Ohmygosh I Can't Believe I Didn't Catch This Earlier! I Mean Just Look At It! It's Fantastic!

Ohmygosh I can't believe I didn't catch this earlier! I mean just look at it! It's fantastic!

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18 - A reaper

Sometimes, he was grateful for the solitude of his duties. 

The curse had been laid on him years ago to save his life (thought not without it’s costs), and he’d learned from experience to take on his responsibilities without the aid of another. It was never easy to take the soul of those whose lives had come to an end, and the pained faces of those not ready to leave and those who watched him work couldn’t be erased from his memories.

Lewis and Vivi had tried to assist him, at least by being there for moral support, but he couldn’t subject them to that anymore; to watching someone die. He knew it affected Lewis the worst, seeing someone pass on; after his own death, he could understand being squeamish. And many times, the ones he had to guide to the afterlife had not died kind deaths. After only a few, he’d chosen to perform his work without their assistance. They were happier, and he was content to see them as such.

It had been a tedious night, lasting long into the dawn. There had been a fire in an apartment complex, and he came home smelling like ash and cinders, face drawn and pale as was natural for him now. Several hadn’t escaped the flames, and his work had been cut out for him.

He rubbed at the circles beneath his eyes before releasing the shepherd’s crook that was his reaping tool of choice, preferring the gentle light and guidance to the violent threatening of the scythe. 

When released, the staff let out a jingle like a wind-chime, and vanished in a plume of darkness like that which clung to his person. The cloak was removed and hung over the back of his chair, before Arthur seated himself at the table with a can of iced tea from the fridge. He didn’t need it now, the curse leaving him like Lewis in a unliving state, but sometimes allowing himself the smaller pleasures made everything a little more bearable. The hiss was loud in the silent room as he popped the top, and took a long sip with a hum.

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!”

Hello!! I'm sorry this is so out of the blue but I just wanted to pop over and say that I love your art! Your style is so cute and I just adore the way you draw the Mystery Skulls gang. Keep being awesome, friend!

Thank you very much! That means a lot to me. Especially from someone I admire so much. You also never stop being awsome, friend! ^^

Been mulling over this idea where when Lewis rejoins mystery skulls. He'd kinda still be getting used to being around people who aren't dead. So once during a case Vivi or Arthur (probably Athur) gets injured. Sure it's not serious, but it sorta dawns on Lewis that his friends could get hurt or worse. So he starts acting like a team scout keeping the group away from danger as much as he can. As for traps he doesn't notice, like that spike trap, he'd be sure to act quickly, but there are probably way too many close calls. Let alone the trouble he'd have staring a traps that are very reminiscent of his own demise.

I love these dorks

I’ve been reading a lot of Mystery skulls fanfics and Well… I couldn’t help myself And Oh wow I’m not good at posting things in a timely manner