#pumpkinhcad

Crazy thing was, this was nearly her first time at attempting. He'd look at her with those sweet eyes filled with innocence and the most gut wretching of a wobbly lip. She couldn't say no to him... at least, not regarding something that would make him smile in the end. She'd give it her best shot, at the very least. Plus, to keep a kid being a kid was something she wished for herself and not truly got.

If she could help a child feel safe and warm in her presence, she wouldn't dare strip them of that. Who knew she'd have such a soft spot for children? Maybe in hindsight, it was bound to happen; living vicariously through a means she never had herself.

Probably was, just because she looked like a jester, didn't mean she had any equipment for attempting to entertain someone. So she tried the next best thing ... some rocks she found that were all about the same size. Pomni took a breath, grounding herself for the worst and began juggling for him.

And judging by his reaction, she must've been killing it.

Once she stopped and caught them all in a single palm, her wrist met at her waist with a swell of pride in her chest and an acknowledging smile to boot.

Send a word and "+ HC" and I will write a headcanon for my muse based on the word(s) sent! (Accepting)

Any possessions Roy would deem important are hidden in the woods. Specifically in one of those heavy duty metal lockboxes.

Ah yes, me and Pomni can die happily amongst the beauty of the garden of sunflowers. We're at peace.

Send ‘Inventory Check’ to see an item in my muse’s inventory. (Accepting)

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: I LOVE PUMPPP, HE'S MY DARLING CHILD. You were the whole reason I gave Spooky Month a shot and thoroughly enjoyed it. (Which reminds me....I haven't finished it yet FUCK.)

How they play them: Listen,,, listen, Hammy is the embodiment of Pump. Hammy is just sooo seamlessly talented and amazing, and just writing with them is so, so fucking enjoyable. The love for Pump RADIATES in their writing; I love being able to feel and read how the little guy feels.

The Mun: Hammy is one of my #1 biggest fans and I am to them too; truly a bestie, even if we don't always talk. They inspire me every day to try my best and be my best and I hope and wish nothing best the greatest things in the universe for Hammy. Their art, their graphics, ugh, I eat it the FUCK up.

Do I:

RP with them: FUCK YEAH BITCH.

Want to RP with them: IS THIS EVEN A QUESTION?????

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I am pushing Hammy into everyone's face like they're my favorite comfort item. Please, please follow Hammy!!! You don't even need to watch or know the show Pump is from to still absolutely enjoy writing with them. ❤️💙❤️💙🥰

As the back of the van was open, Pump got a pretty good look at its contents. Seeing it carry stuff for once, it caused him to hum pensively for a moment. ❝ Why do you have so many gardening tools, Mr. Frank? ❞ Shovels, pickaxes, gardening hoes, bags full of… something, whatever it was. He slowly squinted, hand to his chin, almost as if casting suspicion upon the large man. The silence was palpable. (Could it be…?) Suddenly, his demeanor changed, his face brightening up. ❝ Are you searching for treasure?! ❞ If only he knew how wrong he was. ❝ Can I join?! ❞

[ Unprompted Ask ] | Always Accepting

Frank, who shifted from the driver’s seat of the van to climb into the back and open the back door for Pump, wished they didn’t question him. The silence was thick, lasting a little too long for his comfort and starting to form a knot in his gut. It was normal for kids to be curious about the world around them, but still…this was something much worse than his little mind could (potentially) process.

" Uh… it’s- "

He hopes they weren’t smart enough to catch on. Right when he was about to explain — more like conjure up a lie — why he had an assortment of tools, he hears Pump ask about burying treasure. Thank god. Frank laughs, a gruff sound, a smile forming upon his face when he realizes they could be of good use to cover his tracks.

" Sure you can, kid. Although… We aren't searching for treasure. "

A pause that cast suspicious silence between them once more. It was almost as tense as before, if not more pressing. Only to break and allow the two to breathe.

" We are burying some, and you came in just in time! Get on in here, I’ll let you ride shotgun. Just close the back door once you climb in. "