[WitchSoul0123]

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
+Story about this mutato and a butterfly:

August 1 shall be the time of ending...
This is my first Mutato as a guest artist. I'm fairly proud of how I did, esspecialy since this is only my seccond time doing linless art^^

Do Not post until Akami-san or Tsukiko-san reserve the seccond post^^

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ
aristocrat.
ｎａｍｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｍｕｔａｔｏ
errantia aviator, or, for a nickname, avi
ｒｅａｓｏｎ ｆｏｒ ｃｈｏｏｓｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｎａｍｅ
errantia aviator is latin for 'wandering aviator'. an aviator is a person involved in flying an aircraft.
as a creature who can fly, a butterfly could be considered an aviator in some minds, as it directs it's
wings as if it were a pilot on a plane. butterflies constantly move around, wandering from
place to place, which is why i thought the name of errantia aviator, or wandering aviator, would
be a suitable name for this mutato c:
ｓｔｏｒｙ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｍｕｔａｔｅ ａｎｄ ａ ｂｕｔｔｅｒｆｌｙ

when i was younger, i dreamed about butterflies.

no matter what color, what size, i dreamed about butterflies. what seemed like millions of them,
swarming around me and coating me in a brilliant ball of happiness. they always seemed
familiar to me in a way that i couldn't explain, but yet they changed in every dream, with their
patterns and actual selves. all except one. he was my friend, but not my friend. we were
constantly trying to outdo each other, in everything. there was nothing we wanted
more than to be better than the other. in the midst of our competing, we sort of... bonded.
we became friends.

but everyone grows up. i left behind my dreams and my friend for things i could do in reality.
that was his world, not mine, and i didn't belong there anymore.

as a mutato i was in the air most of my life. i always loved flying, which is a common trait among us,
of course. but still, there was this pull towards flying that had me captivated, entranced, even.
my entire world revolved around what i could do up in the air but couldn't do on the
ground. i've heard of the saying freedom isn't free, but when i was in the air, flying high,
there was no price to my freedom.

eventually, my memories faded into new experiences and i forgot about my dreams. there was
no point in remembering, so i didn't.

i lived out my life like any other mutato: flying, resting, pacing, and repeating the process.
one day, i had just arrived somewhere. i don't actually quite remember where it was, but it
would outside and there were all sorts of peaceful sounds coming in every direction, coming
together in a blissful harmony. i had been flying for a long time and settled down to rest for a
time. i was pacing back and forth, looking about myself to the wonders of the area, when
something flew into my face.

i thought i was being attacked. attacked by what... me being my mindless self, i have no idea what
i thought was attacking me. i pawed at it in defense, stumbling away and onto my back. something
landed on my cute little nose and i tried to focus in on what it was. what a strain on my eyes,
that was! the creature eventually fluttered off, making itself apparent. it was a butterfly. he seemed
familiar, but i couldn't recall where or when i had seen him.

and then i thought about something i had said to myself. "they always seemed familiar to me in a way
that i couldn't explain." it had taken me a very long while, but i remembered my dreams, my friend.
i think he remembered me as well, because the next thing he did was fly up, up very high.

it was a challenge. the obvious had become apparent to me once again, and memories of our constant
battling came to me.

a squeak was uttered, my squeak, and a raced up in the air after him. i bounced up and down for a
moment, watching my long-time-long-time-ago friend, waiting for his next move. the butterfly
danced in the air, making loops and invisible designs. a tiny smirk edged it's way across my face, and
i began to swirl around and around. at one point in this, maybe just a few moments into my spinning,
maybe several minutes, i couldn't tell, i shot up.

i went up as far as i could go, still spinning, when i began to slowly shift my way down. slowly turned
into quickly, and quickly turned into speedily, and speedily turned into a rapid spiral. i was just
inches from the surface of my world when i stopped. stopped. floating to the ground, i dipped my head
in a bow.

the butterfly was staring at me. i stared at him in return. this went on for a moment before a slow
smile spread across my face, as did on my old friend's face.

