Black, White, and Purple

“I have no idea what you are saying but okay.” Shalbie said as he
began to walk towards the bar with the repairman on toll . “they serve
many types of milk drinks in there and some people play music so its a
nice place to hang around. I think they also serve good food and
sometimes have little contests.”The Shadow added as the pair entered
Kakariko Village.

“Ah, that sounds pretty nice…”

The Repairman beamed at the shadow. He was kind of glad he was able to move past a bad first impression. And hey; it seemed he had a bit of time.

“…So, are there more shadows around here?” he asked as they came up to the door of the bar.

Bowyetta nodded. “Yes, he have. At least, Bowyetta is thinking he
have. She knows not what is happening, and she knows not how she can be
getting it back for you, but she will be doing her best to be helping
you recover.”

She held him for what seemed like a long time, until
she finally got an idea. “Please to be giving a moment to Bowyetta, Mr.
Sir,” she said before placing him back onto the carpet. She turned
around to face her dresser, and began doing… Something to it,
asking questions all the way. “Are you much liking of eggs, Mr. Sir? How
are you feeling about soup? What is being your favorite thing to drink?
Are you preferring of pink or blue?”Finally, Bowyetta turned around
once more. “Am hoping you are liking of it, Mr. Sir!”

As it
turned out, she had turned one of her drawers into a makeshift bed. It
was lined with a soft striped sheet, and complete with a small pillow
and one of her Heishi dolls. “Please to be getting in, Mr. Sir. Bowyetta
will be making you something very soon.” And with that, she took off
out the door.

The inkblot looked at Bowyetta, clearly touched by this gesture.

“Th-thank you,” he managed, smiling.

He tried to look over Bowyetta’s shoulder as she worked, but alas, she was far bigger than him. In any case, he needed to concentrate to answer all these rapid-fire questions.

“Oh, eggs sound ni– so does soup– I’m not really pick– blue, it was my background for the longest time…”

The inkblot’s siren light popped up. However, it could barely shine any red light before flickering out with a soft buzzing noise, leaving a grey, useless glass lump on the inkblot’s head.

He sighed. But realizing Bowyetta was almost done, he moved his hat over the light and smiled. Falsely at first, but then it melted into a warmer, more genuine grin when he saw what Bowyetta did for him. He suddenly realized just how tired he was.

“I love it!” he enthusiastically said, before clambering into it, Cat Slime nestling in his lap.

He took a few deep breaths, stroking his pet’s scalp gently. It felt good to be able to relax. He was starting to forget that he was fire–

His eyes widened as he saw the pink slip on the floor. He couldn’t let anyone else see that. Not even his half-asleep Cat Slime, who he slowly, carefully, quietly moved to the side before slowly, carefully, quietly moving to pick the paper up.

As he bent to take it, the inkblot’s hat fell off, revealing his defunct siren light.

What a time for Bowyetta to come back.

“HOO!” -Rilla Roo

~~[[gah this has been in my askbox for too long sorry ‘bout that]]~~

The Repairman leaped back, startled by this sudden monkey outburst. This was a lab!

He turned to see an oddly-tailed simian looking at him.

The inkblot thought a minute, trying to remember the monkey languages he knew.

“Aloha, acquaintance,” he said, in Standard Toon Ape, “Am I being cause of injustice? Much needing to industry, but vamoose soon.”

Shinko giggled as she knelt down to slowly pick up the pen and
notepad. “Are you asking me to sign my name? Or did you want me to draw
something? Cause I’m not a good artist…”

Crystal chuckled a bit. “He is pretty adorable. What exactly did you tell him, though?” she asked the Repairman.

Cat Slime could only keep squeaking enthusiastically, to the point that even someone who understood Slime would have issues keeping up. He bounced up and down happily as Shinko took his notepad.

“…I think he wants your autograph,” the Repairman finally said. “I… sorta mentioned how you were a star in several adventures and a co-host in a show. He really likes that kind of stuff.”

He chuckled.

