#pennepenned

[nightmaresindreamland]

“Can I get three more of these generic little white guys?”

[wingsofbat-moved]

QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN! ( @pennepenned​, @pcrticlvcid​ & @hitsujie​! )

wehehe here we go!

🌟 - Who was your very first rp muse?

On tumblr? In a traditional RP-blog sense, my first muse was Du.st from DU.ST: AN ELY.SIAN TAIL! However, I DID have an ic blog in the vein of early 2010′s ML.P ask blogs (answering questions in an art rp-esque format as the character) for Fid.get from the same franchise before him! 

Before tumblr, though? I’d say my first FIRST muse would have to be various Warr.ior Ca.ts OCs rped on Warr.iors Kug.yay. No, I’m not kidding. I’m also not kidding when I say that rp/Warr.iors Kug.yay is how I discovered that social media/online communication even existed.

💙 - Are there any muses you’ve been considering trying out?

Yes!!! I defs currently have a bunch of muses I’ve been considering bringing to this blog! Some I’ve rped before, some I haven’t! They include - but are not limited to:

Pai.ge Sin.clair (Boj.ack Horseman), Pau.la Bun.yan (Be.tsy Lee’s No E.vil), and Puf.f The Mag.ic Drag.on (1970-1980′s cartoons)!!

🎂 - When’s your birthday?

April 23rd!!

💝 - Who are some rpers you look up to?

Oh? Is it loveposting hours???? Well don’t mind if I do!!!!!!!!

@halcyoniisms​ / @ketzerhund​ BRO!!! BRO ILU BRO!!!!!!!!!! hal’s been like my closest friend for almost a decade @ this point, if not already a decade?? idk time isn’t real BUT ANYWAY!!! i love you so much you fucker you’re so talented and funny and interesting and chill and we’ve been through so much together that frankly i can’t even imagine what i’d be like if i never met you. tbh ur family 2 me, id defs be lost without you in my life i just!!!! i love you so fucking much bro!!!! i love talking to you so much i love seeing what you create and i j!!! screams!!! screams!!!

@a-handful-of-muses / @banzaiblastd / @doctorsleepytime / @becrtrap / @government-assigned-flames-kin / @masu-pasu​ / @pennepenned​ / @graspingstars / @horizon--bounty / @sundialhunter​ / @sunllght​ / @honeybee-glee (if i forgot u im sorry ilu too) - cheating and putting all y’all in one group but i have BARELY known a majority of you for like. 2 - 3 months but i would fucking die for all of you???? i’ve never become so comfortable so fast w ppl, esp these days, but just. you guys are just so fucking wonderful and i treasure every dumb joke and plotting and just general chilling we’ve spent together?? i wouldn’t trade these past few months i spent bonding with you for the world. not only that y’all have such fantastic characterizations!!! ur all so creative n bring so much character!!!!! i cant write w u guys enough!!! love u bros!!!!!!

[cosmcther]

Relationship Headcanons || Prompt @pennepenned​

     rosalina throws meteors into king’s face like a kid would throw rocks into a shitty neighbor’s glass window.

     end of headcanon.

[fragile-mera]

☎ for the sake of argument. let's assume indus has a phone, alright

Your muse’s contact name in my muse’s phone:

“Indus Tarbella Mr. Barrier: Bring me a Barrier” - it’s too long to be seen on the actual phone- only the normal name itself is actually visible… but she knows. She knows exactly what it says.

Your muse’s contact picture in my muse’s phone:

. yeaYour muse’s ringtone in my muse’s phone: Seems to be the classic ringtone.Which social media(s) my muse is following yours on (Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook, Pinterest, etc): Does Mera even have social media? Does Indus??? DOES HE EVEN KNOW WHAT IT IS? asking the real questions hereThe most recent phone call between our muses, and how long it was:Probably Mera trying to explain to Indus where the headache medicine is in the store for the fifteenth time, since her headache’s too bad for her to go out and get it herself. This most likely took at least an hour.

The three most recently sent messages from my muse to yours.

“Indus, can you grab another blanket while you’re out?”

“Indus, could you check outside? I think I heard something, but I’m not sure.”

“indus if i come back in two minutes and you’ve eaten that sand i’m going to scream so loud that they’re gonna find shattered glass fifteen miles away.”

[panickypeachboy]

⚠ i dont have the energy to log back into his blog but! malroth! if you want!

Send ⚠ and a name, and i will make a bad presentation slide about that muse

@intrappen

//One good boy.

[time-pieced]

@pennepenned (for Jesper)

   Last time Apphia had been this close to a mailman, she’d been soulless, and delivering things from a haunted scooter. But this time. This time, she was getting that funky mailman hat. She’d waited in the snow (yes, in) for at least a half hour, and the moment this lanky weirdo had shown up, she pounced.

She just barely manages to avoid colliding with his head, yoinking his hat and replacing her tophat with it, making sure it fits properly. She is very small, so. sometimes hats are too big. She’s not giving it back either way.

[cartoonlonk]

I just want to thank @pennepenned for supplying me with brotherly love from these two ♡♡♡

[skyfcx]

@pennepenned​

     ..............okay you got me with that one, an offense like that is punishable via death.

[a-handful-of-muses]

⊙０⊙

Send me ⊙０⊙ to see a glimpse of a canon character I’ve played/considered playingChell - Portal 2@dork-with-a-plan-blog-blog (last active 4+ years ago)

   This facility was getting to her. Every twist, every turn, every deadly trap.But she was no closer to escaping. Wheatley was probably dead, the chambers were repairing themselves faster than Chell could tear them apart, and it was just making her… tired.

