[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 8pt; MARGIN-TOP: -5PX;]▶ the husky flexed his paws at the sudden stiffness in the vanguards body, the tips of his painted claws tapping softly against the ground, but he fought the instinct to pull away. fought it well, in fact; only realizing once the german shepard released a heavy breath that he hadnt moved at all. he hadnt tensed or braced himself. vibrant hues flitted up towards his eyes again, searching from beneath glittery lashes and shifting his arms to prop his chin on the back of his ivory wrist. though at the mention of a world war, a brief glimmer of recognition shone in his eyes, a familiar tugging in his mind. yes, he'd heard about that before.. he'd read about it somewhere. there were a multitude of history book in the library, which ironically enough, he visited often. it was mostly a hangout for him to smoke and not have to leave the temple to worry about the hemp smell since there werent many visitors, plus, the smell of mothballs and old paper covered up a good bit of it on its own,"oh, i.. i've heard of that." he breathed, finally sweeping his gaze away from the doctors and down towards his grounded paw. that.. wasnt a good time, obviously. even with the former drug-addicts limited amount of knowledge on the subject, he could make that assumption. it was all fighting, killing, rationing, orphaned children - the books had made it a point to emphasize just how orphaned the children were, if they hadnt died themselves. a faint tremor ran down the males spine, but he masked it in the form of a gentle cough into the back of his paw.
there was a moment of relaxation as the veteran moved in next to him, enjoying the body warmth he resonated, aiming to carefully draping the cloth over his back once he settled. a second of calm, all of which melted into worry once again as he began to shake, perking his ears in slight alarm. he was laughing - a tense and beaten down noise that caused the males stomach to drop. he was much more troubled than he let on, and the advisor was.. ashamed that he had let him go through it alone until now. he should have been more watchful after the cliff incident. he should have been a hell of a lot more watchful to everyone, in fact, maybe then he wouldnt be in the situation he was in now. he shook off that little tangent of a thought and wriggled slightly, getting into a comfortable position to listen as he began to speak. "im presumin' you mean don." the ghost of an amused smile passed over glossy lips, gaze once again lifting to his face, but trailing along the lines of the scars on his cheek instead of meeting his gaze,"mm, now, who else would i be talking about?" he teased gently, before piping down to listen to what he was saying, shifting the cover a bit further up his shoulders. he made a mental note of the names gordo and grady, because given the subject, he was sure the information would be needed later on - they seemed important to him.
it was a little known fact that artpop loved stories. he loved sitting and listening to someone speak or read more than anything, as uncharacteristic as it seemed. he was a good listener - eager like a child would be, listening intently shown by the slight dilation in his onyx pupils. zowie seemed.. lovestruck - quite obviously. tone wistful and longing, holding the man to such high regards, the way he spoke of him seemed to warm his heart. there was another name, then; red. like grady and gordo, he hadnt the slightest clue who that was, or who they were to zowie.
as he continued, though, the husky brought his tail closer to his side, pierced ear twitching in thought. wardaddy.. he could vaguely remember someone by that name. the doberman. he hadnt spoken to him much, or.. at all, really. nevertheless, he could remember seeing him around - most notably when zowie had still been.. well, zowie. the mutt who was always dirty for some reason, the one that artpop could have sworn didnt know what a bath was. since then, he hadnt seen him - maybe he didnt get out enough. either way, he loved done. wardaddy. he could tell it in the way he spoke, the way he smiled when describing him despite being so upset. it was.. admirable. arty took a breath in, then spoke,"wardaddy. does he.. not remember?" his words were tentative, quiet. understanding. the german shepard hadnt remembered until recently - maybe it was him. it seemed too close to be a coincidence, didnt it? the male shifted, then frowned slightly at the next thing he said. an apology. the advisor lifted his ivory paw, resting it lightly on the german shepards arm in reassurance,"you've no reason to apologize, hon." he offered a little smile, looking up to meet his eyes,"it feels good to get things off your chest, and i dont mind listening."
