Posts by wallcub

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]ALLIANCE — RANK — HOVER FOR TAGS — ATTACK IN COLOR[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]usin this one <3

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]wallcub[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]And thus the small ebony she-kit was born into the world with a squeak. It was awfully cold out here. Not that she was complaining, since, well, she couldn't at her age, but she felt distressed nonetheless.

Despite the cool air her siblings were keeping her warm. Not that anyone would necessarily be able to tell that she was even there because she was so absolutely tiny her brothers and sisters were covering her with their fur and wriggling appendages. But that was just all the more comfort and warmth, right? Wallcub preferred to think that way.

The black-furred snow leopard scrabbled over to Toriel's belly to suckle. Her mother's milky scent was compelling and cozy and nice. Wallcub wrapped her small jaws around a teat and began to suck on it, letting the warm fluid wash into her mouth. It wasn't all that good, but when you're a newborn you'll eat anything.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]wallcub[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]So... weekly tasks, huh? Those sounded pretty interesting, but Wallcub had been fooled before. She approached the task-giver with a soft smile on her childish face and said simply, "Task please?" And then waited patiently for Alaska to reply. She was actually quite excited for what her task would be.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]wallcub[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]Wallcub wasn't necessarily a big fan of meet and greets despite her extroverted demeanor, but she would participate anyway. She felt she had to, though this event probably wasn't mandatory. Either way, the melanistic cub padded up to the mass meet and greet with a weak smile on her face. Time to introduce herself, she supposed.

"I'm Wallcub. I'm Sans and Toriel's daughter and I like singing. I can be sorta shy- blame it on the social anxiety- but I'd like to think I'm pretty friendly most of the time. Nice to meet you!" Wallcub laughed awkwardly at her accidental mentioning of her crippling anxiety, her silver-blue eyes travelling the area in search of a concerned expression. She couldn't find one, at least not yet. That was a good sign. Hopefully no one had paid attention to her.

//helloooo i'm zia/heather/tria (call me what u like honestly) and i'm 19 and i hate school + politics + family + myself most of the time, and love singing + cats. i have a character named ebbingpaw in blizzardclan and have once been the leader of the rebellion of terminus, which was p cool. pleasure to meet u!

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]wallcub[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]track!!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]wallcub[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]The snow leopard cub approached with a smile on her face. Another meet and greet. Except this one wasn't as big, which Wallcub was thankful for. She didn't really like crowds.

But anyways, the child meowed, "Yo. I'm Wallcub." With a wink and an attempt at doing a pistol motion with her toes. Needless to say, it didn't work out as well as she'd hoped, but whatever.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]wallcub[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]The cub padded up next to Gabriola and laughed softly. Despite how she was not a family person she quite liked the company of her siblings. Or at least as much as she could, being the irritable little prick she was. Wallcub waved at Boycub- the only person here she hadn't met- and then turned back to her siblings.

"Hi Abracub. You know me, right?" Wall hoped they did, but hey, what did she know? A lot of things, actually, but not how good her sibling's memory was.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]kurt [color=#C379C6]hummel[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]Kurt, if he was being honest, was nowhere near sure how he had gotten here. Or how he'd become a cat. He wished he knew, but... he didn't. And he wanted to be a human again, very soon. He hated how his face was extremely close to the dirt. I mean for god's sake, there was dust everywhere.

I swear to god if this mud gets all over my ascot I'm going to die. The maine coon thought, as diva as usual. But he knew deep down that didn't matter for now. He had to figure out where he was, surely.

Thus the chestnut-colored male began to walk. And soon he found himself seated on the border of BoneClan, examining the area with blue-green-brown eyes. Glasz. One of the only perks of being a feline was the fact that his sense of smell was heightened a healthy amount. He kind of relished in the new smells. For about two seconds. And then he felt stupid for doing that.

And soon his feminine voice was slipping from his throat and he didn't know why. He hadn't intended to speak. Oh god. Was anyone going to tell him he sounded like a girl? Because if they did he was going to scream. But that wasn't important. He'd already done it. Made a fool of himself, surely.

"Hello? I'm Kurt Hummel... where am I?" Kurt called out into the willow trees. He then began eyeing the ground beneath his feet and warning it silently, Don't touch my Marc Jacobs. I will crush you.

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Kurt looked over at Jude with a face that, all-in-all, showed nothing but discomfort and caution. He pushed a small, uneven smile to his face to fake calmness, but he was actually sort of worried. I mean, these people- er, animals- could be completely different than the human ones. But... he had to remain steady.

