- Just because I start another thread with someone playing the same character as you, doesn’t mean that I hate you, I’m getting annoyed by you, or I’m bored with you; I’m most likely in a different scene, and nothing I send you both will be the same.
- Just because I take a while to reply to you, but not others, doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you; My muse is picky, and I can only write what I’m drawn to. I want my replies to be well written and fun, not forced and horrible
- Just because I shorten a reply doesn’t mean I’m bored with the thread; I’m probably tired, thinking of something else to continue with, or giving you the chance to set up our next situation.
- Just because I drop a thread doesn’t mean I will never come back to start another; When I drop threads, I’m usually overwhelmed, without a muse for that particular piece, or bored with it, and I’ll ask to start another.
- Don’t assume because I’m picky/tired/museless, I’m not happy with you.
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Link was caught off guard by the sudden tug on the line that he went
face first into the muddy shallows, fishing pole flying out of his hand.“What- No- Wait-!” he couldn’t lose that! It was the best one he’d gotten! And it cost so many rupees!”
Quickly
he dived in to grab the handle to the pole, only to be tugged again.
This was no ordinary fish- It had to be something massive. That’s it. He
was going to have to get this thing the hard way, and get his
rod back. Link pulled out a small knife and dove under the water,
searching for the fish, only to find two fishing hooks around a…treasure
chest? He, pulled off the hooks and grabbed it and came up for air.
Maybe there would be some big amount of rupees in it??
Marie, hearing a splash, reflexively looked up towards the river, but saw nothing. However, she did notice that there was much less pull. She relaxed. Finally, she could reel it in for the Repairman, no problem…
Speaking of the Repairman, he was still rather dazed, but he had risen to a standing position, gently swaying.
“Thank you, please come again…”
Marie watched him with concern as she continued reeling, until the hook came out of the water. It was not only bereft of a toolbox, but it was also missing the magnet somehow. Frantically, she shook her brother back to consciousness.
“Ugh, not so hard,” the Repairman mumbled, his eyes blinking back to normal. They sprung to the size of dinner plates when he caught sight of the empty fishing rod.
“What hap–”
“I don’t know, I reeled and then it fell…” Marie tried to explain, before falling silent. She hoped to triumphantly hand him the toolbox, but no such luck.
The Repairman sighed, shaking his head.
“All right, let’s just try it again…” He gave her an encouraging smile. “Not your fault…”
Then he spied (he presumed) a Hylian in the river.
“Uh…Hello there!” he called out. “Did you see a red metal box in there?”
The chibi let out a small nervous giggle as she shook Marie’s blob of a hand.
“Nice to meet you too, Marie! Sorry about that. You two do look very similar though.
“Hey, Shinko! Who’s at the door?” came a female voice from inside.
Shinko let go of Marie’s hand to look back inside. “It’s Mr. Repairman and his sister Marie! They came to visit!”
Crystal
walked in view of the door, wearing a purple crop top and some dark
blue yoga pants. She was using a small towel to wipe off some
sweat. “Hey there! Weren’t really expecting company but… if you’d like
to stay for lunch, I’m sure Falcon made enough food for everyone,” she
noted with a small smile.
“Heh, no worries,” Marie giggled in return. “I guess we kinda do…”
Both blobs looked up to greet Crystal.
“Heh, sorry Crystal,” the Repairman said, rubbing the back of his head, “I wasn’t really expecting this either…“
“…But thank you so much!” Marie butted in, smiling. “I, for one, would love to stay for lunch! But, um, who’s Falcon?”
“A shadow demon,” the Repairman shrugged, after the initial startle.
Stars appeared in Marie’s eyes. First a diverse ensemble from a void, then ghosts, then a magical anonymous person, and now shadow demons?
“…This is the coolest job…”
What Blogs Are OC Friendly?
I just want to know so I’ll know it’s ok to ask to rp or whatever.
Medical, however, didn’t seem to mind this at all. She gave an
affectionate squeak, and settled into Marie’s arms, trying to look as
cute as possible. She then stuck her sparkly tongue out at Cat Slime
just to spite him once more.“Oh, stop it, you two,” Beep scolded
the two slimes. “We all love you both plenty. You shouldn’t even be
competing like this anyway.“Medical was about to give another
squeaky protest, until Bowyetta saw Mr. Sir and Susumu returning. “Oh!
Mr. Sir!” she called to him. “Is everything being okay?”
Cat Slime ignored Medical, instead turning back to Beepsumu, protesting that Medical started it. He stopped when he realized the Repairman was back, and so the pet hopped from the arms of one blob to another, squeaking happily.
