#penni painkiller fanart

[guyinhoney]

Penni Painkiller

[violetmoon0414]

I did watch Pain Girl on YouTube created by Crae like 2 months ago, kinda a violence but it was good

[shizukascenefox]

Penni Painkiller has Femtanyl energy ❤️🩷

PAIN TIME!

[cuttyclowngirl]

POV ur one of the mfs that broke into her house. She found u. (Yes, it's blurry on purpose)

[the-ave]

💞pain girl’s peni painkiller 💞

cute pilot!

Watch it here! Or here!

[hmvw2015]

Just a normal girl and her demon friend.

[shizukascenefox]

❤️🩷

[ID: image of a girl drawn in a very inky cartoony style in black and white striped socks, pink suspenders and a black skirt and shirt with a short bob haircut and hair clips and a heart in her hair. she's holding some sort of large scissors. END ID]

I just watched this and i was like, i have to draw her! i love her!

[mossbuny]

[sora2real]

penni painkiller

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

So what were your Parkwood headcanons? I think you vaguely mentioned one of them being Skye and Beatrice meeting and mostly getting along but do you remember the rest? I know they’re more of a fantasy rn, cause them getting together’s pretty much impossible for several reasons. I’m not sure if Parkwood’s even a popular ship anymore seeing how there’s nearly nothing to go by in canon. I’m not a shipper myself but it’d be cool if you remember them and wanna share if you haven’t already :3

I’ll admit, I haven’t really been much of a Parkwood shipper in a while, but I still maintain that had Skye’s story been written differently, they would have had serious potential. It could still happen, but my hopes aren’t high. I’m not sure why they even gave Penny such a big crush if it wasn’t going to go anywhere. But head-canons can fix everything, anon. Thank you so much for asking. 

Even if Skye starts out not noticing Penny, I find it hard to believe she’d think Penny was “alright.” And nothing else. Like Penny is a sweetheart. She’s adorable. She’s kind and considerate and friendly. Even if you’re Skye, and you don’t notice anyone who’s not connected to Quidditch...I mean, Penny’s a fan! That counts for something. 

Still, it could be an established part of their dynamic and their story that Skye takes her for granted at first. Meanwhile, Penny sees Skye through rose colored glasses. She’s apparently distracted by “all things Parkin.” Meaning it’s more about Skye’s famous family than Skye herself. I don’t think Penny is consciously aware of this, though. Not immediately.

So that’s how it is in the start. Penny blushing and stammering around Skye, who chuckles at having such a major fan, but doesn’t pay her much mind. I could envision sequences I’ve seen before in fanart, like Skye letting Penny wear her jacket if she’s cold, deliberately flustering her for fun. 

Until...Skye shows her less-awesome side, which we all know exists. Penny may be popular, and she may be prone to gossip, but spreading false rumors wouldn’t be something that she’d be at all okay with. This could plant the seeds of doubt. Seeds that are so, so important. 

Of course, then Skye gets hit with a bludger and this doubt is driven clean from Penny’s mind. All she can think about is Skye’s injury, if she’ll be okay. She falls asleep at Skye’s bedside, brings her painkiller potions, much to Madam Pomfrey’s chagrin. Dotes on her. But Skye is paying Penny no mind, she’s obsessed with Rath right now. 

By the end of Season 1, Skye is embittered that she can’t play in the final, and Penny is forced to see Skye’s worst qualities. She would make excuses for them, but the pedestal is cracking. Bit by bit. 

Season 2. Skye’s avoiding MC, lying to them, and being dismissive. MC actually cares about Skye by this point (she taught them her family’s signature move and tried to give them a broomstick, you would too.) So they go to Penny for help and Penny realizes more and more that Skye has flaws and they are very apparent. 

She starts spending less time with Skye. Who doesn’t ask where Penny is going. But little by little, Skye notices the absence. Misses that cute blonde who would bring her potions before practice to help energize her (because Penny totally did that.) Though, being Skye, she doesn’t ask or apologize. She just gets bitter. 

She makes up with MC, and asks about Penny. MC doesn’t know the answer but Skye tells them not to go and ask her. Not too much later, MC and Skye fall out again over Rath. 

During this time, Skye is more alone than ever, and her worse qualities are on full display. Penny realizes that Skye isn’t the greatest person. But also feels sympathy for her. Tries to reach out out to her. Only to have Skye lash out at Penny for having been so distant. 

