A…MANICURE?

The puzzlement of the Frenchman had now overtaken whatever he had been feeling before as he stared very VERY hard at the two…

Things? In front of him.

This was it. This is how it was going to be from now on? He was crazy, he had to be because this made no sense whatsoever as he hesitantly holstered the gun back to his side.

“What the hell do you mean? What is a ‘toon’?”

Something that his mind made up without him being able to comprehend? That made no sense – but then again, did it have to if he was now crazy?

“That’s it, easy now…”

The Repairman slowly approached, pulling a nail file out of his hammerspace.

“What are you doing?!” Marie hissed frantically.

“…Gotta keep going with this,” he whispered back. “I don’t want him drawing that gun back on us…”

He turned back to the…human?… and gave a false smile.

“Well, Toons…are…well, it’s short for carTOON characters. Yeah…”

The Wall seemed fine, thankfully…

“Look, just stick your hand out and we can get started…”

Hopefully, they could just file his nails a little bit, put them in water, and sneak away.

“W-what you are-”

Bowyetta was horrified when she realized what
he was talking about. “M-Mr. Sir!” She screeched! “That is not much
being necessary! No… Bowyetta is knowing what must being done.” She
reached into her hair, producing some sort of spray bottle and a cloth,
and walked over to the shadow.

The shadow, however, didn’t notice Bowyetta, until she started spraying her and rubbing her with the cloth. “What you are-”

“You
are not needing to be saying of anything,” Bowyetta said rather softly.
“Bowyetta… Is understanding how you are feeling. We are not truly
wanting to be back with Smithy, are we? We are just want to be accepted
by someone. But we are not needing to be doing something so
extreme.” She then looked over at Mr. Sir, her eyes signaling that she
wanted his help.

“Aww.”

The Repairman looked disappointed, but he pocketed the drill anyway.

He watched, and one could almost see his nonexistent jaw hit the floor as Bowyetta began to…clean that cannibalistic thing?

“…What the…?” he managed, before he got the message.

Rooting through his stuff, he found a firehose. It was tempting to blast that monster into next week, but Bowyetta apparently wasn’t having that. Oh, well.

He dug a shower head out and stuck it on the end of the hose with a satisfying thunk! That would turn the forceful water into a more refreshing experience, to be sure.

He held the shower head up to the shadow, and turned the water on. Hopefully, this would help get the gunk off faster.

Black, White, and Purple

“Ink? Friend someone is trying playing a prank on you, there doesn’t
exist such thing as talking ink here on Hyrule.” Shalbie said before
he took a second sip form his glass of milk. “ Well I’ve never met
any and look I might not be a black sentient blob now but in the
past i actually was a sentient dark purple blob…” He commented as the
urge to study the repairman closely appeared.

“ Wait a minute your
eyes aren’t glowing and you are pitch black, I’ve never been
completely black and my eyes have always been this bright glowing
pink…” Shalbie said as he began to remember his own blob-like stage and
how his and the repairman’s didn’t seem to be alike. “This could only
mean one thing…. Your Light counterpart has got to have had more and
bigger negative emotions when you where created! That’s why you and I
are so different!”

“No, no, I’m not from–”

Ah, Shalbie was taking a closer look. Now he’d wise up and realize–Nope. Still convinced he’s a shadow.

The inkblot sighed. This was going to be a pain, wasn’t it?

“Okay, fine,” he said, resting his forehead on his hand, “If I’m a shadow, who’s my Light counterpart? I’m ink, I tell you!”

[[Continued from: http://alinkbetweenportraits.tumblr.com/post/163853285701/askthefwrp-askthegreenguys]]

“Um…”

The Repairman, of course, was not at all used to talking to muns. What was worse, he didn’t understand half the jargon Clara said. It didn’t sound good, though…

“O…kay…erm…”

He looked at the food, and suddenly wasn’t hungry. But if it meant whatever that totally normal and not fourth-wall-breaking voice was saying didn’t happen, he’d do it.

