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It's Party Time! / Re: LBT Hangman
« on: June 13, 2020, 01:03:56 PM »
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It's Party Time! / Re: Hangman
« on: June 08, 2020, 12:06:45 PM »
EYYY, that's the thing :3
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It's Party Time! / Re: Hangman
« on: June 08, 2020, 02:04:08 AM »
Then NO. 
Close tho 
T H E / A _ O _ I N A T I O N / _ A U L T
correct: E, A, T, I, H, N, O, L, U
incorrect: R, The Abomination Fault,
guesses left: 8
Close tho T H E / A _ O _ I N A T I O N / _ A U L T
correct: E, A, T, I, H, N, O, L, U
incorrect: R, The Abomination Fault,
guesses left: 8
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It's Party Time! / Re: Hangman
« on: June 07, 2020, 01:38:47 PM »The Abomintation Fault?
Errrr... did you typo? Cause I am unsure :C
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LBT Fanfiction / Re: A Step too far
« on: June 07, 2020, 01:37:47 PM »
The dark-coloured Longneck staid in the Valley, wishing to reside with his parents for however long it took his fancy. None could stop him, despite everyone knowing that it would only grow worse for Tria's grandfather the longer all three staid near him.
He took to brief and sneaky visits to the watering holes well away from where the Longneck-family had their main spots of presence. Despite this, they did run into one another soon enough.
Luckily for all involved, Grandma had regained her equilibrium and despite glaring at him at intensities rarely matched, she held back from attacking. It was then that the Valley saw exactly how close the two elder Longnecks were: her calm demeanour reflected in her mate, just as her fury had done during their first meeting.
None were with them. None saw what happened at that small pond in the very outer corner of the Valley. But they heard it, and they did so well. Her voice echoed among the stone walls that protected their sanctuary, accusing him of cowardice and malevolence.
Those that were close enough heard him defend himself... against the accusation of malevolence. He did not deny the cowardice.
The voice of her son sharply cut through his excuses, repeating the accusations and adding some more of his own: murder.
To the horror of the listeners, the old Threehorn did not defend himself, falling silent as the younger Longneck confronted him.
Word of that reached the Threehorn-herd soon thereafter. Murderer, Littlefoot's uncle had called Tria's grandfather, coward, Grandma had screamed at him. Neither had been denied.
"That can't be true." Tria breathed, looking at her father with wide eyes. "He wouldn't..."
"I sincerely hope he wouldn't." The older male murmured, but there was fear in his eyes. His father had not denied the accusations. Why had he not done that?
Even Pterano had not been called a 'murderer' for all that he had done...
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
It was equal parts bravery and foolishness, he thought as he regarded the young Longneck that confronted him. His nephew, only child of all his siblings glared at him. He demanded answers all refused to give, all for the sake of a friend.
Why should he care for a Threehorn? Because this youngster did.
"Very well, I shall tell you." He answered, eyes lidded. The black male walked away into the direction he knew the Threehorns were. His tail lazily swung from side to side.
He was like an omen of death, his scars reminders of something terrible.
The Threehorns looked at him in surprise when he appeared, youngster in tow. "His mother was a dear sister of mine, for her sake I answered his request. You wish to know what happened? Very well, so be it."
He towered over them, blocking the Bright Circle of touching them with her light.
Appearing in the distance, from opposite sides came the other three, drawn here by this weird meeting.
He took to brief and sneaky visits to the watering holes well away from where the Longneck-family had their main spots of presence. Despite this, they did run into one another soon enough.
Luckily for all involved, Grandma had regained her equilibrium and despite glaring at him at intensities rarely matched, she held back from attacking. It was then that the Valley saw exactly how close the two elder Longnecks were: her calm demeanour reflected in her mate, just as her fury had done during their first meeting.
None were with them. None saw what happened at that small pond in the very outer corner of the Valley. But they heard it, and they did so well. Her voice echoed among the stone walls that protected their sanctuary, accusing him of cowardice and malevolence.
Those that were close enough heard him defend himself... against the accusation of malevolence. He did not deny the cowardice.
The voice of her son sharply cut through his excuses, repeating the accusations and adding some more of his own: murder.
To the horror of the listeners, the old Threehorn did not defend himself, falling silent as the younger Longneck confronted him.
Word of that reached the Threehorn-herd soon thereafter. Murderer, Littlefoot's uncle had called Tria's grandfather, coward, Grandma had screamed at him. Neither had been denied.
"That can't be true." Tria breathed, looking at her father with wide eyes. "He wouldn't..."
"I sincerely hope he wouldn't." The older male murmured, but there was fear in his eyes. His father had not denied the accusations. Why had he not done that?
