@yellowhug [ cont. ]
admittedly, spencer wasn't scheduled to show up until much later. the would result in a very unique . . . lesson for them later, but that didn't matter. it would eat them alive if they stood idly and just listened to the high pitched chirps that left the puppet. the yellow one somehow was the one the ghost had the most empathy for.
❛ th' window was open 'n those didn't seem like happy sounds, friend. ❜ extra time was taken to speak slower so doi could keep up. their own hand came up to rest gently against the felted one still used to grip them. ❛ are ya' okay? do y' need anything? ❜
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「 ❝ What?! You're just putting the plates in the bin? ❞
❝ No...yeah! ❞ 」
@portraitsof multimuse ft Red Guy by Chuck!
@yellowhug Yellow Guy by Savbear
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@yellowhug- taught ◎ "Do you like cheese and ketchup on - in your sandwiches?" / serious question, he wants to know
‘Of course I do!’ He sqwauks! ‘Though it will need a layer of crisps to make it complete.’ Salt and vinegar crips would be the perfect match for such a snack, he'll have to check the pantry to see if they have any.
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@yellowhug inquired – ⋆ ★ ❝It isn't my blood. I'm not - I should'n-not have let my Dad come in. M'sorry. I-I like animals...❞ / for either <3 hope this is okay
“ It’s okay… ” Long ears pin, and a short whine stops itself short. No need to make the child more anxious. “ Everyone makes messes. There’s no harm in that. ” And truly, there isn’t. Airin knew the child didn’t mean to harm the critter. He didn’t deserve any anger because of his cruel parent’s actions.
A creature takes slow strides towards him. Giving a little sniff, his purple tongue starts licking away the blood. He should probably wash his hands too… Because blood, and a Felicid’s tongue is pretty germy.
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@yellowhug
—–🏵️🏵️🏵️—–
As far as one could be led to believe, the day would be calm and normal for once. It was nearly evening and yet, nothing had occurred.
Until something did, inevitably.
A gurgling emanated from the stairs, followed by creaking. Some sort of something was ambling along, hungrily exploring the depths of the home.
It knocked into a table. Then some chairs.
Then, eye contact as he was spotted. Phil paused, slowly plopping down into a sitting position as he stared.
"...𝕌𝕣𝕣." He sounded, though not in an unfriendly manner.
—–🏵️🏵️🏵️—–
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@yellowhug continued from here
Seeing Doi scabbed, bleeding, and crying, Perrito knew he couldn't just leave him there. So he approached him and sniffed him trying to see if he was okay. When Doi pet him, the dog was relieved that he was still alive. But how could something like this happen? What happened exactly? That was what Perrito wanted to know.
"What happened to you? Why are you bleeding so much?" Now was a good time as any to be the therapy dog that he wanted to be. Perrito lied down next to Doi so he could reach him better.
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@yellowhug ❤’d!
❝ Uh, I don't know, I'm just a kid! ❞
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▒○╠ [[ @yellowhug ]] ╣○▒
Claw like hands brush along the bark of the trees as Beast walks through the Forest. These were not his trees, not the Edlewood trees that he had been tending to. The trees here do not have the twisted faces upon their bark nor dripping with black liquid. No, these trees were healthy, one’s that had nothing to do with the Beast.
Head slowly tilting towards the side as a quite hum leaves the haunting silhouette. Despite the trees looking healthy, they do look welcoming enough. One’s that are unfamiliar with the creature that often haunts areas filled with trees. Though, due to this not being the one’s hes familiar with, wonder where the woods have lead him this time?
Previously bowed head quickly straightens up as he hears foot falls. The tall tale sounds of leaves and twigs crunch under foot while rocks brushed aside. Someone is drawing closer to the shadow.
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the last thing that she should have been doing was threatening someone that was three hundred percent bigger than her , but here she was , waving a small pin sword that would do very little damage to the one she was threatening in front of her! She didn’t know where she was , but she would make sure to defend her new found territory!!
“ s-stay back! I’ll hurt you I swear! “ says the rodent.
@yellowhug
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@yellowhug:
"i think i might've broken something..."
“ That would explain why I heard something break earlier “
Now if it was bones? Porcelain or glass? Something else? The Jester wasn’t sure. Looking back to the stranger, seeing if what was broken is in their hands.Flicking one of their hands to the side. Palm open as a puff of smoke appears and disappates soon after with tape and glue.
“ Do you know what was broken? To know just how much tape we may need “
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Flapjack delivered a message from ; @yellowhug 🕊️
‘ if we stick together, who knows what we’ll do. ’
starter memes ; inside part 2
there are times where you are sure you’ve died , or at least have had a concussion due to what is found before you , and well . MAYBE stepping through a glitching portal between realities was a bad idea in the first place , but then again you had no real choice in the matter . SO SURE , being in this environment where it is sickeningly bright , and everything felt like a fever dream keeps leading you to believe you had died .. or some form of it , knees pulled to your chest as you hid in the corner of the house .
Peering towards the voice , studying the entity you were forced into a home with unwillingly , you turned your gaze away once more , magenta hues boring into the floorboards , as if you would stare hard enough they would break a way out . ❝ i don’t want to be here , i don’t WANT to stick with you - i don’t even know who you are ... Just leave me alone . ❞
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@yellowhug " I put away my paints like a good boy."
'Yes, yes good boy.' Duck responds, his tone dismissing, but not deviod of relief. When Yellow paints, he often gets it everywhere and leaves the bottles lay around the kitchen for Duck to step on. Its usually a colour explosion. With the news Yellow has given him; he hopes to find the room spotless.
Perhaps a little too optimistic..
Duck hops up to inspect the state of the kitchen, suspicion creeping in. 'Show me where you put them.' He adds, dubiously.
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@yellowhug inquired – “FLOP”
A warm, questionably light weight falls upon his flank. Instinctively, Airin allows his form to squish against the floor. He’s carried the puppet on his back before, but for some reason he always expects him to weigh more. Maybe it’s because deep down Airin see’s him as a person and not felt.
Was Dio tired– upset? The animal gives an inquisitive warble… The evening has been calm thus far. Maybe he prefers to sleep here, with him at the base of his bed, than on top of it? Airin tries to crane his neck to look at him. Though the fruits of his labor are cut short. Dio seems to be making sure he stays squished!
“ Are you tired? ”
Send “ FLOP ” for your muse to flop on mine like a cat and not allow them to get up.
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“...that bed is big enough for both of yous...”
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“ I’m was finger painting some’fing I saw in—a-in my dream but I couldn’t remember what it wus, huh.”
"Oh? I've had that happen before, and it isn't fun to forget about it in the middle of trying to preserve it. But you know, you can always fill in the blanks with whatever you want to put there!"
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@yellowhug asked: “Why do you let them talk to you like that?” For Fir
Questions Starters || Accepting
“What, you mean the guys trying to catch my soul and bullyin’ me for being human?” The little orange heart is gripped in her hand, glowing and beating away. She lets it go after a moment, letting it zip around her and her new puppet-like friend.
“I mean, it is kinda weird, isn’t it? I don’t blame anyone for wanting to try and grab it and give me a hard time about it. Honestly, if they wanna think like that, it’s none of my business. I’m happy with who I am and with wearing my soul on my sleeve and that’s really what matters.”
A small pause comes from Fir. “Though, I’m kinda surprised you don’t find it weird too.”
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