🎀 Anon

@pink-bow-anon

a very childish anon, loves drawing

34 posts

achancewithchance

This tiny anon approaches the gambler, trusty messenger bag at their side. They seemed to come from the only shadowed corner of the room, their footsteps nonexistent. They were made of shadow, with what seemed to be a wild head of curly hair, stopping at their (assumed)chin. They wore a dress made of shadow. The only odd stuff out were the bag and the pink bow at the top of their head. They reached into their bag and pulled out 2 bows. 4 more were in the bag, though they didn't seem finished. The first bow was red, with the numbers 777 embroidered into the center. The bow had white diamonds, hearts, spades and clubs on it. The second bow was black, with a fancy "M" sewed into the center in gold thread. The bow had a tiny gubby embroidered in the corner. This tiny anon holds the bows out to the intended people.

-🎀 anon

*The two stare at the anon. Curious. Mafioso’s usual smile shifted from normal malice-fueled, to a smaller, genuinely softer one. He reached down and gingerly took the bow with his index and thumb, bringing it up to his face while examining it*

*Chance followed after, taking the red bow. He looked over it, admiring the details. He grinned,

Its awesome!! Thanks!!

.. the family appreciates this.. thank you.

Hey look, maf! It even has my lucky numbers!

And mine has .. gubby.. aw.

The tiny anon squeaks happily, giddy that the 2 liked their gifts. They walk back to where they came from, but this time, they don't disappear. They sit down, ruffle through the bag and pull out 4 W.I.P bows. They then start off to finish all 4. Where did the supplies come from? ...don't ask.

-🎀 anon

achancewithchance

…For my boys…? Awww..!

*Mafioso watched the anon craft, alongside Chance. Both were fascinated by their crafting*

Their shadowy fingers moved quickly, threading in names on the back of the bows. They glue a black gem with gold lining on all the bows, right in the middle. The first bow was for Consigliere. It was white with black stripes. There was a top hat embroidered in the corner in gold. The second for Soldier was black with a gold ushanka embroidered in the corner. The third for Caporegime was black, with a gold L in the left corner and an R in the right corner. The fourth for contractee was black with a gold wooden plank with a nail embroidered in. The tiny anon gathers all the bows and looks at mafioso as if to ask where they are.

-🎀 anon

achancewithchance

*Mafioso stood back, lowering his hand gently and holding it out for the tiny anon to hop onto*

Theyre fixin’ up Capo at the moment, but I can take you to ‘em. Just hop on.

The anon squeaked, hopping on.

-🎀 anon

achancewithchance

*Mafioso began his walk, holding his palm out carefully as he carried the anon. Chance follows behind him, still very excited*

*Soon after, they reach the outdoor shed and go in. The guys are facing away, aside from Consigliere, who approaches*

Boss! We’re almost done fixin’ him up. Just waiting for Soldier to fix his stabilizer.

Good to know, Lorenzo! But, thats not why I’m here. Gather ‘round, boys.

*The three, and chance gather around mafioso. Caporegime was sitting on a workbench unconscious*

Meet this lil’ anon, boys.

Awwwwe! Hi!!!

I wanna hold them!!! Can I boss?!

..errrr.. no. Not yet. They have somethin’ for you all.

The tiny anon pulls out the bows, holding them out for each one to take. They squeak as if to say "here!"

-🎀 anon

achancewithchance

This tiny anon approaches the gambler, trusty messenger bag at their side. They seemed to come from the only shadowed corner of the room, their footsteps nonexistent. They were made of shadow, with what seemed to be a wild head of curly hair, stopping at their (assumed)chin. They wore a dress made of shadow. The only odd stuff out were the bag and the pink bow at the top of their head. They reached into their bag and pulled out 2 bows. 4 more were in the bag, though they didn't seem finished. The first bow was red, with the numbers 777 embroidered into the center. The bow had white diamonds, hearts, spades and clubs on it. The second bow was black, with a fancy "M" sewed into the center in gold thread. The bow had a tiny gubby embroidered in the corner. This tiny anon holds the bows out to the intended people.

-🎀 anon

*The two stare at the anon. Curious. Mafioso’s usual smile shifted from normal malice-fueled, to a smaller, genuinely softer one. He reached down and gingerly took the bow with his index and thumb, bringing it up to his face while examining it*

*Chance followed after, taking the red bow. He looked over it, admiring the details. He grinned,

Its awesome!! Thanks!!

.. the family appreciates this.. thank you.

Hey look, maf! It even has my lucky numbers!

And mine has .. gubby.. aw.

