Thought Some Folks Would Like A Clean Version Of The Story Cover Of One Drink Too Many.

Thought some folks would like a clean version of the story cover of “One Drink Too Many. ”

Also haven’t updated in a while so ;-; Plus I actually liked how this turned out!

When are you going to finish you underswap comic?

That comic's not going to continue, I thought I had expressed this. I'm sorry if it was something a lot of folks liked, but due to bad scripting and lack of motivation it won't be continuing. Sorry to disappoint. ^^"

This needed to happen

I'm MSA friendly! I should reblog this! Plus thier stuff's great! I'd love to get to know them.

*And thus they reblogged it*

Art by ectoimp

“Hey everyone! Name is @arthur-tristan-kingsmen, but most people call me Arthur, Art, or a pain in the ass, haha. If you’re a MSA roleplaying blog or MSA friendly, would you mind liking and/or reblogging this? I’d love to get a chance to meet more people even if that person’s another me!”

Lew and his sisters Belle, Cayenne, and Paprika.

One Step Back: Stepping Back

Written by @providentially-demonic​

// AHHH this is really really good! If anyone was curious about the verse called One Step Back, this is the origin of that! We came up with a lot of it together, and while she’d disagree and say it was both of ours, she did like 89% of the writing so full credit goes to her for this. Thank you!

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Arthur turned the van off and hopped out before Vivi could corral him into carrying in the cursed painting they’d been hired to deal with. Even though she had sealed it, the damned thing still gave him the creeps. And he was tired, so very tired, of being the target of every supernatural thing in the area.

He deliberately didn’t look back at Lewis. He didn’t want to see the glare the ghost would likely be sending his way.

Vivi had tried to get him to stop when he’d tried to hurry inside, and he flinched away, his chin dropping to his chest. The saddened gaze the action was met with filled him with something cold, his insides turning hollow. He had belted out a short apology before walking, practically running, away. He didn’t want to hear Lewis snapping at him for talking to her like he had. He didn’t want to see her pity and determination. She wanted to further fix what they had salvaged.

He wasn’t sure they could.

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