The Denpa-Men, however, payed no attention to the sleeping creature.
Despite how much larger it was than them, thy were in desperate need of
food, and continued following the scent.

“Hey, I knew there’d be something in here!” The blue Denpa exclaimed
as she laid eyes on the pie. “It’s… You know… One of those big crispy
things that humans fill with fruit! But… I think it’s too hot for me.
Someone else go try it first.”

A black Denpa with shades stepped forward. “I’ll do it,” she
volunteered, as she stepped closer to the pie. “If there’s something
wrong with it, I’m the best at handling poison anyway.” The other
Denpa-Men didn’t argue with this, and instead watched as she reached up
to break off a piece of the crust before shoving it into her mouth.
After a moment, she gave a nod of approval. “Come on, it’s okay. It’s
perfectly fine, and we won’t get caught.”

Honestly, the other Denpa-Men didn’t care about getting caught, they
just wanted to fill their stomachs. They all climbed up to the top of
the pie and started eating, not noticing the movement nearby…

If the Denpa-Men were a little more careful, they may have noticed how many loose things were in the pile. As it was, several screws, a fountain pen, and a couple of hard drives fell lower into the toolbox, making a surprisingly large clatter on impact.

“…?”

Cat Slime rose, still groggy, and looked around. His vision was a bit blurry, but he could see…tiny colored smudges around his pie…?

He shook his head and looked again.

Thieves!

He shambled on top of the now-cooled pie, and looked down on the tiny…things irritably.

He began squeaking something to the effect of “It’s mine! Get your own!”

He hoped that would be the end of it. All he wanted to do was enjoy his treat in peace. What’s more, there was something oddly familiar about this bunch…

“You’ll see! He’s- oh!” Shinko was interrupted when she saw Cat Slame coming over with their newly developed pictures.

“Those all look great! Do you want to pick which ones you want to keep first?” she asked.

Crystal smiled at them both as she led them out of the Akuma Cafe and down a few blocks where they could easily spot the bakery.

Cat Slime gave a quick nod, before taking a couple of the pictures with just him and Shinko, the one smudged by the Repairman dashing in, and the very last picture.

The Repairman looked at them appreciatively, then pulled a safe out of his toolbox and gently placed them inside. A Disneyland Mickey hat, a busted-up security camera, instructions on taking care of a slime, several other photos, and an unlabeled CD could be seen before he closed the safe again.

Both inkblot and slime were smiling as they followed Crystal to the bakery, looking around curiously. It wasn’t long before Cat Slime sniffed the air, and then kept sniffing. He sighed, happily. This was going to be great!

‘You gotta be kidding me’ was the only thought going through her head.

How
was she to prove herself? And exactly how strong WAS that drink again?
She didn’t know. She didn’t have caffeine goggles with her.

“Woah, woah! Hey!” She held her paws out next to her head. “It’s just me!”

The Repairman, meanwhile, was shaking as he tried to discern the real Angie from an evil clone, imposter, or what-have-you. A whistling sound came up as it looked like his head was steaming. His painted eyes seemed to jiggle more and more, the colors flashing even brighter and faster.

First two, then four, then eight more Aggies seemed to appear. The inkblot tried to keep the cork gun on every one of them, but it wasn’t long before he was surrounded. Finally, he let out a scream and fired the gun, the cork flying out with a pop! The outflow of steam coming from his head suddenly increased, and it briefly got so thick that no one could see.

While we’re talking about abusive RPers…

slashrawr:

…don’t forget that some of the flags of an abusive roleplayer are identical to the ones for abusive RL relationships.

The Idolize > Isolate > Devalue > Discard cycle that we see in a lot of abusive RL relationships is actually creepily common online and devastating to the victim, despite the lack of physical damage in most cases (I say “most” because I have seen people driven to self-harm or suicide attempts by online abuse of this type).

Idolize: the abuser is desperate to roleplay with the target. They lavish them with attention, gifts, plots, writing, and/or art. The abuser will do anything to become the target’s new best friend.  Some abusers will become irrationally angry if rejected at this stage and transition into stalking and/or harassment.

Isolate: the abuser begins peeling the target away from any existing friends or RP partners. They’ll attempt to occupy all their online time and suggest they do a lot of one-on-one roleplay in private with them. When in multi-person scenes, they will deliberately alienate the target’s other friends either by acting out, attacking them, or intentionally making RP awkward or impossible for everyone but their target. Gaslighting starts. They may complain the target’s friends are “mean” or “jealous” and attempt to instigate arguments where the target will feel the need to defend them and further alienate their friends. Lavishing with gifts continues in this phase.

Devalue: when their target is cut off from everyone else, the honeymoon ends. Gaslighting ramps up massively. They still want to roleplay with the target, but the target suddenly can’t seem to do anything right.  The target’s self-esteem is systematically degraded. Plots revolve increasingly around the abuser’s character with the target’s being an expendable, breakable prop. They attempt to push their target into roleplay they don’t enjoy or are actively afraid of, and respond to objections or refusals with manipulative behavior like crying, insults, or threatening abandonment.  In extreme cases, the abuser may feign self-harm or suicidal impulses and present them to the target as the target’s fault, i.e. “LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO.”  Gifts only come as “makeup” presents after a fight and are generally presented in public so that all seems well to anyone not involved. They are now the target’s only major roleplay partner and use that as a weapon. 

Discard: the abuser finds a new idol. Gaslighting hits maximum, convincing the target that they’re the reason the abuser doesn’t want to play with them anymore and that no one will ever want to play with them. Finally, they drop their current target and ignore them or harass them, often resorting to scorched-earth tactics and spreading rumors to make sure their victim has difficulty reconnecting with others. The target and their character are usually badly damaged, possibly irreparably.

