Posts by SHATTERSHIELD

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  • girls just wanna have fun -- open, prank

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    Unlucky for Fan he'd been right in the line of fire, fatigued with drowsiness the liger slowly made his way through the maze of trees in hopes of spotting his father nearby. He could go for a good hug by good ol'pyro. However the sight of Kisandra dangling from a tree worried him more than hugs at the moment, the large wild cat lingered closer as he looked up with concern lacing his delicate features. "Hey..uh..you alright?" he would question, his head tipping slightly but before he had time to react he noticed his face and body had been smothered in a cold liquid that felt thick and goopy against his fur, he tumbled back slightly as his paws franticly tried to clean the paint from his eyes. "ACK WHAT THE FUCK" he roared, he was all up for pranks, don't get him wrong, he just didnt like it when they were pulled on him.

  • SUNCLAN CHATTING THREAD V.4

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    daww sherrie thats terrible :C The only life or death encounter I've had with an animal is when a buck ran into the middle of the highway and stopped to look at our car, luckily the deer it bolted off and me and my family were hysterically crying. I hate mother nature sometimes.

  • HE'S THERE IN THE DARK — open, joining

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    Fan was quite fluent in the 'not so fancy' words of spanish but that was about it, and even then he still has no idea what he talks about sometimes. "Holly shit he's french" he wheezed, he stopped beside the duo and stared at the stranger curiously, his paws shuffled excitedly as he awaited the joiner to speak again.



    //rushed

  • will my heart change to white? // open, "returning"

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    //welcome back!


    "Thats cool, I guess" he shrugged, he hadn't known Gameboy before but it was still nice to see someone come back, even if he didnt know exactly where he went. "Names Fanservice, its nice meeting you Gameboy" the liger introduced, giving a sort of bow out of politeness.


    //museless

  • [ill keep you safe - private]

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    Fan turned slightly when he heard his nickname ring out into the silenced atmosphere, his jaws parted to speak his condolences but he found it particularly hard when he felt a great force drag him into a hug. "OH SHIT! he exclaimed at first, unaware it was indeed his loving father who had tackled him down, the liger soon realized the similar markings of pyro and slowly accepted his hug with a small smirk arising across his broad muzzle. "Jesus dad you scared me half to death" he chuckled, pulling away slightly to get a better look at his old man, for someone who was a year old he sure did have charming looks, its probably why Fan himself was so handsome. "Me? Inside? Oh..hehe yeah I've been playing one of my games" he admitted, his paw reached forward in attempts to gently nudge his shoulder, like a playful punch of sorts, "but Im out here now and holly shit is it bright out, how about we take a walk, catch up and do some father son bonding time" he would suggest with his grin never once fading from his features.

  • IS IT ME YOU'RE LOOKING FOR [ open - raid aid request]

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    "Ahh yeah, its time to fuck some shit up" the liger exclaimed excitedly as he mad his way over toward the small cluster of shadowclanners. He was more than happy to lend his help, his hand to hand combat was a bit rusty but he sure as hell could wield a weapon.

  • [ill keep you safe - private]

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    "Huh..how about to the lake, we both could use a chill day to ourselves" he snickered as he started to lead the way, he stopped slightly to look back at Pyro with his head tilting slightly to the side "is here someplace you wanted to go? I don't want to make this all about me".


    //low muse

  • girls just wanna have fun -- open, prank

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    Fanservice gave himself a small shake as he attempted to splash whoever was around with neon paint, he might as well spread the love, at Gameboy's offer the liger would gently shake his head. "Nah, Im not that evil. She'll get it one day" he chuckled with his shoulders giving a nonchalant shrug, catching the towel that was tossed Fan would turn to offer the former boy a cheeky smile as he turned to wipe the paint from his face.


    //low muse

  • i'm fresh to death [open + truth or dare]

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    Ethan chuckled slightly at Nubris and his attempts to be adorable (which he accomplished with flying colors), the alabaster cub swayed his tail slightly in anticipation for the next round to begin.

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  • GREY SKIES, EMPTY HEARTS | open + spin the bottle

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    At the mentioning of a game the cub was summoned to the scene, his head slightly tilted out of curiosity since Punk made no specifications on what the game was about. His emerald gaze traveled down toward the bottle, he knew right away what this game was about, the cubs cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink as he took a seat beside Punk. He rarely did games like these and he didnt want to have a forced first kiss, but something urged him to fit, so he blatantly accepted "I-ill play"

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  • [pretty little gangster - private]

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    Ethan gave a fake laugh in response to Blue's giggle, "aha...m-my mistake..I-i must've been seeing things" he murmured quietly as he avoided the former pups gaze with hesitation, he knew it was rude not to look people in the eye when speaking but the ebony void reflected in the pups gaze seemed too intimidating for the cub to compete with. "U-uh..s-so..um...do you wanna..um..g-go for a walk?" he asked, lifting his ears slightly with his features slowly returning to the youthful spark he had previous to blues arrival. Maybe a walk could clear the air a bit, and maybe distract Ethan for a bit as he went about telling himself to chill the fuck out.


    //low muse

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  • CIRCLE OF LIFE || o ; slowly recovering + new leg

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    Fanservice trotted forward to stand beside pyro, his brown oculars flickering over his grandfathers brittled form before his gaze was averted onto his concerned fathers voice. He himself didnt see a problem with it, he looked even more badass than he did before, but pyro's uncertainty was all he cared about in the very moment. "Your like a badass version of robocop" he would muse, his attempts to lighten the spirits seemed unneeded but the liger would try anyway.

  • turning my cheek for the sake of the show -- open, possible development

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    "I was summoned" the liger mused, walking toward the cluster with a nonexistent eyebrow quirked, he hadn't had a clue why his name was called but he was quite interested to know. It soon hit him that they were indeed talking about the prank kisandra pulled on him not to long ago, he still had paint up his nose from that incident.

  • to be or not to be, that is the question ;; plot w/ironically named prick

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    A possible frienemie sort of thing?
    It could be that sort of friendship where they argue alot but come together by bonding over something they both particularly like (it could be anything they might have a fascination with, like Trigg can teach Fan to knit)
    and then Trigger can just yell at him when Fan fucks up somehow X3

  • [WE'RE GETTING 20% COOLER - OPEN ++ BODY CHANGE]

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    The liger body wasn't exactly cutting it in his eyes, it was rather big and made the simplest of things a bit difficult (getting up being the worst of his struggles), so the gammer left for a bit and returned with a simple brown tabby body with the same poop brown eyes he previously had in his old body. The boy was garnished in a purple sweatshirt which had an odd logo on the left side of his chest (the twitch logo) and he had managed to find a pair of glasses that fit his new (and quite small) body. "I hope my ass looks good in this" he murmured quietly to himself, turning sightly to inspect the rather fit tabby body before retaining his original position.