#thepickleking

[thepicklekingdraws]

Here’s a drawing a made a few weeks back with my character Alma She’s a 17 year old goof ball, likes puns, and is just a total dork

[thebamfblueelf]

"Do you want a goobinschlaphen?"

“Was is that….I do not even know..”

[princecracky]

"Would you like some gummy bears, Jacky boy?"

guMMY bE ARS

YES

[silvertonguedgod-archived]

((OOC: My muse right now

[valihasablog]

"We don't have to be strangers..." The pickle man walks up to the young man until he is only a few inches away and is staring directly into his eyes. "Buy a pickle and be my friend."

Vali's brows met, vertical fold formed between them. "I don't need a pickle."

[valihasablog]

The pickle king, who is wearing a 'disguise' of a trench coat, a fedora, and sun glasses sneaks up behind you and taps your shoulder. He glances around to see if anyone is watching, then opens his coat and gestures to the inside of it. The many pockets lining it are filled with pickles. "Psst.. hey.. hey you. Wanna buy a pickle? They're of the best quality."

"I- uhm..." Vali has been effectively confused, also the smell of pickles that hat hit his nose when the trench coat had been opened made him take a step back. Some smells were not just smells, they were something solid, and here Vali was confronted with a wall of gaseous pickles. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.", seemed like the only answer he could come up with now. Well, it was strange.

[thebamfblueelf]

Yes.. very happy!!!! *the pickle spins and tosses some dill around like confetti, then disappears*

…So…Either I am hallucinating from pain…Or I just met a talking pickle..

Or sleep…sleep is also another option.

[thebamfblueelf]

I AM NO LONGER AN ANON. WILL YOU HUG ME NOW?

….

Um, well…alright…you are not a grey face so sure. Just be careful I got hurt a few days back.