𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
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Mun is 40+| RP Parody Account
FC is Yoshi Sudarso
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I own no art posted!
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#HorrorRP | #MVRP | #TheDarkTower
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... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥.
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... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥.
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Yule ends and a new year begins. Another turning of the wheel.
December 31, 2025 at 2:41 PM
Yule ends and a new year begins. Another turning of the wheel.
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
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 4:50 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
"Well, given things being what they are - best you keep out of ear shot of him. His words... Like arsenic. His magic in the words alone doom whole worlds. Take care he doesn't send you flying into that there gate, or make you stop breathing entirely."
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“Good, the sooner you two leave the better.”
She follows behind him as they track the stranger’s tail.
“Being a hero is less of a career and more of a duty, one that I do not fully agree with. But the cosmos decided for me to be powerful, so I must help those without. I keep a balance in the void.
She follows behind him as they track the stranger’s tail.
“Being a hero is less of a career and more of a duty, one that I do not fully agree with. But the cosmos decided for me to be powerful, so I must help those without. I keep a balance in the void.
"Hero-ing about as a career I hardly understand, acting even less so - thought I have heard tell of it being a proper profession."
He muttered, searching the horizon for signs of movement or life at all.
"Reliable might still be true. He has his ways, and I have mine."
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He muttered, searching the horizon for signs of movement or life at all.
"Reliable might still be true. He has his ways, and I have mine."
~
December 29, 2025 at 10:42 PM
"Well, given things being what they are - best you keep out of ear shot of him. His words... Like arsenic. His magic in the words alone doom whole worlds. Take care he doesn't send you flying into that there gate, or make you stop breathing entirely."
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"Hero-ing about as a career I hardly understand, acting even less so - thought I have heard tell of it being a proper profession."
He muttered, searching the horizon for signs of movement or life at all.
"Reliable might still be true. He has his ways, and I have mine."
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He muttered, searching the horizon for signs of movement or life at all.
"Reliable might still be true. He has his ways, and I have mine."
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"Actress by trade, most of my career actually. I only got these powers a couple of years back."
She floats behind him as she follows his lead.
"My garden here is my escape from both the life of an actress, and the life of a hero. I thought I was the only one able to reliably access it... I was+
She floats behind him as she follows his lead.
"My garden here is my escape from both the life of an actress, and the life of a hero. I thought I was the only one able to reliably access it... I was+
"I take it you're something of a special case, not some mere farmer or what-have-you...?"
He eyed her strange array of powers, almost making his eye twitch. He didn't trust magic or sorcery, or the post humans that wielded biology like a magic sword.
He moved up swiftly along the trail-
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He eyed her strange array of powers, almost making his eye twitch. He didn't trust magic or sorcery, or the post humans that wielded biology like a magic sword.
He moved up swiftly along the trail-
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December 29, 2025 at 9:02 PM
"Hero-ing about as a career I hardly understand, acting even less so - thought I have heard tell of it being a proper profession."
He muttered, searching the horizon for signs of movement or life at all.
"Reliable might still be true. He has his ways, and I have mine."
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He muttered, searching the horizon for signs of movement or life at all.
"Reliable might still be true. He has his ways, and I have mine."
~
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
Stolen from @uncannyspiderman.bsky.social
December 29, 2025 at 11:31 AM
Stolen from @uncannyspiderman.bsky.social
"Thankee kind, miss."
He takes a sip of his own, holstering his gun in a flourish. He took a sip after raising his glass back, dark eyes narrowed into the saloon mirror.
"Thankee kind."
He takes a sip of his own, holstering his gun in a flourish. He took a sip after raising his glass back, dark eyes narrowed into the saloon mirror.
"Thankee kind."
"The sorcerer? Quite the title to have." She says as she downs her drink.
"May you catch him unawares and enjoy your hunt." She says as she raises her new drink in cheers and blessing to the man with the gun.
"May you catch him unawares and enjoy your hunt." She says as she raises her new drink in cheers and blessing to the man with the gun.
"Tracking, Hunting... Where the sorcerer goes, I follow."
The guns were a pale steel, well oiled and polished. Older than guns ought to be, and better maintained than any ought to be. Soft sandalwood grips, and chambered for 45. caliber bullets.
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The guns were a pale steel, well oiled and polished. Older than guns ought to be, and better maintained than any ought to be. Soft sandalwood grips, and chambered for 45. caliber bullets.
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December 29, 2025 at 11:34 AM
"Thankee kind, miss."
He takes a sip of his own, holstering his gun in a flourish. He took a sip after raising his glass back, dark eyes narrowed into the saloon mirror.
"Thankee kind."