“…So, uh…what have you guys been doing lately?”

askthegreenguys:

bonkakira-and-friends:

//The judge is here.//

Link looked up from the oven and turned to face his cartoon friend.

“Huh?”

“Oh, hey! You’re the carpenter poe from before!”

“Wait he’s gonna decide on– ACK!”

Link
stumbled forward, suddenly being jolted back to the oven. Keeping a
towel on hand he pulled out the pan from the stovetop and used a rubber
spatula to carefully slip the dish out of place and place it on the
center of a clean plate. It didn’t seem like the little hero was done.
Still using the heat in the pan, he wiped the surface dry with the towel
and began reheating the vegetables from earlier. The little hero began
fidgeting with the plate, arranging things until everything was just
right. A plate was set on the table followed by clean utensils, a
napkin, and a mug of water. The plates weren’t exactly up to par,
clearly showing age, but they would do for now.

What the
repairman was left with was… honestly rather underwhelming. It looked
like a cloud on a plate, the edges showing slight browning from the
heat, The vegetables, despite being vibrant, didn’t really add much to
the party. And even as the little hero sprinkled a drizzle of olive oil,
salt, and chopped herbs on top, it didn’t really up the wow factor like
the others.

Link slumped onto a nearby chair as what he assumed
to be a curse eventually wore off. The boy let out a shaky sigh, slowly
sitting himself upright as he looked to the dish. He blinked, then
looked between the whiteboard and plate of food.

“Wait that’s it? Really? It looks so plain! I thought you could do something more, I don’t know, showy!”

Link tilted the plate around, looking for some kind of glitz and glam. But it really was just… something.

“So uh… What is this supposed to be anyways? It’s still good, right?”

There was a long pause as Link stared at the white board, waiting for some kind of response. Eventually, the words appeared.

//I’unno.//

“… What?”

//I mean someone probably has a name for it but I’m not one of those people//

“You’re telling me I worked on something like a possessed lunatic and you have no idea what the dish is even called?”

//Ye//

“Do you even know what you’re doing at all!? Don’t tell me you were just making the recipe up as you went along!”

//AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA//

“I honestly can’t believe you’re not even taking your own contest seriously… You even picked the main ingredient yourself.”

//Just shut up and eat it so we can get this over with. Break it open and maybe Repairman will like what he sees.//

Upon seeing that Link had finished, Bowyetta’s eyes started to shine oddly. She felt a spark of… Something in her chest. “We must be finishing much quickly!” She poured the cooked onions into the rice and gave it a quick stir before she started frying the eggs.

She couldn’t explain it, whether it was the music or her desire to make something good for her friends, but somehow she felt a sudden burst of energy. The eggs cooked rather quickly, and once she was certain they were perfect she poured the rice in on top of them. Now came the tricky part. She had to be very careful folding the egg over onto the plate. After giving it some thought, she added some extra sauce on top of the egg, drawing in her best attempt at a rose.

“MrSirpleasetobetryingofwhatBowyettaishavingmade”

Twilight came back inside through the door to get a couple of plates and small bowls from Art’s kitchen. Retreating once more through the door, he scooped about half of the brisket, egg, vegetables, and cheese mixture onto one plate, and the other half on the other. He similarly divided the queso equally into each of the bowls, and set them on the plate as well. Twilight set one of the plates next to the doorstep, and turned to wink at Brown. Since he was still a shade, the wink looked like one glowing eye going out and quickly relighting. “I could hear your stomach growling the whole time. I’m sure you can fit behind your wall, you know.”

Brown squeaked a little in delight, and cast a small spell to move the plate to one end of the magic wall, and to pour the queso from the bowl all over the machaca. The happy ghost wasted no time in shifting to his dragon form, and although it was a tight squeeze he did indeed fit behind his illusion wall. The large black dragon lowered his head to the plate and in one bite, devoured the delicious food. “Twilight you’re the best I love you thank you!!!” he thought at his friend in gratitude.

