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@neverendingparable sent a ♬ for a song-related starter: Shawn Wasabi feat. Raychel Jay - the snack that smiles back

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{✿} –Pippin hazarded an arguably shifty peek in their mutual friend’s direction, the gradually increasing number of helium balloons having been pinned to the hood of their sweatshirt still somehow unnoticed. Pippin tittered in amusement as he turned back to face his friend, unaware that his jeopardous little glance had aroused suspicion, their balloon-clad friend now approaching fast behind him, ❝Why haven’t they said anything yet...?❞

#{Verse; Default LazyTown} #{Interaction; neverendingparable}

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Send me ♬ and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle and make a starter for you with the first line of the next song

#{Starter Meme} #{Open To Anyone} #{OOC: I'll be using Pippin's playlist for this!}

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@swordduels sent a sentence starter: “do i look like a monster to you?” Sigfrid pointed at his reversed mermaid mask made of latex.

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{✿} – ❝You look…sorta like a melted cake, Sigfrid!❞ Pippin tittered in amusement, clutching his stomach in an attempt to suppress his gradually increasing laughter, ❝I think your mask’s inside-out...! Hehehe, you look funny...!❞

#{Verse; Default LazyTown} #{Interaction: swordduels}

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@troublewithvampires sent a sentence starter: “are you scared of me?” //:3c

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{✿} – Pippin laughed in immediate dismissal of such an entirely absurd notion, leaping to the ground from where he had been jumping up & down from cushion-to-cushion on the weight-absorbant seats of his enchanted marshmallow couch like a hyperactive dog with the zoomies, and striding with purpose across the room to where Salvatore stood brooding. Detaining him into a tight one-armed hug without a moment of hesitation, the pixie smiled encouragingly down at his dear friend, ❝Nuh-uh! Not even a lil bit! You don’t scare me, silly! I could never be scared of you! You’re my Sally!❞ he announced proudly and with all the conviction in his heart, ruffling up the vampire’s dark hair. Pippin tilted his head to one side, ❝You got those “bad thought bugs” runnin’ around inside your head, don’t ya…? That’s okay! I think I know what to do! You just need a lil cheerin’ up, that’s all!❞ Releasing Sal from his embrace, Pippin grabbed his blueberry & vanilla swirl milkshake from the peppermint candy side table and drank plentifully from his cup before setting it back down and perching himself on the nearby rose & violet scented macaron chair, instinctively tugging Salvatore down with him to sit on his lap, ❝C’mon! Sit with me!❞

He seemed to take altruistic interest in how Salvatore was feeling, in spite of his usual ineffable energy threatening to bubble over at any given moment. His feelings mattered to Pippin, no matter how starkly they may contrast his own. ❝Hey, Sally…! Ya wanna listen to some smooth jazz with me?❞ Pippin smiled softly and with as much self-restraint as he could in the moment, swaying gently to & fro in what felt like a fair compromise. If he couldn’t sit still, then he’d at least try to subdue the rate of his physcial activity as to not overwhelm Sal. Already, he could feel the urge to get up & dance practically gnawing at the soles of his feet, but Pippin managed to resist - for now, at least. Smooth jazz was probably one of the least likely genres from which Pippin was going to take any form of influence (other than, perhaps, a somniferous one), but he enjoyed sharing in Salvatore’s interests, even if he didn’t always understand the appeal or find within it the same inspiration. Salvatore was his inspiration. Just getting to watch him gradually become absorbed in the flow of the music made the endurance of calm wholeheartedly worth it for him. In fact, after a while, he sometimes found it to be kind of grounding. That was, usually, until his mind would inevitably wander. But Pippin was trying his best, and he knew that Salvatore was, too. That was part of the reason why they worked so well, in contempt of their many differences.

Pippin wouldn’t mind staying here with Sal all night ‘til sunlight crept in through the curtains, as long as it meant being there with him. Though, finding himself momentarily distracted by the thousand-and-one different thoughts bouncing back & forth inside his mind, he quickly shook his head, shaking himself out of it and scattering an evanescent dusting of pretty, pink pixie dust as he did so. C’mon! Focus, Pippin! Your friend needs you! Hmm…now, he wondered, what else could he do to make Salvatore feel more comfortable…? The pixie’s gaze shifted upwards to view the bright white light that illuminated the room, and without thinking anything of it, simply plucked the colour out of the very room with no more than a flick of his wrist and tossed it away, shifting the light to take on a more delicate hue with less intensity. ❝Ya like green, Sally?❞ Another sleight of hand, a different colour, ❝How ‘bout purple…?❞

#{Verse: Default LazyTown} #{Interaction: troublewithvampires}

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build a bear vault • pumpkin fun kitty

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@jestamuses sent a sentence starter: “do i look like a monster to you, to you?” jevil

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{✿} – A mystic sort-of twinkling sound was heard when Pippin blinked and tilted his head to one side in order to inspect each of Jevil’s features more closely; the purple-ish fur that covered his skin - short and coarse like that of a wirehair cat, the serrated gnashers he bared as he spoke - observably yellowed, primed and designed for carnage, the endless black void set deep within his eye sockets - defined only by two tiny glowing pupils, and decided conclusively.