Even Pterano had not been called a 'murderer' for all that he had done...
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
It was equal parts bravery and foolishness, he thought as he regarded the young Longneck that confronted him. His nephew, only child of all his siblings glared at him. He demanded answers all refused to give, all for the sake of a friend.
Why should he care for a Threehorn? Because this youngster did.
"Very well, I shall tell you." He answered, eyes lidded. The black male walked away into the direction he knew the Threehorns were. His tail lazily swung from side to side.
He was like an omen of death, his scars reminders of something terrible.
The Threehorns looked at him in surprise when he appeared, youngster in tow. "His mother was a dear sister of mine, for her sake I answered his request. You wish to know what happened? Very well, so be it."
He towered over them, blocking the Bright Circle of touching them with her light.
Appearing in the distance, from opposite sides came the other three, drawn here by this weird meeting.
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It's Party Time! / Re: Hangman
« on: June 07, 2020, 03:42:13 AM »
T H E / A _ O _ I N A T I O N / _ A U L T
correct: E, A, T, I, H, N, O, L, U
incorrect: R
guesses left: 9
correct: E, A, T, I, H, N, O, L, U
incorrect: R
guesses left: 9
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It's Party Time! / Re: Hangman
« on: June 06, 2020, 04:24:11 AM »
T H E / A _ O _ I N A T I O N / _ A _ _ T
correct: E, A, T, I, H, N, O
incorrect: R <- HECKING FINALLY I SUCK AT HANGMANNING XD
guesses left: 9
correct: E, A, T, I, H, N, O
incorrect: R <- HECKING FINALLY I SUCK AT HANGMANNING XD
guesses left: 9
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It's Party Time! / Re: Hangman
« on: June 05, 2020, 11:49:44 AM »
T H E / A _ _ _ I N A T I _ N / _ A _ _ T
correct: E, A, T, I, H, N
incorrect: -
guesses left: 10
correct: E, A, T, I, H, N
incorrect: -
guesses left: 10
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It's Party Time! / Re: Hangman
« on: June 03, 2020, 02:44:06 PM »
T _ E / A _ _ _ _ _ A T _ _ _ / _ A _ _ T
correct: E, A, T
incorrect: -
guesses left: 10
correct: E, A, T
incorrect: -
guesses left: 10
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LBT Fanfiction / Re: A Step too far
« on: June 03, 2020, 01:27:32 AM »
A stranger came to the Valley a few days afterwards. It was a lone black Longneck – similar in shade to Cera's father – with a pale grey underside in a pattern strangely reminiscent of Grandma Longneck's and scars littering his body. When the children met him shortly after he had entered, they thought he had been attacked recently.
He assured them his scars were old, begotten in a time where he had been even younger than they had been. They marvelled at that, but refrained from asking: several of them looked like Sharpteeth tooth-marks and similar wounds.
"Oh, I have been a loner for a long time." He told them at their question. "Herds are not for me."
"Then... why did you come here?" Cera asked, eyes narrowed lightly. Something seemed off about him. He had reacted worse to her than he had to Chomper and he was the Sharptooth here! Thankfully he had mellowed quickly, though there was still a hateful glint in his eye whenever he looked her way.
"To rest from travelling everywhere on my own. And I heard rumours I wanted to investigate." He answered, looking over the valley. "Though this place is marvellous enough to warrant a visit all of itself."
They agreed whole-heartedly with that. In the distance a cluster of Longnecks could be seen. Bron was also there and he seemed to be in deep discussion with the other two.
To say that seeing them came as a shock to the stranger was an understatement.
They likewise froze when noticing him.
"Well, finally showing your face again?" Grandpa finally broke the silence. "And why do I feel like you got some more scars since last time?"
"Is it my fault Sharpteeth find me irresistible for some reason?" The stranger countered. "Also, really? Is that how you greet me?"
"Yes." Grandpa rolled her eyes. "I am certain it is a better greeting than you gave your nephew."
He gestured to Littlefoot with his head.
He squeaked in answer as the black longneck turned to him with more interest... and a look that was heavy with many, many emotions.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
He was their eldest, Littlefoot soon learned. A hatchling from their first nest, though the mention seemed to hurt them. His grandmother was quiet while they were together and all too soon they took him aside.
The black male – named Ater – seemed far colder towards Cera afterwards, his eyes now burning with... hate? They realized that whatever problem Littlefoot's grandparents had with Tria's grandfather, it also applied to his uncle. Even when his father could not tell them what was going on.
The next day Cera told her friends that Tria's grandfather had nearly gotten a heart-attack when she told her family that Ater had arrived. It seemed like he knew that the son had as big a problem with him as the parents before being told.
Once more Littlefoot tried to find out what had happened, but none were willing to give an answer.
