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  • {{ HE WENT FROM DORK TO SEXY IN .00034 SECONDS — private, michael }}

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    Jordan, in her chocolate tabby body, rested on the steps of her house and watching the sun go down. She was just tired, and not the I-just-walked-for-five-minutes tired, but the kind of tired that made you feel old and frail. With her earbuds plugged in, the femme bopped her head up and down to some FOB and frowned.


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  • SunClan plotting thread v.2

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    michael and jordan thread


    anymore threads with jordan?
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  • {{ TEARS LIKE OIL ON MY BEST SILK BLOUSE — human au }}

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    Giavanna let out a satisfied sigh along with a small puff of cigarette smoke. She was skipping class for the eleventh time this week, but nobody could have noticed she wasn't there. The often-smoking teen wasn't the smartest or the worst, just that awkward, not-really-noticed in-between place, so her absensce was neither noted or cared about.
    With her back pressed against the blue lockers of Tidal City High, Vanna placed the Marlboro back into her mouth and frowned. Her worst-kept secret was always getting her trouble. Teachers and most students hated that their prestigious, quaint little high school could be infected by low-lying scum like her or at least that's how she thought of it. With the exception of Keith, the other kids steered clear of her, and that was just how she liked it. Giavanna didn't need friends: friends were just people who could let you down at any moment. Life in a bad corner of Brooklyn had done her in for good.
    [b]"You're a smoking teenager from Brooklyn with deadbeat parents, too many siblings, and your best friend is a pack of Marlboros,"     she said to herself. "Nobody wants to be seen with that." A harsh laugh erupted from her throat before being cut off by a loud hacking sound. The second rule of smoking after don't do it in the rain was don't laugh when smoking. Fuck, it hurt.
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  • {{ AND I LOVE THE WAY YOU HURT ME — open }}

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    Vanna nodded and tossed the pack to Malicious. [b]"We've got a lighter and apparently Nova,"     she informed him before inhaling the tantalizing smoke of her Marlboro. "Take your pick." It probably wasn't the best to just go around handing out cigarettes, but she never forced them to take one: if they did, cool, if not, still cool.
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  • {{ TEARS LIKE OIL ON MY BEST SILK BLOUSE — human au }}

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    Finally, someone to talk to. Vanna jogged out of the school building and into courtyard where the dark-haired male sat on a bench. [b]"Want company, a cig', or both?"     she asked as she folded her arms over her oversized Newsies sweatshirt.


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  • {{ TEARS LIKE OIL ON MY BEST SILK BLOUSE — human au }}

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    Giavanna plopped down beside him and grinned. Mal was one of the few people who was always up for a smoke, just like her. She gave the raven-haired teen a cigarette and her lighter before lighting up a new Marlboro herself. [b]"Fine, if fucking with society is fine,"     the bleach blonde bombshell answered with a sarcastic edge in her voice. Her blue eyes were drawn upwards to the brunette who had just appeared in front of them. "Hi, you're Callie, right?" Vanna was bad with names.
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  • {{ YOU'RE SECOND-HAND SMOKE — private au, kylie }}

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    [b]"Oh God, don't even get me started on Cal!"     Jordan exclaimed before issuing a strangely pornographic moan. "Those biceps, those legs, that ass!" Someone had better stop her before she became a puddle of sexual!fangirl.



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  • {{ YOU'RE SECOND-HAND SMOKE — private au, kylie }}

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    Comic Sans was the shit, man. Anyways, Jordan recoiled as she felt her sister whack the back of arm. She could never stay in her lane: the only possible way for that to happen is if Luke banged her, but that was unlikely. It was just too damn hard to do that when certain, singing-slash-instrument-playing Aussies just had to be so fucking sexy. [b]"Well I'm sorry, but hot damn, son. Can we just have Cal's Arms Apprection Time right now?"


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  • {{ TEARS LIKE OIL ON MY BEST SILK BLOUSE — human au }}

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    Vanna wiggled her fingers at the newcomers before smiling as Keith arrived. [b]"It started out as the Misfit Club 2015, but now it's just something,"     she answered, holding up an unlit cigarette. "Want it?"
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  • {{ YOU'RE SECOND-HAND SMOKE — private au, kylie }}

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    [b]"Those arms were sculpted by gods, I tell you,"     Jordan informed her sister, repeating an actual sentence Conlon had said at lunch yesterday. "Oh hot damn, those muscles will be the death of me."


