Discussing the past, the present, and the future of this blog !!~
Kumusta! You may have previously known me as megchanowo. I wrote for the Roblox Myths community a few years ago. For reference, I am in college currently studying pre-medicine so I no longer write per request on any blog or websites you can find me on. I am still a hobbyist writer, just when I would like to be, Lolol.
It was a big decision whether I should keep this blog up or not. I wanted to use this account still, but I also didn’t want to remove my works because I still get notes on them of people enjoying it! (Thank you so much) so I will simply have my mlist from then linked right here!
Please read to your hearts content! However, I am using this blog simply as a personal one or to dump some oc art or writing :] it’s a pleasure to have you, and if you choose to stay then that would also be lovely. Thanks for reading!!!! <3
HAYDEN AND QUIRI SJABAJWJKAAS I love you fr thank yu 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 seriously I am feral for these two it’s like an ethereal experience getting to see them in a style that isn’t my own lolol
Sure! I’m more familiar with Chuck Lloyd, but if anyone requested any of the other characters, I’m open to doing some research or hearing background from you guys!
Hello everyone, I’m sure that an original myth story wasn’t what you had expected. I thought I would share what I have been working on in class with you all! This is a roblox-myth inspired work with my friends’ and my original characters. Don’t feel obligated to read it! Please let me know what you all think, this story will live off of it.
But, fanfics will come back eventually. Again, I’m so sorry for leaving you guys in the dark for most of the summer. For now, enjoy!
Curses
EP 1: FIRE
Cars whiz by a newly-hit deer carcass. Its thin legs were askew across the gravel shoulder, tongue hanging lopsidedly out from its snout. Night had finally fallen when flies began to congregate around it. The buzz of the flies faded away upon hearing crackling of branches coming from the deep forest lining the shoulder of the road. From the leaves emerges a white figure. They came and went quickly, evading the oncoming lights of cars.
Traveling back into the forest, the white figure finally emerged into a clearing, with several seven-foot stones outlining its shape. They stepped forward, a transparent blob held snug in their arms. They stepped forward, placing it in the middle of the clearing. It quickly dissolved into the ground, leaving behind a circle of blue light emitting from the ground. Instinctively, they turned their head to one of the stones reading “cervus,” where the head of a translucent deer peaked around it. The creature tilted its head to them, flicking its ears back in wonder while they reached a hand out to it.
Whilst gingerly cupping the deer’s slender head with one hand, another humanoid figure slipped out of the darkness. This figure, much different from the first, was completely dark in color and bore much different items.
This new entity stalked its way up to the pair and chided, “Another deer hit, I assume,” they shook their head, “I know how much you adore those.”
“You’ve returned from your exposition!” The white figure whirled around, “and yes, I’ve been getting one every day as of late.”
The black one sighed, also reaching up to stroke the spirit. In comparison to the others’ hand, theirs was much softer and only lingered for a second. Once their hand left its fur, it scampered off, around the stones and into the woods to join the others. Leaving just the two of them, they both stared knowingly into the direction where its spirit had disappeared.
“Agent 380, your list has been updated.” An automated voice spoke into a headset, attached to the side of a young woman’s head. She pulled loose a few strands of black hair, in order to access the couple buttons on the side of her headset, letting the agency know that the message was received. She moved her gaze down to her tablet, accessing the so-called list. Within it, was a document showing the study of an area that was in high suspicion of inhuman activities— more commonly addressed as anomalies.
She tapped through the list, reading through the new entries from agents below her. Sooner or later, she would have to begin planning an infiltration on the site, alone.
