Posts by ATTICUS H.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]ASDFGHJKL
"Atti do u want a lap dance"
"w h at I am a,, a gentleman nO"
*imp slides a little closer*
*atti sweats nervously*

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]i come back two hours later
and there's six pages
Jesus fuck
someone should give me ideas on what to do to atticus

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]if imperial suggested a lap dance to Atticus
Atticus would turn fucking beet red and struggle to respond
like he's never /outright/ talked about anything sexual despite the fact that he's old as fuck
he would not know what the fuck was going on
+ imp & atti do need a thread
/what if he really did offer a lap dance in a human au/

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]sneaks back in bc i had to go pick up my sister from my aunt's house
@fan - do u wanna make the au or do i need to? c:
+ im listening to waiting for you by demi lovato
& you think that's old, atticus is gonna be 3 years real time in january

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atticus slowed to a stop, hackles slightly raised and his head lowering a bit. His gaze turned to the three newcomers, his jaws opening slightly to try and see if he really did smell BloodClan. Unfortunately, Atti was from a time when SunClan and BloodClan had been constantly at each others' throats - a time when Atticus' entire medic team had been captured and nailed to boards just for sport. He was already irritated and his odd eyes soon landed on Merle and lingered, distrust flaring violently. Last one he was in contact with had tried to rip out his intestines (albeit she had an odd obsession with him, bordering on vicious love. she had tended to assault Atticus to get his attention).

The serval breathed out before standing up taller and relaxing his stance, bright eyes mirroring his irritation inside. The smallest of smiles appeared on his muzzle, in Merle's direction, before it seemed to soften in response to the other two. "Pleasure to meet you." He turned slightly back towards Imperial, brow raising slightly. Throne of corpses? Dragons? What the hell was going on? The male side-stepped and followed the other quietly.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]"Up your ass. Unless he was so insignificant, you couldn't feel it." Atticus didn't know who the hell this person was, he didn't know what the hell he wanted, but he could tell that he was going to piss him off. The tall serval silently appeared next to Seafoam and Olivia, a defiant flare of 'piss off' flooding his expression.

[ terrible post jfc ]

sideeyes waft and fan

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]sneaks in bc writty is life
interaction/friendship eventual one/two-sided crush thread? /shot

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]adonis flirts hardcore with atticus and atti turns into a blubbering mess bc "he is a,, a gentleman
and gentleman aren't supposed to act like that,,"

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]open to:
- interaction ( picky, threads like these kill my muse )
- friendship
- rivalry
- enemies
- sparring and/or actual, physical fights
- one/two-sided crushes

picky about:
- romance
- him being captured/tortured

closed to:
- capturing/torturing/killing your character
- rape either way

i'd prefer if there was a set drive to a thread, otherwise i'll probably lose interest pretty quickly /shot

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atticus lingered quietly at the forest's edge, inwardly debating with himself. He chewed a little on his bottom lip, letting out a soft breath and turning to head back to the middle of the territory. It pained him not to see Western, but at this point, he had to assume the other male was deceased. Flicking an ear, the serval quietly headed back to a clearing he'd found earlier the other day. It reminded him of when he was a child and would run and play with the older Westernwaste after his duties as a medic apprentice. The faintest of smiles stirred on the male's muzzle before it disappeared, pushing his way through the undergrowth.

Once he got into the clearing, his eyes sought out the fallen log, broken in half by a storm that passed. He continued to survey it, deciding how he would set things up. Flicking an ear, Atticus started forward.

An hour or so later, he had a cleared space with a blank canvas propped against the tree, random paints (made of berries and other various plants) lingering nearby. He could have done this in his house, but he didn't want to. This was more.. nostalgic. It kept him tied to Western and he'd continue to do so until he couldn't anymore, until it hurt too much. Then the male stepped back and made himself comfortable a few feet away, his eyes trailing over the canvas. He didn't paint it however, just stared at it, lost in his thoughts.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]"Stop, back off." Atticus breathed, confused, oh so horribly confused and pained. He couldn't breath. Were they getting better? Did he need to treat them? Could they heal on their own - fuck if he knew, the usually calm serval was just staring and couldn't physically move his legs. "Stop, stop. It's not your fault. It's not anybody's fault. Do you both need help? Or can you.. just magically heal?" He felt old and he struggled to wrap his mind around what the hell just happened.

Atticus was just thoroughly confused, not to mention scared but he wouldn't admit that. No.. no, Maxis and his games, cruel and vicious. Let's play a game Atti. The serval shuddered, and took a step back. Why were they all jumping on him? Why were they all so.. vicious.

[ long ass posts everyone's got *grumbles and sneaks away* ]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]sneaks in
everybody should look inside atti's tags and look at his faceclaim
sneaks away to sleep

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Clearly, Atticus was the only sane one. He stood off to the side, eyes narrowed, tail lashing. He didn't greet the other, his lip curled in faint distaste and a small 'tch' escaping from his jaws. Why were they on good terms with BloodClan again? They had shed too much of Atticus' blood before and he wasn't going to be that quick to forgive and forget even if they were different people. They all still aligned themselves to that banner (maybe it was a bad thing he wasn't aware of the Exiles' hideous ways). The serval sat down nearby just to say he was present, but didn't speak.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]yES it is omg
he was a bby when Lovelace was leader

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]asdfghjkl yes human aus are great
do you want to make it or me??

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]hops over
atticus can be executed ^^
it'll help me with an plot I have in mind

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]rolls around bc I have general ideas on what to do to Atticus
But idk which way I want to go with them
Or endgame
+ Cullen (from dragon age) being flustered reminds me of Atticus

Imperialexecution. wrote:

[size=8]LOUD SCREAMING DRAGON AGE
I honestly don't know what Imperial is any more
He was Fenris, then Zevran, and now?? Like a mix of them and Krem and a random corpse tbh

Also Inno stop
[size=2px][color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]!! yes dragon age
I want to do something based around Cullen
but
I don't want to copy him completely
I have a vague idea on one part of the plot that doesn't involve Cullen ideas
&& I love zevran ofmoapf I can't breathe I'm laughing so hard at some of his shit he says in party banter
alSO I found this picture I wanted to show you fan but I can't figure out how to upload it on mobile

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]How the hell did he get himself in this situation? His chest tightened considerably, images flashing through his mind, the sound of muffled crying off to his side, the heavy breathing of an executioner. The serval wheezed only slightly, feeling the beginnings of panic thrum through his veins, muffled whispering through the crowd leaving him gasping for air. It's okay, Victor. It's going to be okay, I swear. He pulled at his bonds, attempting to get loose, to get away, to not break down in complete panic.

I did this to you, it's my fault. He was violently trembling now, a cold sweat breaking out all over him. The serval's wild, mismatched eyes shot up to this 'Robbie' kid and Sauron, bile rising in his throat.

[ just a note, half the things he's hearing are flashbacks and/or hallucinations ]