Penny breaks down and properly calls Skye out on all of her toxic decisions, before running away. The angst, my friend. The angst is strong. But Skye is left stunned. 

Penny talks to MC. Skye writes to her Dad. These two conversations help Penny and Skye come to an understanding about themselves and each other. Skye realizing that she doesn’t want to play in the final if Penny isn’t there to cheer her on. Penny realizing that Skye is acting this way because Quidditch is all she knows. 

They meet up and Skye, yes, this is true - apologizes for her actions. Penny does too. She doesn’t really need to, if we’re being honest, but she does anyway. They speak more openly. About how Skye’s life has been all about Quidditch. How Penny only ever saw her in that lens. Penny agrees to attend the Final with one condition - that Skye agrees to meet up with her in a hangout that has NOTHING to do with Quidditch. 

Hogsmeade time. They go on a date and it’s sweet and adorable and awkward. Penny gives Skye a small phial of Felix Felicis, not to actually drink because that would be illegal, but to keep with her as a “luck charm.” I also like to think there would be a forehead kiss here. 

Fueled with the power of puppy love, Skye plays in the Quidditch Final. And even if she loses, she knows that it’s not the end of the world. Even if “the” Skye Parkin loses, Penny knows it’s not the end of the world either. And them both understanding that helps them be better. Together. 

[shizukascenefox]

I watched Pain Girl and I loved it instantaneously. Penni Painkiller reminds me of Penny Crygor from WarioWare, kinda… the design is similar, black and pink, but similar to Bloody Bunny and Femtanyl.

Pain Girl - Penni

[secretshinigami]

Ghosts in Our Past

Author: @sstwins For: @almostsane-things Pairings/Characters: Mello, Matt is mentioned Rating/Warnings: This is like… high PG-13. I don’t think any of it is self-harm but there is definitely self-hatred, some cursing, and mentions of prostitution. Prompt: Mello w the prompt ‘Ghosts in our past’ (feel free to incorporate personal headcanons) Author’s notes: I entirely could not communicate the depths of my Mello headcanons into my fanart, so that’s why this happened ahaha. I have a lot of very complex Mello feelings.

        Mello’s eyes slowly blinked open, and the immediate wave of pain that hit him, threatening to leave him breathless, made him wish that he could fall back into the blissful oblivion of sleep. He’d been having some sort of dream, but the disorienting aching coming from where the left side of his head lay on the pillow had jarred him roughly back into reality, with whatever dreams he’d had quickly fleeing. He must have gotten fucked up last night, the bleary thought drifted across his mind, in order to have a headache this bad. But with his new awakened state came the uncomfortably scratchy feeling of something digging into his skin below just his temples, snaking down his neck onto his shoulders until Mello sat up with a gasp, clawing at the bandages that he was sure were the source of the pain.

Oh. His breathing took a second to calm as he took in his surroundings. The rancid smell coming up from pizza boxes tossed into the corners and forgotten. Halfway hanging-on curtains dangled over the window frame, diffusing the light that came into the hovel and turning day into night. This wasn’t some crummy hotel after a one-night stand to get some quick cash, and the pain wasn’t just a bad hangover. He was in Matt’s apartment. He was in Matt’s apartment when a week ago he’d expected to be dead, after the explosions didn’t go off as planned and the building threatened to take him down along with it. Then Matt had swooped in, always the knight in shining goggles, and had whisked him away to this shitty apartment. The way he told the story, Mello had been frantic with joy and gratuitous thank you’s upon being rescued, but all that Mello remembered was waking up a day or so after the explosion, head pounding like he’d gotten concussed, and rolling over to see Matt lying next to him in bed as if they’d never been apart.

As if triggered by the memory of the event, Mello’s left side gave a powerful twitch, causing him to clench his teeth. A mirror. He had to get to a mirror. Fumbling his way out of bed, Mello staggered across the floor, nearly tripping over several discarded game consoles. Fuck, Matt was messy. He was worse than Mello was, and that was saying a lot.

The door to the bathroom was right next to the pocket-sized kitchen. The entire space was hardly livable even for one person, Mello noted as he slammed himself into the tiny square washroom, clicking the door firmly shut behind him before he even dared to think about turning towards the mirror. Matt had done some googling, told him it would heal, but he was far from being a certified doctor. Taking in a deep breath to stop his staggering gasps, Mello steeled his nerve and turned towards the glass, his heart sinking at the sight.