The tiny anon squeaks happily, giddy that the 2 liked their gifts. They walk back to where they came from, but this time, they don't disappear. They sit down, ruffle through the bag and pull out 4 W.I.P bows. They then start off to finish all 4. Where did the supplies come from? ...don't ask.

-🎀 anon

achancewithchance

…For my boys…? Awww..!

*Mafioso watched the anon craft, alongside Chance. Both were fascinated by their crafting*

Their shadowy fingers moved quickly, threading in names on the back of the bows. They glue a black gem with gold lining on all the bows, right in the middle. The first bow was for Consigliere. It was white with black stripes. There was a top hat embroidered in the corner in gold. The second for Soldier was black with a gold ushanka embroidered in the corner. The third for Caporegime was black, with a gold L in the left corner and an R in the right corner. The fourth for contractee was black with a gold wooden plank with a nail embroidered in. The tiny anon gathers all the bows and looks at mafioso as if to ask where they are.

-🎀 anon

achancewithchance

*Mafioso stood back, lowering his hand gently and holding it out for the tiny anon to hop onto*

Theyre fixin’ up Capo at the moment, but I can take you to ‘em. Just hop on.

The anon squeaked, hopping on.

-🎀 anon

achancewithchance

This tiny anon approaches the gambler, trusty messenger bag at their side. They seemed to come from the only shadowed corner of the room, their footsteps nonexistent. They were made of shadow, with what seemed to be a wild head of curly hair, stopping at their (assumed)chin. They wore a dress made of shadow. The only odd stuff out were the bag and the pink bow at the top of their head. They reached into their bag and pulled out 2 bows. 4 more were in the bag, though they didn't seem finished. The first bow was red, with the numbers 777 embroidered into the center. The bow had white diamonds, hearts, spades and clubs on it. The second bow was black, with a fancy "M" sewed into the center in gold thread. The bow had a tiny gubby embroidered in the corner. This tiny anon holds the bows out to the intended people.

-🎀 anon

*The two stare at the anon. Curious. Mafioso’s usual smile shifted from normal malice-fueled, to a smaller, genuinely softer one. He reached down and gingerly took the bow with his index and thumb, bringing it up to his face while examining it*

*Chance followed after, taking the red bow. He looked over it, admiring the details. He grinned,

Its awesome!! Thanks!!

.. the family appreciates this.. thank you.

Hey look, maf! It even has my lucky numbers!

And mine has .. gubby.. aw.

The tiny anon squeaks happily, giddy that the 2 liked their gifts. They walk back to where they came from, but this time, they don't disappear. They sit down, ruffle through the bag and pull out 4 W.I.P bows. They then start off to finish all 4. Where did the supplies come from? ...don't ask.

-🎀 anon

achancewithchance

…For my boys…? Awww..!

*Mafioso watched the anon craft, alongside Chance. Both were fascinated by their crafting*

Their shadowy fingers moved quickly, threading in names on the back of the bows. They glue a black gem with gold lining on all the bows, right in the middle. The first bow was for Consigliere. It was white with black stripes. There was a top hat embroidered in the corner in gold. The second for Soldier was black with a gold ushanka embroidered in the corner. The third for Caporegime was black, with a gold L in the left corner and an R in the right corner. The fourth for contractee was black with a gold wooden plank with a nail embroidered in. The tiny anon gathers all the bows and looks at mafioso as if to ask where they are.

-🎀 anon

achancewithchance

This tiny anon approaches the gambler, trusty messenger bag at their side. They seemed to come from the only shadowed corner of the room, their footsteps nonexistent. They were made of shadow, with what seemed to be a wild head of curly hair, stopping at their (assumed)chin. They wore a dress made of shadow. The only odd stuff out were the bag and the pink bow at the top of their head. They reached into their bag and pulled out 2 bows. 4 more were in the bag, though they didn't seem finished. The first bow was red, with the numbers 777 embroidered into the center. The bow had white diamonds, hearts, spades and clubs on it. The second bow was black, with a fancy "M" sewed into the center in gold thread. The bow had a tiny gubby embroidered in the corner. This tiny anon holds the bows out to the intended people.

-🎀 anon

*The two stare at the anon. Curious. Mafioso’s usual smile shifted from normal malice-fueled, to a smaller, genuinely softer one. He reached down and gingerly took the bow with his index and thumb, bringing it up to his face while examining it*

*Chance followed after, taking the red bow. He looked over it, admiring the details. He grinned,

Its awesome!! Thanks!!

.. the family appreciates this.. thank you.

Hey look, maf! It even has my lucky numbers!

And mine has .. gubby.. aw.

