3 Works in Musithical (Video Blogging RPF)
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He'd lived. Lived for his friends, for the town they'd built, for the fishing rods that would be left untouched on their dock, for the sparkles in their eyes.
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Muse had lived, and Muse would die. Just like her friends, just like her town. Just like the light in her eyes and the hope she held so close._______
Or, Viking and Muse come to terms with death in the face of the cruel game of Bounty Hunters.
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I Can Close The Door on Us But The Room Still Exists by AthenaMuse
Fandoms: Bounty Hunters SMP
25 May 2025
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When Musi fled Spawn Town to live a life of solitude in exile, preparing for war against the broken world she once gave her everything to heal, she didn't do so empty handed. Before the flames were set, she grabbed what she could from the town she abandoned. She would swear she wasn't looking at what she took, that she didn't take Viking's sweater on purpose.
But Musithical was a liar long before she was a killer, and she lies to herself the best.
Meanwhile, Viking spends the night stewing in grief at the fishing hut he and Marm spent weeks building and repairing time and time again. As it turns out, Mus didn't take everything when she left. It may pale in comparison to the warmth of the friends he lost, but her scarf will keep the chill away, at least a little bit.
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There’s blood on her hands. Blood on the hands of a pacifist. How ironic is that? Or maybe ironic isn't the right word at all, maybe its hypocrite. She's the Mayor of Spawn Town, the leader of the only place of peace on this entire server. She can't afford to be breaking her own rules like this, she can't afford to falter.
But Mus is slipping. Telling right from wrong is never easy, especially in a death game such as this. Perhaps one of those she trusts the most could be the one to help soothe her fears, reassure her when she needs it most. But trust is a dangerous thing, and bloody hands are so often not from bandaging the wounds of another.
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“Mus, we’re friends right?”
Her heart stutters, “Yeah! Of course we’re friends!” They grip his hand harder, as if it will somehow keep him from leaving if that’s what he decides.
Viking nods, “Yeah! We’re friends!” He confirms with a smile, “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to protect your friends. Nothing at all. You did what you had to do, Mus. You did the right thing.”