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// small ooc post

Hey! So!

I want to get Bingo to be able to interact more with others but its a little difficult cause I know a character that asks a lot of questions can be a bit annoying to some people—

So, if you’re okay with Bingo interacting with you and asking questions about things that would be considered “basic” knowledge to most then Reblog or Comment on this post!

Some background knowledge on Bingo is that she’s 14, has amnesia, is in an Old Western style PMD world, and is a human turned Pokemon surrounded by sentient Pokemon!

Trying to kick my anxiety of having her interact with others so hopefully this helps!

- Grim Mun (Mun behind Bingo)

#OOC

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[Photo: Demifiend laying face down in a hotel bed. She's giving the camera a thumbs up. Pixie's hand emerges from behind the camera, also giving a thumbs up.]

Musharna Unmail! A nightmare, or the seeds of one. Courtesy of the Faller Server Tower Confidante.

Thanks demi

#confidante unmail #demi.txt #pixie.txt #interaction #chaos-cousins #photos #//one day I will streamline my tagging system-

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Star Mail! A strawberry shortcake

Hiiiiii!! Have a cake!!

Thanks. I'm sure Pixie and Hua Po will enjoy this. I'm not much for sweets.

#asks #demi.txt #pkmn rp #pkmn irl

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Protecting Yourself from Fetish Mining.

The rise in fetish mining anons has become horrifically rampant over the past year in RPC. Unfortunately, many folks have fallen victim to them due to the nature of fetish miners. The purpose of this PSA is to aid in spotting fetish mining anons within the Tumblr RPC.

Before I continue, please proceed with caution as this topic is adult themed but is a PSA for everyone. I will not go into detail about any fetishes. To learn more about general fetish mining, and what to look out for, check out this detailed PSA by BeckiiCruel, and this PSA about fetish mining within the art community by BluSilurus.

What is Fetish Mining?

Fetish mining, within the Tumblr RPC, is the soliciting of fetish content through Tumblr's inbox via anonymous asks. These asks are sent without the receiver knowing their true purpose and without their informed consent.

People are allowed to have fetishes, but fetish miners thrive off their victims being unassuming and unable to give informed consent. Fetish mining is a nonconsensual fetish and exploits their victims into giving them fetish content.

What to Look For.

Fetish miners within the Tumblr RPC use the anonymous inbox feature to conceal their identity, evade accountability for their actions, and come off as nonthreatening. They'll most likely come off as playful and exploit the fun in receiving anonymous asks within the RPC.

Fetish miners prefer targeting SFW blogs over NSFW ones. Why? Fetish miners want to claim their asks are not of fetishistic nature and to deny the receiver consent. They rely on plausible deniability in order to continue sending asks to their victims.

Please note that anything can be a fetish. Fetish mining asks will appear as innocent as possible to trick unassuming victims into giving them fetish content. They can also be super subtle or extremely obvious. Here are a few behaviors and examples of what to look for:

– Persistent or fixated on the same topic, action, request, or question over an over again. – Pressuring the receiver to answer the ask/s in a playful manner. – Pulling or stomping on a muse's tail, limb, hair, etc. – Putting your muse in a scenario where they're stuck in something. – Transforming your muse into an object, creature, or adding new features. – Cloning a muse repeatedly over several asks. – Feeding a muse over several asks. – Tickling a muse over several asks. – Fixating on muse's underwear, shoes, or other specific garments. – Wanting a scenario of a muse's scent or smell in detail. – Any kind of bathroom talk, including the discussion of diapers, the sender wetting themselves, discussion of any bodily fluid, and so forth. – Giving a muse a kind of potion, magic etc, that will force the muse into their desired effect ( changing their size, making them pregnant, expanding or shrinking certain body parts, laughing fits, the muse becomes lustful, or anything listed above, etc. ). – Super detailed scenarios featuring any of the listed topics that is without any plotting or context. – And much more as anything can be a fetish.

All instances above have been reported in the RPC throughout the years. Here is a Google document with current records given by victims. Please take a look to see real examples of fetish mining. You are free to submit your own instances if you have the victims consent. Instructions on how to do so are in the document.

How to Protect Yourself.

If an ask feels off to you, trust your gut. You do not need to answer every ask that comes into your inbox. If you're still uncertain check with trusted friends, or cross check the Google document listed above. Block any anon that makes you feel off, uneasy, or unsafe. Set your own boundaries, but be warned, fetish miners will not respect them if you leave them unblocked.

