Meriadoc Brandybuck

I’m here hip hip

aragorngoogles

GOOGLES RP MASTERPOST

Going to make a masterpost in order to access who is still interested in being active in the rp as well as urls we can take if we want to be multiple characters/want to involve more people! So if you see this post on your dash and are part of the rp (and interested in maintaining your character) pls reblog and tag your googles accounts so I can add them to the list!!

Equally, if you’re interested in joining and want a certain username, please message me, and if you are able to create an account, tag your new account!

If you are not interested in being active anymore or want to change characters and want to figure out how to get the url, please message me and we can sort it out together!

So far, I have @merrygoogles @turingoogles and (obviously) @aragorngoogles, my primary.

URLS I currently have up for grabs are @bardgoogles and @theodengoogles

Thanks!

Very rp, much fun

❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

@merrygoogles

It started…why, it had started the way it always starts. It had started with a fool of a Took. Pippin, in his very unsurprising, very Pippin-like fashion, had dropped his sword. Out of the window. On the uppermost tower of Gondor’s largest city, the ever foreboding, whiter than ivory, Minas Tirith. After he had heard the clang and the shout of “Hey!” from down below, like a ringing in his ears, Merry had run to the window, and then, once he realized what had happened, wanted to bury his face in his hands. He instead turned to Pippin, and stared for a short while. “All I ask,” he said finally, slowly, “is why you dropped your sword out the window?” Merry was–and there was no other word for it–incredulous.

“I slipped!” Pippin was covering away from the window. At least they had not accidently killed anyone. “It could happen te anyone!”

The truth was that Pippin probably wouldn’t have slipped if his clothes and other belongings weren’t spread out across the floor. And he would not have dropped his sword if he weren’t so proud and had to “polish it” by the window.

Merry’s jaw was clenched, though in truth, he was not in the slightest bit angry. Merry was trying not to laugh. “Pip,” he said, his quivering voice betraying him, and before he could commit total treason onto himself, he mumbled what needed to be said. “Fool of a Took.”

And then he was a goner.

Pippin saw Merry quivering, his cheeks had heated up from held back emotion.

“Yes Merry?” He asked shakily, and then it was his turn to blush as Merry started to laugh. “It’s not-”

He started to laugh too, clutching at his stomach.

They were both of them the fools. In between heaves, chuckles, and nursing what felt like several cracked ribs, Merry wondered idly if the man the sword had bothered down below would come up the several flights of stares to confront them, the two hobbits on the uppermost rivet. He snorted again. Oh, what a fright that would give them!

Once he had calmed down, the hobbit had made up his mind that it was high time for their flight, lest the confrontation he had imagined come to fruition. Trying to look stern and superior, but failing miserably (as he had a smile the size of Arda painted across his pristine half-ling features) he said again, “Pip. It is high time we got out of here.” Merry made a small pile from the clothes that had been previously strewn about and, after throwing Pippin a significant glance, had run from the tower, socks and linen falling in his wake.

Pippin was sat on the floor, wheezing in the pain of laughter. Once Merry straightened up again, Pippin tried to conceal his giggles.

“Already? Are we going back to the Shire?” Pippin stood up. He didn’t know if he was ready yet. Of course he missed home, but what was home against the adventures of the world?

Merry was too far away to hear the other hobbit. Only once he had reached their sleeping quarters did he stop to wonder why Pippin had not been following him closely. Had he simply been a tad bit behind?

After a split second’s waiting, however, it became apparent that that was not the case.

¨Where the devil has he made off to,”Merry whispered under his breath, hoping against hope that Pippin was still in the tower and had not gotten himself into more trouble...

Very rp, much fun

❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

@merrygoogles

It started…why, it had started the way it always starts. It had started with a fool of a Took. Pippin, in his very unsurprising, very Pippin-like fashion, had dropped his sword. Out of the window. On the uppermost tower of Gondor’s largest city, the ever foreboding, whiter than ivory, Minas Tirith. After he had heard the clang and the shout of “Hey!” from down below, like a ringing in his ears, Merry had run to the window, and then, once he realized what had happened, wanted to bury his face in his hands. He instead turned to Pippin, and stared for a short while. “All I ask,” he said finally, slowly, “is why you dropped your sword out the window?” Merry was–and there was no other word for it–incredulous.

“I slipped!” Pippin was covering away from the window. At least they had not accidently killed anyone. “It could happen te anyone!”

The truth was that Pippin probably wouldn’t have slipped if his clothes and other belongings weren’t spread out across the floor. And he would not have dropped his sword if he weren’t so proud and had to “polish it” by the window.

Merry’s jaw was clenched, though in truth, he was not in the slightest bit angry. Merry was trying not to laugh. “Pip,” he said, his quivering voice betraying him, and before he could commit total treason onto himself, he mumbled what needed to be said. “Fool of a Took.”

