Feb 27, 2016
((So I noticed that two of @queenoftheblackpuddle ‘s muses/OCs are now friends with two muses of mine and my hands slipped.))
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Switzerland
seen from United States
seen from Paraguay
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Croatia
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Netherlands
seen from Iraq
((So I noticed that two of @queenoftheblackpuddle ‘s muses/OCs are now friends with two muses of mine and my hands slipped.))
"Happy V-Day, kiddo." Be held out a small plate wrapped in purple cellophane. Inside was a plate of some kind of flaky pastry with chocolate and strawberry drizzle. "The bakery had a couple extras, and since you're really the only friend I've got in Jollywood, I thought-well, I hope you like them."
Dopey sniffed out the pastry a little curious. The strong scent of chocolate was enough to get his attention, adding with the fact this was a gift from his wolfy friend. The dwarf quickly pulled out a Valentine card, filled with drawing of dogs and gave it to Beloved, then he grabbed the yummy looking pastry.
The wolf girl. She lick you.
“I’m not even going to ask.”
"What's a party?"
“Well... A party is having a lot of people together, dancing to music, eating food and just having fun!” Happy stopped talking as a thought reached his mind. “Have you... ever been to a party, miss?”
“Pbbbbtttt”
((AAAAAAAA CUTE OC ALERT
Also thank you for reading the rules page! :´D))
"Is it always so bright out here?" A young woman, a few inches shorter than even most dwarves, wandered over to Starchbottom, a hand shielding her eyes from the sun. Her skin was worryingly pale, almost ghostlike, and her hair was the color of paper left to age. Very fair.
“Bright? Well, I suppose it is a pretty clear da-” He glanced down at whomever had addressed him, as was polite, and his words seemed to catch in his throat. He knew she couldn’t be a ghost- he’d met ghosts before, and she wasn’t quite there yet- but he wasn’t so sure she looked well either. This... she wasn’t the fair-haired child he’d been warned about, was she? She was so small, there was no way she could do anything that would warrant it...
It took him only a second to process all of this, and he soon caught himself and continued what he was saying, playing it off as though he really had had something in his throat. “-sorry. A pretty clear day. I suppose you’re new to Jollywood, then?”