Pippin Peanutbutter RP

INDIE. SEL. "LAZYTOWN" OC.

[sugarpixie]

SUGARPIXIE:

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Independent Roleplay/Ask Blog For “Pippin Peanutbutter”, An Original Character Affiliated With The “LazyTown” Fandom.

Established July 2018.

20 Years RP Experience.

Selective.

Multiship & Multiverse.

Mun & Muse Of Age.

Penned by Duckie Nella Moriarty.

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[sugarpixie]

@sinshosted sent a sentence starter: “do i look like a monster to you?” //from ava! who just does look like a monster.

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{✿} – He nodded in quick succession, something inexplicable causing his head to create a distinctly audible twinkling sound with the rate of movement. ❝Uh huh! Totally!❞ Pippin enthused with an awed expression causing his sparkling eyes to reverentially linger upon her form, horns and all. It appeared he hadn’t considered that answering the question quite so honestly might offend her, naively anticipating her to be naturally thrilled about his answer.

After all, monsters were cool as candy canes! In fact, Pippin had always daydreamed about being a monster, just for a day at least. He could probably even scare Robbie Rotten! BOO - just like that! He would barely be able to contain himself with the hilarity of watching the villain’s cartoonishly long limbs extend in all directions in complete surprise. If he was lucky, he might even fling a slice of his famous cream cake right into his arms! Mmm, creamy!

Without a moment’s pause for thought, the sugar pixie asked, ❝What kinda monster are you?❞ The question, in its simplicity, could be easily misconstrued as a phrase of disapproval or even revulsion at her kind, but there was something about the obvious simplicity in which Pippin was speaking that alluded to him being more gentle than giant, in spite of his size. And with that, he outstretched his palm towards her, a candy offering for his brand new friend, ❝Want a sour snake?❞

[sugarpixie]

Ask my muse “Have you ever ___” questions!

Anonymous said: have you ever been in a fight?

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{✿} – ❝Umm...❞ Pippin hummed and hawed for a moment as he pondered over the particular context of the circumstances about which he was speaking, ❝Does it still count if I wasn’t really the one doing the fighting...?❞

Pippin, sweetheart, the thing you’re referring to is called being attacked and it most definitely does not constitute ‘getting into a fight’! 

The sugar pixie wrapped his arms protectively around his own body; he wasn’t particularly fond of those pesky memories. It was rare occurrence for him to appear withdrawn, so it might’ve been somewhat pitiable to see the distinctly troubled expression on his face just now. Someone give this poor boy a hug!

[sugarpixie]

@derschwarzeengel sent a sentence starter: "Wenn du gehst, wenn du träumst, wenn du lachst, soll das Liebe sein?“ // [translation] “When you go, when you dream, when you laugh, should that be love?” [ Here, have a random lyric starter. *waves* ]

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{✿} – He was wide-eyed, positively floored by the complexities of those syllables. ❝Wowser…! Those sound like some super fancy-pantsy words you just said! But um, I unfortunately don’t speak whatever language that was, so I’m just gonna assume you said somethin’ nice!❞ The pixie’s face was illuminated with a toothy grin as he thrust a friendly hand out toward the stranger, naively failing to acknowledge that their language barrier might’ve worked both ways. ❝I’m Pippin! Nice to meetcha! What’s your name?❞

[squirrelstothenuts]

[sugarpixie]

@luposcainus sent a sentence starter: “are you scared of me?”

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{✿} – ❝Why would I be scared of you, Mr. Wolf? I'll bet you’re just a big ol' doggie at heart, aren’tcha?❞ Pippin grinned from ear-to-pointed-ear, not a single ounce of fear in the maple syrupy sweetness of his voice.

The sugar pixie had no reservations about his kind, nor did he about anyone's kind as a matter of fact. That was just the type of person Pippin was. Trusting, perhaps even sometimes to his own detriment.

Even so, in spite of the occasional unpleasant experience, Pippin wasn’t embittered by the past, not one bit, and so he held open the door to the stranger with the same inexhaustibly warm reception he had for everybody. ❝Yeah, you are! I can see it in your smile! C’mon in!❞ The candy store/dessert bar owner made an eager beckoning motion with his hand, the invitingly sweet aroma from inside permeating the air. ❝Everybody’s welcome at Sugar Rush! Especially new friends!❞

[troublewithvampires]

The moment the words left Salvatore’s mouth and he saw the expression on Pippin’s face, the good humor drained out of him in a heartbeat and he cursed internally. Shit. He hadn’t meant to strike a nerve, but evidently that’s exactly what he’d done.

“Oh, I-I, no- shhhhhoot, no-” Salvatore hated how he was stammering. He held his hands up slightly, wincing a little at how concerned Pippin was. “No, Sugarsweet, I was just teasin’ you a bit. Trust me, I ain’t throwin’ around any accusations.” Hoping to reassure him, Salvatore shot him a charming, slightly lopsided grin. “Nah, I haven’t lost anything lately, just- no, nevermind.” His expression softened and he rested a clawed hand on Pippin’s arm.

“Hey,” Salvatore said, “I know you’d never steal anything, Sugarsweet–you ain’t that kind of person.” Unlike Salvatore, of course, but that went without saying. Pippin was too good, the kind of person Salvatore never could be, but that wasn’t the point.

Salvatore squeezed Pippin’s arm lightly. “I’m just pullin’ your leg, Sugarsweet,” he said. “Don’t stress yourself out about it.”

[sugarpixie]

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{✿} – Instantaneously relieved upon the sincerity of the vampire’s reassurance (although in all honesty, he probably wouldn’t have clocked had it been insincere), Pippin all but melted beneath the small, unguiculate hand that rested gently upon his bare forearm. “Don’t stress yourself out.” he’d said, or something like it, whilst singlehandedly causing Pippin’s heart to skip multiple beats at a time. It was as if his worries had simply thawed away like melting icey-cream. His enamoured smile was elucidative of his prevailing spirits and curiosity in the face of their little miscommunication.

❝Oh, goodie! ‘Cause I’d never steal from you, Sally! Not even for a million-billion dollars! I can’t even count that high anyway!❞ The pixie laughed expressively, his comportment having fully regained its vivacious enthusiasm. 

His head tilted obliviously to one side, fixated upon Salvatore’s initial introduction. ❝What were you gonna say before, Sally? Somethin’ about stealing?❞ Pippin rocked back n’ forth on his heels, perhaps conveying the illusion of acting coy, but realistically, he was just restless. 

[xmas-present]

[sugarpixie]

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

sugarpixie:

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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...!❞

[sugarpixie]

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

sugarpixie:

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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…?❞

[wiichannel]

build a bear vault • pumpkin fun kitty

[sugarpixie]

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

sugarpixie:

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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?❞

[icouldburntheworlddown]

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

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

[sugarpixie]

sugarpixie:

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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.

[angelprompts]

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?”

[oatmiruku]

🌞🌼A friendly reminder🌷🌈

[sugarpixie]

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

sugarpixie:

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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.❞

[plasticheartss]

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.

[sugarpixie]

sugarpixie:

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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?