#dhmis trio

[ultimateloserboy]

i miss them i miss fhem so bad look at how cute red guy is i need to decompose i cant do this anymore……. PLEASE come home PLEASE

[francarieq]

꩜.ᐟ JUNE — 19 ꩜.ᐟ

[wackysach]

Can we get some dhmis main trio headcanons from you? 🎤

*taps microphone gently* you may.

doi 🌻: - heart of the group. sensitive to others' emotions and empathic to the core. he may not have the right words to express what he's thinking, but know whatever he's feeling, he's feeling very deeply. - certified pasta fiend. the others have learned to stop asking him what he wants for dinner because chances are the answer will be spaghetti. every. time. (though if there were already plans to make it, redd will end up asking him anyway so they can pretend like he got to decide what the household ate for the night. he ends up happy, everyone smiles and nods. it's a win-win.) - always seems to be lost in his own little world; drawing, humming, daydreaming, etc. don't mistake this for him not listening though, because if you do, you might end up hearing him parakeet something you didn't exactly want him to hear... - his name isn't "doi." in fact, no one actually knows what it's supposed to be. when sketch first opened his file and looked under the name section, they couldn't make out what was a letter from a number, or if roy's handwriting was just that bad. thus they resorted to using the only three consecutive letters they could make out: "D-O-I." but he doesn't mind. he likes it !

duck 🦆: - a grumpy, old soul who still carries around the belief that he should be the one in charge because he's the oldest of the three, so obviously that means he's also the wisest. duh, shouldn't you know that by know, stupid ? aren't you stupid... - has taken on the onus of decorating the house with various old knickknacks and hunting paraphernalia. if there's any way to get on his good side, ask him about history. just be sure to grab a chair while you're at it, you'll be stuck listening for an hour (or two). - yes, the feathers get everywhere. no, he's not embarrassed about it. deal with it. - owns an extensive tie collection. all of them coming in different colors, patterns, and textures. he's not exactly fond of them being touched (and despite the massive number of them, he very much knows when one has gone missing), but on the rare occasions he's feeling generous, he'll allow redd to take one to work so long as he comes back to report how many compliments he got on it.

redd 🧣: - considerably less emotive and more reserved than the other two, but definitely not emotionless. redd has a lot of complex feelings about the situation he's in, yet doesn't know when or how to get them out... or who or what might be watching him when he does. - sort of a sickly fellow. anemia, anxiety, and insomnia keeping him on a constant mental and physical edge, mixed with a pesky smoking habit doesn't really make him the healthiest guy around. but he swears he's going to quit one of these days. he will ! yeah... eventually. - does not like owls. thinks they're creepy. the way they swivel their heads around to make sure you're in full view of their large, bulbous eyes and sound like they're repeating "who ? who ? who ?" over and over again. who what ? he doesn't know. stop asking him questions. it's freaking him out. - while the eyes on his hat do move, if you mention something about it, he'll act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

[never-alonecom]

(Here is a request for @cinnamon-phrog! The first draft of this got published by accident and I panicked so I deleted it and it got eaten with the ask as well, I'm very sorry! D": especially since this is so short aaaghh )

" Cuddling. "

You...don't exactly remember how you got here.

One day you woke up in a bed that wasn't yours, in a room that was not of your own either. Even if they were new places, unfamiliar spaces, you don't remember how your true place looked like either.

As hard as you worked, it would always be the same. Blank memories. You don't remember your friends, hometown, your family, or if you even had one. Nothing could come across your mind when it came to you being....well, you.

Only your name. Your one and only name. There was nothing you remembered, not even your age. Though, you knew you were an adult, for sure. You didn't know your second name, your nationality, not even your hobbies or studies. Everything was wiped out of your head, turning it all into very faint, barely comprehensible memories, all blurry and silent, so you could only see few scenes of something that....to be honest, didn't even give you a clue. Everything, but your name.

It was all your brain could utter out of its insides. A name, a few letters that described nothing of your life, but only a small sparkle of your identity. It was enough. So you think. At least it was better than being called "the new fourth one".

Ah, yes. You weren't alone on this, either. Fortunately (and, in some cases, unfortunately.) there were three more guys living with you. Great.

