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Pomflicker Pompocalypse Spoonivore (22)
Welcome to Pomflicker adoption!
This is Pompocalypse. (not to be confused with drippy)
They have the angorawr ear style
This Pomflicker is not for the lighthearted. This is chaos incarnate.
Info:
-All Pomflickers are on the plum blossom variant body!
-They have patchwork limbs of all colours (they remain mostly a mystery)
-Pomflickers have both tail and wing ports but do not come with the tail so you can fashion your own and find one in store that takes your fancy (lots coming soon!)
- Those that adopt a Pomflicker will have the option to purchase ONE ADDITIONAL faceplate. Please see the discord server for more details (They will be $10 ea)
Lore:
Pomflickers are the close cousin of the Pomwiggle and Pomyule. (Consider them like different breeds of dog or cat) While Pomwiggles thrive in festive chaos and the Pomyule quietly tends to Christmas joy, the Pomflicker belongs to the sun soaked, late summer world; just as the days start to shorten and the air is thick with warmth and ripening fruit! These lively little patchwork creatures bring with them the last sparks of summer mischief. They are the ones responsible for missing strawberries at picnics, knocked over drinks and the sudden scattering of petals across your freshly swept patio. Despite their chaotic streak, they are a softer sort of troublemaker and are more playful than destructive. (Though, they really do enjoy toppling over sandcastles, before the tide rolls in.) Their antics usually result in laughter rather than frustration. Pomflickers are small but wiry, their sun faded patchwork limbs helping them dart between wildflowers and laundry lines without being noticed. They love curling up in the corner of a crumped picnic blanket or beach towel that has been left out to dry and especially enjoy burrowing into the depths of a good straw hat. At dusk you might spot a glimmer among the garden lanterns or hear quiet chirping among the fireflies. They are magpies of memory, keeping little treasures of summer; a cork from a bottle, a sprig of lavender, a sweet wrapper turned into an artistic display piece. Unlike the shier Pomyule, Pomfickers are quick and curious, more like sparks than shadows. They do not need summoning as they arrive on warm breezes and the promise of laughter every single year, staying just long enough to tuck one last golden afternoon into your pocket before Autumn calls them home. +After: Pomflickers are the close cousin of the Pomwiggle and Pomyule. (Consider them like different breeds of dog or cat) While Pomwiggles thrive in festive chaos and the Pomyule quietly tends to Christmas joy, the Pomflicker belongs to the sun soaked, late summer world; just as the days start to shorten and the air is thick with warmth and ripening fruit! These lively little patchwork creatures bring with them the last sparks of summer mischief. They are the ones responsible for missing strawberries at picnics, knocked over drinks and the sudden scattering of petals across your freshly swept patio. Despite their chaotic streak, they are a softer sort of troublemaker and are more playful than destructive. (Though, they really do enjoy toppling over sandcastles, before the tide rolls in.) Their antics usually result in laughter rather than frustration. Pomflickers are small but wiry, their sun faded patchwork limbs helping them dart between wildflowers and laundry lines without being noticed. They love curling up in the corner of a crumpled picnic blanket or beach towel that has been left out to dry and especially enjoy burrowing into the depths of a good straw hat. At dusk you might spot a glimmer among the garden lanterns or hear quiet chirping among the fireflies. They are magpies of memory, keeping little treasures of summer; a cork from a bottle, a sprig of lavender, a sweet wrapper turned into an artistic display piece. Unlike the shier Pomyule, Pomfickers are quick and curious, more like sparks than shadows. They do not need summoning as they arrive on warm breezes and the promise of laughter every single year, staying just long enough to tuck one last golden afternoon into your pocket before Autumn calls them home.
Welcome to Pomflicker adoption!
This is Pompocalypse. (not to be confused with drippy)
They have the angorawr ear style
This Pomflicker is not for the lighthearted. This is chaos incarnate.
Info:
-All Pomflickers are on the plum blossom variant body!
-They have patchwork limbs of all colours (they remain mostly a mystery)
-Pomflickers have both tail and wing ports but do not come with the tail so you can fashion your own and find one in store that takes your fancy (lots coming soon!)
- Those that adopt a Pomflicker will have the option to purchase ONE ADDITIONAL faceplate. Please see the discord server for more details (They will be $10 ea)
Lore:
Pomflickers are the close cousin of the Pomwiggle and Pomyule. (Consider them like different breeds of dog or cat) While Pomwiggles thrive in festive chaos and the Pomyule quietly tends to Christmas joy, the Pomflicker belongs to the sun soaked, late summer world; just as the days start to shorten and the air is thick with warmth and ripening fruit! These lively little patchwork creatures bring with them the last sparks of summer mischief. They are the ones responsible for missing strawberries at picnics, knocked over drinks and the sudden scattering of petals across your freshly swept patio. Despite their chaotic streak, they are a softer sort of troublemaker and are more playful than destructive. (Though, they really do enjoy toppling over sandcastles, before the tide rolls in.) Their antics usually result in laughter rather than frustration. Pomflickers are small but wiry, their sun faded patchwork limbs helping them dart between wildflowers and laundry lines without being noticed. They love curling up in the corner of a crumped picnic blanket or beach towel that has been left out to dry and especially enjoy burrowing into the depths of a good straw hat. At dusk you might spot a glimmer among the garden lanterns or hear quiet chirping among the fireflies. They are magpies of memory, keeping little treasures of summer; a cork from a bottle, a sprig of lavender, a sweet wrapper turned into an artistic display piece. Unlike the shier Pomyule, Pomfickers are quick and curious, more like sparks than shadows. They do not need summoning as they arrive on warm breezes and the promise of laughter every single year, staying just long enough to tuck one last golden afternoon into your pocket before Autumn calls them home. +After: Pomflickers are the close cousin of the Pomwiggle and Pomyule. (Consider them like different breeds of dog or cat) While Pomwiggles thrive in festive chaos and the Pomyule quietly tends to Christmas joy, the Pomflicker belongs to the sun soaked, late summer world; just as the days start to shorten and the air is thick with warmth and ripening fruit! These lively little patchwork creatures bring with them the last sparks of summer mischief. They are the ones responsible for missing strawberries at picnics, knocked over drinks and the sudden scattering of petals across your freshly swept patio. Despite their chaotic streak, they are a softer sort of troublemaker and are more playful than destructive. (Though, they really do enjoy toppling over sandcastles, before the tide rolls in.) Their antics usually result in laughter rather than frustration. Pomflickers are small but wiry, their sun faded patchwork limbs helping them dart between wildflowers and laundry lines without being noticed. They love curling up in the corner of a crumpled picnic blanket or beach towel that has been left out to dry and especially enjoy burrowing into the depths of a good straw hat. At dusk you might spot a glimmer among the garden lanterns or hear quiet chirping among the fireflies. They are magpies of memory, keeping little treasures of summer; a cork from a bottle, a sprig of lavender, a sweet wrapper turned into an artistic display piece. Unlike the shier Pomyule, Pomfickers are quick and curious, more like sparks than shadows. They do not need summoning as they arrive on warm breezes and the promise of laughter every single year, staying just long enough to tuck one last golden afternoon into your pocket before Autumn calls them home.