#but man... the nightcrawlers bit is cute too

[23meteorstreet]

i get that a lot of people hate first person POV in films/shows but after “being frank” i need first person eps for the rest of the gang

#i know it's kind of a gimmick but i love it when it's done well #and here it was both very well shot and executed #but obviously as a community fan i love concepts eps so there's that too #also mac is so in love with dennis jfc #iasip watch tag #and the bit with charlie at the end??? #never t hought i'd wanna be frank but here we are!!!!! #the shot of charlie in bed is everywhere and igi like absolutely igi #but man... the nightcrawlers bit is cute too #i wanna play it with him now damnit #in other news: fixed my fucking icon finally!!!!

[symphonicspecter]

Which mythical creatures/cryptids are your favorite(s)? Feel free to expand upon your answer of you want!

Me thinking about monsters: fuck yeah fuck yeah fuck yeah

Okay so in no particular order

Mothman my beloved. Theres a few of you following me that know one of the reasons he’s a fave but I’m not disclosing that publically. I think as a cryptid he’s very neat because there is an event associated with his sightings!

And while Mothman is most famous for showing up around Point Pleasant before the Silver Bridge collapse, there have been sightings of a similar creature by different names in Mexico and southern US before a swine flu outbreak, and I don’t remember the location but somewhere else before an earthquake. Would be neat if they’re related, like this creature that tries to warn people of disaster. Although of course from the skeptical side it’s probably been misidentifed birds and coincidences. But it’s fun to think about!

Also the typical design of this vaguely bug-bird-human blob that’s pitch black with big eyes is really cute. It’s also just fun to see all the different ways people draw him. And he’s a little bit of a meme which is fun. Fun fact the first time I read about Mothman was in 4th grade and the book had a creepy drawing of him staring through someone’s window, so some nights I was afraid that if I opened the curtains I’d see him staring at me. .

I like the Jersey Devil too, theres a lot of cool designs of him. Like yesss gross demon horse man lets gooo. I also think it’s really interesting how some of the “sightings” are not actually of the creature but of hoofprints and disembodied voices. Somewhere in New Jersey a beast is tap dancing on roofs at night and I think that’s great. .

Fresno Nightcrawlers! They’re fucking pants. They’re just so funny to me. Just these weird little baggy pants lookin guys walking around in people’s yards at night. .

The Chupacabra is another fave of mine and has been for a while. I personally like doglike interpretations better than the alien ones. Spiky vampire dog is such a neat idea. Horrible for your livestock though. Maybe if Chupacabra is real we could tame it 🤔

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For non-cryptid creatures:

Dragons!! In case it’s not obvious when I have a dragonsona. I’ve loved dragons since I was little. I ALWAYS was the “why do they have to slay the dragon why can’t they befriend the dragon” kid. I had lots of books of dragons as a kid, from story collections to novels to drawing guides to history and famous dragons collections. And I would read them again and again.

Im not quite sure what drew me to dragons versus other mythical creatures at first. Except that they’re very cool and there’s lots if different kinds. Dragons are really cool because they show up in myths all over the world! So there’s lots of stories and lore.

I love how dragons are so popular and varied that there’s lots of designs for them too, and they still continue to be popular creatures, even a fairly common sona!

I think another thing I’ve liked about dragons over the years is the experience of drawing them. Because there’s not just one dragon design, I used to draw dragons a lot to practice different types of animal bodies and colors. And I didn’t feel as pressured for accuracy as I did drawing animals and people.

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Slenderman. One of the most modern monsters in terms of creation time. I think it’s VERY cool that he’s borne from the Internet, so the spread of his popularity and trends in the myth are recorded. Like, this is a myth that you can find the origin of and view it yourself (I don’t know if the site is still up actually, but I’ve seen screenshots so I know there’s at least that). I really think Slenderman was done dirty by popular media. He deserves a better movie and to be known for more than just bad incidents. I love the wide range of takes though. I know I keep saying that but I really do think it’s neat how people interpret creatures differently. Slenderman is cool in that some people make him scary, others make him funny, or sympathetic. And while typically he’s made scary, or at least spooky, there’s different ways he’s scary. Some people like him as a violent killer, others like him as a psychological predator. It’s really neat that no two Slendermen scare the same way.

Also he’s just a neat looking monster. 10/10 would get a gangly hug

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Cerberus/hellhounds. They’re scary looking but they’re just puppies! Good boys and good girls! Houndoom is one of my favorite pokemon too (it’s inspired by hellhounds)

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On one hand, manticores are not one of the first creatures that come to mind, BUT whenever I see one I always think oh !!! How cool!!! They have a very cool design! While it’s never said explicitly in The Divine Comedy that Geryon is a manticore, his design is clearly based on one. I love that “the beast of fraud” has “the face of an honest man” but when you look beyond that it’s a monstrous body, it’s a symbol of deception! .

W*nd*gos are incredibly controversial bc of their origin and the usual design for them is inaccurate, but I’m using that as a reference point here. The actual myth of these creatures I’m not as much a fan of. However, the “big black furry beast with a skull head” is one of my fave designs. I’ve seen some proposals for calling this design pucca after the black shapeshifting creature instead! Tbh I think we need a new name entirely since this type of monster seems detached from other myths. It’s just a very neat design that I wish we could call something else!

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Okay ummm that’s it with naming I think. But I like all sorts of weird creatures! I like animalistic looking ones more than humanoid or abstract. Ive probably said it many times before but I love monsters that are actually sweet or friendly.

#anon I’m sorry but #I ended up going off #if I had to pick to three I’d say dragons Mothman and slenderman #god typos #no editing or proofreading we die like sidewalk worms #ouija board #long post #I’m. Pretty sure I know who sent this. I have a second guess also.

[marvxlousqueen]

Bucky Barnes- Halloween

requested by @chxrrymoons Okay so I know the last request I did was a Halloween Warren one but I’m a sucker for a Halloween fic and since u write for Bucky I have no choice but to request! SO tony throws a massive Halloween party everyone is dressed up Nat brings the reader her younger sister and her and nat go dressed up as 40s women and when Bucky sees her he gets all nervous and he falls in love right there but every time he try’s to talk to her one of the guys is already taking to her? Like angsty/fluff??

word count: 1.1K

A/N: thank you guys for 500 followers !! i hit it a few days ago and i love you all 

Natasha had been going through a bit of a Judy Garland phase the past two months. She was obsessed with 40s fashion and immediately jumped at the opportunity to wear some classic clothes to Tony’s costume party. She also made sure to drag her sister along so she’d finally get to meet Nat’s work colleagues.

“It’s too much! I can’t wear this- I’ll look stupid.”  

“Shut up,” Nat said as she curled her short hair, “Everyone’s dressing up!”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “Yeah, but you can rock this look.”

She stared at herself in the mirror, eyes on the flared red dress she was wearing. 

“Why can’t we do normal costumes? Like, I could just cut holes in your bed sheet and go as a ghost.”

Natasha stepped out of the bathroom, “Come on! You look cute.”

“Fine,” she sighed. 

The pair left Nat’s room, heading down three floors to party room. The room was already crowded with people, the Avengers standing out the most, obviously being the center of attention. 

Natasha pulled (Y/n) towards the pool table. Standing around it was Steve and Sam.

“Hey guys! Meet the sis!”

Steve stepped forward first, hand reached out to shake hers, “Heard a lot about you!”

(Y/n) nodded, eyes wide, “Yeah, yeah. T-thank you, Captain.” 

He smiled, “Please, call me Steve.” His eyes scanned up and down her body, “Wow, you look-”

“Stupid, I know. It was all Nat’s idea.”

“No! I was going to say nice. Very 40s.”

“Oh, thanks then. That was the idea.”

Nat broke off the conversation by pushing Sam forward, “This is Sam. Sam, this is (Y/n).”

He extended an arm that was wrapped in tin foil, “Nice to meet you.”

She shook his hand, “What’s with the foil?”

“Oh!,” he laughed, “This is my costume! I’m Barnes! And speak of the devil, there he is.”

(Y/n) looked over her shoulder, making eye contact with a brown haired man.

James Buchanan Barnes. She had grown up learning about him in school, the sacrifices he made to the war effort. She had also recently learned through Natasha about all the other things he had been through after the war. 

(Y/n) raised a hand, waving as Bucky walked towards them. As soon as her hand went up, he turned on his heel and headed back to the open bar he had just come from. 

“Oh, uh-”

“Oh, don’t mind him. He’s just a bit shy around pretty ladies.” Steve moved around the group, speeding off to bring Bucky over.

“Hey, Buck? Why’re you hiding out here? Come meet Nat’s sister!”

Bucky shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “She’s- she’s the one in the dress?”

Steve nodded, pouring himself another drink.

“She looks, god, she looks like the kind of girl I would’ve been seeing back in the day. Wow..” He trailed off, looking behind him as the girl laughed with Sam.

“She’s sweet. You should go talk to her.”

Bucky shook his head, “I’m not like I used to be, I can’t get a girl like that.”

Steve sighed, pulling out a chair and taking a seat next to Bucky, “You can’t say that, Buck. You’re a great guy, doesn’t matter if you’ve changed a little, you’re still great.”

“A little? Think I’ve changed more than a little, Steve.”

“It doesn’t matter! This is a great opportunity to get back out there! Go talk to (Y/n) before Sam gets to comfortable, huh?”

Bucky nodded, finishing the last of his drink before standing up. His face burned as he walked towards the pool table where Sam was showing (Y/n) how to shoot. Natasha seemed to have gotten distracted talking to Maria, so it was up to Bucky to introduce himself to her. 

Bucky made his way around the table, but made the mistake of walking directly behind (Y/n) and Sam just when she was hitting the ball. Her stick went back into his stomach. 

“Ow, fuck! Jesus-”

(Y/n) spun around, “Oh, God! My bad! A-are you okay? I’m sorry, just learning so not the best- didn’t mean to hit you though!”

Bucky stood up straight again, face even redder from embarrassment. “I-I’m, uh, I’m fine. Sorry for cursing, don’t usually do that in front of a lady.”

“Oh, uh, okay. I’m (Y/n).” She stuck her right hand out, waiting for Bucky’s left hand to grasp hers. He hesitated, not wanting to frighten her with the metal arm. He finally took a deep breath, introduced himself and shook her hand as gently as he could, afraid of hurting her with his unknown strength. 

“Wow, Sam. You’re costume is pretty accurate, huh?”

Sam popped up from where he had moved on to talk to Vision, “What? Yeah- no, my arm is way better than his.” 

Bucky felt his face grow hotter as he forced out a laugh, subconsciously tugging his sleeve further down his left arm.  

I don’t belong here, he thought to himself. She’d rather be talking to Sam, I shouldn’t even be here. 

“Anyways,” she turned back to Bucky, “You’re not dressed up?”

He shrugged, “Y-yeah, couldn’t find wings that looked stupid enough to go as bird-man over there.”

“Hey! I heard that Barnes! This bird man will beat your ass if you don’t watch it,” Sam yelled from down the room.

(Y/n) laughed, “I’d like to see that.”

Bucky smiled at her, eyes moving down to the floor again. “You look, I mean- you look great. Beautiful.”

“Oh-”

“Fuck, sorry, that sounded creepy didn’t it? I just meant- you’re very pretty. And your dress is n-nice.”

She nodded, smiling softly, “No, you’re fine! Thanks. Thank you.”

He bit his lip, trying to get his thoughts in order for a way to carry on the conversation. “Uh, yeah. Fuck, I’m sorry, I don’t do this much anymore.”

“Do what?”

“Try and talk to a pretty lady. You’ve got me a little tongue tied.”

“Oh wow, that’s- that’s really cute, okay.”

Bucky tilted his head slightly, “That’s not cute- that’s, that’s lame. I’m an adult, shouldn’t be sounding like a shy boy anymore.”

She rested her hand on his arm, “I think it’s sweet.”

“O-oh, then sure. Yes, sweet.”

(Y/n) smiled, looking around before meeting his eyes again, “Care to dance?”

“Dance here? Like, on the dance floor? With everyone watching?”

She nodded, “You’re really shy, huh?”

Bucky sighed, shrugging his shoulders as a response.

“Okay, well- come with me.”

She grabbed his hand (his metal hand, which definitely made Bucky’s heart stop beating for a moment) and led him into the empty hallway right outside the ballroom.

“How about here? Can I have this dance?”

His face burned as he nodding, his arms landing on her waist as hers snaked up to his shoulders.

Bucky felt as though his heart was going to explode as she laid her head on his shoulder. The pair danced as Bucky told story after story about the “good ole days,” (Y/n) hanging onto his every word for the rest of the night.

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #the winter soldier #james barnes #avengers

[kurtty-drabbles]

Blue Kitty au (part 4?)

N/A: Ok, here we go. I´ll see what I can do here. Finally, they´ll go to Excalibur. Fuck canon.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @muninandhugin

If one dares to ask Logan, and no one would regarding certain topics, Jean Grey meant a lot for him and her death was the pivoted moment to make Logan´s disdain for Scott Summers grown-The whole ordeal of Pheonix flies through his ears. He´s not a religious person, per se, but pretty sure God isn´t a flaming bird who makes women go insane- and soon, an insidious campaign against Scott Summers starts. Baby Blue Kitty is the one to watch in the sidelines when Logan denies Scott´s suggestions and even logic itself.

Kitty´s eyes would always land on Kurt when Logan begins the tirade against Scott Summers- Kurt prefers to be neutral on this debate- and well, Kitty can say "this is being stuck between a rock and a sword" and ignores the fact she´s not taking a side either.

(So judgmental...Kitty!)

One day, Ororo is the one who gots fed up with Logan´s ideas and finally snaps- Scott was never one to bait to Logan´s provocations, even less now, as Jean sacrifice herself to save her team and to atone to her errors- although, Ororo certainly cares. "Logan, stop! Jean never loved you and she picking someone over you just means she has good taste" Ororo speak.

Baby Blue is ever thankful for her to be the one speaking. Kitty never shows and never will, as she has too much bravado and pride, but, she is a bit scared of Logan. ("But...you have lasers" "Yeah, Logan can still be scary even if you have lasers")

"I loved her...I´m mourning her too" Logan speaks in a grumpy tone, as usual, yet there´re his puffy eyes indicating how deep he feels for Jean´s death.

Ororo is not impressed. "How dare!" her blue eyes are now white. "You think we don´t miss her? You think she would want you to try to undermine the man she loves?" and comes the fight or flight instinct. Do you fight Storm or not?

Logan is not dumb.

"Logan, are you leaving?" Kurt asked looking Logan already on his motorcycle.

"Elf, I can´t stay ...what I feel for Jean is too strong and I can´t think straight" is all he can say for himself. "I´m going back to Canada...and since you´re my best friend and my moral compass...I want to give you a piece of advice to you"

Kurt was never called as such before.

"I don´t like Blue...but, I think she´s a good woman...and after all the shit happened it thanks to Amanda, no, don´t look at me like that...at least, not about this topic" Logan states calmly and winced at this. "I´m a man with a bloody past and I did sexually harassed Jean even if I loved her...if a woman says no ...a good man should listen...I´m not a good man...you're...please, Kurt, pick a good woman this time. You deserve better" and Logan didn´t wait for Kurt to reply as the Motor is on and Logan is already out of the mansion.

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Longshot is an alien. Longshot is a refugee from Mojo-Verse and he knows how Mojo can be cruel in his pursuit for viewers and sales. Yet, Longshot is not well-versed on Human´s costumes.

"Alisson, are you and Rogue hating each other?" he asks once Alisson gives the reports to the mission. The strawberry woman looks at him puzzled and shakes her head amused.

"I don´t hate her..."

"Lying..."

"She likes you because you can touch her without putting you in a coma" Longshot now has a clear image on his mind- yes, he´s aware of her powers and wonders why her powers can´t affect him- and speaks in a serious tone.

"But I like you...Only you, no one can change"

"I know...I know, I´m just feeling jealous...do you feel something like that?"

"Yes, I´m jealous when Nightcrawler makes you laugh with his jokes while I´m still the alien of the team"

This took her by surprise. Longshot jealous?!

"I´m here, Longshot...let´s talk"

"I want to help my planet to get rid of mojo once and for all"

"Ok...we need a plan"

"Luckily...I have you" is a light tone and yet is followed by the truth. Dazzler is the thinker among them and Longshot is the "lucky" ones and together they can do anything.

