You support Villainous muses who AREand always WILL be Evil.
(I feel like I need to make this. I will NEVER Redeem my villainous muse and if I do, It will be because of a very strict set of circumstances strung along in an RP thread.)
Marie rubbed the side of her head, getting up off the Repairman.
“…Wha…what was that about? Why were you trying to hold me…?”
The Repairman got up, smoothing himself out.
“You don’t remember? I spent the last week taking care of you…”
“Come on, now, Repairman. What happened?”
“…What do you remember…?”
“…Well, something about a magic floating bucket…that’s about it.”
The Repairman was about to speak, but thought better of it. She still wouldn’t believe him without proof. Instead he went over to Cat Slime, who was putting the last few pictures into a normal-sized album. Being six inches tall, it was no small feat to work without damaging any of the photos.
“Hey, Cat Slime, can I see that?”
Cat Slime squeaked, happy the Repairman was interested in his photography.
He went back to Marie, who was mumbling to herself about forgetting the entire past week, and the two of them looked through the album together. It was full of many, many pictures of a baby Marie, being held by the Repairman, playing with Cat Slime, them interacting with others, Marie playing meticulously with blocks…
“Yeah, the dust from that bucket turned you into a baby. Anon magic, I think.”
Marie flushed, eyes darting across the pages.
“Y-you mean…?“
The Repairman noticed her shaking, and gently plucked the scissors from her hand.
“Yeah, but really, most people we talk to know about Anon Magic, so they understood. Don’t worry about it, okay?”
Marie looked her brother straight in the eye.
“Fine. But the thing stays hidden. Got it?”
The Repairman sighed.
“Fine. It’ll be with Cat Slime, okay?”
Cat Slime, for his part, took the album and left to hide it deep in his house.
“Right,” the Repairman said, “that’s that. Back to work?”
“Back to work!”
They left, but Marie briefly hurried back to pick up the book that was on the ground. The Little Octopus in the Little Cove. She smiled as she looked at the cover, as if she saw an old friend. Huh. It was only a moment until she packed the book away in her hammerspace, but she wondered if it was a sense of nostalgia. An odd sensation when you were drawn less than a year ago.
Please keep in mind that, however hard my muse may argue something or however confidently they make a statement, they can be wrong. It’s my muse’s opinion, and my muse talking, and their perception is skewed. Do not feel like everything out of my character’s mouth is the truth, or that I’m godmodding.
A small PSA that if a starter I write for you doesn’t work for whatever reason, you are absolutely welcome to ask for something different without having to worry about upsetting or offending me. I understand that sometimes you can’t find inspiration from a certain scenario, and that’s fine! I’m always more than happy to rewrite it for you, or even plot out a little more if need be to make sure its something you can work with!
tl;dr : you’ll never offend me by asking for a different starter.
People should reblog this if they are okay with receiving ask memes from people they’ve never rped with before. Mutual or not.
[[Well, looks like the Repairman’s being more able to take care of his baby sister! Also, never mind the Cat Slime that’s been taking pictures the whole time.
The Repairman still had to take care of a baby Marie, and Cat Slime was still there with a Polaroid camera. The Repairman gently rocked Marie back and forth, feeding her formula from a bottle. It was, thankfully, in the Baby TV district of Toontown, so it was a calmer, friendlier place.
And then he heard a voice that wasn’t soothing, or a baby. In fact, it sounded like an issue. He headed over to find the source of the voice before she could disturb any of the Toon infants here. The last thing anyone needed was a chain reaction…
“Hello,” he called out, softly as he could, “I’m here. Please keep it down, there are kids sleeping.”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 