[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]dude, that's awesome!
congrats <3
[align=center]
Posts by confinedfreedom
This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.
-
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px][
but who's gonna listen to screamos and set things on fire with conn? *cries deeply*]con was one of those in camp that watched her leave, his usual cold stare was clouded and his tail tip which was normally twitching in irritation was surprisingly still. he never thought of littlekit as a traitor and he wasn't about to start now just because she decided to leave them. she was a true exiler, so one could deny that, so she should be given the freedom to do as she wished just as everyone else was free to do what they wanted as well. for goodness sake, they lived with people who killed their own roguemates, leaving was probably the least treacherous thing he could think of. he didn't care though-- about her departure and all. but he did care enough about her to be willing to start some sort of friendship, an alliance at least. it's kind of hard to do that when after today, she won't be around anymore.
lifting a paw and giving it a few carefree licks, he pretended not to notice her. the last time he'd shown sympathy towards her, she didn't like it. learning from that, he rose to his paws and walked towards his cave, wishing he had telepathy so he could at least wish her a safe travel.
[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]con followed after abathur, bi-colored eyes with thin pupils raked over the new joiner as he stopped near the border. he supposed bats were cool, but oversized spiders were freaky, but much cooler. also, her name was weird too but he decided not to voice that part to spare himself from being too social. if anything, sweet tooth was just another one of his roguemates that he didn't see himself trusting anytime soon. sighing softly, the child flicked his ear and meowed quietly. "confinedkit."
[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px][ you good fam no worries <3 ]
con glanced over his shoulder when he spotted someone on the beach. that wasn't a bad idea. he didn't mind taking a soak in the salt water to uh, what was it? something about exfoliating skin or whatnot? he wasn't sure nor did he care much. splashing about sounded nice and he figured he'd go do this now since winter was swiftly approaching. the sun was still warm so the water must be a nice temperature. oh! maybe he could go a bit farther out and go diving; possibly catch a few fish if he's lucky. tempting, so very tempting.
deciding to do just that, he trotted over to the beach but slowed his pace when he neared those already settled there. oh. she was back. didn't she die? yes, he still remembers the day cyrus shed a couple of tears as he looked at his mother's corpse. but here she was now. eating *ing sweets on the beach without a care in the world. con was a jackass, he knew that much, but he would at least treat his own flesh and blood much more delicately than others. if he died then somehow came back, the first people who he would relentlessly search for was his family. the paragon didn't know what her story was nor her background, but this bit of information was enough to kill his intentions of having some fun at the beach. instead, his movements stiffened and his gaze hardened as he turned himself back around and decided he would find something else to pass the time.
[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]your art is seriously beautiful wtf man
could you do con please? his description and ref. is in his tags c:
i leave everything else up to you! get creative with it love <3 put him in any halloween costume you like, even if it's just blood splattered on his paws and face or something cxalso, you know i gotta ask what program (or is it software? i think it's program idk) do you use to draw i gotta know dude *clenches fist* i have to know[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]nah bruh it's fine cx i'm really happy though since this is the longest one on one i've ever been in with my characters for nearly a year now cx
i can make their promise ring thread now if you like c:[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]he didn't talk to the female much either, but when he did, it wasn't all that bad. she was quite and not very annoying so that was already a plus in his book. the last time they did speak though was still fresh in his mind: her little fish friend named steven swam about in her wings made of water and he inquired how she would feed him seeing as he will need to eat sooner or later. he was sure she gave him an answer, but he didn't remember the reply. so, he supposed it was nice to see she was going off on a trip to better herself.
