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This is a museum of motusinanis.

surprise, fellow kids. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of motusinanis

we just checked in on the #roleplay problems lmao tag after a break and now we remember why we went on the break in the first place.

forever yours,

the tumbeasts

memories

apparently, I joined this tumblr place at 07/09/2017 10:51:38 AM.

memories

hello motusinanis

motusinanis

{ this was, by far, the funniest and saddest memories tag to go through, not a single blog I recognized, but those fucking tags— }

#the river runs cold ;; ooc

plutoandpolaris

Seems like Dark is enjoying the new haircut.

(I just needed more causal Dark in my life, don’t @ me.)

#one mistake and i failed all ;; dark

fallskimarts-archive

Have I gone insane?…

There goes my sanity… Omg finally got this done!!! Finals kicked my ass, but not as much as this. So these are my first “professional” edits and I’m pretty proud of them. I’m an amateur at Photoshop, Premiere, and After Effects but I prevailed thanks to YouTube and my inspirations @lum1natrix and @markired :O <3

#one mistake and i failed all ;; dark #we can't fix or change each other ;; anti

To pretend that Anti wasn’t dangerous was like watching a rabid animal and acting as though it wouldn’t bite. But finding out exactly when and how and who it would bite was always the most interesting part.

Sometimes it had been him.

And the fights had been nothing less than intense. Dark would push too hard and Anti would give. Now he felt as though he knew the boundaries a little better, but not always. They clearly hadn’t killed each other, though that possibility was always up for grabs.

“yOu ArEn’T tHaT sPeCiAL.”

How untrue a statement could be. Not that Dark cared much for the glitch monstrosity, but to call him anything less than extraordinary would be a lie of the utmost proportions.

“yOu LooK LoSt. Or BoReD. wHiCh iS iT?”

#antieye #character tag pending ;;#something went wrong and here i am ;; main verse

{ no idea how I lost two followers but welcome back river lmao }

#the river runs cold ;; ooc

@fuzzydaydreams && cont. from here!

A knock at the door could have been anyone.

Most of the time it was a solicitor, asking ‘Mark Fischbach’ if he was interested in new cable, or better internet connection since they heard he was some big deal in some circles. Dark half expected to have to slam the door in some asshole saleman’s face and go about his day once again.

Half thrown together shell just to make him seem like MaRK for a first glance. If anyone was really looking for Dark, it wouldn’t be that much of a shock.

However, on the other side of the door wasn’t a salesman.

The sight of Valentina herself wasn’t too big of a shock, but seeing her in that state was. If he cared more for her as a person, he might have been infuriated. And while anger was a gut reaction as usual, it was still suppressed enough to motion her inside.

He’d have to get her cleaned up and make sure she was okay before doing anything else.

#character tag pending ;;#something went wrong and here i am ;; main verse #fuzzydaydreams

The void was not kind. Not to anyone. Even good soldiers.

Most regarded it as a form of travel and nothing more. The sensations that soldiers claimed to experience ranged from burning scars and drowning at the worst to empty hallways and being watched by looming eyes at best.

But there was never any negativity, no stir in Koσμος’ bones when falling through dimensions. It was almost like a second home to him.

Why was it that of all of the good soldiers, he found it the most welcoming and kind? Stepping out of the void was almost more painful than going in. As if he was stepping into air that was too cold when the void was just perfect.

Very little connected Koσμος to Ποτάμι. He wasn’t a fan of music, or water, but when he stepped into the void, something reminded him that his creator adored him. He never questioned the why of it, it was just the way that things were.

Coming back to the station was as it always was, save for the soft gasps.

The first assumption was that the creature the Captain had brought in was dead. Which would have been strange but ultimately fine overall. But all eyes were on the angel, which meant they watched as he breathed.

Then the gasps grew to whispers. Nothing came to the station that wasn’t brought in by a creator. Even the trainees came from one particular hallway. And nobody brought back souvenirs from missions, not even rocks or shells.

So what was this?

And how had it been allowed to the station?

#even paradise makes mistakes ;; alius #unseen unheard unknown ;; golden order verse

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{ you’re too sweet and ily lots <3 }

#greyxwings #the river runs cold ;; ooc #this is forever ;; saved

motusinanis

holiday hiatus ;; temporary notice

{ i’m so sorry for not being around guys. the holidays are so busy for me and i wasn’t expecting everything to happen that did. but i promise i’ll be around, if not sparingly.

i am still here. just not as often until the holidays are up. }

#the river runs cold ;; ooc #still am the captain ;; psa #wait a little longer ;; queue

Assumed to be an angel. That was... different.

Unexpected.

As long as he kept his wrists wrapped and his long sleeves on, maybe she’d never question her initial assessment. If she never saw gold, maybe she would never know.

“I’ve only been here long enough to see you fight, that’s it.”

Her wings were damaged and that was priority number one. If she couldn’t fly, she likely couldn’t fight the way that she needed to.

Not that Koσμος had any flight capability, but as long as he could access the void, he had that as his own means of travel, and even a potential weapon if anyone was unlucky enough to get warped in with him.

“You need to get your wing looked at.”

#fly strong and far ;; nehemiah #order is only so much ;; holy war verse

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's... a scary thing." (dont-shoot)

@dont-shooot

Koσμος could almost laugh at the messenger boy’s words. Of course, it was built into their very code to not be vulnerable.

Unseen, unheard, unknown.

The Golden Order were the species that could only die when their names were heard aloud. Blood was so horrifying as a concept that most soldiers believed sincerely that it genuinely meant death just to witness it on themselves or each other.

If there were creatures that could stand from being too safe, it was them.

“The world is scary. And sometimes you take risks, and sometimes they pay off. Sometimes they don’t.”

#character tag pending ;;#unseen unheard unknown ;; golden order verse

holiday hiatus ;; temporary notice

{ i'm so sorry for not being around guys. the holidays are so busy for me and i wasn't expecting everything to happen that did. but i promise i'll be around, if not sparingly.

i am still here. just not as often until the holidays are up. }

#the river runs cold ;; ooc #still am the captain ;; psa

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[ I’ll probably make a real promo at some point, but for now, would you mind liking or reblogging this if you’d be interested in rping with a Wilford Warfstache blog? I’ll check everybody out when I get a chance. ]

#this world is crowded enough ;; promo #{ follow this wilf they're great!! }

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