// Please let me know if any of my accounts start asking you how you are and try to warn you about someone pretending to be you. To the hacker:

What is this #SeductiveSunday? Will this do?

He wishes it were so. Jekyll pressed the heel of his palm hard against his brow, eyes squeezed shut. The light stabbed too sharply, every sound a hammer blow in his skull. He sank into the chair with a groan, wishing the world would go still and silent, just for a moment’s mercy.

Uugghh…. *Indeed.*

//Oooh, .. Do I move Creatch/Adam across?

He watched the play of torchlight on the marble walls, idly tracing a finger through the surface of the water, and thought how absurd it was that men could be ruined by a single choice. Here, in the stillness, the noise of Jerusalem felt far away. Almost unreal. Almost harmless.

Pilate let the heat seep into his bones, the rippling water easing the tightness in his shoulders. The faint scent of cedar oil hung in the steam, and for a moment, the world beyond the baths ceased to exist—no petitions, no accusations, no murmured talk of unrest.

//Yes. When he played Judas in JCS in Japan, I think.

//Reverse psychology? Denial? I don't know.

//Margo and Hyde. The most unexpected ship.

/I like Margo…/

@belchiaroscuro.bsky.social Tired. Where is Margo?

Dr. Henry Jekyll sat still in his chair, but inside, he was far from composed. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one within.

Now, please behave. Margo is back. /Margo? Oh, I like Margo…/ No. No, you don’t. Don’t you even think about it!

“You can’t run from the Shadow, but you can invite it to dance.” ~ Margo Lane ~ 21+ #SmutlessRP ~ #TheShadow #DC #Marvel ~ #Noir ~ MV/Selectively MS Penned by #Scripturient

@belchiaroscuro.bsky.social “MARGO!!” Ahem. “Margo!”

Scribbles is having a re-read/listen. Do you think you’ll bring Margo over here @itsscripturient.bsky.social?

Ｍｏｂｉｕｓ Ｍ. Ｍｏｂｉｕｓ Neιтнer ѕo good nor ѕo вad. Вυт a conѕтanт ιn a cнaoтιc world. ~ 21+ #SmutlessRP ~ #Marvel #Loki ~ MV/Selectively MS Penned by #Scripturient

“As tight as you can, please, Poole?” Henry asked as his butler fumbled with the final buckle, securing his right wrist to a solid oak chair the doctor had commissioned. Four other wide leather straps secured his limbs and torso. “As you wish, Sir”, the older man replied. It -

In each of us there are two natures. If this primitive duality of man - good and evil - could be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that is unbearable. •#RP •#21+ •#Descriptive •#AU/Crossovers welcome •#MVRP