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⊗ ⋮ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ƒօɾҽѵҽɾ, ɪᴛ's ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ уσυяѕєℓf ƒօɾҽѵҽɾ. ⋮ ⊗ I can keep you safe, @HackedTheirCode. They're all afraid of me... 「 #MarvelRP 」

#Milkdud.
Joined January 2017
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( ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ) — revived account — literate and descriptive — mcu au with some comic influence — like for a dm to plot / rt&like for a gif starter — retweets appreciated
|| making sure i can keep this account x
( @SeismAbsconder ) « it was unwise to challenge the Wolverine, especially when accompanied by someone who could quite literally create earthquakes at will. "Looks like it.." Tone was dark, head tipping to the side as to crack his neck, hands removed from »
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( @SeismAbsconder ) « his pockets in preparation. "Why don't we give 'em a real warm 'welcome'?"
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Nose wrinkling at the bridge, eyes narrowing as she appeared, and from the cupboard, of all places. “Don’t fuckin’ do that.” xitter.gq/mutantmog/status/98368…
There’s mischievous giggling coming from… the cupboard? Oh, yep, there she is - head peeping out from behind the door. “Yes, Logan? Is something wrong?” xitter.gq/claweddeviant/status/9…
Nearly choking on the alcohol, spinning on the heel of his boot in search of the mutant, and then— “DAMMIT, MOG.” xitter.gq/mutantmog/status/98274…
Yelling from an unknown location. “FU N C T I O N A L A L C O H O L I C.” Is it a roast? A compliment? A statement? Who knows. xitter.gq/claweddeviant/status/9…
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He's drinking...big surprise.
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( @SeismAbsconder ) — start with. "A'ight," he then spoke, nodding once, hands being shoved into the pockets of his worn leather jacket. "I ain't got all night. I'm listenin'." Though, not just to Daisy. He was listening to the van, as well, as it'd turned —
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( @SeismAbsconder ) — onto a backstreet that went around behind the duo. It was circling, coming back, and in this line of 'work', that could only mean one thing.
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