i did remember the challenges we both had, but at first i couldn't quite recall why i had constantly
visited my butterfly friend in my dreams. and then... at that moment... i did.
i remembered my happiness.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ

┏ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┓ ┏ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┓

┗ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┛ ┗ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┛

avi is quite the complicated little fellow. true to his name, this mutato is constantly wandering around from place to place. some may glance at him, and pass him by for just another cute mutato, but he isn't. avi longs to be different, unique in a way that others of his species aren't. if you tear that confident façade down, one shall only see a small mutato with a big dream. but of course, that doesn't mean he isn't confident. he often uses his confidence to mask some emotions he'd rather keep to himself. but at times he can get cocky and, though very rarely, vain. it's obvious that avi is competitive. whatever challenge, whatever test, he will do it. he loves to win, loves that savoring glory that seems to flake around him if he succeeds.
but he's wasting his talents for petty challenges. avi is, though some things say against this,
actually very intelligent. though perhaps cunning would hold a better use. he's good
with words, able to twist them into something completely new. he can be crafty at times, being
the little trickster he is.


i hope this was okay!

[Tsukiko-pyon]

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ
aristocrat.
ｎａｍｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｍｕｔａｔｏ
errantia aviator, or, for a nickname, avi
ｒｅａｓｏｎ ｆｏｒ ｃｈｏｏｓｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｎａｍｅ
errantia aviator is latin for 'wandering aviator'. an aviator is a person involved in flying an aircraft.
as a creature who can fly, a butterfly could be considered an aviator in some minds, as it directs it's
wings as if it were a pilot on a plane. butterflies constantly move around, wandering from
place to place, which is why i thought the name of errantia aviator, or wandering aviator, would
be a suitable name for this mutato c:
ｓｔｏｒｙ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｍｕｔａｔｅ ａｎｄ ａ ｂｕｔｔｅｒｆｌｙ

when i was younger, i dreamed about butterflies.

no matter what color, what size, i dreamed about butterflies. what seemed like millions of them,
swarming around me and coating me in a brilliant ball of happiness. they always seemed
familiar to me in a way that i couldn't explain, but yet they changed in every dream, with their
patterns and actual selves. all except one. he was my friend, but not my friend. we were
constantly trying to outdo each other, in everything. there was nothing we wanted
more than to be better than the other. in the midst of our competing, we sort of... bonded.
we became friends.

but everyone grows up. i left behind my dreams and my friend for things i could do in reality.
that was his world, not mine, and i didn't belong there anymore.

as a mutato i was in the air most of my life. i always loved flying, which is a common trait among us,
of course. but still, there was this pull towards flying that had me captivated, entranced, even.
my entire world revolved around what i could do up in the air but couldn't do on the
ground. i've heard of the saying freedom isn't free, but when i was in the air, flying high,
there was no price to my freedom.

eventually, my memories faded into new experiences and i forgot about my dreams. there was
no point in remembering, so i didn't.

i lived out my life like any other mutato: flying, resting, pacing, and repeating the process.
one day, i had just arrived somewhere. i don't actually quite remember where it was, but it
would outside and there were all sorts of peaceful sounds coming in every direction, coming
together in a blissful harmony. i had been flying for a long time and settled down to rest for a
time. i was pacing back and forth, looking about myself to the wonders of the area, when
something flew into my face.

i thought i was being attacked. attacked by what... me being my mindless self, i have no idea what
i thought was attacking me. i pawed at it in defense, stumbling away and onto my back. something
landed on my cute little nose and i tried to focus in on what it was. what a strain on my eyes,
that was! the creature eventually fluttered off, making itself apparent. it was a butterfly. he seemed
familiar, but i couldn't recall where or when i had seen him.

and then i thought about something i had said to myself. "they always seemed familiar to me in a way
that i couldn't explain." it had taken me a very long while, but i remembered my dreams, my friend.
i think he remembered me as well, because the next thing he did was fly up, up very high.

it was a challenge. the obvious had become apparent to me once again, and memories of our constant
battling came to me.

