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ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝘿𝙊𝙂 '𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 .ᐟ ᅠ
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deathoncall.bsky.social
❝𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥...

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ᅠᅠ» WO-2. Faye, Silvia | S-G180
ᅠᅠ» Spartan-III, GAMMA COMPANY.
ᅠᅠ» Office of Naval Intelligence, Delta-6.
ᅠᅠ» Joint Fires Observer.
ᅠᅠ» #HaloRP | #MVRP
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.❞

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 「 ♥ + ⟳ 」
deathoncall.bsky.social
↪ @𝐱𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐬.𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 . . .

' selfmade crutch . '
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bloodontherisers.bsky.social
↪ @𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 . . .

' run it up . '
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theimmortalwitch.bsky.social
Baddest Bitch on Earth-616
- The Immortal Witch
- Black Queen of the Hellfire Club
- Your Worst Nightmare and Biggest Dream
Selene Gallio
- #marvelrp #mvrp #bskyrp #n0nam3
- N/SFW
- Potential Mature and Dark Themes
❤️+🔁
theimmortalwitch.bsky.social
"Through all the centuries... I've never had anyone track me -- when I didn't want them to. Unfortunately, you won't be alive long enough to share what you've learned..."
deathoncall.bsky.social
That's a stupid question --
crackedchessboard.bsky.social
does she have...

calloused 🥵🥵 fingers
deathoncall.bsky.social
She's playing guitar again.

It's been awhile.
deathoncall.bsky.social
The car incident, your choice in who you're attracted to . . .
deathoncall.bsky.social
I have an unparalleled capability to absorb, analyze, and apply information--
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Reposted by ― 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐂
anastasiamitchell.bsky.social
"Morning !!

In need of coffee

(It's really cold ) "
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oftrustvalues.bsky.social
 

⠀⠀# #mvrp × #tbhxrp × #tobeheroxrp × #animerp × #donghuarp × #mharp × #marvelrp × #dcrp

 
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championofshazam.bsky.social
Here’s my contribution for #flexfriday.
deathoncall.bsky.social
didn't help matters any.

"Soldier?"

Her voice was hard, ghoulish, almost. Just like that grey-toned glare.

"Bold assumption."
deathoncall.bsky.social
Yet another instance of Silvia distinctly being somewhere she didn't belong- and like all other times, very easily called out.

Even in civilian attire, a cropped white shirt, leather jacket, boots and woodland-patterned trousers. She still stuck out like a sore thumb, and the handgun on her hip (+)
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deathoncall.bsky.social
god and love .

i think it's odd , god and love were nowhere around when i went looking .
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deathoncall.bsky.social
' leave it at that , motherfucker . '

#FlexFriday
𝐒𝐤𝟖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 - 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞
deathoncall.bsky.social
yeah ?

so stop trying to correct me on how i handle things .
walksineternity.bsky.social
doesn't need to be fair, experience always wins.
deathoncall.bsky.social
The process of preparation wasn't all too different- more emphasis on seasoning and vegetables, mainly. There were beef cubes off to the side, already made.

"Go lie back down, mahbub. I'll bring you a plate when it's ready," she smiled- then leaning close.

"You had a long enough night."
deathoncall.bsky.social
her fingers pressing against the inter-comm's 'talk' button.

"Mister Harkin, report to the observations' room immediately."

The interrogator looked up at the window, quizzically tilting his head, before shrugging and exiting the room.
deathoncall.bsky.social
It was clear that their mark wasn't budging, Silvia's boot against the wall stroking far angrier than it reasonably should given the circumstance. But who would say something about it?

Nobody who still wanted teeth.

She'd always been a loose canon. They all were.

"Fuck this," she hissed, (+)
ironwilledbitch.bsky.social
"Wouldn't be doing much smiling if we were both in there and not mister gentle hands in there handling this. They should really leave such things to the professionals"

A playful wink shot towards Silvia, then grabs another chair pulling it up as she sits down watching the screen now.
deathoncall.bsky.social
Still kicking, still glaring. Her Sidekick lay idle in its' holster, as she watched the interrogator work. They'd tried everything within legal bounds, already.

"Exactly. But if I throw Mr. Stereotypical Eco-Terrorist there out of the goddamned airlock, I'm the fucking bad guy."

Narrowing her (+)