Posts by SHORTSTUFF !

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At the male's display of aggression, Shortstuff's smirk only widened. "Awwww, c'mon! You wouldn't hurt a face as cute as this, would you?" She insisted with a small pout. Her brows furrowed and she tilted her head far to the side- roughly this kid's size. She'd humor them a bit, and then get the fuck out of dodge. Already, she was getting bored of this.

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this child needs to get her ass whooped stat
she's like
"FUCKIN FIGHT ME"
"tbh u won't bc i'm adorable but still"

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Apparently, her shit attitude had gotten on the nerves of the local Reverent. Medium Leonidas harshly thrust Shortstuff's tiny body into one of the cells in their dungeon before promptly turning on heel and leaving. Shorty, obviously pissed off and also scared out of her wits, hastily bounded toward the bars of her cage and barked. Yes, barked. "h-Hey! You're... You're not just going to leave me in here like some kind of animal, are you?!" She called after him. Medium gave no response- he was far out of earshot now. It only took a few moments before Shortstuff felt tears gathering in her eyes.

She took a stumbling step back and gave another tearful call. "G-get your ass o-over here! I-I mean it!" She ordered, trying damn hard to keep her badass façade going. It was hopeless- it didn't take long before Shorty completely fell back on her ass and began furiously rubbing at her eyes with her paws. Tears and snot were running down her face as she sat in the cell, a mixture of angry and terrified. She wanted to go back to Shadowclan- at least those numbskulls didn't lock her up and threaten to chop her face up with a bunch of knives!

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Although she had an ego that rivaled Bill Cipher's, she was still young. The prospect of cutting her face off let a whole new kind of emotion encompass her chest. It started out feeling like it was sinking, but ended up constricting her. Shortstuff felt her face instinctively scrunch up into a teary pout. Not now. She wasn't gonna cry. The girl spitefully held herself strong and gave a disinterested sniff. "You smile too much, and you're talking to a bear. A stuffed animal. What are you, crazy as shit? Furthermore, are you some fucking masochist?"

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Cardtrick caught her attention with the stupid-ass nickname they gave her. Shorty's expression was still a rather confident smirk. "It's easy to tell you fucks are into weird shit like that- I mean, look at you all! This little guy over here is pissing flowers he's so mad at me." Shortstuff replied dryly, before addressing the second part of their comment. "I raised myself to think I have authority, because I do have authority." She stated bluntly, a pout on her face.

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She was steadily getting more and more frustrated- to the point of tears, actually. The tiny canine stamped a paw on the ground and had to bite back the urge to start crying. It was more of an angry fit of tears versus something of fear, really. Tears of frustration, maybe. "I'm not a part of your shitty group! I've no reason to obey you sentient garbage bags!" She spat hopelessly, growing more and more distressed as the time passed.

shortstuff wrote:

"I'm not a part of your shitty group! I've no reason to obey you sentient garbage bags!"

stop her

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Shortstuff's eyes snapped open rather suddenly. Not even opened, really, more like she was drawn back into awareness. The canine's body was weightless at the moment- perhaps a vapor. It didn't take long before the deceased animal snarled and shouted out. "moTHERFUCKING PIG BARF! YOU FUCKING KILLED ME!" She shrieked in fury, her fur spiking up and her limbs flailing violently.

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"Fuckin' gross. Can you smell the heteronormativity tonight?" Shortstuff's obnoxious, spirity voice filled the air as she came floating over. Her forelimbs were crossed and she looked genuinely disgusting. "That was so fucking sappy, it almost makes me want to die twice." She groaned with a long roll of her eyes.

Forgivenpaw was trailing behind her on quiet feet, apparently much happier for the two than the vengeful spirit. She took a seat and idly clapped her paws together, a tiny smile on her face. Medium was also there, but silent for the most part.
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"WHAT'RE THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE"

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Slowly, a spirit came floating on into Colouredclan. She was a Shadowclanner, but now stood as more of a neutral. Or, well, a chaotic neutral. The ghost casually hovered over a rock and rather obnoxiously cleared her throat, bringing a ghostly paw to her mouth. "Hey, Colouredclanners! Mind if I hang around you nerds for a while?" The spirit sang out lazily before snorting and laughing. "'Course, I'm not takin' no for an answer! Whoopsies!" She added with a loud, hooting laugh.

"Too bad, so sad! I don't care!"

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Shortstuff came floating over, here to ruin everyone's lives like the piece of shit she was. "Yeah, when's the wedding, you hetero-straight douchebags?" She sang out casually, resting a paw beneath her chin and twitching an ear. Her tongue stuck out from between her lips in distaste, a frown on her face. "Jus' make out and do it in front of us all- do it. I fuckin' dare you."

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Shortstuff- or Saionji as she was called- came walking forward. With a determined smirk on her face, the 4'3" girl took a seat and crossed her arms. She was only wearing a kimono, so one lost dare or truth would fuck her over big time, but whatever. She wasn't a fucking pussy like the rest of these guys. "Bring it on, nerdgirl!" She announced obnoxiously, laughing obnoxiously afterwards. "And all of you perverts should keep your eyes off of me! It's fuckin' sexual assault to look at my half-naked body without permission." The childish teen stated blunty, a pout coming across her features.

BEHOLD ORANGE SATAN

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Saionji's nose wrinkled and the girl stuck her tongue out a little. "Well damn, nerdgirl, I didn't know you were pervy enough to spin on a lil' kid." The short girl said as she lifted a hand to muffle her stupid laughter.

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At once, Saionji scrunched up her nose and brought her kimono sleeve up to her face. She was, apparently, pretty grossed out by that remark. And you bet your ass she wasn't going to keep quiet about it. "Gross! Nobody wants to see your nasty-ass moobs and your trouser snake!"

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px; color: black; font-size: 11px;]Shortstuff floated lazily toward Renegade, the spirit sporting a rather lazy expression on her face. She noticed the other was crying, and at once gave a loud snorting laugh. "Why're you crying, you big baby?" The ghost chided, obviously ready to mock the other. "And don't deny it! I can see your pussy tears rolling down your cheeks at the speed of sound!" Shortstuff barked, floating tiredly upside down and batting at the air. "Heeeh! Go ahead, you dumb two-headed doofus. I can totes see through your lies."
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px; color: black; font-size: 11px;]Shortstuff appeared instead of Gameover, mainly because Mutt had muse for it. The spirit laughed loudly. "HOOO! Hot damn, you two got jiggy with it! Have fun dealing with demon spawn, you gross-ass heterosexual pieces of shit!"
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The spirit grinned widely as the hooved animal tried to stamp down at her. Of course, the hoof simply phased right through her. Shortstuff grinned a little wider and gave an obnoxious laugh. "I'm already dead, dumbass! Jeez, I thought you'd be smart enough to notice!" She crowed, tiredly batting at the air. She slowly straightened herself up and puffed, tossing her head to the side. "Besides- I wanna play this dumb game."

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Now, the short comment is what pissed the ghost off. At once, her eyes teared up and a frown made its way onto her face. "I-I'm not short!" She shouted stubbornly, before trying to float up and match Panic's height. "See? I'm tall enough to get a good look at your stupid face!" She pressed, her eyes narrowed. She could never deal with what she dished out. Her gaze then spun toward Animepaw- and his comment basically pushed her overboard.

"I-I do not ruin everything! Y-Y-your dumbasses do!" She insisted, steadily growing more and more upset. Nice.

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"You being the coolest person in the room is bullshit- because we all know that's me." Shortstuff boasted in a loud, squeaky and obnoxious voice. She did a few mid-air flips and stuck her tongue out at Renegade and Primal, apparently amused at the display.