Just a sniggle who can't snozzle when there's all this FUN to be had!!
Consider this the humble hub for all the shenanigans I (and my fellow sniggles) get up to!!
About Meeeeee (Petey Pan Piper!)
Assistant Coordinator of T.T.T. (Ted Torment & Torture)
Collector of fun mugs
Never turns down a good hot chocolate!
Acrobat & Contortionist (& Tap-Dancer)
Here for an absolutely Tinky-tastic time!
(P.S. - Folks say I've got an uncanny resemblance to some other fella, and I think that's a buncha baloney!)
[OOC, Extra Info, and More! Below The Cut]
I'm Kursed! ( @kursed-curtain ) - they/them or dude/bro/guy pronouns, and this is the updated introduction post! This will have relatively the same information as the other one, just organized differently!
Context:
Petey Pan Piper is based off the HC that sniggles are the result of any timeline's respective character dying, then being brought back as a sniggle under a specific Lord In Black.
Petey is a Peter Spankoffski from an alternate NPMD timeline where the bullet successfully kills him during the sacrifice. Rubato and Snitchie are from that same timeline.
Ask Guidelines:
Asks can be addressed to anyone on the blog! Please say who you're talking to in your ask just to make it clear - otherwise I'll usually assume you're talking to Petey or anyone who has recently talked.
Nothing's too off-limits - all of them can handle suggestive content, and absolutely ask about blood and death - so feel free to send asks of all sorts, including RP starters, M!A, and other interactions :))
(M!A in particular will not work every time, I work off of Rule of Cool and whatever would be either funny or fitting within reasonable parameters.)
I do have the ability to not answer asks that I don't want to. Perhaps they may not fit the current storyline, maybe I can't think of how to respond, but overall I don't answer every question. Feel free to send a ton of asks though!! Maybe one of those many asks will make it through!
Blog Format!
[ I tend to talk OOC in the tags! Sometimes I forget my brackets lol so just assume things in the tags are probably OOC, lol ]
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Actions and non-dialogue text are written in italics.
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Petey talks in normal font! This is his blog after all! Loves using emoticons :P
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Snitchie talks in chat font. Rarely, though still sometimes, uses bird emoticons ÷>
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Rutho only speaks through 🎼🎶🎵🎶 ! {Translation is in small text, right after the message}
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Stephanie posts on her 'Blog' and has responses that start with her Tumblr URL! She's also the only one who uses any other emoji 😉
"She also talks with quotations around her text when she's in-person!"
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TINKY TALKS IN BIGGER FONT THAN EVERYONE ELSE.
Colored text is for aesthetics, emphasis, and often to hint who he is talking about.
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( Macadamia let out a small chatter, that of the likes of laughter. He's more pleased to know that someone could respect him regardless of small stature. )
Sorry, sorry! Bein' thrown around doesn't sound so bad! Jus' as long as you don't squeeze me.
( Macadamia paused to think while dragging a paper cup out from his stash, scrambling to a rundown kettle and a waterbottle he put together for making drinks. Lot of dedication for a tiny fella. But they momentarily stopped moving because individuals typically never ask questions to him. Regardless, he still fixed up that cup of hot cocoa. )
Umm... yah, I do! I actually usually live in one! Unlike that sow who burries in the dirt all the time...
It's fun! It can be pretty exhausting though when birds 'r tryna get you for lunch.
( A fresh cup of hot chocolate is held up to Petey to take. )
A face unfurls from the darkness, a face for the glasses.
Gee whiz, dontcha know it's ruuuude to take someone's specs?
Then from the neck down, the rest of their invisibility uncloaks, like a ribbon unspooling. They throw out their arms, and the sound of a party favor plays from who-knows-where.
The face that stares at her is a face she knows. Cruelly altered, yes, but still familiar. God, she hasn't seen her little brother in... how long? She's forgotten how long it's been. Gail almost laughs.
Gail's eyes widen. Her eyes drift to the feathers on his arms, those goatlike ears, and the strange antennae. She searches her thoughts, asks for answers. In a flash, she sees what happened to this thing that is not her brother.
Petey grins, fanged teeth making a sharpened smile. They aggressively shake Gail's hand, or more like shaking her entire arm, like swinging around a jump rope.
He flings backwards with a momentum that might knock Gail backwards, Abso-wonder-lutely wonderful-fluous to meet you, Gail!
OOH, want a hot chocolate? He digs into his pant pockets, strangely elastic for being tight khakis, and pulls out a mug - one that reads "It's 5 'o clock all the time!"
Gail finally manages to extract herself from this nightmare of a handshake. She looks at the mug and takes it, gingerly. She brings it to her lips and pretends to drink it.
Gail's gaze softens--something that rarely happens these days. She knows she shouldn't hate this thing. What Tinky did to him was not his fault. Still, she is repulsed.
She would have comforted him, if she were still the sister Pete would have remembered. But she is not, and he certainly isn't the brother she remembers.
Feeling a sickly feeling in her stomach, she turns and walks away.