As all this was going down Cera had to 'enjoy' the endless arguments of her family wherein the old Threehorn insisted they just let him leave the Valley and the rest was vehemently against it. She was less than thrilled with those going on and on forever even well into the night.
The Valley grew tense, with three Longnecks after him, the old Threehorn disappeared almost completely from the main grounds. But he could not hide forever.
He assured them his scars were old, begotten in a time where he had been even younger than they had been. They marvelled at that, but refrained from asking: several of them looked like Sharpteeth tooth-marks and similar wounds.
"Oh, I have been a loner for a long time." He told them at their question. "Herds are not for me."
"Then... why did you come here?" Cera asked, eyes narrowed lightly. Something seemed off about him. He had reacted worse to her than he had to Chomper and he was the Sharptooth here! Thankfully he had mellowed quickly, though there was still a hateful glint in his eye whenever he looked her way.
"To rest from travelling everywhere on my own. And I heard rumours I wanted to investigate." He answered, looking over the valley. "Though this place is marvellous enough to warrant a visit all of itself."
They agreed whole-heartedly with that. In the distance a cluster of Longnecks could be seen. Bron was also there and he seemed to be in deep discussion with the other two.
To say that seeing them came as a shock to the stranger was an understatement.
They likewise froze when noticing him.
"Well, finally showing your face again?" Grandpa finally broke the silence. "And why do I feel like you got some more scars since last time?"
"Is it my fault Sharpteeth find me irresistible for some reason?" The stranger countered. "Also, really? Is that how you greet me?"
"Yes." Grandpa rolled her eyes. "I am certain it is a better greeting than you gave your nephew."
He gestured to Littlefoot with his head.
He squeaked in answer as the black longneck turned to him with more interest... and a look that was heavy with many, many emotions.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
He was their eldest, Littlefoot soon learned. A hatchling from their first nest, though the mention seemed to hurt them. His grandmother was quiet while they were together and all too soon they took him aside.
The black male – named Ater – seemed far colder towards Cera afterwards, his eyes now burning with... hate? They realized that whatever problem Littlefoot's grandparents had with Tria's grandfather, it also applied to his uncle. Even when his father could not tell them what was going on.
The next day Cera told her friends that Tria's grandfather had nearly gotten a heart-attack when she told her family that Ater had arrived. It seemed like he knew that the son had as big a problem with him as the parents before being told.
Once more Littlefoot tried to find out what had happened, but none were willing to give an answer.
As all this was going down Cera had to 'enjoy' the endless arguments of her family wherein the old Threehorn insisted they just let him leave the Valley and the rest was vehemently against it. She was less than thrilled with those going on and on forever even well into the night.
The Valley grew tense, with three Longnecks after him, the old Threehorn disappeared almost completely from the main grounds. But he could not hide forever.
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It's Party Time! / Re: Hangman
« on: June 03, 2020, 01:25:55 AM »
_ _ E / _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ / _ _ _ _ _
correct: E
incorrect: -
guesses left: 10
correct: E
incorrect: -
guesses left: 10
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It's Party Time! / Re: Hangman
« on: June 02, 2020, 01:35:32 PM »
_ _ _ / _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ / _ _ _ _ _
correct: -
incorrect: -
guesses left: 10
correct: -
incorrect: -
guesses left: 10
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It's Party Time! / Re: Ban The Person Above You (game)
« on: June 01, 2020, 12:25:20 PM »
You're banned for being little
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LBT Fanfiction / Re: A Step too far
« on: May 31, 2020, 01:59:44 PM »
The old male had settled down on bare rock. Some loose stones dug into his stomach as he staid as still as the rocks surrounding him. Even his breathing was so shallow one could miss it at a quick glance.
Of all the places Tria could have started calling home, she had to pick the one they lived. He had no doubt that the words of the Longneck had been true. They'd kill him if he stayed. He had to leave... His son wouldn't be happy with this.
He sighed, his entire body moving briefly. As they had re-found their fury, he had found his fear again. He had been terrified of Longnecks ever since that Grandma had smashed in his face and even now he had been wary of Longneck-herds they encountered, staying as far away as had been possible without raising questions.
And of course the one time he cared about other things more, he met the wrong herd. Damnit.
"Father." The voice of his daughter – the one that had pretended dying to get Tria back to Topps – sounded from nearby. "Are you alright?"
"No." He stated softly. "Why did you come here?"
"You're my father." She answered, lying down beside him. She was the oldest of his children and the one the most like his late mate. "I care about you."
"Their anger is not unwarranted, Astra." He murmured, not moving his head as he spoke. "Their hate is justified. It will do you no good to take my side."
