Jubilation Lee

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- An independent portrayal of Psylocke from Marvel.

- Sai version inspired by Marvel Rivals and Peach Momoko's Demon Days verse.

- Bi muse with heavy lean towards women.

- Switch with sub preference.

- Cis female by default.

- NSFW themes will be on the timeline.

ugh , okay , fine.

I'm literally eighteen , and have heard worse.

spicy.

Gosh , uh — Pepsi for the vibes.

spooky❥

Jean 'I want to see them kiss' Grey

Ooooh — maybe ? Depends on the kind — .

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——— 🪶 MUTANT AND PROUD .

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bet.

mind sharing ?

where's the popcorn when you need it ?

@gwen.quill.blue

« mattresses instead, huh? ”

Teasing only somewhat, the eighteen year old offered the other a charming smile; “ Don't worry, It's still a solid eight out of ten landing . ”

« and white — there was a vague familiarity to the presumed superhero who apparently crashed spectacularly . Instinctively, the mutant would offer a hand out to the stranger , kind of figuring she could more than use a hand.

“ if only it were a pile of »

« getting ready to keep on with her day.

Quickly her attention was snagged by a heavy thud that echoed down the thick canyon of storefronts; as if out of nowhere, a figure laid crumpled into the pile of bags previously occupied by rats. Clad in pink , »

« garners her attention and damn near triggers her flight or fight reflex. Her head turns sharply , eyes scanning the nearby alleyway only to find no-one there. Just garbage bags and restless rats going about their day. She exhales, forcing a laugh before »

« outside remained the same . Muffled beats from the nearby building had nearly been enough to shake the gravel beneath her , decidedly insuring she kept a decent pace with the bustle around her .

A rustle beside her — a sudden unexpected movement that »

« puddles from the day's earlier weather , mirroring shadows of passersby. The sign reflected had changed numerous times over the years , new clubs struggling to pay the steep — and getting ever steeper — rent Manhattan required to operate , but the peddlers»

a humid wind pushes Jubilation's hair into her face as she gently steps across a broken part of sidewalk, shoddily covered in gravel as if that would honestly do anything other than hurt her feet if she puts too much pressure upon it . Neon flickers off »

A weak spot in my heart - this heart of dark forests full of wolves.

|| So -- about that.

I ( have ) done two

And Really would love to do more, but it's not exactly easy to come up with extremely detailed set ups for characters she has no dynamic with lol.

i hope the rest of you don't blame me if the others are more ' prompt ' like

« living through the decimation , several mutant massacres , nothing compared to this pain. No comfort felt like it was coming.

@hopeofmutantkind.bsky.social

« forever — we had hope there , ” her voice warbled between loss and anger ,“ [ I ] had hope there ; and not only is everything gone — but. But things feel worse. ”

The words were difficult to express. But it felt as though that were the truth . Despite »

« her words break , lips quivering as the thought of her adopted son — a causality of the fallout had come to the forefront of her mind — words had tumbled out , almost stumbling over each other to make themselves heard.

“ Krakoa was supposed to be »

« knowing damn well at any moment she could genuinely have a full on breakdown .

Her eyes , almost deciding to try avoiding meeting with Scott's ruby quartz glasses, anchored on something distant , unreachable .

“ I don't know how to do this any more, ” »

« like a single blow could completely ruin her. Trying to find some composure , the asian american moved past the door frame to lean against the drywall , each step an uncertain tremor . It was sobering , lacking any of the bravado she normally carried ,»