@mouffete booped you!

Without a second thought to process who was even poking them in the check, the Lamb almost flips onto their back to swipe their long neck over towards you. CHOMP! Down does their big chompers onto your hand; and not enough to draw blood, as reasonably... They had to hold back or they'd accidentally make a snack out of you. Regardless, holding tight onto your arm with their jaws, they are shaking you around like a ragdoll. They've been hanging with the dogs too much again and they have a sudden burst of energy to get out now!

@mouffete

"Heh, are you challenging me to a booping duel?" He'll accept challenges from anyone, no matter the opponent 'cause booping wars are serious business!

♬ — @mouffete asked : “ pauvre petit ! how has settling in treating you so far ? I have been hearing that your first day was, ah... rough. ”

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IT COMES AND GOES. the fear. the dread. the weight that crushes her every single time she's reminded that she's forever in this – this agonizing cage. there's no time nor logic nor a single drop of NORMALITY and it eats at her , god , does it eat her alive. settling in ? like a cinderblock to the skull. like quicksand.

no exit. no exit. it's a chant in her mind , perfectly underlined with that same jingle in the background. her eyes burn. sometimes she closes them and sees AFTERIMAGES of the structures , the colors too vibrant for her to bear.

❛ rough . . . ❜

understatement. she holds onto the question , but it's just a reminder of this reality. she feels her heart shatter , thinking about it again. words are like bracken water at the back of her throat. the room feels so much smaller.

this is all there is.

❛ it’s . . . everything is so loud. and bright. it’s everything- and it’s not even th-the worst part about all of this. ❜ she wanted to scream. she finds she can't. she’d just scare the stranger away. but at least it's someone new. another face , but another prisoner nonetheless. ❛ this can't be it. but – but it is and i have to look at it all every single day- ! ❜

she does hug herself then. tight. she trembles , curls up like a pillbug. let her cave in on herself , let her constrict into nothing. ❛ i want to go home , a-and i don't even know what or . . . where home is. ❜

how can you miss something you barely remember ? a void in your heart , in your head ?

❛ p-people have been . . . nice. ❜ she sighs.

@mouffete

"I have just acquired burger fries! Would you care for some? You seem hungry... Not that hungry has any looks! I just saw you eying my food." She offers the plate of fries towards the stranger.

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Zooble blinks at her, not offended by the line of questioning but seemingly unimpressed-- par for the course, with them. "That's a dumb question." As in obviously they're better than a quote-unquote zombie, but also who really cares about being one in the first place?

"If it gets you abstracted you did it wrong. You gotta care about something to spiral."

@mouffete asked: ✧ ;v; i love your writing though! and you portray your muses wonderfully <3

[ why don’t we write together ] | Always Accepting

✧: i don’t have ideas so i can’t approach you yet

(( That's okay! I understand that some people may not have ideas to discuss with me right away, and I'm also okay with winging things out or sending RP memes/etc. unless you aren't comfortable with that! everyone has different ways they like to RP and I want to make sure both me and the person I write with are happy/comfortable! /gen

But THANK YOUUUU!! so much! I haven't been writing much as of late (or with a lot of muses, anyway) but I do appreciate the compliments!! I really enjoy seeing you on my dash and Coco/Moufette's antics with the TADC verse you have for him/her! I have considered at one point (and still may) consider writing up some TADC muses but I'm not 100% certain yet! Can't wait to RP with you at some point, whenever you feel up for it! <3

@mouffete

“ if I am being honest; I expected this place to be gone the second time of coming here... ” it's no surprise that Moufette wanted to swing by again, by the time he had returned to his room from the first visit she had began to wonder if this had been a side effect of those digital hallucinations that's been spoken of. like a feverish dream. as it turns out, the area has remained. along with the large entity within. “ is it... uh— truly fine for me to be in here? ” // for the TADC verse !!

