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  • BURNING RED : PRIVATE

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    Ah, he could have kids with Des all he wanted, he just had to make the simple, measly payment of his beating heart that she'd rip out through his ass. No big deal.


    And *, Des wasn't her only friend, but it'd be awfully depressing if her dumbass brother got her cool ass pregnant. Ugh, why didn't they get him neutered or something before Des joined? Forget Valentines Day, Shots better pray for his godforsaken life, or he won't live to see another sunrise.


    "Mm, indulge me, Shots. What have you done today? Woke up, stretched out, made any new friends?" Her voice was deathly near a sickening sweet purr now, but she sure as * didn't give a * about any new friends Shots made, just hers. The one her brother might be banging.


    //you're welcome to join the thread c;
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  • GIRL CRUSH NEW POLITICS || beach party au

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    She thought they were *ing psychos.


    Who the hell wore long jeans to the beach? That was like asking for torture. She got it, it was cold, Blues probably needed pants, but jesus christ, jeans? She was fully ready to go over there and give him a whole ten minute lecture on the importance of having other pants before she noted Finn and his big ass sweater. That was it, they were breaking her. Just looking at the two hurt a little inside.


    With a wince, the pale girl ran a hand through the dark locks the wind had strewn carelessly over her face, a small 'tsk' sounding from her before she straightened up a bit, the usual charming grin she had lining her lips.


    "Are you guys forming a cult or something?" She called out, waving a hand in the air at them before she jogged down the white sand towards the group, sporting a lightweight white t-shirt and shorts. She probably would've just left on a bikini top for a top or something if the weather wasn't so *ing cold.
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  • BURNING RED : PRIVATE

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    Oh, so he wanted to burn.


    She usually considered herself a pretty agreeable person. But her self control could only go so far. The pretty boy better not value his face too much, because she was breaking that first. She might be smaller than Shots in her current body, but she could still * sh*t up. At her brother's next words, her eyes narrowed and practically screamed bloody murder.


    In the matter of moments, she lunged forwards into the air, aiming to hook an arm around Shots' neck as she landed on the other side of him, attempting to use the momentum to bring the male's entire upper body with her. It wouldn't really break anything, more so end up with Shots in a terrible position that could very possibly hurt a little. If that didn't work, she'd probably just end up torching him instead.


    "Couldn't keep your mouth to yourself huh, you little *?"


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  • art angels ★ o, invite

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    She was digging the party season pretty bad. Three parties within a week? She was *ing in.


    "Coming!" The femme called out as she trotted over, a kind of a half grin on her maw. She was still pretty pissed at her brother for trying to kiss Des, but there wasn't much time and a good party couldn't heal.


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  • BURNING RED : PRIVATE

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    Romeo and Juliet both *ing DIED. Shots wasn't far off.


    "Oh, come on, sweetheart, you know narcissistic is an ugly shade on you." She mocked his voice, aiming to kick him semi lightly in the leg. The * was with Shots and his fetish with seduction and dicks? Jesus christ, the guy could probably turn himself on.


    Fortunately, killing things for a living came with quick reflexes. She ducked under him and darted out between his legs before she could get slammed onto the rock or burnt by his cigarette, but the smoke was still irritating. With a cough, she turned around, aiming a fireball directly towards the back of the male's cranium. Her pissed expression had fallen now, replaced with a dazzling grin that just seemed to convey all the wrong motives.


    "Too slow, pick up the pace, Shots." She bothered to make sure none of her attacks could actually fatally wound Shots, but making him hurt for a couple of days wasn't completely out of her morals.


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  • THE RIFT: OFFICIAL CHAT + PLOT THREAD

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    THE * IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU STOP KILLING YOUR CHARACTERS


    I SWEAR I WILL COME FIND YOU IN YOUR SLEEP


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  • LOOKING FOR A TASTE OF REAL LIFE || private

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    //It'll be hilarious
    dude that's gold, we should start a new thread with that as the first paragraph or somethin
    && these were the stories grandparents looked down upon, and parents feared. But on the bright side, they'd be giving someone a big dose of creativity and a hearty story for the next sit-down dinner party. You are very much welcome
    they should probs put a prank note there that says 'demon kept in pentagram, if escaped, please be courteous and lock your doors at night'


    Ah, that sounded nice. But the only dinner party she ever did attend was sort of less of attending and more of crashing and burning. She thought the mariachi band was a quaint, lovely touch. The other guests did not approve.