Yes, Pippin was sure that his verdict was correct!

❝No,❞ The sugar pixie realigned his head with his neck and shook it, the twinkling sound being heard again and a friendly smile appearing candidly upon his face, ❝you look friend-shaped to me! Even if you are an imp! I think you guys get a bad rap - sorta like us pixies, huh? That’s why it’s so great for us to work together to show the world who we really are, don’t ya think?❞ Pippin rocked back n' forth on his heels, grinning blithely and towering high above the 4’1” imp, though it would’ve been clear to anyone paying enough attention to notice that when it came to dominance, Jevil undoubtedly held the upper hand. After all, Pippin was but a gentle giant. ❝You’re not a monster! You’re just a guy! Like me!❞ The sugar pixie confidently extended his hand out in front of him, ❝My name's Pippin! What's yours?❞

#{Verse: Default LazyTown} #{Interaction: jestamuses}

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{✿} – Pippin’s face scrunched up rather endearingly as he broke out into a boyish fit of giggles, clearly way more amused by the misunderstanding than River appeared to be. ❝That’s really funny…! I’m a baker, not a murderer, silly!❞ The sugar pixie elucidated, leaving a small dab of smooth, white frosting upon their nose before turning out a resoundingly harmless smile.

He hummed pensively for just a moment, ❝Although, it would be pretty fun to pretend to be a murderer! Y’know, like, for Halloween or something! Whaddaya think? Is this scary?❞ Pippin wielded the knife, raising it up into the air startlingly fast, as if to commit the heinous act of stabbing a poor, unsuspecting victim. Growling childishly, the pixie smiled through his bared his teeth, an altogether non-threatening stance aside from the very real, very sharp knife that he held in his hand. Luckily for River, the confectioner had absolutely no intention of using it for anything other than to complete his cake, the sweet & zesty scent of gently baked tangerines filling the room as the freshly produced cake cooled upon a special tray atop the counter.

{Meme} {✿} – ❝Did you think I was gonna stab you just now?❞

River cleared their throat. "No..." They sighed. "Maybe," they admitted somewhat awkwardly.

#{Verse: Default LazyTown} #{Interaction: icouldburntheworlddown} #{TW; Knives}

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horror-inspired questions inbox memes   ♡   a series of question prompts taken from various horror media.  feel free to change anything as needed.  happy writing!

“are you okay?”

“are you scared of me?”

“why are you scared of me?”

“why did you try to kill me?”

“why are you doing this?”

“who’s there?!”

“what the hell is going on here, [name]?”

“are you afraid?”

“that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“where are we going?”

“what was that sound?”

“what the hell is that outside?”

“did you hear that?”

"where were you?”

“where were you when i needed you?!”

“what do we do now?”

“is splitting up really the best idea?”

“if you have to kill [him / her / them], could you?”

“what if tonight’s it for us?”

“[name]? is that you down there?”

“do you think we’ll be able to survive this?”

“do i look like a monster to you?”

#{Starter Meme} #{Open To Mutuals} #{OOC: Halloween vibes!!!}

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🌞🌼A friendly reminder🌷🌈

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Anonymous said: Have you ever had a tummyache from eating too many sweets?

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{✿} – ❝No, but I have had a tummy-ache from eating too much salt & grease! Those things can make me really, really sick. For us sugar pixies, it’s sorta like an allergy, in the same way that Sports Elves can’t eat processed sugar without havin’ a sugar meltdown! Somethin’ about it affects the way our bodies turn food into energy and it just messes us up, real bad.❞ Pippin grimaced in slightly nauseated recollection of the last time he was struck with a round of what was essentially a very complex form of food poisoning after being coerced by some teens into eating a bag of fries.

❝Ya wanna know somethin’ really cool, though?❞ The pixie’s pained expression quickly reformed into his usual lively smile, in spite of what he was about to say. ❝If there’s blood in your throw-up & you get taken to the hospital, the medication they give you makes you see really weird things that aren’t even there, like little green aliens and flamingos with three heads and stuff! Kinda feels like bein’ in a fun-house, but with way more vomit.❞

#{Verse: Default LazyTown} #{Anon} #{TW; Emetophobia} #{TW; Vomit} #{OOC: Pippin that's disgusting shut the fuck up lmfao}

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{✿} – The favourable absence of real sand getting inside Pippin’s sandals made beach-going much less of a sensory ick for the sugar pixie, which made Barbieland Beach the ideal spot to hang out with his good buddy, Ken. After all, who knew how to “Beach” better than Ken? Nobody, that’s who!

