𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙈𝙀 𝘿𝙄𝙀! 𝘿𝙄𝙀! 𝘿𝙄𝙀!
𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙄'𝙈 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿

𝘽𝙀𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙇𝙄𝙀! 𝙇𝙄𝙀! 𝙇𝙄𝙀!
𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙔 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏

𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙒𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙔! 𝙏𝙍𝙔! 𝙏𝙍𝙔!
𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎

𝙄 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇...

𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂! 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂! 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂!

He shushes Rose, as the wind carries some chill across.

"Just take in the sights."

From up, it all seemed small, unimportant to him. It helped put distance and see, that the problem, of course, will pass too.

Hey BTW?

While you were all dating and getting laid?

Yeah, I studied the Blade.

Checkmate, sex haver.

// In case ppl want to chitchat.

YES, I HAVE A HEAD WITH. NO. FACE.

I'M-

[Takes off helmet.]

// 🎨: Dave Rapoza

𝙈𝙮, 𝙢𝙮,
𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚
𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩,
𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙚
𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬,
𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨
𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡
𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝е 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙
𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞е𝙣𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚
𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚

I have *check notes*

- Retractable fangs
- Split jaw
- Foot long tongue with a stinger to drink

Make your choices, people.

ònó

Oops.

By Hanasauria

𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮
𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙄 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙
𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚, 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙
𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨

#DCRP | #OCRP

Anubis, God of the Dead.

Eternally tired.

Independent portrayal.

Art by MokoToko

𝘛𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯
𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨?

#MythRP | #MVRP

𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧
𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 b̸̧̛͗̐ŗ̸̧̢̥͓̺̙̳̋̈́͊̀ͅơ̸̖̇͗͋̑̊̌k̷̘̻̍͗ȩ̴͍͍̙͎͔̔̎́͆̈́̊n̵̛̙̑̌͑͝ ̴̧̻̥̭͇͔̔͗̋̑͐ͅc̶̤͉̪͔͇̮͚̩̤͂̎͗̎̕ͅr̸̖̍̿̐̀̽̕͜͠ṳ̵̟͐́č̸̨̦̺̟̗̞͛̆į̸̘̖͍̪̼̻̫͎͌́f̶̲̳͍̹͈̲͙̟̞̬͂̽͗̅i̶͔͍̼̦̯̘͆͒x̷̢̟͓̼̙́͌͛̉͊͗.

#VtMRP | #MVRP | #WoDRP

He already had that dog in him, so now there are two wolves inside of him.

[ @milfizce.bsky.social ]

Cid, much like his sire, was a wanderer. Every country in the world had something he liked. Ireland, however, was special.

He found himself walking Dublin's streets once again, a free spirit.

A thought crossed his mind. How would that one he met, Valarie, be doing now?