Well, hello!

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

askthegeneraless:

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

….MAN, do I feel small… *tips his hat with an eye-smile before hovering up to a much more proper height* And a sparking hello to you too madame! You know, you’re the first I’ve ever seen like me!

Okay, well sort of like me. Just missing the fluff and fleece and thread and, well yeah, you get what I mean. Eh heh…

*had immediately gotten a panicked expression, his pupil shrinking to a pinprick before he slumped in heavy relief that he wasn’t in trouble* Should have asked first… And, my vision got better. Couldn’t tell you if it’d be the same for you madame, seeing as you weren’t…ah…spawned? as a plush like myself.

Visitors? Mm, hmm…Not often. Usually it’s just the Seamstress and her roommate. But her roommate is usually gone with her male companion, and the Seamstress is either too busy reading or listening to music to pay attention, or she’s in class. If you like, you’re always welcome to possess your plush when you arrive, that way if there are humans about are coming soon, I can warn you.

I…I really appreciate that. *forms a happy expression with eyelids (???), then attempts to move arms, flailing them around rather awkwardly* Oh, uh—nope, um—no, wrong way there, completely wrong—wow, these are more flexible than I thought—oh, gosh, no, aaaaiie, ok, uh, hm. *flailing arms get tangled in hair* Yeeah, I’m just gonna…leave that.

Oh, and gotcha. 

Well, hello!

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

askthegeneraless:

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

….MAN, do I feel small… *tips his hat with an eye-smile before hovering up to a much more proper height* And a sparking hello to you too madame! You know, you’re the first I’ve ever seen like me!

Okay, well sort of like me. Just missing the fluff and fleece and thread and, well yeah, you get what I mean. Eh heh…

*voice comes from seemingly within the plushie, but it’s still clear and crisp* Ah, simple possession…flew into this, became the plushie and then flopped. *subtly flicks the felt pupil around* Can’t really see, though. Oh well.

*blinks a bit before chuckling* ^ It took me a while to see myself, but be thankful you’re eye isn’t always like that. Feeling the stitches move around tickles half the time. *straightens his hat a bit before humming* Wait, wait, this isn’t right! *fixes the yarn so that bangs were correct* Much better!

I have to ‘flop’ when the other human is around. ….She picks me up and messes with my seams. *shudders with a ‘mnyeh’ like sound* I don’t like it, buuuuut, I promised I wouldn’t through a book at her.

Oh, really? I didn’t know that changed over time. *still looking around, though my eye isn’t focusing on anything in particular and the expression upon my face is still a bit…blank* Oh, and…I feel the same way, just about my hair. People have done some very annoying things to it, let me tell ya. I don’t mind some things, but when people do it just to bother you it can get irritating. *chuckles* I don’t mind what you did there, by the way. 

Oh, and, quick question, how often do other humans drop by…? I’m not too used to interacting with them, aside from my otherly-dimensionistic human self. 

Well, hello!

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

askthegeneraless:

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

….MAN, do I feel small… *tips his hat with an eye-smile before hovering up to a much more proper height* And a sparking hello to you too madame! You know, you’re the first I’ve ever seen like me!

Okay, well sort of like me. Just missing the fluff and fleece and thread and, well yeah, you get what I mean. Eh heh…

*instantly phases into the TG plushie, as though she was never there, becoming entirely immobile; from an outside glance, it would have appeared to be a sharp flash of light, nothing more.*

*nearly drops said plush when she does, but he tightened his grip enough so he wouldn’t, giving his Seamstress an innocent look when she blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes*

Wait, what just……..Cipher what did you? *gives him a look as he retained his innocent, clueless look* ….I really need to get some sleep…*shakes head and settles at the desk under the high bed, shoving headphones and blaring music*

*gingerly, gingerly sets the plushie…eh..her…yeah, down on the comforter atop the bed, out of sight of his Seamstress. his eye got all the bigger and wider at her as he plopped down, sitting before her, his voice low despite knowing he wouldn’t be heard* How did you do that?

*voice comes from seemingly within the plushie, but it’s still clear and crisp* Ah, simple possession…flew into this, became the plushie and then flopped. *subtly flicks the felt pupil around* Can’t really see, though. Oh well.

Well, hello!

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

askthegeneraless:

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

….MAN, do I feel small… *tips his hat with an eye-smile before hovering up to a much more proper height* And a sparking hello to you too madame! You know, you’re the first I’ve ever seen like me!

