𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
@deschaingunslinger.bsky.social
An AU Roland Deschain
Mun is 40+| RP Parody Account
FC is Yoshi Sudarso
BBQ'd by #ᑢᕼᗩᖇ 🏳️⚧️
I own no art posted!
⚰️🕊️
#horrorrp | #mvrp | #TheDarkTower
#roleplay | #fantasyRP
Mun is 40+| RP Parody Account
FC is Yoshi Sudarso
BBQ'd by #ᑢᕼᗩᖇ 🏳️⚧️
I own no art posted!
⚰️🕊️
#horrorrp | #mvrp | #TheDarkTower
#roleplay | #fantasyRP
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"𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕒𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤."
⌖ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙧
⌖ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
"𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖."
... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥.
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"𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕒𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤."
⌖ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙧
⌖ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
"𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖."
... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥.
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"Not vague. Very descriptive. The only things to be sure of."
The man who what was or is a 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 drew away from her. He could move, this one. And edge close to or beyond some of the super-folk she trucked with. Her words barely reached his ear when he was half a meter away-
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The man who what was or is a 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 drew away from her. He could move, this one. And edge close to or beyond some of the super-folk she trucked with. Her words barely reached his ear when he was half a meter away-
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“How vague and nondescript, wonderful.”
She rolled her eyes, shifting her hips as she turned her head to follow his gaze, noticing the tracks.
“Those are new…”
She turned back to him as her brow furrowed.
“No, you’re the first person besides myself I’ve ever seen here. I can’t even+
She rolled her eyes, shifting her hips as she turned her head to follow his gaze, noticing the tracks.
“Those are new…”
She turned back to him as her brow furrowed.
“No, you’re the first person besides myself I’ve ever seen here. I can’t even+
"Followed a trail."
The man put his hands on his hips, shifting his jaw and pulling at his sinus and throat. A heavy spit passed his lips striking the dirt, though he did look away before hand and then another swig. Water chased the remaining dust in his throat.
"Beg your pardon."
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The man put his hands on his hips, shifting his jaw and pulling at his sinus and throat. A heavy spit passed his lips striking the dirt, though he did look away before hand and then another swig. Water chased the remaining dust in his throat.
"Beg your pardon."
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December 23, 2025 at 4:13 AM
"Not vague. Very descriptive. The only things to be sure of."
The man who what was or is a 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 drew away from her. He could move, this one. And edge close to or beyond some of the super-folk she trucked with. Her words barely reached his ear when he was half a meter away-
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The man who what was or is a 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 drew away from her. He could move, this one. And edge close to or beyond some of the super-folk she trucked with. Her words barely reached his ear when he was half a meter away-
~
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
It’s not as easy as inviting people to a beach party, she has to take over their bodies and walk them into the water.
Drowning each time.
One by one.
Until the Deluge recedes.
And the world stays somewhat dry for another year.
Drowning each time.
One by one.
Until the Deluge recedes.
And the world stays somewhat dry for another year.
December 22, 2025 at 9:50 PM
It’s not as easy as inviting people to a beach party, she has to take over their bodies and walk them into the water.
Drowning each time.
One by one.
Until the Deluge recedes.
And the world stays somewhat dry for another year.
Drowning each time.
One by one.
Until the Deluge recedes.
And the world stays somewhat dry for another year.
"Followed a trail."
The man put his hands on his hips, shifting his jaw and pulling at his sinus and throat. A heavy spit passed his lips striking the dirt, though he did look away before hand and then another swig. Water chased the remaining dust in his throat.
"Beg your pardon."
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The man put his hands on his hips, shifting his jaw and pulling at his sinus and throat. A heavy spit passed his lips striking the dirt, though he did look away before hand and then another swig. Water chased the remaining dust in his throat.
"Beg your pardon."
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“You are certainly quite far from home.”
Jessica mused as she tended to the more sensitive cultivars in her garden, dressed in plain denim coveralls and a plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves.
“Not quite sure where that home may be, but it certainly isn’t here.”
She set down her watering can+
Jessica mused as she tended to the more sensitive cultivars in her garden, dressed in plain denim coveralls and a plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves.
“Not quite sure where that home may be, but it certainly isn’t here.”
She set down her watering can+
Dusty boots cracked against solid earth for a moment, and the 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫's brow raised at the strange sight laid out before him. Less phased, though not without curiosity. Not the desert, nor the grasslands, or anywhere else he'd chased the 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠.
This place was new. It was different.
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This place was new. It was different.
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December 22, 2025 at 5:23 PM
"Followed a trail."
The man put his hands on his hips, shifting his jaw and pulling at his sinus and throat. A heavy spit passed his lips striking the dirt, though he did look away before hand and then another swig. Water chased the remaining dust in his throat.
"Beg your pardon."
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The man put his hands on his hips, shifting his jaw and pulling at his sinus and throat. A heavy spit passed his lips striking the dirt, though he did look away before hand and then another swig. Water chased the remaining dust in his throat.
"Beg your pardon."
~
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
Dusty boots cracked against solid earth for a moment, and the 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫's brow raised at the strange sight laid out before him. Less phased, though not without curiosity. Not the desert, nor the grasslands, or anywhere else he'd chased the 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠.
This place was new. It was different.
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This place was new. It was different.
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December 22, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Dusty boots cracked against solid earth for a moment, and the 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫's brow raised at the strange sight laid out before him. Less phased, though not without curiosity. Not the desert, nor the grasslands, or anywhere else he'd chased the 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠.
This place was new. It was different.
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This place was new. It was different.
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December 22, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Dusty boots cracked against solid earth for a moment, and the 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫's brow raised at the strange sight laid out before him. Less phased, though not without curiosity. Not the desert, nor the grasslands, or anywhere else he'd chased the 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠.
This place was new. It was different.
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This place was new. It was different.
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Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦,
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦,
𝘐𝘯 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦-
🧹 Witch of Madness
🧹 MVRP
🧹 25+
🧹 SL's, Banter, etc
📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦,
𝘐𝘯 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦-
🧹 Witch of Madness
🧹 MVRP
🧹 25+
🧹 SL's, Banter, etc
📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT
June 24, 2025 at 12:55 PM
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦,
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦,
𝘐𝘯 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦-
🧹 Witch of Madness
🧹 MVRP
🧹 25+
🧹 SL's, Banter, etc
📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦,
𝘐𝘯 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦-
🧹 Witch of Madness
🧹 MVRP
🧹 25+
🧹 SL's, Banter, etc
📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
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"𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕒𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤."
⌖ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙧
⌖ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
"𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖."
... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥.
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"𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕒𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤."
⌖ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙧
⌖ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
"𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖."
... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥.
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December 22, 2025 at 3:26 AM
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"𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕒𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤."
⌖ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙧
⌖ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
"𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖."
... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥.
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"𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕒𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤."
⌖ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙧
⌖ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
"𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖."
... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥.
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𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚗; 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.
𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.
December 22, 2025 at 3:07 AM
𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚗; 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.
𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.