Posts by bloodybouquet

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  • NO ONE TO PROTECT YOU | open, majorly injured on the border

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    the medic was drawn in by the scent of blood, by no quote for the reason that most would think. to be honest, he had been hoping that maybe it was an animal he could much on, but his luck was always the worst, and he'd been without the right sort of meal in a good, long time. " are you... okay? " asked the puppy. assessing what had already been done. they were pressing a towel to their body, so should he d anything until the blood stopped flowing? goddammit, he couldn't stop thinking about the metallic-scented stuff, his light eyes flitting all over the other one. " mmh, can someone,,,, please... get me,,, some... water? " he hoped that putting it on the wound would help out, in case it burned and for other reasons, but he would be awful slow himself in getting it. and he knew that.

  • And when you're gone//open joiner

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px;]the medic poked his head out from aside his clanmates, curiously regarding the unknown and slightly shady (in his own opinion) character on the border in a track.

  • OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND! && open

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    his word was a little drawn out into a slight musical note as the medic approached. he had, in fact, never really tried singing before, bu maybe he should one day. bloo was curious about kankri right now, though, for even though his thoughts moved awfully slow there was one thing that he didn't miss just this once. " are you... alright, mister kankri? " bloodybouquet asked, tipping his head to one side as he padded over.

  • We tried our best| open, meteor shower!| Turn out the light

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    thus far, the little one was immensely caught up in the shower. the way that the dots which sparkled like stars shot through the sky, it seemed to be calling his name. but why? he wasn't really sure, but it seemed to be the same thing that had pulled him both here and the nox. his general love and interest for the night sky was boundless, and for the time being bloodybouquet was merely caught in the moment, his light eyes following the trails as if he were riding on the back of such a shooting star.


    even though he was quite slow and took the rocks the wrong way, this was a moment that shouldn't be ruined with fact. hardly ever did bloo stop to dream about something other than his somewhat shallow and selfish needs. the way that the meteorites were falling today made him think differently about a great deal of things, including himself. this was one of the reasons that he existed, wasn't it? he forgot sometimes that he did, indeed, live and breathe like everyone else, but this was one of the few times that he got a reminder that didn't involve him inflicting pain on himself. " it's so,,, beautiful, " the small canine noted quietly from where he sat to no one in particular, his gaze completely filled up with the night sky.


    that was right- even if he was constantly forgotten (or so he thought) in the eyes of the people he was around every day, the night sky was something that would never fail him. the moon would never not come out, and the stars would never not make him happy. bloo's eyes were wider than moons themselves, reflecting off the light from the sky above him. for once, he did feel happy without any side affects. he didn't have to get hurt to have this kind of happiness, either, which was really weird. how could something like that be? could this type of happiness exist?


    //weird muse burst but i like it xD

  • NO ONE TO PROTECT YOU | open, majorly injured on the border

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    the small puppy had sat there in confusion for a good deal of time. blood, legs.... something else that he was forgetting. oh, right, water! but ama was there in a flash, before he could realize and even go into his pack to get out the needed herbs. had he been sitting there a while, or was she just that fast? time went very quickly for him. " i have... water,,, and those herbs. " bloo offered, reaching in to get them, but terezi was quicker. or was everything right now like that? was he missing something? everything right now was very confusing.

  • JUST TAKE MY BONES ;; suicide attempt ;; WHY NOT EVERYTHING?

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    it all clouded his senses. if jade couldn't wait for death to come, bloo's impatience for something to drink that wasn't water was even worse. brought by his nose to the other's door, bloo couldn't help but open the door without any warning. he needed what this smell was, even if such didn't register in his mind yet. he needed it. that was what repeated over and over. the freaking smell. maybe it was more than that. maybe it was just him being selfish, maybe it was all a joke; what if all that was the case was simply him wanting it? he couldn't really say anything about it, but the scene jerked him out of what was the case. thank god for conjuration, as he didn't have any towels with him.


    shuffling over as fast as possible, with a slow thought what he needed to stop the strange colored blood appeared in his paws, and he attempted to press it on jade's neck with a fearful face. " please... don't talk. it will hurt,,, for... a while. "

  • WHO TOLD YOU THAT WE CAN FLY? | open, m&g

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    bloo had no idea what this "morse" was, and in fact had never heard of such a thing. " hello,,, " the medic greeted in his usual moan of a voice, his tone very quiet. " i remember.... you,,,, how're you feeling? " since he hadn't been able to do much, the puppy had felt bad for going blank when everyone needed him. he was still getting used to being a vampire and hardly anything was working how it should... at least for how badly everything worked already for him, this was even worse. it sort of hurt when he looked at this person.

