I do not. I’m being serious.

Thanks. I found him in a wet cardboard box, and the rest is history.

#mvrp #marvelrp #fightrp ❝ 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘢𝘮, ❛ 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧— ❜ ❞

Since we’re all showing our pussies, here’s Lasha:

" 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ."

"You and me, we're sick in the head. Only feeling alive with the rush of adrenaline and the feel of a gun barrel pressed to our head." #gamblingrp #buckshotrouletterp #verselessrp #scifirp #dystopianrp #mvrp

And this would make you perfect for an ambush.

I can’t say I’ve met a God myself, unless you count someone going through active psychosis that has convinced themself of their own divinity.

1911. I was raised to believe there was a God that created every one of us in his image. And from what I’ve seen, he’s either a shoddy craftsman, a psychopath, or a myth. Or perhaps all three.

In my time — which something is telling me is not too far from yours — you’d be beaten with a slipper for this, and made to pray to God for his forgiveness. Not that I condone any of that, but it’s what would have happened.

Mirage. That’s adorable.

#TheGhostOfKiki Another week, another ‘Tamar doesn’t realise that she’s asexual’ moment.

So I’ve noticed. You’re telling me. Now, I’m all for freedom of expression and such, but I honestly find it mortifying.

Everyone’s doing *that* again, I see.

This is completely unrelated, but if you were to shift into a cat, would you go berserk if I threw you some catnip?

#TheGhostOfKiki Tamar in the Sims!

Have you been shifting into a cat?

◄ ⧗ ►*𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠* ◄ ⧗ ► ⧗ MS/MV ⧗ AU Natalia Romanova ⧗ 21+ for adult themes

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⛓️‍💥⫘⫘ “𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.” ♡ + ↻ .ᐟ ⫘⫘⫘⛓️‍💥⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

" 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."

" 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ? "

" 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 ? "

“Oɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ. Eᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇs, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴄᴜᴛs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ. Hᴏᴘᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪғᴛs ᴜs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss” ㅤ Superman. Kal-El of Krypton. Clark Kent. Reporter for the Daily Planet ㅤ ♡ + ↻

"I ᴀᴍ Exᴛʀᴀñᴏ!’ Tʜᴇ Sᴘᴀɴɪsʜ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ғᴏʀ "Sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ"! Hᴏᴡ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs! I ᴀᴍ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ! Wᴏɴᴅʀᴏᴜs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ! Dʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴀʟ ᴜɴɪᴛʏ, I sᴀᴡ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴜɴʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ & ғɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss! I'ᴍ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ!” Gregorio de la Vega. Sorcerer. Occultist. Mentor. Former New Guardian & Lord of Order ♡ + ↻

Tamar gets up, as the colossal vehicle’s two front wheels land with a loud, rattling thud. “Thanks for having faith in me. It’s too rare that my opponent matches my strength these days, and I’m pleased it’s a fair fight.”

#TheGhostOfKiki Reposting this again, because I have too many thoughts about my child and must share them.

#row Important update guys! It turns out Spocks situation is a kidney issue, and we still need help paying vet bills. Again, spread it around and only donate if you can. gofund.me/d76bf76b5

“You’ve got me. They’ve had a problem since I threw that large pebble, and they want a rematch.”

“I’m a big boy, like your cat.”

“Safe travels. Don’t get run over.” Is how she delivers her own goodbye, hands in the pockets of her aged leather jacket as she turns back to her own path, to stalk a target of her own.

“Tell Big Boy I would lay down my life for him if I could.” Another lift.

Her wrist-console ‘pings’, and a small screen appears with a press of a button [NEW CONTRACT RECEIVED.] Another day, another town to stalk.

“Is your cat a jaguar?”

“It’ll be the nicest-looking van at the scrapyard with that fresh coat of paint.” She retorts humourlessly, dusting off her shoulder with a swift flick of the wrist. “Just needs some racing stripes.”

“Yes, and that depends what heavy is to you.” Another lift.

#TheGhostOfKiki Enough time has passed. I need to lock in and write an assassination again!

➢ @nevermisses.bsky.social

“Good thing I’ve had my jabs.” She calls out in response, biceps flexing as she lifts the vehicle.

The supe walks a few metres down the concrete, and lifts the van back upright onto its wheels, no energy exerted at all. That’s her ‘good deed’ of the day done. “You scratched their vehicle.” Is what she, very dryly, has to say in reply.

<— Doing floor presses with a rusty coach left at a scrapyard for arm day today.

#row Hey guys, I hate to do this but this is important. My best friend and my housemates cat has a lump on her side, and we don't have the money to get her checked out. If you all could share this around, and donate if you can. Thank you. gofund.me/ce87ab656

" 𝐈 ? 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 . "

“She did us all the favour herself a few years ago, like a coward. I’m still furious I wasn’t the one to do it. It’s personal.” She simply refuses to elaborate on that part, offering a nod of her head in place of a handshake.

“Just like their favourite war-criminal. How poetic.” She jokes humourlessly, appreciating the irony of the other sharing a similar ability to She Who Shall Not Be Named. “Tamar. Nice to meet you.”

She wastes no time in answering his question. “Stormfront was a Nazi, and her supporters are scum.” She speaks with seething hatred in her voice during that second sentence. “I only throw my weight around when it’s necessary.”

“You’re telling me. Supes used to be combat-trained. Take full advantage of their strengths. Now they’re just actors in shitty movies, that happen to have powers, or wannabe-Dictators who have very public temper tantrums.”