[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]HE'S SO CUTE AND DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT HOly fudge dude he's beautiful tysm
understood! ty for letting me know *runs off to attempt at drawing bc feeling inspired™*[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px][ mom it's happening...!!!!
anyways, my muse kicked into overdrive for some reason so feel free to just read the last three paragraphs below! (not including the lil' snibbit a the way bottom unless you wanna read that too then that's chill) i'ma just save you the time and trouble bc i'm nice <3 ]this was stupid, everything was stupid. he didn't understand why he even considered doing this, let alone allowing the thought to enter his mind. he's been weird ever since he met him and usually, con hated everyone. well, he still does and a certain feline was no exception. but while the demon would set others on fire without the slightest hesitation, when it came to the cream male, the child would stop and reconsider. it's like they were friends or something w-which was impossible. con didn't make friends nor did he bother with it. he didn't trust anyone enough to think of them as friends. allies, yes. but the thing is with allies, he could help them when it was convenient for him and there were little to no emotional strings attached. maybe he wanted to call them up to reek havoc on another clan one day, then watch idly by as they die a horrible death another. if they weren't going to benefit him, then why should he associate himself with them?
although, if he was being honest, having friends scared him anyways. having friends would mean being able to depend on others and always be there for them. when they're at their weakest, being a friend means staying by their side until they recover and being strong for them. con was scared he might find someone that he could find sitting alongside in silence and still comes to a blank as he tried to think of other places he would prefer to be. what if he found someone he would much rather spend time with than take a nap? oh god. even worst! what about someone he wouldn't set on fire? no, no... that was preposterous. he didn't make friends and those reasons contributed to the main factor: in the end, it's only going to hurt him. it's going to hurt when he watches them slowly forget about him to be with another. the painful experience of possibly getting in a fight and having to forget all the precious memories. the heart shattering knowledge of the many "what ifs" that sped through his mind, rudely ignoring the headache it's causing. commitment to others was something he was more unsure about than anything in this dark world and like everyone else, he put up walls to protect himself. never before has his walls faltered or cracked nor could they be swayed or broken down. having enemies was something that didn't need much thought. when it came to enemies, he could expect nothing but hate and he'd refute with his own thirst for their demise. when it came to friends, it was much more complicated. and what happens if he falls in love with them? what then? he'd have to live with the fact they'll never see him that way thus making the male fearful of anything that requires both individuals to commit to the other valid; to be honest and delicate with each other all while holding the power to destroy the other completely. con is strong, powerful and intelligent, but he wasn't sure if he was mentally ready for any type of positive relationship.
at least, so he thought.
con paced his cave and every so often would lay down on his side and groan or growl in frustration. this was stupid. everything was stupid. why was he doing this? it can't be because he actually cares right? then again, he could count the people he wouldn't mind getting to know on one of his paws and still have some toes left over. that's not "caring" though, right? that was "curiosity" and "interest," nothing more. his walls cannot be broken nor swayed. they extended into the ground and has a height comparable to mountains, topped with electrical wires generated from inside the walls. one would have to trek many miles to even be able to spot it, then wait outside until someone comes and brings you in. that is, if someone wants to anyways. it was impenetrable. at least, so he thought. then he met a certain *ty brat who floated towards the walls and installed a door, easily letting himself in. he looked around, laughed then began to make himself at home despite security ushering him out every time he managed to slip back in. eventually, even the s.w.a.t gave up, leaving con with emotions he didn't know he had.
cyrus worked his way into his heart and refuses to leave. con was dealing with it moderately before but after his fr...fri... friend's - yes, he supposed they were friends - confession, he's been on his mind much more than the demon would like. his eyes, his smile, his really, really soft fur, his voice, his laugh... god he's such a dick. why did con have to have weird-gross-emotions-feelings-things for him of all people?! he was a jackass and hard-headed, annoying and just looking at him makes him want to definitely not kiss his stupid face or hug him or anything b-because n-no homo. con supposed there was some affection for the other, he won't deny that, but things were moving a bit too fast for his liking. he knew he insults him a lot and appears cold to him, but the paragon holds him in much higher regards than anyone. he was smart and although reckless and way to playful with him, he was clever and fought back instead of cowering. but, he wanted to know more. to make sure cyrus was really someone he could trust before falling into his arms. the problem was, he wasn't sure how long that would take which gracefully transitions us back to the problem at hand.