Apparently, they lived here way before you came, which makes you feel like an odd one in the place. As if you were intruding into a private space you seriously shouldn't be on. Even so, they let you stay...reluctantly. None of them was fully trusting of you, and you understood. You would also freak out if some stranger appeared out of nowhere. Though, the way they reacted to you appearing suddenly wasn't as surprising as when you told them you were confused and lost.

They even acted as if it was a normal occurrence for the three, for someone to suddenly appear in their house. And maybe, it really was a normal occurrence.

When you presented yourself with only your name, they didn't seem to understand it. They said your name should be something like "(f/c) girl" or "normal girl". The moment you asked why, they said that's how they called each other. Yellow guy, Duck, Red guy...so they didn't even have proper names...? They sounded more like titles or even nicknames. You tried to tell them that, but they only looked weirdly at you. Duck even got slightly offended.

What a strange place to live on, truly...and what weird people to live with.

....

The reflection of your face on the mirror was slightly clouded by the fog. You lifted your hand to clear it away, now seeing yourself clearly on the glass, your eyes scanning around your skin, your expression. After taking a shower and changing into cleaner clothing, your view directs itself to the small cut on your face.

Another thing you learned was the presence of these...objects or animals. They would come by, sing a song, maybe even kill you while they were at it, and leave. All of them were different, new voices, new appearance, new lessons. Yet, they all did the same thing.

Teach you about something. No matter if it was an actual subject, or just something you already knew about, they would shut you down and continue to sing. This time, a teacher accidentally slashed your cheek with a sharp pencil, a fly's breath away from hitting your eye. Nothing really happened, they "apologized" by giving you a pound. As soon as the lesson finished, you went upstairs into the bathroom to heal your cut. It's wasn't big, but deep enough to take out blood.

Back to the real thing, you grabbed a small band aid from the medkit that laid open on the sink, opening it. Just as you were about to place it on your wound, a soft knocking on the door stopped you.

— (Y/n)? Are you there?

You recognized that voice well. Letting out a soft hum from your mouth, the door opened slightly. Yellow guy covered his eyes in case you were doing something else, although when he saw you were just looking at yourself in the mirror, he took his hand away. Yellow was...strange, like the other two. Although he was undeniably the nicest one around the house. Yellow would worry, he'd ask you if you were alright, if you wanted to go and note things on the clipboard, or if you wanted to spend time together.

The only thing is that Yellow would be quite sensitive to what others told him. Any insult he was told would be enough to make him look down and get quiet, no matter if it was a harsh or light attack, he'd feel bad about it and repeat it, convincing himself it was true. Some topics would also trigger him, like the direct mention of love or marriage would make him start to tremble. Even so, you tried to make him feel comfortable and safe, allowing Yellow to express himself and find comfort in your presence.

This would happen with all of the three, actually...

— Yes, Yellow?

You spoke first, turning to look back at him. Your hand still held the band aid you were about to use, softly grasping it.

The male opened the door fully, looking up at you confusedly. It seemed like he forgot what he was going to say, mumbling things under his breath that you could barely hear.

— I- Uh, umh...do you want to come down? Our show is about to start.

Yellow nervously let his hand fall from the knob, his eyes glued on you while he waited for an answer.

— ...Sure thing, let's go now.

At the response, Yellow nodded and ran back downstairs, his excitement made you blush, giggling gently before you yourself got out of the bathroom, walking by the path he went through. As you went downstairs and into the living room, you found Yellow already sitting on his chair, waving at you with a smile. Alongside him, Duck and Red guy were in their respective seats as well. Duck was reading the newspaper, while Red guy was holding a controller on his hand, looking through the channels.

The red colored male shifted his eyes to you, seeming to notice your presence standing there.

— Oh, there you are. You were almost late.

Red guy was a calm, sort of quiet individual. He was not the one to get into fights or arguing that didn't include him, although you saw very few exceptions where he stood in or broke his quietness to yell as loud as possible. He was the tallest, and in your opinion, the one who had more control over the other two.

Red would keep his emotions bottled up or tied to not make anyone worry, minimizing everything that happened to him and sometimes being "jealous" over things that happened to others. Even so, you also tried to reassure him, telling him it was alright and to offer your help and trust. You never received a true answer that allowed you to know if he listened, but at least he trusted you enough to tell you his things.

— Sorry for that.

You responded, giving him a little smile as you walked in.