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Rogue watches as Longshot and Dazzler seems to be even more united than ever-mixed feelings as is cute to see a happy couple among the X-men after Scott and Jean are no more, though, it does bother to see any couple kissing and touching while she can´t do anything- a loud bamf can be heard and Rogue looks to see her brother waving at her in a goofy way.

"Longshot really loves Dazzler...and I can´t do anything nor I should as she just saved me" Rogue wonders if she would do the same if the roles were reversed- a nasty voice too similar like Raven says no and well, Rogue loves to go against her mother in any way possible...or does she?-now facing the elf who is no longer with his goofy smile.

"I´m sorry, Schwester. You´ll find the one and be able to touch him" Kurt promised with all the sincerity one can hold. Rogue smiles at this but shake her head.

"No...maybe is time for me to try to understand my powers" she mutters angrily because wasn´t that what Raven promised to her? -Raven never fulfill any promise- and changes the topic of this conversation. "And why are you here? Wanna tips for Blue Kitty?" she asked joking and Kurt chuckles at that- while his heartbeat too fast at this- and mentions how she´s too young for him.

"Me and Katzchen are going to a new team in England" this caught Rogue by surprise.

"Jokes aside, why leave now?"

"I feel it will be good for me and Katzchen...The X-men are changing and we´re changing too...it will be good to us and she agrees"

"You´re lucky, you´ll be leaving with your best friend...try to not fall in love with her, elf" Rogue jokes again and both brother-sister promised to keep in touch with each other.

Kurt leaves the room already feeling the familiar warm Blue Kitty usually gives to him.

She´s too young...I shouldn´t feel this way for her...Right?

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Blue Kitty hugs Kurt- even crying a little- as she reveals to him, asking for his secrecy in return, that the new girl of the team. Rachel Grey. It is actually the alternative daughter of Jean and Scott and she comes from a future that was not so nice.

"I console her all night" Kitty states and Kurt hates how his mind goes to something naught here as if Kitty would be like that- this idea is enraging more than a possible 3 way between Jean, Scott, and Logan.- "and now I´m scared for our future Kurt...are we destined to die and lose?"

Kurt can ignore his feelings and confusion for a moment and do what a good man should. He consoles Kitty who is crying in his arms. "I can´t promise to know the future...I can promise whatever it happens...I´ll be here on your side, Katzchen" and he kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you" is all she says.

(She´s a good woman and you deserve something better)

#Blue Kitty au #kitty pryde #kurt wagner #kurtty yet #the love traingle was solved without too much drama #Alison x Longshot #Excalibur here we go #Rachel is off screen

[poisonivysparks]

The Flightless Bird {Warren Worthington III X Reader}

A blonde boy, a little older than eighteen, was flying above me, his metal wings flapping gracefully in the wind. I wasn't that interested in him, so I just went back to the little hidey-hole that I was living in.

The Professor had invited me to stay inside, maybe take some classes, but I had declined, not liking the idea of me being around people.

I had no idea if the boy had noticed me before, we had never made eye contact or anything, I had just wondered.

I had been at the school for about two years, not being found until about a year ago by a man, whose name I found out was Hank McCoy, apparently, he was a teacher at the school. He was nice enough and looked kind of nerdy, so I trusted him. He had brought me off of the roof and down to Professor Xavier's office, where he had made the offer.

Hank brought me food every day, and I was quite grateful for him, he was like an older brother to me.

"Y/n? Are you in here?" I heard Hank say from the outside of my "home."

"Yeah." I got out and winced at the pain coming from my wings.

"When will you stop trying to tear your wings out? You're just hurting yourself, I don't think they're ever going to come off." He told me as blood dripped off of my wings and onto the roof.

"I know, but what's the point of having wings if I can't fucking fly?" I just wanted the damned things off of my body.

"God, Y/n, you're like a little sister to me, and I hate the fact that you're hurting yourself, just please stop." He rubbed my back comfortingly, not minding the fact that his hand was getting bloody.

"I-I can't, Hank, I just can't." I broke down, tears poured down my face as I clutched his shirt, probably making tear stains on his shirt.

"I brought you food since it's almost dark." He said, making me perk up. "It's (favorite food), your favorite."

"Thank you." I grabbed the plate of food he had and started eating. "Can you answer a question for me?" I asked him, my mouth still full.

"Shoot." He smiled as I swallowed.

"Who's the blonde guy with the metal wings? I've seen him flying above me, and I want to know who he is." I asked, knowing that Hank would know who he was.

"That's Warren, he's kind of new. He was the guy that had gone after Nightcrawler in the big battle that I had told you about. We had all thought he was dead, but he came to us, with only a few injuries, looking for help." He explained, making me think back to when the mansion got destroyed and I had frantically looked for Hank, but I couldn't find him anywhere.

"Oh, well, his wings are absolutely beautiful." I finished my plate, putting it a little bit too close to the edge. It slid off, breaking when it hit the ground. "Fuck."

"I'll clean it up when I get down there. Do you need anything from me before I go?" He asked, going towards the hatch that led to the attic.

"Could you maybe get me another blanket? It's starting to get cold again." I told him.

"You do know that you can sleep in the attic, it's really warm in there, it's right next to one of the chimneys." He opened the hatch.

"Are you sure I won't be in the way?" I asked, following him to the trapdoor, a small blanket around my shoulders.

"I'm completely sure." I followed him down the hatch, it was surprisingly warm. "You sleep well, and I want you to come with me to training tomorrow afternoon. You'll like it, because you're a great fighter, and you'll meet people your age. They're great kids, trust me."

"Fine, but that's the only time I have to come down, right?" I asked, making myself comfortable on the attic floor.

"Yeah, I won't make you do any more socializing than that unless you want to." He left after that, making the room go silent.

~Time Skip to the Next Day~

I sat on the roof, trying to tear my wings away from my back, black feathers were lying all around me, dotted with blood. It bled, staining my already red shirt an even darker red.

The boy, Warren, was flying around again, but he met my eyes and flew down onto the roof.

"Why don't you ever fly?" He asked, his voice like silk. I said nothing and got up, turning my back to him and walking to my hidey-hole. "Why are they like that?"

"I hate them. I want them to come off, but they just won't come off." I said in a small voice. "They'll heal in a couple hours, they always do."

"When I was younger, I had the same problem. It hurts like fucking hell, too." He said, his golden locks shining.

"Trust me, I've tried every single day, for the past ten years to get them off," I said, taking one of the rags that Hank gave me and dabbing my bloody wings with it. "And the worst thing is, is that these fucking things don't even work, they just slash and cut."

"Shit, that's rough. I can definitely see why you... umm..." He trailed off, probably feeling awkward.

"It's alright. So, you're Warren, right?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, how did you know that?" He asked, a slightly confused look surpassed his face.

"Well, Hank McCoy has kind of been taking care of me for the past year. He's like a big brother to me. He brings me food in the mornings and the evenings, and he's just amazing." I explained, shivering and wrapping one of my blankets around me.

"Why don't you sleep inside with everybody else?" He asked, his wings moving a little as he talked.

"I just didn't want to be with other people, and take classes. I just want to be alone on the rooftop. D-do you know what time it is?" I ruffled my wings, or what was left of them.

"It's about noon." He stated, looking at his watch.

"So, Hank'll probably try to be here in about an hour." I whispered to myself.

"So, what's your name?" He asked, obviously quite curious.

"It's Y/n." I answered.

We talked for awhile, my wings gradually healing while we did.

"Y/n?" I heard Hank ask from across the roof. "Where are you?"

"I'm over here!" I yelled, waving my hand.

He smiled once he saw me and walked over to us.

"It's time for training, Y/n, and you too, Warren." Hank said, in an authoritative voice.

"A-alright," I stuttered, getting up from my spot. "Let's just hope my wings aren't too sore." I fanned them out, and smiled.

All three of us walked through the corridors, people staring at me as we walked. The Professor was rolling down the corridor that we were in.

He greeted us with a smile, "Y/n! It's nice to see you're doing well, I trust that Hank has been taking good care of you."

"He has." I nodded as we walked.

"It's also nice to see you off the roof." He rolled past us as we stopped at an elevator.

"It's nice to see you too, Professor!" I yelled back at him.

We stepped inside the small elevator, me and Warren's wings taking up most of the space, so Hank was squashed between us.

The elevator door opened with a ding, Warren and I exited first, Hank following. Warren seemed to know the way, so I followed him.

People were lined up in front of a closed, presumably locked, door. There were about five people lined up, a boy with silver hair, a boy with a red visor-like thing, a girl with vibrant red hair, a girl with a white mohawk, and a blue boy with a cool ass devil-type tail. They smiled and waved at Warren, while I hid behind Hank.

"Y/n, you need to go up there." Hank whispered to me, pushing me up towards them.

"Professor McCoy, who's that?" The redhead asked.

"This is Y/n, she's kind of been living on the roof for the last two years. I finally convinced her to come and do training with you guys." Hank told them as I just shyly looked down at my shoes.

"Hi." I waved, while they smiled.

"Can you fly?" I heard somebody ask. I shook my head no as Hank unlocked the door.

"I can fight pretty well, though." I told them, looking up.

"It's time for training, everybody inside." Hank said, ushering everybody inside the room.

I was confused on what we were supposed to do, were we supposed to fight? I had no idea.

Hank went to some sort of control panel, pushing a couple of buttons, while everybody lined up where the middle was. I followed their actions, standing next to Warren.

"Okay, so, Y/n, you should probably know everybody's names. That's Peter," Hank told me, pointing to the silver haired guy. "Ororo," The White haired chick. "Jean," The red haired chick. "Scott," Visor kid. "And Kurt." Blue guy.

"Okay, thank you, Hank." I smiled.

"Okay, everybody ready?"

~Time Skip~

I had been training with everybody for at least a month, and we were now getting ready for our first unsupervised mission.

I had kind of developed a small crush on Warren, I mean, yeah he was a complete dick sometimes, but he was caring at times and he had some sort of boyish charm that made me fall for him. I had been living in the attic for quite a bit and Warren spent most of his time with me, because he didn't take any classes. I had started to go down to the cafeteria for meals, and Hank was extremely proud of me for that.

Ororo was nice enough, she visited me once in awhile and we talked about girl stuff, I had even told her about my little crush on Warren.

We were in the jet, ready to go. Hank was in the pilot's seat, ready to drop us off. Warren and Ororo would go by themselves and everybody else and I would go with Kurt.

I breathed heavily, not ready for this shit. Warren had comforted me, rubbing comforting circles on my back, right below my wings.

"I hope this goes well." Warren breathed, calming himself down by rubbing his hands through his, now grown out, curly, golden hair.

"We're almost there!" Hank yelled.

I held onto Kurt's tail, bracing for impact, but the only thing I felt was rushing air around me, and solid ground beneath my feet.

Warren came swooping down after us, landing next to me.

The first part of the battle was boring, we kicked his ass, but the second part got a little more interesting, Warren and I were fighting side by side, Scott, Jean and Kurt were working as a team, while Peter and Ororo were working on their own.

He had brought out these little robot minions, they were quite cute and easy to beat.

The bad guy had apparently been defeated until we were walking away, and he grabbed one of my wings. "Ow! Fuck!" He pulled, getting up, but with a slight limp. "What the Hell, dude!?" The guy started running, and my wings got caught on something. I tried to pull them free but tall it did was make some feathers rip off. I pulled even harder, but they just would not get unstuck. "Well, looks like I'm going to have to do this the hard and painful way." I mumbled, knowing that it would hurt more than what I did daily. "C'mon, Y/n. They'll grow back, you know they will, this has happened to you before." I sucked in a breath of air, before pulling. A loud rip was heard, and I bit my hand to muffle my screams, drawing blood. I looked back, only a few feathers remained of my wings. "Fuck, where'd they go?" I asked, confused. They had completely disappeared, besides the feathers.

"Y/n! What the fuck happened?" Warren swooped down, obviously worried. "Oh my God." He gasped. "Where are..? What..?"

"I'm fucking fine, they'll grow back in a couple of weeks." I said, walking past him, I really didn't want his pity.

"Y/n, you're not fine, your back is bleeding really badly." He said, trying to touch me. "McCoy's going to be fucking pissed."

"He'll be fine, let's just go home." I stalked off, hearing gasps from everybody as I walked by.

"Vhat-" Kurt started, but I cut him off.

"Can you just take me to the jet, please?" I grabbed his hand, as he nodded."Thank you."

We teleported to the jet and Hank immediately came over to me and started fussing.

"What the hell did you do?" He said, hugging me.

"I got them stuck on something, couldn't get out. So, I did what I had to do." I explained simply, pushing myself away from him. "They'll get better in about a couple of weeks, it's happened before."

"Wait, when did this happen before?" He said in a confused tone.

"When I was about twelve, my mom hated me for what I was, and sh-she cut off my wings." I stuttered, walking away. "I ran away, staying in the forests with the animals, and then I found the mansion, you know the rest."

"Oh my God, Y/n. You're sleeping in the infirmary tonight." He told me as I sat down on a chair.

"Fine." I grumped, a little sad that my wings were gone, even though they were completely useless.

"What the fuck, Y/n?!" Warren stormed inside of the jet. "You just stalk off with no fucking reason on why you have no wings!" He ranted, being all pissy as I got up to face him

"Well, maybe you don't know what it's like for your wings to not even fucking work, Warren!" I yelled back at him. "You don't know what it's fucking like to be me! You're just being a dick, okay. Just, fuck off." I sat down in the farthest seat away from him, not leaning back all the way because of my back.

Warren huffed and sat down on the other side of the jet, while Kurt had teleported everybody back.

They all bombarded me with questions, but I tuned them out, saying "I'll be fine" and "they'll heal in a couple of weeks" once in a while.

"Hank, can we please just get out of here?" I walked over to him.

"Yeah, we'll be back at the mansion soon." He told me, reassuringly.

"Thank you, Hank."

~Time Skip~

I groaned, sitting up from the uncomfortable hospital bed. "Warren, what the hell are you doing here?" I spotted the blonde haired boy, who was sitting next to the bed in a very uncomfortable looking chair.

"Okay, I realize now that I was a complete dick to you the other day, and I just wanted to know what happened, you're my best friend and I care about you." He explained.

"Thanks for caring about me." I said, sad that my wings were gone, even if they were useless. I felt depressed, I tried to be happy, but it just wasn't happening.

"I can't help caring about you." He smiled, while my face remained neutral.

"Did you know that I've never flown, I've never been up in the air, never felt the wind in my hair. I've always wanted to fly, ever since I was little, and when I got my wings I thought it was a blessing, but they just taunted me, broke down my sanity, and I hated them, I hated their fucking guts. I kind of miss them, even if they were useless." I ranted, breaking down a little bit.

"I-I could take you flying, if you want." He offered, making me smile, slightly.

"Thank you, Warren!" I hugged him. "Can we go right now?"

"Yeah, but I don't think McCoy would like you being out of bed." He said as I got out of bed.

"Well, he's going to have to deal with it." I said as he got up, smiling.

We walked up to the roof, surprisingly not seeing anybody.

"It's dark?!" I said once we got up to the roof, it was dark and cold and I wasn't wearing a shirt. (there are bandages around those, so calm down)

"Yeah, that's why we didn't see anybody. Do you still want to fly?" He asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Of course! I'm going to grab a shirt, first though." I said, going over to my hidey-hole and putting on a shirt. "So, how is this going to work?"

"I don't know, the most I've flown with anybody was grabbing their hands." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "I could grab your waist if it's not uncomfortable for you."

"No, that's fine." I smiled at him as he held me by the waist, not quite ready to take off.

"You ready, Y/n?" He asked me.

"Yeah, ready as I'll ever be." I said as he lifted off. The wind whipped through my hair and I laughed. "This is fucking amazing, Warren! You are so lucky! You're an amazing flyer, like, holy shit!"

"Thanks, Y/n." He flew higher and higher, making me grin in excitement. "You're fucking adorable." He mumbled under his breath.

"Thanks." I smiled as his face turned slightly red.

"Oh God, you heard that." He said, holding me a little tighter.

"Well, you're adorable too, and that's why I love you." I realized what I said right after I said it. "Fuck."

"I love you too, Y/n, don't worry. I've loved you since I first saw you on the roof." He said, hovering in the same spot.

"You're an amazing person, Warren." I kissed his cheek, tenderly.

