Mun: 0
Muse: 1
“…I should be grateful I don’t have to drink for each time…”
[[Heh, I can’t even remember the last time I nailed something to a wall…Besides, I tend to be careful with hammers…even if my aim isn’t the best, I don’t hit anyone.]]
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“I Never…”: Munday Meme Edition
A classic drinking game turned into a meme and a fun way to get to know your followers. Send in a
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and admit something to the mun you have or haven’t done. This can be about anything, from RPing, real life, personal interest, serious questions, even something silly. If the mun and muse has done the thing, they add a point to the shot counter. See who reaches ten points first as hilarity unfolds along the way!
Shot Counter
Mun = 0
Muse = 0
Listen.
Sometimes I don’t want to rp.
Sometimes I only want to rp selectively because a certain thread intrigues me at a time.
It’s not me being a bitch.
It’s me being the average human that has interests and moods.
CAN YOU LIKE OR REBLOG THIS IF YOU ARE A SAFE SPACE FOR MUSLIM ROLEPLAYERS?
YOU WILL BE ADDED TO A MASTERLIST TO MAKE THIS COMMUNITY A SAFER PLACE FOR US.
Black, White, and Purple
“Maybe they will, you never know how things interact with us
shadows.” Shalbie said as he took the things the repairman gave him and
absorbed them into his shadowy self. “I mean you know how we are
not entirely solid right , I mean how solid we are really depends a lot
on our light world counterpart.” Shalbie added perhaps trying to teach
the new shadow a thing on how to keep a more stable form.“You
see we shadows are like a manifestation of the sorrows, insecurities,
negative thoughts, and other stuff form our light world counters so
the more they have of those, the more solid we are I guess. I mean
you’d be surprised by how little information there is about our kind in
this land.” He said before he took a sip of his glass of milk. “
Luckily for you I’m here and I’m willing to teach you everything i know
about our kind.”
“Ohhh…” the Repairman nodded. That made sense, actually. Even if he was…less than solid for a different reason, it was surprisingly interesting to learn about shadows.
“Oh, wow! Yeah, that kinda surprises me; this is pretty neat!”
He took a decent swig of milk before continuing. His face turned more serious as he looked at his companion with concern.
“Um…you do know I’m not a shadow, right? I’m just ink…”
He didn’t want to burst Shalbie’s bubble, but he sadly felt he had to before Shalbie tried (and failed) to make a shadow out of him.
{ @askthefwrp } {continued//}
Maybe it was the upset, or the watery vision in his eyes, but Avignon faltered when the strange beings before him began to move.
And talk.
A sharp inhale, and the gun was lowered in order for him to rub building tears from blurring his vision further in order to get a clear picture of what was in front of him. And looking again revealed questions, and less answers.
Slowly blinking, a broken breath and he took a step forward to their step back.
“What….”
“Are you…?”
The two relaxed somewhat when the person lowered the gun. And then he stepped forward.
The two inched backwards again, still not trusting him.
“W-well…I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman,” the inkblot said, “and this is Marie…”
“Ch-charmed,” the paint spatter managed.
“We’re just Toons passing through.”
“R-right, passing through. Just please put that gun awa–”
“What my sister is trying to say is, um…” The Repairman looked up, thinking for a moment. “…that, uh…you should put that gun away so we can…give you a manicure?”
Marie’s glare at him said it all.
“Look,” the Repairman whispered, “If you have a better idea…”
Medical gave her brother a squeaky growl. There was only room for one star around here, and that was going to be her! Luckily, she had the advantage: He could change his face, but she could change her shape.
It took her quite a bit of effort, but Medical somehow managed to shape
herself into the cutest puppy she could. She even panted slightly for
effect, revealing that her tongue was dark blue and had a sparkly silver star printed on it. She was quite proud of it, after all.Well. That was… Unexpected. And kind of hurtful. “Replacement?”
Susumu was confused. “Mr. Sir, what are you talking about? No one’s
replacing you! Why would you think they were?”
Marie gasped as Medical became a puppy. These slime things were just adorable!
Cat Slime, however, looked at his sister, unamused. Could she not try to take the attention away from him? Granted, he had a feeling he’d be seeing more of this paint blot, but still…
He did have an ace in the hole that was sure to keep Marie looking at him.
“Such a good girl, yes you are, yes you–Oh!” Marie started, interrupting her patronizing of Medical. She suddenly felt Cat Slime rubbing against her cheek, squeaking softly.
“Aww, you thought I could forget about you? C’mere!”
* * *
The Repairman sighed, handing a note to the mun. It was typewritten, on a somewhat gray sheet of paper.
“She gave this to me when she arrived.”
Hey, Marie!
As you know, we made you to assist the Fourth Wall Repairman. He has a tricky job, after all, and could use the help. Can you BELIEVE the studio left him alone all these years? I’m sure he’ll appreciate the company.
Who knows? Maybe you can teach HIM a thing or two!
We all wish you the best of luck here! Go get ‘em!
Sincerely yours,
William Bowshem
The Repairman sniffed.
“You see? She’s just…gonna…replace me…”
He looked down at where his feet would be.
Telltale Sam & Max RP Meme!
Culture Shock: Your muse finds mine to be hypnotized.
Situation Comedy: Our muses become controversial TV stars.
The Mob, the Mole, and the Meatball: Our muses are undercover in a criminal organization.
Abe Lincoln Must Die: My muse is President (or acceptable substitute), with your muse as a general assistant.
Reality 2.0: Your muse finds mine trapped in a virtual reality prison.
Bright Side of the Moon: My muse is made to have one predominant emotion against their will.
Ice Station Santa: Our muses somehow get involved in an exorcism.
Moai Better Blues: Our muses find the Fountain of Youth.
Night of the Raving Dead: Your muse finds mine as a zombie.
Chariots of the Dogs: Your muse finds out mine messed with their own timestream somehow.
What’s New, Beelzebub?: Your muse finds mine trapped in their own personal hell.
The Penal Zone: Your muse gains psychic powers.
The Tomb of Sammun-Mak: Our muses explore an ancient, trap-riddled tomb together.
They Stole Max’s Brain!: Someone has rewritten reality, and my muse seems to be the only one who knows!
Beyond the Alley of the Dolls: Our muses have to deal with an army of clones of my muse.
The City that Dares Not Sleep: My muse has become a gargantuan monster that’s terrorizing the place.
“I’m so sick and tired of people turning everything into drama. It seems the longer this site exists, the more of it I see. Don’t like a characterization? Unfollow. Don’t like an OC that’s from a fan-pairing? Cool, block their URL. Think an AU is OOC? Sweet, dude, that’s your opinion, but just leave. No need to make a deal out of it, especially if the other party put a lot of work and thought into that AU. Stop complaining, just LEAVE.“
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