AERIAL BEAR

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MAMA the sweetiest bear soaring in through the sky MAMA Her, bright pink nose and cheeks means she's the happiest little bear in all Toyland

Sav is back &&& this time I’ve decided to bring my oc into the rp community! Introducing Mamabear a rushton, clown bear from the Rushton Circus. 

♡ ℳ ℬ ⁺ ˚*☆ ❝   I heard rumbling about a new comer named Dumbo - Is that your name? Dumbo. Well I like that name. I think it’s a sweet name for a sweet calf. ❞ She crouches down to adjust his ruffle. ❝ I never really caught onto the stunts you will be doing.   _ I hope they went easy on you. ❞ She certainly hopes they were not just exploiting him for his big ears. 

♡ ⁺ ˚*☆ ❝   We’re family now, Dumbo. I’m Mamabear and I’ll make sure you get the love and recognition you deserve. ❞

♡ ℳ ℬ ⁺ ˚*☆ ❝   ATLEAST__ I hope you aren’t so terribly lost that I cannot encourage you to come for ice cream perhaps we can settle everything from there? There must be a way to get you back home or at the very least help you feel more AT HOME here in Toytown. I know a little fellow who drives the toys around town here perhaps he would be more than enthusiastic to drive you back home. -BUT PLEASE, you must come for a spot of soft serve with me first. It is the BEST in all TOYLAND!  ❞

“ I find the peculiarity of one to report me a case of thievery under the basis of easily grown fruit to be astounding. Yet, it is not the first oddity I have come into contact with during my perpetual career as a detective. “

Calm lips spread to a soft smile, eyes of piercing intention embarks on the illusion of greeting. An illusion she wishes not to be an illusion, for such a friendly face of a red panda full of innocence and truth, is of no need for the field sense of interrogation.

A quick, yet observant look of the paws, evidence towards innocence. It was natural to face truth itself. However, in the opinion of the quaint detective, it was unnatural to be posed as a sort of celebrity where she is requested or wanted to travel. Something in her, was odd, yet in terms of talent, she is aware of her better-ness above most else if not all, however to boast about said better-ness..

“ The occupational dissertation behind the role of a “celebrity” is the common integrity I refuse to assume about myself. Celebritism in the face of fame in my personal opinion is quite filled to the human larynx of personal assumptions of “wanting“ to be the best in an action than any other else. I must assure you, true to movies yet in some cases dangerous to the reality, my occupation as a detective is of something to be “dependable” on wherever you live. Yes, I am quite the commonly respected from whence I came, however the media industries such as the movie industry in the current era ties the term “celebrity“ quite loosely. “

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Ah unfamiliar words perhaps all detectives spoke this way? They seemed to in the media, which is of course Mamabear’s only exposure to such a person. Not that she had access to television aside from the few times she had watched it through somebody else’s window. Not that she was going to disclose this to a detective.

❛Well I suppose all of that’s true! I’m sorry you had to come out here on trivial terms such as berry napping but this is a quiet town and theft of fruits is usually the worst of our crime here.❜ She dare not think of any case of murder mystery here in Toyland.❛ I do like the dolls and trinkets that live here I’m afraid that despite my sincerest rumblings of them the toys here are not so fond of those of us who have chosen to live and travel by tent.❜

@picoshellhole​ BEARSTOWED: ❝They didn’t like me. They never liked me.❞ // @bezerkcr​

sentence prompts ➝ rocky horror picture show // ACCEPTING

❛ Sometimes it’s just hard for others to see greatness when it’s in front of them. They don’t even have the capacity to try. and learn compassion and empathy. If only they would get to know you. The real you. They wouldn’t be so bitter and hateful. ❜ Mama can anticipate a broken spirit would insist that the “real Cass” was a repellent so she made an attempt to stop that up before the Punk Goth could ensue. 

The sudden appearance of a bear had struck a chord within the wolf, one that was quick to drag her down into the dredges of suppressed memories, of light and darkness and snow, blood… All because of a brown bear, one that hadn’t hibernated in time. 

It took all of her will power to not fall into anxiety, to convince herself that this wasn’t a brown bear, no, this was a panda… A pink one. Had her past tried to cloak itself in a friendly, ridiculous way so she could confront it?

Robin’s hand rests over the scar on her abdomen, clutching so tight her sweater wrinkles.

“Kuma-san.” The old word foreign in her mouth, whispered almost the same way her mother had said it when sneakily speaking to her father about the incident then.

“You’re not real.”

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She’s not insulted even by the blatant denial of her existence with a cheery shake of her head. ❛ of course I’m real! ❜How else would I be speaking to you now? But the joyous guffaw dissipated when green hues analyse unease from the the other.❛ Oh, my dear! You look as pale as a spectre! Are you alright?!❜It had not occurred to Mama that perhaps there are individuals out here with phobias for oures. Bears of any matter if the word even a rushton one such as herself.