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ʙᴜᴛᴄʜᴇʀ - ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ʀᴘ - ᴍᴠ - ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ - ᴍᴅɴɪ - ǫᴜᴇᴇᴋ
“I’ll ‘ave you know that I am VERY fastidious about looking after me self.” Billy rubbed a hand through his own definitely greasy and unkempt hair. A fresh whiff of cigarettes and booze radiating off his jacket as he moved. “I used head and shoulders, mate.”
A scoff, and Billy rolls his eyes. "My hair is /not/ greasy. And I don't have acne." Billy glares, teeth gritting. "I'm not takin this from someone who looks like you don't know what a shower is."
“Never had it.” Not that he could clearly recall anyway. He’s probably drunk a fair share of it while he’s been pissed out of his mind. “Guinness. That’s a proper beer.” God he wanted some now.
"No SHIT they all taste like piss!! But some beer definitely tastes like slightly less awful piss. Big fan of Blue Moon though." (Even if he said it out loud that he appreciates it, Mirage would just shrug. Sure, Butcher wasn't all that bad looking but she enjoyed feeding on people who wanted to.)
If you ever so much as touch a hair on that lad’s head, I swear, Homelander…
*especially Hughie. that lousy coffin-dodging oxygen thief. so count yourself lucky that I didn't evaporate your little fuckin'. . . pet or whatever he is to you.
Swooping in when you least expect it- Recently hired gryphon coming to collect taxes. Either works solo or with the famous tax horse.
Grifo em As Crônicas De Nárnia
ALT: Grifo em As Crônicas De Nárnia
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Honestly? I haven’t done a ton of RPing because life is being annoying. But I think the sets system is working. I feel more in control. I feel less overwhelmed. I feel like I can concentrate better now it’s just a handful of muses and not twenty million all at once. Thoughts?
“Aight.” Billy visibly braces himself. His cheeks tensing and jaw tightening. “Oi, cunt.”
"Yeah? Why don't you show me how it is done?"
“Yeah.” Butcher reaches into his pockets and lights himself a cigarette. “I feel like imma catch hair grease and acne just standin’ next to ya.”
He's staring back, arms folding across his chest in response. Hes not intimidated by the other. "Aw. Are you really so /mad/ about me standin here."
“Nice, nice.” He’s clearly not being sincere. “Gotta hit harder with the ‘cunt’ though. Really say it with all yer fuckin’ chest.”
"Oi cunt, how ya doin'?" Yeah, it was a horrible accent, she tried to imitate him.
I was workin’ out an escape plan for ‘em. While you were what? Suckin on some titty milk in some comfy middle-manager’s office?
let's check our notes! who let his friends rot in a Freedom Camp while he ran free? hmmm?
➢ " ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏʟᴅ-ꜰᴀꜱʜɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ʙᴏꜱꜱ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ... "
“Too right, you Fantastic Foxy fuck. I’m yer worst bloody nightmare.”
"*That's* what's wrong? Well I'm Fleet, the Archer of Justice, the Hero of Julesvale! If you've got such a problem with heroes then you must be some kind of villain!"
OI! SERGE! I THINK A SPIDER WANTS TO FUCK YOUR FRENCHOLE.
If you want someone to finger, I think Frenchie’s around somewhere.
Money shot.
Billy just stands there. Hands deep in his jacket pockets. Letting Billy’s gaze wash over him without a care in the world. “Apparently not. So get lost.”
"What do /I/ want." A scoff, Billy's lip curling in disgust at the other. His eyes flick up and down the others form, and then settle on his face. "Nothin. Can't a man just stand here."
#Queekisms oh so the whole of RP wants to test out this new ‘be more consistent’ thing im aiming for huh 😂😭
Starting Monday: I’ll be sticking to a strict rotation of my muses! Broken down into a set I’ll focus on per day! I’ll add something to my pinned here that I’ll update every day so people can easily see what I’m focusing on! Here’s the planned sets!