Munday Asks: Salt Edition

themusewhomuses:

  • 1. How salty are you feeling right now?
  • 2. What are your unpopular opinion(s) of the fandom you’re rping in?
  • 3. What rp trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die?
  • 4. Have you ever made a call out post or wanted to?
  • 5. A ship everyone in the fandom you’re in loves, but you can’t stand?
  • 6. Have you ever sent something to one of those burn book blogs?
  • 7. Has someone made you unfollow/block them without a second thought because of a petty reason?
  • 8. Are you good at dealing with personal problems?
  • 9. What’s your opinion on duplicates?
  • 10. Any fandom(s) you don’t want to rp in or crossover to?
  • 11. Are you for or not for purple prosing?
  • 12. Has someone in the rp community ever made you upset/cry?
  • 13. Ever told someone not to follow/rp with a particular person because something that happened to you in the past? 
  • 14. Ever knew someone that everyone loves but you can’t stand?
  • 15. Have you ever done something out of spite?
  • 16. What would you say to the one who hurt you in the past?
  • 17. What are your opinions when someone makes negative posts constantly on their rp blog?
  • 18. Do you hold grudges for long?
  • 19. Wild card: ask the mun any type of salty asks.
  • 20. If you’re feeling salty right now, this ask gives you a free reign to pour out your frustration.

The bow child smiled at Mr. Sir, and twanged her string at him once
again. The white-haired girl, however, seemed oddly curious about him,
and watched him the entire time he followed Bonk.

Bonk, however,
tilted her glasses down, narrowing his eyes at him. “Ink Dude, you’re
not lying to me, are you? Listen, uh… That lil tiny Bowyetta over there?
That’s Barrette. She’s Bowyetta’s kid. Yeah, don’t ask me how that
happened. But since Bowyetta went missing, she’s been crying more than
usual. And Beep hasn’t been dealing with it well either. If you know
where she is, you gotta tell us now.”

He looked back at Barrette, then back to Bonkakira. He seemed to be avoiding eye contact. He never could lie very well..

“All right,” he Repairman sighed. “Just give me a minute. Gotta fix the Wall, still…”

As he went over to his tool cart, he somehow tripped, despite lacking legs. He yelped in surprise, thrusting his arms out to catch himself. No such luck. He tipped over his cart, sending both his toolboxes to the floor. Their contents were scattered all across the floor, along with a very dazed Cat Slime.

The Repairman, meanwhile, stayed splattered on the floor. It was an embarrassing situation, especially since the inkblot wasn’t even certain it was an accident…

Black, White, and Purple

“Besides you and me?  Who knows, as far as I knew I was the only
Shadow until you showed up.” Shalbie said as he opened the door to the
Bar. As soon as they entered the milk bar went quiet as the Bard and the
Flute boy  finished the piece they were playing.

“For the
love of Nayru, there’s two of them.” Was whispered throughout the place
as Shalbie and the repairman walked towards the table Shadow used most
of the time he entered this establishment. “Don’t mind them, some might
have had a little too much to drink.” Shalbie added a she sat down and
motioned his friend towards an empty seat.  Little time passed before
the bard and his companion began to start playing music again.

“Uh, actually, I’m not–”

Too late. An awkward quiet was not the time. Not like it would have mattered to anyone there, anyway, and the shadow seemed happy…

“Fair enough,” he shrugged, climbing onto the seat. “So, uh, what were you doing there before you met me? I hope I didn’t interrupt anything…”

I bet Deadpool leaves you with no shortage of work. He’s probably putting your kids through college.

“You know, people mention him from time to time. Yet I never hear anything about She-Hulk, or Slapstick, or even Howard the Duck. What gives?”

He took a breath. He didn’t exactly like thinking about this…

“Anyway, I don’t get paid, and I don;’t have kids, but yeah, guys like that really do put me to work, don’t they?”

He shrugged.

“It is what it is.”