Roblox Myths Fanart Novels & Stories

Ryan nods at his boss, the latter swaps their slide— the title in bold, premium font reads 'Pros & Cons of Myths & Magic. "By implementing precise parameters and conducting thoughtful user education, our ultimate aim is to foster an environment where each individual feels not only included but also profoundly respected within their respective myth-based communities," Ryan brings to light the 'pros & cons' slide, "According to the datas, the pros are: people will feel more involved, people will feel more belonging, people will not feel insecure about their beliefs, and people can find themselves loving without the fear of judgement.

“Well, that's just the tale I hear from himself.” They look each other, gone the differences, and exclaimed to their heart content their discontentment. “You liar!” I clutch my chest, able to analyze where they come from. Especially the silent one who's name Haru gives me more than what I'm needed. I assume they are talking that man...I'm barely able to know. “Arsy, huh?” I smiled, waiting for the four to disappear behind the walls. “Gab's ...big bro?” I know them...except they have a change of identity. Or am I wrong that I know this people? Yet Gab...haven't change his.

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

said Leon. "Look at this," Leon said as he typed something on his keyboard. Suddenly an image appeared on the largest monitor screen. “There are still many monsters in The Myth that haven't appeared. While in The Myth, we only face a few monsters, right? The rest of it focuses on illusions, hallucinations, delusions, whatever," said Leon. The screen displays pictures of monsters in mythology. “Dragons, chimeras, fire birds, cerberos, there are many more that have yet to appear. Do you know why?" asked Leon.