[Marpan]

possible reserve! uwu
basic idea and such
owns a healing mineral bathhouse atop a mountain
boils all water used in house with their fire to infuse it with their healing abilities
bathhouse is massive and mysterious, getting lost at least once is a guarantee


WELP he's still a total babe but I couldn't make the magic happen sorry about that!
Good luck to everyone! Can't wait to see who claims this bangin' dish of a plumie

[suneater]

whoops ignore~

[Vee Maxima]

Omg stalking *_*
This is beautiful, Char!

[Syra]

Oh wow... QvQ
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MY IDEAS
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-Hades? - Male -Pansexual Panromantic? -Chaotic Neutral
-Self-styled god since he holds the powers to heal and harm
-Not immortal, but uses his powers selfishly to heal himself of age, so very old
-Very vain and self-entitled: feels anything he wants or likes -including people- should and will be his one way or another, though he never straight out steals.
-Highly logical, but also passionate and easily swayed by rage
-Possessive: what's his is his and he doesn't like to share. Things he cannot completely have and control interest him, but also frustrate him

[babyguts]

Username: Nightwolf. (XD hoping to get my first plumie)
Name: BlueStorm (storm) (Kitty)
Gender: Female
backstory: BlueStorm (Kitty, at the time) was raised by a human, living on an island bluff overlooking the Atlantic ocean. She always was thinking about running away. One night, she finally did it. However, it was the worst night to do it, as there was a storm coming in. Splashing into the rough waves, lightning, strangely blue, hit her human's home, and it turned to ashes and burnt almost immediately. She skittered up onto an un-burnt piece of drift wood and floated on the sea, back to the main land. Before she arrived, The lightning struck her small raft, traveling up her legs and into her body. Her eyes blazed a vibrant blue, and and flame like marking appeared on her back. Toughing the raft, it rebuilt its self. She tried it on something else, another piece near her, her paws were surrounded by a blue fire, which fixed the driftwood at the touch of her paw. Kitty renamed herself BlueStorm, after that fateful night.
Personality: Bluestorm is bold, at shy at times. she is also friendly, stands up for others, and is very helpful at times.
Art:

[Blumoonwolf]

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☁ Ayumi Flyte
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☁ May 12th ♉

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"The girl writhes in self loathing, for she is both cursed and blessed with the flame, for everything she touches turns to ash." -Discter (User who made the art, a huge thanks!)
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Ayumi loves to listen to music.
No matter what comes her way, listening to music is the way out of any problem.
And the fact is, music can be anything you want it to be.
If you listen, and I mean really listen, everything has it's own sound.
The pattering of rain on a stormy day, accompianed with the gentle whisper of the wind, gives her the feeling of being alive.
Or maybe it's the sound of the forest, which could have a million sounds within it itself.
The wind, the birds chirping, croaking of the frogs, maybe the call of a wolf pack even, or the dew falling off a flower, all of it is beautiful.

Of course, sometimes Ayumi will be brave enough to visit the town nearby.
This is where she peeks into the blue house on the corner; where she slinks around to the back.
A young girl sits in her room, playing the most beautiful sound she's ever heard, on two different instruments.
Ayumi will lay down, and close her eyes, letting herself flow with the music. Those days are the happy days.

No matter what though, music is what captures her heart!~

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Ayumi refuses to talk about her past.
The only thing she will say about it, is that she misses her home.
The home she destroyed with her fire.

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Shy-Playful-Loyal-Stubborn-Inquisitive

Ayumi's personality changes as you get to know her.
At first she's shy, and unwilling to talk unless it's an emergency.
Then as she knows you she'll open up and talk, mess around, and she'll even be loyal, putting her faith in you.
Then, if you start to push her to do things she doesn't want, she'll put her foot down.
She won't be the shy Plumerian anymore, she thinks she knows the best for any of her friends... because she actually knows them!

But Ayumi is unique in more than one way!
When comparing an idea, she almost never gives an answer without looking at the other side's view point.
She dislikes that people compare "Good" and "Bad."
Because you almost never know the whole story, right?
The snotty ambitious prince could be an orphan, who only wants to share his life with someone else.
That homeless wanderer could be a straight-A student, who couldn't pay for college.
And so on, it doesn't always have to be the rich-poor or vice versa, the point is, you never know their point of view, you never really know the whole story, so who are you to judge?

