Tis a bit late, but #WCW goes to this beauty. Because obviously his wife is the one who gets it, because she is the most beautiful of them all~. Rᴇʙᴇᴄᴄᴀ Mᴇʀʟʏɴ. [ hiatus ]

Malcolm, the master assassin, sneaks up behind his wife. His large hands covering her eyes. "Guess who, gorgeous~" His hands go from her face to her hips, pulling her into his embrace. Rᴇʙᴇᴄᴄᴀ Mᴇʀʟʏɴ. [ hiatus ]

#WCW because again, she's his wife and she's amazing Rᴇʙᴇᴄᴄᴀ Mᴇʀʟʏɴ. [ hiatus ]

//I'm done for the night before I have a mental break down. So goodnight.

//Might abandon this account.. ive got no muse, no SLs, nothing.. so I might just vanish from it.

The Archer stood in his business suit made of pure cotton. His eyes narrow, scanning the city he once called home. It had been quite some time since he disappeared. Hopefully long enough for the city to cool off from his former actions.

The assassin made his way down the sidewalk of the glades, the destruction that he once caused here had been repaired. No one even seemed to notice who he was, or that he even existed, despite looking apart from the usual gang bangers, while in his cotton suit.

I Am a Survivor Read: tl.gd/n_1sr0642

//If anyone is interested in some RP, feel free to pop into my DMs to plot an SL, or like this and I'll send a banter starter.

//Insane how you can go from being such good friends, talking everyday, staying up every night just to talk and have fun, to laugh because they brought you joy. Then to being complete strangers once again without any warning at all.

//This account is so dead Im beginning to wonder if people even RP in this fandom anymore. Or maybe it's just me. Maybe I should go back to evil Malcolm.

Which would you prefer?

Now ;)

May deactivate this account due to how dead it is.

//Well. I do believe that this is the end of this account. It was fun while it lasted. Thanks everyone.