#toteczious

[the-stray-liger]

welp, potato sausage just tripped to the mud

A GOOD BOY

[monarch-solutions]

In the Discord Chat just now....

Toteczious: @everyone imagine toto africa plays in the distant. When it gets closer, you'll see Beth running fearcefully towards u

~A few lines later~

Meyer-Joyce Type Inventory: i read that as "beth running across a huge desert just to punch me" and. yes?

i want beth to run across the sahara and punch me full force killing me instantly

[vvilliamjoyce]

*Pushes a cheese piece to you, meaning that he's sharing half of it*-Schrodinger the mouse

   William was working on something or other, just a small nitpick to pass the time, when Schro offered him the small piece of cheese. The scientist smirked, gracefully accepting the gift. 

  ❝Awh, buddy-- thanks.❞

[cmdonovann]

some doodles of @toteczious‘s characters that got... WAY out of hand

i didnt even intend to color these tbh it juST HAPPENED

also i really need to practice drawin shoes bc DANG THEY ARE HARD

[vvilliamjoyce]

*crawls in your jacket then shirt* -Schrodinger the mouse

   He chuckled, being tickled by the mouses proximity and movement. This wasn’t anticipated. 

   ❝C’mon, buddy...❞ Will laughed then, ❝You know I’m ticklish.❞

[vvilliamjoyce]

*Is hiding under a table after he escaped, not knowing you are behind him.* -Schrodinger the mouse

   William sighs, tired beyond belief when he spots the mouse outside of it’s domain. It has been a long long day and really all he could think of is going to bed. Yet, these matters were pressing. 

  ❝Schrodinger, you really shouldn’t be running around the lab. It’s dangerous.❞  Will explains as he bends down to pick up the small animal and brings it up to the top of the desk.❝Were you looking for cheese?❞  

[scorchedcreed]

A griffin, colored in pitch black feathers and having ember eyes, sniffs around in your room. He found a group of ember colored feathers, of course not belong to him, and pokes them around. He sneezed once one of the feather get into his small yellow beak, before continues to sniff around.

Technically it is not his room, he hasn’t had a space of his own since chickhood. The phoenix is dozing a bit, settled and just waiting for the night to pass but that tiny sneeze is enough to get a response. Jerking awake, eyes glowing brightly like two hot coals in the dark, he turns his head to look at the newcomer. 

“A griffin? You bunch don’t usually come close to human settlements. What’cha doin here? Searching for milk?” a slight jab at the feline half of the creature but it’s harmless.

[scorchedcreed]

((Hey. Do you accept other mythical creature muses? I have a small griffin, a dragon horse, and a winged lion))

Yes, Yes I do.