  • ooc notice!!!!

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    I'll be gone all next week starting today/tomorrow, and I haven't been able to find a temp.

  • Ooc discussion on name change

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    ★ hi, i don't think i posted in this discussion because i was on break, but i don't really want lunarclan to change the name and territory at all- i actually like what we've got and i think it's a really great original idea. (x

  • HEY FISHBREATH, I LOVE YOU && open + drunken serenade

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    ★ whoa, he'd never seen karkat do that! or had he? bloo wasn't too big on the details. "mister... karkat? are you,,, alright?" the rough collie puppy asked as he padded over. who knew, there could really be something wrong with their former leader!


    //mobile

  • get in the zone... // calzone party

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    ★ bloo didn't know what that was, but it smelled speven stranger than it sounded. "ne... what's a,,, cow-zone...?" the rough collie puppy asked as his watery blue-gray eyes gave a stare to the other whom was introducing them to everyone.

  • IT'S TIME TO SAY GOODBYE [open, power discovery + body swap]

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    ★ "hmm...mmm? who are,,, you?" the medic would ask as he padded forward, tipping his head to the side at the other. come to think of it, her blood did smell familiar, but the appearance of the female was putting him off, and his thoughts would simply not process it. did he know this girl?

  • SICK MOVES, DUDE && open + joiner + light injury

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    ★ but that was rather okay, since bloo would be the one to arrive. merely confused as to why someone kept screaming, the rough collie puppy would have sniffed out the scent until he came to it. the scene took a few seconds to look at before he understood. "oh.... you're hurt? ,,,do you need... help, miss?" the medic asked, tippingnhi head to one side. she did seem to be scratched, but since she was yelling it made him feel a bit self conscious about running up to her all crazy.


    //mobile

  • make one wrong move | open

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    ★ it had been... some time since the little one had thought of pain. he was too busy trying to sort out his vampirism, but he was sure that he had it down pat by now. if he wanted to eat, animal blood was bad, so he would have to drink it from something else. just what, though? he wasn't too sure himself, but bloo was sure that he would figure it out one day and in time. if only his thoughts would process like he wanted them to, though! he wished with all his heart that he could do and say things like he was supposed to, like everyone was supposed to. but he couldn't.


    for some, odd reason, he could never be like everyone else. when he tried, his thoughts and worries if being forgotten kicked in, and he went around doing things -getting hurt badly most of the time- that would allow for people to see him. to hear him. to know that he was there. even if that was what everyone thought was his sole motive -even himself, actually!- there was something that he could no longer ignore going about in his mind.


    but first, the scratch on his nose. he and the scratch went way back, all the way since before his first injury. he had put a single pinkish-red band-aid on it, but it was replaced with many others of the same color throughout his life. that scratch... it was undoubtedly one of his best friends. and he wanrted to give everyone else a friend of their own, respectively. and that was his problem. his dilema. he could not five them friends, because everyone seemed to be in so much pain when they were hurt. but in his mind, pain was good. pain was something that let everyone notice you. so why weren't they happy when they were hurt?


    well, maybe they were, but maybe they were just really hurt when they were hurt, that was all. so how could bloo give them friends without causing them too much pain? that was a thought that carried on for a while, hours maybe, before he actually got it. he had seen someone carry around paintings engraved into their body one time. he could do that, too! and as a plus, the person had said that it had hurt for a while. but maybe he could do it differently.


    and so he spent a while gathering up all the tools he needed, and stood out as a creepy looking, sweater-wearing rough collie puppy with a bag full of medical supplies at his side and a bunch of shit crowded at his paws, and called lightly, "...would anyone,,,, like a tattoo?"
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