Posts by birdy (MOVED)

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:450px; font-family: arial][justify]"[color=goldenrod]Oh, there are a lot of you," said Lacey, raising her nonexistent eyebrows. Guess bribery really did work. Especially when candy was involved. As more and more people showed up, the wildcat dumped the bunch of peppermints on the ground in front of her, cringing as the wrappers crinkled. She hated that sound.

With the same sweet smile plastered to her maw, Lacey watched as a couple of ShadowClanners took the mints. She wasn't sure why she had them in the first place. At least they were a tood conversation starter. And it was at that point that the leopardess decided to mention, "[color=goldenrod]I can't promise that they aren't poisoned." Jokingly, of course, but with her thick accent it may have been hard for the others to hear that she was just playing around.

Laughing to herself, the demoness then dipped her head politely to those who had gathered. "[color=goldenrod]It's nice to meet all of you. I'm Lacey."

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:450px; font-family: arial][justify]Lacey?

Said woman was about to slap herself for not recognizing the wolf sooner. Who else would wear such flamboyant accessories? Who else would know her name and not ask if she was a prostitute? It was the only remaining family she had. Meenah had somehow found Lacey, whether after vigorous stalking or by coincidence. Either way, this was a surprise that was beyond pleasant for the demoness.

"[color=goldenrod]The one and only," responded Lacey, straightening herself up to take a better look at her granddaughter. "[color=goldenrod]It's been quite a while, elskan, where have you been? And why the hell are you falling out of bushes?"

( kinda museless
elskan is a term of endearment in case you were curious )

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]Mmm, celebratory orgy. Lucas wondered if being a complete schizo could be sexually transmitted. Then maybe everyone would stop asking who he was talking to and start asking why the fucking snakes kept following them. "It's not a celebratory orgy without the wine, man." Not that he'd ever had wine - he wasn't that classy. And as far as he was concerned, it wasn't exactly a good sign when someone passed out while you were screwing them. Drunk or not.

"And let's not eat the zombie. Or kill it. I wanna keep it as my pillow. I betcha all the blood and guts will do great for my neck. Nothin' like sleeping on a pile of rotting flesh, if you know what I mean."

Are you implying something sexual? Funny, I didn’t take you for a necrophiliac.

"I don't fuck dead things, dammit."

[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]"Hey, if you're me, it happens. Somehow." He tried to shrug it off like he did everything else, but Lucas still felt pretty bad. He hated making girls angry. It lowered his chances of either getting laid or making friends and he wasn't too fond of that happening. He needed sex and friends to live.

As Abstract's lip began to bleed, the canine raised his brows as high as they could go. He knew it wasn't as bad as his brain was making it out to be, but instead of a little bit of blood, he saw a whole river just spewing from her mouth. He had the distinct urge to barf a little, even if the delusion disappeared when he blinked. "Hey, chica, no Greek god's cursing you. It's my fault I followed you. And if Athena was cursing you, I don't think she'd send someone like me after you." After all, he was pretty harmless when it came to... well, anything. He wouldn't do much good for someone's curse. Or bad.

"Is there such a thing as a pretty crier? Trust me, crying isn't meant to be pretty." Lucas shifted a little closer, until their shoulders were brushing. "You wanna cry on me? I don't mind being soggy."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]Lucas had not been attacked. He hadn't gotten into any fights and he wasn't running from anything dangerous. No, this had happened out of pure stupidity, alongside the factor of him being kind of out of his mind. He wasn't all there at the moment. He was having a real hard time trying to figure out how to react. Were legs supposed to bend like that? Probably not. It hurt a lot. He had the distinct urge to wail like a little bitch, even if the sight of his leg all wonky-looking was kind of funny in a really gross way.

He'd tripped over a pebble and landed in a ditch that was oh-so conveniently placed.

You're so stupid, berated one of the many voices, even if Lucas wasn't paying much attention to them. Yout mother should have swallowed you.

Lucas just giggled. His laughter was short-lived, however, because even the slightest movement sent pain shooting through his back leg. He didn't want to move. He'd just sit there and wait for it to go back to normal because honestly, this had never happened before. He'd been raised as a mostly indoor pet. These kinds of things never happened to him. He'd seen dogs and cats and that satanic gerbil down the street get run over and such, but it never happened to him. It never came close.

"[color=indianred]Why do things hurt," groaned the Rottweiler, doing his best not to cry like he was a baby. Real men took the pain like a champ. Granted, Lucas was nowhere near a real man, but he could pretend. It wasn't like he was going anywhere, anyway.

"[color=indianred]...I don't remember how this happened."