She views life with all the beauty it has, and her questions about it never seem to cease.
But the questions she asks, whether it be a friend or a random stranger, will send you away wondering about it for the next day, or even the day after that.
Many times people seek her out to give her an answer, but Ayumi has already moved on, studying the rings on a tree, or a new type of bird that has a brand new song for every day that comes.

But the one thing she lives by, beautiful world aside, is her favorite quote.
"In a world where you can be anything... Be Yourself."

Ayumi also hates using her blue flame.
She has been trying for as long as she can remember to learn how to control it.
She's tried multiple times to heal someone, but instead burns them.
She hasn't ever forgiven herself for every time she burns them.
Ayumi has almost mastered it, but she feels awkward when using it to heal in front of someone.
And a side effect is, she's blind for a period of time after using it.
She doesn't really mind, it's always been that way, the harder it is to heal the person with the injury, the longer she'll stay blind.
It's never been more than a couple of hours, and there's no side affect from using it to hurt someone, except for a bit of dizziness.

But because of that, she's resorted to using traditional herbs to heal, which she has a knack for using along with recognizing what does what, as she has an excellent memory.

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[Pyromaniacal]

Part I
The accident

███It was just a car crash, the reporters said.
███It was an accident, said the police.
███There was an explosion, the witnesses said. A blue one.
███He should be fine, the doctors said. He isn’t hurt.
███Oh, but he was. In the strangest way. For none of them realized that the explosion the witnesses went on about had actually happened — and what it had done. This young male plumie, identified as Emmett Ingraham by the police, would never be the same.
███Only later would the doctors realize the nature of the strange energy the plumie controlled and what had really happened. In the distress of the crash, Emmett tried to save himself with the fire — and while he kept himself from injury, his fire gave him something else. Two more identities, now one for each tail, joined Emmett in his body. Doctors labelled it dissociative identity disorder, or DID, despite it being the far strangest case any of them had ever seen.

Part II
The usual
Ramirez is the most common identity.

███Poppyseed leaned back in her chair, slurping her iced tea. “Sure you won’t switch randomly on me today?”
███I sighed. “No promises.” It was hard to get a good rep when sometimes you’d turn into a haughty pretend-god or an insane, blithering little lump out of the blue. “I’ll try, but no promises.”
Poppy was my closest friend, who had stuck with me almost since the accident, but she still didn’t trust me completely, and with good reason. Once, in a fit while I had switched to Dramidius, I apparently had lashed out at her with my fire and potentially could’ve hurt her really severely. I don’t remember it, but I believe her.
███“You have to be sure,” Poppy said in an official-sounding monotone as she passed me a paper. Emmett Ingraham, my given name (which I hate, by the way; my name is Ramirez, not Emmett), was scrawled across the top in Poppy’s distinctive cursive. “Poppy!” I snorted, and I could see from Poppy’s subtle smile that it had all been a joke. I finished my frappe, and Poppy finished her tea, and we headed out toward wherever looked interesting.

Part III
The dominant
While it is far rarer to see them, Dramidius is considered Emmett’s dominant personality as they are often reverted to
when big decisions need to be made or when Emmett is being attacked.

███They laugh at me! Laugh at me, Dramidius, god of all worlds, all universes! Ha! For they shall soon pay for their mistakes, I am a god! Do they not realize this mystical power which I possess? Surely they realize I am superior to them in every way? For this power of mine, with it I have defeated opponents ten times my size! Twenty times my size! For none of them realize that I am not a weakling, that they should obey me!
███Look, my tails, see? I have three! I must immortal, must I? I am a god, I have the stupendous power of the kitsune, and yet while I should be perfect I somehow am not. It is this mortal form of mine! There are others here, invading me, they wish to be gods as well! They are not. I shall show them, I shall show them one day. One day when I’m a proper god! One day when this mockery ends and everyone worships me instead!

Part IV
The original
Before the accident, Emmett was quiet and rule-following. Since then, he has devolved slowly into insanity and perceives
the world very differently from how he once did. Emmett is now the least dominant identity.

