“You’re seeming pretty confident. Y’know, for someone who’s about to get their ass kicked so hard it’ll be concave” Geena lightly chided, fully strapping in the grappling glove on her left hand. The ritual of getting ready for a fight, even just a spar, it sent frenzied joyful thoughts… +

ᗷᒪOᑎᗪE ᗷᒪᗩᘔEᖇ 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 ▶️ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪʀᴇ ▶️ ˢᴰᴺ ▶️ ᴅɪꜱᴘᴀᴛᴄʜ | ᴍᴠ

#ashesburning It’s a story I’ve said a few times already, but I’ve been battling a bit of muse deficiency the last bit. Between a combination of being extremely busy (I find that kills my muse) and a bunch of dustups souring me even further. It’s extremely late on my end, so I’ll hopefully start…

†hê M円êr ð£ H¥rµm [Magick Sphere & Abilities]

// 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 +

ㅤ ❝I am 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒂, last of the amazons, daughter of Circe, princess of Hell, witch of the wild isle. And you will not have this world while I still draw breath!❞ ㅤ

“Course! I mean, who doesn’t like chocolates? Well, I’m sure some don’t, but I haven’t met any of them myself.” Paul presented Winnie the box. It was fairly typical, a red heart-shaped box with a golden ribbon tied up into a messy knot that was easy to undo holding it together. +

It was a deft sidestep of the confrontation. Call Ash paranoid or too confident in their own skills of deduction, but the fact that this lady with the wonderful accent and the attractive bit of confidence didn’t seem all that befuddled by the rattling off of possible supernatural creatures… +

“I think chocolate is probably the preferable choice here, I’ll be honest. I don’t imagine hearts taste very good anyways.” A brief flash of remembrance crossed across the face of the redhead. “Speaking of chocolates. I did grab you some! And a bit of wine if you’re interested?”

"𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃 ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕤!" #mvrp #bskyrp #openrp #videogamerp #jakrp

A cheeky grin like the devil’s crept across the face of Paul. Perhaps too much time spent around Winnie gave him a bit of confidence to be a little lighthearted. “You seem more the type to go about EATING hearts, love.” He was inordinately proud of himself.

#ashesburning As you may have noticed, I’ve been pretty MIA across all of my accounts. Honestly, I’m starting to feel a bit overwhelmed in my life right now. Nothing bad is happening, but a lot is happening, and I tend to burn out in those instances. I’ll be back hopefully soon!

━━━━━━━━━⊱🐥⊰━━━━━━━━━ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 ━━━━⊱𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕⊰━━━━ 🪱 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕌𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝔻𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 🪱 𝔸 𝕋𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕖 🪱 𝔽𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕖𝕤𝕥 ♡ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 ↻ 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧 .ᐟ ━━━━━━━━━⊱🐥⊰━━━━━━━━━

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐒𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫

❝ Go ahead... Make my day.~ ❞ [ ❤️ and 🔁? ]

(( In the spirit of Valentine's Day approaching, doing some cutesy bandwagons this week. ))

H¥rµm’§ þå†h †ð ħ¢êñ§ïðñ (Stats & The Society of Ether)

Though the cuffs had come off, they were quickly replaced by the tight grip of the woman, who immediately stormed into the hall outside the room and began sprinting with her…well hostage in tow. “They have to go one day, if it’s tonight…” she lightly commented, trailing off as +

Hanna’s expression was basically what amounted to the blankest stare seen since a Moai. “Thing is…it really wouldn’t be. Well, one things for certain, it’s probably best that you aren’t HERE. I’m going to release you, alright. It’s in your best interest that you stick by me.” +

Whð ̧: H¥rµm J. Grð†h [Personal Info]

†hê †rµê wðñÐêr 𣠧¢ïêñ¢ê§ ï§ ñð† ïñ  åßïl †ð êxþlåïñ †hê µñïvêr§ê, ßµ† ïñ  ¢åþå¢ï†¥ †ð £ðrm ñêw qµê§†ïðñ§. -Hyrum J. Groth, Mad Scient…er…Electrochemistry Professor-

“I’m serious, there’s some freaky stuff going on, and you’re better off…” There was a large thumping noise just upstairs as well as shouting, capitalized with a bit of shrieking. A look of concern and annoyance fell over Hanna’s face. “Those freakin’ morons…”

Hanna waved her hands in the air defensively. It certainly was a bit of a bad look, and trying to explain in fine detail why having a ‘sleeper’ walking around when she was planning on casting some spells was going to lead to problems. “Trust me, it’s for your own safety. Uh…just trust.”

