#twoatticghosts

[foolishmcrtals-blog]

@twoatticghosts​

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"Very cute cosplaying."

[abunchofbooloney]

@twoatticghosts

“Watch it, watch it!!” The green ghost yelped as his companion barreled past him. Douboole wasn’t keen on letting Ribboon run the show, so he hurried after them. They had already started floating upwards towards the ceiling.

“What makes you think there’s even anything here?” He asked, tugging on the other ghosts’s ribbons. This made his friend stop and think for a moment, before giving a smile.

“Well, it doesn’t matter if there’s anything here! I like the sense of adventure! Of exploring!!” They twirled around for a moment, letting emotions get the best of them. The ribbons fastened around their arms waved around in the air, creating a complementary effect to their movements.

When Douboole had no response, they turned back to the ceiling and poked the front half of their body through.

“Well?” Douboole questioned. “How is it up there?”

“Very dusty,” they replied, their voice muffled by the wooden panels. “But somebody else is here!!” It was then they vanished completely into the ceiling.

Douboole was still for a split second, not sure he had hear them right. When he realized that they had in fact meant somebody else was there, he panicked and quickly followed.

“WHO’S THERE?” He asked, a little louder than he had intended. He had flown up so fast that he collided with Ribboon and rebounded a few feet. 

When he managed to clear his head and regain his balance, he saw that Ribboon was right. There were indeed others with them.

[wabbledab]

I’m making an art project completely based on hats. Hat Boox would be so proud of me

[youngsilvereyedwitch-blog]

"Never have I had people want and envy my clothes before... Aside from the star demon with my hat..."

[youngsilvereyedwitch-blog]

📚!

“I still remember when I first met Cuvo…

I was a little girl. Father was working on a potion for animals to communicate with people. I remember gathering berries for his potions, and heard a little ‘caw!’. There was young Cuvo, his poor little wing hurt!

I took the little guy in, and with mother’s help, nursed him back to health. I enjoyed being with the little guy, as I didn’t have any friends at that time. You can imagine how upset I was when Mother told me he had to be released back into the wild. I had Father use the first talking potion on Cuvo, just so we could talk to one another before he left. He said he would only let me use this potion once, as he needed them to sell in the village.

Oh, how chatty the little bird was when he learned to talk! He began to visit me after I put him back in the wild, talk to me, join me when gathering berries…

He was my first friend.”