Also would like to introduce my New little Helpers around the Blog for fun!
Little Imps!! Or Voidies..or Devils (call them whatever fits to you ^^ )
You can interact with them if you’d like ^^
They might bite, but they are nice and silly :3

seen from United States
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seen from United States
seen from Poland

seen from Poland
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seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Belgium
seen from China

seen from Sweden
seen from China
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Also would like to introduce my New little Helpers around the Blog for fun!
Little Imps!! Or Voidies..or Devils (call them whatever fits to you ^^ )
You can interact with them if you’d like ^^
They might bite, but they are nice and silly :3
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Sleepytime!😪🦥🌒
Sleepy/Belphegor and her crew.
(Changed up Mam, the glasses fox guy, a bit)
Nugget, how did you meet Gold?
*Nugget grins.**Nugget first met Gold right after he was born. It was hoped that Gold’s two legged parents would take care of him, but they were useless even for two leggeds. So Nugget had to step in. He is very proud of Gold… even if he is a bit of an idiot, especially around his female.*
(I donnu how many knows this by now, but Nugget is genetically Gold’s parent and actually raised him. I thought Gold deserved one good parent… even if said parent is small and scaly.)
Hey Nugget, since we know you are clearly not of earth have you and the rest of the imps ever wanted to go back 'home'? Or what is the reason if you don't want to even if you could? What would become of Gold if you were say forced to return? I am certainly not gathering intel on your species...
*At the mention of ‘home’ the rest of the imps gets clearly nervous, looking at Nugget and Ore hides itself beneath one of the big couch cushions.**Nugget sits up and glares through narrow glowing eyes. Home… it has been a long time since it has thought of home. Nugget blinks its eyes. Imps always want to return home, being away from home is difficult. Most do not survive being away from home.**But… at least this place is not too bad… a lot of good food. It also helps that the dominant species are an arrogant and foolish one. Nugget shakes its head with an amused gleam in its eyes. Most believe that Nugget and the swarm is harmless and instinct driven creatures simply because they are small and do not engage in a primitive form of communication based on noise. Using noise to communicate is a silly thing. But… the poor two legged’s brain have trouble handling higher forms of communication. Nugget has learned this through experience.**At the mention of Gold it creature’s eyes narrow again. It does not matter. Nugget is not going to leave Gold. Nugget promised that. Not that it matters really. Should Nugget be recalled home, Gold is coming with him. So is Belle… and so is the rest of you.**Nugget seems to grin as the rest of the swarm grows excited at the thought.*
Imps flood the floor of Rani's home in great numbers, all standing around shoulder to shoulder and smoking tiny blunts of weed
Rani is enraged. The imps are back— she despises the petty little things. She lifts one of the imps by the collar of its grimy little shirt and rattles it, the roach of the blunt falling to the ground. The herbal, sharp scent is never coming out of the log cabin, except she does feel it doing something a bit odd for her nerves. She growled in frustration, dropping the imp back onto her floor. “All of you, out, now. We are not turning my house into an imp smoking lodge.”
Inspired by the last, more and more imps queue up, until there are hundreds of them all slapping their wet tummies and playing kazoos, waiting to dump the cursed imp head amulets they apparently all have lying around
Rani looks sincerely disturbed, and is smacking whichever ones get between her and the door with her cane. Why so many of these things have amulets of other imps’ heads, she does not want to know.
Rani is about to reach the door when she realizes the imps are probably about to come through the windows of the cabin, too. Well, that’s her problem later. “What the fuck, what the fuck,” she continues to mutter under her breath, nudging them out of the way with her good foot.