The tiny anon squeaks happily, giddy that the 2 liked their gifts. They walk back to where they came from, but this time, they don't disappear. They sit down, ruffle through the bag and pull out 4 W.I.P bows. They then start off to finish all 4. Where did the supplies come from? ...don't ask.

-🎀 anon

f0llow-th3-st4r

This tiny anon approaches Noli, their shadow hair seemed a bit messy, and they had a bit of flour on their nose. They have a box in hand, and they open it to reveal cookies. Some were a tad bit burnt on the edges but most looked and smelled fine. It was their first time making cookies, so there's no special shapes to the cookies. all the cookies were just circles. They were plain vanilla flavor and chocolate cookies. Half were vanilla, the other, chocolate. The tiny hands holding the box are holding it towards Noli. -🎀Anon

"1-1..0h ẁ0ẁ..1 §w34ŕ wh3n3v3r 1 §33 ÿ0u, ÿ0u s33m t0 4lw4ys ĥ4v3 §0m3th1ngʻ f0r m3."

He gradually took the box, glancing over the baked goods. He never personally baked stuff himself, however he could only assume by the tiny anon's appearance that it took a lot of effort to make these.

"Ŧh4nƙ y0u..1'l·l ŧrÿ ŧh3m §0m3t1m3 ẁh3n3v3r 1'm n0ŧ f0rc1blƴ 1n 4 ŕ0unð."

For the first time ever, they gave a small head pat.

The tiny shadow practically vibrates with happiness at the head pat. In their realm, affection is often given by family only, and even then, it's not more than one hug a month. Considering this tiny one is alone whenever they come and go, they must not get much affection. They want to hug Noli but refrain from knowing some people like personal space. Their fingers twitched a bit, showing some of the restraint.

-🎀 Anon

//I FORGOT I SENT THIS AND DIDN'T SEE U ANSWER IT ON MY NOTIFS 😭😭😭 SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE!!

This tiny anon approaches the duo, steps non-existent as they only mimic walking. This tiny anon is made of shadow, with the height of a child and a silhouette of a human. They wore a dress made of shadow, and their eyes were white circles. Their shadowy hair was straight and reached above their shoulders. The only thing not of shadow-like nature was the pink bow on top of their head. They also carried a messenger bag, which they were currently digging into. They then pull out two bows. One of the bows was red with silver lining and orange embroidery. The orange embroidery was a fancy R in the bottom left corner of the bow. The other bow was silver, with a futuristic look. Lines of blue embroidery that look like the lines on Roblox's face. There was also a gancy R tucked in the bottom left corner, but it was black instead. They hold out the red bow to Builderman and the silver bow to Roblox.

//SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG ASK😭 I really like story-asks(as I call it). Have a good day! You don't have to answer if you don't want to

-🎀 Anon

“I like bows, thank you.”

“Builderman is busy at the moment, I’ll pass these to him— Who are you?”

This tiny anon squeaks a few times before seemingly remembering something. The tiny shadow then gets out a notebook, writing down, "My name is Alsu." They turn the notebook around and show Roblox. Seems they can not speak the other language. They seem to understand and write the language. Their vocal cords are just not able to do much but squeak.

-🎀 Anon

“Nice to meet you, Alsu.”

Roblox smiles warmly, seeing somebody other than his co-worker was nice.. He didn’t hate him! It was just too repetitive.

“Do you have somebody to.. uh.. pick you up?”

(Why is a child all alone here?)

"No, the others kicked me out of my realm. I'm not allowed to go back." They write before adding onto the page,"That was 3 days ago." They turn the notebook towards roblox again. They seemed a tiny bit sad at what happened, but they quickly tried to conceal their sadness, failing horribly.

-🎀 Anon

This tiny anon approaches the duo, steps non-existent as they only mimic walking. This tiny anon is made of shadow, with the height of a child and a silhouette of a human. They wore a dress made of shadow, and their eyes were white circles. Their shadowy hair was straight and reached above their shoulders. The only thing not of shadow-like nature was the pink bow on top of their head. They also carried a messenger bag, which they were currently digging into. They then pull out two bows. One of the bows was red with silver lining and orange embroidery. The orange embroidery was a fancy R in the bottom left corner of the bow. The other bow was silver, with a futuristic look. Lines of blue embroidery that look like the lines on Roblox's face. There was also a gancy R tucked in the bottom left corner, but it was black instead. They hold out the red bow to Builderman and the silver bow to Roblox.

//SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG ASK😭 I really like story-asks(as I call it). Have a good day! You don't have to answer if you don't want to

-🎀 Anon

“I like bows, thank you.”

