They Broke My Comedy Mask...

"Ragatha mentioned you before... I asked about what the big red X over people's pictures meant when I first arrived here," Gangle said softly. "I heard that you... that you abstracted. So it doesn't really make sense as to how you're here now..." Still, they took Ribbit's hand. They'd thought abstraction was irreversible, that there was no coming back from it, and yet here Ribbit was.

Oh. Yeah.. uh... promo posts are a thing, huh?

My name is Percy and I... like writing, I guess!

Oh, yeah. Also, I'm 23!

I'll have a full post later. I hope...

Ribbit's words were enough to put a pause to Gangle's words, her eyes wide. She hadn't… She'd never…

Was she dreaming? She had to be.

"Ribbit?" she whispered. Gangle knew of the other, of course, had passed by the door of the smiling frog with the large red X over it more times than she could count. It had become routine at this point, though she sometimes wondered what the previous members of the circus had been like. If they would have been able to get along, if they would have shared any interests.

"I-I'm sor-" The bundle of ribbons managed to catch herself before she apologized again, sheepishly fidgeting with her hands. "My name is Gangle. I don't think we've… met."

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" Oh, Hi there -- ! "

"Ragatha mentioned you before... I asked about what the big red X over people's pictures meant when I first arrived here," Gangle said softly. "I heard that you... that you abstracted. So it doesn't really make sense as to how you're here now..." Still, they took Ribbit's hand. They'd thought abstraction was irreversible, that there was no coming back from it, and yet here Ribbit was.

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for . these are considered usfw / nsfw .

“ Your breath against my neck is the only thing keeping me from losing control right now. ”

“ I can feel your pulse racing under my fingertips - tell me what you want me to do about it. ”

“ Stop looking at me like that unless you’re ready for what comes next. ”

“ Every time you bite your lip, I have to fight the urge to kiss it better. ”

“ The way your body arches when I touch you here ... it’s almost unfair. ”

“ I’ve been thinking about the sound you make when I kiss that spot just below your ear. ”

“ You’re trembling. Is it because my hands are too cold, or because you like this too much? ”

“ If you keep making those little noises, I won’t be held responsible for what happens. ”

“ I want to memorize every inch of you with my lips. ”

“ Tell me to stop, and I will. But we both know you don’t want me to. ”

“ Your skin tastes like sin, and I’m already addicted. ”

“ I love how you melt the second my hands slide under your shirt. ”

“ You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to pin you against this wall. ”

“ The way you say my name like that should be illegal. ”

“ I’m going to take my time with you tonight - every second, every sigh. ”

“ Your thighs are shaking… should I keep going, or do you need a moment? ”

“ I can feel how much you want this. Don’t try to hide it from me. ”

“ Let me watch you fall apart - just like that. ”

“ You’re so responsive … it’s driving me absolutely mad. ”

“ I want to hear you beg, just once, before I give you everything. ”

“ Your hands feel like fire on my skin, and I never want you to stop. ”

“ Kiss me like you’re trying to ruin me for anyone else. ”

“ I love the way your back bows when I trace my tongue down your spine. ”

“ You’re trying so hard to stay quiet … but I want to hear you. ”

“ Tell me where you want my mouth next. ”

“ I could spend hours just teasing you until you can’t take it anymore. ”

“ The heat between us is unbearable - come here. ”

“ You look so beautiful like this, flushed and breathless because of me. ”

“ I want to feel you come undone beneath my hands. ”

“ Every time you touch me, it feels like the first time all over again. ”

“ Your lips are swollen from my kisses … and I’m not even close to done. ”

“ I love how you grip the sheets when I do that. ”

“ You taste even better than I imagined. ”

“ Don’t close your eyes - I want to see everything you’re feeling. ”

“ I’m going to ruin you in the sweetest way possible. ”

“ Your body fits against mine like it was made for this. ”

“ I can’t decide if I want to go slow and savor you, or lose myself completely. ”

“ The way you whisper my name when I’m inside you … I’ll never get enough. ”

“ You’re so wet / hard already, and I’ve barely touched you. ”

