HAMMY'S POSTING. Hello!! If you've wondered where I've been lately, I've been logged on @candymcker since my hiatus post! It's new, and I haven't done much in it yet, but it's my little side-project where I'm trying out new things and feel less anxious over RPing. My Discord is also available to mutuals, just ask for it or check my previous posts.
HAMMY'S POSTING. Hello!! If you've wondered where I've been lately, I've been logged on @candymcker since my hiatus post! It's new, and I haven't done much in it yet, but it's my little side-project where I'm trying out new things and feel less anxious over RPing. My Discord is also available to mutuals, just ask for it or check my previous posts.
HAMMY'S POSTING (ON MOBILE). After a few days of me pondering about this, I think I'm comfortable being transparent on the subject of this blog's situation. The TL;DR is that my schedule has been so disturbed this month, and my own head is messing with me so much rn, I don't have the muse for Pump. I hate to say it, but I cannot even look at this blog's Dash or drafts rn without feeling super anxious and super guilty about not having a muse here. I've been struggling a lot.
There are way too many factors coming into play rn that have me struggling to be in-character for Pumpy, but not having been able to write replies during my vacation last weekend is the main cause. I have a schedule to do things, and that also applies to writing. If I spend several days without writing, I just go cold and Idk how to mentally reset to get back to drafts. Not to mention, I keep having that problem of me looking at most of what I owe and my head is simply not in it. I feel bad, but I'd hate trying to force my Pump muse to write, it's not fair for you guys, not fair for him, and not fair for me.
Also, we ain't getting SM7 any time soon, and now at best we get one or two update posts per month. That's nobody's fault but it certainly does influence when I feel like I've said everything that needed to be said about my son.
Another issue is general mental stuff. I know I haven't been communicating with others enough, I know I'm not the best at being consistent posting-wise, and I honest to God don't think I deserve you guys always being so nice to me. It's why I never reblog any memes that could warrant positivity being sent my way, I don't do anything that warrants it. Call it Impostor Syndrome or whatever, I just don't do enough. It's not even about working on drafts anymore, it's way more complicated than anything I might have ranted about in this blog in the past.
I've always been very strict with myself. I don't post more than I think I should, I try not to bother people more than necessary, I try being self-sufficient and do everything all by myself but, man, this month simply ain't it. Trying to pass these tests and my bday coming up isn't helping me here, I feel super powerless and I just wanna keep to myself most of the time because I feel annoying otherwise.
Only reason I'm making this post is because I wanna be transparent about my insecurities and concerns regarding this blog, of which I have many. Am I going to be able to come back later? Will my muse return? Will I have to drop all of my threads and start fresh? Am I okay with all the mutuals I have right now? Are they okay with me?
So many problems man, and I'm just not feeling good at all right now. Again, it's not even about the drafts anymore (even tho' I've been disliking for some time now how everything I seem to ever focus on is keeping my draft numbers down, instead of pursuing new threads or reblogging more memes and loosening up a little, I feel stale) it's me being the problem. So, yeah, apologies for that, but I'm either going low activity or on hiatus here, because I'm having issues and it's not fun.
As I said before, my Discord is available to mutuals and I'm working on a second blog where I know things will be more chill, so it's not like I'll be fully gone.
HAMMY'S POSTING. Oh whoops! Sorry if I can't post today, my brain is currently being fried by homework and I need to get it out of the way by tomorrow. I don't usually take anything home from work, but I gotta prepare some tests I decided to take on to get extra responsibilities/pay and can't say I'm not having second thoughts on it all. 😔😔 I'll be on Discord if anyone needs me!
Also linking to the poll I made yesterday. I haven't even checked how it's going atm (it makes me nervous lmao), but it's there for those that haven't seen it.
HAMMY'S POSTING. Actually, the fact that this test is happening next Wednesday, and what I'm studying is related to my local intellectual property laws (the summary alone is like 200+ pages, if ya'll are curious), is seriously affecting my muse here. 🥺🥺 My bad guys, I think July is looking to be a month of low activity in this blog and I cannot do much about it when my muse has started feeling super finicky again. What not having a new episode in two years does to a poor sap like me. I had forgotten how challenging a single-muse blog could be when you gotta be in a good mood to write them.
