Posts by RUSSIA ZAROFF

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He found himself smiling like the idiot he was when they hugged him, then came running around to the other side of the couch to sit with him. He twirled the rose in his hand slowly, looking at every petal starting to decay. Now he knew presenting a dying flower to your significant other was, in most eyes, a sh!tty thing to do. Why? Everyone wanted to gift their lovers the best gifts, as if to show off their affections. Not to mention the flower was, in fact, dying. But he didn't associate that with anything bad. The flower had fought the good fight.

"Flower. Saw it on one of the rose vines out there, it was the last one standing. Thought I'd end the misery before the cold completely choked the life out of it. Held up pretty well." As Cass asked about what he was holding, Alfred gave them a vague rundown of the story, tapping him on the nose with the flower. The kiss on his cheek made him blush a little bit, as it did every time. Damn it, Cassius. You know what? He liked it that way. He'd take all the kisses Cass had to offer, thanks.

[color=#FCDC3B]"And, uh...I thought I'd do something nice for you, so, here. If you want." He offered them the flower with a dorky smile, hoping it was good enough. Sure, this was Cass, but he still got worried from time to time that whatever he did wasn't enough. Guess that was what happened when you lived your whole life listening to people tell you that you really were a burden and couldn't do sh!t right...ever.

But he tried.

He wrapped his arms around Cassius, pulling him in for a good, wholesome hug. He was started to warm up a bit again, at least, and now the issue was fighting to urge to just sleep right where he was.

[ f#ck me this is so short but i'm exhausted ]

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eyyyyy alrighty
any plots or just go headfirst and see what goes down?

i cOULD JUST MAKE A THREAD AND THROW SH!T OUT THERE

PAX U TOO

can't make any threads atm tho
i need to work on school work

dude hey!
you know what, screw schedules lmao

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“Those...rainbow fire...powder packet things...uh....those ones from t' dollar store. You got some?”

Huh. He didn't think so. Alfred kinda knew what those were and what they were for, but that was about it. He had wood, sh!t to burn, and sh!t to make a bigger fire. That was about it, really. On top of that, anything even vaguely chemical related wasn't exactly his strong point. He was no chemist, or even really too into that sh!t, but if Cass wanted to throw something into the fire and make a big rainbow fire, then hey, he was up for it.

He didn't say anything else, sincd Cass had gone to do whatever. Probably find some. He just put his attention back on the fire, taking one of the sticks he hadn't burned to poke at it a bit. Embers flung themselves out at him, stinging his legs and a few on his chest. He cursed under his breath, flinching before putting the stick down. Damn fire. He loved it though, and was more than used to the sting by now. What a man.

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Strolling over with a cheeky grin and a lighthearted tone to go with it, Alfred lightly punched Frightfur in the shoulder as he stood beside the serval. He offered Lucien a friendly smile just to let him know he hadn't forgotten parental unit #2. Nah, they were both some of his favorite people, it'd be a crime to forget either one of them in any situation.

See kids, this is why Alfred wasn't going to be a parent any time soon. Not even counting the physical reasons why, he just wasn't mentally ready for anything like that. He was too out there, he liked being free and doing whatever the hell he wanted. Didn't wanna be tied down. Not only that, but he had some serious daddy issues that really f#cked him up when he thought about raising a kid. A whole kid. He didn't want to f#ck up and ruin the kid's life. Long story short, he was just built more for the cool uncle role, or the big brother role. And you could bet your ass he was staying there.

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sOAP IS A VERY HARD NAME TO USE IN SHIP NAMES DAMMIT

soap x alfred
dog tag bros

frightfur x alfred tho
can we just take a moment to imagine

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He knew he didn't know this one. Must've left before he showed up in the clan or something. Whatever, RiverClan was RiverClan, even if he did have more biased hatred towards a few in particular. No real hate aside from merely being associated with the watery clan meant Alfred wasn't going to do anything harsh to Draco, luckily. He was a rather merciless guy when he was given the free chance to be.