Twilight’s shade appeared to be grinning as he reentered the house, this time carrying his entry in their little contest. He picked up a fork and knife from the little kitchen and set the plate and utensils down on the table. Clearly, the other two had decided that Inky would be the judge, so he addressed the ink blot with a small wave. “Here ya go, Inky! Just take the queso and dump it all over the rest, you’ll think ya died and went to food heaven!”

By now, the poor inkblot was sweating something fierce. A Mun-puppeteered Link, Bowyetta’s scary face, and suddenly being thrust into a cooking contest was quite a bit to take in.

“Aha… I don’t know if I can…”

And then his stomach audibly (and visibly) rumbled. Softly, yes, but enough to notice. The Repairman looked back up sheepishly.

“…Well… all right. But whose should I start with…?”

They all smelled and looked pretty good. How was he going to choose a favorite…?

Suddenly, Cat Slime leaped out of the Repairman’s hammerspace, and was about to dive into the queso when the inkblot caught him, pulling him back.

“No,” he scolded. Then he noticed his pet’s saddened expression and sighed. “…Wait your turn. You might be able to help me here…”

Cat Slime squeaked happily at this, picking an empty spot at the table to sit at.

“M-Mr. Sir! Bowyetta is thinking you should not-”

Well, she
TRIED to warn him about doing this. But, with every hit, the shadow’s
body got more and more liquid, and it was getting harder for Bowyetta to
stay afloat… In her attempts to keep her head above water(or metal,
rather), she made one final swipe at the arm.

That was
enough to finish the shadow. She didn’t seem to be in pain, but no
matter how she tried, she wasn’t able to hold her shape. Her arms were
falling apart faster than she could form them, and her form was
beginning to melt. “Aaaa-”

As the shadow’s body faded, Bowyetta hit the ground with an especially hard CLUNK.
She was in tears now, her whole body felt like it would fall apart, and
she just wanted this horrible liquid metal off of her. Without even
paying attention to Mr. Sir or the shadow, she stood up and ran towards
the furnace. She was hoping the heat could melt the stuff, or at least
soften her up a bit…

However, the shadow wasn’t completely
dead yet. She was still alive, but she had reverted back to her normal
state. “Y-… You are still refusing of your feelings…?”

The jackhammer hung in the air for a second or two, until the Repairman made the mistake of looking down.

He plummeted, landing on the floor with a splat! and quickly reforming.

The jackhammer wasn’t so lucky. As soon as it landed in the distance, it exploded in a large, but quickly-fading, fireball.

The inkblot, dazed, got up to see Bowyetta running towards the furnace…?

“WHOA! HEY!”

Thinking quickly, he pulled a tow cable from his hammerspace and rapidly tied a lasso. He hurled it at the running Bowyer, hoping to snag her so he could reel her away.

“…Why would you–” he began, before the imposter spoke again. “…Wait, refusing feelings…?”

He looked at Bowyetta again.

“You wouldn’t do all this…. would you?”

“You’re scaring me!”

sxmmy-lxwrence-archive:

My muse just drank a love potion, but it’s causing them to become dangerously obsessed with your muse.

He loomed over the stranger with a grin, staring them down immensely. He had drunken some kind of elixir he had found in a broom closet, the bottle tossed to the side. He was suddenly very fascinated by this stranger.

“ Hello there. Are you lost, little sheep?”

Well.

The Repairman knew of Bendy, but he didn’t expect to see…something wearing a busted mask of the Toon. He looked like he was made of the same strange ink…

The inkblot looked up at the other, and couldn’t help feeling a little unease at how the stranger seemed to be looking at him.

“Um…hi,” he waved.

Little sheep? Well, a phrase like that was a bad sign.

“…No, just gotta… just gotta get my bearings, thanks.”

askthefwrp reblogged/liked for an Edith Up roleplay

sam-samaskandrps:

Reblog/Like for an Edith Up roleplay

@askthefwrp

It was one of those usual days. The gourmand fairy, Edith Up, was on her way, flying back to her home called the Gourmand Land after hunting for foods, such as wild fruits. Today, she focused on a dish that she planned to cook: a pie. Edith Up couldn’t wait to try it after making on; she can bet that it was going to be delicious.