“ Let me mark you here, where only I can see. ”

“ I want to feel your nails in my back while you fall apart. ”

“ You have no idea what you do to me when you look at me like that. ”

“ I’m going to kiss every place that makes you gasp. ”

“ Your hips moving against mine like that - it’s torture. ”

“ I love how you surrender when I finally give you what you’ve been craving. ”

“ Stay still … or I’ll have to start all over again. ”

“ The sounds you’re making are going to haunt my dreams. ”

“ I want you so badly it hurts to hold back. ”

“ Come closer - I need to feel every inch of you against me. ”

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

An ex-friend had been stalking me for months on both tumblr and instagram. I met them through tumblr’s rpc and for a while, we did hit it off but they would suicide-bait me every other week. I can’t recall the amount of times I went to bed sobbing, wondering if they would be okay. Despite my begging for them to get professional help— because I could only help them so much with my daily messages—, they refused, saying it ‘was pointless’. God forbid I take a day away from liking all of their stories and all of their posts— I go back online to a flood of messages insisting that I hate them.

After four years of this, several ‘second chances’, and then constantly breaking my boundaries I set, I told them that I wanted to break the friendship and kindly asked them to respect my wishes.

However, they block-evaded me a collective THIRTY-TWO times in six months, each with a different account. Every time they contacted me, they insisted that I actually do want to stay friends and that they’ll commit suicide if I don’t.

They then tried to contact me on my personal/business instagram (which has my face) using an alias, only to reveal themselves. They had contacted my Picarto account I used only once in 2014. They’ve created several guest accounts to contact my Kofi. I’m only thankful that I never gave them my phone number.

When I finally gave them a reason why I don’t want them in my life, they agreed to leave me alone… They broke that promise in one week, blaming their six-month stalking on ‘psychosis’. When I didn’t respond, they sent me a suicide letter. When I didn’t respond to that, they sent me an anonymous message, saying ‘they killed themselves because me’. I blocked them via anonymous message but it didn’t block their IP address. They continue to email me despite me blocking their email.

On 1st March 2026, I thought they’d finally left me alone. Until someone reblogged a meme from me, when an icon traced from my art. I confronted them, they insisted that they were just referencing my art. They blocked me, they turned on private, I thought that it was. Until I saw their main URL— my stalker, again. This time, as if stalking me for eight months now wasn’t enough, they traced my art and stole my original character that I created in high school.

The problem now? They are still VERY active in the indie tumblr rpc. Seeing them interacting with my mutuals raises several red alarms. I’m not the callout type but after eight months of this, I’ve had enough.

In the meantime, I’m filing a police report

Mimi aka

Honeybilby / Mimithebilby / Cupboppin / Therapymutt / lonedalgyte / bobakkulbeolarchive / Littlemetalbiter / aperturemurdered / annyeonmimi / Msgummysharks / papercupontheleft / bluebilbeeeeee / annyeongmimi / jageun-jagiya / floresonthedashboard / easilydistractedbybirds / littlexblue / edbbjdbvdljzbvksn / macrolagowashere / jellisangeo / marinelifeinterviews

And probably more— they made dozens of throwaway blogs to stalk me

Instagram:

Honeybilbyillustrations

Block and do NOT engage, unless you want to go through the same shit I went through. They are dangerous and unwell.

EDIT: 2 March, they continue to harass me via throwaway accounts

Her animated mouth made a small 'o' and then broadens into a smile. She couldn't fumble this opportunity now. And so they went, hand in hand, towards the shop that was conveniently always stocked with fan favorites and run by past NPCs in a cycle.

"So, what sort of soda do you like?" She asks casually as they enter the shop, their presence announced by the ring of a bell. An NPC is busy cleaning a glass with a rag, making no effort to acknowledge them.

"I know Caine can come up with some pretty wacky flavors. I wonder what they have today?"

Among the flavors on the board today is one called 'flame broiled chicken'. She grimaces at the thought of a chicken flavored float.