A face unfurls from the darkness, a face for the glasses.
Gee whiz, dontcha know it's ruuuude to take someone's specs?
Then from the neck down, the rest of their invisibility uncloaks, like a ribbon unspooling. They throw out their arms, and the sound of a party favor plays from who-knows-where.
The face that stares at her is a face she knows. Cruelly altered, yes, but still familiar. God, she hasn't seen her little brother in... how long? She's forgotten how long it's been. Gail almost laughs.
Gail's eyes widen. Her eyes drift to the feathers on his arms, those goatlike ears, and the strange antennae. She searches her thoughts, asks for answers. In a flash, she sees what happened to this thing that is not her brother.
Petey grins, fanged teeth making a sharpened smile. They aggressively shake Gail's hand, or more like shaking her entire arm, like swinging around a jump rope.
He flings backwards with a momentum that might knock Gail backwards, Abso-wonder-lutely wonderful-fluous to meet you, Gail!
OOH, want a hot chocolate? He digs into his pant pockets, strangely elastic for being tight khakis, and pulls out a mug - one that reads "It's 5 'o clock all the time!"
Gail finally manages to extract herself from this nightmare of a handshake. She looks at the mug and takes it, gingerly. She brings it to her lips and pretends to drink it.
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A face unfurls from the darkness, a face for the glasses.
Gee whiz, dontcha know it's ruuuude to take someone's specs?
Then from the neck down, the rest of their invisibility uncloaks, like a ribbon unspooling. They throw out their arms, and the sound of a party favor plays from who-knows-where.
The face that stares at her is a face she knows. Cruelly altered, yes, but still familiar. God, she hasn't seen her little brother in... how long? She's forgotten how long it's been. Gail almost laughs.
Gail's eyes widen. Her eyes drift to the feathers on his arms, those goatlike ears, and the strange antennae. She searches her thoughts, asks for answers. In a flash, she sees what happened to this thing that is not her brother.
Petey grins, fanged teeth making a sharpened smile. They aggressively shake Gail's hand, or more like shaking her entire arm, like swinging around a jump rope.
He flings backwards with a momentum that might knock Gail backwards, Abso-wonder-lutely wonderful-fluous to meet you, Gail!
OOH, want a hot chocolate? He digs into his pant pockets, strangely elastic for being tight khakis, and pulls out a mug - one that reads "It's 5 'o clock all the time!"
Gail finally manages to extract herself from this nightmare of a handshake. She looks at the mug and takes it, gingerly. She brings it to her lips and pretends to drink it.
A face unfurls from the darkness, a face for the glasses.
Gee whiz, dontcha know it's ruuuude to take someone's specs?
Then from the neck down, the rest of their invisibility uncloaks, like a ribbon unspooling. They throw out their arms, and the sound of a party favor plays from who-knows-where.
The face that stares at her is a face she knows. Cruelly altered, yes, but still familiar. God, she hasn't seen her little brother in... how long? She's forgotten how long it's been. Gail almost laughs.
Gail's eyes widen. Her eyes drift to the feathers on his arms, those goatlike ears, and the strange antennae. She searches her thoughts, asks for answers. In a flash, she sees what happened to this thing that is not her brother.
Petey grins, fanged teeth making a sharpened smile. They aggressively shake Gail's hand, or more like shaking her entire arm, like swinging around a jump rope.
He flings backwards with a momentum that might knock Gail backwards, Abso-wonder-lutely wonderful-fluous to meet you, Gail!
OOH, want a hot chocolate? He digs into his pant pockets, strangely elastic for being tight khakis, and pulls out a mug - one that reads "It's 5 'o clock all the time!"
A face unfurls from the darkness, a face for the glasses.
Gee whiz, dontcha know it's ruuuude to take someone's specs?
Then from the neck down, the rest of their invisibility uncloaks, like a ribbon unspooling. They throw out their arms, and the sound of a party favor plays from who-knows-where.
The face that stares at her is a face she knows. Cruelly altered, yes, but still familiar. God, she hasn't seen her little brother in... how long? She's forgotten how long it's been. Gail almost laughs.
Gail's eyes widen. Her eyes drift to the feathers on his arms, those goatlike ears, and the strange antennae. She searches her thoughts, asks for answers. In a flash, she sees what happened to this thing that is not her brother.
A face unfurls from the darkness, a face for the glasses.
Gee whiz, dontcha know it's ruuuude to take someone's specs?
Then from the neck down, the rest of their invisibility uncloaks, like a ribbon unspooling. They throw out their arms, and the sound of a party favor plays from who-knows-where.
The face that stares at her is a face she knows. Cruelly altered, yes, but still familiar. God, she hasn't seen her little brother in... how long? She's forgotten how long it's been. Gail almost laughs.
A face unfurls from the darkness, a face for the glasses.
Gee whiz, dontcha know it's ruuuude to take someone's specs?
Then from the neck down, the rest of their invisibility uncloaks, like a ribbon unspooling. They throw out their arms, and the sound of a party favor plays from who-knows-where.
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