Posts by raivis !

i'M BACKKKKK

lowkey shipping john and herc tho

pls imagine

john and hercules causing trouble
john and hercules annoying the sh!t outta burr
john playing with hercules's fluffy ass tail

aND HUMAN AU'S

herc trying to tame john's hair
and trying to keep him from getting drunk and jumping on tables
and piggy back rides because hercules is strong and macho af

*screams into pillow*

where did all this come from

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Speak of the devil, there was John. He'd been gone for a couple of days, admittedly wandering off and getting lost, so he had missed quite a bit. And he knew that, but he hadn't counted on this to be a part of that. Was Alex really gone? Gone where? Was he dead, or just...not there? Where was he then, if that was the case? What were they talking about?

Standing there with a mix of confusion and anxiousness, John looked to Hercules, then to the others. "Where is he?"

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He'd been looking for Alex, though his searching was in vain. Even though he hated to admit it, there was nothing he could do now. Alexander was gone, and he couldn't bring him back. And after his search was done, after he had given up completely, he turned and went home.

He knew the way, he knew what he was doing. Hell, he didn't even wait for anyone to show up and ask for his name and business. One npc tried, but he just brushed past and headed straight to camp.

His brown pelt was dirty, covered in leaves and whatnot. He promptly sat down, pulling them off one at a time. He didn't say a word to anyone, he didn't make eye contact, nothing. There were whispers around him, but he payed no attention to any of them. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to clean up, eat something other than bony prey, and he wanted to sleep.

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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] "Laurens. John Laurens. I live here."

He pulled off another leaf. God, it was like he jumped into a leaf pile, which ironically was something he would absolutely do.

And there was the stupid question. It was so repeated, so damn boring. Whatever, he hadn't totally expected to avoid it. After all, you couldn't just walk back in a place you disappeared from a while ago and expect everyone to shrug and ignore you.

When he felt someone on his back, John frowned and let out an irritated sigh, not even bothering to turn and look at what had decided to sit on him. "You're a bit heavy, could you maybe get off?"

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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] "Pleasure to meet you, thanks Stormy-boy, and...the hell?"

When Ama forced him to smile in the creepiest way he'd ever seen, he grabbed her paws and tried to pry her off of his face. What was her problem? What even was she? A demon? Nope, he was going with demon. Sheesh.

"Eyyyy, Tama! No, no, I'm not hurt. Not physically anyway. Well...I did fall out of a tree lately, and I think the bruise is still there. Check my shoulder." There was indeed a bruise, pretty big one too. But she barely felt anything anymore, unless you poked it. Which he knew someone was going to do.

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*falls in*
guess who's back
not the colonies sorry George

wanna thread?
i'll make it

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Why? Because he was strong. He was stubborn. And he wasn't going to show anyone how upset he really was.

He missed Alex, he missed him dearly. He had kept within his heart strong feelings for the other, but he had never expected them to come back and smack him in the face like they did. Alex was gone, and he couldn't find him. And believe it, he tried.

With a sigh, John took another sip from the glass of alcohol kept next to him, looking tired. He wanted to sleep, but sleep didn't come easy. Not anymore.

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https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2412141.new#new

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i hate it

"Hercules...I thought I heard someone say you were back. Real sorry about disappearing on you, by the way. I was going to tell you, but I don't know...something told me to just go." He grinned sheepishly, shrugging. That "something" was him knowing if he tried to explain, it would make everything even more difficult than it already was.

"But I've been better, to be honest. Not good, not bad, but...okay."

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smol bump

[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] "Of course I'm okay! I'm too awesome to be taken down." He joked, a lopsided grin on his face. Now, he had come close to death a couple of times, but that wasn't going to be mentioned. He didn't need to be scaring Herc here. "So, how've you been? Good, bad, somewhere in between? Details, Mulligan, details!"

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]"Oh, yeah? Good for you, Herc! I'm so proud!" The great and strong Mulligan had fallen for his lady friend. One, finally. Two, he decided he would take them both drinking to celebrate because that's what he did. [color=white]"We should celebrate. Someone finally captured your wild heart." It was no lie that he felt sad, but it would be selfish to bring his own sadness into this. Hercules was happy, and seeing that made everything just a little bit better.

[spoiler=tags][color=#A0522D]GENERAL;
─ john laurens
─ blizzardclan
─ male
─ single
─ homosexual
─ loves alexander hamilton
─ best friend: hercules mulligan

[color=#A0522D]HEALTH;
─ 95%
─ injuries: large bruise on right shoulder

[color=#A0522D]APPEARANCE;
─ lean brown tabby
─ thick fluffy tail
─ brown eyes

[color=#A0522D]TAGS;
─ difficult
─ no kill or maim
─ ask for capture
─ attack in [color=#A0522D]#A0522D

[color=#A0522D]OTHER;
─ based of john laurens from hamilton
─ secretly depressed
─ drinks a lot

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]"You're welcome, son." That was weird to say, but he grinned as he said it, because it was funny as hell to him. His voice wasn't as deep as Hercules', either, which made it even funnier in his opinion.

Why was Herc's voice so deep? Jeez, Mulligan. [color=white]"I guess it's a date then! Kidding, kidding...so, when did this happen? Did you ask, did she? Call me annoying, but this is important! We're a squad, the squad knows everything about each other. It's why we're squad." He grabbed Herc's face in his paws, squishing their cheeks together before letting go and rolling away. He was so proud and happy and excited...and even sadder than before.