Gangle noticed, but was more than polite enough not to call Ragatha out on it. A soft giggle escaped them. "It probably won't surprise you that I like sweet sodas," she answered softly. "I've always found lemon and lime-flavored ones to be too sharp. Cream ones are nice, especially when ice cream is added on top of that." She didn't drink soda very often, if she was being truthful. More often than not it was tea, milkshakes, smoothies, and so on.

Her smile softened a little. "My little brothers liked soda more than I did. Especially Ruta, he loved drinking it all the time even though Damiana would complain that they shared the same stomach and that he wished Ruta wouldn't consume so much sugar because it made him jittery."

...She missed her little brothers terribly, and she hoped that wherever they were that they were happy and financially secure. But she was starting to get off track.

Do you like gentle giants? Lonely souls trying to improve the unsavory reputation of their kind?

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Don’t be alarmed by his toothy appearance and sharp claws— despite his brute-like appearance, this surprisingly articulate, fifteen-foot-tall Troll just wants to befriend others and find himself a place to belong.

Interactions are open to any roleplayers in the Witcher or Tolkien legendarium who might be interested writing with troll/olog-hai Bruce!

🧡 Platonic

🩷 Crushing

(I'm happy for this to go any way, honestly. :3 @tearfulribbons)

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"Gangle, I... I had no idea you felt that way about me!" Wow, if she had a heart, it would probably be thumping out of her chest right now. Gosh! What a feeling!

She seems to realize that she was probably waiting for a response.

"I'd like that a lot, Ragatha," Gangle answered with a small but no less genuine smile on her face. Maybe they could get some ice cream together too, or turn it into a lunch date? As long as Ragatha was happy, Gangle would be happy too.

Caine was giving them a little time to do their own thing, after all, while he went to cook up some new adventures. And she wasn't really planning on doing much herself, unless Pomni wanted to hang out? Maybe it was luck that she ran into Gangle first?

"Okay." Gangle would be lying if she said she wasn't curious about what Ragatha had in mind. Her ribbon hand slipped into Ragatha's and loosely twined around her wrist, the silk caressing the rag doll's form in a way that was barely noticeable.

Not what he was hoping for, but it was also what he expected. A sigh left the rabbit, and a small ‘oof’ when he found himself knocked into, uprighting himself enough to barely hover his hands over her.

Still wasn’t the best with physical affection.

“It’s…fine, you’ll be fine…” He repeated the mantra, more to soothe himself than her.

He just sighed and looked for something nearby to calm her down. “What surprises are in your toy chest?” He reached into the bin, looking for things to keep her occupied.

The question wasn't fully comprehended by Gangle, but she did recognize it when Jax reached for the toy chest. She made a soft noise before reaching in clumsily and her ribbon hands brushed against soft purple fur. She pulled out a stuffed purple bunny and held it up so Jax could see. "JJ!" she announced with a giggle.

It’s far too late. He’s ruined everything, hasn’t he? It’s been so long since his friend has flinched at his voice, mask contorted up in fear. They were past that, and he brought it all back. There’s…no way to fix this, is there?

Caine’s own mouth goes dry, even as his eyes fight tears of regret. His voice is very quiet, and somber. “I…it’s a magical sketch pad…” he finally says, manifesting a beautifully crafted sketchbook, that he’d made for her…more personally with his own hands. Pom poms are glued on the cover, with a smattering of different colored glitter.

”…Anything you draw will come to life. I…I made it for you.” He sets it on the floor, and he doesn’t go near her. “B…before…everything.”

A baby’s mind was simpler to tend to. Caine still stayed by Gangle, not making a move to get too close and just…monitor to make sure she didn’t choke. He summoned her a blanket after a moment, a brightly colored quilt appeared. It was incredibly soft, each square having plenty of batting to them to make them cushioned.

”Here…..are you cold?”

Gangle couldn't answer that at the moment, but she was briefly distracted by the colorful quilt that appeared. She was still somewhat sniffly, of course, but she scooted forward a little towards the blanket. The little bundle of ribbons didn't want to let go of her bee, but she also wanted the blankie.