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Since the last time you came crashing in here, having been chased last by a lost abstraction of a broken player whose code had been broken way beyond repair through a near nonexistent wall that had once brought you here, the air felt as familiarly old in your lungs; a near long forgotten feeling you've yet to get over after only just gotten used to your own Digital body. The rushing sound of water fills your ears, a shimmering lake surrounds you both as the looming being you address floats there upon the heart of this isolated green hill. From far away, you could've swore it had small at first last time you were here, you couldn't have known it had shifted and expanded underneath your watch the closer you found yourself drawn to this strange NPC. Or whatever this stranger must've been. They certainly weren't no player by natural means, but they gave off an air that felt like no NPC could hardly do what this being had done to you. Cain had never even spoken about them until you started to poke your nose into things it shouldn't really belong. Yet for what its worth since the last time you visited this almost empty island, it seemed this strange being had been expecting you this time around.

The ground beneath your feet shifts near akin like playdough, feeling just squishy underneath your toes before it went sweeping you off from the ground into forming a chair to knock you into. Gravity feels nonexistent in that instant, this appearing chair still smelling of wet grass and some other dirty earthy scents as it practically formed to cradle your delicate Digital body. As a server console that had since always been aware of their player's every step, it had only felt fitting to see them eye to eye; if not at least allow themselves a proper view of seeing the rare visitor that decided to pay them such a visit.

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> PLAYER 1 (CHANGED GUEST - NOW FREQUENT VISITOR)_

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>Unlike your friends out in that circus of our design, we've had to make some rooms forever staples of our world's creation. It's something we've learned knowing going into this world for your own comfort. Our little ringleader of yours has yet to grapple that concept in his programing these times, though._

This nameless host looks down upon you with a tilted head, if their mirroring screen had to be considered a face at all. They looked at you with a curious eye, the glittering golden cape of their starry form flutters just a bit to hint on their quiet eagerness. The raw crimson crystal that often sat idly upon the chest of their form shifts into a pair of pointed palms and fingers, one such already angling to capture your chin to take in nice study of your features with a gentle lift your head.

>If you mind your manners when it comes to temporarily having your pure senses back, dear Moufette? You are free to come and go as you please. It has been a while since a player's last come to find me. Have you come back to find yourself something proper to eat, or found yourself some questions you've yet to ask?_

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New Ask Game! Send me a 🌻 and I’ll just tell you whatever the fuck I want to talk about!

I have a soft spot for overly edgy creepy pasta mlp AUs. It brings me back to my own edgy youth, when I used to read and draw fanart for those creepypastas religiously 😤👍

// i know we haven't interacted much AND im sorry if this comes off as random but i wanna say rq that seeing your posts on the dash always gives me a good laugh. reading the shenanigans you write may as well be like im seeing lil clips of the show itself <3

ooc ; that's the HIGHEST HONOR thank you so much!! this guy has had his jaws locked on my ankle for a good few years now and i have such a blast writing him :'- )

"I sincerely hope you are not suggesting that I have something to do with this." // for gangle maybe? :>

"I-I'm not accusing you of anything. I was just asking if you've seen my comedy mask-"

"I'm sorry..."

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//I have no real favorite songs but I like a lot of heavy metal, classical, then just random video game songs.

“every time we end up dragged out somewhere it feels like Caine treats us no less than stubborn kits - ugh.” today the ringleader had deemed it would be a bundle of fun to visit the carnival, Moufette on the other hand finds it all too noisy for their liking.

“have you been holding up well ? it all feels a bit... much.”

Gangle felt very excited! Then again she was wearing her Comedy Mask, so she was full of smiles! She liked it when she was like this. None of that useless good for nothing sadness dragging her down.

"I've been fine! How are you? Sorry, I haven't talked in a while!"

Gangle did know this other person, but she was still rather unsure about certain things. She tended to switch personalities so much sometimes memories got muddled. Whenever Gangle was like this she tended to be very outgoing but way too full of energy.

