#tw dhmis

[cosmicxd]

Being a DHMIS fan be like

[moonlitmanor]

Yarnaby whenever he sees a KickinChicken or Poe

[invaderzimdeath]

there’s three of them

[ol1veflower]

Cute couple. Strange love.

[modmad]

Mod you get defensive that RGB is called a Tumblr Sexyman but weren't you a cruxial component into popularizing the human design of the clock from DHMIS a few years ago?

this is a grotesque mistruth I do not get defensive over RGB's status as a sexyman it just came as a complete shock to me which just goes to prove how clueless I am about that whole field, also I have come to terms with my own (inadvertent) sins of the past and yes that Clock is a part of my legacy and- while I did not design his tumblr sexymansona- I concede that my repeated drawings evidently did contribute to the situation, and I will accept the given prison sentence without bail. thank you for this press conference I will not be taking any questions at the present time

[beepsparks]

I got bored and wanted to doodle Tony but autism creature

Yippee

[nebulaesys]

would red guy (dhmis) stims be doable? if so, could i have a happy, sad, and neutral ones? / f

Here you go! ^^

-Phoenixx, RPC, Blurry

[peskyduck]

@magichcuse

{¤} Vivian is caught off guard by the question, far more used to people pointing out other things about her. The more time went on, the more people found to criticize about her—like how her father calls her outfits "funeral clothes" or how her father complains over her draining the house of color when she's upset despite knowing it's something she can't control. Having someone look at her in awe for being a bird is leagues better than any of that, even if it seems odd.

If Vivian had to take a guess, she'd assume this guy has been isolated for a while. She hadn't focused on learning divination when her magic was still at its strongest and wouldn't be able to use any psychic abilities even if she wanted to, so her guess is about as good as anyone else's.

Not wanting to be rude to the stranger, Vivian smiles and nods in agreement.

"Yes, I am a bird. A duck, to be specific." Vivian tilts her head, her brows furrowing in concern. "Are you alright, sir? I know this probably feels a little disorienting..." {¤}

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'A duck! Of course. A duck...' He chirps. 'A fellow bird! I'm a crow, I think?' Its pretty obvious he's also a duck; clearly a misinformed duck.

Is he alright? No. He's on edge constantly and his memory is patchy and somehow everyone or everything he meets makes him feel unnerved and wrong. But-

'Of course, I'm always fine.' He lies through his beak.

'I am simply trying to find my way back home. Any clues?