[zelay]

Please don't post before Akami-chan does, thank you <3

What is a Mutato?

In a rapidly changing world of rapidly accumulating toxic waste, Mutatoes take to the sky.
These creatures, affectionately dubbed Mutatoes, are a sad combination of an unknown creature, radioactive material, and a potato.
They live in the sky and consume UV radiation. They are the new era of Super Man.

At birth Mutatoes are about the size of a potato and can grow to around the size of a basketball.
Generally they are busy creatures who would prefer flying to being carried.
The Mutato is filled with the same kind of gases that its tail is made of.
These gases are currently unidentified, but are lighter than air- enabling them to fly.
They can stay in the air for a maximum of 20 hours straight before they need to land and "rest".
Though, when they can't be in the air, Mutatoes pace... a lot.

You may add one extra
Things you must include:
+Your Username
+Name of the Mutato
++Reason for choosing the name
+What fits this theme?

Ends on August 1st

Sadly, this is my last Mutato as a guest artist, so please try to make your forms nice c:

[Akami-chan]

❦ Hello! My name is Lilysplash, the name of my beloved Warriors fursona. However, if you feel as if my name is a bit of a mouthful, feel free to address me with simply "Lily", or if you're a fan of Japanese names, "Suiren" or "Yuri". I'm overjoyed for an opportunity at this gorgeous little angel, and wish good luck to everybody! Now, enough about me! Let's move onto this lovely little mutato.


❦ After much pondering, I came up with a few names, most of which I eliminated after a glance. Too trite, too cliché, too overused and unoriginal! Amour? Seriously? Way to be bland.
However, one name struck me as perfect: Konagona ni Ai. As this name is in Japanese, a direct translation to English would be "Shattered Love". Those who are familiar with this elegant mutato (though not many are) call her "Konagona" for short.


❦ "Shattered Love". What a hollow-sounding, cold-hearted name. Indeed, it is a name that carries a bitter connotation on its shoulders, a constant reminder of the past. With a first glance at this darling, most people would have instantly thought of names reminiscent of dew-beaded roses and love. What brought me to think of a darker name, shadowed with pain instead of bathed in Venus's light of love? It simply fits her appearance, theme, and personality. Her delicate floral patterning may seem romantic at first, but within deeper inspection, the stitched heart comes into view. The same goes with her name: seemingly lovely, but with a macabre meaning underneath its superficial aspects.


❦ One's themes tend to span across vast plains of subjects, clashing and colliding, often contradictory even though they piece a character together like an intricate puzzle. Why would this law, solid as diamond for literature, art, music, and life, be different for Konagona? Rather the opposite. She has many themes herself, each reflecting an aspect of her personality and history buried deep within her.
One theme, the most obvious, perhaps, is heartbreak. Shown by her stitched heart, heartbreak was always prominent in her life, resurfacing many times over. Her heart shattered again and again, and eventually, she gave up in trying to piece it back together, letting those delicate seams fall apart, letting her chest ache with pain of days gone by.
Passion is another easily understood theme. Roses, the blossom of love and passion, span across her body. The most conspicuous rose is undoubtedly the grayed one, in the center of her body, incandescent with pulchritude but colorless, leeched into a grayscale of black and white. Her passion, once so lively, is now dead, her romance vanishing with it.
Finally, mystery and death. She is broken, now fragile, a forgotten shell of her past, screamed out by her pattern. Once, long ago, perhaps she was something, a memory of days gone by... But that is now a mystery. She, herself, is a mystery to others, a confusion marring their otherwise clear sights. Her life was shrouded, indeed, by bewilderment, pain, death, a ghost haunting her every step. Death is illustrated, a macabre aspect, by her image as a whole. She died, on the inside, watching others die around her.