Matt’s shitty gauze wrapping had done little to cover up the absolute mess of charred flesh spread from Mello’s cheekbone to shoulder. Angry red inflammation bubbled around the edges of the fabric wrapping him up tight. In some places, blood had soaked through the wrappings, marring the perfect cream color with a sickening shade of salmon. Mello let his gaze travel down his body almost peacefully, holding everything back while he tried to take in a calming breath. But instead of oxygen flowing in, he felt the all-too-familiar sense of rage flaming up and burning though him. His hands acted on their own, scrabbling at his bandages and tearing them off, wishing that he could tear off the skin that lay underneath. When the final shreds of gauze were fluttering to the floor like feathers, Mello collapsed onto the toilet seat and, not for the first time that week, let out a choked sob that he couldn’t quite keep in.

He didn’t deserve this, did he? After all the shit he’d put up with for years, first with Near and then out on his own, without a penny from Wammy’s. Oh no, they’d poured the inheritance into their precious little prodigy, but Mello was smart and resourceful and girlish enough with his slender frame and wispy blonde hair. Prostituting himself back then had been an easy way to gain money, secrets, and from that, power. All he had to do was bat his eyes and act coy, and they would give him whatever he wanted. Members of the mafia, members of the government. Mello had grabbed onto all of their dirty little secrets and used that to climb to the top. And along with that, he’d learned to value himself not just for his brilliant mind, but also for his pretty face. After all, no one was paying for a hotel to hear him debate them about Plato. His intelligence was what allowed him to plan his rise to glory, but his beauty was the commodity that let him get there.

And all of that was gone now. He’d blown up the only place where he had any influence beyond being a good fuck. But that second bit wasn’t true now either, no. No one wanted a scarred-up whore, especially not one who looked as bad as Mello. This wasn’t just a cute little scratch or beauty mark. It was the kind where one look at his face made his stomach plummet until he felt like retching. It was horrific. Ugly.

And burning, still. Mello pulled himself out of his stupor to drop to his knees and dig around in Matt’s cabinets, looking for ointment, burn cream… anything to stop the pain. There were little bottles and tubes down there, but with his eyes blurred with tears he couldn’t read them to see which was what Matt usually put on. Bitterly, Mello swiped his arm across his eyes, frustrated as the tears didn’t stop from his application of force. Was this what his life was going to be now? Sprawled naked across the floor of Matt’s hovel’s tiny bathroom, not even able to take care of himself much less do anything to stop Kira. L would think he was pathetic. L would be ashamed of him. Not that he hadn’t always been. Mello had always been the bastard successor. Not the one who was the most desirable. He knew that, because if Near had threatened to strike out on his own, they never would have let him go. You keep precious things close to your chest, but Mello was a breakable commodity, not even really needed. He was the backup. Always number two, and now the only things he had managed to scrape up on his own were gone.

Eyes still completely glassed over, Mello fought against the stinging tears with another wracking fit of anger. His fingers twisted and scratched at his burned skin, striking out against himself, delighting momentarily in the way that the fragile regrowth of his flesh tore easily, causing blood to drain down his arm. But then the pain set in a hundredfold and he slammed his head back into the unforgiving wood of the bathroom door, reveling in the way that it made him see stars and momentarily took his other pain away. If it wasn’t for Matt, he didn’t think he could stand any of it. He wanted to drown himself in the bathtub or overdose on the pain pills that were so temptingly only a few inches away, but he couldn’t. Matt had come for him, saved him. Left him alone all day while he got cash under the impression that Mello wouldn’t do anything stupid.

Mello let his head rest against the door as he took in deep breaths until the hot tears subsided, replaced with an unsettling sense of forced calm. He was thinking and feeling too much. If he let it all out, it would destroy him entirely. Mello knew better than anyone about the explosive power of anger. Better to bottle it up and release it in small doses, a bit for every time he looked in the mirror until maybe one day he could handle the image in the glass without heaving.

Next to the painkillers in the cabinet was a fresh roll of gauze. Mello took a glance down at his bloody arm, reached for the bandages, and numbly started wrapping his skin back up. Maybe there was something to be said about the devil you couldn’t see. You could pretend it just didn’t exist.

[shizukascenefox]

She smiles :D

Penni Painkiller