“Well not much on my end. Oran’s been making sure I kept up my half
of the work schedule, but nobody’s done anything too bad worth locking
them up in the jail cell yet. She’s been asking me to switch homes with
her so she’s not next door to the monkey guy who keeps tagging the back
of her house, but I told her I like this house too much to move now,”
Crystal noted.

“He does that a lot. I’ve seen Miss Momo around
too! She says she goes to the Akuma Cafe to help out where she can, but
Belial doesn’t like her too much,” Shinko added.

“Still? I’m
sorry, but that priestess really needs to learn to take a hint. Belial’s
the kind of person who’s just really set in her ways…and she’s a powder
keg waiting to explode on top of that,” Crystal noted with a
frown. “The last thing we need is for her to go on another demonic
rampage.”

“…Huh.”

The Repairman was honestly surprised. A mischievous monkey person, and the inkblot still hasn’t met him? He would have thought they would have butted heads sooner, but maybe this guy was only mischievous in the “skateboarding and graffiti” kind of way, rather than the “wacky fourth-wall-breaking” kind of way.

Both he and Marie looked up in surprise.

“Wait, another rampage?” the Repairman asked. He remembered Belial being a little stand-offish, but nothing like that.

Do not reblog RPs.

memexng:

This is becoming more and more prominent. If you are not the one that is the other half of the writing pair in an RP, do not reblog the post. Nevermind that it messes up the writer’s activity, which is how we track our threads, but they are private. Like the post all you want, do not put it on your blog. It is not tolerated, nor it is appreciated.

finelendal-archive:

I want to make this known; it’s OKAY to flirt with my muse, it’s okay to say flirty things to them, yes, they may not react to it, they may not respond to it positively, but know as a mun I’m 100% OKAY with it. Especially if my muse is clearly attractive appearance wise, go a head, flirt with them, if my muse is your muse’s type, it’s okay to flirt, we don’t have to be shipping, we don’t ever have to ship to have you flirt with my muse; I WONT think you’re pushing a ship on me either. But I just feel that some people are scared to have their muse be flirty to another because we a muns might take it the wrong way.

 I’m not saying this goes for everyone, but I’m letting you know that it doesn’t make me uncomfortable and I’m fine with it. 

iliyovunjika:

Regarding OCs: Treat them kindly.

First of all, we all started somewhere and belittling or berating someone’s creativity is bullshit and just plain cruel. I get that there are some OCs you don’t jive with and that’s cool, I’m selective just like everyone else, but that doesn’t give you or anyone else the right to talk shit about them. Remember those “embarrassing” times where you were a one-liner only OC that was probably something “generic” or “cliche” or even a “Gary/Mary-sue”? Yeah, Pepperidge farm remembers that shit honey. No one starts off with some immaculate and elaborate character design, plain and simple.

Instead of being rude or cruel, its better to offer advice as a “veteran” of writing. Give them tips to help them improve rather than tearing them down and making them feel bad or making them feel like they shouldn’t even try. Remember that one person when you were younger that you looked up to because holy shit their writing and style was amazing and you felt so happy just getting to read it? Or that person that wrote with you for the first time? Or maybe your friend that you started off with in general? Having those moments are imperative to a writer’s growth and if you get to be that person they look up to or the person that gave them a little advice is friggin’ great okay? It is an amazing thing and you could literally be helping them become the next nation wide known creator.

But you’d never know if they never had the aspiration or hope to become that if you just shoved their face in the ground.

Canon characters are someone’s OCs. These characters are created by someone, became big hits, and are now written by others because we enjoy them so much. But never forget that they are the creator’s original character.

So be kind. You don’t have to like someone’s OC, you don’t have to even interact with them or anything at all, they might not be your cup of tea. But that doesn’t give you the right to be a dick. Period.

Quartz stared at Cat Slime in silence. She didn’t actually understand
Slime just yet, so she was unsure of what to say or do. Bonk was
snickering at Cat Slime’s performance, while Bowyetta stared with wide,
starry eyes.

Barrette, however, threw her doll into the air.
“Hooray!” she exclaimed, as the doll landed somewhere behind the group
with a thunk. She then turned around to hug her mother, as well as the
rest of the girls, before reaching out to hug Mr Sir.

…But after a minute, Barrette turned back to her mother. “Hungry!” She declared.

:Oh!
Barrette, you are wanting to be eating something?” Bowyetta asked. When
her daughter nodded in response, she looked back at Mr. Sir. “Will you
be staying for lunch with us, Mr. Sir?”

“Huh?”

The Repairman shook himself out of the story they were just in.

“O-oh…no, sorry, I think I should get back to work…”

Cat Slime sat himself back up, grinning at the reaction his performance got. The Repairman scooped him up, and both of them waved.

“It was nice meeting ya, Barrette! We’ll see you around!”

Black, White, and Purple

Shalbie
listened to the repairman’s story but got lost once he began to  go on
about cars and technological stuff the shadow knew nothing about.  Sure
they story did have some sense of logic here and there but his friend
had  mixed it with what  the common non magical beings of Hyrule
referred to as mumbo jumbo.  “Nice story there my friend.” Shalbie said
as he reached for the repairman’s glass of milk. “But it seems that
you’ve had about enough of this tasty drink, you’d be better off eating
something, so I’ll let you choose, you want to eat here or go to a new
place?”

“I m-mean, I guess we could go somewhere else,” the Repairman
managed, taking one last drink. “..You have any s-suggestions?”

He was having trouble keeping his form, what little there was. The fact that he nearly fell flat on his face climbing out of the seat didn’t help.  He swayed, reaching out for support.

Despite all this, he was getting about ready to ramble on again.

“…So…” he slurred, “Did you ever hear of that thing that happened at Epcott…? Funny story, that…”