Abusive roleplayers like this usually leave a trail of shattered guilds and broken people behind and often move games or servers when chasing a new target. Due to their habit of giving gifts in public and abusing in private, they may even have a good reputation in the community and staunch defenders (especially if they’re well-known for their writing, art, or crafts). 

In other words, good fucking luck catching them before they hurt someone.

Since this kind of abuse is hard to see from the inside until it’s already too late, the biggest thing you can do is watch out for your friends and guildies.  We’re all weirdos here, and we need to keep each other safe.  If you feel like somebody’s new RP partner is trying to separate them from their support system, don’t be afraid to speak up.  I don’t care if they write like the next Hemingway or their art appears to have been shat right out of Da Vinci’s asshole, they don’t get a pass.

If you feel like or know that this type of abuse is happening to you, remember that no plot or friendship is worth your mental health.  Walk away if you can, get someone you trust to help you if you can’t (yes, even the old friends you told to fuck off and leave you alone – they probably have a strong suspicion of why).  Take screenshots or chatlogs so you have some defense against gaslighting or malicious rumors.  You’re not alone, no matter what they tell you.

@crescent-in-the-sky

The Star Dish carried Tippy high into the air without much of an
issue. However, just as she was about to make a landing, something
happened. The cracks in the Dish began to grow bigger, and it was
rapidly shedding stardust.

She had to think of something, and
fast. Unfortunately, thinking on her feet was not one of Tippy’s strong
suits. As such, she ended up simply letting go and falling off of the
Dish, leaving it to burst into a cloud of stardust.

As she fell,
she caught sight of Paintball bouncing after her, and quickly held on to
the pogo stick, trying to stop him. “Leave the aerodynamics to me,
little guy!” She managed to call out to him. “We’re… We’re going to
crash!”

The Repairman saw the cat leap out, thankfully avoiding the apparent explosion of that ship. He sighed in relief, and then cried out as she grabbed the pogo stick.

Not good! Not good!

The fire extinguisher he carried dangled dangerously from his one free hand.

He looked down, panicked. He should have known better than to use a pogo stick at this altitude; he doubted his chances of sticking the landing…

askthefwrp reblogged/liked for an Edith Up roleplay

The gourmand fairy, carefully taking
the fruit back, squinted at where the blob was gesturing at. Over there
was a disgusting, mouth foaming Darktoon, and, good gracious, it looked
like it ate a 10 or 20 pounds of sugar before it passed out. Yuck, that
thing was seriously disgusting; she still remembered where she
was “feeling cozy” in the mouth of this pest.

“ellWay,
(Well,)” Edith slowly and carefully explained, still having disgust at
the Darktoon, “esethay uysgay ereway ikelay oachesray andyay uffstay,
osay …. yeahyay. (these guys were like roaches and stuff, so …. yeah.)“

“oSay
ummyay, atwhay areyay youyay oingday erehay allyay ybay yourselfyay
ithway ATthay ingthay? (So umm, what are you doing here all by yourself
with THAT thing?)”

“Ah,” the Repairman nodded, after taking a moment to understand what she said. “Um…way…itsay okebray outtaday iceyay.” (Um…it broke out of the ice)

He rubbed the back of his head.

“Anyway…way…Anksthay or fay okkingneigh athay outway,” he continued, trying his hardest not to mangle Pig Latin. “I’msay uthay Oarthfay Allway Epairman…ray. Asway onyay usinessbay.” (Anyway…thanks for knocking that out. I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman. Was on business.)

He looked at the fairy(?) and at the large heap of fruit she was carrying.

“Owhay about ooyay? Asway Iyay interrupting anything…ay?” (How about you? Was I interrupting anything)

@angel-in-grayscale, continued from here

“There’s a lot of things in this studio that don’t like strangers, and I don’t want them to hurt you.” she replies with a sigh

Alice
had a lot of questions but  she’d ask them when she felt like they both
were safe from the searchers, and Bendy,  there was a lot of ink
splatters nearby and she was afraid of what could jump out of them.
After a few minutes of walking Alice spots a good room and motions for
the stranger to follow.

It looked like they were safe for now so Alice decided to ask a few questions.

“Who are you anyway? How did you get in here?”

The Repairman’s lower body seemed to contort to avoid all the spatters on the floor. He still didn’t trust that ink, and from the looks of it, neither did this angel.

As they walked, he slipped a transparent purple filter over his siren light. It still blinked annoyingly, but at least it wasn’t the bright red it was before.

“…I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman,” the inkblot replied, “And as for how I got here…”

He shrugged.

“I dunno, really. I just walk towards the world I have to go to, and then I’m there.”

He took a moment to really look at this angel, who seemed to have the same strange ink as the rest of this place used, as well as two horns that were unusual for angels…

“Uh, you seemed wary around that ink,” he finally said, looking around. “What is it?”

Secretly, Bowyetta was relieved that Mr. Sir hadn’t been attacked by
Yaridovich. She wasn’t afraid of him, of course, but she didn’t exactly
want to go back to the Factory…

It was strange though. If he hadn’t been hurt, then what was going on? Why was he acting so weird?

“…Is
not much mattering, Mr. Sir.” Bowyetta gave him an oddly tired-looking
smile. “You may be staying with Bowyetta for as long as you are wanting.
Let us be finished eating soon, and then we can go downstairs to be
watching of Nise Suta Heishi.”

“…Thank you,” the inkblot finally managed, after an awkwardly long silence. He seemed to be poking at his soup more than he was eating it.

“You know,” he said, after a while, “you really didn’t have to do any of this…I…I don’t really deserve it…”

Cat Slime looked at the inkblot in alarm, squeaking a sound like “What?!”