Posts by Gooey

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  • NO SAYS THE RABBIT [CHEAP ARTSHOP, OPEN!]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;]username: Dixion [Charrie Sub]
    type of piece: Headshot
    pose (opt.): Whatever you find easiest!
    moving parts (opt.): None.
    species: Hellhound (large shaggy wolf)
    -reference picture (opt.): -none availible-
    -eye color: red, no pupil.
    -appearance: large black canine with shaggy fur and sharply pointed ears.
    -accessories: two small golden studs at the base of his ears (opt.)
    -clothing (opt.): none
    other:toats mc goats

  • my heart will burn for you -- open, murder

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;] Rudy scented the blood and made his way over, looking apon the scene with a curious look. "Well d*mn, didnt you have some f*cking anger to push out of your happy little *ss." Stated the hound, taking a seat infront of the male he hardly knew.

  • radicals )) open, return??

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;] Though Rudy had not a clue who the canid was, he raised a brow as he mentioned the name of his birthplace. "Sh*t man, wheres my f*cking goodie bag from Hell?" Inquired the hellhound, perking his sharply pointed ears.

  • MISS JACKSON, ARE YOU NASTY? -- open, human au drinking game

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;]Sh*t. Rudy stared at his sister with a dumbfounded look on his usually smooth features, volcanic orbs wide. He was speechless, feeling the twinges in his stomach he would get around his twin twinge tighter, but he ignored the pain. Was it bad if he was, well, attracted to those? Was is bad if...Oh sh*t. He moved an arm to his lap to try and hide it, a small flash of color coming to his pale cheeks.

  • ¡¡. death by a rubber chicken, open - weekly task

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;] "Shoulda f*ckin stuck it up his *ss an' turned him into a sh*tty *ss popsicle." Grumbled the hellhound as the apprached his sister and the grusome scene. His eyes showed that he was alittle impressed with her work of the dismembered body.

  • Ω | in love with my twin, open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;] Rudy apprached the scene, his ears perked as he noticed others gathered around his sister. "Sh*t did I f*ckin miss some sh*t?" He asked, moving around to stand next to Ruby, so close their shoulders touched.

  • Ω | in love with my twin, open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;]"Oh, f*ck. Sorry I missed that sh*t." Replied the hellhound, smiling towards Ruby. He then turned towards everyone around them and his grin faded, f*ckin strangers.

  • Running River Herd {sign up! Badges for active members!}

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;]{Xerxes}
    CLICK
    Horse gender: Stallion
    Horse age: 5-6 years
    Horse's role in the heard: Stallion
    Horse's kin or relationships if any: N/A
    Mate/Crush: N/A
    Horse's personality: Xerxes is a rather quiet equine that tends to keep to himself. He is very polite and respectful to those whom return the favor. He has a short temper that is fiery when crossed. His stubborness can sometimes get him into trouble, but he also has a brave soul.
    Background info: N/A
    Code word: tent
    Other: N/A

  • NO SAYS THE RABBIT [CHEAP ARTSHOP, OPEN!]

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    // re-post incase form was missed.

  • AN AMBITIOUS BLOODCLAN PROJECT

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;] I know Serpentine was a large golden serval wuth many scars and was missing half his face.

  • MISS JACKSON, ARE YOU NASTY? -- open, human au drinking game

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;]He didnt know what was happening before it had already happened. His face wrinkled up in discust and his hands flashed to his face, rubbing it fiercly. "What the literal f*ck? Keep your sh*tty *ss tongue to your f*cking self! I dont need that f*cking bullsh*t over here!" Snapped Rudy, glaring daggers with his vibrant red eyes.

  • bloody teeth }{ open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;] Rudyrue had some anger he needed to let out. Alot of anger. So he had seized some random NPC by the throat and began to shake it violently. He began to grow dizzy but continued his attack until the body became unconnected from its head and flew to the side. That only p*ssed the hound off more. Placing the dismembered head on a large, flat stone, Rudy reared up and slammed his paws down apon it. He did this repeatedly until there was nothing left but a bloody pile of mush. "F*cker."

  • Plot with DEATH!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;] // master x servant thread?

  • I WANNA BE KNOWN * JOINING

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 235px; color:; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;] Rudy growled deep within his throat, already taking a strong disliking towards the insanist female that stood before the large hellhound. He decided to hold his tongue to keep from cursing out the "newbie". So instead the horse sized demon-dog shifted his weight, flattening his pointed ears.