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  • shadows in the corner -- open ; nightmares -- it seems the darkness consumes me

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Sunny, it seems, is attracted to the sound of people suffering. Again, he's asleep, pot restricted by Wyatt's paw, when he hears the sounds of somebody in distress — how a flower can hear is yet to be understood, but Sunny does hear, petals twitching as he lifts his 'head' and peers around. Straining, he can hear semi-familiar voices — wasn't the female one suffering from nightmares earlier? — and twists to bonk Wyatt a few times, slapping him ineffectually with his leaves. C'mon, get up, I can hear people. he rips Wyatt from his slumber, leaving the feline disoriented, but the duo eventually make their way towards the voices, happening upon Litten and Broken.


    Looks like the positions are reversed! What was it about? Sunny chirps, assuming that the source of this discomfort is a nightmare.
    "Uh, yeah. You alright, guys?"
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    info — updated 28th june

  • MY GHOST, WHERE'D YOU GO? -open-

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Wyatt's terrible at keeping up with people when they're running, but now Sunny's plant pot has wheels, he can use the skateboard. Of course, in the undergrowth, it's not always useful, so he has to abandon it quickly if he wants to keep up — and for the first time since he woke up as a feline, Wyatt breaks out into a run, bounding after Dystopia and Pine. It's tough, coordinating his limbs at this speed, but he manages to keep pace with them for a bit, breathing staccato. "Hey," he calls, breathlessly. Wheeling after him in a way that's almost humorous, Sunny remains silent, 'gripping' the front of his plant pot with his leaves.
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • she's lost control — private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Sunny has left Wyatt behind in search of peace and quiet, and wheeled himself to a small corner of the Exiles camp so that he could photosynthesis without being disturbed by the damned cat. It's not that Sunny despises Wyatt — it's just a very dim distaste, one layered on heavily with dripping sarcasm to get his point across. Even so, he still sleeps alongside the male, still listens when Wyatt rants about his problems, still offers (admittedly violent, but well-intended) advice to try and cure his many issues.


    All the same, that doesn't mean that Sunny wants to spend every second of his life practically on top of Wyatt, and the peace is appreciated. Tilted back to the sun, the white flower adopts a position that resembles that of any other flower, and he'd fit in if it weren't for the fact that he was in a plant pot with wheels and if he didn't have the little mask-badge-thing over the centre to resemble a smiling face. So.. he's pretty noticeable, but he hopes he's left alone. He needs to eat, right?
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • PLOT WITH A LOSER AND HIS EVIL FLOWER | version one

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]sunny & broken thread


    Sure! Who do you want it with?
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • BE THE FROWN (BF) TO THIS SMILE?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Offering up Cowboybandage! Their basic traits are in their signature below — they aren't a particularly positive kid, anyway. They've had it rough, and have a fairly pessimistic outlook on life: basically, they're a nihilist, and they don't often seem particularly friendly due to trauma. Even so, that doesn't necessarily mean that they can't be nice — it just means that their view on the world has been unfortunately warped, and that they struggle with attachment due to this. Even so, when they do form attachments, they're particularly clingy and self-destructive, unsure of how they're meant to behave in any sort of relationship. They're biologically male, but tend to use gender-neutral pronouns, and they're also permanently six months old — that's something they choose, though, and it could be interesting plot fodder as Candy grows older, because Cowboy won't want to be left behind, meaning that they'll struggle with their age and likely inevitably start to grow older. The reason they remain young is because of their earlier childhood; remaining youthful helps them work through the memories of their trauma, and if Candy helps them past that with his cheerful personality, then maybe they'll be able to move on and actually grow up. They're also afraid of intimacy — not even necessarily sexually, but touching can spook them occasionally, so again, being near Candy could perhaps become a sort of comfort blanket for them once they grow used to him.


    EDIT: I also forgot to add a plot that I've had in mind for a character like this for a while; even though they're gray-asexual, they will be infected, at some point, by a subspecies of incubus that forces them into a form of 'heat' every two or so months, which really angers them, because they're afraid of being touched in any way, let alone in an intimate way. They aren't a sort of incubus that kills people through intimacy, though — they're the subspecies that will die if they aren't 'indulged' during that heat period, which will inevitably send them spiralling into confused 'madness', in a sense, and then maybe Candy can try and comfort them? A sort of "hey, it's okay" thing, because they're going to be very frightened.
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • WESTERN EYES, WESTERN MIND — TESTING

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Putting this here for future use.
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • PLOT WITH A LOSER AND HIS EVIL FLOWER | version one

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Sure! Who makes?


    And ah, yes, that sounds good! Again, who makes?
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • she's lost control — private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]The world hates him. In that moment, Sunny decides that the world hates him. It hates him more than anything or anybody else to have ever graced its blasted soil, and Sunny hates it, too. It's not that he feels pain like other people — plants don't have nerves, not like animals, so the agony is detached — but his spirit responds all the same, and it's like having an ear ripped off, part of flesh grabbed and torn out in a chunk. He doesn't bleed — flowers don't bleed. And he can easily ask Wyatt to grow him another body, so it's not like this damage is irreversible, in some warped way, but the pain? It's indescribable, more so because it's unexpected, and it's only added to when it's caused by somebody who can't keep their paws to themselves. Some ignoramus has decided they're going to touch him, hmm? They've decided that it's okay? Perhaps it's even worse when he realises that it's someone who's seen him before, someone who should know that he's more than just a plant. But apparently, because he's not a creature with flesh, that means he can be manhandled against his will, right?


