Blissflume
A neon dreamscape of overstimulation, where joy spins fast enough to hide the cracks.
Molly
Molly is color in motion. Her world - Blissfume - spins fast, drips neon, and never says sorry for the mess. She’s a walking overload of sugar-high energy, busted jokes, and paint-splatter confidence. Subtlety? Not in her vocabulary.
She talks fast, laughs louder, and if you're not keeping up, she’s already onto the next thought. Nothing matches, everything clashes, and somehow… it all works. Her fur might be melting, but she calls it a look.
Molly isn’t trying to be deep. She’s trying to live so loudly that the quiet parts of life never catch up. Whether you love her or don’t get her at all - she’s not slowing down to explain.
Hector
Hector doesn’t hold back. Every feeling hits him like a wave and he rides it full speed, no brakes, no filter. In Blissfume, where colors blur and everything pulses like a heartbeat, Hector doesn’t just feel joy or fear or rage. He burns with them.
He’s loud without meaning to be. His eyes flash even when he’s trying to stay calm. Some bears think he’s too much, too big, too bright. But that’s only because they don’t know what it’s like to carry emotions that never slow down.
Hector isn’t trying to cause a scene. He’s trying not to explode. And when he does, it isn’t chaos. It’s expression. Messy, raw, and unforgettable.