he shifted his eyes to look beside his guitar at the two gold rings that seemed to glow despite little to no light entering his den. they weren't anything special: moderately thin gold rings that he carelessly conjured up because he wasn't creative enough to think of anything else. it's not like... it's not like they held that much value, right? it was just a symbol of their friendship and growing relationship. con wanted to be with him, but he also needed to test the water. what he didn't want though was for another to take interest in cyrus and take him away. it's not marriage or anything serious like that seeing as both were still way to young for anything of the sort. it was more of a reminder or a promise. god, this was stupid... but he had to do something before it was too late. sighing softly, the tabby would conjure a small black and bronze box and taking the rings, he placed them in before picking it up and walking out.
it didn't take him long before his paws took him to the middle of camp, hardened visionaries glazed over with annoyance looked around for the familiar face of cyrus before he called out as he walked. "hey, *ing *ty brat? where the hell are you? quit *ing around and come here." he growled irritably, ignoring the growing fear and nervousness in the pit of his stomach.
this was stupid, everything was stupid. he didn't understand why he even considered doing this, let alone allowing the thought to enter his mind.
[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]con didn't bother engage himself in something like this nor was he impressed by the situation. he came here to look at the child, not comment his opinions on something he didn't care about. it was heir problem so they were going to solve it themselves. hopefully they remember it's not the child's fault as he lashed his tail in annoyance at his leader's comment about killing him. if they were going to have a dispute over it, they can kindly leave the newborn out of it. oh man, how fun would it be thought to tell him he was an accident? the look on his face will be something con would look forward to, but until then, he held his tongue.
walking over to join them, he ignored everyone else and focused his attention on nikaloh. "want something to drink?" he asked calmly as he conjured a glass of water. after all, she did just give birth and he was no doctor, but making sure the mother was in stable condition afterwards is top priority. he was quite impressed though that she still had the strength to even make a full sentence, which seemed to him like a good sign. he wondered if his mother was like that as well. brushing that aside, he blinked his heterochromatic luminaries in mild disinterest before looking at the bodies of the two that didn't make it. accidents and stillborns or not, they were her children regardless of what anyone says or would like to think. "would you like to bury them?" how would he react if he was in her position? he couldn't see himself pushing out little devils anytime soon but he would at least give them names instead of remembering them as "he" or "she" or "they" and "them." it was hard to believe, but even he had his moments of outward compassion.
[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]con wouldn't call him cute per se, but yes. he was a woodland creature; a scavenger who fed off of the deceased and pecked at their lifeless forms without a regard. well, they were dead anyways so he guessed it wouldn't bother them much. pushing that aside, he watched boredly as dystopia flung a fireball at the avian who simply dodged it and flew to the ground. he still didn't know who this henri guy was but he figured because quite a few of his roguemates disliked - or rather, hated - him, he didn't have to lift a paw since they were already on his case like icing on a cake. it's not like the crow did any damage to the demon either so he found no reason to get involved.
[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]dude, you're seriously good. i can barely keep up with my two and i want to make a third but i'm so not sure if i can handle it *cri*
+ noted![align=center]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-width: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; line-height:100%;]
[fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 12px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px][align=center]*casually steals from mochino*
forgive me hun
*wiggles eyebrows*
time to get some emotions out of this scone
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ [abbr=Admires, respects, or thinks highly of]♥[/abbr] ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ [abbr=Worthy of distrust, coldness]♥[/abbr] ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
[hr]
CYRUS — ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ — X X X
"he's an asshole and i dislike him with a passion. he's annoying and i'd set him on fire anytime i can. i hope the sh*tty brat burns in hell... at least, that's what i thought when i fist met him. alright, listen up. everything i say about cyrus now stays between us or i'll f*cking kill you, your children and your grandchildren. r-right, so... cyrus is a pretty cool guy. i was alright with being friends with him but something went wrong along the way and now i think i like him... more than a friend. even worst, he feels the same but everything is moving too fast and i just... i can't keep up but i also don't want to lose him to another. i just... i need more time to determine if this is l-love... or lust. feel me? but besides all the complicated feelings and whatnot, if you f*cking hurt him in any way shape or form, i'll f*cking ruin you."JAMMAL — ♥ ♥ — SONG(s)
