Posts by raivis !

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And once he realized it was pretty, he blinked and wagged his tail a little. "I would totally wear that." And he wasn't lying. This was, after all, John. He gave flowers to people on a whim and didn't give two sh!ts, but in a good way. And besides, his fur was curly as hell and some ribbons could keep that mane back. "Got any more ribbon?"

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*gently taps glass*
baaaaaae

john is the opposite of salty so i say they deserve a thread

'why u so salty'
'john what are you doing to me'
'i must uNSALT U'

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He eventually did decide where it would go, and he tied it around his own ear, the rest of it hanging down to gently brush against his face. "There, don't I look gorgeous, gentlemen?" He joked, glancing at Francis.

"Are you trying to be more fabulous than me? Is that a challenge?"

god damn it francis

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John paced around a tree where a squirrel stared down at him, just narrowly escaping him when he had attempted to hunt it down. He managed to kinda get it, blood dripping out of shallow teeth marks in it's legs. It seemed to tease him for missing the kill, and he let out a growl, tail wagging in irritation.

"Squirrels..."

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https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2373842.0

here ya go bae

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He stumbled upon a rather strange scene, a mutilated body, bloody water and of course, shark boy over here looking like he just got decked. Ouch.

"Let me help you carry him, it'll keep him a little more stable if we hold his whole body up." He'd seen people wounded even worse than this, and if they could be saved, so could he. They just needed to be careful, that was it. Then the medic could take over. It was all one huge waiting game.

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He looked down when the ducklings began to run around his legs, one of them looking strangely judgmental. There was always that one friend. "Fluffy little sh!ts...they tickle. Are they fighting over grass?"

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John just stared up at the tower of absolute perfection, blinking light brown eyes in a mix of joy and sudden hunger. Cake was amazing, and this was a giant cake. So, a giant amazing cake. Of course.

"Francis...you saint." He walked around the cake, taking it all in. What a stunning creation, it was very beautifully decorated...but he wanted to eat it, not look at it. Was that rude? He didn't care. It should've been a compliment, since he wanted to devour that creation to badly. Meant it was good, you know? "How would one go about this without knocking it all over?"

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"Well, feathers are easy to pluck out, you know? Besides, peacock feathers are exquisite. And Francis deserves it." John joked a bit, watching the rest of the fluffy ducklings run around with feathers. So cute. "I wouldn't try to pull anything off me, though. They're gonna get stuck. Curly fur, you know? It's like a net."

He glanced up at the squirrel again, which took one look before limping off to some other branch, hell, maybe even wherever squirrels live for all he knew. Didn't matter now, and he didn't care about a damn squirrel. "There it goes. Can't believe I missed it."

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damn, damn, and daaaaaaaaaamn

friendly, stressed, protective
of all the smols of course

yOU WANNA DO A DOG BRO

*flings john*

just...uh...look at the avvie there?
cx

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John, happy as usual, threw in his own advice with a friendly grin though his brown eyes were sympathetic and he really did wish to comfort Francis. He just didn't know how.

He let out a small sigh, shaking his head. "Anyway, you should keep an eye on that regardless. Wouldn't want infection, right?"

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He was a little weirded out by the doll, however. Was she planning to do that to someone? No, he didn't think so. Was she practicing? Why? He was missing something here. Maybe he'd ask when she was awake.

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Wandering idly into the water to go fetch the hyperactive loser, John let out a tired sigh and glanced at the bracelet. A lazy grin found it's way to his face. How precious. "There's all this space and the bracelet falls on you? Looks like you're the Chosen One." He joked, carefully taking the bracelet off Alexander's head, though he very much liked it lying all lopsided like that on his head. Got a real kick outta that.

"See? Now, now...you might have to rest and sit this one out. You're just too injured."

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Rolling in laughing at some joke, John was clad in a Hufflepuff Quidditch uniform, the same one he usually wore, whenever he could, anyway. It was just a little more comfortable to him, and besides, it looked good. And he had just come back from practice, so there you go.

"What did I miss?"

And now he looked confused when he saw everyone looking ready to fight. Had they been arguing about something? He heard "house elves" and assumed they had crash landed into that particularly touchy subject. He would have just quietly snuck away had it been anyone else, but both Poe and Alex were there, so he decided to hang around...against his better judgement.

"Oh. Nevermind."

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When John found Francis, he couldn't help but start laughing. Was he making fun or him? No. He just found it hilarious how absolutely dramatic the French male was. It was great. Good ol' Francis. "My God, you're looking fabulous! I can't beat that! Well, my dear Frenchman, you have won. Take all the fabulousness and get out of here. Actually, no, stay." He bowed, a huge grin on his face. Of course he lost! Who could beat him in such a thing. Damn it. "Really, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life."

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"You're not getting into any fight. I am going to teach you how to chill. I will tame those flames of Hell."

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Long story short, he'd changed. Now, he would remain the same dorky old John, and his eye color hadn't changed, but the rest of him had. He'd gotten smaller, that much he knew as soon as he woke from his nap, but when he started to move...he almost tripped over nothing. His legs were longer in comparison to his body than the other one, and he hadn't been ready for that. And everything was firmer, a little more muscular. Felt great, and he looked fantastic. The spotted, silky pelt, the slim body, and the long ass legs. Prepare yourselves, ladies and gentlemen. Daddy Long-legs Laurens has entered the scene.

Kidding. That was ridiculous.

Turns out he was a bengal cat now. Never even heard of those up until some npc mentioned it. Thanks, random guy.

Hey, at least he could hug people without having to bend all the way down. He was still pretty tall compared to a normal cat, but still. Easy access. "Yo..."

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"Name's John. John Laurens." The bengal cat introduced himself with a bow, brown eyes bright. Someone who could match his own excitable personality? Bless this guy. "Let's see...I got nothing for you, man. How about this? I can dance."

// where did my muse go
[s]nooo now i want to make a hetalia blizzardclan character
rip me

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i already know who now
basically my hetalia spIRIT ANIMAL NO JOKE
i mean
excuse me
a complete takeover xD

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