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  • // private spectrumclan plotting

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    never let crashcourse have control of anything is my opinion, since he'll be 1) and idiot, and 2) crazy


    also i think i pulled off the aesthetic what do you guys think

  • choose gertrude | o, joining

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    it was time. he knew it was, because...because, well, it was time, okay? time to do something that's asnt standing around! anyway, it had been all too long since the wolf had felt a hand through his fur, and even though he was not really a domesticated kind of person, he couldn't help but love it when he was patted and scratched behind his ears. he was funny, because he was a feral creature. someone who was put into action for the sole reason of wreaking havoc. he was the worst kind of person, probably- the one that cared about no one but himself.


    his hat was sideways, and his ears stuck put of torn holes in them. blood stained his paws and jaws, but he didn't care! a vampire to the ones that knew was he, and he was ready to cause some pain. sadistic, much? maybe, maybe not. right now he felt good, and that was all he knew. "HAHAHAHAHA!" the insane laugh escaped his jaws out of pure instinct, just because he felt like he had to do it. he had no home, no people to call family, and nothing to hold him back from doing what he wanted. he was his own person, was he not? well, maybe he wasn't, but for now he wasn't where he was supposed to be. boy, wouldn't arles be angry with him!


    "craSHCOURSE WHATCHAMACALLIT, AT YOUR SERVICE!" howled the male with a deadly gleam in his eye. whatchchamacallit was not his last name. "HERE TO JOIN YOUR RANKS IF THAT'S ALRIGHT WITH YOU!" what an introduction, too! he played no mind to his volume at the very least- which was good, right? maybe they'd give him a biscuit! or a cookie! yummy!


    /whoop mobile

  • choose gertrude | o, joining

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    /tams hi! i did it mainly because this guy has ikki's voice actor and i cried


    he liked yelling- he really believed that he did. his outside voice was the best. he loved his voice. and he was very, very excited to be using it. really, like, why couldn't everyone love their voice? oh, wow, he was getting mentally off topic. as the other approached, the wold grinned a wide, toothy grin, his teeth stained red in many places. was it from sucking too much blood, or something else? the real reason behind his bloody mouth was perhaps the best thing about him, something that they'd all find out soon or later. "yes! yES! YOUR NAME IS AMAZING BY THE WAY! I LOVE IT! AND THANK YOU!" although he didn't really like removing his hat, he did so anyway to preform a small curtsey to the girl- camerapaw, if he remembered her name correctly. this was so cool! he was a part of a group now? maybe they had welcoming biscuits? oh, wait- he didn't really see any dogs in sight this far. maybe...they didn't? he would try to avoid the possibility.


    the wold gave a nod at the next few to approach, offering to help him if he ever needed anything. but he wouldn't, of course! unless he found a ball and would need someone to throw it for him... since he couldn't do that for himself. it wasn't as stimulating if no one threw it for him. these two, jonathan and shiftingwowheforgottheendofit, they would definitely come in handy if he did need that. "say, do you guys have sticks? for like, throwing?" the wolf asked, trying to stop his tail from wagging even if it was hard to do that. he had to seem deadly, didn't he? right! he had to be a.... um.... a sadist! yeah, right!


    as the last two approached, he had begun to chuckle a bit. "okay! this is great, hahaha! this is a good thing, i thINK! YOU KNOW WHAT? I REALLY-! YEEEOWCH!" oh no, not again! he bit his tongue seemingly, because there went blood squirting out of his mouth and down his chin. whoops! how could he be so careless, really! furiously, the wolf tried to wipe up the blood with the scarf looking thing around his neck, which already seemed to be covered in blood. the deadly looking wolf suddenly didn't seem so bad.



    /also mobile :0

  • .WINDCLAN PLOTTING THREAD.

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    hallo, I've always wanted to join windclan cx
    anybody want a thread with this dude?

  • MY NAME'S NOT LINDA OK | o. joining

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    crash didn't normally feel the need to be same, nope- all he needed was a bag of blood and a good old pat on the head, right? maybe some praising, too. hmm, come to think of it, he was sure that he wanted some of that as we speak, although there was no one around that seemed to be ready to give it to him. he would definitely have to find someone worthy of giving him what he wanted, so h could do the same in return for them! at that particular moment, though, the wolf was intently in search of something that he could use to throw. boy, would he have been happy to discover what a frisbee was; actually, he would probably blow up the entire territory for joy, so maybe that wasn't the best idea. it wasn't too hard to imagine the childish canine jumping from the top of a large building or cliff for something like a stick or a dog's toy. you know, his was not that smart, as it would be.


    at the sight of helen and spatula, two people he'd admit that he knew nothing of, he was a bit curious. who were they? and why did the bear have so many scarves? he himself did wear something on his neck, although the only reason as to the existence of it thus far was that he used it to wipe up the blood one he bit his tongue. for shame, though! he should really watch where his tongue was going- for one moment, it was stretching out of his mouth, and then next it was too far out and he was closing his mouth before it got back in there, and his sharp canines drug over it, leaving wounds in their wake. how careless was he, really, to have gotten that far without learning from himself! he still did it every day now, because he was an idiot in which case.


