with a bouquet of white roses at every Clan member's doorstep, the massive dining hall had a long oak table with crystal vases filled to the brim with flowers of every shade, and it creaked under the weight of platters of every type of food imaginable. The ballroom looked absolutely gorgeous with it's sparkling chandeliers, hanging flowers, and stage with a pack of musicians ready to play whichever song the guests requested.


    Persephone herself was a vision. She wore a black silk and chiffon party dress that laced up in the back and was strapless. No jewelry was evident on the female, a thin layer of rosy blush was dusted onto her cheeks and collar bone to give her a romantic glow. Her beautiful locks were left loose but brushed, and she was lightly perfumed with the scent of flowers. On her feet were a pair of black ballet slippers, that laced up on her thin legs elegantly. Going out onto the marble steps at the front of the manor, the girl stood, waiting.


    click for manor
    click for banquet hall
    click for ball room
    click for ballroom playlist
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height: auto; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]lol wishy


    everyone else: /cries NOOOOO
    wishy: bye !!




    i'm takin' a break with lockie over there yup mhm we'll take lots of walks and I will pm you swifty don't worry[/fancypost]