He takes a sip of his own, holstering his gun in a flourish. He took a sip after raising his glass back, dark eyes narrowed into the saloon mirror.
"Thankee kind."
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
sʰᵉ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵏⁱᵗᵗʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵇⁱᵍ ᵇᵘˡˡʸ!
May 9, 2025 at 1:57 AM
sʰᵉ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵏⁱᵗᵗʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵇⁱᵍ ᵇᵘˡˡʸ!
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕
December 29, 2025 at 12:39 AM
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
"Never did care to much for spiders..."
Two shots, but not at her. One at the wall behind her, the ricochet killing two of the smaller arachnids scurrying about.
"Wearing am ask means you care about how you're seen. Who are you? What are you?"
Two shots, but not at her. One at the wall behind her, the ricochet killing two of the smaller arachnids scurrying about.
"Wearing am ask means you care about how you're seen. Who are you? What are you?"
December 29, 2025 at 12:21 AM
"Never did care to much for spiders..."
Two shots, but not at her. One at the wall behind her, the ricochet killing two of the smaller arachnids scurrying about.
"Wearing am ask means you care about how you're seen. Who are you? What are you?"
Two shots, but not at her. One at the wall behind her, the ricochet killing two of the smaller arachnids scurrying about.
"Wearing am ask means you care about how you're seen. Who are you? What are you?"
"Tracking, Hunting... Where the sorcerer goes, I follow."
The guns were a pale steel, well oiled and polished. Older than guns ought to be, and better maintained than any ought to be. Soft sandalwood grips, and chambered for 45. caliber bullets.
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The guns were a pale steel, well oiled and polished. Older than guns ought to be, and better maintained than any ought to be. Soft sandalwood grips, and chambered for 45. caliber bullets.
~
"The quarry?" She raises an eyebrow as she looks at the gun curiously, a beautiful piece of machinery.
"A man in all black, with a gun like yours? Nope, doesn't sound familiar, I'm sorry to say. Why? You hunting him down?"
"A man in all black, with a gun like yours? Nope, doesn't sound familiar, I'm sorry to say. Why? You hunting him down?"
"Too many places, too much time. Nothing stays the same, except the quarry."
He took his shot and turned to her, unholstering his pistol with a small minor flourish and offering it to her, for her to see.
"You see a man all on black, wearing guns like mine pass this way? Last three weeks or so?"
He took his shot and turned to her, unholstering his pistol with a small minor flourish and offering it to her, for her to see.
"You see a man all on black, wearing guns like mine pass this way? Last three weeks or so?"
December 28, 2025 at 11:38 PM
"Tracking, Hunting... Where the sorcerer goes, I follow."
The guns were a pale steel, well oiled and polished. Older than guns ought to be, and better maintained than any ought to be. Soft sandalwood grips, and chambered for 45. caliber bullets.
~
The guns were a pale steel, well oiled and polished. Older than guns ought to be, and better maintained than any ought to be. Soft sandalwood grips, and chambered for 45. caliber bullets.
~
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
“𝐁𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 '𝐞𝐦. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐎𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.”
November 18, 2025 at 8:48 PM
“𝐁𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 '𝐞𝐦. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐎𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.”
"I only say it's specially hard for Vampires cause they tend to live longer than most, and the loner you live the more likely you forget. Met plenty of long lived folks, vampires and otherwise who have... Become lost."
“Now who is being overly literal? Still, I would argue /most/ have not. Either love or force made the majority of us. It is unlikely many would forget that.”
"Any? I think that unlikely. More than one kind of man, more than one kind of vampire."
December 28, 2025 at 6:54 PM
"I only say it's specially hard for Vampires cause they tend to live longer than most, and the loner you live the more likely you forget. Met plenty of long lived folks, vampires and otherwise who have... Become lost."
"Too many places, too much time. Nothing stays the same, except the quarry."
He took his shot and turned to her, unholstering his pistol with a small minor flourish and offering it to her, for her to see.
"You see a man all on black, wearing guns like mine pass this way? Last three weeks or so?"
He took his shot and turned to her, unholstering his pistol with a small minor flourish and offering it to her, for her to see.
"You see a man all on black, wearing guns like mine pass this way? Last three weeks or so?"
"A good two centuries almost. So much has changed in these years. It's hard to keep up nowadays."
"Seen too much for my years is all I think."
His hand drifts back to the glass of whisky, and his eyes drift back on over to hers.
"Been a vampire long yourself?"
His hand drifts back to the glass of whisky, and his eyes drift back on over to hers.
"Been a vampire long yourself?"
December 28, 2025 at 6:30 PM
"Too many places, too much time. Nothing stays the same, except the quarry."
He took his shot and turned to her, unholstering his pistol with a small minor flourish and offering it to her, for her to see.
