Posts by marcybearr

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][sub]hi darling, it's marcy! c: if this is not open or i don't win? may i reuse the app? ♥ /w\


    cat name sweetfragrance


    description appearance - sweetfragance is a sagacious and graceful cat, and the traits of her personality link to her rather pleasing appearance. small, delicate paws appear as if dip-dyed, toes a bleach white, as if snow has stained her feet and pads. sweet's nose is a stunning pink, like the lips of a lover, and her eyes are a stunning blue. she is a long-haired blue point, with a lithe frame and an overall delicate intricacy to her.


    personality - a wry tongue and a coy nature by birth, most would expect sweet to be out there, grabbing toms by the tail. but no - she is rather introvertive, preferring to stay at the back and reside in seclusion to others. an abusive parent has lead to the delicate intricacies that jogged through her mind to be crushed, and now, she is a rather bland cat. that does not mean sweet is not friendly and caring, but all in all, she prefers to be alone, or only accompanied by no more than two other felidaes that mean the world to her.


    will i keep up? i have you on skype silly!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][sub]1. nope! any type of animal is allowed if it is in the store or under free animals - but a domestic cat is absolutely fine ♥


    2. do you mean those really pretty fancypost things?


    3. go profile -> forum profile. at the bottom you will see CUSTOM COLOR - put any color you want in there, and if you wish to have multiple, do it like this -
    red, green, blue, etcetera.
    it also accepts hex codes!


    4. those are subaccounts, i believe. /w\ you can create them by going profile - > modify my camp - > manage subaccounts c:

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][sub]i think!! mangola has listed them all but i usually open up with my char eating, coming back from patrol or just bein a lazy ass like me /w\

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][sub]Alright. So my best friend, Holly, claims she is pansexual. Which i have nothing wrong with ! Im pansexual too /w\ But what pisses me off is that she and multiple people claim that Pansexual is "just like bisexuality but nicer." It's annoying because people agree with her.


    Don't label yourself if you arent sure of it -n- Pansexuality is a specific term used for no specifics. If you just want guys or guys, go to bisexual. What makes Pansexual SO. DIFFERENT. is that you include non-binary and transgenders. You actually show favor to those because if you preferred a certain gender ( say your own ) then you'd be homo, etc.


    I s2g i will stab the next person who goes "there's no difference"


    Because I don't like labelling stuff like that. It puts you to a group but I need a name for it, and Im not gonna put up with people who don't actually understand what it is and claim they are it.


    Think of it this way, someone hetero is dating the opposite gender and claiming they are homosexual. That is how annoying it is for a lot of pansexuals, pansexuality is actually uncommon as a lot of people get creeped out by trans* in a romantic form.


    Mistaking pansexuality for bisexuality is just as severe as mistaking homosexuality for heterosexuality


    *breathes*

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][sub]hi there! u v u im deciding to take up 100 oneshots which will vary, but these will contain (in order of abundance)
    r i f t (v i de o g a m e) O C's
    m a y b e c a t s


    wow such content


    note: 'rift ocs' are like medieval fantasy futuery human *


    anyway! i will try to do 100 if i pass out halfway through since im a hecka loser then hey u get like 50 oneshots. leggo /w\ ( s h i t these have to be 1000+ words right )


    [align=center][sub][size=3]. T A B L E - O F - O N E-H U N D R E D[/size]


    1. you were gone (rift oc)

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    [sub][size=3]Y O U - W E R E - G O N E[/size]
    " and in that moment, i swear you were gone, as if you were sand and you slipped between my fingertips, into the dunes - so that i'd never find you again. i could try, but every grain was different, and piles contained bits of you. but i always tried - you were never whole. "


    [sub]There was something about the air that certain night. The way it carried the subtle fragrance of pine needles, of wild berries - a spray of a lover's perfume, just a single tap of the index finger; and when you walked past, a pleasing scent would fill your nostrils. But, the scent didn't come from nothing. A clock ticked, bells chimed, and it was rather eerie, but there was a steady boiling noise.


    Tea.


    Winter had set in Shimmersand, and while snow - thankfully - stayed off the area, a wintry chill filled the open houses, causing the breath of midnight air to become a factory for goosebumps. The small pricks on your skin would arise as soon as the sun fell, and quiet gales danced with you.


    Every step.


    Vikktoria breathed out, closing her eyes as the light wisps of white dissipated in the air, gone as soon as they were produced. She was the source of the subtle smell, the warm drink's fragrance wafting out her open windows. Wrapped up in what she could muster, the Rogue gave a shiver. Not just because of the winds.


    The dunes.


