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@mrmythicals4us
Introduction
Hello, everyone! Usually I wouldnt do this, but being a famous author such as myself, I figured it was about time I have an "online presence". Shelby helped me set this up!
I still prefer when people would just send me letters, but since no one does that anymore, this seems like a pretty good alternative ...
Anyway, ask me whatever you want!! And dont be shy to ask for an autograph!
With love,
-M
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I had 99+ notifications and most of them were from you <3
IM SORRY YOUR BLOG IS COOL AND YOURE AWESOME OKAY
non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc
[Mythicaltreebark starter with @vampiressmpswapau and @mrmythicals4us ]
[Au where martyn starts out as a vampire]
[somewhere in / before ep 2]
The sun is well past high, starting to disappear over the trees that surround the town, casting shadows over the more covered areas.
Renhardt is stood near the town beacon, his arms folded tightly, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.
He's squinting, his eyebrows furrowed. He's deep in thought.
He shifts his weight, licking his lips and biting his cheek.
"Specs!"
Martyn seemingly appears out of nowhere, staring intently at him.
He suddenly turned a little serious, "Sausage n' I wanna talk to ya."
"Yes, indeed, but- just.." The writer was scribbling in his book as he slowly approached behind Martyn. He then glanced up at Renhardt.
"Hm.. you've got a perfect 'im thinking about deep dark secrets' stance. We can talk later, care to share your thoughts, Ren?" He grinned, hoping to draw even a little out of the mysterious old soul he was now sharing a town with.
Renhardt turns as Martyn approaches, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.
He huffs a laugh at Sausages remark and turns back to the beacon. "Well," he starts, "I was wondering what 'magic' works these beacons"
He sighs, putting his hands to his hips. "I've got no real theory, just... Well, I've seen some things in my time, nothing like this though..." He shrugs, after a moment and looks at Martyn.
"But what was it you wanted to talk about, mr. Woodhurst? You seemed quite eager to speak, don't ya know?"
[edit- just realised you might have not gotten the notification idk but just incase @vampiressmpswapau ]
Martyn deflates a little, glancing away. He seems troubled.
"Nevermind, it's fine. Anyway– Do you think there's something like a, uh... Higher being, controlling these things? Or maybe they're like candles, and need to be put out?"
He wondered, gesturing to the general direction of the beacons.
@mrmythical4us
"Ooh! Like some form of beacon god? Maybe multiple gods? That would be good.." The writer made an excited chuckle, then continued to scribble in his book, glancing up every few seconds at the beacon. He seemed a little put off by it, but he was obviously not saying anything about it.
He also flicked a glance at Martyn. He, not knowing entirely how to encourage the other, gave him the most reassuring elbow-to-the-shoulder he could manage and a small(er) smile.
//sorry! I didnt see it on Ren's and I just assumed you hadn't replied yet, totally my bad :')
//@renhardt-dogmournes-cabin
"maybe...?" Renhart remarks to the theories. "Maybe, Cleo would have some information on them, her family was from Oakhurst, no?"
"But, are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about, Mr. Woodhurst?" He fully turns his body to the others, uncrossing his arms momentarily to push his falling glasses back up. "You two came over here in quite a hurry, don't y'know?" He gives a soft, and encouraging look.
[ @vampiressmpswapau ]
Martyn glances away, eyes flickering to the beacon.
He shook his head, pale blonde hair swishing a bit in the wind. "Eh–... I'm sure it's fine– Don't worry about it."
The holy magic radiating from the beacon annoyed Martyn. Made him feel itchy– but it's not like it hurt, so the urge to turn it wasn't too hard to mentally fight against.
And it's also not like he'd hurt anyone if he ever got outed. He just hoped no one hurt him.
@mrmythicals4us
Sausage gave Martyn a slightly exasperated look. He knew it was probably hard, but the only bad thing about it was how Renhardt hated vampires.. right? I mean- maybe if Martyn just told him, he'd warm up to the idea?
He let out a sigh. "Anyway- uhm.. How are you two's houses coming along? I heard the town was starting to be fixed, but it doesn't exactly look like it, does it?" M attempted to change the subject. He hoped Martyn would tell him later, mostly because he wasnt sure how much longer he could go before he blabber to someone about how his "best friend was a vampire" or something. Especially to Shelby, with both Martyn being one amd the confirmation that the creatures he'd spent years and years fantasizing over were real. Just the thought made his writing hand ache!
// @renhardt-dogmournes-cabin
(shhh I didnt tag the wrong person shh nope..)
[Mythicaltreebark starter with @vampiressmpswapau and @mrmythicals4us ]
[Au where martyn starts out as a vampire]
[somewhere in / before ep 2]
The sun is well past high, starting to disappear over the trees that surround the town, casting shadows over the more covered areas.
Renhardt is stood near the town beacon, his arms folded tightly, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.
He's squinting, his eyebrows furrowed. He's deep in thought.
He shifts his weight, licking his lips and biting his cheek.
"Specs!"
Martyn seemingly appears out of nowhere, staring intently at him.
He suddenly turned a little serious, "Sausage n' I wanna talk to ya."
"Yes, indeed, but- just.." The writer was scribbling in his book as he slowly approached behind Martyn. He then glanced up at Renhardt.
"Hm.. you've got a perfect 'im thinking about deep dark secrets' stance. We can talk later, care to share your thoughts, Ren?" He grinned, hoping to draw even a little out of the mysterious old soul he was now sharing a town with.