The Repairman, meanwhile, was shivering on the dessert part of Gourmand Land. He was glad Cat Slime had a heater with him inside the Repairman’s toolbox. He was also grateful that somehow, it was pretty warm for an ice land. It was more chilly than freezing. Didn’t help with traction, though.

The inkblot found it very hard to not fall into whatever red liquid was here as he slid across the icy ramps. Eventually, though, he was able to come to a stop thanks to some large ice cubes in his path.

As he checked on his tool cart, he noticed some kind of…fanged dark blue thing encased in the ice block he crashed into. It…didn’t look like the kind of thing the Repairman would want to meet.

And the crack the tool cart made on the ice was spreading…

“U-um…” Bowyetta was apprehensive. W-well… Bowyetta guesses will
being okay. Just please to not be telling anyone she is being here.”

Shortly
afterward, the rest of the Misfits up in the void heard a knock at the
door. “Can someone please get that?” Beep called from the kitchen.

But
the one who answered the door was barely tall enough to reach the knob
herself. When the door finally did open, Mr. Sir was greeted by what
looked to be a child-sized version of Bowyetta. She seemed confused by
him at first. “Who you?” she asked, and quickly twanged her string at him out of sheer instinct. She didn’t know if she should let him in or not…

The Repairman was taken aback at just how alike the child looked. Not even a bow in her hair or anything. She just looked like a mini-Bowyetta. Heck, she was barely taller than he was!

“Oh, hi,” he waved, peeking in a bit. “I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman, but you can call me Mr. Sir. Your mother and your …friends?…aunts?…roommates?… call me that.”

He couched, and pulled his tool cart closer.

“Anyway, I’m here to fix the Wall. Is now a bad time?”

Twilight decided to ignore the insanity of the kitchen and just take
the bacon grease he was handed. He also took a small piece of parchment
paper and shook out some salt and pepper onto it, and retreated back
through the door with his spoils. On the way he had to dodge a few
flying onions, but he managed to escape unscathed.

Once outside,
he took his pan and added some of the bacon grease to it. Once it had
heated up, he added in his tomatoes and onions, sautéing them until they
were soft. Twilight separated out about a third of the mixture and
transferred it to the pot, then added the jalapeños and green chiles to
both the pot and the pan. Into the pan went the shredded brisket, and
into the pot went most of the shredded cheese and the milk. A good
sprinkling of salt and pepper was added to season the brisket mixture.

Back
and forth, and back and forth he went, stirring each until the brisket
was heated and well mixed with the veggies, and the queso was melted and
creamy. He moved the queso to the edge of the grill, close enough for
the flames to keep it warm but far enough that it wouldn’t burn. The
shade-turned-chef cracked a few eggs into the brisket, and quickly
scrambled them with the mixture, and finally added the last of the
cheese, waiting for it to melt.

Brown’s mouth was watering at the
smell of all this delicious food, and he momentarily lamented the fact
that he wouldn’t be able to eat it, being dead and all. Maybe he could
get a little taste as a dragon? No no, that was a terrible idea, he was a
rather large dragon and would most definitely cause a panic. Alas!

The Repairman gasped, looking at Bowyetta wide-eyed as she brought attention to him. He gave a very wary wave.

He
was thoroughly doomed, he knew. He was part of this mun-ipulated crowd
now. It was only a matter of time before a table appeared…

He took a minute to look at his new fate. Wait. There was less chaos
in the house this time? Sure, that Link kid looked the worse for wear,
but even he seemed better than last time. And it actually smelled pretty
good around here, with more pleasant aromas coming from outside.
Apparently Twilight was doing something as well.

He had to
know what was happening. Maybe it would be safe, or maybe this was a
mun-set trap. In any case, he was stuck here; he realized just how
famished he was, and the Wall breaks were all in or around Albie’s house.

“So,” he called out, trying to sound casual, “What are you guys up to?”