    "i'm here too! hi! i'm crashcourse! you can call me crash or something, but, why do ya have sO MANY-! YEEEOWCH!" there he went again, for the second time since.... uh, the first time since the first time! yeah, that made way more sense than what he was about to think. blood spattered across the ground in front of the wolf with the tipped hat, and as it started to dribble dow his chin he wiped it up with his scarf thingy. "i really need to stop doing that," he muttered to himself. but he wasn't one to take his own advice, so it was likely he'd do it again very soon.


    /mobile + ninja'd

  • THE DRUNK AUNTIE PLOTTING THREAD (private)

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    22 is a lot
    i don't have that much
    like 21
    jkjk


    sorry zimm, bear w me


    bro alaska i had a character like that once... crashcourse is actually kind of like him through...come to think of it the characters are really similar lmao

  • OPEN, ANTHRO BODY — TANGERINE RAINSTORM

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    at the sight of the anthro, the wolf with the tipped hat had to do a double take! crashcourse was pretty sure that he could do something like that, except he was sort of affected by the wolf sickness, which his roleplayer momentarily forgot the name of in hr rush to read his route. oh well. "whoa, how'd ya do that?" he was sure that only wolves could do it, though, and was confused. perhaps foxes, or whatever the name of the animal she had been, were considered canines? wow, he really needed to do more research on canines, because he was kind of stupid.

  • YOU LOOK LIKE A FOOL TO ME [ open ]

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    crash was not really aware of what a cigarette was, in all honesty, but today he was feeling more on his death attitude, so with his hat tipped at a pitiful angle, the wolf swaggered over with a grin. "what are thoooooose?" crashcourse asked, pointing to them.

  • THE DRUNK AUNTIE PLOTTING THREAD (private)

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    i have... so many characters.... i lost count of them....


    sapphy, i don't like kou, he makes me mad... and also i don't like people like him in general? xD have you played the game? or just watched the anime?

  • MY NAME'S NOT LINDA OK | o. joining

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    it was almost funny how he barely acknowledged the fact that he was alive other than the fact that he bit his tongue so hard it almost came off! yep, great in all aspects! crashcourse couldn't really find a way for himself to seem scary in this instance, so where he usually would try to do something crazy he didn't see it fit to scare a bunch of young people. to helen, he just stuck his tongue out, the blood dripping out not so much anymore but still there. "i don't even know what that means, so the joke's on you!" the wolf said with a cheeky grin. hehe, wasn't this fun! in her face!


    and then it turned out that the others were, like, all two moons old. how creepy even was that? "oh my god, why are you guys the same age?" crashcourse exclaimed in a questioning manner, blinking in somewhat exasperation.

  • THE DRUNK AUNTIE PLOTTING THREAD (private)

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    i'll have two once a couple of mine finish their plots. they're almost over for the lot of them. people like crashcourse i just made up to help other people out with plots, which happens a lot cx

  • you're laughing more than usual | o

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    the wolf, although seemingly deadly and all that people might have thought of him, was currently playing with a bone. how did he get it? no one woud ever know unless they asked. like, really, as if it wasn't natural for a dog to be playing with a bone. he was chewing on it, too, like it was his best friend.

  • you're laughing more than usual | o

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    it wasn't as if he was a pup or anything- something that was likely to confuse a few members of windclan, but he sure did love himself some stuff that other pups would. he was childish in !any ways similar to this and in the sense that he liked to be praised, bu he would never ask as much from a wandering clanmate, no- that was just not for him. his tail wagged as well i'm alight friendliness when maelstrom approached him, although he did seem to blank out for a second there for a reason he was quite unsure of.


    it didn't matter, though, since he was asked a question. "i did- it was buried over there, and i couldn't help but dig it up when i smelled it. it's a little old, but it's still good, see? doesn't even have any cracks in it!" he was a bit enthusiastic about finding what seemed like some type of large leg bone in the middle of the territory, but whatever. honestly, how childish could he get at a certain point?

  • TRAIN WRECK CENTRAL || private; the wine aunt gang

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    the wolf wasn't sure he knew what wine was, but he was sure that he had seen the fox with it every time he saw her! in general she did seem to be the queen of the substance, but he had something else in mind. "how do you even hiccup that much?" crash asked as he meandered over, his golden eyes expression rather curious. although he was quite easy to talk to once gotten to know, his exterior was downright one of the scariest things about him- his mouth and scarf thing were covered in blood, and the tip of his hat was too, today. he seemed like he didn't know how to clean up very well, but today it wasn't like he had bitten his tongue. maybe he had done some vampire things! ooh, scary! it wasn't like he had the sickness common within his species, though... he was completely unaffected by it- but maybe he liked drinking blood or something?