The air was silent between us, the only sound was wings flapping and the wind howling.

We slowly leaned in, and our lips met as I melted into his embrace. Sparks flew and I felt something tugging at my back.

"Y-Y/n, look behind you." He said, pulling away.

I obliged and looked back, seeing my wings, only bigger and more beautiful. I gasped, seeing the, now gray, wings.

"Holy shit. Warren, what happened?" I asked, alarmed.

"I don't know, we were kissing a-and they just sprung out of your back and it was really fucking weird." He said, panicking a little bit.

"It's alright, Warren. You did absolutely nothing wrong. In fact, they're bigger than they were and whiter." I reassured him, putting my hand on his shoulder.

I flapped my wings a little bit, slightly flying out of his arms. I gasped as he grinned widely.

"I-I-I flew. I few, Warren! Oh my God, I actually flew!" I smiled, flapping my wings and flying a few feet above his hands.

"I know, I don't know how, but you're actually flying!" He lightly laughed and I tried to hover. "It'll be hard to hover at first, but you'll get the hang of it, trust me." He held my hands, still grinning.

"Thank You, Warren, for everything." I hugged him and kissed his cheek. "I-I think you did something. You made something happen that I've been dreaming about and I can't thank you enough or do anything that could repay you."

"You could start by being my girlfriend." He suggested, our foreheads touching.

"I could definitely do that."

Masterlist

#X-Men #X-Men Apocalypse #x-men x reader #X-men oneshot #warren worthington x reader #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington iii #hank mccoy #angel #wings #mutant

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

@thecorteztwins 

I wound up writing a little thing based on those panels you showed me of villains “rehabilitating” (but actually being mind-controlled) at Clear Mountain Center in X-Men 92.  This was meant to be a funny story about Fabian in rehab learning how to talk to women, but it got a little disturbing because of the mind-control aspect, and also Avalanche tells a grim little story about baby murder, so warnings for that.  But now I’m really tempted to write something about Haven taking the place over and actually Doing It Right.

“So,” Fabian began, speaking in the halting tones of someone attempting to wrap his mind around a difficult concept. “You’re saying you’re not attracted to me?”

               “Not in the slightest,” said Tabitha Smith, the mutant known as Boomer (and also Time Bomb, Boom-boom, Meltdown, and whatever other code-name caught her fancy).  Her tone was firm, but she smiled at him, as if to soften the blow.  “I mean, you’re obviously good-looking, just not my type.”

               “Oh, of course, you prefer women.  I understand.  I am open-minded about such things –“

               “Nooooo…..” Boomer cut in, with some slight irritation creeping into her voice.  “I’m mostly into guys.  Just different types of guys.”  Fabian thought hard.  He was tempted to spread his legs out wider, to give her a better look at what she was rejecting, but he’d gotten enough tiny power-bombs to the crotch to learn that that was a bad idea.  (The low-powered bombs did no real damage, but they certainly stung.)

               “I get it, I get it.  You are holding yourself back.  You are maintaining a professional relationship because you are my counselor.”

               “No!”  Boomer held her head in her hands for a moment, sighing.  “Look, not every woman will find you attractive, okay?  Everyone has different preferences.  Like, people think Leonard Decaprio is super-hot, and he just doesn’t do anything for me, I’m more of a Brad Pitt girl.  It’s not something you need to feel bad about, it doesn’t mean you’re like, ugly, or anything like that.”

               Fabian’s mind whirled.  This girl was young, beautiful, a powerful mutant, and had showed him such kindness as his mentor.  She had a surprising amount of wisdom underneath her shallow and flippant demeanor.  And yet, her judgement was so unsound. Perhaps she had some kind of psychological condition, like a strange form of face-blindness?  But then, Fabian had been learning to accept many ideas that had previously seemed impossible.  The idea of living with the humans in peace.  The idea of answering hatred with understanding, not violence. The idea that he should treat others with kindness and respect, instead using them as stepping stones in his quest for status and power.

               “Very well,” Fabian began again.  It was difficult to force the words out.  “I…accept that you do not find me attractive.  I….accept that some people…..may….not find me attractive.   After all, there are many different preferences in this world.”

               “Yeah, dude, exactly.  It’s like…some people like Cool Ranch Doritos?  And some people prefer Nacho Cheese.  There’s no right or wrong, except for the people who like Funyuns, because that shit is nasty.”  Fabian wanted to roll at his eyes at her rather low class tastes, but instead he found himself laughing good-naturedly.

               “Ha, ha, yes, that is a funny joke,” he said, beaming.  It was strange.  His mind felt so….slow.  Like there was this weight pressing down in it.  But at the same time, it was oddly pleasant.  A bit like Anne Marie’s more enthusiastic hugs, which always threatened to break the recipient’s back.

               “In Spain we have jamon flavored potato chips.  Perhaps you would find them interesting to try.  I will bring some back the next time I visit home.” He did not add that he had never eaten those chips, they were junk food for peasants, but if this girl found them enjoyable, he would indulge her.  It was a nice thing to do, and he found that he wanted to be nice lately. He didn’t entirely understand why.

               “Oh dude, that would be amazing!”  Boomer exclaimed.  “I love trying junk food from other countries.  There’s so much cool stuff out there.  Did you know that they have, like, a whole ton of Kit-Kat flavors in Japan?”

                I don’t care, Fabian wanted to say.  I spent my time in Japan eating Kobe beef and blue-fin tuna, not wasting my money on cheap candy.

               “No, I didn’t know that,” he said aloud instead.  He hadn’t meant to say that.  He hadn’t intended to sound so interested, but his mouth and brain did not seem properly connected.  The pleasant feeling hung over him, almost suffocating.

               “OMG, there are like, so many!  There’s strawberry, and sweet potato, and soy sauce, and wasabi – which is like, better than you’d expect – and sake, and…”

               Fabian wanted to tell her to stop prattling, but he couldn’t quite find the words.  He looked around the outdoor area while she rambled on.  There was Blob pruning rhododendron bushes with Storm, the blossoms tiny in his huge, clumsy hands.    

               “….and blueberry cheesecake, and apple pie, and brown sugar syrup, and cantaloupe which sounds totally disgusting but apparently it’s pretty good, and…”

               The Kleinstock brothers and Frenzy were tossing a Frisbee around with Feral and Cannonball, while Vertigo and Arclight were playing scrabble with Polaris and Multiple Man.  Ruckus was strumming a guitar, pausing occasionally to sweep his hair back dramatically, and clearly looking around for an audience.  Ugh, he was singing “One Tin Soldier.”  Fabian hated that song.  Fabian hated……a lot of things that were happening at that moment.

               “….and maple, and pumpkin, and chestnut, and green tea, and Tokyo Banana, because apparently that’s a thing, and..”

               He hated listening to this stupid girl spew out every thought in her empty brain.  He hated sitting in group therapy and listening to the peons that he shared the facility with whining about their inconsequential problems.  He hated having to hug people.  He hated being stuck in this adult daycare while he should be leading his Acolytes to victory against humankind (and racking up a few kill points for the Upstarts while he was at it.)  Something in his mind was breaking free.

               “Enough!” he snapped, jumping to his feet.  “This isn’t right!  I shouldn’t be here!”  Boomer paused in her Kit-Kat flavor recital.

               “Whoa, dude.  Chill out. You need a time-out, or something? Maybe you need some time in the Angry Room.”

“No, I do not need some time in the Angry Room,” Fabian snarled.  “I don’t belong here with the  rest of these losers, there’s nothing wrong with me.  I’m….I’m so much better than the rest of you.  I’m practically a god!  I should be….should be –“  His eyebrow twitched.  His body shuddered, and a fixed grin came over his face.

               “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be saying things like that. What am I thinking?  We’re all special in our own way.  I just want us all to be friends,” Fabian continued.  A single tear leaked out of one corner of his eye.

               “Hey, good job, man,” said Boomer, patting him on the shoulder. “You recognized a negative thought pattern, and then, like, stopped it.  That totally deserves a Hershey Kiss.”  She tossed him the silver wrapped chocolate.

               “Thank you.”  Fabian shuddered again, and then his body seemed to relax, his tense smile softening into one that seemed genuine, if a bit dazed.  “I like Hershey Kisses.”

               “Don’t we all, buddy.”

               “They are good,” Fabian continued, pulling the foil off and popping the chocolate in his mouth absent-mindedly.  “This place is a good place.  We are all good here.”

               At the table, another group was mid-way through a fairly intense game of Uno.  Most of the group (X-Men included), would have preferred poker, but apparently that wasn’t wholesome enough the rehabilitation process.

               “I’m just saying, we didn’t start the war.”  Avalanche slapped down a card, perhaps slightly too hard. “Humans want to stomp out anyone who’s different.  That’s the whole damn history of the human race.”

               “But nothing will change if we continue the cycle of violence,” argued Colossus.  

               “We must ‘turn the other cheek,’” agreed Nightcrawler. “Send out a message of peace and love.” He betrayed that sentiment by tossing down a Draw Four card.

               “Yeah, and the guy that did that got nailed to a cross, didn’t he?”  Avalanche retorted.  “Didn’t work out so well for him.”

               “You can’t be expecting us to imitate Christ, can ya?” Pyro put in, throwing a Reverse on the stack.  “He was all flawless and perfect and ‘ineffable,’ right?  And he had a get-out-of-death-free card.  We ain’t got that.”  

               “You could have that, by the Grace of God –“ Nightcrawler began, than stopped, shaking his head.  “I’m sorry, this is not the right place for that conversation.  I know religion is very personal, and everyone must make their own choices.  But I will talk about it with any of you privately, if you want.”

               “All I’m saying is, humans have tried to bloody kill us,” Pyro continued.  “Are we supposed to just lie down and take it?  I’ve had people turn on me, even back before the Brotherhood, before I committed any crimes.  People that I thought I could trust.”  The cards in his hand crumpled as his fist clenched.

               “Humans are fucking brutal.  I’ve seen…..”  Avalanche shook his head.  “There was a woman back on Kalymnos, gave birth to a baby with gills.  Nothing wrong with the kid otherwise, it was just a cute baby.  But people acted like it was the damn anti-Christ.  Her husband moved out and wouldn’t have anything to do with her. And one day….”  A slight tremor rippled across the table as he continued. “One day some guy just snatched the baby out of her arms and threw it down on the rocks.  I’ll never forget how she screamed.  And nothing ever happened to the guy.  He was a murderer, and the police did nothing.  Everyone just pretended that it never happened –“  The table shook visibly now, the vibrations spreading out into the ground around them.

               “Tovarish, please calm down.  I understand how that memory must pain you, but –“    

               The vibrations suddenly stopped.  For a moment, Avalanche looked confused, then a dull smile spread across his face.

               “I’m sorry, friends.  I just get upset sometimes, thinking about that.  I shouldn’t dwell on such horrible memories.”

               “Yes, we should just think about good things,” Pyro agreed, wearing the same sickly smile.  “We are in a good place.  We are all good here.”

               Sitting in the sun on the roof, Toad wrapped his arms around himself, smiling.  He felt….good.  For the first time that he could remember, he was entirely at peace with himself.  He wasn’t plagued with anxiety at every social interaction, waiting for the inevitable rejection, wasn’t miserable when he looked into the mirror.  No more flashbacks or sudden fits of sadness or anger.  He woke up and was actually eager to get out of bed in the morning, eager for a day that he knew would bring good things.  And people were actually being nice to him!  There was no superficial politeness or poorly hidden disgust, no cheap pity.  Just genuine kindness.  His counselors and the other former super-villains actually seemed glad to see him every day.

               Of course, sometimes it felt too good to be true. Sometimes he would look around and everything would feel slightly off, like one of those hyper-realistic dreams where you can only tell that you’re dreaming because something in your room is out of place.  He felt like he was constantly wrapped in a blanket of warm air, and it was so good and comforting, but it made him dull and sleepy.  (Perhaps this was what being drunk was supposed to be like?  For the normal people?  When Toad tried alcohol, it only seemed to make him sad.)  Things were very hazy, and it was hard to put his thoughts together.  But that didn’t matter, did it?  Because finally he was safe and happy, and everyone was so nice.

               “This is a good place,” he said aloud to no one in particular. “We are all good here.”

#fabian cortez #dominic petros #avalanche #pyro #st. john allerdyce #toad #mortimer toynbee

[secretlymagneto]

Simon’s Dark Phoenix Review (Not the director, another Simon) (NOT SPOILER FREE)

Yeah, I’m a Simon too, what of it? That’s another thing, actually. Watching DP was like reading my own writing. NOT A GOOD THING. I could see exactly what the director was going for and what the flaws in the script were because we have the same style, and my god was it bad. Like the pitfalls in my writing style but worse. A lot of the choices (setting and characterwise) are similar ones to what I would have made, which is why I’m trying to clear my head and make this. (Because while some of it is similar SOME OF THE DECISIONS ARE HORRIBLE WHY) It’s like looking at my evil twin yikes.

I have regathered my thoughts from last night after seeing Dark Phoenix. I’ve been mulling it over. I’ve been reading other reviews and looking through the lens of a fan, a moviegoer, and a critic.

What I have to say before I start:

Nostalgia. I have been watching x-men movies since 2014? 2012? My first X-Men movie was DOFP, so you can tell the precedent that set for me. There are two good X-Men Movies in the “new” timeline. DOFP, and First Class. You can tell (based on writing, character development, etc). This movie is not one of them.

Cons:

I’ll start with the cons first, to get them out of the way.

There are three women on the x-men team and they kill two of them. Storm is barely involved in anything, and only has a few moments of character/screentime. Also, they never call her Ororo despite that being her name. (Everyone else is referred to by name)

Some of the acting is lackluster. I was a bit surprised too. I don’t know, I was hoping for better. Especially in the mourning scenes.

Why hasn’t anyone talked about the PACING? It was weird, stilted, and way too quiet in some scenes. Sometimes the script was so vague and repetitive it sounded like a movie trailer rather than a movie. Raven’s death was anticlimactic merely due to the way it was written. Like, come on.

GOD THE SCRIPT IS AWFUL. Some of the character development is good (more on that later) BUT WOW. Sophie Turner isn’t a bad actress, so I wouldn’t fault her for her choices in this movie really. Like, most of the time she’s fine, but once in a while, she becomes unnecessarily repetitive. The character dialogue doesn’t flow. Sometimes the sentences are too short too often, which makes the film seem choppy. Show don’t tell is really important, but sometimes WHAT the characters say is telling in itself and they really could have used that to their advantage.

The villain was a bit underdeveloped. They were just kind of...there? Sometimes they were well and truly evil, and I really liked some of the scenes with the power transference and stuff. Other times, they were just a vague yet menacing “force” that sort of comes from nowhere and will soon go nowhere too.

Raven’s makeup isn’t good. Sometimes Hank’s isn’t either? But it’s not nearly as bad.

The score wavered between good and bad, sometimes drawing out scenes with a sort of Interstellar vibe (aka, very cool, very vast, very beautiful) but other times falling flat or making scenes too quiet.

Dude where the hell is Quicksilver? Peter is so important. His character development kind of relies on him revealing that Magneto is his dad (which Erik doesn’t know, and probably should have at this point). Also, Peter could have been a key player in convincing Erik that he wasn’t doing the right thing, but he wasn’t even there AT ALL. I know he’s not the main character, but I really expected some Dadneto moments in this one.

Kurt what. Just. What? Nightcrawler is like one of my favorite characters but there’s something about the way he’s written in this movie that’s sloppy. He’s still his sweet self around the beginning, but as the movie draws to a close his few moments of dialogue kind of (maybe) hint at development? Then he learns how to stop being a pacifist because some guy died, but like the way the actor conveys this looks like the way my friends used to pretend to do “violent rages” when they were younger. You know, the whole “AAAAAA” *stabs someone*. It looked cheesy.

There were some unintentionally hilarious moments. When Erik walks in with the subway car and looks up at Jean like “You think you can come into MY HOUSE and wreck MY SHIT for free??” that was PRICELESS. He doesn’t even say anything he just walks in there with his stupid train and stares at her. The evil lady is like talking to her when he just kind of bursts through the wall like the Kool-aid man.

Pros:

The first twenty minutes or so were the best twenty minutes. The work the team did together, the mission, and the atmosphere of the entire segment, was beautiful. Seeing the X-Men again on screen made me so giddy I was shaking.

