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ғᴏʀ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ, ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ.

CHAOS ᴀɴᴅ SERENDIPITY, ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ INSANITY.

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴜғғᴇʀᴇᴅ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴠᴇʀʏ SOUL. MYSELF. ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ WHO ɪ ᴀᴍ.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ʚ✶ɞ

@ChaoticAmbiance Her eyes immediately followed his movements of apprehensive inversion and she would hold her stare until he either looked at her or shift in his sullen wake.

The unprecedented demise of a one such telekinetic mutant—

⠀ ❝ 𝖨 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖪 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖫𝖠𝖣𝖤 𝖢𝖠𝖭 𝘽𝙀 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖴𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖥𝖫𝖸.

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖣𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖢𝖠𝖢𝖸 𝖢𝖠𝖭 𝖫𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖯𝖮𝖶𝖤𝖱.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝘿𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝖨𝖳.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝙁𝙊𝘾𝙐𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝖨𝖳. ❞

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@SwordOfCamelot @Luchadeus @WorthyDeity ≪ ravenous....” She had to suppress the urge to lick her lips, salivating behind the smile adorning her beguiling visage. #VegitosTourney

@SwordOfCamelot @Luchadeus @WorthyDeity ≪ children. Chortling lightly, she squared her shoulders not for the first time, and tapped the pommel of her katana once again.

“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch now,” Psylocke quipped.

‘I may very well meet my match here, though.’ she thought, and her own zeal ≫

@WorthyDeity @mizukokyu @KoganeKaminari ≪ The smile then vanished as quickly as it had appeared, an uncanny malice illuminating the mutant’s angular features as any empathy receded from her ruthless gaze.

“Mighty Thor, thou needn’t finish such a farce. We shall have them finish each other first.” #VegitosTourney

@WorthyDeity @mizukokyu @KoganeKaminari ≪ very core, and for a split second did the mutant feel her heart leap in her throat and constrict her throat.

For even a millisecond— she could not breathe.

Throttled by Thor’s ferocity, Psylocke could only absorb the unintentional onslaught.

Trauma she buried deep in ≫

@KoganeKaminari @mizukokyu @WorthyDeity ≪ her hair out of her face to properly look at Thor, quirking a fine brow all the while she squat over the felled little one playing at being a killer, her psionic knife at his head as she held it back by a fistful of his hair.

“-Shocking-, isn’t it? A stain on thy honour, ≫