❦ As a child, Konagona was always timid and shy, awfully insignificant against the bleak sky grayed by smog. She was just dubbed "that weird outsider", pushed to a side in the bustling society of Mutatoes. She was always a bit on the petit side, frail and breakable in comparison to her larger, energy-filled classmates. She was often forgotten, a shadow, nothing new. However, at heart, she longed to be unique, to stand out and be admired. Sure, she was pretty, but not as pretty as those other girls who sported jewel-spangled ribbons to school, wearing lacy dresses that their mothers bestowed upon them with pride. She was intelligent, but too quiet to ever say any answers, so teachers assumed her mute and bored. She didn't quite have talent, not musical nor athletic, horrible at playing the typical, childish recess games. Socializing was not her forte, as she shrunk back at a single loud word. Parents coming to pick up their children would whisper amongst one another, casting backward glances at the loner girl pacing about. At this, she only felt utterly useless about herself. Being the doormat that she was, she assumed that all fault was hers, always taking the blame, never getting angry but instead lowering her limited self-esteem. Through all of her shyness, she still had a heart of gold, always assuming the best of people and being secretly romantic under her sullen surface.
She lived with her father, a serious but loving parent, far away from the other children. Her mother had vanished long ago, and her name, her father said, was "a reminder of how her love and my pain will last forever". She was his eternity, and she cherished the fact, holding her name with the jubilee and pride of having her father's love. He was brave, strong, and just, traits she modeled herself after... or at least tried to. Whenever she's attempt a meager feat of courage, whether soaring too high up or saying hello to somebody, she would always come crashing down again into a fit of stammering and hurt. Her father, her beloved father, stood by her in all of this, cleaning her wounds and healing her spirit with stories of the family she'd never had. She never questioned the idea of a mother, or the thought of how she disappeared; her father had enough love for the whole world.
Her comparatively happy childhood ended abruptly in seven short years, cut short by one less heart beating, one less figure breathing and dreaming and loving. She had went home that day from an especially long six hours of taunting at school, only to find him lying dead in his bed.
The world changed from then. Shock, pain, and denial quickly followed up, unbidden tears flowing. Unbeknownst to Konagona ni Ai, her heart had cracked for the first time, and she scrambled to stitch it back with disbelief. He was not dead. He couldn't have been. He was her father. For the first time, rage consumed her weak, trembling body as it shook with sobs. He was murdered, she knew it... the other mutatoes were wrong, calling it suicide. He was killed that day, taken away from her, gone. All because of an evil creature on the loose.
She started to distance herself from the world, hollow and suddenly nonchalant. She acquired a consistent stammer and her voice softened to a bitter whisper, almost sounding apathetic and robotic. Her ruby eyes darkened a shade in mourning. Nothing broke her out of her stormy cloud of dismay and depression except for a certain sunny face, the eye of her hurricane, the rainbow to her thunderstorm. Three or four years later, a handsome young mutato had caught her attention, charming and clever. She was prone to sudden blushing in his presence, and she wouldn't say a word in fear of embarrassment. He was her prince, like in those books she so loved to read. He was her knight in shining armor, valiant and courageous, everything she wished she could be. She gravitated towards him unintentionally, squeaking a surprised excuse whenever she found herself too close. Her romantic side took over on those rare, delightful moments, causing her heart to flutter faster. It wasn't the appearance, perhaps, that she liked, but rather his personality and the idea of a lover, someone to magically wipe away troubles or cuddle with. Her fantasies started to lean towards illogical, making him too perfect, a magician perfected in the art of joy and problem solving. It was all fiction, and she knew it, also knowing that she never stood a chance. Indeed, her heart suffered from another crack when he moved away at the age of thirteen, never seeing her again. She hadn't even been able to confess, too wrapped up in her fairy tale world to muster the bravery.
She sealed herself off again, a seemingly emotionless mutato in a harsh world. Many years passed in the solitary confinement she forced upon herself, this time really questioning her name and appearance. A stitched heart? Konagona ni Ai? It was an omen of heartbreak, again and again. The thought nearly crushed her, until yet another mutato brightened her life.
She had been many years older when she saw the little mutato, huddled in the cold, a bundle no older than five or six. She was tiny, a pale, powder blue, a pink rosebud on her nearly translucent tail. Instantly, she felt it, the foreign emotion of love swelling up again. It was a different sort of love, deeper than the past childish fling she had moped over, different than the love she gave to her long-dead father. It was protective, passionate, burning. She would take care of this little mutato no matter what, offer her a perfect home, be her sister.
Thus, she met fragile Verity Rose, as delicate as gossamer and rather sickly. All the same, Konagona took care of her with risk of her own life, giving the orphaned mutato a home she never could've had. They were sisters, the best of sisters, the best family either could remember. As Verity was often sick, Konagona sat by her bed and told her own stories, making them up as she went. It became a new passion, a lighthearted activity both adored. Spinning fantastical tales out of sheer imagination, making fictional worlds come alive with her words alone... it was her love, her newfound talent. She illustrated her stories with vividly drawn pictures, occasionally reading classics of literature when her creativity ran dry. The younger mutato's presence was changing Konagona, erasing her stutter and raising her voice to an audible level. Her long unused heart started pumping again, sending love to her little sister.
However, the fact that Verity Rose was sick was undeniable: she got paper each day, not sleeping well or growing like a mutato her age. They both chose to ignore the blatant pain that came with the fact, chasing it away with more wonderlands and whimsical dreams. Konagona's written stories gained popularity, soon desired to be published in countless sources. She was ecstatic. Her books- from murder to fantasy to romance- would be read everywhere! Verity Rose, too, was giddy with excitement. Konagona was meant to meet with a publisher about the book one day, but Verity felt too tired to follow her. Hasty and drunken with her own success, Konagona ni Ai allowed her adopted sister to stay home in a fleeting moment of foolishness.
The meeting was successful, and the book was to be published and sold everywhere... but the price was heavy. Thrilled with her achievement, the once-shy mutato hurried home, only to hear nothing. She called for Verity, but to no avail- she remained silent. Konagona found her limp in bed, chest not moving, rushing her to the hospital, but it was too late. She was gone.
The familiar sensation of loss flooded her, but this time in an overwhelming deluge stronger than the last. She... Verity... her precious Verity... gone forever. The whole sensation of hurt dawned upon her, blinding her with pain for the first time, the impact of death fully understood. Every person she'd truly loved was taken away forever.
With that, her heart shattered into tiny fragments of dirty gold, and Konagona didn't attempt to retrieve them, to sew them back. Love only brought loss and pain. She locked herself away yet again, distanced and jaded, but this time only on the inside. She was still kind, a pushover, and an aspiring author, but drowning in sorrow underneath her half-smile. Although she still wrote, the sincerity in her words were replaced with a barely distinguishable sense of falseness. Barely any learned her story, but she was willing to tell it to eager enough young mutatoes if they asked in the right way. However, if one looked closely enough at the cover of any book she wrote, a faint outline of a mutato could be found, barely visible in the shadows, petit and almost translucent. Was it Verity? Or herself? Only those who cared enough to try to get close to the locked-away Konagona ni Ai could find out if they listened closely enough to her own tragic tale.