[spoiler=tags][color=#A0522D]GENERAL;
─ john laurens
─ blizzardclan
─ male
─ single
─ homosexual
─ loves alexander hamilton
─ best friend: hercules mulligan

[color=#A0522D]HEALTH;
─ 95%
─ injuries: large bruise on right shoulder

[color=#A0522D]APPEARANCE;
─ lean brown tabby
─ thick fluffy tail
─ brown eyes

[color=#A0522D]TAGS;
─ difficult
─ no kill or maim
─ ask for capture
─ attack in [color=#A0522D]#A0522D

[color=#A0522D]OTHER;
─ based of john laurens from hamilton
─ secretly depressed
─ drinks a lot

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]"Excuuuuse you, Herc is my buddy and therefore I shall bring the drinks. Videogames, darling, you have done what no man or woman could do. You treat him right, ya hear?"

Popping up in between the two, John rested on arm on Hercules' shoulder and the other on Videogames. Ah, yes. Young love. He approved. And she was a pretty thing. But it wasn't like he was going to try and hit on Herc's lady friend, he was gayer than an unicorn galloping over a double rainbow. And no, he totally didn't come up with that in five seconds. Screw you, good sir.

He relaxed a little, shrugging. [color=white][color=white]"Alex approves, I bet." He sounded sad, but right afterward he ruffled the fur on Hercules' head, grinning. [color=white]"Cause I sure do!"

[spoiler=tags][color=#A0522D]GENERAL;
─ john laurens
─ blizzardclan
─ male
─ single
─ homosexual
─ loves alexander hamilton
─ best friend: hercules mulligan

[color=#A0522D]HEALTH;
─ 95%
─ injuries: large bruise on right shoulder

[color=#A0522D]APPEARANCE;
─ lean brown tabby
─ thick fluffy tail
─ brown eyes

[color=#A0522D]TAGS;
─ difficult
─ no kill or maim
─ ask for capture
─ attack in [color=#A0522D]#A0522D

[color=#A0522D]OTHER;
─ based of john laurens from hamilton
─ secretly depressed
─ drinks a lot

[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] Dragons were big creatures. They had these sharp teeth longer than even the biggest of tigers or lions, and claws that could rival a bear's. They had huge wings and ferocious roars and could destroy whatever they damn well pleased. Most of the dragons seen around were just forms of civilized clan members, didn't matter what clan, and so they had full control. Wild ones on the other hand would tear everyone open without a second thought.

And that was why this encounter was so...strange.

She was pretty young, and yet was almost twice the size of a horse and just as heavy. She could eat a whole deer in one sitting, and her jaws had the strength to crush bones and tear through iron. But she didn't.

She remembered being born near a castle. It was okay, and there was this one person who always came around to feed them and clean them off, and play around with her and the other baby dragons. He was nice, but really there was no one else. Some others had taken a liking to her fellow dragons, the big ones. They were way too stubborn to listen, though. And then one day all the dragons were chased away from the castle, or killed. The young ones not taken with the adults were killed or left to die. Guess who came back to rescue them? She wasn't sure where he hid all of them, but he always came back to feed and play with them. He named them all too. He gave her the name Lydia. She liked that name, and kept it. She decided to take him in under her wing. He would be her furry warm blooded son. Even if he wasn't a dragon, whatever he was. He was still going to be her son. Fluffy son.

And then they got old enough and big enough to live on their own so they did. But why did he leave the castle? Didn't he like the castle? She liked it. But now she was here, and this was a big metal thing that floated on water. She liked water.

With a beat of her powerful wings, the dark blue dragon landed on the deck of the ship and looked around, wondering where that strange person was. Okay, so he had white fur, and wings. She remembered that. And something around his neck. It was shiny, and she had a habit of biting it, but learned he didn't like that.

Lifting her head, Lydia let out a confused snort and plopped her butt down in frustration before letting out a whine. She felt lonely.

[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] She scented the two way before they showed up, so when they did, it was no surprise to her. All she did was look down to the two. She tilted her head, crouching down and stretching her neck out to sniff Pallis. She didn't look threatening, aside from the whole dragon thing. Her tail swung across the deck, and she stretched her wings out a little.

Lydia let out a small squeaking noise, pulling back and patting him gently on the head. Furry creatures were so cute. It was still weird to her that they didn't have scales, but they were warm and she was starting to like fur.

And then there was this other furry thing. She seemed shocked, or maybe scared. What, of her? Oh dear, that wouldn't work. She wasn't here to eat anyone!

She lifted her tail, dragging the end of it along the ground in front of Nat. Flowers covered the ground where her tail touched, and she nudged them forward with what could only be described as a smile. Most dragons were like that, with fire and hoarding and ownership of fabulous treasures. But as anyone could see, she just wasn't like that.

[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] New member? Hm...sure! Why not? She was staying here, so it was okay to call herself that. She nodded to Realitycheck after some time thinking about it, glowing eyes turning to Cryingangel when the other showed up. Oh? How many were there? She liked the company, but all the same, none of these were her furry son. Her fluffy child. She was starting to worry. Was he okay? She knew he was here.

[color=#0147FA]"Lydia. My name is Lydia." The telepathic message reached everyone around, and the voice was calm and serene, matching nicely with the appearance of the dragon. It probably would've been a surprise, considering she seemed like she couldn't communicate earlier. No, she could. [b][i][color=#0147FA]"What is this thing you live on?" She was intelligent, and could understand what was being said, but that didn't mean she knew what everything was. Like this...metal thing. Why did it float if it was so heavy?

he can have a thread with dragon mom and she can be all like
'furry child come here'

[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] She was getting used to this...boat. That was what it was, right? Yes, boat. She'd been reading a lot from a library she found ( oh, how she loved libraries ), and was putting names to things like everyone else. This was a boat, and some of these furry things were cats, and dogs, and she was just learning all these new things. It was great.

Today she had snaked out of the library holding a bag full of books she would read later, crawling right up to the deck and settling there, curling up to relax. The water was calm and the sun was setting, reflecting a beautiful orange hue across the surface.