GLaDOS is saying something over the intercom again, probably something insulting. Chell isn’t listening. She’s tired. Every muscle aches. The test chamber begins.

She considers signing something rude at the cameras, but she’s not sure she can even move her hands fast enough. She’s been holding this portal gun the same way for days now. She’s not sure why she hasn’t needed to eat or drink.She’s tired.

But she has to keep going.

For science.

[soupervillainpotage]

baba is here!!! and it's wearing... the arsene amulet. how did it even get that. how long has it had it. has it taken any epithets. who knows. it can't speak, so it can't answer, but it seems like it wouldn't mind if giovanni took the amulet from it.

“AAHGHGH!” What is that? What IS THAT?! WHY DOES IT HAVE THE AMULET??

It’s cute, but that could be a trap. Hmmmmmmmm...

Giovanni slowly reaches out towards Baba.

[wastallest]

pennepenned replied to your post:

its okay take your time

[no fuck yuo i’m gonna speedrun tumblr]

[nightmaresindreamland]

💭 for......... any of my bastards that youre especially feelin

“I DO NOT WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND. DIE”

Baba is a creature and Nightmare does not like it. At all. Baba’s insistence on ~fwiendship~ honestly disturbs him to the point of violence, as per the usual.

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‘Who made you King? Mufasa?’

The King of All Cosmos, he’s never had any personal interactions (he can recall), but all he holds is some general condescending disdain. Nightmare believes himself the only rightful ruler of the universe because he’d actually gone through, like, the actual effort of implanting himself into people’s lives via a monolithic corpocracy.

The King of All Cosmos is just a mockery to him, just some brute with a title who waves it around like it means something. Despite his very, very clear lack of an ability to govern.

[wingsofbat-moved]

@pennepenned​ !

A whistling shadow pauses to look up at the motel sign. In all its gloriously cheap, barely powered neon, the word ‘vacancy’ blips in and out of existence. ‘Course it was - little backwoods, off-road place like this? Whoever ran it was lucky to get one customer every couple of months. The phantom drifter had seen dozens of hide-aways like this, and all for practically the same reason. Didn’t need another. 

With a clack of a spurred heel, the shadow leaves the sign for the actual rooms.  

It’s not hard for her to find the one she’s looking for: least suspicious one, tucked away in the dirtiest, saddest corner the motel could offer a man. Best place for a rat to hide - heck, she should know, she watched him get the room! Still can’t believe he didn’t notice her behind the newspaper. Guess she hadn’t been keeping him on his toes enough. The paranoia’s gettin’ rusty. Well, can’t have that when she goes for the kill, can she? 

Once she’s found the lonely little corner she’s looking for, she sets up. Obscured by both darkness and her clothes, she pulls a folding chair off her back and a boombox (that is definitely not hers) from under her other arm. She sits the chair down in front of the only window, and with a grunt, sets the big old radio beside it. She takes a moment to stretch her arms - been holding onto those things for damn hours by that point - before returning her attention to her only opening. 

‘Course, even a hunter like her needs to squint in the low light, ‘specially when it’s prone to flickering so dang much. Not gonna stop her though; not by a long shot. Hmm, let’s see now... Oh, oh, wait - there it is. The shoddy old frame’s been left open just a crack, but still open enough to constitute it being between its start and end points. 

Tsk, tsk, tsk. 

Beneath her hat, the shadow’s face splits into a chesire grin. She lifts a hand from beneath the folds of her shawl, and six distinct triangle markings on her face begin to glow a soft orange. With them, the window is enshrouded by the same aura, and with a flick of her fingers, it swings back open without a peep. She leans in to carefully push the flimsy curtains aside, leaving the dark room completely exposed. She stands there for a moment, making sure that there was, in fact, somebody all curled up like a little rat in a rat nest. 

Oop - movement. A toss n’ turn. There he was. 

She picks her whistling back up as she dusts her palms off, kicks back in the folding chair with her handy-dandy cowboy-boot-shaped flask, leans over the boombox... 

– — And presses play. 

[cosmcther]

dansiere replied to your post:      literally anyone: mentions anything...

pearl vc. may i introduce you to the 18 - 23 ft tall diamonds

     “No need. I have my own personalized idiot that can grow to the size of planets if he so desired. Which he often does. And yet his ego is even bigger. Stars I hate the King of All Cosmos...”

[becrtrap]

{ Starter for @pennepenned​​ }

★ ˁ˚ᴥ˚ˀ ★

       ❝ Uh... sir-? Are- are you alright? ❞

      Okay, so this man’s eye was made of- something that looked like gold. But that wasn’t entirely the reason she was asking if he was alright- he actually seemed to have some sort of... hm... well issue going on. Though that entirely didn’t distract from his very strange... rat like face. 

[stanship-takeoff]

@pennepenned liked! (for Bow Kid)

{🔧} When Constanze had heard rumors of a UFO sighting near Blytonbury, she’d expected the usual sort of sci-fi ships you saw in the movies - and she’d hoped to snag some serious tech, but...

After finally managing to skip curfew, and set up a telescope, she’d found herself looking at what looked like a... a house with rockets attached. This is either a magic user getting very confused, or aliens just aren’t as advanced as everyone had expected.

So, of course, Constanze does the one thing any smart person would do, and immediately revs up her broom, flying up to the oddly stationary floating house, to knock on the... front window. Weird.