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mcmissiles.bsky.social
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MC (stands for Valen) | he/they | late 20s
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bi and weird. horror enjoyer. bylethologist. bug propagandist. ⚔️fight me in irl⚔️
18+ stupidposting @missileproofed
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mcmissiles.bsky.social
an Item has entered the house. Smelling It Time
two kittens sniffing a folded blanket on a table
December 3, 2025 at 11:45 PM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
wipwed what if there were some guys in a dungeon and one of them was injured or something
Not much more blood rose from the wounds once it was cleaned away—maybe the bleeding had slowed a little, or maybe it hadn’t been as heavy as it had looked in the first place—but a thin trail cut across his palm as Cahara turned the hand over in his own. Aside from the blood, Enki’s hands were surprisingly clean, so the trail stood out against his skin. Cahara tried to wipe it away, but only smeared it over the delicate sinew of Enki’s wrist. It highlighted the severe grooves and angles and the deep blue veins underneath, and Cahara might have been a little slower in wiping it away than he needed to be. He felt Enki’s eyes on him before he saw them, but they didn’t hold the accusation he expected. Enki didn’t pull his hand away. “Looks better than I thought,” said Cahara, quietly and only a little dishonestly. He left his curiosity about the wounds unspoken as he finished dabbing the dark stains away. Letting Enki’s hands rest on his lap, Cahara reached into his bag and— “What are you doing?” Enki hissed in horror. “We can’t waste that.” Cahara swirled the blue vial around and held it up to the weak torchlight. “Not wasting. A few drops’ll be enough to help. Hands, please.” Enki held his hands closer to himself. “This does not require—” “Enki.” Cahara gave him the sternest look he could manage. Celeste told him it was sometimes effective, but Celeste had been known to humor him. “Hands.”
November 27, 2025 at 1:06 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
POSTS ABOUT HIM
a drawing of Cash (a smiling man with long blond hair and multicolored eyes) wearing a purple floral gown a drawing of Cash, a man with mid-length blond hair and multicolored eyes, smiling resolutely a drawing of Cash, a man in spiked armor holding a shield and a glowing sword, flying on spectral wings that glow the same color as the sword
November 26, 2025 at 4:27 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
found one of my favorite picrews again. doctors time
a picrew of daniil dankovsky and artemy burakh kissing in a field
November 25, 2025 at 10:14 PM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
did some graffiti :)
two pencil drawings on a heavily marked wall: a spotted cat labeled "my son carson" and a black cat labeled "my daughter obsidian"
November 23, 2025 at 6:28 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
wipwed time who's fungry
He blinked and brought himself back to the present. “…And she’s okay,” he finished, hoping that was an appropriate end to the last sentence he’d said out loud. Enki stared at his hand, studying the bandage work or Cahara’s hands holding it, for a little longer than a second. Then he snatched it back and extended the other, turning his face away towards the far wall. “Don’t get ideas,” he snapped. “Go on.” “Who’s getting ideas?” Cahara muttered as he began the process on Enki’s other hand. Enki scoffed. “Leave me alone when you’re finished.” “Damn,” said Cahara, winding the new bandage around his palm. “You’re welcome.” Enki rolled his eyes. “You are one step up from a complete idiot. Is that better?” “One step better, yeah.” Cahara smiled, guiding his hand to lie flat so he could thread the bandage through his fingers. “How’d you get to be such an asshole?” “If my personality disappoints you, it’s your own fault for insisting on my company. I didn’t want to speak to you at all.” “You did, though.” Cahara didn’t look up from his work. “Anyway, I’m not disappointed. I’m just wondering.” “Keep wondering. I won’t concern myself with your thoughts. One step up from an idiot is still dull.” “There you go, sweetheart.” Cahara tucked in the end of the bandage and patted his hand lightly. “If it comes undone, tell me and I’ll redo it for you. But it shouldn’t. You’re welcome again.”
November 20, 2025 at 3:02 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
they love each other...
two kittens (obsidian and carson) cuddling on a couch
November 17, 2025 at 1:39 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
those plague doctors or whatever
a drawing of artemy burakh and daniil dankovsky staring into each other's eyes, clearly about to kiss. daniil is holding artemy's chin up with one hand and artemy is leaning down to daniil's level.
