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baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« on: March 20, 2018, 03:09:08 PM »
HEWWO its awcy .... hewes my mess thwead

+ feel free to track/chat if u want!

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crowley ➵ low muse ➵ tanglewood ➵ crowley from good omens
izuku ❀ high muse ❀ typhoon [?] ❀ izuku from my hero academia
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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #1 on: March 20, 2018, 04:26:24 PM »
  hi not gonna spam but I spy a Deku
  would you be down if I made a Bakugou and Batter made a Todoroki?
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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #2 on: March 20, 2018, 04:38:43 PM »
  ooh ok!
  I'll let them know, then
  & yeah, I'll probably do something along those lines for Bakugou (and if you'd prefer that the small details be exact, I'm down with that too) if you're cool with that ^^
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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #3 on: March 20, 2018, 08:40:53 PM »
track :>
✧*:・゚ TODAY THE MOON SHINES BRIGHTER
ON THE BLANK SPOT IN MY MEMORIES
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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #4 on: March 21, 2018, 12:11:27 AM »
ooF hi kiddo!!!
+ anyways i love my little fluff boi. absolutely darling boi.
(sweats as i use the same fancypost as i did for hestia. im too weak to Super Simple fancys)

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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #5 on: March 21, 2018, 08:11:06 AM »
gently tracks as well uvu

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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #6 on: March 21, 2018, 08:13:53 PM »
you could probably ask tricky to make the pixel transparent? they've figured out how to do that on the site they use,,

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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #7 on: April 10, 2018, 11:12:25 PM »
looks out the window dramatically
when will kiddo return from the war
hhhh im Hyped to drop my boy and ive nearly got everything ready nd ive even got him a new fancy but. :^(((

unrelated: what the fuck is with the &quote that appears instead of the ""s because i dont want  to replace them everytime i use the mod :^(((

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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #8 on: April 11, 2018, 12:20:19 AM »
the " is a glitch that hasn't been fixed yet, sorry fam

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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #9 on: April 15, 2018, 06:43:44 AM »
track!!! uwu
✦ — I WON'T LEAVE I WANT MORE, WHAT'S UP DANGER?

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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #10 on: April 22, 2018, 05:07:06 PM »
breaks celling and drops in

heWWO
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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #11 on: April 25, 2018, 01:18:26 AM »
PUT HER IN TANGLEWOOD

ILL JOIN THE GOD SQUAD 2

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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #12 on: May 20, 2018, 05:42:33 AM »
what is UP ive come up w a new group idea and im uHHH here to Fret tm
if i were a more confident person id be pestering staff abt lore info and integrating groups(i know it goes from unofficial loner lands -> official boarded but other than that fuck if kno)
hh anyways i put a lot of effort into this so lmao
moonlight vale: ShowHide
greetings this entire thing is like 10 miles long, dw abt actually reading all of it
moonlight vale, the clan, has a ... very strange, sort of theme. Like, all at once it's based around royalty and nature and spirits/eldritch -- oocly, it's got a ton of undertale and welcome to night vale themes bc im Like That. It's probably got some weird extra stuff scattered that I haven't noticed but uhh regardless!!
[history] Originally, Moonlight Vale was made up of stragglers and refugees from a group, far in history. The former group is question was very heavily themed around royalty, and stuck to the theme almost religiously. However, the uptight atmosphere caused infighting and, ultimately, got them kicked out of the group. A majority of them stuck together and hoped for the best, making up a small nomadic group of cats. They kept up some of the royal traditions that had been a part of their life in the old group for so long, though, of course, not all. They lived surprisingly well for a long time, and eventually picked up an appreciation for nature and all that it did to keep them alive, even during winter. During this time, it became traditional to dedicate a certain time during each season to hold a festival of some sort -- just little ones, as they didn't have a lot to their name. The peace doesn't last, however, as the nomadic group gets dragged into a war with another group. The nomadic group is unwilling to fight, but do not have a choice, and make camp where they are. However, the other group is much stronger than them, and frequently raids them for herbs(which they have aplenty) and food. It happens so frequently that, soon, the group is going hungry and injuries untreated. Slowly, things appear to be growing more and more dire, seemingly on the brink of death.

It's at this point that we must introduce four characters. Violet, a tan feline and medic of the clan. Lyra, a brutish brown lionness warrior. Faust, an unpleasant and hasty border collie. And Arrowpaw, a young brown feline, Violet's son and the group's second in command, despite his age. The three of them had grown close in these times, a haggled foursome struggling to keep a group on the brink of collapse alive. They wished for nothing more than to see the group survive this war, but even Arrowpaw, patient as any other, was growing weary as he attempted to keep everything together. However -- whatever happiness they have together does not last. Lyra, like many before her, is killed in battle. She leaves the trio grief-stricken and alone. The clan falls into true disarray as Arrowpaw struggles to keep himself together, and Violet struggles even further with her job now. Meanwhile, something in Faust ... changes. The shadows seem to curl around him, and red eyes seem to gleam from the ever-present, growing darkness behind him. In his rage, Faust had summoned an old god. He asks only one thing of it -- that the group survives this war and thrives. Faust, bloodied and leaking dark fluids and shadows, tore down the opponents' army near single-handedly. Of course, this comes at a terrible price -- first and foremost, Faust's own life and soul. With their opponents gone, the clan is finally allowed to recover. However, Violet finds herself falling ill with something strange and almost -- violent. From her right eye, pink, bloody flowers force themselves from her right eye, leaking oily black fluids. Oftentimes, she struggled to eat or breathe, and could often be found choking out the same thick black fluids. In the end, it's the beast, the god, that kills her with its own paws, causing her grievous wounds before she finally, perhaps blessedly, dies.
Arrowpaw, now Arrowhead and leader of the nomadic group, is the last of the four still standing. He's bitter and jaded now, deep wounds torn from his friend's strange deaths. It's not infrequent to see strange shapes and shadows and perhaps even tentacles coming from the shadows about him, appearing as though they're reaching for him. It's never quite clear whether Arrowhead is a kind or cruel person, often fluctuating between the two without pause, though his care for the group is abundantly clear in almost anything he does.

