No trails, no scents, no paper trails even. Nothing that could ever be traced back to him. Or his associates.

It's barely a first year essay without and format - really it's more of a script than anything. I hope you read it with all the humor, indignation, and humanity I can muster.

Disempowerment and Fake Representation

Disempowerment and Fake Representation~ Or, Why Futanari and ‘Intersex/trans optional’ Are Bigoted and Dehumanizing to Trans and Intersex People.An essay that’s been BBQ'd by #ᑢᕼᗩᖇ 🏳️‍⚧️ I need to ...

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"Be happy to make one more with you. Have you met the 'Black Cat'? Platinum hair? Black body suit? You share a vibe, as the kids say." He downed the rest, tucking the flask into his jacket pocket. "We're in need of more skilled folks. Always."

"Always a little something the same." The giant mountain of a man nodded, offering her the flask as he stepped off of where he'd been leaning on the brickwork. "Spiders, and Devils, and some loser with the word fist literally in his name. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"More than I can ask for." He seemed good natured about it. Maybe there was more to it. He seemed like there was violence if some kind lingering under every word. "People ignore you when you want them to - or at least, they don't question you so much. That's valuable." ~

𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴@whoismaneater.bsky.social · 6mo ago

“I’m not sure if I can take care of your daughter… but I’ll try.” Caelina didn’t really have a problem with the request even if protecting people wasn’t exactly what suited her best. “I’ll make sure she gets hurt as little as possible… that’s the most I can promise.”

"Someday there might be a fight, or a tussle that goes sideways. There are people I'd like to be protected. You move without as much scrutiny. I have a daughter. Getting her out safely is a top priority." "If you're around when things go south. I'd like her to be your priority."

𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴@whoismaneater.bsky.social · 6mo ago

Maneater fell silent for a moment, emerald eyes fixed on him as she slowly lifted the glass of scotch that had been set in front of her. She didn’t drink immediately. Instead, she turned the glass slightly in her hand, watching the amber liquid catch the dim light. “And the second request?”

"I do what I do, and you do best. Make problems disappear. You end up in a cell? Incan fix that. You need to skip town? Skip the whole world and see a new one? Ingot you covered. A little petty cash after any conversations..." ~

𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴@whoismaneater.bsky.social · 6mo ago

Maneater listened quietly up to this point, thinking it honestly didn’t sound all that difficult. She would just keep living her life, doing the same things she always did. If anything, it almost sounded too good. “And what exactly do I get out of it~?” +

"Sometimes we have a conversation. Sometimes I might ask some questions." He smiled, hoping that meaning was clear. "I am a man in need of eyes and ears and you get close to anyone you want. Some of them let you so close." He took another sip of his drink, as one was brought for her. ~

𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴@whoismaneater.bsky.social · 6mo ago

She raised a brow at what he said. Honestly, it sounded like she wouldn’t be losing anything at all. And that was exactly what made her suspicious. “And what do you get out of it?”

"I think you might want to reconsider, at least hear out the job position and benefits package." He leaned forward, fingers curling into each other as his hands folded. "I just want you to keep killing people. Eat when you're hungry, or whatever it is you're doing." ~

𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴@whoismaneater.bsky.social · 6mo ago

Caelina let out a quiet hum, lazily flipping through one of the photos before placing it back down on the table. “I’m flattered you want me in your enterprise.” “But I’m gonna have to pass… I like working on my own. Never really liked being tied down to any group.”

@strayclaws.bsky.social "What's new, putty tat?" He stood on his roof in Harlem on a cool night, wind coming in off the Hudson while he nursed whiskey from a flask

"That's why I brought you here. Potentially I would very much like to be friends." "Or rather, I'm looking to onboard you into my enterprise." He smiled at his own handiwork. Not that he had her follower - he was spying on nearly everyone already. "Because you are not a known factor to us." ~

𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴@whoismaneater.bsky.social · 6mo ago

Caelina glanced at the photos—some of them she barely even remembered being taken, and honestly had no idea how he even got them. But was she surprised? Not really. If anything, she was a little impressed. +

"I have been keeping tabs." He pushed an envelope across the table, inside old fashioned film photos of her speaking with a few notable super heroes, some in some out of costume. "You travel in interesting circles. I would say I'm impressed that half of these rubes haven't booked you yet."

𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴@whoismaneater.bsky.social · 6mo ago

“I’ve been here long enough to know where I can and can’t do certain things.” she said. She smiled more of a businesslike smile than one of friendliness while her emerald green eyes stayed fixed on him, clearly assessing. “But I travel quite often. I’m not in this city all the time.”

"You're an unknown element. I don't hate those, but I like sizing them up. I assume you're much the same." Snubbing out the cigar in a tray, he eyes her carefully. Two predators unsure of the other. Low drone of pressure. "Been in the city long?"

𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴@whoismaneater.bsky.social · 6mo ago

She finally sat down in the chair, her movements smooth and unhurried. Her eyes turned back to him once again. “So tell me.” she tilted her head slightly. “what made you go as far as sending me an invitation?” Caelina would stay cautious whenever she had to step into someone else’s territory.

─────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧 ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────── 𝐓𝐡𝐞 '𝐌𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐜'. 𝐀𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 '𝐌𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐜'@bastionprotocol.bsky.social · 9mo ago

𝚂𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚜, 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝙰 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕, 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎.

He looked up from where his eyes were on the table. His age was hard to place. Due to the inhuman feature most prominent about him - skin like alabaster rock. But he seemed older. How he held himself. Maybe fifty, but maybe as young as thirty. Impossible to place. "You are right on time." ~

𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴@whoismaneater.bsky.social · 6mo ago

She didn’t make him wait long. The sound of high heels clicked against the floor in steady rhythm with each step. Caelina dressed in a red suit with a deep plunging neckline, walked into the dim light of the club. +

When people look at Alonzo, they see a few things; they see a super villain. A man eho throws down with costumed Nancies on the streets. Like your mad scientist Doctor Octopuses, or your silly glue gun weilding psycho's like Paste Pot Pete. They see a gangster. Tombstone was a criminals. ~

𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴@whoismaneater.bsky.social · 6mo ago

Caelina frowned softly as she stared at the business card now resting between her fingers. The red envelope definitely hadn’t been there earlier — she was sure of it. And that only made the uneasy feeling slowly creeping beneath her skin even worse. +

A little red envelope, bent in half to sit up like a tent was waiting for her on her table. How did 'THAT' get there? Inside, a business card for a club. A bar and smoking lounge in Harlem called Enzo's. Scribbled in black ink a small drawing of a tombstone on the back of the envelope.

𝐶𝐴𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐴@whoismaneater.bsky.social · 6mo ago

Caelina’s been stressed lately. maybe it’s time to find a new sponsor. Someone powerful and wealthy who can make problems with cops and reporters quietly disappear. Too bad she still has no idea who to trust. The redhead only sighed and exhaled cigarette smoke into the air.

Caelina’s been stressed lately. maybe it’s time to find a new sponsor. Someone powerful and wealthy who can make problems with cops and reporters quietly disappear. Too bad she still has no idea who to trust. The redhead only sighed and exhaled cigarette smoke into the air.

𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 💄 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏 » 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 💄𝑜𝑐/𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡/𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 » 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 💄𝑆𝐹𝑊 | 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 #marvelRP #DCRP #MVRP #BSRP #oc #sfwrp #nsfwrp

I really need to get back to work. This sleepy world is ripe for some plundering....

⠀ 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒚𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒎 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒂. 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍, 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅; 𝑫𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖, 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒂. ⠀

Looks like a fine morning to make some moves...