#🐷asks

[prettypiggytiffany]

girl you are dating the slimer 💀

I'm not sure who you're talking about! 😀😀

😓..

-Love, Tiffany! 💗

((ooc: YOU ALL HATE WHEN A GIRL GETS HER SLIME ON SMH!!))

[mabel-pines-rpblog]

kf someone makes a pacifica rp blog i will kiss you 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[superm4ks]

This bib situation is again showing people's the lack of reading comprehension skills 😐

Rb20 improved in performance the moment they removed the ‘device’ . Technically device wasn’t even proven to improve performance at all there’s just a theoretical investigation that it might for quali so FIA interfered. People read rbr and allegations and illegal and start projecting gallons of cum all over the streets yall keep those windshields on or not idk

[asksebs]

I'm going to flash you. For the third time

- Arnold wimskins 🐷🌺

I’m going to respectfully refuse!

Hope this helps.

[ask-island-wheels]

PIGGY!! what songs do you have on your Walkman?

(80s culture reference:3)

piggy: “wul i have more on there, but those ones are my favorites!”

[pigdemonart]

The way you draw Luigi. He is so perfect. He looks so soft and sweet. He is perfect for Bowser 😭

Honestly the way you draw all the Mario characters is just *chefs kiss*

Huahaha thank youuu…Luigi has always been my favorite since a kiddo so I draw him with lots of love. 💖

You see, I’m a little sibling so I always played as him in all the games while my older bro was mario! Classic i think. Rooting for the underdog and all that. But really all the characters mean a lot to me in some way, so its been really delightful to draw them. I want to keep experimenting with how I illustrate them too!

But yes, thank YOU and all who’ve been so kind with your comments for all the SMB comics lately!! Means so much to me!!

[the-real-dickmaster]

Adam have you met prominent celebrities in Heaven? Like famous people who have died

“Yeah, but the only famous person that matters is me.”

“There was also this guy who died about two years ago. He claimed that since he had abolished all governments, he was gonna take on the Kingdom of God.”

(( 🐷👑🎗️. Rest easy buddy 🙏))

[13lizardsinatrenchcoat]

I'm probably one of the only people on the planet who asks for a pat down (legal right in the USA) instead of walking through an airport scanner. I know this because the agents get visibly stressed about it every time. Doing my part to make a pig's day worse 💖��

[idyllcy]

🐷: not an ask but i js wanna say that ur leon racer au fic lives in my mind rent free and it actually introduced me to ur blog!!! (i came from ao3, u see). an absolute fucking masterpiece, i wish i could read it for the first time again and i thank god i'm literate enough to comprehend it LMAO. altered my brain chem fr

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I saw this ask yesterday n like exploded. blew up even. I'm so honored 😭⁉️ I'm SO happy you loved the f1 au enough to hop over to my blog 🥹🫶 I unfortunately only write smth that good once a year so um. hang tight or check back in later ig

[circusgoth-dotcom]

"Hello, Cadmus. For years, you have enjoyed the luxury that so often comes with fame. You have been very successful in what you do and have wasted no time glutting yourself on the attention you receive from the tales you spin. But you haven't always lived such a charmed life. Like so many greats, you started from a place of nothing, the traumas of your youth seemingly stacked against you. I would commend you for overcoming these odds, catapulting yourself into security, but I'm afraid the power you wield has been placed in the wrong hands. It is well known you are not a pleasant person to be around. Instead of using your talents for good, you enjoy lording them over your friends and colleagues, putting down anyone with the potential to match, or rival, your abilities...

You have a choice to make, Cadmus. You can continue down your path of self-destruction and watch as your success and your empire crumbles around you, or you can prove that your life is worth living by setting aside your selfish instincts and using your talents to save another. There is a young man on the other side of the wall who is your mirror image, but he has not been granted the same advantages you have managed to conjured from thin air. A struggling artist with a rough past, facing his own demons. To save both his and your life, you must finish writing the final draft of your current novel in your own blood. If you do not complete this task within twenty-four hours, you and this young man will meet the same fate. Live or die. Make your choice."

Wrote out the official monologue Svente had to listen to when Jigsaw first tested him for apprentice potential ✌️😗

[prettypiggytiffany]

The phone almost rung out by the time someone picked up. The line was silent for a moment.

" Tiffany? Is that you?" It was Camilles voice.

Tiffany held the back of her head, peeking into her room to see if Billy was awake.

He was missing from the bed, quickly spotting him at her desk, he had picked up the phone. She heard Camilles voice through the phone and her eyebrows shot up in surprise as she observed Billy from the doorway. She was overjoyed Camille could call, but.. It set in.