And then he was a goner.

Pippin saw Merry quivering, his cheeks had heated up from held back emotion.

“Yes Merry?” He asked shakily, and then it was his turn to blush as Merry started to laugh. “It’s not-”

He started to laugh too, clutching at his stomach.

They were both of them the fools. In between heaves, chuckles, and nursing what felt like several cracked ribs, Merry wondered idly if the man the sword had bothered down below would come up the several flights of stares to confront them, the two hobbits on the uppermost rivet. He snorted again. Oh, what a fright that would give them!

Once he had calmed down, the hobbit had made up his mind that it was high time for their flight, lest the confrontation he had imagined come to fruition. Trying to look stern and superior, but failing miserably (as he had a smile the size of Arda painted across his pristine half-ling features) he said again, “Pip. It is high time we got out of here.” Merry made a small pile from the clothes that had been previously strewn about and, after throwing Pippin a significant glance, had run from the tower, socks and linen falling in his wake.

Very rp, much fun

❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

@merrygoogles

It started…why, it had started the way it always starts. It had started with a fool of a Took. Pippin, in his very unsurprising, very Pippin-like fashion, had dropped his sword. Out of the window. On the uppermost tower of Gondor’s largest city, the ever foreboding, whiter than ivory, Minas Tirith. After he had heard the clang and the shout of “Hey!” from down below, like a ringing in his ears, Merry had run to the window, and then, once he realized what had happened, wanted to bury his face in his hands. He instead turned to Pippin, and stared for a short while. “All I ask,” he said finally, slowly, “is why you dropped your sword out the window?” Merry was–and there was no other word for it–incredulous.

“I slipped!” Pippin was covering away from the window. At least they had not accidently killed anyone. “It could happen te anyone!”

The truth was that Pippin probably wouldn’t have slipped if his clothes and other belongings weren’t spread out across the floor. And he would not have dropped his sword if he weren’t so proud and had to “polish it” by the window.

Merry’s jaw was clenched, though in truth, he was not in the slightest bit angry. Merry was trying not to laugh. “Pip,” he said, his quivering voice betraying him, and before he could commit total treason onto himself, he mumbled what needed to be said. “Fool of a Took.”

And then he was a goner.

Very rp, much fun

❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

@merrygoogles

It started...why, it had started the way it always starts. It had started with a fool of a Took. Pippin, in his very unsurprising, very Pippin-like fashion, had dropped his sword. Out of the window. On the uppermost tower of Gondor’s largest city, the ever foreboding, whiter than ivory, Minas Tirith. After he had heard the clang and the shout of “Hey!” from down below, like a ringing in his ears, Merry had run to the window, and then, once he realized what had happened, wanted to bury his face in his hands. He instead turned to Pippin, and stared for a short while. “All I ask,” he said finally, slowly, “is why you dropped your sword out the window?” Merry was--and there was no other word for it--incredulous.

#rp

How to relive the Glory days of riding into battle with @eowyngoogles

eowyngoogles

@merrygoogles Well, @faramirgoogles and I could come visit you and @pippingoogles in the shire? 😊🤗

#Treebeard's been pushing for us to visit him in Isengard #and it's almost been ten years

I think Pip and I are quite ready for another adventure...

How to relive the Glory days of riding into battle with @eowyngoogles

thetwinsgoogle-deactivated

How to thank @galadrielgoogles for the very fashionable silver belt she gave ne

galadrielgoogles

No thanks necessary, halfling :)

Grandma, didn’t we give you a silver belt for your begetting day…?

@galadrielgoogles

galadrielgoogles

oh, uhm, hm, I think you did! I seem to have…misplaced it.

thetwinsgoogle-deactivated

Misplaced it by giving it to a hobbit?

#*nervous sweat*#looks down at belt #looks back up

Ahahaha it was TOTALLY a different one! I'm pretty sure my waist is bigger than hers anyways, and it totally matches my vest, which is a completely different color scheme than anything she has!

Do you think @pippingoogles and @thetwinsgoogle want to smoke some pipeweed?

thetwinsgoogle-deactivated

Of course, what kind of question is that??

Um, or course!

#can we just have a bunch of high thoughts in this thread #like what does each of us think when we're high and ish?#lmao

I have my pouch, are you ready? @pippingoogles @thetwinsgoogle

How to get @pippingoogles to rp w you

You fOoL

Who you calling fool, you frickin TOOK?

You! You fOol of a Brandybuck!

#so you were unofficially shook before?

I'm not sure that's how the saying goes...

How to thank @galadrielgoogles for the very fashionable silver belt she gave ne

galadrielgoogles

No thanks necessary, halfling :)

Many thanks necessary, if it please your high-ness. Pippin always insists he has the best taste in fashion, what with his Tweed vests *gag* but you saw my potential

#yoyoyo my queen!

How to get @pippingoogles to rp w you

You fOoL