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Posts by DARKPUP.
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Just give me a page or two of peace, and then you're free to go.I think that it would have always been too early for that. Like it wouldn't even matter if they were fucking married or something I still couldn't handle it.
Yeah I promise that it's not that bad. It's way better than not being in school, because... I miss the schedule. I need it. That's?? A really long class what the heck. Is it two weeks or is it a longer one?? wtfI envy the numbness Jaws. My heart has been shattered.
This is what happens when he's pretty much three people at the same time. It's okay though. After he dies that will all get sorted out. Darkpup is on his own, and then Wintersoldier is finally fully integrating so there shouldn't be any other assassin setback things.
I'm sure Win appreciated the pat, Alloy
AAAANNNND DARKPUP IS A THING NOW. Win just needs to die. But I said that I would give him a week.
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darkpup tags.
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finished tags, at least to the best of my ability?
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small additions / fixeswait which part. there's a lot wrong today. you weren't here to talk me out of it.
BUT, it was either darkpup or win for the assassin thing and i figured that this was the better choice.the real question here is why am i suddenly so obsessed with the court of owls.
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I'll be adding to this as I find some more songs. These are the main ones.GENERAL PLAYLIST:
— Bright Mouths: Electric President
— Battle Cry: Imagine Dragons
— Dead Hearts: Stars
— Hunter: 30 Seconds to MarsINSTRUMENTAL:
— Can't Kill Us: The Glitch Mob [sorta?]
— Louretta: Agnes Obel
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Yes, it's very fitting. Bright cold.
[hr]You know that something's wrong with you; you know that somewhere along the way, something got mixed up. It doesn't bother you, you don't think, but you frown at your reflection anyway. The cut along your face hurts a little bit, but it's the smaller one on your ear that really aches and pulses. You remember getting them, you think. It's fuzzy. You're tired. You miss WindClan, somewhere deep down. You want to sleep, you want to play games, but there's something cold over that. Like a fire under a lid, the warmth not quite reaching the surface. You look empty, even to yourself.
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Something is wrong with him. He knows that. Something about him is off, there's a screw loose, there's something wrong. It doesn't bother him too much, though. He doesn't know enough for it to bother him, he doesn't feel enough for it to bother him. Last he knew, he'd been in WindClan, though — though he can't say what he'd been doing, exactly. He remembers Boypaw. Stevie. Redkit. Cherviltea. Sanctifiedpaw. Happykit. Corey. Kate. There are a lot of people to remember, but trying to think through them doesn't lead him anywhere in particular. There's no tug back to WindClan, though he's sure that he would prefer that place to this one, simply because it was familiar and the wolfdog tends to prefer familiar things. Familiar faces. But his gaze is stone-cold as he looks around, not even a faint hint of nervousness to be found. Nothing of who he had been before.That's not entirely true. The six month old canine looks the same, for the most part, and underneath the blank exterior lies that same gentle energy and strength. Time ticks on, yet that side of him doesn't make an appearance as he sits and waits, carrying everything he needed strapped to his body. For now, Darkpaw doesn't speak. There's hardly a point in wasting his breath yet, though he supposes that this is a way to force the people here to waste theirs. That doesn't quite bother him, though he does clear his throat to possibly speed things up.
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[hr][color=white]BASICS — WE ARE THE CRACKS IN ALL YOU DREAM ABOUT
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CURRENT NAME Darkpaw
PREVIOUS NAMES Darkpup
FUTURE NAME Undecided
RESPONDS TO Darkpaw, DarkGENDER Cisgender Male
SEXUALITY Bisexual Biromantic [Hypersexual]AGE Physically 6 Months
AGING RATIO Realistically-ish
[hr][color=white]WE ARE THE NOISES IN YOUR ATTIC — APPEARANCE
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[b]SPECIES Domestic Canine [Flat-Coated Retriever / Border Collie]
COLOR Solid Soot Black
PATTERN Solid
MARKINGS [color=white]Arkham Knight symbol freezebranded on his upper left shoulder.
EYE COLOR Pale blue [fluctuates to storm grey]
STRUCTURE Lean, a little muscular.
SCARS/INJURIES A nick on his left ear.
REFERENCES [color=white]CurrentFULL APPEARANCE i don't have the patience to sit down and write this out in one sitting, so here. have some filler text instead. lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, sit id exerci nostrud eloquentiam, vix in dicta everti temporibus, accusamus disputationi ad nam. usu meis ipsum fugit eu. has augue debitis argumentum ex, eu per errem viderer. nam ne laudem invidunt, ne per nisl essent ceteros. nam cu possit vidisse, elitr integre has in, eam harum inciderint conclusionemque cu. no his fierent laboramus, dolorem qualisque eam ex. audire suscipit pericula eu duo, no exerci accusamus quo, elit omittam lucilius mei ne. ut liber interesset est, ad eam aeterno suscipit partiendo. cibo adhuc scripserit eam ut.
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[hr][color=white]PERSONALITY — WE ARE THE PEOPLE YOU WERE WARNED ABOUT
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POSITIVE TRAITS adaptable, clever, gallant, hardworking, protective.
NEUTRAL TRAITS complex, deceptive, mellow, reserved, sarcastic, soft.
NEGATIVE TRAITS anxious, asocial, confused, dependent, insecure, paranoid.MBTI TYPE ENFJ
LIKES reading, cuddling, physical activities, red
DISLIKES green, crowds, laugh tracks, being alone
PET PEEVES flirting with red, fake laughter, unnecessary crueltyFULL PERSONALITY i don't have the patience to sit down and write this out in one sitting, so here. have some filler text instead. lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, sit id exerci nostrud eloquentiam, vix in dicta everti temporibus, accusamus disputationi ad nam. usu meis ipsum fugit eu. has augue debitis argumentum ex, eu per errem viderer. nam ne laudem invidunt, ne per nisl essent ceteros. nam cu possit vidisse, elitr integre has in, eam harum inciderint conclusionemque cu. no his fierent laboramus, dolorem qualisque eam ex. audire suscipit pericula eu duo, no exerci accusamus quo, elit omittam lucilius mei ne. ut liber interesset est, ad eam aeterno suscipit partiendo. cibo adhuc scripserit eam ut.
