The resident balloon master is back in action!

*Record scratch*

*Freeze frame*

“Yep, dat’s me. Yer prob’ly wonderin’ how I got into dis sitchiation, right? Well look no further dan dat ask box right up dere! It’s been gettin’ too borin’ in da Studio, a li’l bit o’company’s jus’ what dis demon needs~!”

“Hellooooooo!! The Great Squashini, at your service! I bet you’ve seen me from my show-!

You haven’t? Well that’s ok! I’d love to get to know you all!! And by ‘reblogging’ this, you can do that!! I’m always open to meeting new people!”

1. OTP(s) for your muse?

2. NOTP(s) for your muse?

3. Which canon muse(s) do you currently ship with?

4. Are you oc shipping friendly?

5. Do you currently have any oc ships?

6. Do you have an OT3 for your muse? Are you open to polyshipping?

7. Is your muse difficult to ship with?

8. Does your muse get jealous easily?

9. Are you multiship?

10. A ship in your fandom you love (that does not include your muse)?

11. A ship in your fandom that you dislike (that does not include your muse)?

12.Do you believe rp’ing a ship adds to character development?

13. Do you get jealous of your partners other ships?

14. How many ships is too many?

Since these tend to fly around faster; Feel free to like/reblog if you’d like to interact with a tall, long legged, unnaturally short armed guy just trying to beat his ancestor at a board game to win back his mind- or perhaps the same guy, but before all that!

If you’re still reading and even the slightest bit interested, the guy you’re looking for is none other than Fred Bonaparte, the direct loser descendant of Napoleon Bonaparte— from a lovely game called “Psychonauts”!

Ask || About || Rules || Mun 

“Well, it would appear I’ve found a place even madder than Wonderland. Feel free to spread this around, I wouldn’t want my arrival to go to waste, now would I?”

Promo for an indie sideblog for the Cheshire cat from Tim Burton’s rendition of Alice in Wonderland. Please read about pages before interaction! Personal blogs please don’t reblog this post, however other rp blogs are highly encouraged to!

“WHAT’S UP FUCKS! Here we are in this hellhole of a site, a few reblogs here and there on this ol promo would do wonders for giving this thing a good start. So hop to it!”

((Promo for an indie Ribby & Croaks rp and ask sideblog. Mun Melty runs two other blogs by the names of @bepis-the-blown and @melty-8ball so activity might be a little low. Reblog if you can!!!

LIKE/REPLY/REBLOG THIS POST IF YOU WOULD BE INTERESTED IN ME MAKING A RIBBY AND CROAKS ASK/RP BLOG. 10 NOTES AND I’LL MAKE IT

I really lost muse for a while there. Motivation and muse. I think this event kinda sapped me so I needed a little chill time. 

And speaking of that event, I think it’s as good as over now. Of course the threads I have will still be going so long as the other muns are willing, but Goops got back to his kids, he’s fixed up and back with his boss. There’s probably still a few more apologies he needs to dish out but those can wait for when he runs into everyone. And Mango’s sorted out his door and got back to the casino. He’ll still be keeping in touch with Beppi of course, but little does he know that the clown has plans to get this tiny little gay billiard with his goopy mess of an employee. As for Beppi himself, a few money issues won’t keep him deflated for long! The clown’s got his pep back in his step and ready for action!!

SO! Mango and Goops are back at the casino, work as usual, trying to deal with every cheater and drunk that comes their way. Life is as normal as it can be for a dammed soul and his idiotic brawler of a bodyguard. Beppi is working as best as he can be. Mun Melty is back and ready for action/threads. Feel free to send some in or contact me for a plot! And in the meantime, I’ll go ahead and reblog some memes. 

THANKS TO ALL OF YOU FOR WAITING FOR ME, I DON’T DESERVE FOLLOWERS LIKE YOU!

EVENT END.))

(( @makin-bets Hi babs >U>))

“Now ain’t a good time, Cups… Ain’t you got butterflies to catch or somethin’..?”

The usually happy clown, now downtrodden and slouching on the picnic bench, almost looked as though he was glaring at the kid. He wasn’t of course, he could never do that to a kid…

A small, sad smile appeared on the cups lips. Cool, the clown accepted his help! “Yeah! Of course dude, i love havin’ conversations with ya.” Cuphead softly says with knitted eyebrows, immediately sitting down besides the red and white clown.

His eyes began to travel around Beppi’s expression as he talked. Taking in every single detail the clown held. God, he looked so… Deflated, empty, tired. It hurt to see the usually happy go lucky clown like this, but Cuphead knew that people couldn’t always be happy go lucky all of the time.

“Oh- Yah, for sure, i can do that.” He nods affirmatively. Better make a mental note not to let anything slip up.. “And well, it’s yer choice Beps, ya tell me whatever ya want.” He puts a reassuring hand on Beppi’s back, as if trying to give some sort of message.

Now, one would have expected Beppi would have perked up when Cuphead had sat down, after all, the kid was great for cheering him up!

But in fact, the complete opposite happened. The clown’s arms were crossed on the table, his head rested on top of them and his face obscured from vision. The only thing that would have let Cuphead know he wasn’t crying was the fact that his shoulders weren’t shaking; in fact he wasn’t moving at all. He was just so tired.

He was so tired of having to be the happy one all the time…

But he had to be, his business depended on it! And it was a fun place to work! Well… Most of the time… When he actually had the money to run the place…

What he wouldn’t give for Dice to be here right now. He just wanted to cry.

“M’sorry ya gotta get dragged into this, Cups… I wish nothin’ was wrong, y’already helped me’n now I jus’ feel bad…

The cup began to rub Beppi’s back, trying to comfort the clown as he spoke. Cuphead’s face was painted in nothing but concern. Gosh, he looked real tired, too. 

But after a few seconds, the clown had pulled himself up and turned his head to look up at the concerned teen. He really, really didn’t want to worry him with this, but... Well, Cups was mature enough to understand what he meant, and he could always just be vague if he didn’t want to go into detail. 

“I’ll give ya the short version, ya can ask fer more if ya don’t get it...”

Straightening up with a comical crack of the spine he didn’t have, Beppi began listing off his fingers. “Carnie’s been steadily goin’ bankrupt ever since the Devil wasn’t contractually obligated t’give me the funds fer it, an’ now people keep bringin’ it up, had a load of patrons try’na glitch out the ferris wheel controls, an’ to make matters worse..?”

Right, this was about to get confusing.

“A friend of mine got attacked by a guy I know who didn’t really have control over ‘imself, an’ he ended up attackin’ some guy the friend knew before things got sorted out fer ‘im. So she attacked ‘im back an’ now he’s covered in all these cuts? An’ now one o’ my partners who knows an’ likes the guy’s gone off to attack the girl. It’s confusin’ an’ there’s too much fightin’! That ain’t how ya-!

“IT’S A DATE!”

She came off way too strong for that one. Wow. Seems she was just really excited to see the cup again! After everything going on at the Carnival, it would be nice to wind down with a movie.

“Anything cheesy, poorly bad, and hilarious! Like a bad horror movie or rom com! I got the idea from an anon! I like it will be very fun, don’t you think?”

While talking, she’d already began to close up her stall. With the sign visible and her vendor cap hung neatly on the edge of the stall, Francine happily squeezed her girlfriend’s hand in her own and hopped down onto the ground. She was so stoked for this! Finally some quality time with-