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gallows prayer.


vεggιε ғαηgs


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Gabe Cano


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𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛.

DBA"Detective Jay Halstead§

♛Princess Luna ♥L&T Detective Jay♥

CrAZy AS tHe MArCh hARe



ʙᴀᴅᴀsssᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ. 🔪


ƈɛƖɛʂɬıąƖ ῳıɬƈɧ

Marvel Girl.

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May 17th 2020 00:22

Thank you for adding me!

Finding the right words isn't always easy for me, for I am still very young and learning. But I hope that does not stop us from being good friends, even though I am what some call ugly.... Anyway if you would like to plot things please let me know, I am alway egar to make make wonderful connections.
M is for Missulena

Mar 28th 2020 10:18

||Making do and trying to leave the house as little as possible. So naturally my muse is being a fickle bitch hahaha.

M is for Missulena

Mar 28th 2020 10:04

||Hey I'm still around and will get to your reply. Just didn't want you to think I forgot about ya. I hope all is well in these crazy times.


Feb 15th 2020 00:37

⇒ᴍᴀɢɪc ᴀɴᴅ ғɪsʜɴᴇᴛs

Dec 31st 2019 14:50


Dec 24th 2019 13:52

Merry Christmas Handsome

⇒ᴍᴀɢɪc ᴀɴᴅ ғɪsʜɴᴇᴛs

Dec 9th 2019 17:44

I invite you to a roleplay group where stories will happen. 
It can be 1x1 can be a group format. 
Either way, strange and weird sh*t will be a mist. 
Come join in on the fun. Endless story ideas with your help.
I am also looking for JLD original members. 
(Link to comicvine provided for snooping) 
but it isn't limited to just them alone.
So feel free to talk to me if you would like membership (connection).



May 4th 2019 15:12

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. I'd much rather you just give me back my shoelaces." 

May 3rd 2019 13:23

"I suck at poker? I'll have you know I spent my adolescence as a professional con artist. I think it's just safe to say that EVERYBODY sucks at poker compared to you."

Dec 30th 2018 20:06

mistaken identity. -- kitana of
Three figures traversed Shao Kahn’s palace in silence. The garish décor – mostly trinkets and trophies from vanquished kingdoms and opposing forces – was dulled by the orange glow of the evening torches and made the journey more bearable. Princess Kitana paid them no mind as she was escorted to the main chamber by her father’s royal guard; tried to keep from seeing the decorations as anything but blood-soaked talismans wrongfully pried from the hands of their rightful owners-… And of her role in it. Her expression was set and partially hidden beneath her mask. Her body language was closed off in preparation for the news the war-lord had felt necessary to rouse her from slumber to share. She paused before the chamber’s doors and waited as the guards broke formation, rounded her form and assumed their positions. In perfect and rehearsed rhythm, they silently pulled the doors open to reveal her to the Emperor.

Perched atop his throne, Shao Kahn’s glowing, red eyes sought out his daughter. He scrutinized her, but she did not avert her gaze. Unlike numerous others in Outworld’s royal court, Kitana did not fear her father’s wrath. After a pregnant pause he beckoned with a single hand and she obeyed, approaching him with cautious and calculated steps. Her exposed flesh burned beneath his eyes. His anger was palpable, and the reason for her summoning became glaringly clear. She bowed before him and, only upon the straightening of her form, did he address her.

“Daughter. Do you know why I have called you here?” Shao Kahn’s voice boomed as the doors closed, offering them privacy for their conversation. She took her place at his side, refusing to allow formality to seep from their late-night encounter. She remained silent, as was expected of her when she did not know the answer. Shao Kahn rolled his shoulders back and sharpened his gaze. “Kano has reneged on his end of our bargain and fled to Earth-Realm to seek asylum,” he explained, “I am dispatching you to ensure that he returns to face execution for his transgressions. To disrespect me is to disrespect Outworld, and to disrespect Outworld is to invite death.” He paused and then dropped his voice to a low growl. “Do not fail me, Kitana.”

Kitana nodded once, accepting the assignment. As Shao Kahn’s daughter, Princess of Outworld and his most loyal assassin, she would not fail. She would bring Kano back to him, dead or alive.

Earth-Realm left much to be desired. The vehicles upon the streets were metallic abominations. Their emissions were an insult to her senses. The Edenian was certainly out of place with her formal attire, but she paid the lingering looks no attention; opting to remain focused solely on the task imparted on her by her father.

The energy signature of Kano’s transport device was traced to this specific area. Unlike Shang Tsung’s sorcery, technology left trails for assassins to follow.

Kitana’s dark eyes scanned the crowd. None of these men bore Kano’s physically imposing nature. He must have been cloaking his appearance; hiding among these commoners like a snake in blades of grass. Clever. Refusing to be discouraged, Kitana continued to study the faces in the crowd and then paused when she spotted something unusual: a red glow in the eyes of what was an otherwise-unassuming man.

Not quite so clever, after all.

With dual flicks of her wrists, Kitana’s fans were ejected from her vambraces. She unfurled and twirled them in her hands before launching one directly at the man’s head. Its blade embedded itself in the wall beside his face. A warning. She lunged at him before he could recover and called the fan back to her. Once it was in her hand, she dropped into an intimidating, offensive stance. Her eyes narrowed, her expression indecipherable behind her mask. There was no time to ask questions or confirm that this was, indeed, Kano.

“Still alive, deceiver?” she greeted, “You will stand before my father and receive a death of which you are not worthy: an honorable one.” " i will see to it that my father's will is accomplished. "
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