Arrowhead is the final member of his friends taken by the god, but he is not the last among his group. The god Faust had summoned a single year ago, unnoticed, guides them to a new land. It is here where the group settles, and here where Arrowhead falls. The god, from the shadows, finally takes yet another gruesome victim, and Arrowhead's reign ends. Despite this ending, however, the group stays, perhaps due to some meddling in place. In Arrowhead's place, Videogames, kinder and as much of a leader as Arrowhead had been, officially takes Arrowhead's place. His first action as leader is to announce the founding of this new group, and so calls it 'Moonlight Vale', in hopes that the moon will shine upon them and grant them the safety.

[territory]
There are three different regions of Moonlight Vale territory. A forest, a meadow, and a cavern. Each carry danger in their own right. In the darkness of the night, you can sometimes see something reaching for you, and you simply know you should run. There will be voices of those not really there, and see faces of friends who are not who they appear. There are many other creatures aside from Moonlight Vale's members populating these lands, and you must be wary of every step you take in the dark of the night.

The main, most populated region of territory is the forest. Flowers and other plants can be frequently found on the ground here. The trees are tall and reach high into the sky, thick green leaves growing on their branches. Pathways are cut throughout the forests. These paths are never walked on by those informed, much less at night, as horrible beasts are said to walk along the trail, looking for unsuspecting prey. Even the feral creatures do not wander near these paths. Somewhere in these woods, there is a small village. It is largely overgrown by plants and torn away by nature, but many who do not wish to find or make their own den will sometimes make their home in one of these buildings.
If you walk long enough, you will find yourself in the deep woods. The deep woods are considered especially dangerous, as you hear voices come from the trees. The woods will compliment you and beg you to stay with them, but no matter what, you must not -- it's unclear what becomes of those who stay, but it's abundantly clear it is not good. Many of the supernatural creatures throughout the territory make their nests here, or at least so some believe. Very little sunlight comes through the stereotypical, gnarled trees.

Somewhere in these woods, you will find a graveyard, with a memorial somewhere within. This graveyard is perhaps the least safe place of all, with spirits of the graveyard, and other creatures occasionally visiting due to this.
The other region of the territory is meadow. Overshadowing the meadow are many snow-covered mountains, and the air in the meadow is chilly due to this, though flowers and other plants seem to grow from every inch of ground. A large, deep river glides along the meadow, supplied by spring water. The river deposits itself into a lake somewhere in the forest, near the village. Towards the foot of the mountain, you can find the Shaman's den, a small cave surrounded by rubble, with an overhang. The overhang always has a banner of flowers, if available. Elsewhere in the territory is a large circle of very tall trees, with a small burrow in the middle. The trees act as scouting views for the local royal guard, with the burrow as their den.

The final region is the cavern. The cavern can be found somewhere within the woods, nearing the deep woods. The entrance is a large hole within the ground, which many often trip in to. Along the cave floor(which is made up of soft ground and rock), many flowers grow, and many paintings cover the walls. A little deeper in, with sunlight still trickling in from god knows where, the air becomes humid and the cavern grows lash with plants. A warm river runs alongside the cavern at this point, though it falls much, much deeper into the cave early on. Many tunnels run throughout, with little rooms and the such. At some point, a library and gaming room is implemented into one of the dryer rooms, and many NPCs run shops here due to visitors. Members can open up shops as well, though it's always a risky endeavor due to the possibility of something -- unfortunate and consisting of darkness happening to your character if you make the wrong move throughout this procedure.
[superstitions] sso, what we've got now is about fairylights and just lights in general repelling spirits or the supernatural, at least for a little while. Full moons are said to offer protection and guidance to those lost or hurt(and not just physically hurt). drinking water from the lake when the full moon reflects upon it is said to bring you good luck for the next moon phase. Wielding a blade or other weapon is said to bring bad lack and also attract spirits. Putting flowers on someones grave is said to bring the deceased good or bad luck in the afterlife, depending on the flowers you gift. (this depends on both the flower meanings, and how much they like the flowers themselves). Seeing the deceased in ones dreams is considered a very, very bad omen. To ward this off, the person must visit the shaman and burn certain herbs and flowers(depending on who it was/what type of dream) in their living space. Grave robbers are often said to be cursed by the spirits of those they stole from, and the spirits of the site will awaken(its like,, x10 worse if they took the body). If a grave at the graveyard is shown to be tampered with, the clan will hold a ceremony and apologize, burning incense and gifting flowers to the graves. If a member loses a tooth or anything else notaable, it must be hidden or burned so it cannot be found, lest a creature find it and curse the owner to death. On the days before a battle,  guards will hold a ceremony and gift the spirits of the graveyard with flowers and minor trinkets and, in return, the battle will be said to end in the clan's favor. Children born on the new moon are said to be cursed, while those born on the full moon are said to be blessed.  Getting pricked by thorns or seeing a spirit before travel is said to mean the trip will end in disaster.