He sighed, his hand lifting up as he signaled for you to sit down on your own seat.

As you nodded and went overthe spot, the green duck put his newspapers down, following you with his eyes as you went.

— Mmh, took long enough.

Duck saw as you sat down, scanning your form for a few minutes. It was unnerving, and he was always like that. Duck was the type to examine things if he didn't see them right, and loudly speak his thoughts about it. He wanted to let everyone know what he was thinking, and sometimes hope they'd agree.

— What's that red line on your face?

He suddenly spoke, his voice out loud, making both Red and Yellow start looking at you too. At the sudden glances, you softly blushed again, embarrassed as you yourself had also forgotten of your cut.

— Uh? Oh it's..it's just a cut, nothing-

You lifted the small band aid on your hand, about to put it on by yourself until Duck interrupted you again.

— Let me see that.

He got up from his spot, walking over to you and snatching the bandage from your hand.

— You won't be able to put it properly. You're too stupid for that.

By his statement, you were about to protest and confront him about it, when he very carefully placed (practically slapped) the band aid on your cheek, as you let out a small whine by his harsh treatment.

— Hey- don't put it like that, it's gonna hurt her worse.

Red stepped in, seeing how the duck had so carelessly "healed" you. Yellow also saw the same, a hand placed on his mouth in slight worry.

— Well it's better than the red liquid! It's gonna stain her clothes and the floor, it's disgusting!

Duck responded back with a snarl, before he went to sit back down on his chair, grabbing the newspaper he had left to fall on the floor. You only sighed and sank into your chair, still gently blushing and placing a hand on the bandage, softly caressing it. Even by his aggression, it was accurately place over your wound. It was surprising, even for him.

— Do you have any other wounds?

You shifted your head to look at Red guy, hearing his voice ask you about it. A caring tone was tinted in his voice, as you let out a little chuckle.

— Not..not really. Just the face.

Your response seemed to satisfy him, as he hummed and turned his full attention back on the TV. The show had started, and now all four of you were solely focused on that.

.....

An hour has passed, the show had finally finished. Red guy let out a small sigh, a bit sad that it ended, but still satisfied after watching their favourite show. Soon enough, as Yellow guy stood up from his chair, he had noticed your quiet, now sleeping form on your seat. Seeing his reaction upon you, the other two looked as well, realizing you had fallen asleep mid program. Duck scoffed, standing up from his seat and attempting to shake you awake. The first try didn't budge you even an inch, so he tried again.

— Wake up. Stop pretending to ignore me.

The duck was getting more annoyed as you didn't seem to wake up, merely sitting down like a dead corpse on the couch. It was only when Red guy spoke that he gave his attention to him.

— Don- Don't wake her up. I'll get her to the bed.

— What? No, she has to do it on her own.

Red guy stood up from his chair, before slightly moving the shorter male away from your figure. He softly placed an arm under your legs and back, lifting you up into a bridal style. Holding you close to his chest, the male tried to make sure you were comfortable enough. Even if he wasn't that strong, he was attempting to use as much strenght as he had to carry you.

— She looks very pretty like that!

Yellow chimed in, standing next to Duck as he saw how Red guy was picking you up, your sleeping form nestling against the taller red mop.

— She does, but not that pretty. You're exaggerating.

— I guess that doesn't really matter, either way she's sleeping. Are you jealous?

Red guy began to walk out of the room with you on his arms, as Duck and Yellow followed closely, with the duck scoffing and starting to argue behind him. As they kept talking, Yellow saw your hand hanging in the air walking a bit closer to gently grab it, his smile coming back again as your palm was warm and comfy. His cheeks flushing dim shades of pink at the contact you provided.

Finally reaching upstairs, Yellow assisted to help, opening the door to your bedroom and entering inside with the other two. Red guy walked carefully, going to your bed and laying you down on top of the sheets. He grabbed the hem of an open blanket, sliding it up to cover all of your body until your neck. He patted your forehead a bit awkwardly, not really knowing what to do after, or how to show you affection.

— Can we do the- the cuddling?

Yellow guy suggested happily, standing next to your bed where you laid in slumber. Red guy and Duck looked at him strangely, as if the concept of cuddling was unfamiliar. Which, in reality, it actually was.

— Cuddling?

— Isn't that when you sleep on someone?

The two asked confusedly, exchanging glances with each other as they pondered over the thought.