Billy..had the phone.

[mabel-pines-rpblog]

hey man, its freak bob. thank you for answering… nobody ever answers anymore

[houseflyy]

The Meeting of a Pig.

A strange new animal finds Melody and lends a hand. Or a nose.

1.4k words.

Prev. / Next.

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On the surface of the murky soup water, Melody hoped for her father. She wished he would appear above her, hand outstretched to scoop her out of the horrible mush, dry her off, carry her all the way home, and never stop until they arrived. They would be back in his office and her in her terrarium to play and sing and eat sandwiches together. They would be far from uncaring humans who didn’t listen and cruel humans with dish rags, ravens who didn’t share strawberry feasts and asked too big of favors, and giant, ravenous animals she couldn’t name.

Her wish got her that very same giant animal—the animal with the big, flat snout that now dipped into the slop before her, below her. And then its snout rose, and as it did, it carried Melody up with it, far up from the bucket.

She couldn’t quite register it as it happened. She was limp and motionless, thinking instead about home and Father and about how soaked she was and how much she wanted to scrub off all the liquid residue on her face and body but couldn’t find it in herself to move. No, her father wasn’t here. Her home was far. Her cap was gone.

Gone, gone, gone—that word repeated and swarmed in her head. She began to cry.

All that Melody had been through finally toppled down on her in the form of a trembling wail, the kind of crying she had done as a tiny larva that made her father jump to her aid, that she had done when she didn’t know what to do and didn’t have the words to explain it. Without any of her comforts, and after so many perils after another, it was all she had left in herself to do.

“Hey—hey, now, don’t you cry.”

A large, feminine voice appeared and urged from beneath her. “You’re safe with me,” it told her. “Please—don’t cry!”

“It’s all gone,” Melody wailed. “It’s all gone!”

Then the voice left her alone.

Melody was lost in her thoughts with an uncontrollable whimper until she felt a nudge on her side—the hard touch of something familiar. She looked at it and gasped. Her cap! Her acorn cap floated soundly atop the puddle. She reached for it, pulled it close, and bundled herself inside it. Immediately, she began to relax, and the rushing thoughts in her mind ebbed and left her alone.

The surface she lay on rose back up out of the bucket again. And again came the voice. “Well, look at you,” it crooned. It spoke with an upbeat drawl. “Are you all right in there? I heard you calling out for help.” Incredulously, it added, “I heard you talk. Can you tell me—can you say: ‘I’m okay?’”

She was exhausted and drenched, and more than ever, she desperately missed what she had lost. But still, Melody gathered her voice and warily replied, “I’m okay.”

“You’re okay? Really, truly okay? Oh, good!” It paused, considering. “Then—how’s about you come out so I can see you?”

Melody was curious to peek out and do as it asked, but she hesitated. Who was it speaking to her? All at once, she remembered. This was the great big animal who came to eat the food left out by that human. This was the animal’s great big nose she was on. It had carried her out. It had saved her.

She lifted her cap and turned to look it in the face. Two great, bright, blue eyes, a calming blue, stared back at her with lids lowered now, not in disinterest, but in what appeared to be a worried look. And above the eyes, two large, floppy ears on either side of a tuft of pale fur raised, looking ready to listen. But once Melody revealed herself, she saw the animal’s expression shift—eyes and ears eased into what they witnessed, and the corners of a smile rose below both sides of the animal’s snout.

“There you are,” it said. “Aren’t you a tiny thing—I’ve got to squint a tad bit to look at you! Now, I’ve seen plenty of flies around—more than plenty, for most others I know—but not ever one that talks. What are the kinds of things you flies talk about? Do you mingle in the manure piles where you feed? Do you share with each other about which one of our hides tastes best? Hope it ain’t mine!”

Melody had lost track of what the animal was going on about. She stared blankly. “What are you?” she blurted.

“What am I,” the animal repeated in a disbelieving tone. “Well, I’m a pig, of course! A Chester White.” It huffed from its nose proudly at that.

“A… pig? A Chester—what?”

“Chester White,” the pig said again, slower. “That’s the kind of pig I am. It’s so important that it makes up part of my name.” The pig lifted her head proudly and declared: “Rosemary Chester White Johnson!”

Melody yelped and had to cling tightly with her slippery claws to the bumps of skin on the pig’s snout to not tumble off. Then, the pig lowered her head, and Melody sighed in relief and let go.