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[ranks]
king - leader of the group, as typical. a 'roya'. always wears a crown, though gem color depends on the person. also, yes, even females are called king. it's mostly an ic misunderstanding that ill might change lmao.
advisor - deputy, basically. a 'royal'. the king and advisor will frequently discuss politics and stuff. wears a gem-lined collar. is expected to host a discussion/idea thread once or twice a month.
royal guards - offense branch. royal guards are trained in combat to protect the clan, and are assigned to a specific region to survey and protect. head royal guards are in charge of them. royal guards are expected to host a training thread of sorts at least once every month or 2. head royal guard, not only that, but they will also have to host a royal guard meeting at least bimonthly. Typically wear guantlets of sorts on their front paws.
shamans - medicinal branch. are expected to deal with supernatural/spiritual stuff as well. they're trained to heal, even in unconventional ways, and deal with other strange things, such as soul pendants, unions, and exorcisms. their paws are decorated in tattoos, generally. they're expected to host a medicine training thread bimonthly, as well as frequent training threads with their trainees. Just some sort of tail accessory.
counselor - event branch. also expected to act as therapists. pretty self explanatory i guess. they're expected to get threads up like,, biweekly, i guess, maybe less, and larger scale just occasionally. Wears a bunch of beads/bracelets.
guard - stepping stone hp. being trained to learn what they need before being promoted. Generally just wear an extra earring.
[titles: council member - a lawyer of sorts. whenever a member does a Bad, they're all called to discuss what should be done with the royals
strategist - just as it is. called on before battle to discuss the best options]

[culture]
accessories - accessories are seen as Very Cool. the more decked out u are, the Better u are, especially if they're official accessories!!
colors - everyone is basically color coordinated. The color does not always match that of your characters soul color, and certain accessories will match that
minors - characters under 10 months are somewhat restricted. They are not allowed to join the offense branch till 10 months unless they undergo a resolve test. they also cant drink alcohol or anything.
resolve tests - a huge part of the culture. if you wanna do literally anything to climb ranks, u have to do a resolve test. For example, if a shaman trainee wants to become a full shaman, once they're allowed, they'll have to spend a full night in the graveyard to prove that they're really up to the task.
battle / group status - technically, moonlight vale is neutral. Though they're always battle-ready, and seem to enjoy it at times as long as it's not particularly dangerous or anything. They're very strict about who participates, though -- no scholars unless given permission, graduates, and offense hps. Other hps have to ask permission as well. They're reluctant to make allies or enemies, however, and tend to refuse to make contact with other groups at all, in fear of bringing attention to themselves.
secret codes - at every meeting, the king will tell the members the secret code of the week. the secret code will consist of subtle movements telling the other person that they're not an imposter or anything. the meetings are Protected dw nobody except Actual Members know lmao
mythicals - a lot of members are kind of torn on how they feel about sm mythical creatures, and certain powers. like,, either theyre lowkey prejudiced or they Dont Care. i mean theyve had a lot of bad experiences w non-regular stuff u kno.
-u get a new earring(pair?) everytime u do something to make u deserve it
-shamans wear tattoos always, and leaders do during events. members only wear tattoos on their birthdays or events important to them. (tattoos are basically just flower henna tattoos, but fur.)