“Builderman is busy at the moment, I’ll pass these to him— Who are you?”

This tiny anon squeaks a few times before seemingly remembering something. The tiny shadow then gets out a notebook, writing down, "My name is Alsu." They turn the notebook around and show Roblox. Seems they can not speak the other language. They seem to understand and write the language. Their vocal cords are just not able to do much but squeak.

-🎀 Anon

yourrandomanontruly

STORYTELLER! WHERE ARE YOU?! YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER! I HAVE FIRST AID KITS!

<Fyve Marion>

Dear Fyve Marion,

YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!

Your random anon truly even when swiftly limping away,

Storyteller anon

WELL I'LL TAKE YOU DEAD THEN IF THAT'S WHAT I HAVE TO DO!

GET OVER HERE! YOU'RE GOING TO DIE OF BLOOD LOSS!

yourrandomanontruly

Dear Fyve Marion,

DYING IS A SKILL ISSUE AND I WILL NOT FAIL THIS SKILLCHECK

Your random anon truly even when being a chaotic little shit,

Storyteller anon

I KNOW I WAS STUBBORN WITH MY BROKEN LEGS BUT HOW ARE YOU MOVING THIS FAST?!

yourrandomanontruly

Dear Fyve Marion,

Oh yeah funny story I broke my legs a few times in life or death situations and had to walk it o-

WAITSHITWHYISTHEREALAKEHERE

[Drowning noises]

Your random anon truly even when trying to swim with a broken leg,

Storyteller anon

OH FOR GOD'S SAKE-

*He dives into the water.*

yourrandomanontruly

Dear Fyve Marion,

LAKSNMMAMNSDKKEOSKDKEKLWESORRYHELPSHOWNEJDJDKAKDNEMLWMDND

Your random anon truly even when getting saved from their stupidity,

Storyteller anon

*Fyve drags Storyteller onto land.*

Gotcha! And you're still alive!

yourrandomanontruly

Dear Fyve Marion,

Thank you can i go now

Your random anon truly even when unphased by death,

Storyteller anon

No you're staying. And I'm going to bandage you up like a mummy so you won't escape.

yourrandomanontruly

Dear Fyve Marion,

NNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Your random anon truly even when still bleeding,

Storyteller anon.

*5more is bandaging Storyteller's leg up before bandaging both of their legs together, moving up slowly to wrap them up like a mummy*

>:)

yourrandomanontruly

Dear Fyve Marion,

But what about the roundsssss ):

Your random anon truly,

Storyteller anon

Oh no you're going to be left... Hanging outside the rounds. At least until you're able to walk again.

yourrandomanontruly

Dear Fyve Marion,

I hope you explod ):

Your random anon truly,

Storyteller anon

...been there before. I survived.

yourrandomanontruly

Dear Fyve Marion,

Oh uh. Sorry.

...Do I have to turn into a mummy though. Like this is unnecessary.

Your random anon truly,

Storyteller anon

Yes, because you might run away again, and also this is to reason with the Spectrum too.

//the spectrum, lol

robloxias-greatest-swordfighter

((AUGEHRHDH CHAIRO LOOKS SO ADORABLE IN MY REDESIGN SJSJEBENKD -Mod))

//can we see :3

FEED US. - mod

f0llow-th3-st4r

This tiny anon approaches Noli, knitted jacket and gloves in their hands as they approach. They seemed to have finished all of it. The jacket was purple and black checkered. The gloves were white with a purple star outline on the top part of it. They hold it out to Noli for him to take.

-🎀 Anon

Uncharacteristically he stays silent before taking in the details crafted onto the jacket and gloves. They hold it close to themselves as if they were about to lose it too.

This anon tilts its head, confused, before realizing that he is upset. They put their hand on their chin thoughtfully. The perk up after a while and give Noli a gentle, warm hug. In their realm, hugs would normally be cold. But, in this realm, their hugs are warm. Not a searing heat but more of a gentle campfire. The warmth pleases the tint shadow as they seem to- purr? It seems like purring, just higher in pitch and soft rumbling.

f0llow-th3-st4r

Noli was surprised at the sudden hug but he didn't move away however. Instead leaning more into it. Their expression..tired mixed with anxiety at whatever had occurred between him and the Entity in the Sky. As soon as he heard purring, their body subtly was shaking..it used to do that with him. Conflicting emotions flooded their mind.