The telekinesis was very good. I mean, the special effects weren’t always there but my god was the USE of telekinesis good. Like the creativity with it. They really manipulated it, making cool hand gestures and bringing power and finesse into play in order to make full use of the capabilities.

Erik has some of the most beautiful character development in this movie. He learns how to move when needed, while not taking drastic measures as he used to. He learns how to listen when necessary, and act when necessary. God, I’m such a Magneto stan.

Charles learns that he’s a flawed idiot. I’m so glad. (Quoted me, and also probably Magneto) Throughout all the movies he’s the good guy despite the fact that from his perspective and from the world’s perspective what he’s doing isn’t just the “optimistic” thing to do, but also the most dangerous. He’s sending teens (young adults?) to die for his cause because he believes so much in hope. It started in Cuba, and it’s still happening. He was the one who didn’t want to leave an astronaut behind. BASICALLY, HE SAYS THAT SOMETHING IS HIS FAULT AND THAT HE FAILED AND IT WAS THE MOST IMPORTANT SCENE.

Scott and Jean’s relationship was actually nice! I liked it! (Personal opinion obviously) but I didn’t think it seemed too forced or uh unlikeable like in X3. Scott is drastic but he’s not nearly as “edgy” as he was. The ending wasn’t heartbreaking, but it was great character development for Jean. It was a sweet relationship, but not one I’d label as moving. (at least it was nice! And I liked it! Sometimes relationships just seem forced and awful)

Listen, I know people say that Erik was unnecessary for this movie but seeing as he and Charles work as two perfect halves to Jean’s full power and potential is actually a really good story element. Like when Charles tries to coddle her, Erik gives her the truth. That’s good duality.

Erik working with the X-Men is the best thing that’s it it’s the best thing.

THE ENDING!!! SO GOOD!! It left me satisfied and it felt like a good sendoff. Charles and Erik are finally friends again, and they’ve finally developed enough to know their own flaws. It was also super cute aaa

Moira Mactaggart isn’t in this movie. I don’t hate her character, but god the way her relationship is written with Charles is awful and I’ve had to deal with it for two movies. I’ve had enough and I’m so glad the writers realized this.

SOME OF THE SETTINGS AND SHOTS ARE GOOD. I don’t know how to explain it, but as a writer/artist, I’m a big fan of atmosphere and setting/color means EVERYTHING. The suburban neighborhood is pale and desolate, set during a hazed summer and conveying a sense of warped nostalgia. The mission in space was beautifully lit and composed.

As a fan I was happy with it. It may have not been the best movie, but by god was it as good as it was going to get. It far surpassed my expectations with Jean’s story arc (finally not making her “suddenly evil” or whatever, and not making her sexy) and it rounded out Charles and Erik in a very nice and healthy way.

THE CHARACTERS ACTUALLY COMMUNICATE. This is the one X-Men movie I’ve seen where I didn’t want to punch anyone in the fact for not just saying something or apologizing. CHARLES ACTUALLY SEES HIS FAULTS. He actually apologizes and steps down from his position. Erik actually listens and carefully reviews the circumstances in order to make an educated decision. Charles stops making his stupid self-righteous speeches (he’s really bad at that). Raven actually tries talking to Jean first before fighting, and the things she says weren’t problematic. Unlike when Charles keeps trying to talk to Erik (and botches it because they don’t have the same background and they’re too different, blah blah blah), Raven’s speech wasn’t assuming anything about Jean. It was about supporting her and helping her out. Jean was overwhelmed, but the grounding methods Raven used weren’t incorrect.

Conclusion:

6.5/10. I would say Apocolypse is only slightly better because it is more structurally sound, but it’s on thin ice. DOFP is still an all time favorite, and First class is up there, but Dark Phoenix isn’t the best. It was quiet, overdramatic, and while doing better on the emotional side felt overwhelmingly anticlimactic. If you’re a fan of the characters and you just want to see them again? See it. I liked this movie a lot for that, and I really enjoyed the moments in the movie. If you want to see a GOOD x-men movie? Don’t bother. It’s not GOOD GOOD. It’s not BAD. It’s Okay. It’s okay and I enjoyed it. I was actually pleasantly surprised by it based on my expectations! And I really liked certain aspects. So give it a shot, okay? Don’t let the mean reviewers get you down, this movie is better than they let on even if it’s not good as a “movie”.

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Engel de la Gargouille   Section 1 part 2

Engel de la Gargouille (Gargoyle’s Angel)

Kurt Wagner/ Nightcrawler x Female OC

Types: Smut, Angst, Mutual pining, Pregnancy, Romance, Love, Insecurity, Long as hell…

Overall series warnings: Smut, bit of violence, swearing, German (translations provided, but I have bad grammar… Sorry native speakers…) (Will be added as they come up) Chapter warnings will be added individually as well.

A/n- Most tags connected to child abuse, such as physical abuse, mental abuse, emotional abuse, and grooming for, but not physically sexual abuse. Self hatred. Discussion about forced prostitution. A scene of sexual harassment for a second.

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Story!

Angeline sat in the chair her mother had pointed at, looking at the other girls in the room as they talked giddily to the others, or their parents. Some were older than her twelve years, some younger, but she still felt singled out, and tugged at her tight shirt, then her short skirt to adjust them.

She had grown used to how tight they were after the year since her mother filled her closet with nothing else, she'd even gotten used to the lacy bras that had caused her so much itching at first, their wires poking her under her arms until her mother had hit her on the back, around her shoulder blades as she made her practice better than perfect posture so that they were in the correct spots.

She glanced up as her mother sat next to her.

“I don't know why all of these agencies have female receptionists,” she grumbled delicately.

The delicate grumble was something her mother had perfected, and she was sure it was a French invention as her stepfather never used it.

“I hope you enjoyed your waffles this morning,” came another monotone, but delicate, grumble. “Since they filled your carbohydrates for the week. I don't know why that man insists on making them.”

“Yes, mama,” she murmured in reply, smiling at the thought of the waffles she'd had that morning. It had become a birthday tradition; her stepfather making them every year on her birthday even though her mother never let her have a party or celebration, for the same reason she'd given when Angeline had begged for a pet; claiming that it would spoil her, make her selfish, and distract her from their goals.

While waffles probably didn't seem like a big thing, it reminded her that he cared and thought about her enough to make them, and she had been worried that he would still be away on a business trip and not able to make them this year.

“Wipe that grin off your face, Angeline, it is our turn,” her mother told her with a somehow delicate glare.

“Yes, mama,” Angeline answered, wiping her face clean and putting on the expression her mother had trained her to use, a smile at the ready, letting her eyes open and look tender, vulnerable, her lips parted slightly, trying to look as tender and attractive as possible.

They were told that they'd get back to them, and as they left, her mother told her, “I wish you would do what your mama says.”

“Yes, mama,” Angeline answered, watching the ground as they walked.

“You need to interact with the others in the waiting room more. They watch you in there to see how well you interact with other people.”

“Yes, mama.”

.

And so began her training on speaking to people. She was taught how to always smile and behave like a lady, which is to say, pleasant, flirty, and agreeable, but quiet.

Her mother made her practice at home in front of the mirror as she watched, coaching on how to make her expressions perfect, until she said she was ready for third party practice.

The morning the practices were supposed to start, Angeline woke up and got ready, dressed and washed, then went downstairs to see her stepfather before they went.

She looked around, in the kitchen, or the entertainment room, back up to his office, which was the only room he went into on the second floor except for occasionally the screening room, but she couldn't find him anywhere.

She sat at the kitchen table with a glass of orange juice in her hand, slowly drinking it.

He had probably had to go somewhere on another business trip, again. He hadn't had so many when she was little, but now it seemed that whatever project he was working on was getting more active.

She couldn't for the life of her remember exactly what it was, but she thought it was something to do with cancer research, or some kind of virus, like malaria.

Angeline finished the juice and looked at the empty glass. If her stepfather were here, he would refill it, and her mother would do nothing but give a glare, but with him gone, she didn't dare; her mother would most likely hit her.

Finally, her mother was ready and came down the stairs, picking up her keys and walking past Angeline, who stood and followed her automatically.

Third party practice apparently involved going to the park and sitting or standing in different  places, making herself look “approachable and accessible” until someone, usually an older man, came over and started chatting her up.

Angeline was uncomfortable with the attention, but after the first day had ended with three men walking away from her because she got nervous and couldn't do as she had been coached, she found that she was more uncomfortable with the attention her mother gave her, from the palm of her hand, a thin belt, and the night locked in the closet of the dance room.

In the morning, her mother had opened the closet and just looked down at her expectantly.

“I'm sorry, mama… I'll try harder…” She apologized in a near whisper.

“You had better. Don't you want me to love you?”

“Yes, mama,” Angeline told her, a sob nearly pushing through her voice.

She wanted that desperately, felt it like a starving ache in her heart.

She wanted someone to love her

She wanted someone to hold her close and tell her that she was good, wanted, and loved.

She wanted someone to hold her tight and tell her that everything was going to be ok because she was a good girl and they loved her.

…     …    …    

After her thirteenth birthday, Angeline had to get a new wardrobe, having fully, and prematurely, grown into her womanly form. Her bra was bigger, her hips were wider, and her face had slimmed down to leave her lips full and her lashes long, changing from cute and cherubic to elegant and delicate.

She had walked into the kitchen, her eyes wide in excitement for waffles, but they turned sad as she saw her stepfather at the table, reading the English newspaper he had delivered, but no waffles. Maybe this was the year he'd finally give in to her mother and stop…

“Excuse me, ma’am, who are you?” He asked over his paper.

“I- papa, it's me, Angeline,” she told him, feeling worry flood her heart. Had he really forgotten her that much on his last trip?

“I'm sorry, but that can't be, you see, the Angeline I know is a pretty little girl, she wears long pigtails and loves waffles. You, ma’am, are obviously a woman, you are beautiful, not pretty, and, you have no pigtails. You simply can't be my little chère.”

“Papa!” Angeline cried, sitting at the table. “I'm still a little girl, even if I don't wear pigtails anymore!”

Her stepfather barely held back a chuckle. “You're hardly a little girl anymore, you're thirteen; you're a teenager, now!”

Angeline didn't say anything for a moment. “Ok, I suppose. But I'm still Angeline.”

He wrinkled his brow at her in question. “What about waffles?”

“I still like them,” she told him, sad that she wouldn't get to eat them.

“I'm sorry, I thought for sure that you would be too old for them, now,” he told her.

She looked down at the table, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. “It's ok, papa…”

He pulled his newspaper up and flicked it straight before folding it. “But, I made some, just in case,” he told her with a teasing smile, and she looked up to see a plate of waffles that had been hidden by the paper.

Angeline's face lit up, the small voice in the back of her mind reminding her to smile perfectly just as her lips started twitching up. “Papa!” She stood and threw her arms around him for a second before stepping back, reminding herself that she didn't want her mother to catch her touching him and be reminded that touching men was forbidden. “Merci, papa!”

.

Since they started, her lessons in speaking to people had gotten progressively worse, as by now, she had to stand and talk to the people, still mostly old men, who came to her, let them steer the conversations, and it usually ended with them brushing their hands or thighs against her, sometimes on her butt or thighs, and once or twice before against the side of her breast, then her mother would come and tell them to back off to keep her purity.

Angeline started trying to get the men to do this faster, so that her mother would come rescue her sooner, and her mother seemed pleased that she was getting better at it.

.

Angeline stood in front of the mirror before classes and looked at one of the magazines her mother had left in her room from their lessons about expressions and poses. The woman in the picture was filled out, like her; large bust, narrow waist, round hips, and her lips fell into a perfect pout under her half lidded eyes.

Did men think this was alluring? Was this what they thought was beautiful? Is this how they expected all women to look?

She unzipped her tight pants and pulled them and her panties out of the way to look at herself.

Were women supposed to have hair there, or not? Some of the women did, some didn't, and some had designs made out of it.

Her mother had taken her to get waxed as soon as she found out that Angeline had started to grow a sparse covering of hair, and she couldn't imagine why anyone would do that to themselves on purpose, unless it truly was not supposed to be there.

She pulled her panties and pants back up, and looked at the magazine again before putting it back where she'd pulled it from.

‘Why would any woman want a man to look at them,’ she wondered, her eyes flicking to her reflection again, then away at the stab of an unknown but painful emotion going through her chest.

.

Later at her acting class, Angeline sat in the aisle seat, waiting for the scene she was rehearsing to be called, and felt a set of eyes travel over her. She knew the feeling by now, by the sick, dirty feeling it gave her in the pit of her stomach, and she tried to ignore it.

The boys in her classes had started staring at her, the same way the men in the parks did, and she often felt like she needed a shower after, as though their eyes had left footprints all over her, and imaginations of her making faces and poses like the porn magazines her mother had brought and made her practice showed in their eyes, making her feel unclean.

Showers never helped, though, she always emerged squeaky, sparkly clean on the outside, and as though parts of her had been covered in fingerprints, circled over and over, drooled on, covered in layers of dirty thoughts, and street muck on the inside, like an old page from a public phonebook.

It made her stomach twist and knot when the boys came and hung around her in groups, but she didn't know how to make them go away; her mother had taught her how to get attention, not refuse it, and the girls were worse. None of the girls in her classes had breasts as big as hers, their eyes were not as big, their hair not as perfect, their figures were not as defined, and most of them didn't wear clothes as tight as hers.

It was hardly Angeline's fault that she had these things and they didn't, most of it coming straight down to genetics, but they sat away from her, staring at her rudely and spreading gossip about things she hadn't done; kissing and letting the boys touch her, specifically in ways that went against her mother's rules about who could touch her body, and it made her feel anxious, worried that her mother might hear these rumors and think they were true, and what she might do then.

She felt lonely, always alone and separate from the rest of the class. The girls didn't want her around, and the boys only wanted to stare at her in a way that made her feel dirty, so she often ended up on the sidelines of the class, focusing on her assignments.

Her worries about her mother hearing the rumors came to fruition, her overhearing one of the girls loudly whispering to another how she wondered how many guys Angeline had kissed that month as they walked past.

She was safe until they got to the car, actually having the hope that her mother hadn't heard them, but when they made it home, her mother took her to the room with the Barre and mirrored wall. She slapped Angeline at such and angle that she was knocked to her knees, and she stayed there, knowing that if she got up, it would get worse.

“What have I told you about letting any boy touch you?” She demanded haughtily.

“I haven't, mama…” Angeline's eyes were trained on the floor as she spoke softly.

“You won't, either.”

“Yes, mama,” she told her mother, her voice a soft, neutral tone.

“Angeline, let me explain something to you.” Angeline looked up at her, making her face the mask of neutral perfection her mother had taught her. “I decide what happens to you. I am your mother, and I have the rights to do what is best. I have invested years and thousands of dollars to make you a future, and all that I ask is that you do as I say. There is an asset that we have not used yet; your purity, but that is to be kept for the right time. If you lose it and become worthless, all of my hard work will be for nothing, all of my time and money. Do you have the years and money to give me back?”

“No, mama,” Angeline answered in confusion.

“I know you don’t. So I will have to find ways to make you earn at least the money back for me. You are pretty, so at least I should be able to get some money from you working along the streets, for a while. Do you understand me, Angeline?” Angeline fearfully shook her head. “If you so much as kiss a boy or man that I have not directed you to do so, I will have to rent out your body to make up my losses.”

Angeline swallowed harshly as fear welled up inside her. “N-no, mama, I won't. I won't do that with anyone,” she rushed to assure.

Her mother raised her brow. “You will, when I tell you to. There will be a day, not soon, but in the future, that we will have to use that asset, but strategically. You will do as I say, and not before then. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mama,” Angeline whispered, and her stomach twisted more than ever before.

…    …    …    

Angeline laid off to the side of the stage, staring at the math book in front of her, scribbling equations on a piece of paper.

“Did she really ask to do your math homework?” A girl on the other side of the curtain asked.

There was a pause the boy she was talking to shrugged. “Kinda, she said she wanted to learn how to do it. I mean, she got good grades on the last assignment, so, as long as I don't have to do it, and I get good grades, who cares, right?” The boy joked.

Angeline frowned at the paper in front of her. She was having trouble with the new set of problems in the book, and didn't understand the explanations the example problems gave. She worked the problem as she had the ones before, and thought she had gotten the correct answer, but she had no way to know.