@mouffete

"You alright there? Good thing I came in just in time. Those damn little savages would've torn you to shreds." A small snort. "Usually they aren't so bad, but in numbers they're little terrors to deal with." Jonathan would kneel down pulling out a rag from their coat and began to wipe off the black 'blood' off of the bo-staff. "Name's Jonathan. And what you just encountered were the little terrors that usually aren't seen by normal eyes. They're all underlings to a universal terror that haunts the living." Hopefully this explains SOMETHING.

"Anyway, glad you're okay. Thought I saw one of them take a bite out of you. Nothing serious will happen. Just a bite." He'd shrug. "So, what's your story? How come you're out here by yourself?" As if Jonathan had ANY room to talk in that regard. Jonathan didn't usually talk too long to the folks of the realms, but he's curious nonetheless..

@mouffete

"S'my favorite candy! Try it!" He seemed a little pushy, sure. Bur Drake seemed to like being around anyone for that matter. Drake presents a little baggie of caramels towards Coco. Is that how one made friends? By being generous? The orphanage didn't really leave him much options to make friends since he had infamy over there and people outside this town seemed to be the prime subjects towards Drake's generosity! "S'salted Caramels. I earned it when I did m'chores! S'really, really good!" As if trying to implore Coco to indulge in it.

"easy now old timer, isn't it your bed time by now?" // hai!! :>

" Time only matters when it consumes lives. In a state where we do not age or die things just happen and time is an immeasurable nothingness. We shall see a hundred billon todays and no tomorrows."

one thing in the digital world Moufette has come to notice is that if a holiday exists; Caine is no doubt ready to celebrate it && shove it in everyone's face. just another attempt to make the members feel less alienated from their original home no doubt. normally, the mime avoids this one in particular, for very obvious reasons.

but this time, they wanted to give it a try - with the aided help of a certain host that was more than happy to see one of his stars warm up to the event.

“ ... ragatha ? ” it's a meek call for attention, clearly holding something behind her back. though the moment attention is on them they can't help but avert their gaze to the floor. refusing to make eye contact when they finally hold up the object in question.

a heart shaped box. black as night, tied shut with a white ribbon and decorated in red little flowers. most assuredly filled with chocolate treats.

“ this does not have to be accepted, I simply wanted to try coming out of mon room this time... and f-felt that, ah— if I were to make chocolates for anyone here, it would be you. ”

valentine's... this time of year, similar questions tend to pop up in ragatha's head. did she ever have a valentine, before all this? someone to call her love? like many other things, she just can't figure it out.

the digital world has had its fair share of couples from the meager cast that shifts and swaps about. each had their own quirks, and while it was nice to see hope like that in this... whatever this is—it never ended well.

then again, every romance ends in loss, digital or no. that's just the dice you roll.

half the circus isn't interested in this holiday. a waste of energy, zooble called it once. ragatha knows moufette avoids this day like the plague. at first, she'd tried to coax her out with treats, but, well—everyone deserves their privacy. probably wouldn't be right to force festivities on the poor skunk.

(...is moufette's avatar a skunk? ...you know what. not important.)

it's a surprise, then, to see her friend outside their room. ragatha gasps a little. already, she beelines for moufette.

"oh! aha - moufette! i, didn't think you'd be joining us again...!" ragatha greets him with a smile, trying not to be overbearing. "we were doing this um, paper heart collect-a-thon thing, mixed with valentine card making, so...oh?"

the box, another surprise. a cartoonish blink, all nerves melt away.

"me?" it's a gentle syllable, not forced like her usual pleasantries. a smile comes back, softer in its polygons. "oh, moufette...! you shouldn't have..."

now she feels a little awkward, not having done anything for them...

"well, now i definitely have to do something for you! stay here. i'll make you something back! i-it's the least i could do to, make you feel welcome...!"

really, the possibility it was romantic hadn't even breached her mind. but the point is, she loved it.