For now, she opted to turn her focus on gathering more information through outside sources. The agent made her way through the gray walls of the facility, until reaching the outside entrance and finding her car. She was along the barriers of the area of suspicion— a large, dense forest. She narrowed her eye at the sight, opting to drive on the lane furthest away from the tree line as one of the suspect notions were, quoted, “Many people have crossed the tree line, usually by foot, and never sought foot out of it.” It wasn’t that Agent 380 was scared, but rather cautious. Every agent sent on this mission before disappeared with no trace, except for a common factor: they were all too hasty with their decisions. But, she herself vowed to be patient. And, she felt the time to enter the site was far from arriving. Instead, she would investigate as much as she could around the forest instead of within.
She swung her car between faded parking lines, throwing the car door open and entering the tavern. She took a look at the surroundings of it— realizing that there were barely any people inside. She cleared her throat awkwardly, shuffling into a seat at the bar. With the liminal people frequenting, the bartender was quick to take her order.
“Welcome to Sylum tavern, Miss…” The scruff man trailed off as his eyes caught the reflection of light off of her badge. He cleared his throat and stepped in the back, leaving the agent confused.
Not long after, another tall man— however not as bulky nor hairy as the first stepped out, greeted her much more confidently: “Welcome to the tavern, however I suspect you aren’t here for drinks.”
She narrowed her eyes in response to the odd and specific greeting, but replied coldly, “Actually, I wouldn’t mind something while we talk.”
He laughed thoughtfully while preparing her drink, “But I understand Agents shouldn’t drink while they’re on a case?” She paid that statement no mind as she received her drink, gingerly sipping it while the new bartender sat, complacent to her questioning.
“I understand that you people are the closest building to this forest, correct?” She got straight to the point, looking up at him with a challenging gaze. He only nodded while absentmindedly readying another glass. She continued with a cough, “You must know someone who has been in and out of there, alive.”
It took him a long while to answer. The agent knew he wasn’t ignoring her, but rather choosing his words carefully. It was pretty obvious that at least one person had been inside the forest but moreover vowed to keep quiet about its contents, in fear of people such as herself for coming after them. Finally, he spoke, “One of our regulars– the one who actually inspired the bar’s new name, has been inside and out. Frankly, I see her enter frequently. But, I’ve never seen her exit from the way she came.”
The agent listened with tentative ears. If it were any other case, she would be vigorously scratching away at her notepad but this time she wanted to make it appear that this matter was more casual than it was. Luckily for her, she can thank her good memory.
“Where can I find her?” She quickly asked after surveying he was done with his little speech.
He returned in a grumble, “My best guess would be that she is still in the forest. The only way I can imagine you’d find her is by frequenting here.” And, by his tone, she could definitely hear the regret of mentioning the idea of her staying around. She knew that she carried an intimidating aura, but her profession called for it.
“Then expect me around, then.” She said plainly, finishing off the glass hastily and power-walking out the door.
There had been frustration swirling around her eyes, and the exhilaration of a new lead– one that no one had come across yet, sent waves of energy greater than any amount of caffeine could bring her.
I know you haven’t posted in awhile but seeing your work so many times got me to liking the days union (the roblox myth one) again. Thank you for making fanfics about the myth. I adore your writing and I shouldn’t be saying this but I really hope that you continue your writing. And if that’s not possible then thank you for giving us fanfics about the days union.
- new anon 🪶
I’ve read your work sm times that I can’t help but create scenarios on my head with the days union..
Hi 🪶 anon!
I’m very happy to hear about your love for my writing ❤️ and I feel like I owe you guys an explanation of my absence:
For one, my motivation has been down since starting school again. My writing’s been elsewhere as I’ve joined a creative writing class(which I love). Also, someone within the Days’ Union myth itself reach out to me concerning some work(nothing bad, just letting my know of the people who run the characters’ boundaries + how not to overstep). But I want to be able to respect that!
Anyway, this blog isn’t totally dead. I’ll still be talking with you guys now and again and perhaps some fanfics for myths within a few months. But it’s nice to know there’s still some supporters out there!! On that note, thank you guys for 100 followers ! I wish I had something to offer you guys as thanks but it’s been hard to write fandom stuff.
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