The next day after class, however, she found out that she hadn't, as the boy walked close to her, angrily glaring at her. "You made me get bad grades on that homework."

Angeline looked at him in confusion. "I didn't do anything-"

"The math that you did yesterday. I got a bad grade."

"Oh, I- didn't know that you were turning it in- I just wanted to learn how to do it…"

"Well, you didn't. Stupid." Angeline backed away as he stepped closer to her. "You're lucky you're pretty. I think I'll take payment for my troubles, now."

Angeline dodged out of the way as he stepped closer and grabbed for her chest. "I- can't!"

"Step away from my daughter," a cold voice interrupted the chase, and Angeline ran to her mother.

"She's the one who got me a bad grade on my homework!" The boy yelled.

Angeline's mother looked down at her. "What is he talking about?"

"I didn't know he was going to turn it in, or say it was his own- I just wanted to learn…" Her mother's eyes darkened and she stopped talking.

"Why?"

"I- just-"

She needed something that would stop her mother from renting her out, to pay her back.

She had thought that if she was smart, like her stepfather, if she was able to do anything other than looking pretty, maybe she wouldn't have to be; maybe she could get a job and pay her back with that, instead.

But she wasn't sure how her mother would react to that train of thought, and didn't relish getting hit.

"Angeline, no stuttering unless it is in a script."

"I just wanted to be smart…" She said, and braced for impact.

Her mother surprised her by huffing and looking down her nose at the boy. "Who needs smarts when you've got beauty? Too bad this boy has neither."

The beating came when they got home, short, but hard, made to not leave any marks, really only a few smacks, compared to what Angeline had come to expect in a beating.

"I will make sure you know everything you need to. Do not study things I did not tell you to and waste time that could be better used elsewhere. Do you understand, Angeline?"

"Yes, mama," she answered from the floor where she knelt. Her hip and chest hurt where she'd been hit, as did the top of her head, but she reminded herself not to cry; crying only made it worse.

"You do not need it, you have the beauty that I have worked so hard to give you, so you do not need to scrabble for intelligence like these ugly peasants."

"Yes, mama…" She accepted softly.

She still wanted to be more than just pretty, though.

She was going to have to get better at acting.

If being in a movie was the only way to stop her mother from renting out her body, she had to get in a movie, and to do that, she had to be good at aching.

She was going to study harder, practice more- speak better- anything- everything- she was going to do everything she could to learn to be a better actress.

She was going to be the best, no matter how it made the other students feel about her.

She would get in a movie on her own merit.

Then her mother would love her, then she wouldn't have to use any of the things she had been taught.

…    …    …  

Angeline stared down at her waffles, a smile across her lips. At least she was still allowed to eat them.

"Happy fourteenth birthday," her stepfather told her with a smile.

"Thank you, papa," she answered.

She'd learned to keep a distance between them, as her mother would assume that she was trying to seduce any man she stood next to for longer than a minute, and she didn't want either the beating or the trouble for him that that would cause.

After breakfast, her mother brought her upstairs to her room, not the one she shared with her stepfather, but the one she slept in alone, carrying a bunch of bananas.

Angeline was confused; her mother portioned out every meal that she ate, and would never let her eat that many bananas. She couldn't figure out what they were for.

Her mother sat her down on the floor in front of the tv at the foot of her bed, and Angeline looked around at her mother's room as she waited for her to prepare a video. She turned to her as the vcr started playing, and snapped. "Kneel, Angeline."

Angeline quickly did as she was told.

"Good. You will need the endurance for it that you will be honing."

The music of the video started, sounding vaguely like jazz, vaguely like an infomercial, and Angeline watched in stunned silence and confusion as the announcer started the video greeting, talking about the intimate art of oral pleasure while clips of couples practicing that art were shown in the background.

The movie looked like it was from the late seventies or early eighties, and was indeed a guide on how to pleasure a male partner sexually with your mouth.

It went through first an intro, then the word fellatio and what it meant, then explained how to position you and the man to best perform it, followed by a bit of anatomy, then informed the viewer to practice with a banana.

Angeline looked at the bananas in horror out of the corner of her eye.

The next shot was a woman with her mouth around a penis, and Angeline looked away, only to see her mother handing her a peeled banana.

“Practice, like it says,” she instructed.

The movie introduced some moves, explained what they were meant to do and showed how to do them with a phallic replica, then showed the woman from before practicing them on a man. It progressed through things to do with your mouth, tongue, hand, techniques, and playful ideas to make it more interesting, then went on to an advanced technique that would need a bit of practice, and finished with what to do at the end, when he orgasmed.

Angeline looked at the banana doubtfully, feeling her stomach churn.

.

After three weeks of following the video, she was given relief from having to stare at a woman giving a blowjob for an hour, but now her mother had a disposable water bottle as well as the normal banana.

“We will practice the end, now. You will swallow,” her mother told her.

She looked up at her mother in confusion, not sure what she was supposed to swallow.

Her mother opened the bottle and held it out to her, but wouldn’t let it go when she tried to take it. “Put your mouth on it, but don’t drink.”

Angeline flinched through a few slaps as her mother got her to understand what she wanted her to do, and she stood with her lips around the opening of the bottle of water, unsure of what was going to happen. She felt stupid as she moved her hand along the banana in her other hand, next to the bottle, until suddenly, her mother squeezed the bottle and water shot up into her mouth and nose, hitting over her face as she jerked away in shock. Angeline wiped off her face, coughing the water from her lungs.

Her mother slapped her, pulling her face back to the bottle. “You have to be prepared, and swallow!”

More weeks went like this, until her mother was satisfied that she would be able to do a passable job, and Angeline prayed that her mother wouldn’t make her practice this skill with people in the park.

Thankfully, it seemed that her mother was keeping this for a specific occasion, and she didn’t have to, though she did have to spend at least two hours every week practicing.

She did, only because her mother watched her, but it just made her determined to work harder and get better at acting so she didn’t need any of these “skills”.

…    …    …    

Angeline walked through the parking lot to the school, feeling the eyes of the students waiting around out there following her. The female students with distaste and envy, and the male students with the creeping, disgust filling stare that made her feel like her skin was crawling.

She kept her head high, because her mother was watching, and she didn't want her to see her breaking the form she'd coached her on so often.

She walked through the door, but it didn't give her any relief, as the male teachers on the bottom floor of the building all looked over her, letting their eyes wander and imagine, ignoring the shudders of disgust moving down her body as shivers.

As she walked up the stairs to the third floor where her first acting class was, she felt the female dance teachers passing her, paying her no attention, and it actually felt nice; being ignored at least meant that they weren’t looking at her with hatred.

She got to her class and sat in the front row of seats, pulling her script from the stack of papers she set down.

Soon, it was her turn on the stage, and she walked up, fixing the short skirt as it rode up in a now second natured movement. She spoke her lines, and moved to her mark as the script said, but the teacher called cut, coming up to her and moving her, his hands touching her back and side.

“Right there,” he told her as he stepped away, letting his hands slide from her, one down her shoulder blade and around her rib, and the other smoothly slipping over her hip and along her rear.

She repressed the urge to shudder in disgust, instead looking over to where the other actors were so she would be able to move here by herself next time; she did not want to give him an excuse to touch her.

They reset the scene and ran it again, and Angeline carefully made sure to move to her new mark, but again the teacher stopped the scene and stepped close to her.

“No, I think it will better here,” he said, moving her back to her original mark, using it as an excuse to touch her and let his fingers linger again.

She held back the shudder, reminding herself that she just needed to survive until she was in a movie. She had to learn enough and become good enough to be cast in a movie, then her mother would see that she could do it, and she wouldn't be sent out to the street to make money to repay her mother for all the time and money she'd spent on her.

She knew she could do it, if she just tried hard enough, and she only had to ignore the people who stared at her until she was in a movie, because then she would be good enough that her mother wouldn't let them.

She would become so good that she could get movie parts by herself and she would never have to do things with her mouth or body, she would say until she wanted to, but the way it made her feel when any male past puberty looked at her, she couldn't imagine ever wanting to be with a man that way.

.

She made it through her classes, and when she got home, she practiced more, staying in her room and running through the lines by herself until she couldn't focus anymore. She felt like she was going crazy, saying things over and over until she couldn't tell the difference in inflection and the words all sounded the same.

If her stepfather had been home, she would have gone to find him, asked if he would watch one of his English movies with her, but he was again away on a business trip, and her mother would never let her watch one of those movies.

She had noticed that, for some reason, her mother acted a bit differently toward her around him; she was still strict, but not as physical. She'd still hit her, just take her to another room, usually the room with the barre.

Angeline turned on the radio and laid on her bed, listening to the music and singing when a song she knew was on. She didn't want to think about things for a minute, she didn't want to worry if she would be good enough soon, or at least soon enough that her mother wouldn't have to use her virgin assets to get a movie. She didn't want to think about men touching her, she knew her mother wouldn't let them as soon as she was worth her trouble, as soon as she was in a movie, but she had to put up with it until then, just be quiet and try not to draw their attention while she got good enough.

The music flowed through her throat, pushed by her diaphragm, supplied by her lungs, shaped into words by her mouth and tongue, and as the words filled her ears, she let herself go, let her mind free to wander and not have to worry or feel.

She felt free at that moment, as though nothing could touch her, nothing was looming over her, waiting to rear its ugly head, making the music and words of the song her only focus.

.

“It’s so exciting that your birthday is next month,” Angeline’s mother told her, looking around the desk as they waited for Mr. Lambert, the agent.

“It is?” She asked quietly. It had never been exciting that it was her birthday before, why now, all of a sudden?

“Yes! Sixteen is the perfect age. You’ll be mature enough, but not too old. You’re just ripe for the picking! They’ll just love you, and you’ll be in every movie!” Her mother exclaimed. “And, this time, you will get to do what you have been practicing.”

“But-”

“No, listen to me, I told you, didn’t I? That you might have to do some things that you might not like, just to make sure you get the part?” She asked.

“I don’t want to,” Angeline breathed.

“Damn it, you brat, I trained you! I fixed you and built your beauty into this! I gave you all of the best clothes, the best make up, the best food and medical! All I ask is this! You are going to be a star!" She shook her head tearfully. "You are such a disappointment, don't you want me to love you? Do as you are told. ”

“Mama, no,” she tried not to cry, knowing that a bigger beating would await her if she did.

The door opened and a man walked in, sitting behind the desk.

Angeline quickly pushed her misery away and pulled her “perfect girl" mask on. She had to be good, she had to prove that she could do the acting to get the part, she had to show her mother that she was worth keeping, that she didn't need to do the things her mother had said she would need to, that she was worth protecting and loving.

“Thank you for waiting. Now, I see that you’ve brought your daughter to us. Turn around, please,” he asked, and she spun, her short skirt flitting up, showing her perfect legs, and the panties her mother had gotten her especially for this. He raised his eyebrow, and nodded. “Do you like acting?”

“Of course,” she said in her sweetest, practiced voice. ‘It gives me a chance to be someone else for a little bit...’

“You do look lovely, you could even almost do the adult roles, you look old enough for it,” he said thoughtfully.

Her mother looked at her, and leaned in, whispering, “do it. Now.”

She looked at her mother, pleading.

“Now!”

She looked down, but her hands moved up, slipping the straps of the dress from her shoulders. Her mother gave a tug and the top fell to her waist, another tug and the dress slipped from her to the floor.

“She would do very well at those parts,” her mother spoke brightly. “She could give you a demonstration- well, she- she is new to this, she is a virgin, but, for a good enough part, you could take her mouth’s virginity. It will be good, I promise!” her mother chirped happily.

Angeline couldn’t open her eyes, and her arms tried to cover herself. She knew that her body was too grown up; all of the other girls her age still weren’t this developed yet, and all of the boys still stared at her.

She couldn’t stop thinking, ‘God no, please no- I don’t want to do this...’

“Do you think I am a fool?” The man questioned. “She may look old enough to play the adult parts, but I know she is fifteen. You obviously think you’re smarter than me. You think I don’t know about the bait and sue game? Trick me into this, then sue me or blackmail me?”

“Oh, no!” Her mother gasped. “No! That’s not it at all! Look, what if,” she started taking off her shirt. “I’m not unconsenting, clearly, and, I am practiced… It would feel even better… And if you signed her, when she is a bit older…” she trailed off.

“I suppose that could be acceptable,” the man answered her unspoken offer, his eyes roving over her daughter’s body hungrily.

Her mother turned to her. “Now, watch, I won’t always be here to do this for you, you'll have to be able to do it for yourself,” she said, kneeling on the floor.

‘No,’ she chanted to herself. ‘No, no, no, no, no...’

It became her mantra, and she looked away. She didn’t want to see what was happening, but she could still feel the man’s gaze raking over her underwear clad body.

“Open your eyes!” Her mother demanded before turning back to the man’s waist.

She had to watch, but only watching was better than having to participate, she comforted herself, and zoned out, letting her mind wander off so her eyes didn’t have to pay attention to what was happening in front of her.

.

Angeline was quiet, reserved, and didn’t say much of anything after her meeting with the agent, even more quiet than usual as she poked around her dinner.

Her mother hadn’t given her the chance. She’d practiced so hard to prove that she wouldn’t have to do the things her mother had been teaching her, but she hadn’t even given her a chance. She’d immediately wanted her to strip down and kneel, without even doing the reading.

She felt tears pushing at her eyes, but pushed them back as hard as she could, not wanting her mother to hit her.

That night as she pulled on her pajamas, a tiny tank top and shorts set, she glanced over to the mirror, but quickly away.

Looking in the mirror only ever seemed to show the same thing; that she was beautiful. She had started hating that trait.

If she wasn’t beautiful, maybe she could have a normal life.

If she wasn’t beautiful, maybe her mother wouldn’t make her learn to do things she didn’t want to, and shouldn't be doing at her age.

If she wasn’t beautiful, men probably wouldn’t look at her like they did, and women wouldn’t hate her, like they did.

If she wasn’t beautiful, maybe she wouldn’t feel dirty, or stupid, or lonely, or hated, or empty…

Maybe she’d have more worth than her appearance…

Maybe she’d be happy…

She hated being beautiful.

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[jocelynships]

I’ve been thinking a lot about how I got into Marvel and how at first it was just a silly little obsession and how it turned into something that ended up meaning so much to me.

So, I apologize for this sounding so sappy and for how long (it’s really long and I apologize greatly) and emotional this gets, but here:

Warning: Talk of past mental abuse and thoughts of self-harm/suicide

So here’s the funny thing, when I was between the ages of 10-13 I wanted absolutely NOTHING to do with Marvel. Everyone was talking about it and I will admit I was a bratty kid and if something was popular I had to Hate It™️. I’ve grown from that mindset and I’m SO glad I did. But anyways, not the point of the story.

When I was a little kid I watched the first Spider-Man movie with Tobey Maguire and Fantastic 4. I watched a lot of Spider-Man cartoons too. I can’t remember if I ever watched X-Men or not, but I remember seeing them in a few Spider-Man episodes. My dad liked Marvel and he’d play the movies (this was all pre MCU I should mention) and I think I’d watch bits and pieces of them while I played with whatever toys I had in my parent’s bedroom or living room (when I was a kid if my dad was home I HAD to be around him). So I had a VAGUE understanding of superheroes and who they were. I’m certain I could have named a few of them when I was younger, I just didn’t necessarily care.

So Avengers came out when I was finishing up 8th grade, and all my classmates were talking about it, but it annoyed me greatly. My best friend, Rebecca, had seen it already, and was freaking out about it with some of our other old friends. I made a comment like “is it really good or are you guys just trying to be cool like everyone else?”

And Rebecca goes, “Jocelyn, you really need to see it. I think you’d actually like it.”

“Superheroes are so overrated!”

“At least watch the trailer!”

So Rebecca pulled up the trailer on her iPod Touch (god I feel old just saying that), sat me down at one of the benches by the basketball court our tiny private school had, and I watched the trailer. I was kinda interested, but not totally sold. I decided the guys were hot, and if I would go if asked.

Then when I got home from school, I was looking for something to watch like most kids were. Nothing was on, but Disney XD was playing some Marvel cartoons and out of simple curiosity and not really liking anything else that was being played, I turned it on. And holy shit I ended up getting hooked.