[traditions]
feathers - new members or scholars will go hunting for a bird. When they return with their catch, a feather will be taken from the bird. It's considered very rude not to wear your feather in some way, as it's an indication of your character in some way. The more rare/pretty the bird/feather is, the better.
initiation ceremonies - once a month, an event will be held for new joiners. Soul pendants will be decided, and scholars will be given mentors.
flower festival - every spring, volunteers will plant a bunch of flowers to prepare. There will be a decorating event in which everyone hangs flower banners and other flower-themed items. During the festival, the snowman from the frost festival(or if not, a new snowman) will be burnt at the stake. There will be a 'snowball' fight featuring colorful powders made from flowers, and the goal is to completely coat one another. After this, members will make flower crowns and bands for one another and weave flowers into each others fur(ft. flower language).
sun festival - Basically a very large picnic!! At the lake, a bunch of foods such as watermelons and ice cream will be set up. A water balloon fight will be taking place nearby. A bonfire will be set up later in the night, where members will burn possessions they wish to get rid of(especially for forgetting the past), before roasting foods. Theres gonna be at least 'this isnt supposed to be roasted over a fire' food, just for fun. A sleepover event will be held in the meadow, where blanket forts will be set up and covered in fairy lights.
pumpkin festival - basically, halloween and thanksgiving. volunteers string fairylights in all populated areas to ward away spirits and such, which are particularly viscous during this season(and the reason why the season is so subdued/unsafe) during the festival, members will carve pumpkins in all sorts of ways, though generally Spooky/Scary ways bc spirits, and put around camp. A candle will be put inside some, and some pumpkins will be entirely set on fire. A feast will be held, featuring all sorts of foods. After the feast, some members will go home, and others will go around asking them for candy. because. yknow.
frost festival - volunteers will, again, string fairylights everywhere!! They'll also put pastries of all sorts out every night for members to enjoy, especially in the cold, hungry season. The members themselves will often string flowers and certain foods in trees of their own. Some members will string up gifts for other members in said member's tree for the other to take down on the festival day! On the day of the festival, a feast is hosted, and the gifts received are taken down. An arts and crafts session is hosted, where feathers are decorated and expected to be worn for the rest of the festival. a fun side game for the sesions is to cover other participants in glitter. Lanterns are released, and members hike up to the mountain to build a large snowman to look over Moonlight Vale's meadow as a good luck charm! its said that if the snowman is destroyed before the flower festival, though, the clan will have a terrible year, luck-wise
remembrance day - on the anniversary of the day the nomad clan won the war. A feast is held, as well as a brief parade, which is basically all of the members marching around dramatically. Its all very fun, i promise.
-birthdays are Important. if a member is unwilling to share their birthdate or doesnt know, they'll have to come up with a standin date to celebrate it on. On birthdays, people are given a crown of special flowers or plants for the day. While wearing it, all other members are expected to treat the person with extra respect. A party will be hosted later, where the birthday person will arrive last and be blasted with powders. Members will then weave flowers in the birthday persons fur(if no fur, then just flower braces) while they eat cake or something. The birthday person is also expected to make a huge, huge mess of their birthday cake, thank you. After this, gifts are exchanged between one another -- not only do the other people have to get something for the birthday person, but the birthday person has to give gifts to the people there
-funerals. after the body is discovered, the shaman will clean it while flowers and other objects are gathered. The body is then put on a stretcher of sorts, where they will be covered in treasured objects, flowers, and favorite foods. It is then carried to the cemetery, where everyone will discuss happy stories and the such. The body is then laid to rest in the grave. Their soul pendant will be embedded into the rock above their body(though it's not that hard to get out tbh) At least a few days after this, events in the deceased's honor will be hosted, such as games and activities they'd enjoyed. Maybe give out little trinkets they'd enjoyed, like flower crowns. A final party will be hosted at the end of the week, where you'll have to enjoy the things they did(food and games, again), and hold a few more speeches on what the deceased had done for the clan and the members
-unions involve a discussion on if they want to be tied together forever. nothing fancy. To mark this, you will put on a pink ribbon around your paws and announce it. then resolve tests put in place by people really close to their significant other. If you pass all of them, you will be tied to your signifant other by your paws using one flimsy piece of red string. if the string breaks, it means that you aren't meant to be. the longer you wear the string, the better luck your relationship will have. you wear the string till the union, which could be in hours, a day, or a week. During the union, you will both wear special flower crowns by the shaman. The ribbon and string will be replaced by a golden clasp around the paws, with embedded gems the same color as their significant other's soul gem. (they can have their significant other's soul gem embedded into their clasp in the future, if they really want.) After that, normal wedding stuff. no honeymoon tho.



[religion] (basically? undertale.)
moonlight vale does not follow a set religion. however, they do follow a mandatory psuedo-religion revolving around souls. They hold the belief that every person has a soul, of course, and that they are all different colors. Each color has a different meaning. The shaman will craft many different pendants for members to wear, and will give them a pendant matching their soul color and perform a bind of sorts. The soul pendant will reflect the wearer's physical and mental state, in the form of saturation or how cracked it is. It will shatter if the character dies. If the character revives, the pendant will be fetched from their grave and given a reawakening. It will always be shattered, and it'll only get worse the more u die, but it will still work. Giving your soul pendant to a partner or friend if a huge act of trust, as well -- it's basically saying that u trust them w ur life and heart. It's not always romantic in nature, I promise. Anyways, turning away a gifted pendant is a huge insult, both to the gifter and everyone else. The person who refuses will generally be shunned, regardless of their reasons, which is ... largely problematic.
The soul color is figured out thru some bizarre shaman ritual while the person is asleep. bc actual souls cant actually appear on the physical plane unless ur really special.
colors ; red - determined
cyan - patience
orange - bravery
blue - integrity
purple - perserverance
green - kindness
orange - justice