a squeak was uttered, my squeak, and a raced up in the air after him. i bounced up and down for a
moment, watching my long-time-long-time-ago friend, waiting for his next move. the butterfly
danced in the air, making loops and invisible designs. a tiny smirk edged it's way across my face, and
i began to swirl around and around. at one point in this, maybe just a few moments into my spinning,
maybe several minutes, i couldn't tell, i shot up.

i went up as far as i could go, still spinning, when i began to slowly shift my way down. slowly turned
into quickly, and quickly turned into speedily, and speedily turned into a rapid spiral. i was just
inches from the surface of my world when i stopped. stopped. floating to the ground, i dipped my head
in a bow.

the butterfly was staring at me. i stared at him in return. this went on for a moment before a slow
smile spread across my face, as did on my old friend's face.

i did remember the challenges we both had, but at first i couldn't quite recall why i had constantly
visited my butterfly friend in my dreams. and then... at that moment... i did.
i remembered my happiness.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ

┏ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┓ ┏ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┓

┗ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┛ ┗ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┛

avi is quite the complicated little fellow. true to his name, this mutato is constantly wandering around from place to place. some may glance at him, and pass him by for just another cute mutato, but he isn't. avi longs to be different, unique in a way that others of his species aren't. if you tear that confident façade down, one shall only see a small mutato with a big dream. but of course, that doesn't mean he isn't confident. he often uses his confidence to mask some emotions he'd rather keep to himself. but at times he can get cocky and, though very rarely, vain. it's obvious that avi is competitive. whatever challenge, whatever test, he will do it. he loves to win, loves that savoring glory that seems to flake around him if he succeeds.
but he's wasting his talents for petty challenges. avi is, though some things say against this,
actually very intelligent. though perhaps cunning would hold a better use. he's good
with words, able to twist them into something completely new. he can be crafty at times, being
the little trickster he is.


i hope this was okay!

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[Evil Muffin Overlord]

This is quite lovely, Black Rose! ^.^ I'm not trying out, but I wish everyone else luck!

[WitchSoul0123]

Thanks Pie-san^^
I was lucky to get this guest artist position^^

[WitchSoul0123]

Am I allowed to extend the end date if there are no entries, or is there some other thing...

[Evil Muffin Overlord]

I will enter!
Username: Piefairie-x
Name of Mutatoe: Shmetterlinge ( I think that's how it's spelled...). Her nickname would just be Linge.
Reason for name: It means Butterflies in German. ^.^
Story about her and a Butterfly: One day, Linge was walking home, and she saw a beautiful monarch butterfly WIP

[Akami-chan]

Yes you may always extend the end date!

[city,]

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ
aristocrat.
ｎａｍｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｍｕｔａｔｏ
errantia aviator, or, for a nickname, avi
ｒｅａｓｏｎ ｆｏｒ ｃｈｏｏｓｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｎａｍｅ
errantia aviator is latin for 'wandering aviator'. an aviator is a person involved in flying an aircraft.
as a creature who can fly, a butterfly could be considered an aviator in some minds, as it directs it's
wings as if it were a pilot on a plane. butterflies constantly move around, wandering from
place to place, which is why i thought the name of errantia aviator, or wandering aviator, would
be a suitable name for this mutato c:
ｓｔｏｒｙ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｍｕｔａｔｅ ａｎｄ ａ ｂｕｔｔｅｒｆｌｙ

when i was younger, i dreamed about butterflies.

no matter what color, what size, i dreamed about butterflies. what seemed like millions of them,
swarming around me and coating me in a brilliant ball of happiness. they always seemed
familiar to me in a way that i couldn't explain, but yet they changed in every dream, with their
patterns and actual selves. all except one. he was my friend, but not my friend. we were
constantly trying to outdo each other, in everything. there was nothing we wanted
more than to be better than the other. in the midst of our competing, we sort of... bonded.
we became friends.

but everyone grows up. i left behind my dreams and my friend for things i could do in reality.
that was his world, not mine, and i didn't belong there anymore.

as a mutato i was in the air most of my life. i always loved flying, which is a common trait among us,
of course. but still, there was this pull towards flying that had me captivated, entranced, even.
my entire world revolved around what i could do up in the air but couldn't do on the
ground. i've heard of the saying freedom isn't free, but when i was in the air, flying high,
there was no price to my freedom.

