// Once again, my friends, I'm sorry for being so inactive on my accounts. I'm just a little tired of everything, but I'll do my best to come back soon :3

"Monster, Demon, whatever you want to call us, may I remind you.... that we are a hero first and foremost."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 ─────────────── ⋆⋅🌊⋅⋆ ── ── .✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬 ── .✦ 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 ── .✦ 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬 ─────────────── ⋆⋅🌊⋅⋆ ── 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 ♡ + ⟳

Pinned Post of all the RPs I’m willing to do. #PostalRP #StreetFighterRP #MegaManRP #KOFRP #CapcomRP #MarioRP #KirbyRP #TekkenRP #BlazBlueRP #UndertaleRP #CookieRunRP #JJBARP #ONEPIECERP #DragonBallRP #SanrioRP #YakuzaRP #FNFRP #UndertaleRP #DeltaruneRP #AnimalCrossingRP #CrossoverRP

@poisonedmoth.bsky.social "Looks who's back, lunch."

#xmenrp 🩸 #marvelrp 🩸 #VictorCreedrp #mutantrp 🩸 #blueskyrp 🩸 #bskyrp #mvrp #Sabretooth 🩸 #comicrp 🩸 #Sabretoothrp #VictorCreed 🩸 #dcrp 🩸 #mcurp 🩸 ♡ + ↻ 🩸

❝ 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 ❞ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀◤ ♡ + ⇄ ◥

--- // Yeaap. Gonna be more active here cause I need to write more Sabretooth : D

@worstwolverine.bsky.social Well, well ... Ain't it the runt! Thought I smelled wet dog, you gonna growl or cry this time, Jimmy? Either way, I'm takin' my time tearing you apart. . . Been too damn long.

Sorry for the low activity. I'm still tired from my trip.

// as soon as I arrive home I should make some starters.

That bucket-head's gonna drop sooner or later or maybe I'll just start pickin' off his little friends instead.

You're givin' me a damn headache.

》Like movie Sabretooth he had most of his memories erased.ᐟ

Impressed? Ain't that sweet But lemme clear somethin up for you— I don’t survive a lot, I endure it and I like the taste. You protect your friends? Cute! But me? I don't guard nothin’ that can’t bite back. So if you’re wonderin’ if I can take a "powerful attack"... Try me.

Aw, ain't that sweet? You hopin’ someone else does your dirty work cause you ain’t got the spine to try it yourself. Tell ya what, elf when that tin can crumples, I’ll make sure you’re next.

You tryin' to hurt me, or flirt with me? Look, I've been shredded, electrocuted, gutted, set on fire—hell, one guy even tried poetry. Still here, still breathin'. Still itchin' to tear someone open.

What’s the matter, Frost? Run outta perfume to drown in or rich boys to bleed dry?

Arrows of light, huh? Cute trick. Real shiny. But yeah, I can and will withstand.

You think a little bean water's gonna take the edge off what I wake up feelin? I drink blood and bad decisions for breakfast, sweetheart. But sure—pour me a cup.

A slow, guttural laugh, low and cruel, spills from his throat. " Aww, look at you tryin’ so hard to sound like the big bad wolf." He circles, teeth bared in a grin that's all predator +

Hah Sweetheart The stench of blood and sweat is the cologne You want clean, go sniff a soap commercial

Well, well if it ain't the poster boy for obedience. Tell me, Summers… when you bend over for Xavier’s dream, you even get a thank you ?

🎵🩸 Let’s see who I’m gonna hunt down first… Step too loud, you’ll leave in a hearse. Sniff the air, feel that chill? Someone’s 'bout to get real still… Eenie meenie, break a bone, Tear your pack apart alone. Claws out, baby—hope it’s worth, Let’s see who I’m gonna hunt down first… 🩸🎵

Chains begin to form, threading through muscle and bone like barbed wire being stitched by a surgeon with a grudge. Small blades sprout, Creed's breath hitches—but still, he grins. His voice comes out as a rasp, mangled from pain but never broken. +

Sounds like a bedtime story for someone who needs to hear himself talk. You could drop me in the sea a thousand times, and I’d still come back smellin’ blood +

You ain't a wolf. You're a mutt that forgot how to bite.

🎵🩸 Let’s see who I’m gonna hunt down first… Step too loud, you’ll leave in a hearse. Sniff the air, feel that chill? Someone’s 'bout to get real still… Eenie meenie, break a bone, Tear your pack apart alone. Claws out, baby—hope it’s worth, Let’s see who I’m gonna hunt down first… 🩸🎵

Consent? Cute word comin’ from a man who rips the iron outta folks without askin' I don’t need a letter to ruin your day, Erik. Just a scent. +

Least I know it’s worth the trouble. You? Spent so long suckin’ on your own ego, surprised you ain’t choked yet. Careful, Keep flappin’ that mouth, I might shut it for you.

Probably the heart of someone you love.

Creed shoves Howlett aside, eyes locked on @abyssbirdshadow.bsky.social "I can smell the fear on you. The pathetic part? You think you can rise above it. Join the X-Men, and you go straight on my list. Now get out."

That’s cute. I’ll make sure the next sound you hear is your ribs cracking one by one Friendly reminder — I don’t die easy, sweetheart But I kill real messy.

Pathetic Little shits.

Friendly? Ain’t that adorable. I don’t need your manners, Elf. And if I step foot on that lawn, it won’t be to ask permission. You try playin' hero, I’ll show you real sharp edges.

Creed snarls, the sudden wrench of pain tearing up his arm as his own blood betrays him, veins contorting like barbed wire under Magneto's control. The force slams his limb into the floor with a sickening thud, but he doesn't scream,he laughs. A low, guttural, broken sound—part rage, part delight +

A violent blur of muscle and claws as he lunges forward, snarling like an unleashed beast. "Gladly." His claws arc toward Magneto’s chest, aiming to tear through armor like paper, uncaring of the metal or the man behind it.

Yeah, I deliver 'em... with their insides hangin’ out and their screams still fresh in the air. But don’t get cocky buckethead. The day I get bored? Maybe I deliver you next.

You always did love the sound of your own voice Magneto. Talkin' about evolution like you're the end of the damn chain But let me remind you— metal bends Flesh tears And I don't need a speech to rip someone apart.

Ain’t you just a pretty little mirror I wanna shatter. Same claws, same stench of blood—cept yer a fucking pet. Cute! They try to chain me, call me a monster. But you? You smile like you're tame, like you ain’t got the same rot boilin under your skin.

Who's next ?

His claws dig in, ripping through fur and flesh like paper, the smell of blood hitting his nose like a fine wine, he leans down close, breath hot, fangs bared in a cruel grin. "Oh, I know you don't. You stink like fear and rodent poison—" +