Posts by THIEF.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]im proud!!!!
i literally xannot talk in public so im so proud of u :*

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]tucks u both into bed
sleep childre n

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]WRESTLES U WTf

do tell :^)
tell me these plots

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]He was on a roll of stupid ideas today. Why not keep making them? It was Neue's thing to be a fucking idiot, and boy oh boy! Would he regret this late, or what!

name: neue
gender: male
age: 2 yrs old physically (actually around 26 in People Years)
sexuality: asexual
preferred gender: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i never read overgrowth and i probably never will opps

swapfell is my life
its like underswap. . but edgy

lol its really sexualized like more than underfell tho and its gross but GOOD THE CONCEPT IS GOOD

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]NO NOT THAT HOL D ON

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]draw my son, neue
ill love u
w memes

1,000 words of TRASH[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]
The last thing Neue could remember was choking on his own saliva and staring at those that he could not recongize, but god if they didn't look familiar. He remembered being so angry, needlessly angry at how familiar these people were, but he couldn't tell. He could remember snarling and snapping and being so-so full of rage because they were going to kill him, he had to kill —

Then there had been nothing.

In a split second, there was something again.

It was as if he'd woken up from a horrible nightmare, with a yelp and gasping for air that his lungs rejected as quickly as he inhaled. Sanguine hues looked around wildly — the forest scene and the fustratingly familiar had faded into the tranquil scene of a quiet grassland, completely unrecognizable from where he had been. A dream? Relief flooded him, in that moment, as he realized he was safe. He had simply passed out again, another irritating sleep attack. And in the next, absolute panic and terror set in as his ruddy hues glanced down at spotted, tawny-colored paws that were much-much bigger than his. He almosy shrieked at the sight of them.

Neue stared at them, lifting one up and flexing his new claws with wide eyes and a notable tremor to his entire body. His entire body felt different — bigger, taller, less bogged down by an overbundance of useless weight. He hadn't noticed it before, but the changes were obvious and overwhelming in every way possible. Anxiety filled his lungs in heavy, quick breaths and beat at his soul as he tried to back away from his own body, but to no avail — you couldn't run from yourself, after all. Mind racing miles a minute, heart going even faster, he could do nothing but wheeze.

It had taken some time before he could calm down long enough to do something as simple as breathe properly; he'd sat there trying to suck in air around his dry heaving for what seemed like forever. Once he had, Neue simply.. sat there, alone, for a while, numb right to his very core. He thought, and thought, until the sun had vanished behind the snowy peaks of the nearby mountains and the moon graced the dark skies with its pale light, and with it, the glittering stars. He thought about what had done and what had ultimately happened to him. The now-lynx could remember very little, but the taste of blood in his mouth and being angry, so very angry. The kind of rage that accompanied his idea of savagery — he had seen it in the eyes of the Canine Unit; all slob maws and sharp teeth trying to kill you. It wasn't exactly what you wanted your last moments to be. Neue had seen Lesser Dog fight before, always for the kill.

The more he thought about it all, the more the line between reality and dreams seem to merge together, and the more and more unsettled he began to feel. Almost like dread was settling heavily in his gut.

Had.. he died? Did someone kill him? For.. being like that?

That wasn't possible, or so he'd thought. There were infinite timelines with infinite possibilities; it was completely plausible that he happened to exist in the one that fit all of these parameters, but no less fustrating or concerning. He didn't like the idea of having died, it was unnerving. Made his skin crawl and his stomach lurch with food he couldn't remember eating. No longer did he want to sit and think about the whats and the whys of what happened to him: he wanted to go home and sleep.

Picking himself up, he dragged his too-different paws towards the looming, familiar structure in the distance; the only familiar place he knew here: BlizzardClan. Was it home? No, but it was the closest thing he had.

One exhaustingly long trek and a massive stone staircase later, Neue still wasn't sure if this was a good idea. Did..he even belong here? He had.. killed someone, he was almost certain. They could very well chase him off for what he had done, if they recongized him. The lynx swallowed nervously, heaving himself up the final few stairs. His legs felt like jelly, weak and shaking a little at the knees; heavy pants escaped a parted maw, clearly worn down to the bone. The thinner air did very little to ease his sore lungs.

* u-uh.. h.. hey? A cautious tone, tenatively spoken as if the speaker was unsure if he even wanted to be here. He stayed at the top of the stairs, scraping at solid ground with claws that weren't torn and none were missing. * is.. i-is it alright.. if i.. uh Neue never did take that first step onto what was officially the main island of BlizzardClan. He stayed put, looking around and waiting for someone to tell him what to do; yes or no. Cone on in or hit the road. It was a horrible, anxiety-riddled moment that came with waiting for someone to show up.

