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www.wattpad.com/story/404876... My first novel with Larissa. Go check out. First two chapters released.

Bond turned around to look at the man as he observed his appearance briefly before shrugging. "Am I that well known of a face?" He replied and sipped from his glass of whiskey.

Arianna Flores ❀ Fandomless Original Character ❀ Single Ship with Carter Jones ❀ Open to: friends, banter, stories ❀ Slow replies ❀ Minors please do not interact, 21+ Written by Visceralscribe

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Malevola ❤️‍🔥✨ #dispatch

“Save it! You've been nothing but a curse to every child of Zeus for ages. You sent a bunch of intestinally challenged cows after my friend Annabeth!” (Pinned temporary) #PJORP #PercyJacksonRP #MVRP

// New to BlueSky, not to writing Mephala. I've been writing her almost 6 years on Twitter. Working on pin. I'll be writing soon. 😉

"The only one I can rely on is me."

Interaction Call.

... [Sighs. Lights a blue cigarette] Alright .

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 《 #𝐊𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 》

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚⋆˚✿˖ 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞. 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐓𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝. ⊰ 𝑷³ ⊱

❝I can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you. Or anybody that decides that I'm of use.❞ ┃ #DWRP ━ Valerie Tyler; The Big Bad Wolf; The Doctor's Daughter. ━ Trigger Warning; Adult themes ahead! ━ Writer and muse are 21+, MDNI.

❝ 𝙊𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛.ᐣ ❞

Ravanna Mari Thorne “Better to be Slapped with the Truth than Kissed with a Lie” — Multigenerational Kitsune — Pyrotechnic — Social Justice Activist — Registered Nurse — #MutantAndProud 🏳️‍🌈🦊🔥💥🌸 #RT and #Fave #OpenStarter

The humble tiefling bard, looking to brighten your day in any way I can! Please come by and ask for a song anytime~ #bg3 #dnd #opendms #openrp #lewd #nsfw

Immortal, Shield maiden, Viking warrior. 🛡College Professor of Ancient History. 🗡 Here to write (solo and partnered), and banter/chat. 🗡 Single but looking. 🛡 DM's open to plot stories (on the TL). 🛡 Solo stories will be pinned here. 🗡 Please ❤, 🔁, and say hi!

Kimmie Kardashian here. (Not the real Kim obvi!) -Not new 2 RP or character -Lookin 4 mains (siblings/family, friends, etc.) -RT & ❤️ 4 this selfie Queen ? 💁🏻‍♀️

It took me a very long time to be proud of who I am. Try to tear me down, you'll lose. Wife & queen to @rivenlegacy.bsky.social Mama to a few loons Founder & President of Roses of The Reaper MC Tattooist & Art Teacher Mature Content Triggers MDNI Ink of #Gomez 21+ RP #SOA #MayansMC AU

Commander James Bond 《 007 》 || #007RP #MVRP || "The name's Bond. James Bond." ▪️18+ mdni ▪️NSFW/SFW ▪️semi-lit writer ▪️au/oc/multiverse flexible ▪️era flexible ▪️lewd in DMs ▪️not new to character and verse

He may not believe himself a god, but he is @warrioroftheforest.bsky.social 's Guardian Angel.

"I dwell in the shadows. I seldom come to light." She replied, seeing as he lowered his sword.

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Thinking of making a Multi-Muse account, typically based on fantasy theme. Orcs maybe.

"I am a warrior."

She hadn't realised that in the first place, but something didn't add up to her observation. "Wh... what in the.." She couldn't believe what she was seeing. There was no sign of a heart in his body. It had been carved out. But how was it possible?

"Do I?"

Vishanti’s lips curled into the barest hint of a smile, amused by his flattery, yet not so easily swayed by it. Words were like arrows—some struck true, some missed, and others were merely distractions.

Vishanti nodded in return, a quiet acknowledgment of his resolve. She saw it in his eyes—the same glimmer of determination that drove every warrior to keep moving forward, even when the path ahead was unclear.

Vishanti looked at the man, judging by his appearance, he was in his prime. But before she could say anything, he collapsed with a thud. "Are you alright?" She moved to his side, turning him over to see a fatal wound close to his heart. Her eyes carefully and quickly examined the wound.

"I watch over the city, it's people. I do not possess any intention of harming you." She replied, her eyes fixed on his sword. He held it with grace, but there was still hesitation in his grip. Too tight or too loose and he would lose.

Vishanti studied him for a moment, her sharp gaze not just seeing the words he spoke, but the quiet doubt behind them. The way his shoulders shifted, the way his breath seemed to catch just before his question left his lips.

Vishanti let the weight of his words settle, her expression unreadable. A serpent in a man's flesh. She had heard the whispers too—tales of a false prophet whose tongue dripped with poison, whose touch could rot the spirit of even the strongest warriors.

Vishanti listened without interruption, the wind rustling the leaves around them as Udo spoke. There was no pity in her gaze—only understanding. A lone warrior without a cause, fighting to keep moving forward. It was not unfamiliar to her.

Vishanti held his gaze, taking in the quiet strength behind his words. He was aware of his flaw—that was the first step to mastering it. "I am Vishanti, a warrior of my people, guardian of the old ways. Protector of the forests and it's inhabitants."

Vishanti watched from the cover of the trees, arms crossed over her chest as she observed the Dragonborn’s training. His movements were disciplined, powerful, but she caught the small hesitations—his tongue clicking in mild frustration when something was off. A warrior’s pride that she knew well.

Vishanti stood firm, her keen eyes studying the man before her. A lone wolf, he called himself—one who spoke with the tongue of a traveler yet carried the weight of a warrior. Her grip on the hilt of her sword tightened subtly, not out of fear, but out of instinct.

She watched his movements with her sharp eyes, seeing the way he gripped his sword. Her dark bronze skin glistening in the light of the moon, and her golden eyes staring him down with a dominating presence. "I am Vishanti, a warrior of my people, guardian of the old ways."

"You know what they say about diamonds. They are a girl's best friend." #SexySaturday

"I am well aware of that." She nodded, watching his movements.

"You speak of a quest. Yet you are uncertain." There was confusion and a lack of surety in his voice that Vishanti had noticed. A relic, south of the forest. That didn't quite add up to her. "Beyond this forest lies the desert, uncharted and never been crossed."

Vishanti crouched on a rooftop above, her sharp eyes watching the neon-lit streets below. The wind carried the distant echoes of the city’s unrest, but it was him that drew her attention. She leaped down gracefully, landing beside him without a sound.