#mmvstr

[skul-the-terf-slayer]

JOIN OUR DISCORD, BOY. WE ARE A NORMAL RP SERVER.

[as-the-stars-foretold]

funniest image I've drawn in a long time

[purple-plaid-pencil]

Rhys stepped into Mica's cell, the place painfully empty. He inhaled, shuddering and choking up. It was a fairly painless execution, Mica properly dressed, hair combed, and a tired smile on his face. Oh, that poor soul. Rhys was considering going to Nemesis himself to break it to them. But first, Joe.

Rhys made his way to Joe's cell, feeling heavier by each step. He got there and knocked, then came in before he got an answer. There was Joseph, sitting in his tainted glory.

"Oh Faxon, I was starting to think you wouldn't show up to see me; I'm flattered by your time."

"Hi, Bombast." He sat down.

". . . Rhys?"

"Mica's gone, Joe." His voice broke at that. "He's not coming back."

"Oh." The silence spoke volumes as Joe moved closer to Rhys, putting an arm around him. His voice thickened as he spoke. "It'll be okay. You have something to fight for now."

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

hey

gimme an mmvstr hc (if you know what that is)

i do not know enough about it, so sorry soopy

[skul-the-terf-slayer]

read our stuff plz (coauthored by @as-the-stars-foretold, our brainchild)

[skul-the-terf-slayer]

hey

would people like to come and spectate an rp me and some moots are running atm? send an ask if your interested

[skul-the-terf-slayer]

yo

writing

have fun

[skul-the-terf-slayer]

Epimetheus: *just chilling in Engineering Wing 3*

Somewhere down the hall: *crashing of pots*

Epimetheus, grabbing his mace: If this place is haunted, these ghosts better be paying rent!

[as-the-stars-foretold]

All Hail the King

(rb > likes, click for better quality, close ups under the cut :)

[as-the-stars-foretold]

oh em gee another SONG?!?!?!?!?!?! an MMvsTR song?!?! at that???

[purple-plaid-pencil]

Mica stepped into the open. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and war was over. Both his, and the real one itself. Children were smiling in playgrounds. It had been years since he was outside. The first thing he did, the thing he promised himself to do, was go to Nyx's. He made his way down the familiar streets, breathing the fresh air. Once he found the right house (triple checked), he knocked. A moment, and there she was; eye circles gone and in her simple classic's major attire. The familiar voice almost lulled him to sleep. "Um . . . can I help you?" He froze. " . . . What?" "I don't really know you. Have we met somewhere?" Mica felt his heart shatter. He always knew that there was a small chance. A small chance that had turned into reality. He looked down, tears beginning to form, and stepped away, his back to Nyx's house. "No, I think this is the wrong house. Sorry."

[as-the-stars-foretold]

Et tu, Brute?

[as-the-stars-foretold]

give me horror writing prompts im in the mood to be insufferable about my horror enjoyment

[as-the-stars-foretold]

they're a symbiotic relationship or w/e

close ups under cut

[as-the-stars-foretold]

happy pride month guys