"i've heard of his name and i think i've seen him around a bit. we've never spoke to each other and i'm not looking forward to any social interaction. for all i know he's annoying like the majority of people here but i thought about cyrus like that and look where i am with him. i'm not fond of him but i'll make sure to at least keep an open mind. who knows? maybe he'll impress me."ALIE — ♥ ♥ ♥ — X X
"i'm not necessarily fond of alie but i don't dislike her either. would i help her if she was in any real danger or if i see sense in her request? yes. but it's hard to get anything out of her so i just maintain a social distance and respect the fact that she prefers not to talk to anyone. i understand where she's coming from, but doesn't she get lonely after a while? well, whatever. that's none of my concern and if she needs help for whatever reason, i guess i can offer some assistance. because of our lack of interaction, i don't trust her much and she's more like a phantom that haunts the exiles. you know, the one mothers tell their children to get them to eat their veggies or brush their teeth. we don't check under our beds for monsters, we check for alie. then of course, the question as to why she's under our beds is a mystery that i'm not sure i want to discover. this went way off topic. bottom line: i don't dislike her nor do i like her. i just see her as an authoritative figure or whatever."WHITEPAW — ♥ ♥ — SONG(s)
"sh*t face..... i don't give two f*ck about him! he's a smartass and i don't understand how camilla can like him. i'm not sure what kind of 'like' she's talking about but i just don't bloody-- ugh. anyways, whitepaw is someone i'd definitely set on fire without hesitation. no... i should make an attempt to get to know him. maybe we can go to the park and play catch or something? i wonder if he can catch the bullet in my gun? i'll just um, hold onto that thought for future references. besides his stupid face and annoying personality, he's pretty smart and i guess c-cute as well... maybe. he might be beneficial to me in the future."REIKI — ♥ ♥ — SONG(s)
"reiki... i think reiki's come a long way. at least, going off what he's willing to show others. i remember when he was quiet and clung to one or two people. now the little sh*t grew a pair and nearly shouts at everyone. he's yet to step to me but chances are i'll probably yell back at him. sorry. anyways, i don't know much about him but i wouldn't mind getting to know him. besides that, he's just as annoying as the majority of people here and i dislike him and until he does something that proves his worth to me, that's how it's going to be."CALVIN — ♥ ♥ [color=#bcff39]♥ — SONG(s)
"the f*cker should just go die. burn in hell for all i care. i have nothing to say about sh*tty assholes like him besides the obvious: he's a sh*tty asshole. he pisses me off and if he's aching to fight me so bad then he should just bring it! ugh... but emotions aside, i don't really know him. i'd set hm on fire of course and i can't say i'm exactly ecstatic about his existence, but it's not like there's much i can do about it anyways. i dislike him more than anything and until he decides he's going to be a good boy and not be a little b*tch i have no intentions of reconsidering anything positive about him. never mind it was that one bad interaction we had. just die already." -
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]subtle bump~
[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px][ cx ]
hearing the soft patter of pawsteps lead con's eyes to cyrus and watching his friend hurry over to him, only to slow then seem rather displeased. seeing him act such a way caused his nervousness to falter slightly as he realized this was just another lifeform that he could kill or allow to live. he spoke, breathed, walked and ate like he did-- why he got so flustered around him will probably be unknown to him for a while. for a second, he forgot why he was calling him and just stared at him for a moment. him, of all people in the world. then again, cyrus could be asking himself the same thing. con wasn't the greatest feline ever to live and if he remembered correctly, nearly the entirety of their first interaction was con pretty much demanding that the younger tom had to dislike him. yes, this was definitely a bad idea. this was out in the open and he was beginning to feel self-conscience.
blinking his eyes a few times, he shook his head and opened his mouth to speak but stopped when cyrus asked what he wanted. "ahh~" came his quiet and unfinished reply as he hid the small box behind his front legs. this all felt like a bad dream, one he hoped he would wake up from soon. right, don't get nervous, don't get-- his thoughts were once again interrupted when he added the last part. con felt the corners of his lips lift in a soft smirk. "good, that'll teach you to get off your lazy ass and do something." cyrus could refute by saying con was just as lazy as he was and the demon couldn't deny it seeing as it was true. a nap sounded great just about now.