    A distorted, chilling sound is torn from Sunny; flowers may not be able to make noise, but a demon with sound-wave manipulation can make an eerie exception. It's odd, warped, nothing like the sort of sound a regular creature would make, but it's angry, filled with indignant rage. So you see something pretty and you destroy it? he snarls. It sounds like something he'd do, but now he's on the receiving end; he doesn't appreciate it. Who gave you permission to touch me? Do you know what you've done? I'll kill you. I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS! it's a childish shriek, but one that suddenly shifts, low and rasping and nothing like his usual tone; petals flash a deep crimson, stem black, and Sunny howls, swinging his leaves in a threatening bid to grab Broken, even if, at this distance, he can't.
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • capture and torture this ScarClanner?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Tracking! Cowboy isn't actually from any clan, and they're only a kid, but they do have a somewhat-sadistic side that they're trying to work through due to trauma themselves, so maybe they could be "confronted" by Alex and they panic and drag her off and torture her?
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • plots with this pyromanic ?!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Maybe her and Cowboy could interact? They're not afraid of fire in the slightest, and would probably be more intrigued by it — so although they don't usually make friends, maybe they could tolerate Lucy's presence if she makes fire? And then, through that, they can encourage her pyromania?
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • FOLLOW ME TO THE SUNSHINE | open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Lucidsins, horrified at being a murderer by the time he reaches an age. Cowboybandage, Frisk, whatever you wish to call them — they're six months old, and they, too, are a murderer. It's not that they're a murderer because they were sold or possessed or forced into it, though — it's a simple matter of trauma tipping them over the edge, a childhood monster coming back to haunt them. They've seen violence, and they've been subjected to it. They've seen abuse of all kinds, and they've been subjected to it. It's damaged them, and they're now fixed at six months old, unable to move past that age because of the things that creep up behind them in the dark, pushed back only when blood sprays and somebody dies at their paws. They're desensitised to the gore, now, staring blankly at someone's face, covered in tears and mucus and contorted into an expression of fear as their life is ended by an innocent-looking child.


    It's been a week, though, and they haven't seen anyone. Living off berries during those days of solitude, they work their way through their difficulties alone. Cowboy is a survivor. They will get through whatever it is that's thrown at them without a blip, because that's how they work. If they're met with aggression from a source stronger than them, they will find a way to escape alive — preferably with their attacker dead, because they need to eat, and they don't care what it is that they happen to devour. Desperation has made them the least picky person around, even if they'd rather turn their nose up at a majority of what they eat — the only thing that refuses to waver is their apathy. No amount of prodding will convince them to relax. The adults that try to befriend them fail because they has a distrust of adults — people their age are the only ones that they may allow close to them, but even then, they're alert, wary, willing to lash out and torture or kill if need be.


    Does that middle reaction make them a sadist? Cowboybandage has tortured people before, but for a reason. Their coping mechanism, their way of dealing with the memories of their trauma, is to enact it out. They avoid the verbal and sexual trauma because they're soft-spoken and don't understand, but physical violence is something they excel at, and ripping people apart is something that comes naturally to them. They just don't understand that it's wrong. They just know that, somewhere within the recesses of their carcass-of-a-heart, it makes them feel okay. It keeps the monsters away. It keeps them going.


    Cowboy moves from place to place a lot. They're a nomad, taking people down wherever they go and hoping that it'll make the monsters leave them alone once and for all. Happening across Sunstream is a complete accident, but their movements are practised; they halt, they shift the forelimb with the toy revolver tied to it and they stare with dead eyes, gauging the female's reaction to their tiny presence. They can hear Lucidsins from afar, saw Kit a few seconds previously and are aware of Cinon, but their main focus is Sunstream. They're smaller than she is, but they won't hesitate to attack if she gives them a reason to, and they will do it without remorse.
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • History of Lucidsins (open, WIP) you shouldn't've asked... 0.0

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Tracking! This is really interesting 0:
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • plot with novabeam owo/

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Perhaps she can interact with Cowboy? They've got some real issues at the moment and are particularly apathetic, "violent" because of trauma, and they're also currently "stuck" as a child because trauma has forced them to try and work through what's happened in their earlier childhood, so.. maybe they can meet Nova? I'm not sure how it'd work out, considering their uncertain personality, but still.
    Or they could have an AU, so that Cowboy can have a real gun with them, and Nova has to try and convince this tiny kid not to shoot her.
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • Plot with Duskmire!!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Perhaps a human AU in which Dusk spooks a wandering Cowboy and they pull their gun out on Dusk, and Dusk starts regretting his life choices because there's this scrawny-looking, abandoned kid with a gun aimed at their centre mass?
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • Plot with Duskmire!!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]!!
    I can — I'll post it here once I've done.
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • egged on by ecstasy — private, au

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]— click for reference!