Much less conveniently, however, was the glaring lack of digestible ice cream! Regrettably, plastic was not considered a food in the real world - but that was no obstacle for Pippin, confectioner extraordinaire, who simply brought along a tub (or three) of his famous never-melting gelato, spooning a large heap of choco-vanilla swirl into his mouth as he arrived upon the coast, waving enthusiastically when he spotted Ken with his surfboard wedged underneath his arm, lookin' C-U-T-E!

It was a true mystery why his Barbie wasn't totally living for him, too.

❝Sure, Ken! But be more careful this time, okay?❞ Pippin grinned as optimistically as one could in this situation, ❝I know you can do it!❞ The pixie cheered from the shore like any good friend should do, taking another large scoop of ice cream to help calm his underlying concern that Ken might fall again. Still, he was sure that if Ken kept on practising, then he could achieve anything he put his mind to! Even if attempting to surf on anything other than real water did seem a little beyond the bounds…

But surely, Ken knew what he was doing! ...Right?

starter for @sugarpixie !

ken roamed the beach sand, waiting and waiting for the barbies to wake up, stretching his plastic to be in peak condition when he would hopefully do a trick to impress barbie, watching the waves to ensure the water wasn't too rough if barbie wanted to swim, barbie, barbie barbie. ken's day wasn't good until barbie looked at him... but, he had to admit: getting to see his buddy came pretty close.

"Hey, Pippin! I've been workin' on this new surfing trick... wanna see me try it out?"

it was like watching a caveman show off his fire. endearing, if not a bit silly.

#{Verse: TBD} #{Interaction: plasticheartss}

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@lycanspirited said: "I'd rather not see what happens to a werewolf with all this sugar..." He glares at the radio. "Christ." -Jasper

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{✿} – ❝That’s cool!❞ Pippin assented with a sympathetic smile, ❝Sugar’s not for everybody. My good friend, Sportacus, has sugar meltdowns whenever he’s tricked into eating it, which is…surprisingly often, now that I think about it…!❞ The pixie’s brows furrowed slightly as he hummed and tapped his chin in mental analysis, Jasper’s impious exclamation soon enough snapping him out of his trance; though he seemed to have got the wrong end of the stick, responding in an oblivious exclamation of his own, ❝Oh! I didn’t know you were religious, Jasper!❞

#{Verse: Default LazyTown} #{Interaction: lycanspirited} #{TW; Blasphemy} #{TW; Religion} #{OOC: “I didn't know you were religious” has got to be one of my favourite Pippin lines ever lmfao}

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@lycanspirited said: "All this sugar isn't good for anyone! Werewolf or not!" -Jasper

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{✿} – He paused for a moment, setting down the frosting bag he was using to ice the aesthetically pleasing pink cake on the stand in front of him. ❝I understand why you might think that, but that’s actually not true at all!❞ Pippin seemed agreeable to shedding some educational light on the subject in a way that was conscientiously more explanatory than preachy, smiling amicably. ❝Maybe, this much sugar isn’t so good for werewolves in large quantities, but I’m a sugar pixie, and for us, there’s actually no such thing as ‘too much’ sugar!❞

The pixie dipped a silver spoon into a nearby bowl of fresh granulated sugar and took it into his mouth, ❝In fact, we need it to survive. It’s like water for crabs! They can live without it for a while, but sooner or later, if they don’t get back in the water, they just die…! I actually had a friend back home whose brother-in-law deliberately killed himself by starving himself of sugar for a whole week! Everybody tried to get him to eat, but he just kept on refusing, and then, eventually, after a whole seven days of starvation, he just stopped breathing altogether! Crazy, right?❞ The sheer nonchalance with which he picked up the frosting bag to resume icing the chocolate-cherry-chunk cake after having declared that particular story inferred that, perhaps, he was just shockingly unaware of how offhandedly divulging sensitive information like that might be upsetting for some people to hear. This impression was furthered when the expert confectioner leaned across the counter to turn up the volume on the happy pop song that was being broadcast across the radio, dancing and humming along in a carefree fashion while he did his job.

#{Verse: Default LazyTown} #{Interaction: lycanspirited} #{TW; Suicide}

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{I can't stop smiling at the concept of Pippin having a big ol' crush on Ken Carson. Do any Ken RPers wanna have a good laugh with me in the name of (probably understandably unrequited) romantic comedy?}

#{OOC} #{Wishlist} #Barbie RP #Ken RP #Ken Carson RP #LazyTown RP

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