So a few days later after watching these cartoons I suggest seeing Avengers to my dad. He gets this look on his face like, “who the hell are you and what did you do to my daughter because she hates superheroes?” He asks me if I’m a Marvel fan now and I mentioned the cartoons, so he went and rented the movies leading up to the Avengers, and I wasn’t actually expecting to like anything, I just wanted to see it because I thought the guys were hot.

So I ended up really enjoying the movies, and my dad and I started seeing the other MCU films that came out. I told myself I was only interested in the Avengers and Spider-Man really (the Amazing Spider-Man came out the same year as the Avengers and my dad took me to see it). I told myself didn’t really care about any of the other hero teams.

BUT THEN I GET INTRODUCED TO THIS REALLY COOL FACEBOOK MARVEL GAME! They sadly don’t have it anymore which in my opinion is BULLSHIT, but it was called Avengers Alliance and they had a shit ton of characters in it. My goal was to get them all but I never did bc it got shut down (listen I would kill to have it brought back okay THEY HAD A BUNCH OF X-MEN CHARACTERS) But basically I saw all these characters I had no idea existed and me being me, my mind went “I MUST KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM”! I really don’t know everything about them and I’m still discovering characters but that’s okay!! The Marvel universe is HUGE and I love learning new stuff about it!! But anyways back to my original point!! I remembered I really liked the Fantastic 4 when I was younger so I started watching the original two movies again (I haven’t seen the 2015 remake nor do I plan to ever). Then I saw we had the first two X-Men films, okay lets watch those. Oh, who’s Daredevil and the other Defenders? They seem cool!! Ghost Rider? Hell yeah, a skeleton on fire how cool is that?! Agents of SHIELD? I loved Phil Coulson, I had to watch it! Hey, the Guardians of the Galaxy are really cool too! I know nothing about Doctor Strange but he was in some Spider-Man cartoons and he seemed awesome! Blade, a vampire that doesn’t sparkle? SIGN ME UP!

Basically from the time I was 14-17, I was just basically running down an aisle at a grocery store picking out characters I thought looked cool. I also learned a lot about the characters from some mobile games I downloaded bc hey, I like games.

But at the same time as I was going through everything, I started developing some extreme anxiety and depression problems. I didn’t exactly realize it WAS anxiety and depression, I just thought I was extremely sensitive and did a bunch of shit wrong, so I assumed I was just a screw up whenever my mother yelled at me for getting a B in class or blamed me for her being late to work when I was ready to go and she was just getting in the shower. It wasn’t until my senior year did I realize something was wrong with the way she was treating me and the way I was feeling. But again, I brushed it off as nothing.

I went through my senior year feeling anxious and depressed a lot. But I was a SENIOR! I was almost done with high school! I had a great group of friends and we’d hang out on the weekends and go off campus for lunch to the Taco Bell down the road! Things couldn’t be bad!

But tensions were rising high at home. I was sort of oblivious to a lot of it and to be honest, I’m a little upset with myself for not noticing it sooner. My parents were fighting a lot, and halfway through my senior year of high school, my sister and niece had to move in with us because her ex husband was an alcoholic and was getting abusive. (She ended up going back for about another year, but left permanently the second time she moved in with us) And needless to say things were really rough since there was now five people in a two bedroom apartment and my sister and my niece stayed in my room with me. Which was difficult since my niece was 4/5 at the time and had quite the temper, and I was also her favorite person, yet I was occupied with school work.

My anxiety and depression got worse, and it got to the point where I was having meltdowns in class and would have to leave school early or just stay home. After a month or two and a HUGE fight between pretty much everyone (except me, they only stopped when I had a massive panic attack), my sister moved back.

And things were slightly okay again. During that break I got reintroduced to X-Men through a couple different things: my best friend, @rosyinlove, X-Men Apocalypse was coming out, and my brother gave me his old Xbox 360 and the game Marvel Ultimate Alliance. I’ve seen the first two movies at this point and I was already kinda curious about them, but wasn’t until that year did I realize “hey these guys are kinda cool!” So I played as them in Ultimate Alliance just because they were the most fun to play. And while he sadly wasn’t a playable character, Nightcrawler was a character and you had to rescue him in a quest (or kill him and save Jean instead, I had a dilemma over the very idea of killing him and this was BEFORE I started shipping with him!) and he fascinated me. IDK if it was my brain just liking him as a character or going “WHOO BOY HE’S HOT”, but my interest in him was growing and I was kinda sad he wasn’t a playable character!

And with Apocalypse coming out the day after I graduated high school, I decided I had to see it, so I impulsively bought the other movies and well... the rest is history. I started watching the cartoons and while I didn’t get my hands on any comics, I read bits and pieces online.

And for some reason, the X-Men just spoke out to me in a way I can’t explain. I loved all the other heroes I came across, but there was something about the team of mutants that really pulled me in. Maybe because I related to the fact of being outcast? But in any case, I was drawn to them and I latched onto them and just didn’t let go. Even when 70s and 80s pop culture was the main thing on my mind in 2017, I still had the X-Men in the back of my mind and I thought “oh hey, this song reminds me of the X-Men”, “Kurt would like this song”, or “omg this movie would be a cute AU for me and Kurt!”

But anyways, the summer of 2016 was kind of rough. My mother was getting onto me for every single little thing and even yelled at me in front of my friends once for asking her to bring some some soda after she OFFERED to get us some. My friends pulled me aside and said, “hey, that’s not normal”. And I was in a really bad place. I loved my mother, but I felt awful being around her. I felt like I had to walk on eggshells around her. If I said the wrong thing I’d be punished. I was afraid of her.

So I noticed whenever I got anxious or depressed I would turn to the X-Men movies and cartoons and I’d feel a little better. Then I started writing dumb little stories and made silly doodles of me hanging out with them. It was something that was fun and made me calm down when I was getting anxious.

Then August of 2016 came around.

I came home from spending the night at a friend’s house, and I was feeling really tired so when my dad asked for me to sit down and talk to him about something, I tried brushing him off because I just wanted to shower and go to sleep.

But he said, “it’s really serious” and whenever someone says that my anxiety shoots through the roof and I think of the worst case scenario, such as someone was dying or was dead. So I sat down with him and I’m expecting him to tell me someone was dead, but he just goes:

“Your mother and I are splitting up.”

Basically my world came crashing down at that point.

My mother started getting more and more irritable and began yelling and screaming at me over the smallest things. And she was convinced I was going to stay with her and she talked to me about all her plans she had for us, but I was going to move out with my dad. But I didn’t want to tell her because I was terrified of how she was going to respond (she lashed out when things didn’t go her way), and I said, “I still haven’t made up my mind on who I’m going with”. That still caused her to lash out.

So she screamed at me and told me things like “I was leaving her to die” or “I was a horrible daughter for abandoning her”. And from that she just lashed out over everything. Not to mention my sister and my niece moved back in that September.

So my mother was constantly fighting with my dad, berating me, and my sister and my niece never gave me any alone time despite being in my first semester of college. I had very little time to work on homework and would stay at school for longer than I needed to be there just to work on homework without my sister and my niece bothering me. And I also got stuck watching my niece quite a bit because my sister was running off with a guy she had just met. And I get that she was going through a really rough divorce as well and really liked this dude, but it happened every night. I needed an escape from it all.

So I started binge watching Marvel movies and cartoons every chance I got. Mainly X-Men. I fantasized often about Kurt bamfing himself and the X-Men into my apartment, sternly telling my family I was going with them and they couldn’t stop them. I wrote and drew more and more of my silly self insert stuff because it was a way to forget about all the bullshit that was going on at home.

Eventually things just got worse as the time for my dad and I to move out got closer, and my mother would start up fights with my dad just about every night. And she did this when I was in the next room and could hear everything. She also got physical with him and while my dad could have easily defended himself and fight back, he didn’t because she was trying to get him fucking arrested.

So I was having difficulties dealing with their constant fighting and my mother trying to pull me into the middle of the drama. My dad told her to keep me out of it since none of it had to do with me. Needless to say she kept pulling me into the middle of things and tried to get me to side with her and would scream her head off if I didn’t want to talk about it. I got called selfish for having anxiety and depression, and she threatened to hit me on multiple occasions. She never did, but holy shit I got so scared every time she held her hand up like she was going to smack me across the face. I showed up to class crying quite often and when my classmates asked what was wrong I’d brush it off and tell them it was nothing. 

And as time went on I had falling outs with everyone on my mother’s side of the family and both of my siblings (I have made up with them separately, but things are tense between them still because they don’t like each other’s spouses and it stresses me out because they shit talk each other to me and I have to act like I’m on their side), and my dad and I were struggling and I felt like a huge burden on him. Needless to say it got to the point where I felt like I was doing something wrong, that everyone would be better off without me, and I wanted to end it all.

I actually did go to grab a knife once when no one was home bc I was having urges to hurt myself, but the instant I grabbed the knife a little voice in my mind just went into panic mode and screamed, “Captain America wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself!”

And then that voice kept listing off as many heroes as it could, and when I started thinking about the X-Men not wanting me to hurt myself, I just dropped the knife into the sink and had a breakdown.

And still to this day when I do get those thoughts I always think about how a certain fuzzy elf wouldn’t want me to hurt or kill myself. I haven’t cut (I have participated in other self destructive behaviors in the past I don’t wish to discuss, but I’m fighting it), and honestly it’s because I don’t want to worry the X-Men.

They may not be real, and I’m not sure they would really care about me if they were, but still the idea of having a group of people who also come from fucked up families and are outcast from society acting like a family to each other really helps me get through all of this.

I just keep telling myself that if all these superheroes could go through hell and back, then so could I. Sure, I’m not fighting villains hellbent on taking over the world or struggling with having superpowers I can’t control, but still it’s inspiring to see them continue on despite their hardships. If they can do it, then why can’t I?

And the X-Men have really helped me through that. Like I said, they aren’t real, but they are extremely relatable characters. Especially Kurt. I’ve been outcast before and while I do have my group of close friends, I still feel like I don’t belong. He’s been outcast and shunned by society for his appearance. While both of Kurt’s parents are awful and my mother didn’t try to kill me (to be honest I was afraid she was going to snap and kill my dad a couple times), we both have kinda fucked up familes. But despite all of this we still try to see the good in others and do good for people. And I want to help him through his hardships and have him know he can always come to me for comfort.

When I started the Night Roses and the Jocelyn and the X-Men stuff, a lot of it was coping. I wanted to be rescued by Kurt and the X-Men, and I wanted to help them overcome their issues. A lot of the Night Roses relationship is being each other’s support system. The idea of not only having Kurt comfort me, but me comforting him helps me so much. It gives me something to live for. When I was going to therapy, I told my therapist about it and she said it was a great coping mechanism and a way for me to practice self love and acceptance.

And while he’s just a comic book character, I sincerely hope I can find someone just like Kurt in real life one day. He means so much to me, and I hope whoever I get with in the future will understand that.

I apologize for this being so long, but really, Marvel means the absolute would to me, and it’s really hard to explain to people why and I often get written off as an obsessive nerd who has no grasp on reality. But I know how I feel and I know the people who matter understand how important Marvel is to me. Honestly, I don’t know where I’d be without Marvel. I probably wouldn’t be here. I’m still struggling with a lot of issues, but I know I can get through it thanks to the X-Men and the other superheroes of Marvel. ❤️

#long post #personal stuff #i really apologize for this being so long #if you read all of this thank you #i may or may not be crying right now #this was difficult to type out #and i still left out a bunch of stuff #but anyways here you can have this #this is okay to reblog idk why someone would want to but it’s okay to interact with

[via-val]

Okay, so recently it has been brought to my attention that some people get confused with the characters and OC’s in pushing each other to the limits, since there are so many of them. I wasn’t aware of this being an issue, nevertheless I’m glad anon pointed it out, this way I can create a character log and keep y’all updated with the new arrivals and so on!

I’ll start listing under the cut. ^w^

First off,  Ryōmen Utsukushi-sa. She is the first OC to appear and does so halfway through chapter one. She has pastel pink eyes, white and pink hair that resembles that of a fairy, hollow bones and a pair of big feather-covered wings that, when fully developed, will grant her the ability to fly. She has a sweet tooth and publicly humiliated Midoriya because Katsuki shoved Nakisakebu, a friend of hers. Her name means two-sided beauty, referring to her backstabbing yet charming personality. She has yet to come back.

Nakisakebu makes a brief appearance as well, although she isn’t that important. She gets shoved by Bakugou at lunch and then plots a way to get back at him by humiliating Izuku. Her name means weep.

On that same chapter, Shinrai Dekinai makes an appearance. He looks pretty much like a human bumblebee, with clear wings, dark, wide eyes and a pair of antennas on top of his head. He is quite fluent in English and turned his back on Izuku upon learning that the latter was quirkless as he doesn’t appreciate people lying or hiding this from him. His name is supposed to mean something along the lines of “this can’t go well.” Foreshadowing? Maybe.

Chapter two greets us with the presence of Kiru Tsume, better known as Shitty Tygra Knockoff. He doesn’t really stand out, just a common boy with the appearance of a tiger and sliced pupils. His quirk makes him part Tiger and allows him several feline-like abilities. His name is just a word play on the word “kitsune” which means fox in Japanese.

Matsuoka Akiko makes her first appearance on that same chapter. She is a young woman with pale skin, grey eyes and long ebony black hair, often referred to as a yokai because of her scary appearance. She co-owns La Parroquia de Veracruz and is a happy woman with a bubbly personality. Her name means bright, in reference to her happy personality. Her quirk, Whim, allows her to know what people want/need and tell them apart. As a child she was bullied and holds grim memories of her teenage years and school, reason why she decided to drop out of uni, quit out of her job as a waitress and help her internet best friend start his business.

Mateo Flores is a mexican boy with pastel pink skin and slightly darker pink hair. His eyes are a deep violet and he has a pair of flashy fangs that can rarely be seen since he is shy and doesn’t tend to smile as much as Akiko. He is the original owner of La Parroquia de Veracruz and his quirk, Flavour, grants him the ability to make literally anything taste like glory. His name means decisive. He settled down in Japan just after graduating high school and opened a café, hiring his ibf Akiko as a waitress and also business partner.

Takane Hikari worked as a receptionist the first time she appeared in the story, back in chapter two. She currently works as an intern for a big Support Company and resides in Hosu. Her hair is cyan, short, curly and her eyes are an icy blue. Her quirk, Splatter, although quite useless makes up for a good party trick as she can eject paint from her body. Her name means light.

Kirishima Iwao is a buff, tall man with dark skin and even darker hair. His eyes are a light shade of blue and his quirk, Rock, gives him a thick skin. However, can unharden his skin and make himself soft for a couple of minutes. He works as a trainer in a local gym. Because I’m an uncreative little shit his name literally means rock.

Kirishima Mio is a petite woman with dark hair and sharp, shark-like teeth. She has scarlet red eyes and works as a detective in a nearby precinct. Her name can either be interpreted as beautiful or saint. 

Now let’s skip to chapter three. The first to make an appearance here is Bakugou Tsuki. She has white short hair and red eyes that match with a beautiful tanned skin. Her quirk, Ember, lets her set random things on fire and then manipulate the embers. She loves to tease her grandsons and is a single mother. Her name means to thrust.

Yasu Nagisa is Inko’s mother. She is a kind yet untrusting, strict woman with green hair, orange eyes and teal skin. Her quirk, Levitate, allows her to make things fly with a simple glance. Her name means shore.

Yasu Ryuu is Inko’s father. He has blonde curls, blue eyes, and prominent freckles. Unlike his wife, he is a happy-go-lucky kinda guy with a quirk deemed best suited for villany by most people. Appearing allows him to have any object appear on his hands by just knowing what it looks like and its location. His name means dragon.

Chapter four presents us a brand new set of OC’s. First off, there’s Hazuki Kisumi, a boy with dark hair, blue skin and navy blue eyes. He has gills on either side of his neck and fins on both his calves and forearms. His name means mist, like the vague mist that can be seen on the shores at sunrise. His quirk, Introduction, allows him to know how a person would like to be approached. He is quite shy and has a slippery tongue.

Then we have Yamazaki Hiroko, a woman that looks like a triceratops all the way from head to toe. She has broad shoulders and three horns atop her head. Her skin is dark and covered in golden scales, along with her muscled tail. She has dark cocoa hair and partially heterochromatic eyes that go from amber yellow to emerald green, although her prettiest feature are her pair of glassy red lips. She has a flirty personality and likes to joke around. Her name means tolerant and her quirk, Mixing, allows her to mix about anything and everything and make it right. Is she a bartender? Mad scientist? Only time will tell.

