ooc. okay I gotta go to bed, more replies tomorrow

for a moment, he simply stared, his brow furrowing just a hint in confusion as he watched the stranger took a bow. that was a first. well, a first without it coming with grovelling and begging and the pathetic, snivelling cries for mercy. if violence had a scent, it clung to the stranger ---

i am. . . the 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐍——— roleplay. indie portrayal of kara zor-el from #maws 18+

ooc. I fear that when I finally get to watch fire and ash I'll end up writing miles quaritch he's all that until neytiri shows up. then he's visibly shitting bricks and I think that's INCREDIBLY funny

now imagine having to listen to a certain dipshit rehearse it. the suffering that I endure. . .

right. right. he seems to have let it slip his mind that this creature has no concept of being a walking product --- which it IS, to be clear. he's tempted to kick her. to be mean. but she wouldn't understand that, either, would she? . . . not that the Deep does, either. at least Silk ---

Hey everyone! i'm Misty, this is my RP account where I play Angel, a Supe created by Vought International Expect dark themes, horror, and storytelling NSFW territory gets moved to DMs — just ask! You can also find me at @theunbound.bsky.social Hope to write with some of you soon 🖤

➢ 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝒩𝐸𝐸𝒟 𝒯𝒪 𝒦𝒩𝒪𝒲

“ . . . Quebec is real, dipshit. ” John corrects, though he sounds far less aggressive than usual. “ and if you even think about coming back with any ideas against me, I'll personally fucking escort you to El Mira myself. ” he frowns, the expression oddly earnest, as if he's finally ---

ffffffffff. f. father. . .'s day . it's. . . father's day. . .

ooc. homelander is such a seething dickhead dude I have so much fun writing him

sure thing, champ! ( extremely patronizing pat on the shoulder. )

【 ♡ 】You're so right!! My bad, carry on Godlander

yeeee-ah. that explains quite a lot about this whole exchange.

ooc. its okay when HE does it. he's god, silly

FUCK. THANK YOU.

I'm sorry, have you seen my fanbase? I feel like you might be a little out of the loop.

. . . fuckin' pride. fucking inclusivity. now I'm a fucking diversity statistic.

oh, no. . .

It’s the middle of the night, and the air is cool with a sea breeze gently blowing across the docks. (Lady) Death herself had been following the target’s each and every footstep for a day, intricately planning their demise along with a second target’s.

#Manhandled Anti-Perspirant; Success comes with sweat, but stinking out the function comes with negative aura. Get yours now at all drugstores.

"I can breathe underwater.. isn't that cool?!"

( oh, his eyes were suddenly glassy, shiny as the plastic backend of a freshly unpackaged Ken doll. it'd be impressive how quickly the fight drained from him, were it not quite so pathetically indicative of his upbringing, of the festering and moldy shards of humanity that he so vehemently ---

#Queekisms As you can see, important conversations are being held behind the scenes.

like you can't fucking rip everything away from me. like you haven't threatened to. ( he practically spits his response, jaw clenched, voice forced through his bared teeth like he's a cornered animal ready to defend himself. )

finally, his head pops out from underneath the covers, chin propping up on the Deep's shoulder so that Homelander may affix those soulless blue eyes on the Deep. “ I don't miss people. I'm not weak. ” he sounds too pouty to convince even himself of that. “ that's human. I'm better than ---

he stops dead, as if he has to process the audacity of someone else existing in his space. “ you're excused. ” he remarks tensely, as if anticipating an immediate apology.

( blink. oh. okay. okay wait. he's having some regrets. . . ) whoa. hey. easy, there. you know what they say, uh. . . dad. sticks and stones, right?

ooc. I am making so many typos and format mistakes today I deeply apologize I am very slightly out of sorts today

“ Deep! “ he scolds again, nice voice now upticking with agitation. “ shut your fucking mouth. oh my god. . . the shit that I put up with. ” now he's just being unnecessarily mean.

oh, like anyone fucking asked you? you're lucky to be awake. I could have left you in that sleeper and you should have been none the wiser. my generosity yet again goes unappreciated.

“ no?! I was promised! by an angel. I will be god. I will be loved. ” christ, he almost sounds like a child trying to power scale on the playground, like he's trying to find a way to rig a game in his favour. “ I can't die. I won't die. Madelyn wouldn't lie to me. not again. ”

"Deep." he sounds more whiny than scolding when he finally speaks up, like he's being forced to eat his vegetables at dinner. one hand emerges from the covers to search for a pillow to throw.

burying himself further under the covers like some sort of oversized mole, hands now over his ears. he could say something mean. he wants to say something mean.

#TheGhostOfKiki This is Deeplander domestic bliss, by the way.

he's having regrets. but he's too committed to his pity party to leave, so instead he utters a string of swears and pulls the covers over his head.

he hasn't been seen today.

" 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 , 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 . "

" 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾'𝒹 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁 𝒷ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 . . . ”

The Freedom Camps are NOT prisons. They’re calm and carefree re-education centres that pull people away from STARLIGHT’S LIES and into the loving embrace of Homelander. Here’s one of the attendees at one of our many camps! D’awh! He’s a cheeky little bugger isn’t he? Adorable.

“ coincidence. ” that manic light in his eyes is brighter than ever, now. he doesn't seem to register that a random fluke might have helped him cheat death. “ why would it be anything else?! I've had the vision. I was promised. ”

for a moment, he looks panicked, like he's just watched a nuclear bomb drop over something he holds dear. but then he smiles. “ so I came back. ” he states simply. “ and you still refuse to see. oh, poor, ignorant Hughie. . . ”

“ no. no it wasn't. it felt re --- ” blinkblinkblink. “ why the fuck am I telling YOU. you were there! fucking asshole! you let him kill me! ” offended about a supposed dream, now. . .

“ wait. hold on. hold --- what the fuck do you mean you. . . I thought that was a dream. I call bullshit! ”

𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘊𝘈𝘕'𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘓 𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘠 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌——

oh, ha, ha, Hughie. you'll see. when you die, of course, because I can't let you live. but you'll see.

okay. okay. he's a victim again.

someone feeling a little sassy today?