November 16, 2025 at 11:44 PM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
I HAVE TO FIX THIS I feel like I talk about the kids all the time but apparently I should do it more
two kittens hugging each other two kittens playing on top of a backpack on the floor two kittens cuddling in a lunchbox a kitten staring at the camera with HUGE eyes
November 16, 2025 at 2:59 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
what the fuck ever, guys
two kittens curled up and playing with a backpack and the sweater sticking out of it
November 13, 2025 at 11:01 PM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
And You Will! complete with a brand new patch I just finished sewing on!
the back of a black denim jacket featuring an embroidered crest of blaiddyd, a large print of a raven, a fontaines dc patch that says "romance is a place," two patches of an eye open and stitched shut, and a patch of the polyhedron from pathologic the front and sleeves of a black denim jacket featuring a collection of patches and pins. you can also see the back of the crest of blaiddyd embroidery but don't worry about that
November 13, 2025 at 3:45 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
how the character have I been lately beloveds
post this on your profile and let your followers associate you with a fictional character that you remind them of
November 11, 2025 at 1:15 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
almost done with my newest patch :)
a line drawing of the polyhedron from pathologic embroidered on a piece of white/light brown fabric
November 10, 2025 at 2:26 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
literally outdoors
A path through a grassy clearing between some trees at sunset. There's a pond up ahead. A grassy field surrounded by trees in the last minutes before the sun sets A patch of trees lit by an orange light
November 10, 2025 at 12:10 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
me when I'm outside...
A huge cloud formation lit by the setting sun over a pond
November 8, 2025 at 11:31 PM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
wearing outfits is a competitive sport and I'm aiming to lose
my outfit: a black jacket (patches not shown), five necklaces, and a shirt with the wikipedia thanatology article on the front
November 8, 2025 at 4:07 PM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
what the fuck are you even talking about
He pries her jaw open. Her teeth press against his fingers through the glove and feel lifelike, he assumes, though he’d never spent much time prying human jaws open before. He-
November 5, 2025 at 3:22 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
little shit of a robot daughter <3
"HELE/NA, can you do something?" "Can you do something, Andrew?"
November 3, 2025 at 3:43 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
another w for high school MC. I remember being proud of this bit and I actually still like it a lot
Consciousness is sharp and sudden. Andrew opens his eyes to find his headache gone and several more aches in its place. A quick study of his surroundings places him on the floor next to the bed. He grabs the bedframe with both hands and hoists himself to his feet, kicking away the sheets wound around his legs. Throwing the sheets and pillow mostly onto the bed, he turns to the mirror to gauge the accuracy of his assumption that he looks like hell. If Hell were a middle-aged scientist, Andrew decides, he’d probably at least be better dressed. Andrew’s lab coat, unwashed for several weeks, retains no trace of crispness. A few small coffee stains and large pencil smudges grace the front; the collar folds not down but everywhere. A pen has burst in the front pocket, leaving behind a splotch of blue ink across the right side of his chest. His shirt doesn’t look terrible, most likely because it was gray to begin with. His pants are in much the same state as his coat. He meets his own eyes. Dark, wrinkled shadows complement their muddy green-brown hue. His glasses are bent and smudged; his face is unshaven and his chin is bruised. His dirt-brown hair hangs in fragments across his forehead and over his ears. Yes, Hell the scientist would take better care of himself. Andrew reaches for a comb, decides he doesn’t care, pushes his hair back, and sets off to the lab.
November 3, 2025 at 3:38 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
ok I do actually like this part tbh
“Yes, HELE/NA, I will do something about the problem.” “That is good.” She smiles. “But I have to think about it first.” “How long do you have to think?” “Until I find a solution.” HELE/NA moves as though sighing, but emits no sound. “You have not asked me for a solution.” “Should I?” “Probably not, but it is what I would do, and I am mostly a computer.” “What do you think I should do, HELE/NA?” Andrew asks with a laugh as humorless as it is soft. “I do not know. I am not a scientist. I am not a human.” Andrew blinks. “You said you were.” “I said I am a person.” “You understand that difference, but you don’t know--” That subject doesn’t lead anywhere right now. “What was the point of this conversation, HELE/NA? If you want me to do something, you should give me time to think.”
November 3, 2025 at 3:28 AM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
I mean ancient by the way.
a list of google docs: HELE/NA (last edited Oct 25, 2013) HELE/NA part II (last edited Dec 5, 2013) HELE/NA part III (last edited Jan 30, 2014)
November 1, 2025 at 6:39 PM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
I went to get something from a cabinet and she got on my shoulders so I guess she forgives me
a little black cat (Sidi) lounging on my shoulders in the kitchen. she still has a little bit of dewormer on her face.
October 30, 2025 at 10:08 PM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
it's been a while since I've inflicted ferdinand von eyegir on everybody. perceive him.
a deep fried, pixelated, oversaturated image of ferdinand von aegir with a green flash emanating from his eye
October 29, 2025 at 10:42 PM
mcmissiles.bsky.social
bag son...
a little black and white cat (Carson) inside a leather backpack
October 28, 2025 at 8:12 PM
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thank you :') bonus daughter mine
a little black cat lounging on a lap with her eyes comfortably closed
October 27, 2025 at 11:33 PM