Idk if this will be a small hiatus on my part, or if I'll just try posting one reply per day and that's all, but I shall drop my Discord again just in case ya'll wanna stay in contact.
HAMMY'S POSTING. Y'know, since the DHMIS is so... peculiar, I wonder if The Eyes of the Universe is going to speak and it won't be just Pump hearing him for once. Like Idk if Red believes in any higher powers, but he's going to start believing real fast once The Voices(tm) get to him too lmao.
☎️ Red was taken aback; " y-yea, coarse i've seen a . . . pumpkin. I just . . . haven't seen one up close. " Yes, Red knew what a pumpkin was, but upon thinking about it, he realizes he hasn't actually encountered one;
it must just be a distant memory.
For a moment, Red humoured the idea of letting a high energy child in the house-- it would drive the green one INSANE. But that would have to wait; because once he looked back into the room, the other two roommates were gone. Huh.
Guess they aren't part of this roleplay . . .
" pump. that's a funny name. " Red closes the door behind them, " i'm one of them three guy's here, i'm the red one. " Do with that as you will, Pump.
❝ The red one? ❞ A hamster inside his head, likely a missing pet of his, began running on its rusty old wheel. The other could probably hear it. All Pump could imagine were two other guys, of the same physical appearance as The Red One, but of different colors which, in a way-- ❝ OH! Just like me and my best friend then! ❞ --was familiar.
Perhaps Red should get his eyesight checked. After all, that dotted line in the shape of a slightly-taller-yet-thinner child flashing beside the trick-or-treater should NOT have been there. It should not have been able to make an intermittent beeping noise either. And, in a blink, it was gone.
He might not have been able to tell before, or then. He never does. But something, definitely, was not right in that little pink house.
Smiling, he nodded. ❝ I'm the pumpkin one! ❞ Ah well! From his point of view, none of this was particularly out of the ordinary! Somehow.
With manners out of the way, off he went! Well, more like he was there one second, was gone the next, and-- Ohhh! --he had made it to the living room somehow. And there were so much stuff in it! Like a TV, a fireplace, a very eerie-looking clock on the wall and-- Woah!
By the time the much taller one arrived to the room, the seven-year-old was having a blast rocking himself on the rocking chair.
❝ What stuff do I get to use? ❞ Besides the rocking chair, that is.
Susie really thought this was gonna be a special day. She had been feeling rather lonely and isolated lately. Sure, she loved her grandfather and even when he got on her nerves, her little brother. However, it was hard to make too many friends in this town. Susie felt like she knew most people around and aside from some in school, no such luck. Susie has some friends online that she would love to visit one day, but that never filled her heart completely. No, despite denying it for a while, she was feeling the single blues. So, she had been exploring options on some dating apps in her spare time. Susie ran across tons of geeks and creeps, she was ready to give up on it till she meet a guy named James. He was so nice to her, not pushy, shared so many hobbies and interest with her. It was like her dream guy, and he was not far from her at all!
Yet, here she was the night they agreed to meet..all dolled up in makeup for once, bought an expensive jacket that her friends in school said she "totally slayed with" , shoes ready to hit the road to the mall, but it was all for nothing. He blocked her after she kept trying to get in contact with him tonight, making sure he was ready. Did she do something wrong, was she just un-dateable or something?
Pump scared the shit out of her. She didn't realize the door was open, and almost fell of the bed she was sitting on. She thankfully grabbed hold of the sheets before falling off. "No, Bro...I....I'm not going anywhere anymore." She realized how deadpan and sad she sounded. She looked at the excited brother's face. Susie hated to put this pain on him, she had to tough it out for him right now. "Uhm, you know cause there is supposed to be rain!" She patted her new jacket. "Now, wouldn't want to get this cool jacket wet on my first time wearing it out, right? You know like..when you first went trick or treating?" She asked changing the subject. "I took you and it started storming but you persisted anyway, but I had to get you inside! Thankfully it stopped, and Gramps had that back up costume for you!" She said smiling at him, patting her bed to have him sit next to her. She could use company right now.
Oh? And here he thought he had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to go somewhere with his sister. He tilted his head. ❝ Why not? ❞ Pump pointed out, literally and figuratively: ❝ You got dressed. ❞ Even someone usually so scatterbrained could tell something was not right then: nobody dresses up just to stay home! Except for him. The mask only comes off at bedtime.