#ashesburning It’ll be great when I get my Wraith account done, because every character will hit a 10, hopefully. Prepare yourself for all the mental illness with those characters folks.

Losing was always a hard prospect for Ash. The stinging pain that hit their ego was certainly going to smart for a bit, but they’d be fine. Nothing a bit of wiping the floor with squeakers in CoD couldn’t fix. For now, it was both time to make good on the bet, and get info. +

"What did you expect? I AM a Black Widow!" #marvelrp #openrp #mvrp #bskyrp

"𝖮𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾! 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁!" #mvrp #fandomlessrp #openrp

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐖 | 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐘 | 🔞 —————————————— ✘ - #MCURP | #BSRP ✘ - MCU | Movies | Comics | AU ✘ - Lewd Earned | SFW ✘ - Ace | Bisexual | Sex-Positive ✘ - Mature Themes —————————————— 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 / 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

“I need to introduce you to the Verbena at some point. Something tells me you’d get along like horses and feed. It won’t be the same as seeing it, I imagine. But would you like to hear my heart?”

-Paul: “Awww, that’s so sweet! Would prefer that it stays inside of me while I’m still alive though, yeah?”

†hê †ïmê ð£ Äñï†å [Magick Sphere & Abilities]

#ashesburning Repost option will be extremely selective

ㅤ Big S on my chest A very fashionable red skirt Who else would I be if not Supergirl? #DCRP | #MVRP | #NSFWRP | #SFWRP | #SuperHeroRP

“It will take a few hours to gather up all the ingredients, but I can make a special potion of sorts for you.” Teresa’s brown eyes did not project much in the way of kindness, despite this offer. “I will expect you to scratch my back on something, though. Of equal value, obviously.”

Äñï†å’§ þå†h †ð ħ¢êñ§ïðñ [Stats & The Sahajiya]

A long, exasperated sigh left Teresa’s mouth. “Slow down, you aren’t going to do yourself any favors by chugging that like a sorority girl. Look, I have ways of helping with this sort of thing.”

"I am The Dreaming and The Dreaming is me." indie interpretation of Dream of the Endless King of Dreams and Nightmares the first emo boi trying to be better into the #TARDIS (edit by eternalwake on tiktok)

🔮 hey, if you are using ai art, just go ahead and not follow me. i have too many friends who are artists and work really hard on their art to have that taken away from them. thanks.

“Alright, you do have me greatly intrigued now. So are you planning on using some of that necromancy? Or…am I… IMMORTAL?!”

-Paul “Why thank you! I think? Why that particular brand of god?”

Sure enough, as the dark haired woman held her hand to the rocking horse, it tipped forwards, and gave her hand a light tap, all on its own. “Looks like the spirit - Parsley in this instance - already likes you! Just let me know if it starts acting a bit odd.” To put a point on that… +

That last little quip; not that Ash was exactly planning on quitting, but that little bit of playful smack talk was the spackle needed to bolster their wounded ego. Fire lit up their eyes, and grit bore out of their teeth. “Hell no, Ash Lovelace does not give up!” +

The joy that wriggled across the Wytch’s features was infectious, leading to a beaming sunshine of a smile to sprout on Paul’s own face. Not that it was hard, smiles were as easy as blinking for him. “Oh, yes! Hold on a smidge for me…” Paul crawled around, inspecting the wooden… +

⋆˚꩜｡ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆ ⋆˚꩜｡

-Ash “People disappoint way too often. There’s only like…one person I really trust out there. Mostly in that I don’t think he’ll actively betray me, but I don’t trust him to not accidentally blow up the Western United States because he tried to make a new energy source.”

“Oh, hush! I think you’re very good!” Paul paused, then turned to the side to pick up what looked like a large black box etched with strange swirling symbols that fractalized more and more. “I’m no Father Christmas, but I did get this for you! It’s an old rocking horse, from…”