Shiozaki Fuji is a short woman with vines for hair and a characteristic stoic face expression. She works as a receptionist in NIK and her quirk grows flowers from her hair. Her name means mountain and she is related to Shiozaki Ibara, student from class 1-B.

Daichi Yuu is an old man with a quirk that allows him to literally blend in with his surroundings. He is the principal at NIK, a responsible adult with a successful career in quirk analysis and quite a lively character. His name means intellect. 

From there we skip all the way over to chapter six, where Ai Chiasa makes her first appearance. She is Shouto’s personal chauffeur and her quirk, Teletransporting, is self-explanatory. She has purple skin and peach coloured hair that match with a calm personality. She enjoys pop culture way too much and loves the Todoroki like if they were her own children. Her name means a thousand mornings.

From the recommended exam we have Fudo Daiki, local pervert and wielder of Nightcrawling, a quirk that allows him to use dark areas to teletransport from one place to another. He has neon bright hair and a sly smile and his name means brightness, a contrast to how his quirk works. We also have Shinju Nyoko whose name means gem treasure. She is a bubbly girl with dark skin and an afro. Her quirk, Space, allows her to bend constellations, stars and such at will.

Last but not least, chapter seven brings what I believe to be the last OC’s from this batch. For starters we have Nakamura Harumi, whose name means springtime beauty. She has medium-short, long cocoa hair that match with a pair of brown eyes and grey skin. She is smart yet shy, has a weird liking for the sun and is very trusting of others. Her quirk, Host, makes her the best at organizing events and such.

Then we get introduced to Interi Hiro, a boy with white hair and pastel purple eyes. He is related to Interi Saiko, a girl from the anime-only filler Provisional License Exam episode in season three. He is a carefree guy, although he can be a little bit bitchy when out of soda since that means he can’t use his quirk, I. Q., properly. His name means abundant.

Ryoko Seina is a girl with dark skin, orange hair and bright red eyes. She is a nice person, although prone to get anxious easily. Her quirk, Moonlight, makes her extra productive at night time and she can also expand her limbs thanks to her father’s genes. Her name means innocent and she is a sweet person.

Natalya Ivanova is an elder Russian lady and the homeroom teacher for Class 101 in NIK. She is a strict teacher and likes to make fun of her students, all in good-hearted nature.

Ito Miya is the second highest ranked student in NIK. She has purple skin, pastel pink hair that’s shaved in one side and curly on the other, a scar along her right cheek, freckles and a pair of brown eyes that get hidden underneath black frames that she doesn’t really need. She has three piercings on her left ear to match Kaoru’s and a pair of demonic purple wings that flutter each time she gets excited. Her quirk, Spotlight, allows her switch the attention from herself at will. Her name means wings.

Finally, we have Watanabe Kaoru. He has tanned skin and ash brown hair along with a cute lil’ mole on the upper right part of his lips. His eyes are a vibrant green deep enough to rival Izuku’s and he has a set of three piercings on his right ear. He needs glasses and so he wears a pair of thick-rimmed frames at all times, his name means fragrance. His quirk, Handsome, allows him to morph into what people find physically appealing as long as he meets the requirements (i. e. he can’t grow boobs to appeal people who are into that). He also has a driver’s license and is a long-time friend of Miya. 

And I think that’s it! Here you can find a couple of visuals I created, just in case things are a bit unclear. You can also message me and I’ll answer your doubts to the best of my ability! <3

#ao3fic #tododeku #kiribaku #oc #character log #pushing each other to the limits we were learning quicker #this ended up being so fucking long omg spare me #i'm so sorry

[sinkingorswimming]

CONGRATION FOR 600 FOLLOWERS U DONE IT

more X-Men coming through, maybe not so “soft” anymore @linneakou

He could be doing a gig in DC at the 930 Club right now, but Ciao Ciao and his teammates are playin’.

An old friend of Celestino’s, Dr. Mireya Thomas, mentioned during a lunch date to check in and catch up her close neighbor’s son disappeared six months ago. She’d been searching for him—Leo had confided in her that he was a mutant, having moments where flames would appear on his body. Leo was a kind kid, she told Celestino—went to mass every Sunday, was in the church band, good grades in school, helped his local Kiwanis chapter—but he’d come to her because Mireya is a leading geneticist in the field of human mutation.

He prayed every night for a cure, he said then. 

Celestino handed her a tissue to dry her stoic tears and said he would try to find out what he could, keeping an eye out for posters or social media posts.

Thanks to some creative computing on Seung Gil’s part, they have the following—

1) There is some shadow org called The Right taking recently mutant-presenting teens.2) They have some kind of crazy financial backing that no one can properly trace. (”Yet,” grumbled Seung Gil with some acid.)3) Blackwater looking goons with masks do the aductions, and some shady dude who speaks only in a mixture of German dialects calls the shots.

Yuuri is in a costume that’s mostly different from his stage outfits. It’s black and made of some fabric Seung Gil calls “unstable molecules” so it’s fireproof, waterproof, bulletproof, shockproof, and Andre Leon Talley’s scathing critique proof. Chris handled the design, making a point to compliment its inventor on how it goes through a serger like a hot knife with butter. It’s a black-form fitting number covered in prismatic crystals, mesh inserts, and fingerless gloves so he can still use his Laser Hands (TM Phichit, not to be confused with his Laser Pants, also TM Phichit) and he puts in red contacts instead of the UV purple ones. His hair’s gelled back and the make-up that obscures his features is charcoal and crimson. 

Yuuri could dance before he could run, which is how he keeps ending up the point man. Little rainbow shimmers float in the air around him, a sublte method to distract people from paying too much attention to his voice or face. 

“I hate this.”

I know you do, Dazz, replies Phichit over their special earpieces. Just know Forge and I are right behind ya’ once you clear the security systems.

“He really can’t just hack it?” Yuuri arches his back, holding his right foot above his head in a Bielmann. The boots he wears have split soles like dance or wrestling shoes.

Sure I can, if I want the FBI on our door in two minutes, comes the inventor’s scating reply.

Yuuri stretches his other leg. Standing at the wall behind him, Longshot clears his throat. 

Yuuri gives him a look. Since he doesn’t have a secret identity at all really, he just lets his face show with nothing to conceal his features. 

His suit’s been modified by Chris to use the same fabric as Yuuri’s—instead of hot pink, he now wears a purple top attached to black fingerless gloves that begin at his elbows. His pants are a tight shimmery black like oil slicks, but his boots are more traditional combat style unlike the Dazzler outfit. The embellishments on his top are actually weapons—the cord doubles as a whip, the “braiding” is actually those short silver darts he throws, and so on. 

Longshot smiles, his eye glimmering with the gold burst for a moment. “Your lucky charm’s on stand by, beautiful,” he assures Yuuri with a wink.

Yuuri turns forward again so he won’t see that his cheeks now match his make up. He coughs, takes a look at the grid, reminds himself of his forays into acrobatics, aerial silks, and capoeira…and goes.

Phichit should really be doing this, he thinks as he manages to get a hold in a cloth banner above the laser grid, climbing it and then doing a triple somersault to the next one. He’s the one who can cling to surfaces that have friction and can freaking teleport. His eyes are better in the dark, too, but since they couldn’t get the schematics on where the grid stopped or if they continue inside the rooms in the facility (since if Phichit BAMFs into a room full of them, they’ll go off), Yuuri has to do it. 

He tumbles through, avoiding a moving grid with a randomized pattern using the steps from a Paso Doble Minako insisted he learn. There’s not much sound here, but it’s enough and when a random beam almost hits him, he manages to shield himself with a bit of white light at a differeing optical density so it refracts around him. 

Nice, Forge and Nightcrawler say in unison.

Only after doing a full split under the last few does he make it and disables the grid. He’s oddly not sweaty or throwing up or anything. Huh.

Longshot saunters to him, and when they’re face to face, he picks up Yuuri’s right hand, kissing his ring finger and then his cheek, the day’s stubble prickling against Yuuri’s skin in a way that makes his breathing stop and his heart stutter. 

The smell of sulphur and a black bit of smoke heralds Nightcrawler and Forge. Phichit doesn’t need a mask since his daytime appearance with the Image Inducer is one—his gold eyes, deep blue fur, and short fangs make him cute in a sinister manner. His costume is deep red and gold, while Forge wears a sedate gray-blue and black jumpsuit as Chris vetoed his idea for a loud costume like a rainbow.

They find an office with a terminal, and Forge cracks his neck and sets to work. It only takes him a few minutes before he can copy the relevant data. There’s a guard rotation but they timed their entrance with the shift changes. 

It only takes three minutes and they have six more before the gig is up. 

“Done,” Seung Gil says. He pockets the HD. 

“Jěng âh!” Phichit grins and his tail swishes like an excited puppy. The four of them link hands, Longshot giving Dazzler a particularly happy look, and they’re BAMFed out to an alley a couple blocks down.

Longshot pitches forward with a pain-filled cry. 

“Sorry,” Nightcrawler says with a sheepish shrug. “It’s hard on passengers the first…eighteen times.”

“I threw up twice,” Seung Gil adds in a voice that has no comfort whatsover.

Dazzler helps Longshot get back upright. “You okay?”

“It’ll be alright, beautiful,” he answers as Phichit sings some of the lines from Ellie’s “Something in the Way You Move” in the background. 

Yuuri might add it to his rotating encores after he punches Phichit for the heckling. It’s a moot point he forgets, because they end up back at the house Chris bought them—it’s a Park Slope multi-million dollar home that the Giacomettis have owned since it was built. 

Chris perfers a skyscraper’s penthouse so he can stretch his wings…literally, so since this was in disuse, they all moved in. There’s seven bedrooms—Celestino has the master, Seung Gil’s converted the parlor into his sleeping area and work shop, and Phichit keeps waggling his eyebrows that Dazzler and Longshot should double up.

Their rooms are the two on the second floor, which take up the whole thing. They share a bathroom and Yuuri let Victor have the room with the terrace access. 

The cellar has been expanded through the backyard, outfitted with steel walls, soundproofing, and Seung Gil’s hologram tech. It’s a gymnasium on steroids for all of them to refine their skills with their gifts, and boy did Seung Gil get a sour expression when Phichit called it the Danger Room.

He twitches every time someone else says it. He twitches a lot, because it’s caught on.

Chris happens to be waiting in their living and rec room when they get back—he’s discussing something with Celestio. Since he’s not acting as the face of Intoxicated by Giacometti or as a board member of Giacometti Corp, he’s wearing a shirt with a low back so he can have his wings out. 

Seung Gil boots up his computer to run the analysis of what they got. and Phichit BAMFs into the kitchen, returning with a bottle of Mekhong and glasses for everyone filled with ice. He pours and they all take one, though Victor looks at his from every possible angle like it’s poison.

“Mote gaow!” Phichit shouts, and they echo it as they drink.

Victor stares at his glass after his initial sip. He looks confused. 

“It’s more or less rum,” Yuuri explains. Victor doesn’t look like he understands better. Right. Alien. Not from Earth. “Uh, it’s a…sugarcane beverage that can get you drunk.”

Victor lights up. “Ah!” He takes longer sip, and things seem pleasant enough until Seung Gil does a literal sitcom-style spittake at his montior.

“That’s not gonna be fun to clean,” Phichit deadpans. 

“What happened?” Ciao Ciao asks with a serious tone.

“Chris—” Seung Gil begins. “When’s the last time you reviewed GC’s R&D budget?”

Chris pauses, thinks. “Five years ago, if I’m honest. Josef insisted on handling the line items and minutiae so I can be free to do the public appearances and philanthrophy without conflicts.” His expression shifts from thoughtful to grim. “I’m not going to like what you say next, am I?”

“…Let me ask a follow up in that…you’re sure Josef is okay with mutants?”

Yuuri’s spine goes rigid. Even Phichit stops smiling. 

“He’s always told me he is since I presented,” Chris answers with no emotion in his voice.

“Well—” Seung Gil says. “He’s clearly lying. GC-0963 Project: The Right. There’s dozens of mutants in here that have either been abducted for experiments or—”

The silence hangs heavy, leaden with horror and dread.

“How many?” Chris says.

“Chris, maybe—” Ciao Ciao begins.

“How. Many.” Chris snaps.

Seung Gil gives Chris a look uncharacterisically filled with sympathy. “198.”

Phichit gasps, dropping his drink before catching it with his tail.

“They’re imprisoned at a facility out in Montauk,” Seung Gil says. “It’s similar to Supermax but for mutants—they have power dampeners most likely, or they’re sedated.”

“Well, we’ll get them out,” Victor says with resolution and stilted cheer. “It’s a good old fashioned jailbreak!”

“No.” Chris stands, reading the data on Seung Gil’s screen. It all bears out, it seems given the pallor in his face. His eyes look haunted. “We’ll do this in a softer way.”

“You’re hitting him in the board room, then,” Ciao Ciao answers.

“Yeah.” Chris nods. “There’s a nuclear option I can employ with the Board to get him out—and I’m sure we can kill this Project: The Right easily enough too. I don’t want my family name aligned with bigotry or human rights violations, and I’m fairly confident they’ll agree.”

Chris narrows his eyes.

“Plan B though,” he begins. “You all are my Plan B.”

#domokunrainbowkinz #asked and answered #dazz and longshot au #dommi's fic #victuuri fic #yoi fic #dazzler!yuuri #longshot!victor #lost in your light #prompt fills

[xmutantsrpg-blog]

Name: Kurt Wagner @the-incredible-nightcrawler

Alias: Nightcrawler

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Powers: Super Human Agility, Teleportation, Prehensile Tail, Wall-Crawling, Camouflage In Shadows

Key Traits: Shy, cautious, loyal, kindhearted, protective, determined

Affiliation: Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

Date Enrolled: Kurt enrolled in the spring of 84. He came to Xavier’s after an accident when he nearly got trapped in a wall trying to teleport out of a dangerous situation. Even being there for a little bit has greatly improved his abilities.

Room number: 24D

Extracurriculars: Part time Chef, Fencing, Dance, Gymnastics,

What do you want to get out of this school: Kurt wants to better learn to control his powers and while he is getting better, there’s something else he wants more than that. Really he just wants to be accepted and to accept himself. He wants to be comfortable being who he is but when your outward appearance is scary it’s hard to get people to see him as anything other than a monster. Maybe here he’ll find some friends willing to see him for who he is inside rather than what he looks like on the outside.

Known Family: Kurt has a foster mother and sister but he never knew his biological family. He’s been led to believe that they got rid of him once they saw his mutation. The truth of why they abandoned him is unknown. His mother is Mystique and his father is Azazel. He gets his blue skin and fur from his mother and his demonic appearance comes from his father, who leads an ancient race of mutants the Bible refers to as Neyaphem/Demons, therefore making Kurt technically half demon.

Relations: He doesn’t really have any aside from his foster family and his cat. He does have a major soft spot for the younger mutants and children and goes out of his way to make them happy. Otherwise he’s a bit anti-social and awkward so he tends to figuratively and literally blend in to the shadows but he’s hoping to change that.

Personality Type: INFP, Neutral Good

Appearance: Kurt has what some would call a devilish appearance. He is relatively tall and thin. He has short fine blue fur from head to toe, yellow glowing eyes, fangs, a pointed tail, and only three digits on each hand and foot. Since his mutation is so noticeable he wears a holographic image projector or holoprojector to change his appearance to that of a normal looking human. While it affords him some sense of relief now, eventually he hopes he can walk around freely without it and not scare people away.

Triggers: If there is one thing that really sets Kurt on edge it’s being surrounded or backed into a corner. Despite the fact that he can literally poof himself away, most of the time he is far too panicked to control his power and do so.

Likes: Kurt enjoys music and dancing though not in public. He also finds fencing and acrobatics fascinating but hasn’t really pursued anything towards them yet but he plans on learning. He loves sweets particularly chocolate though not much compares to the chocolate from Germany. He loves children and kids and often plays the fool just to make them smile. Also anything small and cute. He’s a sucker for cute things.

Dislikes: He doesn’t like it when people look down on others and he can’t stand seeing people get hurt. He hates hurting others even more and does everything he can to avoid that. On a more literal note he dislikes fish and large crowds of people though he can handle them for short periods of time. He is also completely against guns and the use of them though again he will use one if there is no other choice.