"You see a man all on black, wearing guns like mine pass this way? Last three weeks or so?"
He took his shot and turned to her, unholstering his pistol with a small minor flourish and offering it to her, for her to see.
"You see a man all on black, wearing guns like mine pass this way? Last three weeks or so?"
"Any? I think that unlikely. More than one kind of man, more than one kind of vampire."
“I do not think any of us have forgotten.”
And he had been told he is doomed for all manner of reasons. This merely is the latest.
And he had been told he is doomed for all manner of reasons. This merely is the latest.
"It's only situationally literal. Think of the Face of your Father as being your roots - the beginning of your journey. If you forget where you come from you'll be doomed to ruin."
December 28, 2025 at 6:29 PM
"Any? I think that unlikely. More than one kind of man, more than one kind of vampire."
"It's only situationally literal. Think of the Face of your Father as being your roots - the beginning of your journey. If you forget where you come from you'll be doomed to ruin."
Which father are they talking about?
His biological one was a useless arse, and his immortal one set himself on fire about ten minutes after making him.
His biological one was a useless arse, and his immortal one set himself on fire about ten minutes after making him.
"Lotta vampires moving about. Poor things, forgotten and cold. The longer they struggle to survive, the more they forget the faces of their fathers."
December 28, 2025 at 6:23 PM
"It's only situationally literal. Think of the Face of your Father as being your roots - the beginning of your journey. If you forget where you come from you'll be doomed to ruin."
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
🎞 Pandora to some
🎞 Haviland Davis to most
🎞 Classic Cinema Owner
🎞 Vampire
🎞 #PandoraRP
🎞 #AU #MV #MSSelectively
🎞 #PennedByShenanigator
🎞 Haviland Davis to most
🎞 Classic Cinema Owner
🎞 Vampire
🎞 #PandoraRP
🎞 #AU #MV #MSSelectively
🎞 #PennedByShenanigator
December 20, 2025 at 11:27 AM
🎞 Pandora to some
🎞 Haviland Davis to most
🎞 Classic Cinema Owner
🎞 Vampire
🎞 #PandoraRP
🎞 #AU #MV #MSSelectively
🎞 #PennedByShenanigator
🎞 Haviland Davis to most
🎞 Classic Cinema Owner
🎞 Vampire
🎞 #PandoraRP
🎞 #AU #MV #MSSelectively
🎞 #PennedByShenanigator
"Seen too much for my years is all I think."
His hand drifts back to the glass of whisky, and his eyes drift back on over to hers.
"Been a vampire long yourself?"
His hand drifts back to the glass of whisky, and his eyes drift back on over to hers.
"Been a vampire long yourself?"
"That's wise words. You must've been walking the earth for ages to be so wise." She decides to say rather than comment on his wise words.
And he can see it on her face - pondering his words and then deciding for herself that they rang true - at least for her.
"Truth in a lot of things - most things. But who's it for and what good can it do. That's really the rub of it."
"Truth in a lot of things - most things. But who's it for and what good can it do. That's really the rub of it."
December 28, 2025 at 6:14 PM
"Seen too much for my years is all I think."
His hand drifts back to the glass of whisky, and his eyes drift back on over to hers.
"Been a vampire long yourself?"
His hand drifts back to the glass of whisky, and his eyes drift back on over to hers.
"Been a vampire long yourself?"
Reposted by 𝕋𝚑𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝔹𝚊𝚍 𝕄𝚊𝚗
"I can get you almost anywhere..."
December 18, 2025 at 5:51 PM
"I can get you almost anywhere..."
And he can see it on her face - pondering his words and then deciding for herself that they rang true - at least for her.
"Truth in a lot of things - most things. But who's it for and what good can it do. That's really the rub of it."
"Truth in a lot of things - most things. But who's it for and what good can it do. That's really the rub of it."
"Sounds deep.. I get what you mean though. And there's a truth to that."
But she knows who she is, she's always been really sure of it. And how she got here anyways.
But she knows who she is, she's always been really sure of it. And how she got here anyways.
"It can be. To forget what you are is to fully become what you are not, but in a dark way. What you might ought to be, and sometimes need to be but also something abhorrent."
His hand fell to the gun on his hip, the steel and sandalwood feeling like home. More for memory, than any threat.
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His hand fell to the gun on his hip, the steel and sandalwood feeling like home. More for memory, than any threat.
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December 28, 2025 at 5:21 PM
And he can see it on her face - pondering his words and then deciding for herself that they rang true - at least for her.
"Truth in a lot of things - most things. But who's it for and what good can it do. That's really the rub of it."
"Truth in a lot of things - most things. But who's it for and what good can it do. That's really the rub of it."