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[not a talking cat]

what's your username?
why hello there! my username is clannad.,but you can call me clanny or clan! i don't mind at all,as long as it's similar to clannad.!
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the name of the mutato is..?
this mutato reminds me a lot of romance because of the roses,so i'm going to name it.. rose. i would have named it romance but it's a bit too meh,but the design is really cute<3
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why did you choose the name again?
as i said above,i chose the name because there are three roses in all. i also thought it'd be cute since it's simple,and because roses are like a sign of romance,and there's a stitched heart which probably means someone got back together with someone they loved.
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what fits this theme?
like i kinda said before again,romance and love and kisses and yeah. all because to me,roses are a sign of love and and yeah,and the heart is stitched back together and it's being connected again.
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anything else or extras?
i may or may not order\get art!
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[mindfreakmagic]

~Your Username: mindfreakmagic~

~Name of the Mutato: Rose Noire (Black Rose in French)

~Reason for choosing the name: I wanted to find a fitting name that is a dual meaning, not too feminine, and not too dark. A versatile name that could go for either. Rose is a name that can be applied to the versatility of the Mutato. And since there is a rose that will be on the main body, it only makes sense.

~What fits this theme? Romance and The Fallout. (Sounds like a band)

[extraterrestrial]

Reserved my goodness :D

[pIanted]

USERNAME;;
My username is Primrose Minou,
named after my fursona;
Though I would really love you if
you'd call me Mango as a nickname c;

-put something here-

NAME OF THIS MADMOISELLE;;

Huge coding problem and a Whippity wip >n>

[greeenspice]

its a beautiful mutato, but i am dropping out, sorry!

[lucky thirteen]

User; ~ Shadowpaw ~ , How do you ?
Name Chosen: Lila Rosa, I changed it a bit but in it's original form, ' Lila Rose' it means Purple Rose in Hungarian.
Reason for name: It's because her tail has a purple rose on it, and ever since she was little she adored it.
Where ever she went, others admired her beauty and always named her Lila Rosa, Because of her rose.
She also adored the rose because it signified many things, attraction at first sight, Elegance, Enchantment, and Majesty.
And that is the glory of this fair maiden's name.
What fits the theme: Romantic, Elegant, Heart Breaker ect.
Personality: Charming and beautiful, Angelic and helpful. Certainly sugar and spice and everything nice. She
Loves To help out and combs her hair daily. You'll mostly see her walking down the street, Handing out roses so that
the receivers can take part in it's beauty. She is sometimes found smelling the roses, or painting them. Sometimes when she sees
Friends in a fight or a couple breaking up, she has the ability to stop their fighting and bind their relationships back together.
That is why she has that birthmark.

[sapiosexual]

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Wolfeh-Da-Great

Condesque

This beautiful Mutato was based on this character, Her Imperial Condescension

To me, the theme fits a broken but healing romance. The heart being stitched back together is a sign of being healed, and the roses the sign of love.

Her interests include a passion for obscure literature and creative writing (about which she is very secretive). She is interested in the bestially strange and fictitious and dabbles in psychoanalysis. She has a very mature exterior and regards everything in a cold black-and-white manner.
She uses elegant speech. Her personality can be described as one of stoic intelligence. There's no denying that she's rather intellectual, and she isn't reluctant to show it through inventive use of her extensive vocabulary. She can seem snarky and even hurtful at times due to her constant sarcastic tone, and is fairly reclusive, rarely initiating conversation unless it is important. She conceals her true feelings rather well.
She is private about her own belongings and doesn't like to share private things with anyone. Cynicism comes easily to her; she has difficulty admitting the sincerity of certain actions. She jokes very little, and is prone to sarcasm. She often peppers her sentences with long words, confusing many, and she is cognizant of her own mistakes.She is quiet, emotionless, studious, and sarcastic. She can always come up with a witty remark. Her appearance and attitude appears to be that of a typical modern goth. She is often portrayed as a mature individual, often giving her own advice to the others about various subjects, and generally staying cool and calm, even in desperate situations.

[Bladecat]

what's your username?
why hello !!!!!! I'm spottedleaf and would LOVE to have this adorable little guy
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What is the name and Reason for choosing the name

Sweet heart Is what I would call it ' it is as sweet as sugar ( ADORABLE ) and is eyes are as red as a rose
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what fits this theme?
Romance , like a girl with a brown heart is is being stitched together by love and the rose is a present . It also represents me
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anything else or extras?
it is amazing I love it






Ahh adorableness * faints *