"Hi. Join... um... sure, why not, I guess?" Honestly he had no reply to that question. Hopefully he wouldn't regret it. The maine coon cast his glasz eyes over at Solardust and one invisible brow instantly quirked. Wow. They were a uh... piece of work, huh? I mean, nobody was perfect but... phew.

"You need a makeover my friend. I think some eyeliner could do you some good." Kurt mused. He sounded oddly serious. He wasn't sure if eyeliner worked on cats, but he would have to make it work because Sol really need it. The situation was dire. Some people could work bags under the eyes, but Solar didn't seem to be one of those people.

He wasn't very good about not judging people, as you can see.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]kurt [color=#C379C6]hummel[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]Ah. She seemed mostly hospitable. "Pleasure to meet you Jude." He said with a respectful nod of his head. However, as soon as the eye patch-wearing feline continued to speak he broke into laughter. After about five seconds of weirdly-adorable cackling he paused, realizing no one else found it funny.

Oh yeah. These people didn't know what makeovers were. He was doomed. He was going to die a horrible fate due to lack of necessary drugs to keep him alive. Makeovers were pretty much Kurt's cocaine if he were being entirely honest.

"Um. Oh, god, honey. I'm sorry, that was out of place," He paused to dab at his eyes with his lavender ascot and he took a deep breath before continuing. "They need it because it looks as if they haven't been sleeping well and those under-eye bags really need to be dealt with. You stressed?" He explained with a seemingly absentminded expression worn upon his fluffy face.

"Maybe some other eye makeup would do you some good... maybe some brown foundation? Eh, but that probably wouldn't go with fur, huh? That's for skin..." Kurt was rambling now.

What a nerd.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]kurt [color=#C379C6]hummel[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]So... Kurt didn't know many people here. He'd met Jude and Solardust, but that was about it. And he wanted to give some more people makeovers, dammit! So, the fluffy cat took a seat in the camp with a small grin poised on his uneven lips.

"Meet and greet!" The male called in his high-pitched voice, tail lashing half with excitement and half with annoyance with this insanely stupid dirt and bugs that were everywhere. These things hadn't ever bothered him as a human, but now they were just aggravating.

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Kurt scoffed accidentally at Tim's comment. "Ridiculous? You, my friend, are the ridiculous one here. Makeup isn't a... a mask; its a way to bring out the full potential beauty in someone." The maine coon shrugged and chuckled again.

Then he turned to Solardust and another tiny giggle rolled off his tongue. "Sort of? Eye bags don't lie." He chirped playfully, shaking his head. "But other than that, you are quite pretty, you know. Anyone ever told you that?" They inquire with a little, sweet smile. He wasn't a complete jerk. Most of the time.

Mostly.

//shameless ebbingdust pandering

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]kurt [color=#C379C6]hummel[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]Kurt looked over at Jude and grinned softly at her. "Yes. Jude, right?" He replied kindly, offering her a polite nod of his head. Then her next question came along and he was suddenly chuckling awkwardly. How would he reply to this...? He couldn't just tell her he used to be human, right? That was probably breaking some fourth-wall rule out there, right?

"Um... well, I think the question is how do you not?" He said, quickly turning the inquiry on her. It was simply strategy, really. A trick commonly used in interviews and the like. Hopefully it worked here as well.

Then he looked over at Feliks and Bill and waved at them calmly with one chestnut-furred paw. "Hi." He replied hastily, passing them a playful wink and then turning his attention back to Jude.

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porcelain has logged on
porcelain what in the hell have i walked into

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He was missing the point, obviously. Kurt wasn't annoyed with him in the slightest, he just felt like things of this sort were easy to understand. Maybe that was because he was super gay. But that wasn't his fault, no? And he was also pretty okay with that. He was settled with who he was, despite how insecurities sometimes crept into his youthful mind. But didn't that happen to everyone?

"Its not fixing their beauty, just enhancing it. Plus, makeup gives people the confidence to flaunt how pretty they are! And if you don't need it to feel happy with yourself that's even better." The maine coon informed with a warm smile spread across his face.

//YES FITE ME I HAVE A THREAD ABOUT MAKING GLEE CHARS IF U WANNA SEE LMAO

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porcelain uncomfortable

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]kurt [color=#C379C6]hummel[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]porcelain language!!!
porcelain no just joking but seriously i dont understand any of you
porcelain and yes massive difference i cant believe how totally not the same those two words are oh not at all

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]kurt [color=#C379C6]hummel[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]INFO — BATTLE TAGS — OTHER[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]The maine coon turned his head to Pishacsha with a soft smile on his face. "Hi. Thanks." Kurt replied cheerfully, waving at the serval with one chestnut-furred paw. He seemed nice, Kurt supposed. But it probably wouldn't be wise to say that pun to his face, if he was being totally honest.