~K-A-I-N-E~ 🔞

New face (left) and original face (right).
While I'm familiar with the original version I made, it was time for Amy here to get a touch up. Certain change I'm happy with, others I'm on the fence.

Thoughts?

Hey that's me

//serious not a joke, please donate I need to get 100$ asap within two weeks, I can't go to a loan place I'm already in debt, please any amount helps

I have a cash app and zelle, I'm not a bot I just want help please, cash app is $ExplosiveResults
I am begging you

A new day, new opportunities. The feline stood along this land's northern coast, just under the canopy of his tent. He rarely got a good night's sleep, but last night was a welcome exception.
Soon, he'd head into town.

/ l think I might move my characters to Tumblr. Gives me me more room to write, though zero interactions.
I haven't had the soul recently to do any writing. If you would like to find me there, I run an account called AllBeefHawtDawg, using my character Amy Armstrong.

//saw Tron Ares
It was pretty good, though I do wish Ares had more time in the grid itself. Most of the movie takes place in our world, which is neat. Ut that was never the appeal of Tron.

Still think the semi erasure of Tron legacy in this is not right. Sam and Quora could've been in this.

< toppled over, landing squarely on Superman. The Yautja leapt on the trunk, using its own weight to try and pin the man of steel down.
"Yautja are honor-bound, so unless you wish to be displayed up on a mantle, surrender."
Kal's own voice being parroted back became annoying, especially now.

A bolt rang out again, the hot plasma striking not Superman,but instead a large oak tree. It both set it ablaze, and tore apart the bottom half, sending splinters of singed wood and burning tinders around. The tree began to list to one side. As the Yautja began to run towards Superman, the tree >

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"look mommy,

A shooting star!"

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"Nature made me a freak. Man made me a weapon. And God made it last too long"

Rp Acount Dark themes

N/SFW Minors DNI

Serious/Not serious

Crossover friendly Friendly writer

#MVRP/#DCRP/#ComicRP

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@weaponxlogann.bsky.social

[If it bleeds, mutant? If it bleeds.]
The Yautja is taunting the Deadliest Man Alive on a nice summer night.

<Again the beastly visitor encircled the Kryptonian, this time scanning his blades with some sort of red light.
The voice called out.

"After I end this, I assure you; your kin will be spared from the hunt. Honor bound, We."

The figure aimed the laser sight, oddly enough, just past him.

The beast was caught off guard by the speed of his foe, but it wasn't anything it couldn't handle. The Hunter placed it's hands on Superman's neck, then flung him over his back like a Judo throw.
Seemed a diplomatic approach would work here. Yet. >

< He swiped at the Kryptonian, the dual gauntlet blades making a ringing sound as they struck the symbol of hope emblazoned on Superman.
"Kryptonian, a worthy trophy." The mask blurted out, Clarks own distorted voice commanding him.

Bold demands, considering who the Yautja is up against.

The Hunter growled and clicked more, arms splayed out and crouched again. It encircled Superman, slowly. As if sizing up the right angle of attack. "Yes, talk. Gives me time." The beast thought.
His blood pumped just that bit faster, the thrill of the hunt now in play. >

The Hunter approached slowly, hunched over slightly, fingers splayed out. Once again the mandibles clicked, the beast standing upright, almost... Mimicking the squared up stance. A plasma bolt rang out soaring through the air... And then fizzling off the Hero.
The beast tilted its head, confused.

The Hunter grasped at Batgirl's throat. His mask's modulator spoke, clearly not the beast's voice.
"Bat Man. Location. Now."
The fifth time this alien had asked for Bruce.

Some trophies are worth displaying. This... "homelander" man was no more than a stepping stone to a mighty Yautja.

The Yautja returned to the dense thicket, crouching down to tend to the reader.
This Yautja had taken you in during his hunt. For a murderous alien hunter, the Predator was rather doting. It watched you with curiosity as you drank the water and ate the junk food it stole for you.

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Strangely his own voice was parroted back at him.
"Anyone there?" It was heavily filtered and lowered in pitch. The laser guide finally made its way to Superman's chest. It seemed locked on to it, from the darkness. Out of which, stepped the Yautja.

"No... One... Here."

The Hunter watched from the trees, his visor scanning the Hero.

"Species: Kryptonian. Threat: High."

The hunter's mandibles clicked under his mask, as the laser guide slowly tracked along the ground towards Superman.

// bringing back my Jungle Hunter Yautja for the Halloween season, depending on interaction rate.
Sfw, NSFW, Combat, AUs, it's all game.

@the-man-of-steel.bsky.social

< remained cloaked until the Kryptonian's foot landed upon one of the long landing struts of the shop.

The cloak, once disturbed seemed to be a honeycomb pattern. Whoever built the ship or owned it, was technologically advanced. The ground beneath it was still hot from the thrusters...

As the Kryptonian landed, the intergalactic hunter hid. This was meant to be an easy hunt. Little did the yautja know.

The faint crunch of a branch falling from a tree too but a few meters away made it clear, something was nearby, but it's exact location would be hard to pinpoint.
The ship >

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@the-man-of-steel.bsky.social

Metropolis was cold most evenings, but things were gonna heat up tonight. A ship lands almost silently outside, north of the city. It's passenger exits and when the coast is clear, decloaks.
"Destination Reached, Earth." The Hunter's scanner chimed.

// I want to write with others here I just need y'all to understand that life doesn't let up for a fucking second on me as of late. I'm focused on housing myself for the upcoming year, facing unemployment again, and a myriad of health problems of my wife.

That said, I will try and be active.

Should I bring back Amy?

"You can't run anymore, Quinn! Come out, and I promise, it will be over quickly." He said, decowling as he walked around where he last saw the jester. Harley already knew it was Jason, come to get his revenge.

#openrp looking for a Harley Quinn, or any Arkhamverse RP. NSFW is earned.

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"It's funny, Tim. You are a good Robin. Not better than me, but you got guts. Counts for something."

#openrp #DcRp