#dollhousemuses

[krillconoisseur]

@dollhousemuses​ //; Huey’s proud of all his badges, and so is Fethry!

[livesforgttnaa]

❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜ /fr. yakko to roxanne, no i dont know what this is / @dollhousemuses​ 

▬▬▬ ☆      Roxanne looks to Yakko,  concern  on  her  face.  Was  Yakko  implying  that  he  wasn’t  a  good  person?  That  confused  her.  Yakko  always  seemed  so  good  -  the  oldest  of  his  siblings  &&  always  doing  his  best  to  take  care  of  them  (  she  thought  he  was  doing  an  outstanding  job  too!  ).  So  to  hear  that  --  she  didn’t  understand.  

                                  ❝  Yakko, I think you’re an amazing person. You do so much for... pretty much everyone! All jokes aside, I don’t think you really expect anything in return either. You are good && I don’t think it takes much to see that!  ❞

[tunnagana]

@dollhousemuses​

“Huey! Come play with me!”

[sharpcr-a]

      “FOR THE LAST TIME, I’m FINE.”

[double-knots-archive]

       “you’re like number fifty on the naughty list, you don’t need a list, much less something with a table of contents.”

[scnrisa]

🖌 tries again for sofia and dulce

she definitely tries to comfort her daughter whenever she gets scared.

[drawbauchery]

Hey~! Do you mind if people use you art as icons? It's just so cute!

yep go ahead! i just ask for credit in your bio!

[decanard-a]

@dollhousemuses​

Your brothers in there somewhere underneath the grevils and blankets Huey 

[babyboydbaby]

@dollhousemuses​​ (For Huey obvs)

“Boyd, run! Get out of here!”

Despite his glitches getting more frequent, Huey’s words had been prominent in Boyd’s head over the course of the past few...

Gosh, what had it been? Hours? Days? Did time matter anymore? Did anything really matter anymore?

Not to a weapon of destruction, probably.

Boyd had ran, or rather flown, away from the group of bickering adults threatening to put an end to his life. Despite his insistence that he was a Definitely Real Boy, none of them outside of Huey had listened.

He had ran, hidden away from the judging public, cried over how unfair everything was. He was a Definitely Real Boy, he could feel it deep in his programming.

But none of that mattered.

All the adults saw was a weapon. A killer robot. 

A villain.

He’d cried a bit longer, then made a choice. A choice he announced through just about any electronic device in Tokyolk that his hacking skills allowed him to access.

Effectively immediately, the city was under new management. Under the rule of the robot child who had plagued them all those years ago.

They wanted to fear him? To see him as nothing more than a killer robot?

Fine.

He was quick to strike that aforementioned fear into them with the destruction of the nearest building to him. Of course he felt a twinge of guilt watching all of them evacuate in a fearful rush, but...he had to ignore it. This is what they wanted, right? They wanted him to be a weapon? A killer robot? Just something to hate?

His tiny fist found the pavement in the nearby alleyway. He wasn’t tired, he didn’t need a break, and half the building was still standing, but that guilt really was too hard to ignore, and he contemplated giving the residents a fair chance at finishing their evacuation.

Psh. Why should he, though? It’s not like they would’ve done the same, right? They all wanted to kill him, to shut him down, to...to lie to him about being able to fix his malfunctions!

His rage bubbling over at the memory, he took to his work again and made sure to punch the nearest wall with as much force as he could possibly muster. If they couldn’t escape in time...well...

[krillconoisseur]

@dollhousemuses //; Couldn’t decide between these two so here’s both of ‘em!!

[tunnagan]

“Are you okay? You seem a little… well, the opposite of sane.” 

@dollhousemuses​

“I’m fine. My sanity isn’t a conversation point, red kid.” None of the inventions had worked. None. They’d worked fine before he’d handed them off to the child. Sabotage? Red nephew was certainly smart enough, if he wanted to. But it didn’t seem... correct. His magic failing? Potentially. “Put that piece of garbage down. It’s useless like this.”

[gonemadgirl]

Whеn we were in Dublin 

                        Think wе fell in love with the same guy

Walking past the front desk

(Pictured him undressed at the same time)

[sharpcr-a]

   “In my defense, I don’t need to know those things about Huey a solid 95% of the time.”

[modestmuses-a]

( closed starter for @dollhousemuses​ )

Curiosity drew Snufkin to the sound, a desire to know what was going on with his surroundings.  It is important to be alert about that kind of thing if one wants to travel alone, and while it sounds much too clumsy to be some kind of predatory creature, it never hurt to verify.

No, it is a young duck, seemingly caught in a mess of bramble.  The more modern style of clothing and (relatively) clean feathers let Snufkin know that he has likely ventured off from some city and is therefore a good ways from home.  But that’s just a guess.

“Could I help you?” he offers, more tentative and neutral than some others might.  He understands well the need for independence and does not want to impose or come across as patronizing.  In fact, his paws slip into the pockets of his coat while he stands there, no intention to reach out until the duck asks for it.

[mallhit]

     ❛ now if someone needed help with that little experiment, all he would need to do is swallow his pride and ask. ❜

* @dollhousemuses​ / varian sc.

[livesforgttnaa]

                                  ❛  actually, elmo doesn’t want to play with rocko. rocko is just a rock.  ❜ / @dollhousemuses​