…After he fixed the new crack in the wall, of course. He set his fork down and picked up a paint roller, which was already slathered in cement, and moved over to the Wall. He would be quick, sure, but would he be quick enough?

Nightmare for Cat Slime: Cat Slime tried to climb back into his toolbox, only to find his stuff gone and replace with new things. Rep pulled him back by his ‘scruff’, “where do you think you’re going? This isn’t your home anymore. I don’t want you.” Rep gave a whistle and from around a corner came a brand new Dog Slime. “I don’t care where you go, but there’s only room for one slime here.” Rep said, shooing Cat Slime away while hugging Dog Slime

Cat Slime shot up in a cold sweat (which, for a slime, just meant he was a little drippy). Frantically, he looked around.

To his relief, it was the same room he fell asleep in. As he moved out to make sure the pet-house was still in the same toolbox, the motion-sensitive lights came on.

Yup. Same stuff as always, piled up outside his front door. Still, there was a feeling of restlessness Cat Slime just couldn’t shake off. He climbed several books, a “Form Baton”, a broken microphone, and a can of weed spray before finally making it to the lid. Ever-so-quietly, he peeked outside.

It was still dark, in what looked like a pencil-drawn world. The grassy hills stretched out as far as the eyes could see, and the enormous crescent moon hung high in the sky.

The Repairman was here, working as always. He seemed to be moving slower, though, and occasionally he began to slump over. He always managed to jerk back up and fix a little more of the Wall, though. Meanwhile, a large dangling arm and snoring told Cat Slime that Marie was on the shelf above, hopefully having a better time sleeping.

Hesitantly, Cat Slime let out a quiet squeak.

“mm…Hmm?” The Repairman grunted, turning around. He was looking quite tired, with extra lines hanging just under his eyes. He brightened up a little, if only from surprise, when he saw Cat Slime.

“…Hey, what are you doing up?”

Cat Slime could honestly ask the Repairman the same thing. But, that could wait. He squeaked, haltingly.

“…What? No, I’ve…” the inkblot yawned, “…Of course I still want you here!”

Cat Slime let out three short squeaks.

“…Replace you with a Dog Slime?” the Repairman echoed, incredulously. “No! I haven’t planned anything like that! If I did get another slime, I’d just put them in your guest bedroom! You’d be fine with that, righ–”

Then he realized just why Cat Slime was so worried.

“…You’ve been eating cranberry sauce again, haven’t you?” he asked, hands where his hips would be.

Cat Slime looked guiltily to the left, and after a moment, he squeaked and nodded.

“Come on, you know that stuff gives you nightmares! Why’d you have to…”

He trailed off, and his demeanor softened as he noticed Cat Slime was sniffling and about to cry. He sighed.

“I’m sorry, I just…I want you to be okay.”

He reached into his toolbox and scooped Cat Slime out.

“I’d never replace you,” he whispered, holding his pet in a tight embrace. Cat Slime rubbed his face against the Repairman affectionately in return, squeakily crying as he did so.

The Repairman looked at him, and thought a moment.

“…You want me to hold on to you tonight?” he asked, softly.

After an affirmative squeak, the Repairman got back to work, slime in one hand, stapler in the other. At least one of them would, in the morning, be secure in the knowledge that they wouldn’t be replaced.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Marie! Nice to meet a fellow assistant!”

Winnie
wasn’t too sure what a ‘Fourth Wall Repairman’ was, but she just
brushed it off and reached out to give a handshake. Well, she would’ve,
if if wasn’t for thee aforementioned noises.

“Uh… not too often, at least.”

Marie gulped.

“…Well, hopefully it’ll just pass, and–”

CLANGCLANGCLANGCLANG

“ACK!” she cried out, leaping into Winnie’s arms. She had precious little in her hammerspace, and she doubted her bow would protect her. She looked down at the floor, anticipating whatever this approaching thing was.