[NOTES]
for each region of the territory, theres a ghost from the original cultists that can be found in each!
in the meadows, you can find violet! she'd be good at giving advice, except that he eyes are leaking oil, and she's choking on it too.
In the forest, you can find Arrowhead! He's very aggressive and is surrounded by shadows, but is all too willing to give advice regarding the clan!
In the waterfalls, you can find Lyra! She's very gruff and cold, except to children. She's very good at giving battle advice, at least short-term stuff.
Finding Faust, however, is near impossible, and dangerous. You must be incredibly desperate before you even attempt to contact him. You'll know how to, when he's needed. You'll know him when he see him, too. Playing host to a long forgotten god, Faust is all tentacles, teeth, horns, shadows, and ooze.
- frequent bad weather occurs. it never makes the territory uninhabitable, as it is the old god's wish to let them stay.
- the curse is linked to the group itself. faust's wish to allow the group to thrive often requires intervention and supervision -- they will only suffer from famine at the god's own wishes.
-a very secretive group. doesn't let anyone know about the spirits and stuff bc theyre Worried.
-lots of casualties! the disasters kill a lot of people, and the god himself does too sometimes, especially those related to the original cultists
-look i promise that this isnt a cult clan its just got cult themes
-horrible creatures tend to take the place of unfilled hp slots. If there's not a member filling a rank, sometimes itll appear and do the rank's duties in its place. However, it always leaves of destruction or death in its wake, so there's always an urgency to keep ranks filled