// i trIED MATCHING A LITTLE BUT DAMN THAT WAS A LOT
// A+++ I LOVE IT
GENERAL:
★ ARTPOP DONATELLA | ' ARTY ' | CISGENDER MALE
★ shadowclan king [ leader, hp ] | sociable title | shc barbie
★ homo/hypersexual | homoromantic | often sleeps around
★ dilated cardiomyopathy | heavily medicated with atorvastatin
★ mild depression | panic disorder | "medicated" with vicodin
★ casual toker | recovering cocaine addict | relapsing alcoholic
★ adores elvis | currently dissociated | dependent on painkillers
★ voice reference - theme song - playlist - human au ref
RECENT EVENTS:
★ became leader of shadowclan, doesnt know what hes doing
★ five stages of grief: in denial [goes up a stage every 50 posts]
★ started drinking again pretty heavily, usually smells like vodka
★ frisk murdered, hellbent on revenge, grieving
PHYSICAL:
★ GLITTERY SILVER / WHITE HUSKY [main] | health: 100%
— artpop is a slim, attractive purebred siberian husky with a silver / ivory coat marred only by sparse flecks of light grey that gives him a distinctive ticked look. his fur is long and silk-soft to the touch, the slightly longer ruff around his neck similar to feathers in texture and shine. his most notable physical aspect, however, is that he is somehow always covered in a thin layer of glitter. it is usually silver in hue, but can range to gold or pink for different occasions. it never seems to leave him, despite his impeccable personal hygiene and constant baths, almost as if he applies it daily. his eyes are fuchsia, sharp almond shaped and adorning a dramatic curve of onyx lashes. a drag queen through and through, there is not a moment in the day he is seen without makeup, his usual being dramatic winged liner and a palette of pink-to-black eyeshadow paired with false lashes. he has silver loops in his left ear, looped tongue ring and two leather bracelets on forelegs, occasionally wears a chanel scarf. he tastes like french vanilla and smells like versace perfume. ✮
— current injuries: none.
PERSONALITY:
★ esfp personality type | "[i]the entertainer"
★ artpop gives off an immediate air of intimidation, of judgement. he is controlling, deceiving, belittling and mean, capable of doing everything in his power to get what he wants. his manipulative personality consists of two main ingredients - sex appeal and the insecurity of others. arty seems to be epitome of "mean girl" right upon meeting him; but if one were to stay around him, they would see that he is far more troubled than he lets on. he is jealous, chasing the affection he has been starved for, but far too preoccupied by keeping up his reputation to let anyone in on his true personality. he is sometimes rude, bitter, perhaps downright resentful, but he has good intentions. he is basically white trash, very prone to moodswings, and will not hesitate to roast the hell out of you. although he is afraid of emotion and caring for others, and will fight to keep himself from showing it, but cares for every one of his clanmates more than they will ever know. in all truth, he despises the person he has become, but it isnt likely that he will ever admit it
— other: mild syngenesophobia.
RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single | highkey heartbroken | ½ of artpans | ½ of zop
★ monogamous | craves affection | semi-easy to befriend
★ unknown xx unknown | generation one | mentoring ross
INTERACTION/POWERS:
★ physically extreme | mentally medium-hard
★ fire elemental [pink] - discovered - mastered | 100%
★ electric elemental [pink] - discovered - unmastered | 90%
★ emotion manipulation - discovered - mastered | 100%
★ sound manipulation - discovered - mastered | 100%
★ shapeshifting - undiscovered - unmastered | 00%
★ fights with a bedazzled meat cleaver | skilled
★ magenta blood | aura is glittery pink & silver
★ attack in bold #fafafa
OTHER/LINKS:
★ basically jeffree star
★ based on lady gaga's artpop album
★ pm for plot / one-night-stands
★ heartchart and opinions
★ shadowclan plot thread
[color=#C29DA9]★ [color=#fafafa]general plot thread
[color=#C29DA9]★ [color=#fafafa]thread hub
[color=#C29DA9]★ [color=#fafafa]biography
[color=#C29DA9]★ [color=#fafafa]ask.fm
[color=#C29DA9]★ [color=#fafafa]diary
