🕸️ Char Apologies, I'll be doing pin spam as I rework my characters over the next few days to realign myself. I'll also be mothballing and deactivating a few accounts - I'm working on some IRL personal writing and a bunch of plots and concepts I had I'm going to be scaling back on. ~

The wolf is not feared because it bares its teeth, but because it will use them.

ᅟᅟ ❝ 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱... 𝗦𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝘁. ❞ | #MultiverseRP | #MVRP | #DCrp | 𝗌𝖿𝗐 & 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 , 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋 ♡ ／ ♺ ᅟᅟ ᅟᅟ

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// Ana mun time 🌸 Hello guys. I just want to say one thing : please be kind ,please treat people the way you want to be treated. Behind every screen there's a person - a human being with feelings ,fears ,concerns. You don't know what's going on in a person's life ,you don't know what they're +

—Prince of Gotham Knight of Justice Dark & Gritty Portrayal Sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ SL's Mᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇs Sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ MCU | DCU ↺﹢♡

"While I can join you, I am forbidden of partaking. Do you have preferences of donor...?" He thought so. Laura seemed the perfect sort to keep an eye on their three fey-wolves. And Nibbler. "I was thinking I bring you a chemical plant CEO. Or perhaps an executive for a medical insurance company."

"That sounds like an enchanting way to spend the evening. I'll see if there's someone who can watch the kids..." He texts @newwolverine.bsky.social

"𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐" [𝙰 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊] 🫀 By Jay ⚠️ TW: Implications of Child Abuse, Emotional/Verbal1 Abuse, and family trauma

He did, and he didn't mind. He's used to much worse pain.

"Very good memories. She was family." She smelled of... A fight. Of the Wyld. Most mutants did. She carried herself like one of his kind, and it put him at ease.

"An old packmate. She reminds me of you. A similar air to your speech and your attitude. Same sort of stance as well."

"What...?"

He's about to Crystal Lake you.

"Me either, truthfully. At least not normal ones. You remind me of someone. Apologies for sounding cryptic." He knew better than to tell her she smelled like a predator. He knew THAT at least.

"Then good." He smiled wryly and nodded, a small tilt of his head not unlike a curious animal. "Hmm."

"Then I suppose it matters very little. The volume of death should only weigh on you if the reasons were bad." He gave a short pause. "Are the ones who took your choice among the dead?"

"As have I. I suppose it only matters if you had a good reason or not."

"But really though, what's Valentine's Day...?"

"Well, yes obviously." ... "What's Valentine's day?"

He won't ever admit it. But he was born a wolf. He's licked his own butt once or twice.

"Jobi in the mouth is worth two in the bowl."

"The Americans will love Jobi Liquor."

"As long as you're hunting, nothing is squandered l."

"Definitely."

"I did just build us a proper table for the kitchen..."

"I can agree it lends itself to pleasure of a high order." A little, playful eye roll.

A long, hard, serious look. "Did you think there was a time, or will be, where I don't?"

"Are we giving our children more siblings?" A raised eyebrow.

❝𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 ❞ ↻+♡

"Every tumble this ancient grandfather has left is for you." Xiuying pulled her close to steal a kiss, leaving his forehead resting on hers. "The bed or the hot spring?"

"So I am a happy outlier!" He laughed heartily, scooping her up and swinging her around. "You are no ancient yourself, wǒ de àirén."

"Can you not believe it due to how well I've aged or is it just that preposterous?"

Fake old man cackling.

Probably not. Both mine are dead but that's only natural given my age.

100 likes for fishnets.

Introducing "Oh come now, surely you had to expect it to not be this simple?" Loki Laufeyson "No, im not some..brute like my brother, I prefer a much more...delicate touch." The God Of Mischief And Trickery.

He wouldn't know anything about werewolves. There's no such thing.

"ᴀꜱ ᴊᴇᴅɪ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄꜱ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ, ᴡᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ." Helena, Founding Lady of House Davarío. Jedi Master - STAR WARS oc(s)

Inside the trunk are his tools of the trade. Small handbooks on his to produce chemical bombs and improvised explosives. Maps and passports, cash and different American IDs. Much of it is worthless in the new age. But the Klaives. The Klaives are evergreen. ~

He out in the Appalachian mountains. Digging up a box. It's an old red and black box, iron wrought fittings and stuffed in a bigger wooden crate. He's bugging up his tools.

The first twelve or so times were great but seventeen seems excessive.

Heading into town.

"This is why my son and I wear suits."

"Like I've been wandering a haze for so long... It's clarity. I look at you, I can see you... And you're there. Before... You were there but it felt so... Abstract. Like there was a wall of anger between myself and the world." He ran his hands through her red hair, eyes searching hers. ~