biting the inside of his mouth, he sighed softly and muttered a soft "whatever" under his breath before he meowed. "i'll make this fast then and you can go back to being a bum afterwards." the child grunted, shuffling his paws awkwardly as he did so. a few more seconds of silence passed, kindly accompanied by a light blush and a timidly twitching tail tip (that alliteration doh eeyy) before he continued. "h-here," he picked up the box and tossed it at him, suppressing the urge to turn and run now. only when he opened the box did the tabby speak up once again, "okay listen up *ty brat because i'm not going to say it twice." what a wonderful way to start, no? "you're alright, i guess and i think i like you or something but i'm not sure if i like like you. it's not everyday *ty brats confess their feelings since that * is gross." he started. not exactly what he intended to say but it's out there now. he was past the point of no return and he was going to drive it home. or maybe to the nearest rest stop and abandon it there. the latter sounds more appealing.
[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]at the mention of a movie night, con decided he'd join them. plus, no one would notice him sitting close to cyrus since their attention would be focused on the movie. his eyes briefly lit up at the sight of the blankets then glowed even more as they landed on his friend, only to be swiftly blinked away and replaced with something much colder when he realized there were others around as well. tail tip flicking to and fro, he walked over to join them. without saying anything, he flicked cyrus' shoulder in greeting before getting to work on laying out the blankets.
[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]con was the next to arrive as he stopped before his leader. nothing worth noting or going through the trouble of remembering so he meowed quietly in a museless post. "got it."
[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]*slides a sugar packet across the table*
u kno what to docould you do con pleaSE? ref. is in his tags. c:
go wild with the position, expression etc <3*insert creepy cheerful notepad*
TiME tO gEt crEaTivEmobile cx
[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]HAPPY WHALE NOISES
THANK YOU LOVE!! HE'S FANTASTIC *huggles u and runs*[align=center]
-
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; height:auto; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:-0.5px]putting something unnerving within the small box would have been a much better fit for the male, that was something he could agree on. this whole thing was still werid to him and from the careful actions of cyrus as he reached for the box also confirmed the oddity of the entire situation. by now, both toms had established the sort of personality they had and in a short amount of time understood each other's surface personality. they were both assholes who poked fun at each other and argued in the presence of others; light teasing and cursing at each other was their daily norm. but behind curtains and away from watchful eyes, con didn't particularly dislike the idea of sitting close to him or reading to him or hearing about his day and the psychological aspects of life in general since the cream paragon seemed particularly interested in that area. con, on the other had, enjoyed it but never thought too much about it until he started to interact with cyrus more. emotions and everything dealing with psychological stuff was very hard to understand.
con froze for a moment at his smile and with a huff, he looked away. "i didn't give you any *ing reason to smile, *ty brat. s-shut up." the light shade of pink turned to a soft scarlet. it soon eased up at the mention of a "promise ring" and he turned to face him again, brows furrowed in confusion. "what the * is a "promise ring?" there was yet another moment of silence before he continued, a soft growl followed after cyrus' words but made no further arguments. he wasn't really angry or offended anyways. "but uh... i get really annoyed when i think of you with someone that isn't me so um, it's just to let others know that you're taken... kind of... i-i mean, we're not-- and it's only until-- well, i mean... i don't want... i think... * it! just *ing wear it or some *." his ears flattened slightly and he accidentally yelled the last part. grumbling to himself, he reached into the box and took out his ring. slipping it on, the tabby held his paw up, "i have one too so this applies to me as well. shouldn't be hard since i dislike everyone. but... i think i would set you on fire last." he meowed the last part in a more quieter tone as he stared down at the ring. if cyrus was going to laugh, now would be the perfect time. tell him this was pointless and how stupid it was. none of this was serious and both were doing this just for laughs.
right?
[align=center]