Now, one thing he could say was new was using a burnt croissant to shut someone up. That was...pretty funny. No, super funny. F#cking hilarious. The evidence was clear upon Alfred's face as he showed up, an amused smile on his pale face. "That was clever, actually." Ha, fate jokes. They saw the chance and took it.

He noticed the glitching and glanced over with a vaguely concerned look, making sure the other didn't just...explode or some sh!t. Hey, you never knew.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;][/fancypost] He told himself he wouldn't get drunk, at least around other people. Never again. And yet, this would be the second time he broke that promise. See, he'd had an unfortunate incident occur in his past life from drinking, and really did not want a repeat. Unfortunately, he had gotten one, but he hadn't been drunk so he couldn't blame it on himself. Should he have been, he'd be blaming himself day and night, even if it was no where near his fault.

This event would never be spoken of. He told Cass of the second one, but never the first.

And yet, here he was, drunk off his ass.

The holidays were around the corner, and some guys had asked him out drinking. His plan was to have a few drinks and get out of there, but he ended up staying and drinking a lot more than he'd planned. Holiday champagnes and sh!t. They were actually really f#cking good, and lacked the sort of strong alcoholic scent everyone expected. Nope, it was more like cinnamon and maybe a light hint of alcohol.

So here the bodyguard was, stumbling a bit and fur a hot fluffy mess. His wings, normally mostly slicked down, were all poofy and sh!t, not tucked in tightly because he hardly realized they were there. The thing with Alfred was, when he got drunk, he was loopy and vulnerable as all hell. But it was pretty f#cking funny to watch him try to do anything at all.

"F#ck you sun, yeah you. Imma fight you. Come down here and face me like a man ya damn coward..."

Yes. He was saying he would fight the sun. He was hopeless.

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"You've summoned the grand lord of spars and fights. You wanna go, Frighty?" With a grin, Alfred rolled his shoulders back until they popped, and rather loudly. Muscles rippled under a white pelt, and he yanked his glasses off and set them aside so they wouldn't break.

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He had been through some sh!t with dogs, which was ironic considering he was a dog himself, but he knew when he was being observed as a possible chew toy and not a sentient being. He just...he just had that burned into his mind. He wanted to turn and run away, realize there was nothing he could do for her anymore, but he just couldn't bear to leave her.

"Don't look at me like that." His voice dropped to something barely above a whisper, swallowing nervously and forcing himself not to step back. Not again, never again, please...he could almost see back into his own past. Memories of being ripped apart by dogs to the chorus of men yelling and cheering them on. Now while it was just him and Nat, the main point was getting torn to pieces and left to die.

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Oh, sh!t. Glancing over as he heard the girl's words towards him, Alfred just smiled and laughed a little bit, shrugging. Okay, that was actually a legitimate question. After all, he was shirtless in cold ass weather. Hell, there was always someone asking how he f#cking survived, either that or they asked if he was insane for it. No, not insane, just really warm all the time. And used to the snow.

"Super warm body, I guess. And you know, muscle." Just to prove a point and joke around all the while, Alfred crackled his knuckles, muscles in his arms tensing and showing themselves off while his veins became more prominent, pushed up towards the surface. If he legitimately flexed his arms, it would be even worse. And by worse he meant better.

[color=#FCDC3B]"How's the snowman coming along?" It wasn't a big snowman, but it was big enough to catch his attention. And it had a hat. Snowmen in hats always caught his attention. Regardless, he'd noticed he'd distracted her from her creation of a snow being and felt amused as hell. Who knew, maybe if he stood too close the snow would melt. Ha, wouldn't that be something?

He tugged at his dog tags, playing around with them as they clinked with the familiar soft metallic sound. Sh!t, they were already cold. That's what he got for wearing metal in the cold, but at the same time, he never took these off. Ever. Nope. If they were somewhere he was not, expect he was dead or missing. Always expect the worst.