Renhardt turns as Martyn approaches, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.
He huffs a laugh at Sausages remark and turns back to the beacon. "Well," he starts, "I was wondering what 'magic' works these beacons"
He sighs, putting his hands to his hips. "I've got no real theory, just... Well, I've seen some things in my time, nothing like this though..." He shrugs, after a moment and looks at Martyn.
"But what was it you wanted to talk about, mr. Woodhurst? You seemed quite eager to speak, don't ya know?"
[edit- just realised you might have not gotten the notification idk but just incase @vampiressmpswapau ]
Martyn deflates a little, glancing away. He seems troubled.
"Nevermind, it's fine. Anyway– Do you think there's something like a, uh... Higher being, controlling these things? Or maybe they're like candles, and need to be put out?"
He wondered, gesturing to the general direction of the beacons.
@mrmythical4us
"Ooh! Like some form of beacon god? Maybe multiple gods? That would be good.." The writer made an excited chuckle, then continued to scribble in his book, glancing up every few seconds at the beacon. He seemed a little put off by it, but he was obviously not saying anything about it.
He also flicked a glance at Martyn. He, not knowing entirely how to encourage the other, gave him the most reassuring elbow-to-the-shoulder he could manage and a small(er) smile.
//sorry! I didnt see it on Ren's and I just assumed you hadn't replied yet, totally my bad :')
//@renhardt-dogmournes-cabin
[Mythicaltreebark starter with @vampiressmpswapau and @mrmythicals4us ]
[Au where martyn starts out as a vampire]
[somewhere in / before ep 2]
The sun is well past high, starting to disappear over the trees that surround the town, casting shadows over the more covered areas.
Renhardt is stood near the town beacon, his arms folded tightly, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.
He's squinting, his eyebrows furrowed. He's deep in thought.
He shifts his weight, licking his lips and biting his cheek.
"Specs!"
Martyn seemingly appears out of nowhere, staring intently at him.
He suddenly turned a little serious, "Sausage n' I wanna talk to ya."
"Yes, indeed, but- just.." The writer was scribbling in his book as he slowly approached behind Martyn. He then glanced up at Renhardt.
"Hm.. you've got a perfect 'im thinking about deep dark secrets' stance. We can talk later, care to share your thoughts, Ren?" He grinned, hoping to draw even a little out of the mysterious old soul he was now sharing a town with.
Renhardt turns as Martyn approaches, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.
He huffs a laugh at Sausages remark and turns back to the beacon. "Well," he starts, "I was wondering what 'magic' works these beacons"
He sighs, putting his hands to his hips. "I've got no real theory, just... Well, I've seen some things in my time, nothing like this though..." He shrugs, after a moment and looks at Martyn.
"But what was it you wanted to talk about, mr. Woodhurst? You seemed quite eager to speak, don't ya know?"
[edit- just realised you might have not gotten the notification idk but just incase @vampiressmpswapau ]
Martyn deflates a little, glancing away. He seems troubled.
"Nevermind, it's fine. Anyway– Do you think there's something like a, uh... Higher being, controlling these things? Or maybe they're like candles, and need to be put out?"
He wondered, gesturing to the general direction of the beacons.
@mrmythical4us
Hi hi!!
I started a discord server for people to roleplay(or just chill!) as LIFE SERIES, EMPIRES SMP, POWCREATIONS, AND HERMITCRAFT characters!!!
A minecraft server will also be added, dont be shy!! <3
https://discord.gg/xNRknVGU
More roleplay channels will be added later!!
Characters taken: Gem, Scott, Etho, Grian, and Sausage
(its very new lol)
OH MY GOD IM SORRY I FORGOT A LITTLE NEW LINK NEW LINK!!
hahaha this is great
When you see it, REBLOG IT.
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THIS IS A VERY IMPORTANT POST. REBLOG IT IF YOU CAN.
Do it, no matter your ‘blog type’ because you never know who might need it
Wow. I wonder if there are numbers to call about anxiety and just chit chat.
reblog cause you will never know who’ll need it even if they don’t say!
[Mythicaltreebark starter with @vampiressmpswapau and @mrmythicals4us ]
[Au where martyn starts out as a vampire]
[somewhere in / before ep 2]
The sun is well past high, starting to disappear over the trees that surround the town, casting shadows over the more covered areas.
Renhardt is stood near the town beacon, his arms folded tightly, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.
He's squinting, his eyebrows furrowed. He's deep in thought.
He shifts his weight, licking his lips and biting his cheek.
"Specs!"
Martyn seemingly appears out of nowhere, staring intently at him.
He suddenly turned a little serious, "Sausage n' I wanna talk to ya."
"Yes, indeed, but- just.." The writer was scribbling in his book as he slowly approached behind Martyn. He then glanced up at Renhardt.
"Hm.. you've got a perfect 'im thinking about deep dark secrets' stance. We can talk later, care to share your thoughts, Ren?" He grinned, hoping to draw even a little out of the mysterious old soul he was now sharing a town with.
noooo avid dont burn down shelby's house and create parallels with your sworn enemy noooooo
im insane im insane im insane im insane im insane
the burning of shelby’s house pumpkin
sometimes you forget you're watching minecraft rp and then something happens that jolts you back to awareness of how silly it looks
so this is basically how that town meeting went right
(this idea was sent to me by the wonderful @opalwhisker based on an excellent post by @sometimes-petty, thanks so much Opal!)
