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Hello!! My names Micheal_Beloved and my best friend Shroud Innit! (Though big man Shroud for short.) Shroud and me will be sharing this blog together because we didn't want to have our own separate 'journals' to write in with mysterious anons talking to us.

Even though this is mainly Shroud's Journal.. he can't write well. So until then, I shall be writing for the both of us!

Just don't tell uncle Mommy, bee, and boo about this. Because we .. *might've*. Just stolen one of there journal's to see what or who they were always talking too. Anyways. Hope to talk to someone soon!!!

- Micheal _ Beloved and Shroud Innit

(Any questions of any topics will be accepted and allowed to be asked. Though do remember that these are children. I also do ask that you have some patients for me. For this is my first Roleplay blog and mistakes will be made.

There will also be occasional ooc posts and lore ideas/drops, based on the two mobs for there is very little on them. Making me need to improv stuff. Which I do hope is fine! And if there are any head canons anyone knows about them. Do feel free to drop in dm's or send it in the asks please! For I'd very much appreciate it. Thank you!!

Micheal will take longer to make for so many ideas marinating and my art block being absolutely painful to deal with at the moment :') Ty though for everyone being so patient! Do send in asks or messages about anything. For I swear I'm not dead. And on top of that; I made a persona finally!! Hope there silly for everyone's liking. And on that note, be back soon! Bye!(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ ]

Timeline - Early Snowchester, located in snow biome.

Storyline - Micheal (6) and Shroud (4½), the children of beeduo and Tommy. Steal a spare journal there parents use in order to contact back in fourth with what they've gathered as, 'The anons'. Micheal taking charge with writing into the pages where they expect a response to be made back to them. The journal magically appearing between the two children's homes when a specific response/question is directed to either of them alone.

Shroud at first, struggling with writing his own hand written responses. Uses drawings and stickers as his replacement for written words. Which he eventually evolves into writing one word responses due to Micheal teaching him the basics of writing and breaking down words. Coming and going from his home that was Tommy's old dirt hut. And at times dropped off at the Bee residence for playdates with Micheal. Having close bonds and relationships with Tommy, Micheal, and dx Ponk. Due to a 'small' eye incident, caused from his wanderings out in the wild.

Micheal meanwhile, at the start had some niche of peeping into Beeduo's bedroom. And tending to snoop around. Leading to the exchanging of letters between him and Quackity. Who he proceeds to mention as an 'uncle' in later notes. Keeping the exchange of papers between them secret. Collecting himself a second chicken sometime of breifly exploring outside the warmth of his home. Which he is cooped up in due to the snowy biome he resides in being too much for a nether born like himself. To go off and explore all on his own without risky chance of fever. And out of the overprotection from his parents. Having close bonds with Tubbo, Ranboo, and Shroud.

Blog - Now, with my own concerns for the blog from here on out. I would like to note that some old posts may be deleted in order to match current new storyline. (That I've FINALLY, been able to make coherent and able to plan out now.) In order to keep from future confusion being made about said story I'm trying to make here.

So with these new changes in mind. Do feel free to make new or repeat same asks made from before so I may express new lore more concretely.

Also, apologies on the silence on my part! Not many asks now a days and coming up with my own posts takes a small while. 😅

Thank you though to everyone who's given me an ask! (Or who have reblogged and roleplayed with me here.) There very appreciated for this mainly, ask-and-response blog.

Shroud steps into the doorway of the kitchen. Appearing before, as he held his own scarf to himself. Having made his way to Ponk after hearing there arrival back .. home. Watching anxiously from where he stood. Having an aching question he's just burning to ask. Unsure though on how exactly to word it out.