As if feeling as if he didn't belong among the ranks of BlizzardClan anymore, Neue, well, didn't feel like himself either. It was kind of like playing a very immersive game; not entirely real, not entirely him. This could just be a dream for all he knew, it felt like one. The ground his paws were on certainly didn't feel like the ground he was used to, soft and unfirm instead of rocky and stable forest ground.

( At least he sounded like himself.

He didn't know if he could handle sounding and looking different. Looking different was bad enough. )

Fur-tipped ears pressed flat against his skull as ruddy eyes glanced around the surrounding area for anyone that was approaching. His throat felt bare without his collar, and his paws felt too big to be his. His mouth felt foriegn and strange without his false tooth, the obvious metallic tang that filled his mouth whenever he brushed his tongue against the golden fang. Every time he looked down at them, he couldn't help but to jolt a little because they were so obviously not his paws.

This.. had to be fake.. right?

.. Right? He couldn't just of..

He didn't know what to think anymore.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]aaa if u wanna talk u can vent @ me over skype i dont mind!!

sleep well friendo u deserve a sweet nap

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]// hits this up with a track bc my phone deleted my first reply cries

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]im having a ton of financial problems lately wowza
i can't focus without finding out i didn't get paid for something and i really need that money i won't get pffttttt free me

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Tawny paws shuffled nervously against the ground as Neue listened, an anxious tremor running through his spine. Meetings had a tendency to make him unbearably nervous, he had found, especially after he'd.. somehow climbed a rank. Wasn't much, but still being a Paladin Trainee made him want to hurl. He wasn't useful even as an older brother, how under earth would he be useful here? The lynx nodded numbly as Tama finished up, and for a single moment, he steeled himself to speak up.

" I, uh.. I could go to Westeros? " Neue offered, desperate to actually look like he was trying to pull his weight. " If you need me t-to, that is, boss. "

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]i don't see a problem with it, personally! it'd be a cool plot, go for it!

id like the smol bean to befruend the angry bean tbh
iv always wanted a thread w tama aaaa

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Neue could read, but binary had never really been on the roster unlike Wing Dings.

Neue's scarlet hues blinked down at the notebook, numb to the situation. Kidnaps were common in Underfell. Even the children, off limits as they were. People he knew vanished all the time, but he'd never really cared about them before. ... Did he seriously care?

He tilted his head to the side a bit, the sloppy writing on the bark and in the notebook hard to make out. Paws shuffled against the ground anxiously, he wasn't of any use here. Swallowing nervously, panic flashed in his eyes. " Th.. this timeline.. uh, kids aren't off limits here.. a-are they? " As soon as he spoke, how little sense his question made hit him. Fuck.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px;font-size:9pt;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;line-height:10px;opacity:.8][b]you gave up on me a long time ago
can't say i blame you[/fancypost][align=center]
[spoiler=hell yes, alkaline trio][justify]
bless me dark father, i have sinned
i've done it before and i'll do it again

bless me dark father, i can't win
without you i'm as good as dead
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px;font-size:9pt;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;line-height:10px;opacity:.8][b]your sanity and your wits
they will all vanish;
it's just a matter of time[/fancypost][align=center]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px;font-size:9pt;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;line-height:10px;opacity:.8][b][color=black]and what i am is [color=#cd0c0c]drunk
and what i am is [color=#cd0c0c]mean[/fancypost][align=center]

[spoiler=more about alcoholism, ramshackle glory][justify]
seat belts are for people who have time to die; hell, i don’t even have time to sleep.

i don’t wanna miss a moment of loathing everything that i see

but i don’t wanna burn out, so won’t you please set me on fire again?

i woke up afraid of losing everything; thank god that i already have

so, if you love me then listen: mind your own fucking business!
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px;font-size:9pt;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;line-height:10px;opacity:.8][b][color=black]i'm not a good person
i'm lazy, i'm a coward[/fancypost][align=center][spoiler=i'm not a good person, pat the bunny][justify]
i'm not a good person, ask anyone who knows me
i'm mean and bitter, and a failure at everything that i say i believe

i'm not a good person no matter what i do
my exhaustion will consume me and i'm too tired for the truth

i'm not a good person, not even to you
i'm staying home because i can't stand the sound of another heartbeat in the room
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px;font-size:12pt;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:center;line-height:10px;opacity:.8][b][color=black]STILL I'LL BE YOUR DOG[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]AAAAA my unlimited data plan runs out tomorrow god b w me

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]no bc my mom thinks 10 gb is enOUGH but we used over 80 this month sO

i need to convince her to pay my metro bill so i can get back to activity aaaa