— Yeah, I thought she might need it. It's a bit cold lately.

— We're in summer, aren't we? Or-

Red guy shushed the duck from speaking, before he thought for a few more minutes. His eyes looking down at your face, his own gaze unreadable.

— I guess it's...not a bad idea.

....

Your started to gain your consciousness again, opening your eyes to see a blur of the room you were in. Your room, exactly. As you tried to lift your hand to your eye in order to rub it, you felt both warmth and weight over your entire body, barely having space to move. Opening your eyes more clearly, you look around yourself, finding a quite...strange moment.

Red guy was laying on your left side, one of his hands under his head while the other was gently holding your shoulder, his soft snores filling the quiet room. On your right side was Duck, sprawled over the little space of bed he had with his mouth open, looking more like a dead body than a sleeping duck. Even so, one of his arms was on top of your torso, preventing you from moving. His grip on you was tightening hardly, although not enough to leave a bruise, just holding you tight enough to keep you down in place. And finally, laying on top of you and nuzzling close, Yellow hugged you closely, his face buried near your neck. The short male was also soft and quiet with his snoring, although it was a bit more obvious he was doing such.

You sighed at the scenery, stopping your movements to allow them a good night rest. An obvious blush on your cheeks was present, and luckily none of them were awake to see it. Your hands, at least with the few movement you had, reached up to caress Yellow's blue hair, hugging his body as well to bring him more comfortably.

Maybe cuddling isn't a bad idea.

[rappihahh]

DHMIS FANDOM, HOW ARE WE FEELING

[animal-stuffed-cookies]

Okay, so like, I was rewatching the episodes and saw that Duck just causally rested his head on Yellow?? Just normally???? I was in awe so I drew the two sleeping on each other cause yes and then Red admiring his two sleepy lovers cause he adores them and it makes him fall in love all over again 💕💕💕

[pancakewithsprinkles]

There's three of us! Look closely and you'll see...

[ask-creative-puppets]

Where is the traffic light trio rn?

[cartooncreature]

these fuckers have stolen my brain and they’re playing kickball with it.

[yippeepy]

i saw some fanart of the dhmis trio as babies and was reminded of me and my friends old aus

anyway heres my versions

We also had a cat au, in it duck wasn't a cat but i wanted to draw a duck cat so i did it anyway.

Also a dog au. we had that too. i don't think we did much with it but i drew them as well

[ultimateloserboy]

GUYS. GUYS ITS FUCKING HAPPENING NOBODY FUCKING MOVE. SIT DOWN AND STAND UP RIGHT FUCKING NOW

DHMIS PLUSHIES ARE FUCKING REAL AND THEY COST LESS THAN THE HOT TOPIC TSHIRTS DO HOLY FUCKING BALLS

[francarieq]

the three main guyz aroundd🎸

[bornjune19th]

What does the traffic light trio do for funsies?

[never-alonecom]

Welcome, welcome !

Good morning and good evenings! This is Willow speaking, welcome to my DHMIS x reader fan blog!

This will be a blog where I'll write everything about DHMIS, from headcanons to short stories, anything is possible if you ask for it!

This is what I can write! ~ 𖹭.ᐟ

♡⸝⸝ LGBTQ+ !

♡⸝⸝ Platonic !

♡⸝⸝ Romantic !

♡⸝⸝ Yanderes ! (In moderation)

♡⸝⸝ Fluff/Soft !

♡⸝⸝ Polyam/Love triangles !

Here is what I will NOT write.

— Any sort of philia.

— Incest/Family x Family

— Any sort of heavy fetish (V0re, humiliation, etc.)

— Smut/Lemons

Any kind of requests including these ^ will be immediately thrown away and, if possible, blocked and reported.

Requests and questions are open! Go crazy!!

Masterlist ¡!

Oneshots/Short stories!

Cuddling (Polyam! Trio x Fem! Reader)

Headcanons!

Silent Breaths (Yandere!Coffin x Reader)

Looking at all times (Yandere!Tony x Reader)

Frog Boy Romantic Headcanons

Unicorn Boy Romantic Headcanons

Many parts!

The Last Photo of an Explorer (Prologue)

[animal-stuffed-cookies]

Red on Valentine’s Day 🫶

[jellyfish-fingerz]

they’re so cute

missing them