If you feel you must answer the ask, take a screenshot, block the anon, and then put the screenshot and your answer in a seperate post. Remember anons must be a member of the tumblr community. Unless they have another account, blocking them will keep you safe from further fetish mining attempts.

If you think someone is being fetish mined please reach out to them and inform them. Victims rarely realize they're nonconsensually playing into someone's fetish. Victims should not be shamed or told they should know better. Stay vigilant and stay safe. Look out for your fellow rper if you see anything that could be fetish mining.

#PSA #OOC

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It's a weird but wonderful multiverse we all live in.

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Found... probably my phone.

Where was it? And why do you say probably.

Just... in the shrubs. And, uh. Just... look at it, really.

... I mean. I doubt anyone's lost their phone recently enough for it to still be pristine in this... random stretch of woods, but...

Mmhm.

...

You gonna start crying on me again?

[scoff] No, I'm not going to start crying again. I'm fine.

You sure? You still look pretty teary.

Literally fuck all the way off- We have better things to worry about.

True enough. So... Step one, I guess, is...

Where the hell even are we?

#promo #//i have too many blogs #//anyway go look at my bastards.

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Okay so. I have a friend who is struggling with depression and keeps getting flirted with by lesbians who say they’re pre ordering, and he tends to wear oversized hoodies and

Look. I’m not saying my friend would be happier as a girl. But how do I get him to at least consider it? How did it go for you?

Anon I transitioned around a bunch of straight up genuine demons, I don't think I'm the trans woman you should be going to for this.

Maybe ward off the fucking lesbians, though, that's a good jumping point. How would you feel if a stranger came up to you and hit on you acting like they knew you better than you know yourself? Pretty fucking bad, methinks.

Alternatively, have a conversation with your friend instead of asking me, a stranger and demon on the internet.

#asks #demi.txt #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #//jsyk all of these kinds of questions are getting treated like this. #//she is a) a demon b) extremely fucking weird and c) played by a transmasc.

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what do u think makes smth human

Nuance.

#asks #demi.txt #pkmn irl #pkmn rp

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This you?

https://youtu.be/Yv-94vqASKQ?si=RQ8BQ28YTclcD6Ii

KJASDBFKJASDFAS

God. He's not my wife but. yeah. Yeah it me. I miss my demon hunter, anon. I miss him a lot. I'll be back.

#asks #demi.txt #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #//CACKLING

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.... I miss Dante.

#demi.txt #pkmn irl #pkmn rp

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Lady the Floatzel is VERY interested in the egg. Lots of sniffing. I think maybe they are part of the same egg group? And I looked up the Floatzel/Buizel egg group a while ago, so either Water 1 or Field.

Or maybe I'm totally wrong and Pokemon are more generally maternal than I'm giving Lady and her very adventurous snuffly snout credit for.

#demi.txt #pkmn irl #pkmn rp

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Pelipper mail! A dark colored egg with white speckles! Safely enclosed in an incubator.

Wh!!!!! Egg?????? Egg???????? you can just MAIL SOMEONE AN EGG???????

I mean- fucking- free baby, absolutely your loss whoever you are.

I am going to hatch the fuck out of this egg.

Someone just sent you an egg??

Apparently! My egg now.

#asks #mail #demi.txt #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #dawn.cam

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I'm apologizing anyway, and you can't stop me. I feel bad about it. I am extremely sorry you had to experience it.

Musharna Malice! Someone else's memory.

You step forward, despite the foreboding that licks over your bones, into the room that seems to ooze it like nothing else. And as the door slams shut behind you, you're wracked with a fit of dizziness that drives you to your knees and then-

You blink, and you're standing before a trio of entities.

A Girimehkala, larger and stronger than you've ever laid eyes on before. Cu Chulainn, armor polished, posture straight, stare icy, spear's lethal edge glimmering in the low light.

And a shirtless young man, covered in tattoos from head to toe. They're ink black, but outlined in a vivid, beautiful sea glass teal that glows starkly. His eyes glow a sick, poison yellow that casts his face starkly.

His face is... blank, neatly set. There's a glimmer of interest in those poison yellow eyes, and his posture is one of someone excited for a fight despite the empty look painted across his face. And then, suddenly, as those eyes flick across your party, the excitement is replaced by annoyance.