"What did you do?" She whispered, nudging him lightly.
He remained silent, not speaking for quite a while. When he finally did speak, his voice was defeated. "I'd rather not talk about it."
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
"I'd rather not talk about it." Someone else said at that exact moment as well, his voice cool.
Littlefoot shuddered at that sound, completely unused to this way of acting of his grandparents. His grandmother, desiring to be alone, had thrown a withering glare at his grandfather and since he had still been hanging from the elder male's jaws, he had felt the shudder run through the massive body at it.
Grandpa seemed to have realized the unsettling effect his change in character had had on his grandson and reached down to comfortingly nuzzle him. "Some pains are hard to explain, little one."
"But..." The young Longneck looked up, before being shushed by the elder.
"Look at your grandmother, Littlefoot, and tell me that that is not pain." Grandpa whispered, gesturing to his mate a short distance away. Silent tears were trailing down her face. "He hurt us badly, in ways you cannot yet understand even if I could explain them, and that has made him our enemy."
"Why do you think that?" The young one demanded. "I'm not stupid."
"Of course you aren't." The customary warmth and gentleness was returning. "But some pains are only truly understood if you feel them and perhaps one of the few in this Valley that could possibly understand is Old Threehorn."
Now that confused Littlefoot, making him blink in surprise. The thought that Cera's father could understand anyone was rather strange. The faint hint of amusement that was on his grandfather's face indicated that the old male had followed his line of thought.
"I see..." Littlefoot tilted his head. To be honest, he could not see, but he knew he wouldn't get much more on the subject out of his grandfather. "So... what will happen now?"
"I don't know." Grandpa Longneck lifted his head again, looking into the direction they had come from. "I spoke truly back there, Grandma and I cannot – will not - accept Tria's grandfather in the Valley. It is up to them to do something with that to keep the peace. I will not stop her again. She would never forgive me. Nor will she take you into consideration again."
Of all the places Tria could have started calling home, she had to pick the one they lived. He had no doubt that the words of the Longneck had been true. They'd kill him if he stayed. He had to leave... His son wouldn't be happy with this.
He sighed, his entire body moving briefly. As they had re-found their fury, he had found his fear again. He had been terrified of Longnecks ever since that Grandma had smashed in his face and even now he had been wary of Longneck-herds they encountered, staying as far away as had been possible without raising questions.
And of course the one time he cared about other things more, he met the wrong herd. Damnit.
"Father." The voice of his daughter – the one that had pretended dying to get Tria back to Topps – sounded from nearby. "Are you alright?"
"No." He stated softly. "Why did you come here?"
"You're my father." She answered, lying down beside him. She was the oldest of his children and the one the most like his late mate. "I care about you."
"Their anger is not unwarranted, Astra." He murmured, not moving his head as he spoke. "Their hate is justified. It will do you no good to take my side."
"What did you do?" She whispered, nudging him lightly.
He remained silent, not speaking for quite a while. When he finally did speak, his voice was defeated. "I'd rather not talk about it."
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
"I'd rather not talk about it." Someone else said at that exact moment as well, his voice cool.
Littlefoot shuddered at that sound, completely unused to this way of acting of his grandparents. His grandmother, desiring to be alone, had thrown a withering glare at his grandfather and since he had still been hanging from the elder male's jaws, he had felt the shudder run through the massive body at it.
Grandpa seemed to have realized the unsettling effect his change in character had had on his grandson and reached down to comfortingly nuzzle him. "Some pains are hard to explain, little one."
"But..." The young Longneck looked up, before being shushed by the elder.
"Look at your grandmother, Littlefoot, and tell me that that is not pain." Grandpa whispered, gesturing to his mate a short distance away. Silent tears were trailing down her face. "He hurt us badly, in ways you cannot yet understand even if I could explain them, and that has made him our enemy."
"Why do you think that?" The young one demanded. "I'm not stupid."
"Of course you aren't." The customary warmth and gentleness was returning. "But some pains are only truly understood if you feel them and perhaps one of the few in this Valley that could possibly understand is Old Threehorn."
Now that confused Littlefoot, making him blink in surprise. The thought that Cera's father could understand anyone was rather strange. The faint hint of amusement that was on his grandfather's face indicated that the old male had followed his line of thought.
"I see..." Littlefoot tilted his head. To be honest, he could not see, but he knew he wouldn't get much more on the subject out of his grandfather. "So... what will happen now?"
"I don't know." Grandpa Longneck lifted his head again, looking into the direction they had come from. "I spoke truly back there, Grandma and I cannot – will not - accept Tria's grandfather in the Valley. It is up to them to do something with that to keep the peace. I will not stop her again. She would never forgive me. Nor will she take you into consideration again."