They notice the shaking, suppressing their purring to help. After a bit, the tiny shadow pats his back and gently backs away. They still have their arms out, just in case Noli wanted more hugs. They seem to put others' well-being first. Their eyes were now crescent to convey both comfort and happiness. They wait to see if Noli wanted to hug more.

f0llow-th3-st4r

This tiny anon approaches Noli, knitted jacket and gloves in their hands as they approach. They seemed to have finished all of it. The jacket was purple and black checkered. The gloves were white with a purple star outline on the top part of it. They hold it out to Noli for him to take.

-🎀 Anon

Uncharacteristically he stays silent before taking in the details crafted onto the jacket and gloves. They hold it close to themselves as if they were about to lose it too.

This anon tilts its head, confused, before realizing that he is upset. They put their hand on their chin thoughtfully. The perk up after a while and give Noli a gentle, warm hug. In their realm, hugs would normally be cold. But, in this realm, their hugs are warm. Not a searing heat but more of a gentle campfire. The warmth pleases the tint shadow as they seem to- purr? It seems like purring, just higher in pitch and soft rumbling.

eldritchbuilderman

wait do you have designs for Bluudud and pr3ttypriincess?

if I can still call them that

Working on them right now! Also now they are known as b3rrybluu and r3galg4l, since bluudud and pr3tty are ocs of other people

Here is a wip of b3rrybluu

I really like the design choices some people have made of making the kids clothing fuse into their bodies when monstrofied so I’m doing the same thing here

Since bluu is more aquatic, his “clothes” look like folds you see in marine mammals like seals or some amphibians

//sooo, b3rrybluu is technically naked? Sorta?

#oh gosh that sounds weird outta context

ginhaku125-offical

rip étoile degaré fromage you wouldve loved pokemon brick bronze.

//What. Wdym RIP???

ginhaku125-offical

It's a meme reference they're not actually dead-

I guess more accurately it's "rip pokemon brick bronze, étoile degaré fromage would've loved you"

//...ohhhhhhh

ginhaku125-offical

rip étoile degaré fromage you wouldve loved pokemon brick bronze.

//What. Wdym RIP???

theamazingartful

Have you considered getting Ètoile a oet

Uhh...a what?

I think they mean a pet?

f0llow-th3-st4r

This tiny anon approaches Noli, messenger bag once again at their side. They dig deep into the bag before pulling out a scarf. Said scarf was purple and black checkered with white stars embroidered in. It seemed they prepared this for the winter for Noli. They seem very pleased with their first ever made scarf. They hold it out to Noli.

- 🎀 Anon

He glances down at the familiar face. Observing them once more as they pulled out the handcrafted scarf. His eyes to which, usually look tired for a brief second light up in awe at the scarf. Carefully they take it from the tiny anon, slowly putting it on. It was getting colder being here afterall..so this was nice.

"Ŧh4ņk y0ū..n1c3 u§3 0f §t1tçh1ng."

This anon preens happily from the praise. They jump up onto a nearby object and sit with their legs dangling off the edge. They then pull out knitting sticks and wool. Seemed that they intended to make more warm articles of clothing for Noli. They start with a dark purple that faded lighter as they used the wool.

//I am very tempted to, one day, turn this little goober into a robloxian for a day. Very tempted. Is that a good idea? I wonder 🤔

f0llow-th3-st4r

Noli watched them, knit away whilist he buried part of his face into the scarf. Enjoying the softness secretly.

MOD: sure if you wanna.

The tiny anon sways slightly in the middle of their knitting, a painful feeling crowding their head. They gently put the wool and knitting needles down and massage their temples to soothe the sudden pain. It doesn't work. They let out a pained groan as the pain swells bigger.

f0llow-th3-st4r

This tiny anon approaches Noli, messenger bag once again at their side. They dig deep into the bag before pulling out a scarf. Said scarf was purple and black checkered with white stars embroidered in. It seemed they prepared this for the winter for Noli. They seem very pleased with their first ever made scarf. They hold it out to Noli.

- 🎀 Anon

He glances down at the familiar face. Observing them once more as they pulled out the handcrafted scarf. His eyes to which, usually look tired for a brief second light up in awe at the scarf. Carefully they take it from the tiny anon, slowly putting it on. It was getting colder being here afterall..so this was nice.

"Ŧh4ņk y0ū..n1c3 u§3 0f §t1tçh1ng."

This anon preens happily from the praise. They jump up onto a nearby object and sit with their legs dangling off the edge. They then pull out knitting sticks and wool. Seemed that they intended to make more warm articles of clothing for Noli. They start with a dark purple that faded lighter as they used the wool.

//I am very tempted to, one day, turn this little goober into a robloxian for a day. Very tempted. Is that a good idea? I wonder 🤔

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