It's hard to quantify the feeling. One moment you're standing there, reeling, preparing for battle, the next you're choking on the horror that you have offended something miles upon stronger than you are- stronger than you are ever capable of being. It feels a little like dying and a little like being like prey and a lot like watching a supernova in real time.

His eyes close, and you watch his shoulders rise with a deep breath as his hands and arms come up to frame his face, fingers curled into claws, then his eyes open. Poison yellow seems to bore into your soul, and then poison yellow swirls searing blood red and you're simply locked on the spot in pure, unfiltered, unadulterated terror. His arms shift, and he lifts them above his head with one hand wrapped around the other forearm, before falling back open.

He leans backwards, arching in a way that even around your terror you find nearly sickeningly deep, arms on either side of him, palms upturned with his fingers still curled like claws.

And the ground seems to break apart with the wrath of God itself. Divine light sears through you, your scream stuck in your throat as you crumple and it continues to rip through you and rip you apart for what feels like uncountable hours-

Then it stops, and you can taste your death coming, mere seconds away, darkness encroaching. Then you hear a voice. A man's voice, smooth and rich, like silk and dark chocolate.

"Was that truly necessary, Demi-Fiend?"

The darkness washes higher, and you only barely catch a ruined, gravelly voice clearly seeped in annoyance spit back-

"They came to fight as cheaters, I only treated them as they were."

Then the darkness swallows you whole-

-And you jerk awake, heart in your throat, still swallowed by steadily cooling fear.

Fucking. Ow.

Like. Shit, I think that was worse than being hit with attacks beyond my comprehension? I think I'd rather have not be able to comprehend that.

...I'm not even sure if Margaret could beat her.

#demi.txt #interaction #chaos-cousins

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It's an incredibly fucked up nightmare that you didn't need to experience.

You could've gotten a new appreciation of the extent of my abilities without getting killed in your dreams by a memory of me :/ I'm still really sorry about it.

If it's any consolation as far as I understand you have a fair chance of hurting me on your own if push comes to shove. I am not particularly immune to Gun.

Musharna Malice! Someone else's memory.

You step forward, despite the foreboding that licks over your bones, into the room that seems to ooze it like nothing else. And as the door slams shut behind you, you're wracked with a fit of dizziness that drives you to your knees and then-

You blink, and you're standing before a trio of entities.

A Girimehkala, larger and stronger than you've ever laid eyes on before. Cu Chulainn, armor polished, posture straight, stare icy, spear's lethal edge glimmering in the low light.

And a shirtless young man, covered in tattoos from head to toe. They're ink black, but outlined in a vivid, beautiful sea glass teal that glows starkly. His eyes glow a sick, poison yellow that casts his face starkly.

His face is... blank, neatly set. There's a glimmer of interest in those poison yellow eyes, and his posture is one of someone excited for a fight despite the empty look painted across his face. And then, suddenly, as those eyes flick across your party, the excitement is replaced by annoyance.

It's hard to quantify the feeling. One moment you're standing there, reeling, preparing for battle, the next you're choking on the horror that you have offended something miles upon stronger than you are- stronger than you are ever capable of being. It feels a little like dying and a little like being like prey and a lot like watching a supernova in real time.

His eyes close, and you watch his shoulders rise with a deep breath as his hands and arms come up to frame his face, fingers curled into claws, then his eyes open. Poison yellow seems to bore into your soul, and then poison yellow swirls searing blood red and you're simply locked on the spot in pure, unfiltered, unadulterated terror. His arms shift, and he lifts them above his head with one hand wrapped around the other forearm, before falling back open.

He leans backwards, arching in a way that even around your terror you find nearly sickeningly deep, arms on either side of him, palms upturned with his fingers still curled like claws.

And the ground seems to break apart with the wrath of God itself. Divine light sears through you, your scream stuck in your throat as you crumple and it continues to rip through you and rip you apart for what feels like uncountable hours-

Then it stops, and you can taste your death coming, mere seconds away, darkness encroaching. Then you hear a voice. A man's voice, smooth and rich, like silk and dark chocolate.

"Was that truly necessary, Demi-Fiend?"

The darkness washes higher, and you only barely catch a ruined, gravelly voice clearly seeped in annoyance spit back-

"They came to fight as cheaters, I only treated them as they were."