Meanwhile, the Repairman was dangling hundreds of feet in the air on a pair of large horseshoe magnets. He looked up at the stretch of pipe he still had to climb.

“…stupid, stupid,” he muttered, sweating. “…Tell her to go over there…in a strange lab…might as well HAND her to these guys…”

He redoubled his efforts, determined to get to Marie before any scalpel does.

Bowyetta nodded. “Is because Bowyetta is very much caring about you,
Mr. Sir,” she stated. “And Bowyetta is much glad you are liking of the
soup. Much apologies, but she was not having the time to be making the
noodles herself. Please to be understanding.”

She finished her
soup rather quickly, and sat watching Mr. Sir, waiting for him to
finish. As she went to lead him down the stairs, she continued talking.
“Actually, Mr. Sir, what you are saying we are watching of a movie
tonight? The Tippy The Gem Stars special Star Fake Revolution is coming on soon. Bowyetta is much wanting to be watching of it.”

But
once she made it to the bottom of the stairs, Bowyetta was stopped by
Beepsumu. “Bowyetta! Where’s Mr. Sir? What’s going on with you two?”

“Oh, of course, of course…” replied the Repairman, as he finished the soup off a few minutes after Bowyetta did.

“…A movie, huh?”

Well, not like he had much else to do.

“Sure! I think that’d be–”

He stopped behind Bowyetta, practically turning white as a ghost. He hastily put his hat on over his defunct siren light. He hoped he could hide the truth from Beepsumu, but doubted very much that it would happen.

“Oh…erm…everything’s fine! Just, uh…thought I’d stay here for a bit. Life’s been a little rough lately…Thank you both so, so much for taking care of Cat Slime…”

“…Could you read it again?”

princess-of-eldin:

(( Greetings! 🙂 ))

“… Again?” Anita glanced over the rim of the book she had been about to close. She thought for a moment, a hint of a smile playing at the edge of her lips. “Well… I suppose once more could not really hurt anything, could it?” She smiled fully, before turning the pages of the book back to the start. Anita was pleased they enjoyed the story as much as she did; and she was more than happy to read it over again.

[[Hi! Glad to finally interact!]]

Both the Repairman and Marie seemed to ask it simultaneously. The Repairman didn’t even notice that he stopped working on the Wall and started to recline on his tool cart. Marie, however, noticed, and saw an opportunity to show what she could do to help her older brother. Quietly, she grabbed a trowel and crept up to the half-fixed crack. That wonderful story would make for excellent background noise, and maybe she’d understand a few…weird…parts of it that didn’t make sense the first time…

atomiism:

here’s a psa

to remind people that tumblr is actually the absolute fucking worst & & i feel like i have to explain myself a bit when it comes to things like this, usually because it makes me anxious that people will assume or misinterpret. so, i’d just like to remind people that:

tumblr eats asks & & submits of all sorts

tumblr eats even messages sent through tumblr im

tumblr eats notifications day & & night

tumblr eats tags & & posts & & queue & & drafts no matter how many times you beg it not to

tumblr eats absolutely everything

so if i send you repeats of the same asks, memes or messages, sometimes it’s because i’m afraid tumblr ate them in the first place & & you never got them. if i message you asking you if you got my previous message it’s not a bitchy omg why aren’t you answering me it’s legit because i’m worried tumbr ate my message. if i never respond to that starter or that reply or some other thing you tagged me in, sometimes it’s because i never got the notification. if i send you a link with a starter i wrote or notify you that i wrote you something or replied to something or tagged you in something like the day of, it’s not because i’m chasing after you for activity, it’s because i’m worried you never got the notification.

i’m writing this because i want to keep people from thinking that i’m hounding you or trying to make you pay attention to me by spamming you or some other really annoying reason that makes me out into a super creepy stalker, i swear, it’s only because i’ve had this happen to me multiple times on both ends. i just worry a lot & & i know many others do, so here’s a psa to dispel some of those notions & & make roleplaying a bit more understandable in light of tumblr glitches ! !