Okay, well sort of like me. Just missing the fluff and fleece and thread and, well yeah, you get what I mean. Eh heh…

Oh, heh, thanks. *rubs her arm* And yes, that’s right. The name’s TG, stands for the Generaless. Base line, I travel across different dimensions to visit other entities. *floats closer* Y’know, this plushy looks better than the one I tried to make a while ago. Mine used strips of cloth for the hair—didn’t turn out like I thought it would. *chuckles*

I think….I think I did something like that once. Well, the Prime did. I don’t believe I had the power to do that. Heck, I barely have enough to float and move things under 10 pounds! Cloth strips huh? I think the Seamstress was going to try that, but ended up using yarn instead cause they didn’t have good color in the fleece department that worked. *shrugs offhandedly before humming* TG…T.G. Huh…I like it! You’re welcome to call me whatever you like then Madame TG. The Seamstress calls me Cipher though. *stiffens as the dorm room door suddenly decided to open* Speaking of which…

*shuts the door with a rather loud slam by habit, tossing a sidebag into the open closet door* Cipher have you finished-……. *just….stops. completely stops* …Wait, what?

*instantly phases into the TG plushie, as though she was never there, becoming entirely immobile; from an outside glance, it would have appeared to be a sharp flash of light, nothing more.*

I have no regrets :D thanks for resharing that wonderful comic. *Feels hit hard... Ow.*
Anonymous

((Haha, the mildly chaotic evil mun has successfully claimed another victim~! *laughs maniacally before returning to chaotic neutral*))

Anonymous

((Wot…?))

Well, hello!

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

askthegeneraless:

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

….MAN, do I feel small… *tips his hat with an eye-smile before hovering up to a much more proper height* And a sparking hello to you too madame! You know, you’re the first I’ve ever seen like me!

Okay, well sort of like me. Just missing the fluff and fleece and thread and, well yeah, you get what I mean. Eh heh…

*a bit of a sly look passes across her eye* Yes, I might be very familiar…in a different dimension, of course, but I travel quite a lot. *watches him while he thinks*

Hmm…This shouldn’t be this hard…Think, think, think…*crosses his arms, fiddling with his bowtie a bit as he tried to narrow it down* Almost got it…*tiny felt pupil shrinks briefly before he brightened* I got it! *nyooms down to the large drawer his desk has, grasping hold of the lock switch and giving it a firm yank open* I put it here for safe keeping! *peeps over the edge, looking around before smiling and ducking inside, soon enough popping back up holding a plush just barely smaller than he was that mirrored her appearance* Knew it! *hovers up supporting the plushie as best he can, the yarn hair tangling around his arms a bit, looking extra pleased with himself* I said I’d get it, didn’t I? …..You know, this really doesn’t do you justice.

Oh, heh, thanks. *rubs her arm* And yes, that’s right. The name’s TG, stands for the Generaless. Base line, I travel across different dimensions to visit other entities. *floats closer* Y’know, this plushy looks better than the one I tried to make a while ago. Mine used strips of cloth for the hair—didn’t turn out like I thought it would. *chuckles*

Well, hello!

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

askthegeneraless:

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

….MAN, do I feel small… *tips his hat with an eye-smile before hovering up to a much more proper height* And a sparking hello to you too madame! You know, you’re the first I’ve ever seen like me!

Okay, well sort of like me. Just missing the fluff and fleece and thread and, well yeah, you get what I mean. Eh heh…

Oh, I don’t mind. *Listening intently* Go on—you were talking about your seamstress messing with your desk…? *seems genuinely interested*

Well, alright technically it’s ‘her’ desk, but I woke up there so it’s the first place I knew, and therefore that makes it mine! She could at least keep it clean… *hums a bit, adjusting his hat a bit* Have I met you before? You look familiar somehow….Wait, wait-don’t tell me…I know this…

*a bit of a sly look passes across her eye* Yes, I might be very familiar…in a different dimension, of course, but I travel quite a lot. *watches him while he thinks*

I made this a long time ago.
Feel free to make your own. XD

I made this a long time ago.

Feel free to make your own. XD

Well, hello!

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

askthegeneraless:

ask-the-bill-cipher-plushie:

….MAN, do I feel small… *tips his hat with an eye-smile before hovering up to a much more proper height* And a sparking hello to you too madame! You know, you’re the first I’ve ever seen like me!

Okay, well sort of like me. Just missing the fluff and fleece and thread and, well yeah, you get what I mean. Eh heh…

Oh, yes, that’s probably because I’m not a plushie. *chuckles in a friendly way, looking around* Nice place you have here, by the way!

There are pro’s and con’s to being a plushie, number one is that everyone is bigger than you…But a pro, is that I can sit on shoulders and hide inside hoodies like a tent! And thank you! You have no idea how hard it is to keep a room as tiny as this clean when you have to share it with two grown women, HUMAN WOMEN mind you, and I can’t even let one of them see me! And the other keeps messing up my desk! I try to keep it clean, every little figurine in its proper place and she moves it just to see if I’d notice! Honestly, it’s not like I don’t spend my day here so I will obviously will notice! And-*pauses sharply, blinking a few times before chuckling sheepishly* Apologies, I do that…Rant, I mean.

Oh, I don’t mind. *Listening intently* Go on—you were talking about your seamstress messing with your desk…? *seems genuinely interested*