Then the darkness swallows you whole-

-And you jerk awake, heart in your throat, still swallowed by steadily cooling fear.

Fucking. Ow.

Like. Shit, I think that was worse than being hit with attacks beyond my comprehension? I think I'd rather have not be able to comprehend that.

...I'm not even sure if Margaret could beat her.

#demi.txt #interaction #chaos-cousins #//demi feels SO BAD man. #//as bad as she *can* feel at least. #//she's trying.

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pelipper mail: a black button down shirt, modified to be backless. It’s got a print of blue and purple jellyfish on it, and looks like it would be worn by either a bisexual animal crossing enthusiast or an aquarium tour guide who loves their job.

fwhuegh- I do not think dropping your package on the recipient's head is-

Oh, hell yeah, this shirt is ridiculous. Putting it on immediately.

#asks #mail #demi.txt #pkmn irl #pkmn rp

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Jesus, Ren, I'm really sorry.

I have no idea why you got something like this, if it was meant to be some kind of punishment it definitely should've been me.

I only pull out Gaea Rage at full power when one of them comes back- it's not a permanent thing, even if it's painful. And I wouldn't pull out Gaea Rage against Persona users if we ever had to fight, it would be more cruel than I'm willing to stand.

Musharna Malice! Someone else's memory.

You step forward, despite the foreboding that licks over your bones, into the room that seems to ooze it like nothing else. And as the door slams shut behind you, you're wracked with a fit of dizziness that drives you to your knees and then-

You blink, and you're standing before a trio of entities.

A Girimehkala, larger and stronger than you've ever laid eyes on before. Cu Chulainn, armor polished, posture straight, stare icy, spear's lethal edge glimmering in the low light.

And a shirtless young man, covered in tattoos from head to toe. They're ink black, but outlined in a vivid, beautiful sea glass teal that glows starkly. His eyes glow a sick, poison yellow that casts his face starkly.

His face is... blank, neatly set. There's a glimmer of interest in those poison yellow eyes, and his posture is one of someone excited for a fight despite the empty look painted across his face. And then, suddenly, as those eyes flick across your party, the excitement is replaced by annoyance.

It's hard to quantify the feeling. One moment you're standing there, reeling, preparing for battle, the next you're choking on the horror that you have offended something miles upon stronger than you are- stronger than you are ever capable of being. It feels a little like dying and a little like being like prey and a lot like watching a supernova in real time.

His eyes close, and you watch his shoulders rise with a deep breath as his hands and arms come up to frame his face, fingers curled into claws, then his eyes open. Poison yellow seems to bore into your soul, and then poison yellow swirls searing blood red and you're simply locked on the spot in pure, unfiltered, unadulterated terror. His arms shift, and he lifts them above his head with one hand wrapped around the other forearm, before falling back open.

He leans backwards, arching in a way that even around your terror you find nearly sickeningly deep, arms on either side of him, palms upturned with his fingers still curled like claws.

And the ground seems to break apart with the wrath of God itself. Divine light sears through you, your scream stuck in your throat as you crumple and it continues to rip through you and rip you apart for what feels like uncountable hours-

Then it stops, and you can taste your death coming, mere seconds away, darkness encroaching. Then you hear a voice. A man's voice, smooth and rich, like silk and dark chocolate.

"Was that truly necessary, Demi-Fiend?"

The darkness washes higher, and you only barely catch a ruined, gravelly voice clearly seeped in annoyance spit back-

"They came to fight as cheaters, I only treated them as they were."

Then the darkness swallows you whole-

-And you jerk awake, heart in your throat, still swallowed by steadily cooling fear.

Fucking. Ow.

Like. Shit, I think that was worse than being hit with attacks beyond my comprehension? I think I'd rather have not be able to comprehend that.

...I'm not even sure if Margaret could beat her.

#demi.txt #interaction #chaos-cousins #//she is trying her best to have genuine apologetic feelings bc she does feel bad <3 #//also #nightmares

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Sorry, what, why are you on that list. Hold on.

You 🤝 The Demon Buster 🤝 The Nahobino 🤝 The Embryon tribe

Getting to experience getting Obliterated by The Demi-Fiend

Fun

I dont know those people

#demi.txt #interaction #chaos-cousins #//local demon suddenly very alarmed