// gross this is so late

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me: i'm going to do a thread full of good oc development
me: ( makes some sh!t about Al getting drunk )
me: oh dear

yes someone used the meme
i am proud

also i've been responding to old threads all night holla

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"Whaaat? Nah man, I'm already hot enough." Turning towards Tara as his attention given to the sun just went straight out the window, Alfred snickered a bit at his own comment, tail wagging and just about causing him to fall over. He had to catch his balance last minute or he'd be tumbling down onto his ass. [color=#FCDC3B]"Sh!t, the f#ck am I doin'? Man I am just so fukkin' drunk."

More staggering took place as he tried to walk, but quickly halted when he realized he was going to break his nose or something trying. He felt a wave of panic subtly wash over him, as he wasn't drunk enough to forget everything, which meant memories. That, and he realized he wasn't going to be fighting any time soon, not until this wore off. Again, that freaked him the f#ck out. Tara was chill, but what about someone else? He didn't trust anyone, if he was going to be honest. Someone was gonna pull some sh!t the one time he couldn't swing at 'em. Of course.

And yet, despite the panic, he seemed chill on the outside. Why? He wasn't about to give away anything. He kept that sh!t to himself.

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okay fixed my sh!tty post

also ye
tis lostsilver indeed

sEE NOW THIS ONE I CAN DO LMAO
so eyyyy have a gay

aNGRY U SAY
( COUGHS )

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Plopping his furry ass on the ground, Alfred thumped his tail against the ground and entertained himself with his dog tags, playing around with them and snickering at the jingling of the metal tags. He had a few minutes of that before falling over and landing on his side, staying there and laughing weakly. He couldn't think of anything else but to curl up into a ball, and a tight one at that. Just a big ball of white fluff.

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He remained in his little fluff ball formation, finding himself staring off into...nothing. Sure maybe he wasn't being super out of it and funny at this point, but you know what? Too bad. He wasn't totally in control of his actions at this point, anything went. Not to mention he was still being thrown in multiple directions from all the out of control emotions brawling in his head. He probably would have felt the headache clawing at his mind, pain feeling not unlike his head being crushed.

Twistedkit had said something about playing instead of being sleepy, but he just...he wasn't in the mood. Nor did he have the motor skills at the moment to do much of anything. Besides, what the hell did that even mean? He racked his groggy brain for answers, but didn't get any.

Then Cass showed up, which relaxed him a little bit, even more so when he mentioned going home. Home...home was safe, right? He wanted to go home and sleep this off, but he also...didn't. He wasn't sure how to explain it. Maybe he was too tired to actually move? No, not too tired. Too drunk. Too drunk to move, but sober enough to think. Think and remember.

"Sorry." One crisp word in response, not moving once even with Cassius buried in his wings then up and swatting him across the ear. He didn't even look like he noticed, honestly. He was too busy staring blankly as his vision went from blurry to focused, back and forth.

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Then again, he was a human then. Huge difference.

She lunged at him, and in a brief second all he saw was the strange looking wolf before the feeling of warm blood splashed across his skin, running and leaking as veins were broken by sharp fangs and skin torn by powerful jaws. He wasn't even sure where she had managed to latch on to, but it was agonizing. He clenched his own jaw at the feeling, pushing against Nat with his paws in a weak attempt to get free.

He would have fought back normally. This was Alfred, after all, he loved a good fight to get that adrenaline going. But this? No...he was paralyzed.

From the violent shaking to the canines digging into his flesh, Alfred's body was getting torn apart. Even if that hadn't been Supernatural's intention, it's what was happening, right now. Her jaws were probably stained by this point, but he couldn't see. He couldn't see anything but blurred surroundings from getting shaken like a chew toy. He was starting to go numb from shock, he...he couldn't feel anything but a dull pain and warm slickness from all the blood. While he couldn't see it, the scarlet was dripping off him, hitting the ground in some cases and being flung around in others.

He wanted to scream, but he was just...frozen. His vision was blurry, he wasn't sure whether he was in pain or not at this point, and more than half his body was just...red. A dark, dark red.

Was this supposed to happen? He couldn't feel it either, but his cheeks were tear stained and wet. He knew he could die here. Normally that didn't scare him, because he always had someone to bring him back. Except...now he was alone. If he died, he...he died. That was it, game over. He didn't wanna die.

// i think we can open this now! c:

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