And he really, really was scatterbrained. After all, one glance out the window in the back of the teenager's room caused him to Hmm. And slowly nod his head along. He had no idea it was going to rain that afternoon.
His eyes crinkled at the corners, a smirk forming in his face before his hands moved to stifle a giggle. Guilty as charged!
Needless to say-- ❝ Yeah! ❞ --he did not pick on the the shift. It had been too smooth! ❝ You kept talking about your boots getting muddy-- ❞ More like complaining. And a lot. ❝ --but we couldn't go home. It was the perfect spooky weather! ❞ After all, there was lightning and thundering, and such things only ever happen when it rains.
Gasp! Was that an invitation?! He could not believe it! Hands balled up, he rushed into the room, quickly climbing and sitting on the other's bed. By the way his feet dangled and kicked the air, it was easy to tell he was very excited to be there.
❝ We would have been fine-- ❞ He had a very smug expression on his face as he leaned in on his sister. ❝ --if you grabbed that umbrella Mom wanted to give you. ❞
Oh yes, he remembered that night very well! Or as well as a preschool-aged Pump could have. Susie wanted to prove how much of a responsible big sister she could be, and so had talked their parents into letting them go trick-or-treating all by themselves. Because they had some important matters at work to attend to. She needed NO help! She kept repeating! Except when she did, that is.
Of course, as her younger brother, the now-seven-year-old could not just... well, NOT mention it!
Oh, she can get a good enough idea of what could be behind these damn gravestones...
Like the stories of those who long passed, the decay remnants of life met with soil; she'd rather take her chance at an abandoned building than a grave sight. But this is where he wanted to explore. Mild thrills were one thing, fear was another. What was it that frightened her about it? Maybe frightened wasn't the right word. The nerve of the unknown? Her ultimately knowing that this wasn't a choice she made to venture, and more of being a watchful eye for a little boy that shouldn't be here alone.
Then, his question made her reel back from her thoughts. He... was worried about her? Had she really made it so obvious that she was off-putted by the idea of transversing further? Ugh, yeah, it was kinda true; but she didn't want him to actually know that! Sometimes she hated being an open book. But her smile grew just a bit more once his hand was in hers and he offered her a squeeze.
⸺ ❝ You're right, I'll have nothing to worry about with you here. ❞ After all, making a child feel secure was more important than how an adult should feel. She misses that natural instinct to dive headfirst into things with no regards of the potentials.
He began to tug her along and she allowed it; just sucks when she was just trying to work up the nerve and get herself more comfortable with the idea going forward⸺that he had to mention they were going to the scariest place here by the name of the Phantom Grave.
Ooooh, lovely. This is fine. I love this adventure.....
Poor, poor Pomni! Had she not been wearing white face paint as part of her costume, maybe Pump would have noticed she had just gone pale! Alas, as the seven-year-old's head had turned toward the path ahead, he was humming out loud, filling the literally-gravely silence with an oblivious merry tune.
Yet again, Pump knew there was nothing in that graveyard that could possibly be... spooky. NOT scary. A common misconception. If the jester looked around, trusting the seven-year-old to guide her, she would see as such. No ethereal ghosts, or hungry ghouls, or rotting zombies; not even a nightguard! Very strange. Just the two of them walking amongst the sleeping dead.
And then-- Hm. --the locally-sourced music came to an abrupt stop as a result of a questioning hum. His index finger going Tap-tap-tap. against the surface of his mask, the carvings of his eye sockets furrowing, he stopped walking.
His pupils never stopped looking around. Something was NOT clicking. ❝ It's not... here? ❞ He sounded confused. ❝ Oh no. ❞ Maybe even perplexed, judging by his expression as he rose his head to look at the other, loudly concluding: ❝ It teleported again. ❞
Cue a quiet, high-pitched whistle as a cold breeze passed by them... just standing there, staring at each other. The calm before the storm the explanation that was bound to follow promised to be.