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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #13 on: May 29, 2018, 01:23:25 AM »
oneshot from Extra Early izuku lol. warning for uhHH lots of blood? i describe it a lot but im not terribly good at gore or fights
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There's blood dribbling down Izuku's chin. His mouth tastes like copper and he can't breathe. Every attempt to suck in a breath just fills his lungs with blood and jostles the knife stabbed deep into his guts. Izuku's losing feeling. His hands, sticky with red blood as they clutch at his stomach, ache with pins and needles, though it's vastly overshadowed by the fading pain from his wounds. The ground below him -- there's just blood. Blood, and blood, and blood. Izuku's eyes are welling with tears, and he hiccups with a sob, or at least the best he can manage. He doesn't -- he doesn't want to die. He might have gotten into this situation, but he'd though that he, or luck, would get him out safely. But, looking into the smug face of his killer, Izuku knows it's too late. The world is fading, and Izuku isn't sure if his hands are still even on his stomach. Where was he? Where were his friends? All Might? He doesn't want to be alone.
His world jostles, and it's another few moments before Izuku realizes he's laying on his side, on the ground. His eyes can't focus, but he can see the concrete sprawling out before him. His cheek is warm and sticky -- belatedly, he realizes that's blood, too. What wasn't blood? Izuku couldn't be sure, as he slowly looks up. He thinks he sees somebody's face, meets their eyes, but he's just not sure. Where ...?
"Izuku --!"
And then Izuku's world is just -- gone.
---
Izuku wakes up.
He feels wrong. Very, very wrong. There's something pulling at his skin, there's something on his skin in all the wrong ways. He feels sensations where he shouldn't be feeling them, and it's all wrong. There's adrenaline coursing through his veins, however, and then, in another moment, Izuku is on his paws, unsteady and claws unsheathed as he prepares himself to fight -- but there's nothing. Not another living, breathing being anywhere in his radius. And Izuku -- why's he ... standing like this? What's wrong? Why does he smell so much blood? Even more than when he'd passed out? Why...?
Izuku is shaking as he looks down. He doesn't understand. Looking at where his feet should be firm on the ground, Izuku simply sees two paws. Two, blood-soaked paws, with claws and green fur, beneath the crimson. Izuku doesn't understand. Where is he? Why does he have paws? Why isn't he dead? Why Why Why? His breathing is labored as he twists his body, trying to look behind him. However, without any concept of balance, the Maine Coon topples to the ground with a whimper, feeling and hearing the wet ground squelch beneath his weight. Taking a moment to get over the shock, Izuku looks over his shoulder, and all he sees is red. He has thick, green fur, but it's all red. It's stuck down and sticky with the crimson and it's all he can smell. The ground is stained red, too, and he wants to cry. He's nauseous, he wants to throw up, knowing that it's blood making the ground so wet. Was it his blood? It had to be, there wasn't anything nearby to have caused it. But he doesn't feel any pain. He's not even sure there could be this much blood contained in a body this tiny, there wouldn't be any left over. He doesn't ... he doesn't get it. Izuku wants to go home. He wants to see his friends, and he wants his mom, and -- Izuku's breath hitches as he sobs, tears gathering in his eyes and then rolling down his face in the next moment. He doesn't get it. He doesn't know why he's a cat or why he's alone or how he got here. He just wants to go home, he doesn't want to deal with villains or cats or blood. He doesn't get it. He doesn't get it. Unconsciously, Izuku's body slowly curls in on itself, all matted, bloody fur and fear. He's dead. He has to be. There was so much blood, and he couldn't breathe, and the knife --. Izuku's body is shaking with the force of his sobs, tiny, needle-sharp claws scrabbling against the ground. He wants to go home. He'd rather gave up his quirk, rather give up One for All, than sit in this pool of blood in a tiny, green-furred body any longer.
It's a long time before Izuku calms down, whimpering and wailing and begging. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to be dead. He wants his friends, he wants his mom, he wants All Might. Anyone, just so long as he's not alone. Even now, when Izuku looks at the forest before him, his face is twisted as fat droplets of tears simply don't stop. But he can't stay here. He can't. He needs to figure out where he is, and how he gets home. He can't cry forever, after all. (though he's sure his friends would claim he could. Izuku had always been a crybaby.) How had he stood up, earlier? Instinct alone had moved him to his paws then, surely Izuku could replicate that? His paws are shaking as he presses them to the crimson ground. The blood has long since dried, but Izuku can't help the pained noise that strangles its way from his throat. Blood. Blood. He's so tired of blood. Izuku looks away as he shuffles his hind paws underneath himself, and then carefully pushes himself up, the same way as he had earlier. Izuku stumbles heavily, and he squeaks as he falls back to the ground with a gentle thud, and his fur crackles. His next attempt is more successful, and the Maine Coon wobbles on his paws. He doesn't fall, however, and he simply stands there for a long few moments as he attempts to steady himself. His paws are still shaking when he's finally confident enough to take his first step. It's a gradual thing, but, slowly, Izuku manages to walk across to the next few trees. And then, as he gains confidence, he picks up pace. He needs to find water, or a stream, maybe. Izuku can't just -- he can't just leave the blood dried on his fur. He hates how it feels, hates knowing that it's blood and he's not sure who's it is. (is it even his? he doesn't feel any symptoms of blood loss, even excusing the amount --) So, step after step, the tiny feline marches onwards. By this point, only the occasional tear slips down his face, the green feline too invested in his new task to think too hard by this point.
For a long time, Izuku sees nothing but trees. They're tall, towering over the tiny being's figure. He's sure they'd have been tall even when he was human. (he sobs again, when he thinks of it.) It doesn't -- doesn't feel safe. His skin crawls with the sensation of being watched, and Izuku ducks his head. He wants to disappear. Had the blood attracted predators? Something else? Izuku isn't sure, but he wants to leave. Izuku attempts to pick up his pace, though he stumbles often enough that he's not sure it helped. Either way, it's a long time before Izuku hears the trickle of water, and his paws sting with every step and his pelt his itchy and his face -- hurts, with how many times he's fallen. Even so, the little feline beams(it's a very, very odd sensation) as he, after some power-walking, catches sight of the rushing river. There it was. Izuku feels sticky and disgusting, so with little regard for anything but how deep the water was, he clambers in. And then realizes this wasn't the greatest idea. The water flow, while not terribly strong, is too strong for Izuku, who was very small and, perhaps, had no clue how to balance himself on land, much less in the water. The water flow hits the little feline dead on, and a distressed noise is what escapes from him as Izuku is, predictably, knocked off his paws, and he falls face-first into the water. He sputters and flails, and suddenly he can't breathe theres liquid in his lungs is it blood oh god oh god -- but with the right push of his paws, Izuku resurfaces, claws latched onto a rock. His throat burns, and the tiny feline wheezes as he chokes up the water. He nearly vomits, and the green feline is left shaking and feeling strange as he stands in the water.