“But, uh, I don’t use them all the time, really,” the pig chuckled. “Everyone usually just calls me Rosie. You can, too. Don’t want to tire out that itty bitty voice of yours.”

“Rosie,” Melody said, to hear how it felt. She noticed that it made Rosie smile a little wider. “My name is Melody.”

“Melody,” the pig then repeated. Her ears raised as she did. “I’d never think a fly would have such a pretty name. Or a name at all. Now, why is that? All the animals I know get their names from either their parents or their people. Suppose you’ve got a mama or a papa who stuck around long enough to give you a name, and all your hundreds of siblings, too? Or you’ve got a people who looks after you?”

Rosie shook her head. “Nah, it can’t be that. What people would own a ’lil fly? What would they call a ’lil fly for? ‘Melody, c’mere and buzz in my ear, would you? Care to bite me on the leg?’” Rosie let out a great fit of laughter, accompanied by a loud snorting from her nose.

Melody, meanwhile, had been struggling to keep up with what Rosie was saying and jumped at the rumbling sensation of the snorting underneath her. Did a “people” mean humans? Did she have over a hundred siblings?!

And what was it about a human looking after her, having a name to call her by, that made Rosie laugh so much? Melody knew with complete certainty that Father loved her with all his heart, and she loved him so much that it pained her to be apart from him. And he had never asked her to purposefully flap her wings in his ear or bite him. She didn’t have a bite! She shrunk into herself and frowned, feeling the urge to return to hiding or, better yet, fly away to someplace she wouldn’t be spoken to this way.

Except she didn't have the choice to run off. She looked at her wings despairingly. They were tinged with the brown hue of soup and even more soaked than before. Melody began scrubbing at them, trying to rub the color out to no avail.

Rosie soon laid her eyes on her again and cleared her throat. “Oh, look at me,” she said, rolling her eyes, “going on about this and that while you’re still a mess. What do you say we get you washed up? Supper can wait. Wasn’t too hungry, anyway.”

“Uh…” Melody halted her scrubbing and considered, looking down and away from Rosie’s gaze. In one moment, Rosie was incredibly kind, and in the next, the pig said some odd, even hurtful things. But Melody treasured the thought of being clean, and if she wanted to go clean herself on her own, that meant an assuredly long trek on foot to get wherever Rosie had in mind. She was far too exhausted for that.

“Yes, please,” she said and nodded.

“Even got manners!” Rosie grinned. “Whoever it was who raised you up did a fine job of it. All right. I’d say, ‘Come along,’ but you are already!” She gave out another boisterous laugh that again shook Melody where she sat as she trotted off.

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[asksebs]

I'm going to flash you

- Arnold wimskins 🐷🌺

PLEASE specify that you’re going to use the flash beacon with this….

that’s what you meant, right..?

[sturniolo-rat]

I ALSO HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON TOO -🐷

oh thank you. TBH, my immune system is a beast, and I haven't been properly sick since high school. Most I get is a stuffy nose and some coughing. All is well ☺️

[jils-things]

Hi, hope you don't mind me doing this, but, Rhys with questions 2 & 7 for the S/I ask game.

this is the most recent ask i got this like minutes ago but im answering this asap because rhys bb HEEEHEHEHE i absolutely do not mind, im very happy!

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

this po.kepasta is centered around carmine's downfall, so rhys has always been there his whole life - a major inspiration to carmine. but for the sake of the pasta ill cut straight to the HORROR(tm). rhys enters the story when he realizes that his brother is missing - just like the rest of the victims in kanto. he fears for his wellbeing and tries to find someone who is aware of the issue (who is redwoo.d, theyre acquainted) and redwo.ods most recent rumor of seeing the ghost is at that abandoned pok.ecenter and they both went off to find it.

which they do, watching ghost torturing poor carmine to hell and back and it's even hard to tell if carmine's moving, or its just the puppeteering movements doing it. it angered rhys to the core and he wanted to battle ghost even if it meant hurting himself. he's a champion, he's got this, right? right? ....

7. would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your self insert?

this. is gonna be so funny to answer.

SO. rhys. is ALSO MY F/O 🔥🔥🔥 (paired with layla). BUT I ALSO HAVE A FRIEND (hallo 🐷) WHO HAD AN OC TO PAIR WITH HIM BECAUSE THEY REALLY LIKED RHYS HEHEJAHEJAHJA but it's dormant for now but personally i would point at that oc to crush on him and i definitely support it as much as rhyla HEEEHEEHEE. the story has little to no characters as well so i dont think i can properly pick WHO could be crushing on rhys hehehe