eventually, my memories faded into new experiences and i forgot about my dreams. there was
no point in remembering, so i didn't.

i lived out my life like any other mutato: flying, resting, pacing, and repeating the process.
one day, i had just arrived somewhere. i don't actually quite remember where it was, but it
would outside and there were all sorts of peaceful sounds coming in every direction, coming
together in a blissful harmony. i had been flying for a long time and settled down to rest for a
time. i was pacing back and forth, looking about myself to the wonders of the area, when
something flew into my face.

i thought i was being attacked. attacked by what... me being my mindless self, i have no idea what
i thought was attacking me. i pawed at it in defense, stumbling away and onto my back. something
landed on my cute little nose and i tried to focus in on what it was. what a strain on my eyes,
that was! the creature eventually fluttered off, making itself apparent. it was a butterfly. he seemed
familiar, but i couldn't recall where or when i had seen him.

and then i thought about something i had said to myself. "they always seemed familiar to me in a way
that i couldn't explain." it had taken me a very long while, but i remembered my dreams, my friend.
i think he remembered me as well, because the next thing he did was fly up, up very high.

it was a challenge. the obvious had become apparent to me once again, and memories of our constant
battling came to me.

a squeak was uttered, my squeak, and a raced up in the air after him. i bounced up and down for a
moment, watching my long-time-long-time-ago friend, waiting for his next move. the butterfly
danced in the air, making loops and invisible designs. a tiny smirk edged it's way across my face, and
i began to swirl around and around. at one point in this, maybe just a few moments into my spinning,
maybe several minutes, i couldn't tell, i shot up.

i went up as far as i could go, still spinning, when i began to slowly shift my way down. slowly turned
into quickly, and quickly turned into speedily, and speedily turned into a rapid spiral. i was just
inches from the surface of my world when i stopped. stopped. floating to the ground, i dipped my head
in a bow.

the butterfly was staring at me. i stared at him in return. this went on for a moment before a slow
smile spread across my face, as did on my old friend's face.

i did remember the challenges we both had, but at first i couldn't quite recall why i had constantly
visited my butterfly friend in my dreams. and then... at that moment... i did.
i remembered my happiness.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ

┏ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┓ ┏ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┓

┗ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┛ ┗ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┛

avi is quite the complicated little fellow. true to his name, this mutato is constantly wandering around from place to place. some may glance at him, and pass him by for just another cute mutato, but he isn't. avi longs to be different, unique in a way that others of his species aren't. if you tear that confident façade down, one shall only see a small mutato with a big dream. but of course, that doesn't mean he isn't confident. he often uses his confidence to mask some emotions he'd rather keep to himself. but at times he can get cocky and, though very rarely, vain. it's obvious that avi is competitive. whatever challenge, whatever test, he will do it. he loves to win, loves that savoring glory that seems to flake around him if he succeeds.
but he's wasting his talents for petty challenges. avi is, though some things say against this,
actually very intelligent. though perhaps cunning would hold a better use. he's good
with words, able to twist them into something completely new. he can be crafty at times, being
the little trickster he is.


i hope this was okay!

[WitchSoul0123]

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ
aristocrat.
ｎａｍｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｍｕｔａｔｏ
errantia aviator, or, for a nickname, avi
ｒｅａｓｏｎ ｆｏｒ ｃｈｏｏｓｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｎａｍｅ
errantia aviator is latin for 'wandering aviator'. an aviator is a person involved in flying an aircraft.
as a creature who can fly, a butterfly could be considered an aviator in some minds, as it directs it's
wings as if it were a pilot on a plane. butterflies constantly move around, wandering from
place to place, which is why i thought the name of errantia aviator, or wandering aviator, would
be a suitable name for this mutato c:
ｓｔｏｒｙ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｍｕｔａｔｅ ａｎｄ ａ ｂｕｔｔｅｒｆｌｙ

when i was younger, i dreamed about butterflies.