    They look about eight or nine, covered in bandaids, wearing a sheriff's hat in a mockery of dress-up, but the revolver gripped absently in their left hand is by no means a toy. It's loaded and ready, and if the trigger is pulled, the poor object of the child's fixation will not survive much longer. In their life, they've become an impressive shot — they know where to aim when the target is fleeing, fail to show empathy or guilt of any sort when they gun someone down, and they twirl their weapon like it truly is just a toy, harmless and ineffectual and there only to make them look cool. Some people have indeed mistaken it for an accessory — but they know the truth. They know the truth because they've seen what happens when someone gets too cocky, comes too close, thinks they've found an easy meal in the form of a small and unassuming kid wearing a sheriff's hat and coloured plasters.


    Bang, bang. The Cowboy's in town, and they know no mercy.


    The late-night snack of choice today is a Mars Bar; they stand just on the in of a dead-end alley in a town they don't recognise, eating with small bites and listening between mouthfuls for danger. The chocolate bar is much too small, but they're small, too — likely due to a lack of food, but that tiny stature helps them now. They're elusive, they can survive on very little, and they're unassuming. The only people who pick fights with kids this small are assholes that deserve to be dead, anyway. It's a belief they hold stubbornly, one that they will perhaps never relinquish. Their last kill was three days ago, but that was because he was going to manhandle them out of his shop, and they were starving; they needed something to eat, they saw prepackaged sandwiches, and their hunger won out. It's not their fault the shopkeeper decided he was going to try and stop them, is it? Of course it isn't.


    Bang, bang. They just reacted to survive.


    And they'll do it again. Cock their gun and pull the trigger and blast a bullet through some idiot's throat. Today, as they're licking their fingers clean of melted chocolate in the dark — it's got to be almost midnight, and the streets are meant to be secluded at this time, aren't they? Must be a weird town — the threat comes in the form of sudden footsteps, and they move before they have time to consider anything, tightening their grip on the gun and pointing it right at the culprit's centre-mass. Like any good guy — 'cause they're the good guy, right? They don't know any more. They're the protagonist of their own story, but other people's opinions are up for debate — they'll give this person, whoever they are, a chance to back off; but if he doesn't, well. They just hope he doesn't mind some kid blowing out his guts at point-blank range.
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • Plot with Duskmire!!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Here you go!
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • PLOT WITH THIS HANDSOME, LONELY ASSHOLE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Hmm.. Cowboy basically doesn't trust any adult, so they'll automatically be on edge around Roman, especially if they find out that he's a rapist. Perhaps they can have an AU? As a warning, in AUs, that gun of theirs isn't fake, and they also aren't afraid to use it if they feel threatened. Roman is allowed to do whatever they want to them, though, so long as he doesn't permanently maim or kill them >w<
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • she's lost control — private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]I'M GONNA RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB AND SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT! are her attacks meant to bother him? She bashes the pot to the side and he catches himself with telekinesis, levitates so he's on her level, gets right in her face and aims to poke her with a leaf. You think destroying this body will do anything? I have thousands. Thousands! I'll get you one day. I'll TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF and see what sound you make as your flesh peels apart. with the exception of the gurgling howls, his voice is light and childish, grinning mask unmoving as he gestures wildly.


    In his head, Wyatt pushes against him. It's a subtle oh god, I left him alone, he's gonna kill someone, but it distracts Sunny temporarily, because Christ, Sunny, you can't kill clan-mates, that's not allowed. And why is that? If one was to translate his 'injury' into animal terms, she's just ripped off a sizeable portion of his face. That counts as attacking a clan-mate; should she not be punished? But, I mean, whatever. Bet you just thought I was a flower, huh? Flowers don't have feelings. Flowers don't care. Flowers don't give a damn if you push yourself into their personal space and rip their petals off like some sadistic little— he breaks off. So no worries. Forget about it. Easy mistake to make. and just like that, he appears to have forgiven her, setting his wheeled plant-pot back on the ground.
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    info — updated 2nd july

  • [ HI THERE ][ open, meet&greet ][ HOWDY-DO? ]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;]Why should he? She's the one who called him an asshole.
    "In your books, that warrants death, though."
    What? No. I don't judge people for telling the truth.
    It's a quiet conversation — or it would be, were Sunny not speaking at his usual volume, thus audible to the others — exchanged between the duo as they approach, an odd pair to say in the least. Wyatt is definitely the more normal of the two, short and golden-furred, with all-green eyes and a pink baseball cap, bruised around the legs and nervous-looking, but otherwise fine; it's Sunny that's odd, a white sunflower in a plant-pot-on-wheels, rolling after Wyatt using telekinesis and conversing with him using sound-wave manipulation. With a mask over his 'centre' to give him a smiling face, he's unusually creepy — a flower speaking in a child's voice is bound to be, though, right?


    Settling down, the duo turn towards the host of the meet and greet. "Uh, um, hey, I'm— I'm Wyatt. Wyatt Schumacher." the feline greets with a nod. "And, uh, this is Sunny. Nice to meetcha."
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    info — updated 2nd july