    It had been seven years, a whole several years since she had last laid eyes on him. His burly, tattooed figure, his pierced nose, his cold eyes. Everything about him - in a physical sense - was intimidating. He looked like a lowlife, unkempt brute, hair tousled and steel grey optics wild. If personalities were defined off appearance - if a graceful dancer was as sweet and smooth as her motions - then the young man, in his late teens when he disappeared, would have been the roughtest, toughest boxer in the district.


    But in all honesty - Niji was the softest, most caring Ethian male you would have met.


    And he was also Vikktoria's to-be. Her fiancee - they were so in love with each other, that four months after a serious relationship, this man who appeared so frightening dropped to a knee, and proposed.


    Even now, as his own parents had assumed him dead - she wore the ring, denied anyone else. Called names like 'wishful thinker' and 'mad'. All because she had devoted her love to one man, who disappeared for a few years, and she decided to be faithful. Forever. Until he showed up at her doorstep, the twinkle in his eyes dull. His heart no longer beating.


    Even thinking about it now, she would sniffle. Tears burned the back of her eyes, but she was prideful woman. Crying over lost love would get you nowhere.


    She merely stared at the ground in silence.


    And yet, through all this text - through all the thought that I am describing for you, something else was happening. A man, a little roughed up, burly, tattooed, with steel grey eyes - was pacing through the village, as silent as the wind that blew through Shimmersand.


    "Vikktoria."


    Something about the huskiness of the voice, how deep it was, made the Rogue's breath hitch.


    "No, no, no....The warmth is getting to me. Perhaps I am stuffy." The black-haired woman pleaded, bending over the windowsill and letting the cold air wash over her as she dangled outside, shivering.


    Hands on her waist made her perk up slightly, and the tears began to flow.


    "No, no, no."


    There was a grunt of laughter from behind, and suddenly, there was a solid, bulky frame above her, slightly taller. He was almost clean shaven - give way for a stubble - and there were tattooes all over him, his jaw, his biceps, everywhere.


    Why was he shirtless in this cold?


    "Yes, yes, yes, Vikky. It's been long, hasn't it?" A calloused, frozen hand made its way over to hers, and the fingers entwined. Vikk shut her eyes, trying to block out all thought, all everything. As soon as their fingers laced around each others, she pulled up, now standing properly. One hand was on her hip, the other holding her own, and she was tempted to turn around.


    "You're a figment. Niji was gone for a long time."


    Sobs.


    "You are silly, Vikky. You shouldn't refer to me as if I am a third person. I was gone for a long time. It hurts me that I was gone for so long and you would deny my reapperance. I thought you loved me? You love me, right?" There was a gentle 'mwah' noise on her neck - a soft kiss. The tears still fell, and she grasped his digits tighter than before.


    "No."


    The man laughed. Out of everything he could have done - he filled the room with a cold laughter, an almost sadistic chuckle.


    "Then why do you wear this?"


    His index and thumb felt the wring, twisting it almost. It was a little tight, due to the ring fitting her finger in teen years, but hey, it managed to slide on with a little fight.


    Vikk sucked in a breath. "I'm not going to throw it away."


    The man picked her up, honeymoon style, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Vikktoria Cinderbrood. I am here. You have bags under your eyes. You are tired. Sleep, and I will be gone by morning." Did she hear that right? Gone? Perhaps the Rogue was mishearing words, swapping them for antonyms. He would stay, of course. He had to.


    His burly arms plopped her onto the bed, stripping her to an undershirt, and he tucked her in. A kiss was set on her cheek, and Niji tucked a loose strand of hair behind Vikk's ears.


    "Goodnight, cherry pie. See you again." More hearing-hallucinations. See you again? See you tomorrow, right?


    She didn't have time to think. The fatigue washed over her, and the last she felt was Niji's arm wrap around her, holding her tight - and was that a sob she could hear? The back of her head was dry last time she checked, and it was growing steadily wet.


    * it all, I'm gone. And indeed she was. In here seconds, the peaceful, black wave of sleep washed over her, rendering her oblivious to everything else.


    When she woke, it was mid-day. Leaning over to place a hand on the chest of her lover, give him a kiss and prepare him breakfast, she was greeted to a cold dent. She felt it frantically, tears welling up in her eyes again, but she knew there was no point. Grasping winter-touched sheets would not bring back the beating heart that once lay here.


    [sub]" and when i saw you, in your pile, gathered up somehow, as if the dunes had mended you again - i picked you up. i held you there, cupped you in my hands, and sobbed. sobbed until you were damp, drenched. and there was a gust, and like they say - you were gone with the wind.


    perhaps it will be kind enough to piece you together again. or so i hope. "


    end