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PSYCHOLOGICAL HEALTH not doing so well right now.
PHOBIAS claustrophobia [moderate]
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[hr][color=white]LYRICAL PLAYLIST — WE KNOW YOUR TRICKS
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i. Battle Cry by Imagine Dragons
ii. Bright Mouths by Electric President
iii. Dead Hearts by Stars
iv. Human by Daughter
v. Hunt You Down by The Hit House
vi. Hunter by 30 Seconds to Mars
vii. O Death by Jen Titus
viii. Reaper Man by Mother Mother
ix. Happy by The Maine
x. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring
xi. Help I'm Alive by Metric
xii. City by Hollywood Undead
xiii. Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless
xiv. Blood On My Name by The Brothers Bright
xv. Lose Your Soul by Dead Man's Bones
xvi. Sinister Kid by The Black Keys
xvii. Little Game by Benny
xviii. Thiskidsnotalright by AWOLNATION
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It was straightforward, he supposed. Something so simple, so easy to answer. People don't ask why he chose this place, or where he came from. Just his name and what he wanted. It hadn't been like that in WindClan. He'd been sobbing when they first found him, scared out of his wits and simply asking them not to make him. Not to make him do what, he'd never told them. Perhaps that's what's wrong with him now. He caved, he did it anyway. Though it can't be that simple, can it? The child exhales. "Darkpaw. Joining." A simple question gets a simple answer, though he almost calls himself Darkpup. To combat the moment of discomfort, he simply flicks his ear at the statement that had followed here. "I wouldn't be here otherwise," he assures, because the wolfdog never does anything without a purpose. This place didn't offer a purpose, but it was a place to sleep, he hopes. To sleep and make a plan. The only friends he had were in WindClan — perhaps he would go back there, at some point.For now, he's here. Darkpaw turns towards the second person, blinking quickly at the armor they wear before moving on. "I'm not a sir," he says, as easy as anything, not so much as a smile on his face. These days, the canine is anything but open. While he had once been easy to talk to — well, he'd already said it a few times. Something went wrong, and now he's who he is. It's okay, though. He doesn't mind. It's not that he's here to escape, either himself or WindClan. In fact, he's not sure what has him coming here. He just woke up nearby and decided to stick around. Maybe some part of him knows that there's nothing left for him in WindClan. Maybe some part of him knows that the person he's supposed to be one day is dead. Instead, Darkpaw is starting with a blank slate.
Ice blue eyes turn towards Nighttales, though the serval has yet to say anything. He doesn't question that, or ask for his name. Instead, the wolfdog seems to be waiting for his approval or something similar. Was his introduction good enough? Did he say the right things? It hardly matters, but something about the stranger seems important. As if they know what they're doing. Still, he would find some form of weakness in Nighttales' way of thinking. After all, where had caring about anyone gotten Darkknight? In contrast to the gentle sweetness of what the ColouredClan's leader thought, the child's mind took him down a different path, one that tasted bitter. What was the point in going back there when all they would see was a dead man? No, he was his own person. No matter where that leads later, Darkpaw is here to make his own path. That's what he tells himself, at least.
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updated with biography and omfg pyre nice one
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HEY CONGRATS ON THE POSTS
though i still have you beat, for nowremember when me bringing darkpup back meant that he was going to be happy. remember when i had that all planned out. i lied.
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If I ever need to get in the mood to write with this guy pretty quickly, [color=white]Can't Kill Us by The Glitch Mob will do it pretty fucking quickly.
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Just as quickly as his gaze had turned to Nighttales, it turned away. Instead, the cool weight of it is now pinned squarely on Blackpaw, obviously unsure of what to think of him. While there was no obvious cruel intent, it was hard for the canine to think anything good of a complete stranger. Still, he wouldn't treat them badly because of what he was going through. Darkpaw relaxes slightly, staring down at the feline for a moment more before speaking. "I appreciate the offer, but I'll find a house on my own. I wouldn't mind the company back to camp, though." If anything, it would show others that he wasn't a threat, and was here with a ColouredClanner that others would recognize. That meant less confrontation, right? He would rather not get in another fight, since the cut on his cheek and the nick in his ear were already hurting him some.
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He doesn't know why he's here. The last thing he remembered before waking up near Colouredclan was being Darkpup in WindClan, and WindClan was not ScarClan's friend. The canine knows enough about this place to be wary of them, but it doesn't bother him, not like it should. When he glances around, it's without any sign of disgust or even dislike. Darkpaw seems to be simply evaluating the area, waiting for some sign of another creature. Much like the person whose splintered section of soul he had taken in, he appears utterly disinterested in living beings as a whole, even if he stares at them and waits. Does he even count as a child anymore? Something's wrong, that much is obvious. Anyone who had known him in WindClan couldn't say anything negative about him — except perhaps that he was overwhelmingly, irritatingly stubborn. At that time, the wolfdog had been all about helping others. Now, he thinks that he's simply tired.Like in ColouredClan, he doesn't call out for the attention of those who live here. Instead, he stands with an expectant air about him, the dull black of his fur almost blending in with the darkening night world that surrounds him. It's fitting, really, considering his name and where he came from, but more than irony, Darkpaw finds an offer of safety in the shadows. Perhaps that's why he doesn't dare intentionally turn anyone's eyes towards him, as he waits.
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