Posts by ATTICUS H.

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[ Yes ] by Demi Lovato
[ Old Ways ] by Demi Lovato
[ Waitin' For You ] by Demi Lovato
[ Kingdom Come ] by Demi Lovato
[ Lionheart ] by Demi Lovato[/fancypost]

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- get into another relationship
plot ideas
- oneshot revolving around arthurian legend & cullen
graphics
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awards
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muse
6/10
character inspiration
unknown
face claim
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]The lion swallowed thickly, a cold sweat over his entire body, paws trembling just slightly. He pursed his lips into a thin line, breathing skipping just slightly. He could hear the cries of the ColouredClan child off to the side of him, seconds before he was beheaded and it made him want to vomit. "Sauron didn't just get.. get myself and Ashton. He had a ColouredClan child too." He didn't know what became of the child and the rather fatherly male shuddered at the thought. He had managed to find a body faster than he realized, too panicked to really think after the lights clicked off.

Stay where you are. His head hurt thinking about being bound and trapped to the ground, his chest constricting with each breath he tried to bring in.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]He'd caught a glimpse of a red tabby.

And his heart nearly burst from his chest.

Atticus pushed past his clanmates, brows furrowed and heart hammering inside his chest. Could he have been here the whole time? Could he have been looking in vain and the other been right beneath his nose? He felt slightly light-headed, losing sight of the tabby momentarily before he found them again. Once he caught up to them, he gently laid a paw on their shoulder, eyes bright, hopeful. "Excuse me.." His breath caught in his throat, tears welling up in his eyes and his voice faltering. "I'm-- My apologies, do forgive me for wasting your time. I th.. thought you were someone else." The girl looked almost sad for him, the way his voice shook, the tears threatening to fall down his face.

He couldn't be gone. Western couldn't be gone forever and just.. leave him. West had been the only one he'd been with, he didn't know how to be alone. He didn't know.. what to do. The tall lion seemed to shrink into himself, ears flattening against his head and fighting the tears. Biting down on his tongue, Atticus turned away from the girl, feeling the stirrings of grief inside his chest turn into spider webs lodging themselves in the cracks and crevices of his heart. It hurt too much. It hurt too much to breathe, a few tears slipping down his face against his will. Victor please.. They're coming and you have to leave. I can't protect you.

The warrior ended up back in the clearing, his eyes burning, stinging with tears, his throat closed with the lump of grief, his entire body aching. The canvas wasn't empty this time, however, a red tabby sitting along the beach, enjoying himself. A memory Atticus held close and needed to see physically. It hurt too much and suddenly, he didn't want to see it anymore. He got to his feet, a broken sob escaping from him as he grabbed the painting in his mouth and tore it apart, pieces of it littered around him when he was done, sitting down in defeat and staring at the ground with a numb expression.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia][ hi pyre ^^ + rushed, I should be doing chores ]

"Nothing yet. Just.. thinking." Atti said, looking up at the two who appeared. His gaze moved back to the blank canvas, breathing out softly. He wasn't sure he even wanted to paint, he felt like just staring at it until Western appeared from behind it. Sitting up slowly, the serval quietly flicked an ear.

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werden, would you like a thread between atticus and boo?
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;lskdjf i cant
this oneshot is taking longer than i thought it would

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if anyone jumps on atticus for this
he's gonna just "fucK I THOUGHT I WAS HELPING"
+ *takes the chainsaw* let mayhem ensue
do you wanna make the thread, or me?

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]"Are you okay?" It was a quiet question, having found him just laying on the ground. He didn't know that it was Ashton, even then, he'd still ask the question. Are you okay? Because he wasn't. He could hear the cries, the split second of pain before it was lights out. He could feel the beginnings of panic thrumming beneath his skin, infecting and destroying. He kept hearing things, he kept.. feeling things and it was driving him up a wall.

[ rushed post ]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]pokes the chat
does anyone remember merlin? he was a deputy here
and he was atticus' son

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia][ hope you don't mind if this was turned into a human au /shot ]

He was too hopeful. Catching glimpses of a red-haired man, feeling soft touches on his arms leaving him shaky and on the verge of tears. But he forced himself to get up in the morning, to go to work because that's what he would have wanted. To keep going and push away the pain. But it hurt, it hurt so bad that some days he just.. couldn't move. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't eat, he couldn't even cry like he wanted to. These were the days when he felt alone. When he felt.. out of place. He didn't belong in this generation, he didn't belong where his grandchildren would have resided. It made him sick to his stomach, to think about all the lost friends and authority figures he looked up to as a child.

Maybe he could make it better, push it away, ignore it like it wasn't there. So, Atticus was out, dressed nicely as always, his fingers wrapped around a cup of hot chocolate, his eyes following the excited cries of the children in the park. It made him sad, thinking about his children with West, his accidental one with Little Red. But he couldn't make himself stop, as much as he wanted to, as much as he wanted the pain to end. Brown eyes stung with tears, his throat closing up slightly, breathing out a soft sigh to try and push the tears back. He didn't need to start grieving in public, he didn't want their pity.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]atticus was Fargo?
Or Merlin was Fargo?

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]idk if he was or not /shot
atti/I wasn't around much for merlin's adulthood

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]quietly posts painful atticus thread while listening to sad music
anyone want threads? they have to have some kind of plot tho bc interest hh

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]salvatore should get atticus to do something he wouldn't normally do
which is everything
"come on, it'll be okay"
"but,, salvatore, i cant im a gentleman why dont u ppl realize this"

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]game -- could you /shot
bas -- that works! who makes??
pants -- o could u
black -- sure!! do you have any ideas for the thread so it doesn't die?

& making threads for imp/mountain now ^^

edit:
fan -- http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2271986.new#new
jagged -- i'll have to make it tomorrow /shot

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atticus needed to get his mind off of Western, he needed to get his mind off of dying more particularly. It was driving him up a wall and he couldn't take much more of it. The tall lion quietly moved from his house, ears flicking to lay against his head, glancing to the NPCs milling about. His head was aching just slightly, but he ignored it and kept walking, not really searching anyone out.

[ shit starting post lmao ]

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atticus may or may not shit himself when he does that
"oh god what have i done"
http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2271984.new#new

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]He was actually able to move about today, feeling more relaxed than he had in weeks. Not that there wasn't a faint slew of grief buzzing at the back of his mind, it just wasn't as crippling. He'd thrown on relatively casual clothes (especially for himself) before heading out, breathing in a deep sigh of relief once he stepped outside of his apartment. The fresh air was a massive relief and difference from locking himself in his apartment for a few days.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, the taller man moved quietly down the street, smiling in greeting to his neighbors and those walking to their destination.

[ my muse for starting post is horrible ]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atticus was always tempted to try alcohol and drugs, and even more so now with the lack of Western around, but he'd never done it. He couldn't say he didn't want to, he would dive head first into it if it meant getting rid of the pain, of the agonizing and crippling hurt. Or the sounds that haunted him day and night, the dreams that terrorized him to the point where he avoided it at all costs. Flicking an ear, the lion quietly made his way over, watching the others with mild interest.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]sneaks in
i would offer atticus but they don't know each other very well lmao tracking anyway