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  • {{ TEARS LIKE OIL ON MY BEST SILK BLOUSE — human au }}

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    Giavanna considered Mike's statement. It was a bad habit for the kids to see, so she shoved the butt under her boot and crushed it. [b]"I'm still lighting up another as soon as they leave,"     the girl whispered into his ear. Smoking helped her cope, and without a Marlboro inbetween her soft, pink lips, she felt empty. "I'm fine. What's up with you?"
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  • {{ TEARS LIKE OIL ON MY BEST SILK BLOUSE — human au }}

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    At the mention of getting to class, Vanna smirked. Callie was seriously oblivious if she didn't know that the bleach blonde teen didn't go to class. [b]"Well, I've got to get to Cigarettes and You after you all leave,"     she informed the group with a sarcastic grin.


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  • {{ IT'S IRRESISTIBLE — death }}

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    Her long-limbed figure lay on the tile floor, a cigarette dangling from her grey lips. Yep, she was dead. What killed her? Some could say lung cancer, so let's go with that. Anyways, she was dead. Whoop.



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  • {{ YOU'RE SECOND-HAND SMOKE — private au, kylie }}

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    [b]"If we're gonna start talking about arms, then what about Ash? Oh fuck, I just want to fuck them. All of them. Separately or all at one time, it really doesn't matter to me."


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  • {{ I BET YOU'D THOUGHT THIS WAS THE END — return }}

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    Where was she? The last thing she remembered was merging with Jordan's soul...ah! Now she remembered it: Jordan had forced her out, because her niceness "was too damn weird". Whatever. The dragoness spread her front wings and took flight, knowing exactly where she needed to be. Next to Ashton, to her kids, to Cracker and Miami.
    Her large frame touched down right in front of the front doors and she pushed through them and into the open courtyard. [b]"Crackerjacker! Main Bitch! Pape, Cloud, American! Ashton!"     the femme called out, letting her scaly form become smaller and furrier until she was once again a silver tabby. "Everyone, I'm home!"


    [ i missed my babe too much. unfortunately that ass hat brodie killed off ash, so yeah xD love you, chloe! ]
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  • i'm holding out for a hero + tidalclan plot & chat thread

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    threads with aya? i decided to bring her back c:
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  • {{ I BET YOU'D THOUGHT THIS WAS THE END — return }}

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    The titanium tabby female turned to Sharkweek with a distracted look in her emerald eyes. [b]"Oh hi, Sharkweek,"     Ayanna said. "It's nice to meet you. Have you seen Dean? Or Crackerjacker? Or any of the other people I just named?"


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  • {{ I BET YOU'D THOUGHT THIS WAS THE END — return }}

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    Hearing that Crackerjacker had a migraine wasn't what broke her: hearing that Ashton had committed suicide is what did her in. [b]"It's—"     she paused, not sure what to say. "It's OK. It's not your fault." Now she'd be raising the kids on her, without her giant, tree-sized Aussie. And Ayanna never got to apologize for the endless fighting. Life was a bitch. "It's nice to meet you, um, what's your name?"


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  • {{ I BET YOU'D THOUGHT THIS WAS THE END — return }}

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    Ayanna felt her small daughter cling to her leg and bit down hard on her lower lip, hoping not to start crying in front of everyone. [b]"I know, I know,"     she whispered into Cloudkit's head. The ex-medic apprentice then straightened and forced a smile. "Hi, Mal. It's nice to see you again. Same with you, Da, and thanks, Lady." This new life would take some adjusting to, but at least not much had changed.


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  • ITS 12:54 AM [OPEN, HUMAN AU + DANCE]

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    [ outfit here + looks in avvie ]


    Ayanna hadn't really wanted to come to the dance. There was just too much going on in her miserable life, including learning to live without Ashton. It was harder than she thought it would be. Unfortunately, she had pushy, agressive friends who forced her to come with them, and so here she was, dressed in a royal blue dress with pearls and blue flowers placed strategically in different parts of her long brunette locks. [b]"Hey, Cloud," the femme said as she addressed her reading daughter. "What's up?"


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