Posts by Tinsel ?

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YOUR PETALS SOFT AND TORN[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]this is the most rushed character + character profile ever and i did it all on mobile but I WILL FIX IT TOMORROW

time for some midnight postingggg

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Tinsel stood nearby quietly, surveying her new home with soft black eyes. The young equine had accompanied the Radicalclanners in silence since the beginning of their crusade to rebuild their traditions, although she had not been a part of them beforehand. Although Tinsel had never officially stated her joining the group, her consistent presence had spoken enough, in her opinion, even though she hadn't made much verbal contact with the others. "Home... You must have been away for so long, to be this excited," she hummed. "Ah--now that I think about it, I... you probably don't know me. My name is Tinsel."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Tinsel was no born-and-raised Radicalclanner, nor did she feel any strong hatred towards males (although they could be a bit strange, sometimes). The horse had joined the small group of reformists simply due to the fact that they were nice. That was enough for a lonely creature such as herself.

The filly stood in the cold, surveying her new kingdom with gentle black eyes. It was a lovely place--or perhaps she simply thought so because it was her home--and the company she kept was equally lovely, from her experience thus far. As she mused over this, it occurred to Tinsel that there were many in this little group that she had yet to meet. Perhaps she should make a friend or two...

... later.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Everyone else seemed so passionate about finding a new home, and Tinsel found herself envying that. She wasn't as excitable as she would like to be, and while she was pleased to have a place to call home, she had far less driving reasons for being in Radicalclan. Nonetheless, Tinsel welcomed the company; the winter months had gotten lonely fast.

The filly offered an acknowledging nod to those who had greeted her, her eyes smiling. However, she said nothing. She saw no need for filler conversation or idle words, and she was preoccupied with surveying her new home and friends. Tinsel had a feeling that this was going to be a good day.

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so maybe the arcane could be a possible ally?

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]"Tinsel," the equine answered without hesitation as Victoire posed a question. Tinsel turned to face the Radicalclanner with a warm expression, peering down at the smaller creature. Although Tinsel was fairly young, she still outsized many of her feline and canine clanmates. Her dark gaze remained fixed upon Victoire for a while longer, taking note of the female's nstural beauty. Tinsel, unlike Victoire, was not at all self-conscious. Staring had never struck her as odd before, nor had ignorance ever struck her as embarrassing.

As Katniss padded over, Tinsel turned abruptly to face her. Ah, a face she recognized! "It's beautiful," she breathed. The mere concept of a permanent home was beautiful to Tinsel, so perhaps her words referred less to the physical aspects than the spiritual effects. Something about this place just felt right, and the young horse had never been more grateful for something than the opportunity to live in Radicalclan.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Tinsel had seen a grand total of zero males since she joined Radicalclan. Until now. The equine had to admit that, although the wolf's size was a bit intimidating, it was nice to see someone on the bigger side. Tinsel hadn't even reached her full size yet, but she still towered over many of her clanmates. The female trotted over, invested in the conversation in spite of her silence. As Selordren answered bitterly, the corners of Tinsel's eyes crinkled in mild amusement. "Then... where did your mother come from?" she asked quietly, not expecting a particularly helpful answer.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]twili's actually great so yesssss arcane alliance!!

i vote we "accidentally" ally ourselves with all of the skulls' allies and be pissed

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we could purposefully (icly) ally with all the skulls' allies just so they couldn't ever get help during battles
and secretly we hate these allies and forget to invite them to all of our events and send them crappy gift baskets and snarky ambassadors. just enough to keep them on our ally list but not enough to actually like them

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Politics, politics, politics. Tinsel had no part in them, as much as she secretly enjoyed the subject. Negotiations, strategy, drama... it was everything a silent thrill-seeker like herself could ask for! The young equine's dark eyes focused evenly and curiously on Selfdestruction. Alas, most of the names tossed out were unfamiliar to Tinsel, but that only convinced her further that she needed to stay and listen. She had to learn somehow.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]tinsel will secretly hoard rats and hide them from kate
tinsel looks really quiet and sweet but she highkey loves drama

tinsel should befriend all the rodents and spiders and use them to do her bidding c:<

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Tinsel rather liked the tiny rodents--they made the filly feel like a powerful giant when she watched them scamper around. It was rather a shame, in her opinion, to see Kate exterminating them. An idea began to form in the Tinsel's head. "Where have you not checked yet? Um... Maybe I could help?" she asked kindly, already formulating a grand Rodent Rescue Team in her head.