███This is the ninety-second day of my imprisonment.
███Those two, I thought them angels. They told me they could save me, save me from the blue fire I was cursed with. Little did I realize they were made of it themselves.
███I know I’m insane. They’re hallucinations, I would swear, just like all the rest, if no one else could see them. I’m the only hallucination now - locked away here in myself. But is it really me anymore? Or is it them? The demons?
███I did this to myself, but I can’t undo it. The flare, it meant to save me.
███It only saved them. The world is cruel. I’m just a plaything… a plaything for the universe.
███Karma? Feh. I’ve gotten more than I deserve.
███Can you save me? Locked away in the depths of myself?


All art/coding/writing by me • Poppyseed belongs to me

[Wulfjaw]

Reserve!!

[nimuulap]

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見つけた Mitsuketa

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Username:
Paluumin (was purplepandaj)

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Gender:
Male
(although his name is commonly given to girls)

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Personality?
Mischievous; Trouble-maker; Loud; Crazy; Creepy
"Yandere."

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Job?
Truth-seeker
"Just like the fire, you don't know if its hot or cold..."




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Story?

Note: you've tried to keep your feelings inside and lie about your current situation so that the ones you treasure won't worry too much about you. In other words, you wanted to be strong.
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It was annoying you, the three-tailed creature who was currently laughing at you. It sickened you to hear its voice in a mocking tone and it only made you angrier on the inside. Of course, you wouldn’t show your anger just yet. Instead, you eyed the metal rod that lay a few metres from your current spot. Just get rid of it, was what you thought, thinking this animal was in your way, trying to ignore the lifeless bodies around you. The thought of it made you cringe; how could he kill the ones important to you?

“No need to hide it; I can feel it from here!” he joked as he tried to calm his laughter, which only made you clench your teeth. Grabbing the metal stick you eyed earlier, you swung at it with mighty force, only to have only to have the plumerian dodge it. Perhaps there was no reason to be so violent, but what the masked creature did was unforgivable; he had killed them.

He had killed the ones important to you, and you wanted nothing but revenge.

Going in for another swing, your efforts were useless for the animal seemed to be enjoying itself. The wind pecked your skin as you tried to catch your breath, realizing you had been fighting for a while. The city below seemed busy as ever while the dark yet starry sky remained calm as you stared at the masked plumerian with hatred.

“Didn’t you want to become stronger?” he queried as you caught a glance of his wicked smile behind the mask. He wants to tire you out, you thought, yet another part of you was telling you to become stronger and to keep going. If you were stronger, would they be still lying in their own pools of blood? Running up once again, the plumerian turned the tables as it grabbed the rod with its mouth and threw you over the edge of the roof, leaving you screaming and coming face-to-face with the ground below. You were falling towards your death, unable to stop nor call for help as the ground came closer and closer until---

You stopped falling.

The dumb creature who threw you over saved you with its three tails, grinning at you with that same smile. Pulling you back up, he started to laugh at your reaction.

“Humans are so funny yet stupid,” he mocked as he circled around you, your face expressing awe and confusion. Didn’t he want to kill you just like how he did to them?

“Being strong isn’t about locking your feelings, lying about them nor knowing martial arts.” the plumie finally stated as he came to a stop.

“So what is it?” you asked, giving up on fighting back due to the pain that radiated throughout your entire body.

“That’s up to you to find out.” he finally stated as he made his way towards the exit, leaving you there all alone.

“Oh, and they’re not dead, just unconscious. I would never kill a human.” the plumerian finally stated before leaving with a chuckle. Your eyes widened as you suddenly turned around to face the door, only to see it shut as if nothing had ever happened. Looking towards the bodies of your precious ones, you smiled a bit, letting your thoughts run through your mind.

Someday for sure, you’ll find what the answer is for you. It might take days or years, but he knows you’ll find it eventually.
And when you do, you’ll say, "見つけた (I found it)"
A blue flame will light up when you say it.

Note: he's helped with many other situations and will continue to.





❝The fox? Yeah, he helped me find the reason to live.❞xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Credits:
All art by Paluumin (me)

Story writing by Paluumin (me)

Story editing (mainly grammar) by Greenleaf (go check out her stories, they're amazing)

Photograph (last image) taken by Greenleaf's dad (original)

Photo editing by Paluumin (me)

Word Count: 748/750

[cacticollie]

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Name: petra
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