Posts by Ethel

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  • CLEANING? NAWWW // open

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    "Never heard of her." the Deerling replied blandly, pursing her lips with a neutral stare. Well, that was the Deerlings for you, always snickering and besting those in whispers and quiet taunts. She needed to get Super Senses or something, because it was ticking her off that they were mumbling all these insults instead of speaking it to ones face. Ethel Deerling, head of the family." she stated, tail flicking in little interest.



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  • PICK A PERSONALITY — DEERLING MEETING

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    "Damn, head assistant deputy?" the seal point muttered, ears twitching slightly. Afterwards, she shrugged, eyebrows raised faintly to put on a praising face. "Well, Deerlings only go for the best." she murmured, smiling down towards her sister. Ethel was proud, glad there would be more Deerlings to annoy the fuck out if everyone. "Anyone else have any announcements?" Ethel asked with a flick of her tail.



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  • SO LETS PARTY AT THE GRAVEYARD - Open, joining

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    "Oh, you'll find a way." the Head Deerling purred in a velvet voice, tail flicking behind her. Everyone had gotten up, surely it wouldn't be that hard? Hm, it was just like a test to join the Insignia— now it was a whole other challenge to physically join. It really shouldn't be. "Ethel Deerling, welcome aboard." the seal point introduced herself.



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  • MY FIRST KISS WENT A LITTLE LIKE THIS: *Silence* [open]

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    "Oh, keep your chin up darling, perfection is a disease that has gladly not plagued you, nor me— only the fake dolls that lay dead with open eyes. It's not worth the bother." the seal point purred, her voice faint and distant. The way she spoke in metaphors annoyed the crap out if a lot of the other Insignia members, so it might as well have the same effect on the head Casanova. Oh well. As she said, she wasn't perfect.



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  • Call me, maybe?![open]

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    "Hmph, got a feisty little guy there, huh?" the Head Deerling asked, voice rich and velvety. Tail flicking as she watched the squirrel, Pocky and Genesis play whatever game they had planned on doing. Ethel wasn't one to play games, but certainly was it entertaining to watch Pocky turn around and tell of the child.



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  • DRAG RACE;; open, power discovery

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    "Not a problem, dear." Ethel murmured, chiming away as soon as she got there. Spinning on her heels, she headed for the Physician's cabins. Although she surely as fuck had no idea what was wrong with her sister clearly, she decided it was serious enough to find a medic. Maybe she was having morning sickness? Hm, maybe ...



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  • ᴛʜᴇ sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ [open;; death] ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

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    "Goddamn." was all the young Lieutenant could say. What was this, the third death in two days? To her, it felt like more. Such beautiful, innocent deaths. How enchantingly horrible. The seal point dipped her head in respect for Ashikia, so confused at why all of this was happening. Was Nephthys mad? Or was she in the mood for more funerals?



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  • THE INSIGNIA OOC AWARDS!!

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    Tracking omf people you guysss



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  • START ACTING LIKE A LADY + OPEN

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    "Corey, darling, what's up?" the seal point asked with her sadistic smirk, ears flicking in the direction of the two Insignia members. Ethel sat down beside her pregnant sister, tail twitching slightly. This was why Ethel didn't want children— even though she wanted her family to expand. The length of being pregnant was too exhausting and your body would never be the same after pregnancy.



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  • ONLY LIVE IN THE DARK — PRIVATE

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    The Deerling had removed herself from her family's cabin, letting both of her pregnant sisters rest and clear the air so there would be less complaining. Feeling a slight buzz of exhaustion, Ethel swung a paw across the water and sprinkled it to her face, a grim smirk falling straightly on her lips. The moon hung above her eyes, staring up at the crescent with smokey blue eyes.



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  • ONLY LIVE IN THE DARK — PRIVATE

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    "Kitten? Is that supposed to be a 'cute' nickname." the lacey seal point would snap evenly, not looking before finally craning her neck to look at the female with slitted eyes. The loquacious lesbian would grunt slightly before rocking on her heels to stand up fully. "Call me Ethel Deerling, and nothing else unless you are given my permission to engage further." she would remark dryly, her sadistic smirk erasing bitterly with a roll of her pale blue eyes. Not today. She was not fucking around today.



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  • PICK A PERSONALITY — DEERLING MEETING

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    "Lovely announcement of yours, Nicholas." the creamy and coffee shaded point would muse in her deep, divine tone, rolling her plush blue eyes and batting her eyelashes. "Mm, I'm actually now second guessing my 'heir trials' suggestion, what do you guys think?" Ethel would ask, paw drawing lazy circles into the carpet.
    (honestly stuck at what to do here, so yeah)



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  • ONLY LIVE IN THE DARK — PRIVATE

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    Ethel certainly didn't expect for the female feline to continue calling her by her full name— resistance was simply that drove for the best and curiosity in everyone. "Oh, I believe the term is 'sour-apple', sorry to break the news." she replied with barely a look over her shoulder. She had no time for these new hotshots thinking they were all this and that. They hadn't met the Head of the Deerlings yet. "But to answer you slightly incorrect question— nothing. If you have a problem with it, I have two suggestions." Ethel flicked something off her shoulder, watching it pitifully fall to the ground. "One, get used to it because you're going to be seeing it a lot. Or two, simply, I dunno ... fuck off." she kept her voice even and comfortable, spiced with a slight flare to her tone.



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  • ONLY LIVE IN THE DARK — PRIVATE

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    A smirk danced on her liquored lips sadistically before washing away in a bloodbath. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about polluting anything of mine. This mouth has sinned many times, and I wouldn't mind doing it many more." she remarked, not letting a simple word falter. "Now, who the fuck are you, and what the fuck do you want?".



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  • ONLY LIVE IN THE DARK — PRIVATE

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    "I asked you what you wanted, not your life story as to how you got here. Now, let me rephrase it. Why the hell did you come over to speak to me?" she would mumble in monotone, eyes rolling slightly.
    (ugh, exhausted, sorry for my crappy responses as well)



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  • I'M NOT HERE FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT // open, easter eggs found!

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    "Well, isn't this delightfull."the velvety voice that ended with a tone like matte black nails across a chalkboard giggled. The toffee and chestnut hued point strided over to where the group had begun to accumulate, her tail flicking in a dismissive way with her ties wiggling in the sand. Eggs in the sand? Now surely there was something wrong with these humans.



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