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pursuing-my-own-destiny:

I just wanted to come on here and apologize for my absence. My computer’s old and it’s starting to have issues with having multiple Chrome Users open. I’m worried that one of these times it’s going to be too much and it’ll shut down. So to prevent this from happening, I have been avoiding getting on my roleplay accounts.

I’m really sorry to everyone who was and is waiting on replies from me. I don’t know when I’ll be able to get a better computer, or when I’ll be back. I do have access to a better computer for a couple hours in the morning, so if I remember to, I can come on then and work on replies. I won’t be able to use my gifs though.

Again, I’m sorry for being gone so long, and I’m sorry to keep you guys waiting. I won’t blame you for unfollowing me, but I do hope you guys stick around and wait for me to get back. I love you all.

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I should be going to bed now. Night~

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kittyfingerstripes:

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“Oh. I see..” Then getting advice from him probably wasn’t the best idea. Still, maybe if he just trusted his instincts more, things would be easier.

Dick didn’t seem to bothered by the lack of response and just nuzzled Gar again.

“Thanks Dick. I appreciate the help.”

You’re welcome. Dick mewled out and cuddled with Gar.

Gar returned the cuddles and licked his cheek.


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birdyhybridtim:

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Tim stared at the other in confusion before clearing his throat slightly. “You’re green…why are you green?” He asked, blushing when he noticed that he was being rude.

“Comes with the special powers,” he answered. “Why do you have wings?”

“Powers?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m a hybrid, that’s why.”

That was the second hybrid he’d met. He tilted his head a bit, then shifted down into an eagle.

Tim gaped slightly. “You…can turn into a bird?”

He shifted from an eagle to a tiger, sitting back and watching him.

He backed away only slightly and stared at him. “That’s….different…”

“I’m a shapeshifter. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

He nodded slowly. “I…that’s good to know.”

He shifted back to his normal form, his tail wrapping around his waist. “I’m Gar. Who’re you?”


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kittyfingerstripes:

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“Oh. I see..” Then getting advice from him probably wasn’t the best idea. Still, maybe if he just trusted his instincts more, things would be easier.

Dick didn’t seem to bothered by the lack of response and just nuzzled Gar again.

"Thanks Dick. I appreciate the help."


he-smiled-like-a-weatherman:

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imagehe-smiled-like-a-weatherman replied to your post: So, Garfield… what do you think of your…

Well, that’s better than some. :P

What’s that supposed to mean?

You’ve at least got one poster. It’s personalised, and it’s clean on the surface. Compared to mind, it’s perfect.

*shrugs* If you say so.


he-smiled-like-a-weatherman replied to your post: So, Garfield… what do you think of your…

Well, that’s better than some. :P

What’s that supposed to mean?


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kittyfingerstripes:

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“You’re part human though, aren’t you?” he asked. “Hybrid of a cat and a human?” Trust instincts. But his instincts were usually those of an animal.

Not considered human. Hybrid. Different. Just look human. Think more like animal. At least that was how it was for Dick. He was extremely in tune with his cat side to the point he was basically a cat in a human body most of the time.

"Oh. I see.." Then getting advice from him probably wasn’t the best idea. Still, maybe if he just trusted his instincts more, things would be easier.


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birdyhybridtim:

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birdyhybridtim:

Tim stared at the other in confusion before clearing his throat slightly. “You’re green…why are you green?” He asked, blushing when he noticed that he was being rude.

“Comes with the special powers,” he answered. “Why do you have wings?”

“Powers?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m a hybrid, that’s why.”

That was the second hybrid he’d met. He tilted his head a bit, then shifted down into an eagle.

Tim gaped slightly. “You…can turn into a bird?”

He shifted from an eagle to a tiger, sitting back and watching him.

He backed away only slightly and stared at him. “That’s….different…”

"I’m a shapeshifter. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you."


Anonymous asked: "So, Garfield... what do you think of your role-player's room? Um, if you've been there, anyway."

It’s kind of a mess. Well, if you stay in there long enough it is. Everything appears to be clean and neat, but if you open any drawers or the closet, it’s a mess. Clean on the surface alone.

And the walls are mostly bare. Only one poster. I mean, what’s with that? You’d think there would be more.

All in all, it’s kinda boring. I don’t like going in there.