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Kate S. wrote:

[justify][size=8]yes and yes
kate will be so upset
"tinsel!! yoU'RE SIDING WITH THE ENEMY"

tinsel: *casually leaning against closet door*
kate: tinsel i need to get in there
tinsel:
kate: tinsel you gotta move
tinsel:
tinsel: :/
kate: *pries tinsel off door*
kate: *opens closet*
rats: *spill out of completely full closet in rodent landslide*

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Tinsel glanced at the saddlebag on her back and briefly wondered how many rodents she could fit in there. It currently held water and a few snacks, but she would empty it somewhere for the greater good. "Yes. I am very good at dealing with little animals," the equine assured Kate with a tiny smile. Tinsel, despite still being young and not having yet reached her full size, was still larger than many of her clanmates. Really, most of her clanmates counted as "little animals" to her. Why were rats any different? Maybe she could start a little dance team, provided she put some effort into training them...

Ah! She was getting carried away again. Snapping out of her thoughts, Tinsel nodded in Kate's direction. "Of course," she agreed lightly. The auditorium would surely have plenty of rats in need.

/mobile + ninja'd tWICE whoops

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Trap room? That caught Tinsel's attention. The equine lowered her head to meet Cassio with curious eyes. "...Trap room?" she finally questioned, quite liking the sound of that. Was it booby-trapped or something? The quiet female was getting a bit excited, but she contained it for the moment. In spite of her interest in Cassio's words, Tinsel didn't seem to be paying much attention to the male himself. If she had been, she certainly would have made note of his appearance, having quite the eye for beauty herself. She was no model, of course, and she wasn't trying to be, but she could appreciate attractive qualities in others.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]tinsel usually comes across as really quiet and sweet, but she's actually a bit of a troublemaker and likes to cause drama for no reasons
atm she's trying to rescue all of the rats in radicalclan from a clanmate of hers who wants to kill all the rats in their theatre since they're, y'know,, literal rats

but since her original plan to keep them all in her closet has failed, she's searching outside of radicalclan for solutions

maybe tinsel could be poking around colouredclan and come across yuri, and hold a fairly pleasant conversation for a while before suddenly being like "hey... can you keep a secret?" and opening her saddlebags to reveal literally dozens of rats and like 2 spiders just chilling in them
"wanna buy a pet"

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Tinsel would appear, watching quietly from the sidelines. The filly was inexperienced with big cats like lions, and she had grown to enjoy towering over her smaller clanmates. Although the young horse had more growing to do, for now she was close in size to the newcomer. This bothered Tinsel greatly, and the quiet female found herself a bit miffed at the lion's presence. Nonetheless, she slowly picked her way over to the small group. "Hello... Tandemkisses Danger Canem," the equine greeted, her tone neutral in spite of her clear amusement at the claim of Tandemkisses' middle name being "Danger." If Tandemkisses wanted that to be her name, so be it--Tinsel was more than happy to oblige.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]The filly drifted over to stand by Katniss, black eyes fixed on Bill with gentle interest and... was that amusement? In spite of Tinsel's sweet demeanor, it seemed she had a rather dark sense of humor. The smell was beginning to bother her a bit, but it wasn't like this mess was impossible to clean. Besides, they'd been noticed! Sure, the circumstances were ideal, but if they bothered someone enough to warrant this, that meant they were doing well. After all, it often felt like Radicalclan existed just to bother males.

"Who are you?" the quiet equine would ask after several moments of staring in silence. The stranger seemed to be the annoying type, but his flamboyant personality had piqued Tinsel's curiosity.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]"Me," Tinsel volunteered, her naturally quiet voice barely audible over the sound of her hooves against the floor. The young horse had quickly found that thee was a lot to do around the territory, but simply wandering had lost its luster after the first day or tow. It was time she got to work.

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