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this is the kind of thing you outrgow when you're like, seven
but thanks obama i'm too paranoid for this shit nope
last night i got about an hour of sleep because I turned all the lights in my house on and it's both unhealthy and hard for me to sleep with so many lamps on
cause you know chemicals
so i spent all night feeling like my eyes were burning in their sockets and then i worried about my hair going grey because body chemicals and shit and i kept thinking about all the fucking scary stories i read and for some reason my brain went all masochistic and all of a sudden:
"hey igno what if you wake up and maggots have eaten away your eyes"
WHAT THE FUCK, ME IS THIS A KINK
DO I H WVE A FETISH FOR MAKING MYSELF NOT SLEEP
quick someone kinkshame me
and then "you know maybe if you hide under a bunch of blankets you can turn off the lights"
i get up to do that and all of a sudden the fucking ratman is coming for me because hahahah nope
so i turned the lamp back on and hid under all the quilts and it was still creepy
and quiet
i may or may not have cried and spent all night on tumblr
i swear to god if i think of fly larvae one more time i will flip shit
this is not okay at all
i am not fine with the current situation at hand
can i have a new brain
or someone to sleep on the outside of the bed at night so the d emons twke them first
i feel like being five again and crawling into my parental unit's sleeping space
but nah

F
uCKIN G MAGGOTS
THERE ARE BEES IN MY CLOSET AND I FEEL ITCHY
THEY WANT MY HONEY NUTS

okay i'm done ranting
i feel better :^)

[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]From a distance, it didn't look like anything bad had happened. Lucas just thought that Russia and Butterscotch were having a conversation. He'd trotted over with the intention of being the third party, but as he bot closer, something looked off. It sounded off. Butterscotch seemed to be quaking, and he could hear faint sobbing from where he stood.

What in the hell?

Lucas's playful look faltered, replaced with one of concern. "[color=indianred]What the fuck happened?" He asked, glancing towards Russia because it didn't look like the other male was capable of speaking coherently at the moment. Making him talk probably wasn't the best idea anyway. "[color=indianred]Are you guys okay?" The canine's brows furrowed in confusion. Something had gone really wrong here. It smelled funny here, under all that despair in the air. Why was this poor guy crying? Had he wandered into something tragic again? Lucas really had to stop doing that.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]Lucas's nose wrinkled. He didn't know what a DarkClan was, but it sounded similar to BloodClan and it seemed that there was some serious justice that needed to be done here. Lucas put two and two together, sending Butter a sideways glance. So that was what had happened? Some disgusting demon was on the loose and had gotten ahold of a few of their members. He couldn't ever imagine raping someone and then going on to live life after that, like he hadn't just soiled a living being. "[color=indianred]I'll come with," offered the canine, making sure to stay by Butterscotch.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]It seemed that these guys had no idea what was going on. Lucas narrowed his eyes as he came up beside Butterscotch, though he didn't make any snide remarks or really make eye contact with anyone. If they didn't know what was going on, he wasn't going to be angry at them. He would be pissed, however, if most of DarkClan was aware what kind of monster they were harbouring and did nothing about it. Although Butter was right, a fight didn't seem all that smart to him. Not at the moment, anyhow.

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MERLE D. wrote:

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WTF I LOVE LUCAS SM LMAO
merle and lucas should become friends, and i'd suggest a private thread between them, but i'm honestly shit at private threads without a set plot RIP

look at me not responding to things for a whole week lol
i've got an idea
lucas can assault merle
with bouncy balls ?? idk
scuffle

[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]"Man, I hoped I saved..."

who

who did he save

[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]Score, cheered someone in his head. Lucas wrinkled his nose. He wasn't trying to get laid here. What kind of a douchebag did he take himself for? He'd shrug, but that was kind of hard when you were a dog and couldn't lift your shoulders like any fellow primates. That and he had someone's skull on him. God forbid he break her. Though, it seemed someone had already accomplished that task.

He sat in silence for a little bit, and the voices seemed to settle down as well, retreating back to their imaginary corners while Abstractdaydreams cried. He hated when anyone cried, even just a little. The only kind of tears that were okay with Lucas were tears or happiness or the weird saltwater that got in your eyes when you laughed too hard. People being miserable was just horrible. Definitely not material worth thinking about when he was alone.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" The lanky creature asked, making sure to lower his voice so it wouldn't sound so out of place.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]hey hey hey so there's this thing called hip new thing called character development and lucas is in desperate need of it
all the cool kids are doin it
plus he's pretty sick in the head so this will do him a fat lot of good :^) and he can be all yours, just for the low low price of a million dollars

seriously though anyone wanna torture and capture him? i can't promise he'll stick around for the after party but you can like, break his legs and give him an old-fashioned beat down.
just don't kill him. (:

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px;width:400px; font-family: arial][justify] i'm usually all for the psychotic badasses, but sometimes i see some who are ridiculously overpowered and don't react negatively to anything
or have character flaws in general like where did they go??
like say mark chapman III the domestic cat gets his leg broken by an animal twice his size and his reaction is "hahahah you've activated my trap card"
i'm p sure even psychopaths and sociopaths feel pain
at least physically
i'm especially none too fond of when a character stutters l-l-l-like th-th-i-is because it's kind of really inaccurate
unless they're always freezing cold or somethin

the o.p. "i'm three months old and i'm actually Jesus!!!" characters get me too
like at that age kittens and other animals are still babies and are p small and weak
unless they've got ridiculously short live spans bc by then they'd be an old coot
though they'e probably just an amoeba

[fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]sure of course!! want a thread?

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