❂ 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐨𝐮 ⁘ ⁛ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ... ⁘ ˙˙˙ɹǝqɯǝɯǝɹ I ɟı ʇnᙠ ⁛ ⁘ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝟐
𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞
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ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴛ ɪ... Mun is 40+ | RP Parody Account BBQ'd by #ᑢᕼᗩᖇ 🏳️⚧️ 🚫❮𝘋𝘕𝘐 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘙𝘚 / 𝘈𝘐 / 𝘐𝘙𝘓❯🚫 I own no art posted! ⚰️🕊️ #HorrorRP | #SMTRP | #PersonaRP
“As a child I believed adults had strong beliefs and could rule themselves. I wanted to be an adult like that... But, as you age, you start to see many things... There are times when you become confused...” [ #Persona2RP #P2RP #PersonaRP #MVRP ]
katsuya suou gets Serious
ALT: katsuya suou gets Serious
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Getting off the plane, Liya's eyes scanned the terminal. Packed to bursting. Screaming children. A city properly alive, even if she could sense the demons lurking in the shadows and shades. The ambient psionic power was... Staggering. But that was New York for you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀╭────── 人 •͈ ──────╮ “𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽. ╰────── 人 •͈ ──────╯ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꧁𓊈𒆜𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪.𒆜𓊉꧂ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀ ⠀ ─ ๋࣭ ✦.` ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ 、 ⠀ 𝕷𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ 𝕯𝑼𝑺𝑻 、 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ɪᴛ`s ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ⠀ ⠀ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ 𝕾𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 ; sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ 𝕯𝑼𝑺𝑻 .
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴍ͟ᴜ͟ᴄ͟ʜ ʜᴇʀᴇ 、 ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ 𝕸𝐔𝐂𝐇 ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs 𝕰𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 ʀᴏᴏᴍ . ⠀⠀. . . ʙᴜᴛ ── ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴅ͟͟͟ ͟ᴏ͟͟͟ ͟ᴏ͟͟͟ ͟ʀ͟. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ 𝕷𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ . ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇ 𝕯𝑶𝑶𝑹 . ⠀
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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"You strike me as a vodka soda sort of woman when you're working." Liya did as expected, slipping into a slightly happier, more relaxed attitude. From the corner of her eye however... A tall figure, white feathered wings - standing in the doorway to the bar. When she turned to look? ~
ㅤ Her laughter echoed around the bar and Gabrielle looked back at the detective with that smile of hers—so distinctive and so daring. She hadn’t found anyone who seemed suspicious to her, at least not by her own standards or what her bosses were looking for, so she decided to wait for the time »
𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖔 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓
The Living Dead Girl -Gwen Stacy from an alternate Ultimate Universe. -Multiverse Refugee after her universe was destroyed and Multiple Man displaced her. -Solo member of her band Carnage. -Moonlights as a (kind of) hero. This account is 18+ for violence and some sexual themes. Minors DNI
🕸️ char Kurt's my biggest, active account so here we go. Fuck racism. Fuck it at all levels. Fuck your weird agendas, fuck trying to use narratives like 'society doesn't care' to hurt minorities, fuck your entire life if you think this is acceptable. You desperately need therapy. ~🔽
"It's not every day a woman meets a great voice. I have a weakness for someone who can get up in front of a crowd. Even bit me in the ass a few times." She'd caught a glance at her contact a few times. His dark hair gave him away. Deep as pitch and unkempt. ~
ㅤ Gabrielle feigned surprise when the detective told her what she was going to do, then chuckled, covering her mouth with her free hand and pretending to be innocent and taken aback. "Were you going to do that? How charming. Well then, I’ll let you buy me a drink.” She winked at her and only »
Neo noir crime nour that's too complicated and dense. Sells really well years later when the genre gets a new Blade Runner movie.
If your muse tried to write a book, do you think it would be any good?
🎭 I will be back on this account tonight or tomorrow! Mondays are hard for meeee
The jaw unhinged. Blue flesh seemed almost to tear on its face to accommodate its maw opening so wide. An unarmored woman, it would have dived at her - maybe to bite her in half. "Persona." A flurry of white and chainmail, colored blue and green with gold trim - a figure with a calm face. ~
Unfortunately for Priss, that strange approximation of blood got on her, making her produce an exaggerated gagging sound. She turned to face the source of the expelled fluid. Demon, the woman said, and there wasn't time to contemplate whether that was better or worse than a Boomer. ~
Liya's eyes danced with Gabrielle's, her lips slightly parting as she followed. "I was about to offer to buy you one." Seclusion was fine. If anything, it was better. She stood out far more than her contact did, and they could meet up for their exchange any time tonight. And Miss Sideris... ~
ㅤ Gabrielle knew all those tricks only too well. Of course she’d pretend she was seducing her even though, in reality, she was just putting on an act and doing her job. A playful smile touched her lips as she saw the change in the detective’s expression, as if, all of a sudden, she wanted »
# ➣ persephone ( poppy ) ৎ୭ დ ✧ t̵h̵i̵s̵ ̵o̵n̵e̵’̵s̵ ̵j̵u̵s̵t̵ ̵f̵o̵r̵ ̵m̵e̵,̵ ̵m̵y̵s̵e̵l̵f̵ ̵a̵n̵d̵ ̵i̵ 𐙚 🝮 🜲
Spring moves with a strange restlessness in the hearts of women.
"Mhmm." Her eyes flicked back to the hostess - a carefully manicured smile on her lips. "Special. What a sweet word. Like honeycomb." Reaching up, her fingers pulled Sideris' fingers from her cheek, suddenly seeming like a different person. Matching her flirtatious energy. ~
ㅤ She liked the way she kissed her knuckles, just like in the films she used to watch on her days off or when she was feeling particularly sad. A smile lingered on her lips and, in return, she gently caressed her cheek and pinched it tenderly. "I hope so, darling. Maybe if you come along »
Just a bit too high to have hit actually, and a little to the left. The bullet was spinning in place a few feet behind the armored woman, as if it were lodged in space but still trying to drill deeper into whatever had been behind her. Green and black fluid leaked from some invisible wound - ~
WHOOSH. Sidestepped. Unnecessarily so, given the armor, but she's been told far too many times to quit breaking that damn hardsuit. "What the Hell was that for?" 💢