#lonelyforestdweller

[thehorrificpapyrus-blog]

It's feet crunched the snow.

Papyrus stood by his brother’s vacant sentry station-- his teeth crunching a stolen potato chip.

[letmeexplaineverything]

((Happy birthday!))

((it is not my birthday but thank you nonetheless))

[letmeexplaineverything]

"Trick or Treat!" a little girl wearing a hood and cloak showed up at your muse's door.

(The small alien floating in the ship’s entryway looked her up and down, one of his ears flicked up. Isn’t that at the end of the month...?)

“Ah... I’m afraid I don’t have any candy...”

[brunetteghost-greenpuff]

It wandered aimlessly through the fields.

Lillian just watched from where she floated at her window. She could get Petal to go and investigate who this was, but at the same time, she had no particular interest to meet someone new. Unless this being came to explore the worn cottage, Lillian would have no want to interact at all.

[monarchspunchingbag-blog]

Closed Starter: Crazy

(( A role play starter for @lonelyforestdweller. I hope this is okay.))

-Escargoon and high highness were once again trying to plan out a gold course and how they were going to make it quickly but efficiently. Or at least Escargoon was. He usually did all the work and any planning that had to go through with it. Or at least the mollusk did most of it. Trying to satisfy King Dedede with trying to make it just like what the King imagined as always. Though this was really hard as the tyrant often changed his mind or was hard to please. Therefore, the snail ended up with a fair few lumps.

The pair had been at it all day. They had thankfully not tried this in Whispy Woods because they probably would have just ended up with a punishment like last time. Even so this was a surprise as usually his majesty did not learn from his mistakes, but he wasn’t so stupid that he didn’t know what pain and humiliation was.

While King Dedede was stuffing his face with the lunch that was packed for him, the lavender creature began to wonder around. He was clever a lot of the time even if he did have his moments. So for this reason he wanted to get a good luck of his surroundings and examine them. He could also plot more of the golf course and add up more of the figures in his sketch book as he did so.

The hermaphrodite bit on the bottom of his pen as he though.-” Take away the thirty.”-He muttered to himself as he walked forwards.

It was then he had bumped into something, but it wasn’t a tree. Oh no. It was way too fleshy for that. The purple male glanced up from his position on the floor and screamed. He hadn’t expected to see her here. He didn’t even know who she was.-