The Repairman gently pet Cat Slime in return, patiently listening to him.
“…Yeah, I’m fine…Yes, Cat Slime, looks like she’s here to stay…Yeah? I’m glad you like her…”
Marie snickered.
“Wait, really? You call him Cat Slime?”
“Uh, yeah…” the inkblot replied, confused. Cat Slime let out a defensive squeak.
Marie took a closer look at the pet, and lightly stroked under his chin to get on his good side again.
“…Heh,” she finally remarked, “I guess that is a descriptive name.”
From the other side of the door came Shinko’s voice as she was running up.
“I got it, I got it!” Shinko told her guardians as she opened the door with a small gasp.
“Mr.
Repairman! You came b- uh oh…” She noticed the blinking light and
giggled nervously. “Um… did I… break the wall again somehow? Did my Toon
rifle break it somehow?”She glanced over to see Marie, looking innocently confused. “Um… are you Mrs. Repairman?”
“Eh…” the Repairman shrugged. “No clue. I just know it’s here. No worries, it’s another chance to visit.”
When Shinko asked Marie if she was “Mrs. Repairman,” both blobs shifted a small distance from each other. Marie’s bow seemed to stand up on end, while the Repairman shuddered.
“Eugh, NO!” they exclaimed, in unison.
“If anything, it’s be ‘Miss’ Repairman,” Marie piped up. The light semantics joke seemed to be enough to dissolve the issue immediately, and both relaxed.
“Shinko, this is Marie, my repla– my assist– my sister,” the Repairman finally managed. Marie’s bow visibly drooped, but she still smiled as she extended a hand to Shinko.
“Nice to meet ya!”
How do y’all eat your bananas?
1-5 anything else is gonna be baked or ice cream or smoothiefied1-6. 7 or 8 maybe if I had a strong craving. Anything past that is inedible unless mashed and used as an ingredient in something
Noah fence but 1-5 is unripe you ignorant fucks
1-5 is my fave (unripe bananas is my shit. fight me.) 5-7 is, like, ideal banana eatin time tho, and i’ll do up to like 11 or 12 if im hungy.
6-8
Black, White, and Purple
“ Well Osfala is this guy that is Elder
Sahasrahla’s apprentice and a descendant form the seven sages.” Shalbie said beginning to answer the repairman’s question.
“ He is the kind of guy that always wants to work alone as there is “No one better than him”
and stuff like that… Can’t say I’ve interacted much with them but you
two seem similar.” He added before he took a big gulp of his glass of
milk, finishing it. He then noticed the milk mustache on his new
friend and began to laugh. “ You look funny with that mustache on your
face!”
“Well, I only do that with the Wall, really…” the Repairman admitted. As he should; he was the Fourth Wall Repairman, not a Fourth Wall Repairman!
He chuckled as Shalbie laughed, taking another swig.
“Yeah, do you think it fits me?” he asked jokingly, not realizing his blank white eyes almost made it look like a small frown.
“Still not a shadow of the guy, by the way,” he said, cheerfully. “I think–”
He hiccuped.
“Hey, um, what kind of milk is this, anyway?”
Susumu’s eyes widened at the sight of the house. “Oh, wow!” She
exclaimed. “Gosh, you sure have a nice place for… Uh, whatever you are!”
She immediately plopped down on one of the couches, and the Denpa with
shades followed her.The red Denpa carefully sat down on one of the couches. “Well, yes, some water would be nice,” she remarked.
The
white-haired Denpa, however, was nervous even stepping in the door.
“Susumu!′ she scolded. “Keep your ears down! If that thing catches your
scent it might change its mind about eating us!”
From the kitchen, after the white-haired Denpa warned Susumu about him eating her, he squeaked something to the effect of “I heard that!”
Then he froze.
Wait. Susumu? He’d heard that before…
Hastily, he filled up several tiny glasses and carried a tray in his mouth, bringing it over to the Denpas. Once it was set down, he turned to the Denpas.
“Mi-mi-mu?” he asked, surprised to hear the mun’s name here.
He began to squeak questions at a mile a minute, barely letting them answer one before moving to the next.
“…Where’s this?” Marie asked, eyes looking all over.
“A friend’s place,” the Repairman replied, absently looking at each house they passed. His siren light was blinking, and he occasionally stole a glance at it before advancing further down the street.
She eyed his light as they moved. How did he know where the next break was…?
Finally, the Repairman turned towards a blue house, knocking on the door. He beckoned for his sister to come next to him as they waited.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 