    "Mm, we could probably break down a few of their walls while we're at it." She hummed lightly, a small laugh emitting from her as she twisted around with her original plan to head off right away, head bent backwards to look at Des while she grinned. Delicious she couldn't agree more with, but the tactical side of her head was bugging her about the * ton of trouble they'd be in later.


    "We get in, make a splash, we get out. We probably need to stuff a few towels under the other doors -- don't want to get busted before Blues finds the surprise." She paused, lifting her head and turning back around. "You won't have to. We just gotta make like criminals and get the * out of there when, by the terms of the all stealthy Destroya, head honcho finds out."
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  • BURNING RED : PRIVATE

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    Oh, what a surprise, her manwhore of a brother was a virgin, and didn't have more value to his existence than sex. God, she despised that smirk.


    "Hate to break it to you, but you can't * a mirror, Shots. How the hell do you think I feel watching you catwalk it on every day? Oh god it's so gross." She clicked her tongue, waving a paw at the wrist in exasperation before a smirk of her own came to line her maw. She wouldn't kill him, but that wouldn't make the next few hours any less painful.


    A wall of ice shot up from the ground to block the projectiles, and they shattered into each other and slid down towards her paws. Ah, the water ring. How cute. A matching circle of the same spikes she'd been assaulted with danced around Shots. In a moment, they all shot towards him. Her raven colored wings spread from her sides, and she launched herself forwards, the feathered limbs flattening out into a glide as she aimed to crash right into Shots and push him down into his own water ring.


    Right after she attack, no matter if she hit or not, she'd turn mid air, landing lightly on her paws on the surf behind her brother. At this point, she heard Destroya, and turned her head slightly to grin at the fem. "Hey. I'll compromise his face, but the rest of him is fair game. "
    //ninajed ahh
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  • I AM GOD'S GIFT // open, joining

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    Yeah, that was the no chill squad.


    The smoke trotted over with her usual charismatic grin, drawn over by the commotion like a moth to light. It was like a reality show 24/7 over here, and she loved every moment of it.


    Slowing to a stop by Andraste and the no chill squad, the salt and pepper femme lifted a paw to her forehead and saluted, winking towards the newcomer. "Welcome! I'm Faux. You sure about that tour? The nights get real cold around here."
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  • THE RIFT: OFFICIAL CHAT + PLOT THREAD

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    Jcf I feel like I'm watching a reality show and just throwing popcorn at the screen in anger


    SHOTS YOU JUST MET HER


    HOW DID IT GO FROM
    'hey I heard you were hanging with my sister'
    TO
    'let's go out and * sometime'
    IN TWO PAGES


    TWO PAGES


    I'M DONE
    IM SO *ING DONE


    but this is hilarious ngl xD
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  • BURNING RED : PRIVATE

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    Well that'd just give her more reason to try and rip off his head.


    At his next words she simply smiled, and aimed to light a fire right underneath Shots, while a large icicle would break through the ground, aiming right for the male's leg. His ego was really starting to bother her.


    If she did end up getting her attacks through, she'd simply bow graciously, take the rose, and throw it back at Shots' head. She'd probably also pay for that later, but worse things could happen. "And that was my peace treaty."


    At his threat, she just waved her tail dismissively, a smooth grin curling over her lips again. There was a challenge in her eyes, as if they were taunting, I'd like to see you try. She'd gotten most of her anger out already, but just for the sake of the battle, she'd continue on.


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  • LOOKING FOR A TASTE OF REAL LIFE || private

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    //Ah, I can make it riiight after homework ^^


    Come to think of it, that'd turn out pretty hilarious. Criminals gone astray to join mariachi band printed as the headline of any old newspaper strewn around town was sure to stir up some interesting conversations. What fun, giving your life away to music and men with mustaches, armed with nothing but your instrument and delightful voice. Would Des have to get a mustache?


    "We can't exactly get more naked than we are now." She quirked an invisible eyebrow suggestively before she laughed, flicking an ear. Hypothetically, they could get more naked, as apart from the wide spectrum of the soft layer baring up in opposition to the outside, there still remained a much more requisite stretch. Though that was a little unwarranted, even if it was technically to prove a point.


    "A life of crime the right way 101. Taught by our instructor, Destroya the great." She mused, though she did nod her head several times to show she knew exactly what was going on. Right. Fire, corpses, towels, hazards. Sounded like a pretty solid plan. "The towels and corpses will be delivered pronto. "
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