Aubrey came down the street, hands in pockets. He had on a big baggy jacket to help with the cold and a pair of heavy battered combat boots. Sword hanging casually on his hip. At first he walked passed Ross, only acknowledging the dragonid with a sideways glance.

"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁?" 🥁𝗖𝘆𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗸/𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻/𝗦𝗰𝗶-𝗙𝗶 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 🥁𝙉/𝗦𝗙𝗪 | 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 🥁𝗔𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 | 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀/𝗧𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗼/𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘄𝗱 𝗗𝗡𝗜 #OC #Fandomless #MVRP

"FUCK IT." Tearing the cork out of a bottle of wine with his cyber jaws. "THE VOICES WIN, TONIGHT WE'RE DRINKING CHOOMBA."

New day, new scam Beware of this if you get a DM

Sitting cross legged on a bench. A thin layer of half melted snow landing on the top of his bald head. Is he asleep? The big samurai isn’t moving. Just breathing.

"I am more than just a mere Info gatherer, Buddy." [Maggie Sakimoto. Alias; "Caliber".] - Freelance Informant/Arsenal Provider. - Not new to RP. - Marvel RP(Street Level)/Multiverse OC. - Descriptive. - No Lewd Allowed. - RT & Like. #Døgma

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"The only man who can kill me, is me."

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◇ NEMESIS ◇ Retribution Incarnate • Multiship / Multiverse Ships with Melinoë Ships with Chem • Lesbian Muse • Novel Style » Go on, that task of yours isn't going to complete itself. «

helios I cracked, even though halloween is over I made a VtM account.

"Megabuilding's haunted." Ductaping a brick of C4 to a load bearing wall.

Guys new scamming method on bluesky. Please share this around. Dont fall for this stuff Block, move on.

"Bitches love cannons." 🩸 independent portrayal of seras victoria. Nodtes from hellsing ultimate. The abridged version and headcannons. 10+ years of rp experience. Not new to verse. Bit rusty on my portrayal

Did somebody say ＳＵＰＬＥＸ！？ ---->18+ account ---->Friendly mun ----> #VA11HALLARP #CyberpunkRp #MVRP ----> [🔄+💜]

helios Haven't used this acc in awhile, probably gonna flip it tomorrow. Sorry everyone who came here for Gloria.

Hey! *Appearing behind the [READER] and slapping them on the shoulder* Can a guy borrow your liver?

“DRACULA!” A.J screamed, sitting bolt upright from his nap. Fists clenched and raised around his head in a boxing cross guard.

Akwardly putting the can down, clearly a bit embarassed. "Yeah uh. I've been long away, good to be seen though."

Gnawing on the top of an empty Arizona tea can like a goat.

Balancing a fire extinquisher on his forehead, kind of like a sea lion with a beach ball.

He's got a great big slushie. All that's left is the last bit in the bottom of the cup. Holding it high above his head and shaking it trying to get the last piece to fall into his open mouth. Only for it all to come out at once and fall directly on his face. "Please..Don't let anyone see that."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗦𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

“I DONT WANT THERAPY! I WANT A BEER AND A GREASY BAG OF FRENCH FRIES!”

A friendly reminder to drink plenty of water today!

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"Jokes on you sucker, I'm water proof." He puts the egg down. Clearly holding Bernard's comfort in slightly higher regard than his own hunger.

He holds up another egg “Want one?”

He's eating a painted Easter egg.... Shell and all.

A.J just stared at the application, blatantly dumb founded for several seconds. He lifted his sunglasses, as if that would somehow help him understand the writing on the page. "I feel like this is one of those zen riddles with no answer. Like I'm supposed to read this and feel a part of my brain-

| He makes a loud "WHUMP" sort of sound Acompanied by a sort of retching as the air is driven from his chest in a mighty heave while June drives the shoe directly into his solar plexus. The spider meanwhile, squeaks and cracks under the blow. | "D-disgusting... Gonna, have t-to burn this shirt now"

"A favour? What do you take me for!?" POinting a *slightly* upset finger at Bernard. "Nah, I just wanted to share because I only paid for one but the vending machine gave me two cans and you looked thirsty so I thought why not."

@fangsandedges.bsky.social A.J had no idea who this 'Angie' woman is, or why someone wanted her found and followed so badly. But the fixer was willing to pay top dollar so he obliged. But the street samurai got uncharacteristically lazy, he let her lead him right into a dead end alleyway-

"I threw it like a soft ball is the point! You didn't need to smash it to bits!"

Quietly huming to himself, he's got his revolver all in pieces on the table in front of him as he cleans each piece with a cloth. "There must be some kinda way outta here- Said the joker to the thief..." He puts down the part he's working on, druming his fingers on the table.

| He tries to stab it again, but looses his footing and belly flops directly ontop of the spider with a thud. | "I think, I think I got it." | Que the writhing on the floor, the terrified screaming and swatting at his own shirt as the spider wriggles up his belly and starts crawling on his face |

"Its... Rootbeer?" A.J takes a small sip, trying to think of the best way to word his explanation. "It's a soft drink, a soda. I think its supposed to taste like sarsaparilla but honestly it just tastes like its own third thing. No clue why they call it rootbeer cause its not a beer and it-"

"It was a softball pitch! Barely even a toss!" Lowering his arms, slowly...

The can detonated when it hit the stone floor, spraying rootbeer everywhere. A.J reacted like a startled cat, leaping a full six feet back and bringing his arms up into something like a boxing low guard "It was just a rootbeer! Chill!"

" I'M NOT GOING TO SHOOT IT! " | SO instead he pulls out his sword and tries to stab it, of course the spider just leaps forward. Closer to June. |

Cyberpunk 2077

helios I see bandwagon I steal bandwagon

"It's a rootbeer, don't tell me you've never had rootbeer man." A.J plopped down next to him, casually casting a glance at the papers Bernard was working so hard on. Not really reading them in depth, he just can't help but be curious about it-

"ACK! SORRY!" | Wincing sympathetically, his aim with thrown objects is pretty poor. | "I would! But I'm out of shoes to throw!"

Wincing hard as he stoops down to pick up the can and jsut hand it to Bernard like a normal person instead of trying to softball pitch it at him. "Sorry for interrupting you man, just thought you'd want a soda." He taps the side of the can, hoping that it didn't end up getting-