019. — Bite my muse P to P (let them go feral ig)

"-!!!"

Well. That's not something he expected. This is what happens when you lower your defenses: someone is always there, ready to make your evening a little more painful!

   Tweek was an ordinary citizen, as ordinary as they came, anyway.  And it was hard to find other people like himself, other thinking beings who weren’t frenzied or sick or something.  Although, calling him ‘well’ required one to stretch the definition of the word a bit.

   When a voice emanated without any mouth movement, Tweek’s eyes darted about, seeking the source of it.  Not finding anything but hearing a faint cricket chirp, his skin began to crawl, ad he raked his nails over his arm, hoping to quiet the insects that had taken up residence in his veins.  He was losing it; he didn’t even know if that voice just now was real, even though it didn’t sound like any of his other ghosts.  Was it worth answering it?

   He shook his head, partially to the voice and partially to himself.  No, nobody could help him home, and no, it wasn’t worth answering.

[ cont ]

On the contrary, Venigni sounds... delighted? Maybe with a hint of tiredness. Clearly, he spent all the time usually dedicate to sleep to work on whatever he has in front of him - the cup of boiling coffee in a hand and the several empty ones on the table beside his latest inventions being enough of a proof.

Pulcinella should know better than letting him drink five in an evening, by know. He probably also knew that he couldn't do much to make him actually rest, if he didn't want to.

"I finally got it, my friend!"

Especially if he's so pumped! The free hand lands on P's shoulder, accompanying him to actually witness his genius.

"I wanted to work on something like this for quite a while!" he continues, showing off what seemed to be a completely normal Legion Arm. Nothing fancy nor new at first sight, if not for some holes surrounding it.

"A Legion Arm that can use different attacks! Like when you use different abrasives!" he takes a swing to the coffee cup then, letting it join its empty comrades to pick his latest invention up, pointing at the holes "You can put items in here... like one of your thermites, and you should be able to pack a firey punch!"

Scratch that. He sounds positively out of his mind. Hopefully it's because of the joy of finishing a project and not a side effect of insomnia.

⚔ from P to P (if you're good with dupes!), might be fun

Why did this bother him?

He should be used to see his own face staring back at him. Granted, it's not like he saw it often -- he'd much rather avoid looking at the portrait in his father's room, so similar yet so different from him -- and yet there's something in the other raising his weapon and inciting him to attack that just... bothers him.

Maybe it's because those are his own eyes.

The other puppet lifted his sword, and Pinocchio rushes to make their blades meet.

[ munday asks ; ACCEPTING ]

2. do you RP anywhere else, other than tumblr?

[ mostly in discord servers or w tabletop RPGs, especially heavily homebrew'd DND 5e. my CoC rulebook is getting dusty but someday my love SOMEDAY--

other than that, i used to rp on forums, via mail, facebook, ask.fm and. (looks left. looks right) imvu...... ]

19. do you have ship bias?

[ lmao a little bit!!!! i never put shipping before anything else, nor shipping my own ships - most of the time, i go with the flow and prefer chemistry even when it comes to characters i actively ship with, since everyone has very distinct and different hcs of course i'll always try to test the waters for ships i actually enjoy tho teehe ]

29. what are your honest thought about your muse’s canon?

[ compared to other rpcs i play in, i don't really have big complaints when it comes to the canon stuff of the fandom i play here. there are some jokes and plotpoints that aged VERY poorly in wakfu and scp, and god knows i would've done without the gross age gap of the ship mercedes odinsphere is involved with, but with a bit of tweaking and headcanonings everything is fixable

The puppet flops down onto one of the chairs in Venigni's workshop at the Hotel. He's visibly upset, as shown by the clear pout on his face. P extends his hand towards the man, handing him his legion - broken and detached. It wouldn't be fair to blame Venigni for everything going on but at the same time... Those were his inventions. So okay, maybe he is just a little fussy. "The Grand Exhibition." he says, enough of an explanation.

"Oh.

Oh dear."

Venigni let out a soft sigh as he carefully put Legion in his arms, with the same softness he could use to pick up a toddler. It was... bad. He hardly saw one of the puppet's mechanical arms reduced in such a state, so he could just imagine what he went through!

"Ah, yes... I should've expected that. My beautiful exhibition, the symbol of progress and a new era, turned into a torture chamber! Although--"

Just as the arm is left on the worktable, his imagination started to move with the speed of a thousand horses.

"I wonder how they managed to become giant weapons! Of course, some guards do have swords, but the Industrial Puppets were just made to help cleaning and fixing the streets! Oh, wonder how they managed to turn a broom into something so dangerous-- or maybe they made their own weapons! And the unicycle puppets, I'm certain they found something to throw and--"

... ...hey, Venigni. You can overthink about this later. You're sounding a little too excited.

funny outfits [ ACCEPTING ]