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crasis.bsky.social
Bubblegum Crasis
@crasis.bsky.social
Art Director by day, action figure customizer and collector by...well, all the time, really.
It’s also easy to bring him into Cosmic Legions. Mecha Fish, GO!
November 11, 2025 at 9:04 PM
And you can really change up the look by donning the full armor. I wish I had bought two.
November 11, 2025 at 9:04 PM
Thank you, Nick. I know you know this pain all too well. 🫂

She was so deeply engrained into my existence. In the last 3 years, her care literally formed the basis of my daily routine. She couldn’t see, hear or really walk at the end, and the accidents were just constant. I feel lost without her. 😥
July 1, 2025 at 10:48 PM
I’m so sorry to hear about your sweet pup. They are with us for such a short time, but they leave an imprint on our hearts forever. ❤️❤️
July 1, 2025 at 10:44 PM
Your snorts and vocalizations were the soundtrack of my life.

I don't hear them.

I can only find your voice in videos.

Oh, my sweet girl. Where are you?
June 29, 2025 at 4:09 PM
For over fifteen years, you were ALWAYS there. Loyal. Loving. Your needs were the cornerstone of my daily routine. I didn't require a watch. I could tell the time of day, always, due to your stubborn adherence to a schedule. Especially in your advanced age.
June 29, 2025 at 4:09 PM
As I sit here in the kitchen typing this, the silence greets me like a taunting bully. There are reminders of you in every possible inch of this house, and yet one major thing has changed––you're not here.
June 29, 2025 at 4:09 PM
Oh.

Wait.

There it is again––reality. It sucker-punches me so hard. It's almost as if I have brief bouts of amnesia, only to fully regain consciousness and feel that searing, all-encompassing pain fresh all over again.
June 29, 2025 at 4:09 PM
Mommy, Scarlett and I went out last night, and I was fidgeting, thinking we were taking too long. I needed to get back to you. It had been too many hours, and you probably needed help. When we returned, I instantly thought to carry you outside. Those back legs of yours are just not working anymore.
June 29, 2025 at 4:09 PM
She was love. She was Priss. And Priss will be missed for the rest of my days.

I love you, sweet girl. Be free.
June 28, 2025 at 5:16 AM
She converted folks into animal lovers. She filled this house with a constant soundtrack of odd sounds, snores and snorts. She made us obsessed with pugs. Or eccentric little space goblins with curly tails. Whatever she was, she was my first baby. She was the best friend I could have ever asked for.
June 28, 2025 at 5:16 AM
Prissy started off as a rescue, but in truth, she rescued us. She was there during our most difficult times, showering us in unconditional love. I’m convinced she gave Tina the strength to endure and fight on through illness over the years. Priss changed many lives.
June 28, 2025 at 5:16 AM
Prissy passed away this morning with Tina, Tina’s mother and I at her side. She ate a slice of pizza and snuggled with us as she peacefully crossed the rainbow bridge. I want to believe she was immediately greeted by Tina’s father, with one of his joyful exclamations of “Prissy little girl!”
June 28, 2025 at 5:16 AM
She was often too excitable and injured herself on stairs. Over time, as age took its toll, she eventually fully lost her vision and hearing and struggled with mobility due to arthritis and suspected dementia. Watching this pure soul suffer in recent months was too much to bear.
June 28, 2025 at 5:16 AM
Despite her gentle & loving nature, the cards were often stacked against Priscilla, and she was as tough as her namesake (from the classic Bubblegum Crisis series). At a young age, she needed to have her nose altered to aid in breathing, then later nearly lost an eye, requiring two surgeries.
June 28, 2025 at 5:16 AM
The biggest joy in her life—besides food, of course (she would take down a pizza in seconds)—was simply to snuggle with her people. Not dogs, mind you. She never had any interest in those. But humans? You couldn’t escape a good Priss kiss. Or 100.
June 28, 2025 at 5:16 AM
We often joked that she’d be the worst watchdog, as she’d be more likely to shower an invader with kisses than ever bite or growl. She didn’t possess a mean bone in her body.
June 28, 2025 at 5:16 AM
However you attempt to classify this odd little creature, it was abundantly clear to anyone lucky enough to know her that she was the best of us.

Prissy was love personified. She gave it and received it unconditionally.
June 28, 2025 at 5:16 AM
More than okay. They adore you, and rightfully so! You’re an incredible father, friend and human. Your impact on them is immeasurable, and they are lucky to have you!
March 30, 2025 at 3:13 PM