Posts by dean w.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]He nodded his agreement, taking his eyes off the river and staring into the jungle on the other side. "I like the beach. Laying down on the sand is really nice after a dip in the cold-ish shallows. Relaxing too, the swish of the waves pulls me into a nice relaxed mood. There is this nice secluded spot I found that I can just chill out in. I could show you it, sometime?"

What are you doing? he questioned himself. He definitely wasn't one to talk about deep sh*t like this. Nor hold a conversation this long without dropping some dick remark. But something about this feline seemed trustful enough for Lucifer to talk. So talk he did, apparently.

A smile appeared on his face, suddenly. More of a sh*t-eating grin, actually. "We should throw a party." he offered, his mind exploding with different ideas.

WOOT WOOT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]Hah! Did he have plans? Of course he had plans.

"We could do a costume party where we all dress up as our favorite... whatever it happens to be. Or a pizza party where all the adults get wasted and the kids puke from eating too much pizza. We could also do a regular dance party where everyone dances their asses into eternity..." the dog thought for a moment, a smile suddenly appearing on his face. "We could do an ugly sweater party. Or, hold your socks please, we could combine a whole bunch of these parties into one thing."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"Sweet. When?" the dog asked, eager to get this grand idea up and ready to go. He didn't want this to be one of those middle school leave-room-for-Jesus parties, hell no. This was gonna be grand.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]( no problemo c: )

Kid or not, the dog could take an insult without causing a huge tissy fit. Plus, he hated how everyone continuously called his name an insult. Or a misfortune. Or whatever the hell anyone thought. It was his name, after all. Sure, derived from the harbinger of the apocalypse. But it was still his name.

As Kuroo trotted over, the dog frowned at his new nickname. "Lucifer, please. Saint Lucifer, in fact. Suits me, don't you think? Saint Lucifer." He nodded. It had a nice ring to it. "Sure, make yourself comfortable."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]Lucifer smiled, nodding before replying. "Now that, that, is a great idea."

absentee muse

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]His yellow eyes seemed to grow brighter with anger. "Doll, do please shut the hell up." he spat, using doll in the most sarcastic way possible.

"Anyway, thanks for ruining my moment of peace. Sure, life is hard, and you are making it harder, but that doesn't mean you can treat me like some damn minority. You're like a f*cking politician, thinking all you say is the truth. Oh, oh! I feel so obligated to follow after you like some sick, lost puppy. Please protect my precious and royal body from those scary bunnies!" the dog growled, probably looking ridiculous. "Please, I don't need your pity or your mockery. Nor do I need your fucking protection."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]you know when you write a really nice ass post
and then you magicaLLY GET LOGGED OUT
F U C K

"Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints" the dog hummed, the song breaking his silence. He bent down, lapping at the cool water before returning to his sitting position. He liked it out here, quite and serene. He also liked being alone.

"As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer, 'cause I'm in need of some restraint." he continued, tapping his paws in an improvised beat. It was so nice here.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"Yeah, you're pretty neat too." he giggled out, the sh*t-eating grin returning to his face. And Jesus f*ck, that was a damn good plan. The dog kept quiet, however, excitement overtaking his vocal chords. All that was expressed was a strange hrmf-nph noise.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"F*ck." he muttered, looking out to sea in an angry-worried mix of emotions. The leopardess did have a point, he wasn't gonna get anywhere if he threw a tissy fit any time someone pissed him off - although he would never admit that.

The dog glanced at Bronwyn, imaginary eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I-I'm sorry," he blurted out, quietly. He really did mean it, completely, even if it wasn't expressed in the previous two-word sentence. "The best thing I need is a padded cell, right? Can't muck up anyone. Damn it. I'm sorry." he rambled, digging his claws into the sand.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"We could have it as a one-night treaty. Or try to keep the not-so-friendly groups separate. Even though that wouldn't be much of a party. It would be like those sleepovers that separate the boys and girls. No fun." Yeah, the first idea would fit better. "How the hell would we even orchestrate a one-night treaty? Damn. This is harder than I thought."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]The Labrador watched the wave run over his toes, the salty water soaking his front paws. He liked the beach, the serenity it held. He liked the relaxing sounds of the sea, never ending. He came here often, looking out into the empty sea.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]i got it c: thread

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]The young dog trotted forward, sitting somewhat close to his sister. He agreed with Iason, the gas mask was certainty different. Kinky, perhaps.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"Lucifer Morningstar Gruchy, Lucifer, please, doll. I think I remember seeing you around, but I don't think we've properly met." came the British pup, offering a small smile.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"Yeah, I think that works. Getting kicked out seems like a good punishment for being idiotic. If they really want to fight, they can do it on their own terms. I mean, it be cool to see a fight go down, but it'd probably cause everyone to start fighting. Imagine that. A bloodbath!"

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]/chucks the devil

see-where-it-goes thread?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]see-where-it-goes thread with lucifer?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar... Gruchy." he replied, returning the smile. "It's not an insult, or a misfortune. I quite like the name." The dog awkwardly looked at the leopardess, trying to figure out what to talk about next. "U-Uh.." he muttered, stumped for once.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"So if you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, have some tas-" he stopped singing suddenly, yellow eyes meeting blue. "And hello to you, as well." the dog smiled, wiggling his nonexistent eyebrows. Sure, popping into existence was quite impressive, but the cat could be flicking off invisibility. "I know I'm like walking cocaine, but I didn't know I was this addicting." he chuckled, a sh*t-eating grin curving his lips.

"Anyway, feather boy, do you have a way to prove your tall tale?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]His droopy ears twitched at the sound of his sister's voice, and he met her chocolate brown eyes. "Hey, sis," he replied, a small smile curving his lips. "How've you been?"