#unforgettablegarbage1997

[codenamejudas]

* WHAT AM I? A/n [Tree]?? * [[Offer Available]] TO GO FOR A [Ride Around Town] WITH YOUr [Best Friend]! * WILL EVEN [[Wee Woo]] FOR YOU!

"YES!"

"I meant yes to the riding and yelling part, not you being a tree."

[anotherhumanpet]

@unforgettable-garbage1997 said ☤

While it's not the first time Rob has come face to face with a giant mechanical being, he had been blissfully living under the impression that those days were long gone and over with as well. Evidently though, life had other ideas in mind for him and his son; Very large, bird shaped ideas. So he sits in the car with the engine idling, not quite ready to commit to parking just in case he needs to make a sudden speedy getaway. Not that his Lincoln could pull off any legendary speeds but--

"...Please be a friendly one." He whispered to no one in particular. It might have actually been a prayer.

[thebigshotman]

@unforgettable-garbage1997 (both a continuation of the story and an updated starter!)

A few minutes after the lights came back on, a noise could be heard at the top of the stairs where Queen’s mech used to be. Several noises, actually. Beating against the wall. Repeatedly. And eventually, with a mighty crash and the scattering of much debris, the source of the noise revealed itself.

A 10 foot tall robot, with a patchwork suit and equally patchwork, yet wide and menacing wings. A triangle crest in the middle of the chest. White, stilettoed boots. And the face of Spaul, his eyes now the lenses of his glasses and his hair now oiled-back bird feathers.

At the moment the crest was open, and out of it had just shot three, turquoise colored mechanical hearts on chains with a version of his face on them. Grey steam exuded from his grin as he recoiled from their use, the hearts retracting and being locked back into the chest where they belonged.

And when he finally spoke, his extremely distorted voice was almost ear-ringing. But it just stopped at the line to be considered such.

*SPAF-SPAF-SPAFNIR!!! [[I’m baaaack~]]!!!! 1N FACT I’M-I’M [[bigger and better than ever]]!!!!

The strings were countless, hooked up to his body, but at the moment he was currently on the ground. Four were also not attached…but still around, hanging around his shoulders?

*WH4T-T-T-T DO YA TH1NK?!?! AM I [[because you’re worth it]]????

He is currently too [[BIG]] to notice a certain group of Addisons nearby.

[puzzleb0nes]

@unforgettable-garbage1997​ liked for a tiny starter

~

“...Not to be insultin’ or anything....but what exactly are you?”

[bonkersdbobcat]

@unforgettable-garbage1997​

  A bobcat and his worms. He’ll get them where they need to go after they’ve stopped being cozy to hug.

[recklessinventor]

starter | @unforgettable-garbage1997​

“Uncle Spafnir!”

Jeff is back from school on holiday for the next week! He sets down his bag and excitedly gives the fluffy creature a hug. For once, he’s not dressed in his school uniform, but in a cozy red sweater and khakis - no doubt given to him from his mom Shy.

“What have I missed? You have to tell me and I’ll tell you about school!”

He might have stowed Spafnir a few pinecones from Winters too...

[x-knighthood]

@unforgettable-garbage1997​ is staring at you! 

                             “N..nice beastie...... easy does it. I’m not gonna hurt you-- promise! See? No weapon! - I’m just here for THAT little mirror, okay buddy?” The scrawny teen carefully inched forward , trying not to make it oh-so-apparent that he was sweating bullets. A steady hand held out firmly in front of himself as some sort of.. invisible shield.  Sure, he’d encountered his fair share of beasts before. Some, MUCH bigger than this one was.   Scared? Who, Graham? Absolutely. Terrified, even. 

[all-fleshed-out]

@unforgettable-garbage1997​ practically BEGGED me for this-- 

Small? SMALL! SO- SO small! Molly’s never seen them so teeny tiny before! Carefully she scoops them up from whatever activity they were doing before. What Molly had planned was MUCH more important anyway. Carefully, she carries her wee little friend to her bedroom.   Molly wasn’t the type of kid to ask permission these days, with what little braincells she had left it was no shock she sort of just.. did as she pleased.  The corpselet trotted over to her little table where an array of generic brand washable paints was splayed out in addition to a large sheet of paper covering the tables surface. “Y’wan try??” She asked, giving a quick demonstration with a dip of her finger in the goop, and right onto the page. “W’cant ... urghhh.. eat it tho..”