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[houseflyy]

@pcbbles asked: ❛  i just don't think i can do this. i'm never going to find a home.  ❜

the boy, the mole, the fox and the horse.

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Oh, her heart sunk for the poor creature. Melody knew with an unfortunate certainty that she’d blurted out those very words before. I can’t do this, she would say. I’m never going to find it, she would wail on her worst days. What would she have liked to be told then?

“That’s not true,” she asserted, though her tone was gentle. “I think there’s someone out there who’s waiting for you. You may not know who they are yet, but they want you to be safe and happy all the time. And you’re exactly who they wish for. You’re colorful and wonderful!

You don’t think you’ll find a home?” That was when she finally revealed herself beyond a mere voice by fluttering close by—a light tickle on the nose—and hovering before the little bat-thing.

“Well, I think you will. And I’ll help you!”

[redemn]

Something's rummaging through the camp's food supply. Whatever it is, it's quite colorful — and about as big as a plump raccoon.

he’s  the  only  one  that  hears  it  .      or  maybe  he’s  the  only  one  that  spots  it  .      he’s  sure  he’d  seen  kieran  glance  over  toward  the  barrels  and  boxes  full  of  fruits  and  sliced  meat  ,      but  that  boy  wouldn’t  say  a  word  about  it  unless  he  was  asked  .      arthur  ,      who  seems  to  be  the  only  other  person  who  notices  the  rummaging  ,      doesn’t  take  to  bothering  him  .      curious  ,      he’s  heading  right  for  the  edge  of  camp  to  check  it  out  .      it’s  clear  pearson  is  either  on  a  break  or  busy  with  something  away  from  the  butchering  table  ,      if  this  hasn’t  been  dealt  with  .

there  it  is  ,      that  raccoon  .      except    …    it’s  not  any  shade  of  raccoon  arthur’s  ever  seen  before  .      maybe  gus  has  missed  this  particular  species  .

❝        what  the  hell  ?        ❞        a  step  closer  .        ❝        what’re  you  supposed  to  be  ?        ❞

[hxzelwallflower]

👕 for the nonverbal rp starter meme!

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Frequent growls from Spud during the wee hours eventually prompt Eileen to leave food out for the visitor . It's common this time of year for possums to be rooting around her garden for bulbs or editables , but she certainly doesn't expect to find this little one picking the leaves off her ivy trellis .

A curious warble follows her crouching in front of the child , an angry grunt from the shroom peeking from among the ocean of hair greeting him silently .

[airxn]

Little guy's boops are gradually becoming less and less gentle. Now he's just straight up hitting Airin in the face. Smack. Smack. Smack. SMACK.

𝐀𝐡, 𝐀𝐇!! Airin topples to the ground and wails in defeat! The little guy got him! He's killing him!!

[aintitfierce]

@pcbbles: OHHH THAT LOOKS AMAZING 🥹❤️ I'M SO PROUD OF YOUUU

THANK YOU

it's full of veggies too so i feel pretty jazzed with it altogether tbh lmao

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

“Say no more, lil’ fella! I’m happy t’share my new recipe with ya—you’ll be th’ first, y’know!” Butch excitedly informs him as if he can understand, moving to find a wooden bowl nearby the large pot. When he finds one, he dips the bowl into the stew, scooping up a good amount of meat and veggies. He’s not sure if it’s a carnivore or herbivore but he figures giving it the option of both will answer that question.

Butch steps back over to the oversized bat and couches down to put the bowl before him, watching him curiously. “Here ya go… gimme yer honest opinion, alright?”

Clearly he had some level of speech and comprehension it seemed but was it supposed to be all alone? He would have to try and ask him questions when he was more comfortable, if his cooking succeeded of course.

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The alien pup lifts his sights upward, previous irritations seeming to melt off and dissipate. A dirt-flecked finger picks at the corner of his mouth for a moment, rubbing his snaggletooth as he listens. With this listening, the creature's frankly oversized ears become more apparent — They angle and twitch with each word and syllable, making just slight adjustments to retain more sound.

Eyes follow Butch's line of sight to the steaming pot, and nose twitches curiously. Mouth waters. The bat's tongue swipes across its maw.

Then, ears perk higher as the hat — Which, naturally, should be so rightfully his — is returned to his grasp, hugged and clutched between his paws. A toothy, open-mouthed grin bursts upon the pup's face before he finally points an unsheathed claw toward the pot of food,

"Want now!"

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[fledermuse]

“Your intuition knows what to write, so get out of the way.” — Ray Bradbury

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[canoftomatoes]

Art of @pcbbles and @fledercanons Sarabi ❤️

[discardedpawns]

@pcbbles the baby shows it's true colors!!

[cookie-batter]

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[pcbble]

Here's an Amy theme I made for my Instagram account @ Pcbbles! If you use give credit

[aonokumura]

One of Rin's shoes has been entirely obliterated by little teeth. There the little alien is, just chewing away at the now tattered material.

🌀 "aGH!! That's like the 5th pair I've gone through this month alone! Shoo!! Shoo!!!" 🐈‍⬛

[airxn]

𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬. Usually, he's the smaller one. Either getting picked up by others or the one being offered a ride. So uncertainty forms in little twitches along his flank as he tries to judge his balance.

Once the welp is settled, he grunts at the welp's plea of hunger. A part of him wants no detours, but he also doesn't want to deal with the persistent whining of a child…

" Well, what do you like to eat? " The Felicid asks tendering, beginning his slow strides towards civilization. " We might find it on the way there? "

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It sounds like a plan to him, well and fair enough. He gets to find his family, and he gets a ride on the funny kitty-horse-doggie? Expression brightens as he clumsily clambers upward onto the other mysterious creature's back.

"I'm —"

One might have expected an introduction. A proper way of saying "hello, my name is-", and yet that's not the case. He's a toddler, after all, and with that, there's only one of few things on his mind —

"Hungry!"

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[canoftomatoes]

A wonky drawing of @pcbbles beloved GB ❤️

[timehcpper]

"Alright, Alright. I'm going to one." He laughs in a joyful manner seeming to be entranced by the younger aliens tone. He didn't mind at all. He's excited, no? Jonathan wanted to have the little one to have memories and experiences. Although... explaining to the clerk that he's carrying an alien WOULD be rather hard. Then again, he's also not human either. To hell with societal standards. "Do you know one nearby? I'm a tourist. I'm sure you can understand-!" And off to the races goes Jonathan and Pebbles to a candy store!

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"CANDY SHOP! CAN-DY SHOP! CANDY SHOP!" There comes the chanting, and subsequent pulling. He's already trying to drag the other along, other wing flapping wildly. You can bet he's gonna try to grab a fistful of every candy in the whole darn store.

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[canoftomatoes]

I got an iPad for my birthday and I'm learning how to use procreate! I drew two things of my character Kandu (considering making a rp blog for them) and art of me and my boyfriends (@pcbbles) together 💗