He gets over his near drowning experience quickly, at least -- he'd only been a little misplaced, and it was only for a second. Izuku has to lean against a nearby sticking out from the water to feel any bit secure though, and so wearily looks down at his fur, nearly fully submerged in the water still. He was a very small thing, after all. He's shocked there was anything shallow enough for him at all -- this was a terribly idea, honestly. Or maybe this was just ... a particularly strong stream. Izuku wouldn't know. In any case -- his fur, his fur. The reminder of his current perdicament makes Izuku waver, a few tears building in his eyes before, hurriedly, Izuku brushes them away with his paw. And nearly falls back into the water due to it. Either way -- he can't cry now. He can't. He may have fur, but it's still stained with blood. Sure, the worst of it came off, and if that wasn't a relief, Izuku wasn't sure what would be. Still, his fur has a red tinge to it that just makes him nervous. He'd been practically drowning in blood earlier, he needs it all off. So, shaking, Izuku makes to scrub away at his pelt in some way -- it's very hard, without hands. His balance is still very bad, after all, and for another moment he's submerged in the water when he's anything but perfect. After a while, though, he finds it acceptable -- anywhere he can reach is cleaned, and anywhere that isn't, he can just ... ignore. So, slowly, warily, the tiny feline wobbles his way out of the river, soaked to the bone and shaking and freezing. His fur hangs from his body, and it feels heavy. Izuku knew he'd had a lot of fur under all of the blood, had realized it while washing it, too, but he hadn't realized he had this much. It was -- it was kind of funny, in a weird, weird way. A hysterical way, maybe. Izuku still hasn't fully accepted that this happened, that -- that he's a cat, right now. It scares him. He remembers bleeding out and dying, so why was he here? What quirk turned him into this? Why was he all alone in a forest? ... Izuku really hopes his classmates are okay. He hopes he was the only one hurt badly, or killed. He wonders what'll happen if he doesn't manage to get home? Will he be forgotten, in a few weeks? It's what Izuku always expected would happen, after all. He'd always just been ... the weird quirkless kid nobody would care about if he just -- died, or disappeared. He wonders how his friends are. But he can't ... think anymore about this, right now. Not when Izuku is so vulnerable and all he can feel are the eyes on his back -- they hadn't stopped, not even when he was watching the blood away. It's ... scary. Who was watching him? Why? Why'd they stick around this long without doing anything? Izuku isn't sure he can defend himself in this state -- does he even have his quirk, right now? This isn't something Izuku is quite ready to test out.
So, slowly, the feline wobbles away from where he stands. The water continues to drip from his fur as he does so, and the ground where he'd stood for maybe a minute was -- drenched. Very muddy. Izuku decides to diverge from the river, after a minute -- it felt too open. His skin is crawling with the weight of the stranger's gaze, wherever it may be, and he just wants to -- hide. Really wants to hide and wait it out. He doesn't ... doesn't know where to go, though, or what to do. He'd gotten some basic survivalist training, of course, but it was all for nothing now that he didn't have hands. He couldn't exactly build a shelter or anything, and -- could he eat berries? Cats were carnivores, would it make things worse? Izuku doesn't know. Though -- he might try the berries thing later, if he gets desperate. I mean -- there were enough abnormalities already. Izuku's fur was green and cats shouldn't be able to cry, but there he'd been. He sighs.
It's another while of walking, when Izuku's fur is no longer dripping but is still definitely wet, that something finally happens. He's wandering through the woods when he hears -- a voice, maybe. It's very weird, very distorted, but in a very clear way? Like -- simultaneously, it's a growl and English. Which definitely isn't a good combo, and it makes Izuku's head spin. He knew a lot from Present Mic's classes, but he wasn't fluent, he didn't think.
"What's a little kid like you doing alone, huh?" The voice says, harsh and almost ... menacing. It's a few moments before the Maine Coon finally deciphers the words, and by then, the speaker has stepped into the open, and Izuku -- his heart stops. The creature is much, much taller than him, bulkier, too. Orange and striped and a menacing sort of delight dancing in its eyes. A tiger. An actual tiger just spoke to him -- in English. Was this -- some sort of elaborate fever dream? And what did she mean little kid? Izuku was a teenager, not a little kid. The little feline is shaking as he meets the larger being's eyes, because he just doesn't get it. How was he supposed to get away from a tiger? Izuku wasn't familiar with this body, and it wouldn't even be on par with an entire tiger if he tried anyways.
"I --" Izuku tries, even the beginnings of the sentence strange and heavy on his tongue. His tail gives a nervous sweep as he fixes the adolescent tiger with a hesitant look. She snorts and sweeps her tail. "I don't wanna hear it, kid. You're in the wrong place," She says simply, and -- oh. Izuku catches sight of her claws, and he's really not sure of his survival chances, anymore. Just a claw was bigger than his entire paw, and she could probably crush him, anyways. No. He doesn't -- he doesn't wanna die again. His quirk? What about his quirk? Izuku, figuratively, reaches tentatively for the sheer power of One for All, just a sliver, but he can't ... reach it. It's there, he just doesn't know how to use it. It's -- like when he'd first received the quirk, but worse. Izuku doesn't have any time to think on it, though, because the next thing he knows there's claws digging deep into his skin and it hurts -- he'd dealt with a lot of injuries, of course, but they were always kind of just -- broken bones and bruises and scrapes, nothing that tore into his skin quite like this. He can't help the little yowl that escapes his maw as he's sent flying. In other words -- just kind of rolling quite a few steps. The pain is sharp and the adrenaline hasn't quite set in yet and it hurts. He can feel the blood welling from the wound within a moment, heavy and flowing and no no no -- He's sick of pain and blood and he wants out. He doesn't even understand. Why was she attacking him? For fun? She hadn't ever given Izuku a chance to speak before she'd done this, and he doesn't get why the tiger can talk or why Izuku can speak and he's just -- scared. Scared out of his damn mind. And that's -- that's really funny. He'd been through a lot, after all, and without even breaking a sweat. That'd all been undeniably worse -- and this was what got him scared? One opponent? Just one? (this was hardly a healthy mindset, in all honestly -- Izuku was overwhelmed and all he knew was blood)