❝ It does that sometimes. ❞ Blink, blink. ❝ It's an open grave without a name, and it can show up anywhere in this graveyard. ❞ In spite of still holding the other's hand, his arms went up to emphasize the vastness of the burial grounds. ❝ So we'll have to find it-- ❞ And then, after a beat, he smiled. ❝ --together! ❞
HAMMY'S POSTING (ON MOBILE). So turns out @merrphubcentral knew EXACTLY what old muse of mine I have muse for (Pizzelle from Sugary Spire) and, while I know that after my vacation I have to work on this blog (cleaning up inactive followers, fixing my affiliates, catching up with replies), I thought it'd make sense for me to ask this on a Munday:
Would there be interest in me making a second blog? (If you say 'OF COURSE' like or reply to this post too so I know who to follow!)
OF COURSE!! Love writing with you, Hammy.
No, you shouldn't. You already struggle with one blog.
💖 Hammy answer check!
Voting ended onJul 28, 2025
You DON'T have to know the muse, btw!! I'm not a fan of the current direction the game is taking, so I'd be writing my extremely canon divergent AU version of everything (and a good amount of my OOCposting in this hypothetical second blog would involve me writing all the lore I have cooked for the last couple of years). Also I wrote this guy's bio back in the day, just in case anyone wants to read it in advance. He's practically my OC at this point.
In case anyone is wondering, this ain't happening any time soon!! Not only I have to catch up on this blog, as I said, but I HATE making graphics and icon borders (I'm simply never happy with what I make, and I suck at using Photoshop), so I'll have enough time to work on a plan and figure out how I can run two blogs at once (if I don't ask you guys how you do it, since ya'll either run multiple blogs or straight out multimuses).
HAMMY'S POSTING (ON MOBILE). New beach, new pics of the boys! This one was actually fun, we had nice weather, the water wasn't cold, and saw tons of crabs and fish! Then I stepped on a very sharp rock and that hasn't been as fun. On the way to dine something and then crash back at the hotel so, since I haven't shared it yet, feel free to add me on Discord if ya'll like to hang out there! (Mutuals only and lmk who you are either in a comment or IMs.)
Hearing his little buddy's observation - and comparison, Ryuji nearly balked at the innocent remark - comparing his beloved ramen to spaghetti...?! Still, he made himself take a few deep breaths as Pump had probably never had ramen before and soon enough, he'd see it was even better...!
"Trust me, this is better than spaghetti...! See, what you got here is some amazing noodles sitting in a rich broth!" Eagerly, he already finds him leaning over and pointing to each ingredient with much vigor and enthusiasm. "Got some sliced green onions there to give it a bit of kick, some pork cutlets for meaty goodness, some nice big mushrooms too...!" Man, he was getting hungry just trying to describe it all but still he kept on going! "Plus, you got some seaweed for saltiness and a boiled egg - for extra protein...!"
Having leaned back in his seat slightly, his mouth was practically watering at his own description - damn, did this look good!
"As for what all of this makes together - this is ramen!" He grandly gestures with one hand, beaming from ear to ear. "Specifically, pork ramen! Though, there's lot of different kinds of ramen!"
❝ Noodles? ❞ He parrots, puzzlement in his voice as his head leaned out of the teenager's way. ❝ They have another name? ❞ This... was dangerously approaching Twizzlers and Red Vines territory. That is, in the sense that both looked the same to him. And were long and cylindric in shape.
White pupils kept taking glances of the bowl literally under his nose as each ingredient was pointed out to him. Like periods in a paragraph, each entry on the list was separated by a nod and an Mm-hm. Of implied understanding. So many things... Wait.
Cue an Ohhhh! As Pump rose his head, his mouth taking on a shape of a capital O as the difference had dawned on him in real time. He even clasped! His hands together. It made sense!
❝ You get to eat a LOT of food! ❞ He concluded as his arms shot out for emphasis. (No wonder it was Ryuji's favorite!) That way, he did not have to choose a favorite dish! ❝ I get it! ❞ He just could have them all!
Well, what were they waiting for then? They could not let it go cold! Except that-- Huh? Next to the bowl, there were a large spoon and a fork, all of which were the standard. So what were the wooden sticks for? The pumpkin-headed kid, humming to himself, picked them up and began staring at them.
No, he did not need to ask. He was confident he could figure it out. Maybe.
HAMMY'S POSTING. So I'm currently preparing my luggage for my four-day-long trip to the beach starting tomorrow, and Idk if I'll have the time to work on another reply tonight (or throughout the rest of the week), but I have a hot take I'd like to post here, and I'm feeling like crossing that bridge now.