no matter what color, what size, i dreamed about butterflies. what seemed like millions of them,
swarming around me and coating me in a brilliant ball of happiness. they always seemed
familiar to me in a way that i couldn't explain, but yet they changed in every dream, with their
patterns and actual selves. all except one. he was my friend, but not my friend. we were
constantly trying to outdo each other, in everything. there was nothing we wanted
more than to be better than the other. in the midst of our competing, we sort of... bonded.
we became friends.

but everyone grows up. i left behind my dreams and my friend for things i could do in reality.
that was his world, not mine, and i didn't belong there anymore.

as a mutato i was in the air most of my life. i always loved flying, which is a common trait among us,
of course. but still, there was this pull towards flying that had me captivated, entranced, even.
my entire world revolved around what i could do up in the air but couldn't do on the
ground. i've heard of the saying freedom isn't free, but when i was in the air, flying high,
there was no price to my freedom.

eventually, my memories faded into new experiences and i forgot about my dreams. there was
no point in remembering, so i didn't.

i lived out my life like any other mutato: flying, resting, pacing, and repeating the process.
one day, i had just arrived somewhere. i don't actually quite remember where it was, but it
would outside and there were all sorts of peaceful sounds coming in every direction, coming
together in a blissful harmony. i had been flying for a long time and settled down to rest for a
time. i was pacing back and forth, looking about myself to the wonders of the area, when
something flew into my face.

i thought i was being attacked. attacked by what... me being my mindless self, i have no idea what
i thought was attacking me. i pawed at it in defense, stumbling away and onto my back. something
landed on my cute little nose and i tried to focus in on what it was. what a strain on my eyes,
that was! the creature eventually fluttered off, making itself apparent. it was a butterfly. he seemed
familiar, but i couldn't recall where or when i had seen him.

and then i thought about something i had said to myself. "they always seemed familiar to me in a way
that i couldn't explain." it had taken me a very long while, but i remembered my dreams, my friend.
i think he remembered me as well, because the next thing he did was fly up, up very high.

it was a challenge. the obvious had become apparent to me once again, and memories of our constant
battling came to me.

a squeak was uttered, my squeak, and a raced up in the air after him. i bounced up and down for a
moment, watching my long-time-long-time-ago friend, waiting for his next move. the butterfly
danced in the air, making loops and invisible designs. a tiny smirk edged it's way across my face, and
i began to swirl around and around. at one point in this, maybe just a few moments into my spinning,
maybe several minutes, i couldn't tell, i shot up.

i went up as far as i could go, still spinning, when i began to slowly shift my way down. slowly turned
into quickly, and quickly turned into speedily, and speedily turned into a rapid spiral. i was just
inches from the surface of my world when i stopped. stopped. floating to the ground, i dipped my head
in a bow.

the butterfly was staring at me. i stared at him in return. this went on for a moment before a slow
smile spread across my face, as did on my old friend's face.

i did remember the challenges we both had, but at first i couldn't quite recall why i had constantly
visited my butterfly friend in my dreams. and then... at that moment... i did.
i remembered my happiness.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ

┏ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┓ ┏ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┓

┗ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┛ ┗ ━━━━━━━━━-━━ ┛

avi is quite the complicated little fellow. true to his name, this mutato is constantly wandering around from place to place. some may glance at him, and pass him by for just another cute mutato, but he isn't. avi longs to be different, unique in a way that others of his species aren't. if you tear that confident façade down, one shall only see a small mutato with a big dream. but of course, that doesn't mean he isn't confident. he often uses his confidence to mask some emotions he'd rather keep to himself. but at times he can get cocky and, though very rarely, vain. it's obvious that avi is competitive. whatever challenge, whatever test, he will do it. he loves to win, loves that savoring glory that seems to flake around him if he succeeds.
but he's wasting his talents for petty challenges. avi is, though some things say against this,
actually very intelligent. though perhaps cunning would hold a better use. he's good
with words, able to twist them into something completely new. he can be crafty at times, being
the little trickster he is.


i hope this was okay!

Congratz! This little critter is all yours now^^
so, yeah! Contest ended!

[Akami-chan]

You need an adopted ribbon on this