bullseye 𖣠

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🕷️| 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞.
🕸️| 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.
🕷️| 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧.

✦•𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.•✦

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𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒...

・ 𝐷𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑒・

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"So I'm back...

From Outer Space!"

With a friend.

Yes.

#SeductiveSunday

! `` 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥. `` !

[ Independent portrayal of ULTRON ]
[ 616 / Rivals based, own headcanons present. ]

[ Created by Veil ]
[ #marvelrp #marvelcomicsrp #mcurp #mvrp ]

@nowayhunt.bsky.social

You have a wonderful grasp of your vision for your characters - the right parts threatening, romantic, and unhinged. You picked your muses very well and especially Dex is a joy to read.

Introducing

"Come now amour~ surely would could settle this without bloodshed~

Or if your feeling frisky, essaie-moi~."

Valentine Bloodstone

"Oh Chérie..that top? With those boots?

Who dressed you, a caveman?"

Le Prince Charmant

"Pour la dernière fois, je ne suis pas Nightcrawler !"

I'm sure I ate a man just a few minutes ago, and now you're telling me I've been 'beamed' to a diner?

what do you mean?

Hey.

Hello. ;)

⋆˚꩜｡ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆ ⋆˚꩜｡

#marvelrp
#dcrp
#comicrp
#ocrp

penned by ryu .

Really... Hothead.

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑌𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 - 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔.

・ 𝚁𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 ・

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𝙾𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 ♡

all i wanna do is come running home to you.

rp/parody account for barry allen from cw the flash. may contain darker themes. written by hallion. admin is 28

Okay, hhm.

Hello.

Guess who back.

“I already have a career, dear. I’m mentioned in the news from time to time.”

He smiled slowly. His smile broadened as he pulled his hand back. He folded his arms across his chest and nodded his head in agreement.

“And I like that.”

"Can't you choose for me? Seriously... I'm sure I'm terrible with flowers."

He smiled slowly. He placed his hand on Winter's shoulder.

"Please?"

Is the chaos growing? I suppose this fight among mutants is always going on.

He didn't know what kind of flowers they were. He scratched the back of his neck and tilted his head to one side. He sighed softly.

"The ones that smell nice? I don't know what kind they are."

“Our family doesn’t define who we are. I’m sure he won’t turn out like that.”

He shrugged his shoulders. He pressed his fingers into the man’s shoulder and shrugged his shoulders as if to offer support.

“Who you are and what you do matters. Nothing else.”

“Still the same old stuff. FBI is quite tough. What about you? What are you up to?”