I'm not going to sugarcoat it, I don't care about Bob. In terms of Spooky Month villains, of which all of them are great? Including the yet-to-be-revealed SM7 villain? Bob is at the bottom of my list. That's why I haven't interacted with any Bobs (in spite of knowing multiple people that write him) because, to me, he's canonically dead and I don't feel like entraining otherwise. I don't even mention him in IC or Lore posts as much either. At least, not in comparison to the likes of Dexter or Moloch, or even Father Gregor.
SM5 is great, don't get me wrong. After SM4 and its length and pacing issues and stuff, you can tell that Pelo learned a lot and that's why SM5 came out stellar; and a big reason for that is Bob being the episode's villain. I just don't care about the guy himself. I'm sorry everyone, not only my non-RP friends and I always post the gif of him getting hit by the police cruiser every time he's mentioned, but I find it very annoying to look for fanart of my boys and, instead, find fanart of him as the main focus even when checking the boys' tags. I don't see the appeal and I never will. Everyone and their mother is obsessed with him and I'm the odd one out, and I'm okay with that.
Of course, I make sure my biases don't bleed into my IC posts. Pump ain't going to forget playing hide and seek with some red fat guy later turned into a zombie, obviously; but I don't really make the effort to mention him either. I just think the other villains are far more interesting for him to talk about.
Kinger stooped a little as the young-one pondered , he needed to rest his arched back , it's curvature getting worse so he sunk into his haunches . He was listening , as best as he could there was always a risk that he may dissociate but he stared at the pumpkin-character , trying not to let his mind wonder . It was probably good he hadn't mentioned Seraph's future mate Wolfgang . 𝐏𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 are his favorite to ― ah , he almost lost it again .
The snapping of fingers startled him && brought him back into the present . ❝ A 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 ? ❞ He almost missed that he had to follow goodness , he watched the drawing etch into the ground by the Autumn squash's hand
His majesty stares blankly at the drawing , eyes only seeming to register what was going on when his attention was drawn to the youngest's hand interacting with the drawing , he sinks down to Pump's level .
♔. ❝ You were playing around with one of those ? ❞ His voice seemed to soften , genuine concern . Had this been approximately two decades ago he might have been less inclined to believe him . His reality is all but shattered ; so he does . ❝ Were you safe ? 𝕯𝖎𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 ? _ ❞ He isn't sure why he asked , obviously he was okay now but . . . he still cares . 𖥔
Proudly, he nodded. ❝ Skid got one for his birthday and we wanted to prank call something. ❞ So proudly, even, he could not even tell the chess piece's question came from a place of concern-- ❝ It was easy! ❞ --rather than a place of surprise.
Anyone would have found it to be unbelievable, if not impossible. The product of two kids playing pretend. And Pump did not make the effort to describe it as anything other than mere child's play with a spooky twist either! A huge understatement. Like repeating Bloody Mary's name in front of the mirror, or the Concentrate game.
And so, with this in mind, the question that followed prompted him to tilt his head to the side. Hm? By how confused he looked, it was as if the possibility had never crossed his mind. As if the other was worrying for nothing.
Blink, blink. ❝ No? ❞ His blinking was almost hearable. ❝ Moloch was our demon friend! ❞ The smile returned, arms spreading out! As he began describing: ❝ He was very big, and strong, and red-- ❞ He moved his index fingers and thumbs to the top of his mask. ❝ --and he had really cool horns, and fangs, and claws, and spooky yellow eyes! ❞
It all sounded like it was not meant to have gone any further than trying to establish contact with something... out of this mortal realm. Alas, the seven-year-old was far too invested into his own story to notice anything wrong with any of that.
❝ He was soooooo big he couldn't fit through the door so-- ❞ A chuckle. The mental image was funny. ❝ --he lived in Skid's attic for a whole year. ❞ Hard to believe he was talking about an evil being that had, likely, crawled out of Hell itself. ❝ We used to catch rats and pigeons outside and feed them to him! ❞ A lot of... past tense was being used.
HAMMY'S POSTING. Good morning guys- oh, what the hell, when did I reach 100 followers? I never expected this blog to even go beyond 50 at one point, let alone twice of that. Sorry if I'm not the most social, or talkative, or active poster in the Dash, but I definitely appreciate all the opportunities ya'll have given me. 💖