The feline stumbles to his paws, though he nearly gives when he feels the sting of his leg. Oh dear. There's -- that's pretty deep. He swallows down his nausea(blood and knives and nononono --), and, shakily, focuses his full attention on the stranger, despite the pain. It's familiar, anyways. One, two, three -- then she's there, delighted as he claws rake down his cheek(and some of his neck, worryingly enough). Izuku yelps, and he's still so small and he's still shaking and there's blood, but in the next moment, shockingly, his paw lashes out, and -- oh, claws. The larger tiger looks somewhat stunned as she rears back, giving the much smaller Izuku a somewhat indignant look. There's something -- more delighted, malicious, maybe.
"You do have some fight in you!" She crows, delighted. More manic. Who was she? Why -- why, why why. Why did she want him to fight? It's not like Izuku had hurt her, anyways -- just a little scratch across her nose. But it's too late to wonder, because in another moment there's only orange and oh, oh ow -- he yowls, because her teeth are snared around his ear and it hurts as she bites down hard and tears. For a moment, Izuku wonders if his whole ear is gone, and in a moment of hysteria, hops and reaches. There's blood dripping down his leg and face, but that's okay. It's fine. He's fine. There's tears gathering in his eyes because he doesn't get it, he wants it to stop, but it's -- he's just. Here. Bleeding and in a fight he hadn't asked for in the least. His claws snag onto the tiger's skin, and suddenly she straightens up and the world spins but he just -- can't let go. Not only because she'd probably kill him, but he's just -- frozen, claws scrabbling against her neck and face. One paw is caught on her eye, and he's just -- why, why him? "Let go!" She screams, and then Izuku doesn't have a choice in the matter as she furiously shakes her head and dislodges the smaller feline. For a single second, less, probably, there's just -- air, and then with a thud Izuku hits a tree. The blunt force is more familiar, really, and though it aches, he can live with this better than whatever else, even as his ribs feel bruised and even struggling to his paws makes it hurt. They're not broken, though -- probably not even bruised, just painful. In any case, it makes keeping his paws under him very problematic, and if he can't manage it by the time his attacker strides back up to him, that's not fully his own fault. She's angry. He sees it in the bleary, unfocused way he looks at her face -- how was she so expressive? He doesn't understand, seeing the way her face moves in familiar near-human patterns. He can't linger on it long, as his vision goes red with her next strike -- it barely misses his eye, but it's just so jarring and oh, oh dear. He stumbles, off balance when -- oh, another, down his shoulderblades. What was he, her punching bad? Was she angry with how he dared to cling to her? Izuku is getting annoyed now, just beneath the surface of fear and confusion. There's a strange sensation just under the surface of his skin -- something powerful, something crackling. Was that --? It was. He doesn't hesitate to take it in his paws, however much he could manage without injuring himself, and suddenly everything seems to right itself. It's not perfect -- he's still a cat, of course, but seeing the familiar blue-green crackling of Full Cowl is comforting, even if it's -- subtly different, in a way. Nothing else seems important, anymore, not his wounds or the blood or the strange patterns of the electricity-like ... something. Izuku's claws dig into the ground, and he whirls on his paws, the real adrenaline finally flooding him. It doesn't really feel hopeless, anymore -- after all, if Izuku couldn't naturally beat somebody this large and naturally strong, just by his own, then maybe with aid he could.
So, the Maine Coon's eyes narrow as he wobbles. The tiger in question looks surprised and a little unsure -- not scared, just unsure of what this meant for whatever was happening. He doesn't care anymore. Izuku doesn't care. He'd proven he couldn't match up to her as he was, being thrown off so easily, and he doesn't really want to truly injure her or anything, but -- he needs something. Something for the way his legs were shaking and how tears still burn in his eyes, lips drawn back in a snarl. Something, any at all. So, in another moment, Izuku is no longer on his paws, flying directly at the larger creature's chest. The instant his paws make contact with her chest, something -- changes. She yelps, the fur near his paws singing and smoking and burning. Like static, the rest of her fur stands up and he doesn't get it. His power had never involved electricity, after all, but she was hurting, what --. But then he's crashing fullbody into her chest, claws hooking to the back of her neck and shoulders as he scrabbles against her. And the tiger -- she screams. Her fur continues to sizzle and burn and like touching a hot stove, Izuku lets go. His heart is pounding and his hearing is fading because oh god, what was that --. A gouge of his burns is dug into her sides, where the bulk of his body had clung against her, and he can see pink flesh and its blackened and oh god oh god, nonono --
"What the fuck!" She screams, and even here Izuku can see the pained, frustrated tears in her eyes. She was only a kid, would only be a few years older than him in his terms, nonono, what had he done. Izuku's breath hitches and he's scared because he doesn't understand and he needs to leave because looking at that oozing, pink and black flesh is making his head spin because he did that. He did that he did that, but how, nonono he didn't mean to he didn't mean to -- she starts to scream something again, with words and anger and pain, but Izuku can't hear anymore, he's already turned around and he's running as fast as his quirk-fueled legs will let him because he needs to go, he can't see this anymore, can't face whatever he's done to her. Tears are rolling down his face and he doesn't understand. Doesn't understand how the electricity flickering around his body shifted and changed in such a harmful way, didn't ever want to hurt anyone like that again, wasn't him wasn't him wasn't him --
It's a long time before Izuku tires, adrenaline and quirk abandoning him all at once as, finally, he trips over the roots of a tree and collapses. There's not a lot of trees anymore, there's only fields, so perhaps tripping over one was stupid, but that's okay. He's not thinking anyways -- he's still shaken by the encounter, by the gouges and burns and smoke he'd seen and scented from her. He doesn't -- he doesn't want to do that again. Doesn't even want to use One for All again if it means he'll hurt somebody like that on accident again. Izuku hiccups as, slowly, he wriggles his way under the safety of the tree's roots. Not again. Not again. There's still blood, so much blood, on his fur, and he knows its his because of the way his head spins and the wounds gouged and the pain. He's bled a lot. Running wasn't a good way to let your wounds clot, because most of them kept on tearing open in the process. It doesn't matter, anyways -- Izuku doesn't have the strength to deal with it right now. So, slowly, Izuku curls around himself, still shaking as he buries his face beneath his paws and tail, trying to remain as hidden as possible. Going home be damned -- he'd figure it out someday, but now not, not today. He just ... can't. This is how Izuku falls asleep, bloodied with his fur staticked and hiding away.
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Re: baby blue ⚝ storage/dump
« Reply #14 on: June 12, 2018, 08:25:54 PM »
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