Origin Story: 

Kurt was raised by his foster mother in Germany alongside his foster sister. Neither of them ever told him how they found him or where his real family was. Part of him suspects they don’t actually know but another part thinks they are hiding something from him. He stayed inside or near their house for most of his childhood, his mother too afraid to let him go past the safety the house provided. But Kurt grew curious the longer he stayed cooped up.

One day he ventured closer to the village they lived near and was fascinated by the humans living there. It was so peaceful and everyone seemed so happy, until one of them saw him. They thought he was a demon or a monster and ran from him. He tried to explain that he wasn’t trying to hurt anyone but no one would listen. In his distress he teleported for the first time and would up lost in the woods. Alone and scorned for something he couldn’t control he wandered trying to find his way back. When his sister found him and brought him home his mother explained to him that humans feared what they did not understand. Sometimes people couldn’t see past what they saw with their own two eyes. He was devastated. How would they ever understand him, if he didn’t understand himself?

From that day forward he was determined to learn all that he could about who he was and what he could do. He practiced his new powers day after day after day until he began to control them. Years past and despite several more run-ins with angry humans Kurt grew into a kind young man. He often waited for the cover of night and left gifts for the children of the village. They were they only ones who didn’t run right away when they first saw him. Or, not all of them anyway. Once in a while a few of them would actually sneak into the woods to talk to him and listen to the wild stories he would tell them about a swashbuckler who fought pirates or a general commanding an army against a dark lord.

It was one of these children who first invited him to the church. It was laughable really. How could one so hellish looking be welcome in the house of God? But when he entered one night, the priest was kind to him. He did not cower or try to cast him out. He showed him compassion and kindness. Maybe humans weren’t all bad after all. But his moment of peace was short-lived. One of the town’s folk saw him and reported him to the government. They would be there to pick him up soon. He couldn’t be taken away. Not before he could at least say goodbye.

He panicked and teleported to his home. Or he tried to. The moment he re-materialized he found his coat had been stuck in the wall. A millimeter was all it would have taken and he would have been stuck not his coat. His throat closed up and he flailed attempting to rip himself from the garment. His panic increased when the sound of rushing guards grew closer. No! He had to get home! With one final effort he ported back to the house. It was the farthest he’d ever gone and it nearly knocked him off his feet. He stumbled into the house and fell. His mother took one look and knew what had happened. She gathered his things and gave him all the money he’d need to buy passage to America. There was a school there where he’d be safe. He said goodbye and was soon on a boat headed to the states.

It was a long trip and he was nearly discovered as a mutant several times but he finally made it. The school was huge and impressive and he felt more unsure than ever of what was to become of him. But he’d come too far to stop now. With a new purpose in his heart he knocked on the door, ready to make the most of his powers and become something his mother could be proud of.

#xmyearbook #kurt wagner #xmen rpg #open rpg #/ sorry for the lazy pic i just wanted to get out a bio cause im slooooow lol

[kurtty-drabbles]

Blue Kitty au

N/A: Thinking about Kitty as Kymri thanks to a conversation with Danny and later another conversation with djinmer4 where the idea of Kitty being blue would change a few things in canon. Ok, first Kurt will be tsu tsu here (not unlikeable one. I promise) also, the shade of blue I´ll use is Baby Blue for her skin(her eyes and hair are still brown) and of course, she is 18 here (a perfect age for this story). Another point in this story is how it will show Rogue x Dazzler X Longshot.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @everykurt @muninandhugin

It starts rather innocuously if Rogue can say so or if one can believe something can start innocently when a robotic creature from outer space- to be precise as Cyclops likes to be, sometimes, the creature comes from the MojoVerse-decides to attack the X-men because, well, it will increase the rates and please the bosses. Longshot, the resident alien knows how to defeat the robot, but, Longshot lack words to explain the weakness of the foe. So, he turns to Rogue and asks. "Can you...?" the question is polite and Rogue would chuckle if the foe wasn´t a real danger.

However, when she did touch him...Her eyes widen and her mouth opens comically. "I can touch you..." she speaks mesmerized and in the end, thanks to Longshot´s lucky power and a bit of Colossus strength...the day is saved.

Rogue is not sure if she did something in that particular fight-she only recall this monumental moment- and when Northstar was passing by asking if she´s alright in his aloof and in the Canadian way if she was alright all Rogue offers is a big grin. "I can touch him..."

Northstar is gaze at her in a deadpan way. "Good for you, I guess...But I think you´ll have competition" Northstar now looks to the other side where Dazzler, Alisson Blaire, is talking in a chipper way with Longshot, and Rogue stops the grin.

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"Uhm...are you sure this is ok?" The voice of a younger woman breaks the silence of the car to look at the two women who are guiding this new adventure-Ororo Monroe did explain a few hours before in the Ice Cream shop about the X-men and how their missions are to protect humans and mutants and Jean Grey was there to promote the idea of co-existence with humans and as Kitty observed is not completely far fetched in some places- and her question did make the older women gaze at her. "I mean, I´m all up to be a heroine and all that, but, is everything ok with blue?" Kitty asked subtle looking at the driver who didn´t look to any one of the X-ladies.

Ororo simpers as she knew this would be an issue and her mind is drifting to the few blue residents in the mansion, Jean, on the other hand, doesn´t need to read her friend´s mind to know who she´s thinking and what she´ll say right now.

"I didn´t tell you this before...but, we have one very famous blue mutant and trust me, no one has a problem with him" Ororo promised and Jean looks to the other side and mentally adds. 

Ororo...you don´t know the curse of knowing what people are thinking and that´s a blessing.

"Wait...No one makes a big deal about him being blue?"

"Nope, and he´s very popular"

Jean would like to inwardly add Kurt´s popularity may not be the best fame an 18 years old woman needs to know, but, then again...Kitty's only interaction with azzure people is her father and one evil alien who wanted to kill people in Chicago. 

Maybe, Kurt is the best option here...

Ororo can´t read minds, yet, when it is about Jean Grey she truly doesn´t need as she looks at her exasperated for a moment and Jean changes the topic of the conversation before Ororo lecture her again about Kurt´s past and not being too judgmental.

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Dazzler is over the moon and it shows on her body language and even on her voice- right now, she´s making something in the kitchen and is more energetic than normal- and it attracts attention from Betsy Braddock and Kurt Wagner. The British woman claps her hands and can´t help herself. "Oh, someone is happy...good news or really good news?" Betsy asked as Dazzler aka Alisson Blaire give her attention.

Kurt will never say this to anyone-for obvious reasons that his denial shield can´t let him forget- but Alisson´s hair looks a lot like Amanda´s and is soothing as it is painful to see. Stop, Kurt...is just hair and they´re two different people altogether.

"Oh, someone is coming here. Remember one of those girls I was mentioning another day? She had a great voice and is a mutant just like me....anyway, she is coming here and we´ll get a new mutant" now Dazzler looks at Kurt with a mock stern face. "Kurt, I expect you to be nice to my friend. 

Kurt flashes a smile and is charming as always. "If is a friend of Dazzler...then she must be a lovely person and a great addition to the X-men"  and Kurt tries to imagine how this person will be. 

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Kitty Pryde finally enters on the mansion-baby steps as she hates to admit she´s nervous but she can´t lie very well- and inside meet many people. A Russian man named Piotr and his cute little sister, Cyclops aka Scott Summers and one face she already knew. "Dazzler!" she exclaims in her joyful way. And Dazzler responds by saying Kitty´s moniker in the same way. "Shadowcat" and a hug happens.

"Welcome to the X-men, Kitty, hope you can survive the experience" and Dazzler laugh and Kitty inwardly hopes this is a joke- she looks around to see if is a joke, but no one is confirming or denying anything- oh...what hell I get myself into? She thought slightly panicking. 

The next one to introduce herself was Elisabeth Braddock-a, proper British lady if Kitty ever saw one- wearing purple and pink and makes no mention of Kitty´s tone of the skin.

And finally, her doe eyes meet one person in the high section of the staircase who is petrified, yet, he´s blue like her. Indigo and Baby Blue are still blue in the end.

"Hi" Kitty begins with stars in her eyes, and at the same time, caution. She won´t come to him-the alien lady did make Kitty went to her...she almost lost her life that day- "Are you Nightcrawler?"

And Kurt nods using his words as Ororo and Jean are frowning at him and Jean is putting her hands on her waist- and Kurt notices how the others are slowly drifting away from Jean and Ororo, even Scott Summers who is married to Jean- and Kurt clears his throat as he looks at the azzure man.

"Hello, nice to meet you" Kurt replied bowing imperceptibly at Kitty and offering to kiss her hand-her hand is so soft and smooth. Raven´s hands are cold, but, then again...Kurt suspects cold blood is what her frozen heart pumps-"What´s your name, fair madchen?"

Kitty blinks and makes one question. "My name or my moniker? If is the later my name is Shadowcat" and Kurt recalls how Mystique always introduces herself as Mystique. And Kurt spends the rest of the day peering at Kitty Pryde-is her name as she later told him once she got his stare and Kurt was forced to ask for her real name- and he is deeply confused.

She´s blue.

She´s beautiful.

She´s...not Mystique.

Kurt deviates his thoughts and attention from Kitty Pryde to focus on his sister-not that sister, never that person...and his mind prefers to think about Blue Kitty than that person again- who is looking at Longshot talking to Dazzler about something. She sighs dreamily.

"Rogue?" Kurt asked in concern. Did Longshot hurt her? Rogue looks at her brother-not that brother, she disowned Fabian Cortes from her life just like he did with her- and doesn´t even register in her mind to lie to Kurt.

"I think I´m in love with Longshot..." He can touch me

"Oh...well, in that case, why stay here sighing and suffering? You´re Rogue..." Kurt said that forgetting about her powers but she flashes a nice smile at him.

"You´re right...I'll not suffer. Kurt...I can touch him" she giggles excitedly as this is a present from Christmas and off she goes to get Longshot´s attention. Meanwhile, Kurt is back to the Blue Kitty.

She´s blue...not like me...and not like HER?

#blue kitty au #kitty pryde #Kitty is Kymri here #kurt wagner #kurt is a tsu tsu #kurtty yet

[zibizuba]

30 Celebrities Who Have Even Hotter Siblings

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  It’s type of a given that almost all well-known persons are scorching, however it nonetheless comes as a shock every time we see celebrities with scorching siblings. Usually instances, the truth is, the celeb siblings are even hotter than the Hollywood celebs themselves! Typically all it takes is a special nostril or a special hair colour to provide siblings of well-known those that further increase wanted to make her or him rise above their celeb brother or sister. (In Audrina Patridge’s sister’s case, all it takes is a pair of eyes which aren’t wanting up on the ceiling on a regular basis.)

It’s at all times enjoyable to search for similarities between celeb siblings. Simply wait until you see Emma Watson and her brother: they virtually seem like the identical particular person! It’s freaky! Additionally, who knew the Olsen Twins had a scorching sister that they’ve been hiding away from us for the longest time?! Yep. Elizabeth Olsen is simply as proficient, and much more engaging, than her arguably extra well-known older celeb siblings. She smiles extra, too.

The Olsen Twins and Their Sister Elizabeth

Elizabeth (heart) is the most popular of the Olsen siblings, arms down. She’s taller, she doesn’t have issues with smiling, and she or he has manner higher vogue sense.

Prince William and Prince Harry

William could be the one who has settled down with a pleasant gal, and is, you understand, The Boy Who Will Be King, however he’s by no means going to be as scorching (or have as nice a hairline) as his youthful brother Harry.

Maggie Gyllenhaal and Her Brother Jake

Maggie is likely to be proficient and all, however she will be able to’t maintain a candle to her smoking scorching brother Jake, who has received over numerous women and men along with his roles in films like Brokeback Mountain and Nightcrawler.

Nikki Reed and Her Brother Nathan

Twilight star Nikki Reed’s brother Nathan (proper) may not have probably the most purple scorching profession (he’s an accountant), however he’s positively not missing within the appears division. Try that successful smile… don’t you want you could possibly rent him for some one-on-one consulting?

Dakota Johnson And Her Sister Stella

Dakota Johnson’s little sister Stella is definitely her half sister. She is the daughter of Johnson’s mom Melanie Griffith and actor Antonio Banderas. Each are beauties – identical to their mother.

Harry Styles And His Sister Gemma

Gemma might have gotten the Kinds attractiveness, however she is simply as motivated as her little brother. She’s a vogue author for a number of magazines and works as a stylist.

Kate Hudson and Her Brother Oliver

Can anybody within the Hudson household go unsuitable? It appears like Oliver Hudson acquired the identical nice locks and appears as his little sis Kate. And simply attempt to NOT get misplaced in these eyes! They could be droopy, however they’re positively fairly.

Karlie Kloss and Her Sister Kimberly

Karlie Kloss is likely to be a mannequin, however she isn’t the one looker within the household! Kloss has two sisters, twins Kimberly and Kariann. Karlie (proper) confirmed off her household’s good genes when she arrived on the Paper Cities premiere with Kimberly (left) in tow.

Supply: People

Audrina Patridge and Her Sister Casey

Casey Patridge (proper), the youthful sister of The  Hills star Audrina Patridge (left), advantages from not having as unhealthy a case of “ceiling eyes.”

Penélope Cruz and Her Sister Monica

With a cuter nostril than her massive sis Penelope, Monica Cruz (left) is at the moment clocking in as the warmer of the 2 siblings. (Simply don’t inform that to Penelope’s character in Vicki Cristina Barcelona. She would possibly shoot you.)

Liv Tyler and Her Sister Chelsea

Steven Tyler’s face seemed okay on his daughter Liv (left), however it appears even higher on his youthful daughter Chelsea (proper).

The Kirke Sisters

Jemima, Lola, and Domino.

Dakota Fanning and Her Sister Elle

Maleficent star Elle Fanning (left) is taller and fewer creepy-looking than her older sister Dakota (proper), so we’ll give her the sting.

Chris Evans and His Brother Scott

Even Captain America can’t at all times be the most popular man within the room. Scott Evans will not be as well-known as his older brother Chris, however he’s positively simply as scorching. He might even be hotter: Simply strive taking a look at that beard with out fanning your self.

Nicholas Hoult And His Sister Rosanna

X-Males star Nicholas Hoult is thought for his attractiveness – and his sister Rosanna is simply nearly as good wanting. The 2 and their different sister Clarista are all very shut.

Josh Hutcherson And His Brother Connor

Josh Hutcherson’s little brother Connor (left) is simply as cute as his older brother, and has an intensive social media presence.

Shawn Ashmore And His Brother Aaron

What’s higher than one Ashmore? Two! Shawn Ashmore’s brother Aaron (left) is his twin, and can be an actor.

Gisele Bündchen and Her Sister Patricia

Gisele’s youthful siblings don’t precisely measure as much as her within the top division, however they certain are killing it within the appears division. Patricia (proper) has the “woman subsequent door” factor all the way down to a T.

Kaley Cuoco And Her Sister Briana

Briana Cuoco is the brunette model of her well-known sister, Kaley.

Blake Lively and Her Brother Eric

Eric Vigorous has the identical stunning child blues as his youthful sister Blake, however he’s in some way making ’em work even more durable. He sadly doesn’t have the identical golden blonde hair as Blake, however we’ll forgive him.

Scarlett Johansson and Her Brother Hunter

We’re going to name this one a tie. Scarlett Johansson’s actor twin brother Hunter has acquired it occurring, however it could be blasphemy to say that he (or anybody) is hotter than Scarlett.

Zoe Saldana and Her Sister Cisely

Bizarre title, however scorching bod. Cisely Saldana (left), i.e., Zoe’s youthful sister, has chosen to maintain her attractivenessbehind the scenes as a producer on tasks just like the Zoe-starring Rosemary’s Child.

Taylor Swift and Her Brother Austin

Tsiwft’s youthful bro Austin leaves little to be desired, however don’t inform anybody we stated that. (He’s solely 23!)

Justin Theroux and His Brother Sebastian

Did Jennifer Aniston select the unsuitable Theroux bro? Simply strive taking a look at Justin’s youthful brother Sebastian (proper) with out fainting. He could also be too younger for Jen (he’s 17 years youthful than Justin), however at the very least he nonetheless has his hairline in tact.

Sofía Vergara and Her Sister Sandra

Sofia Vergara is by far probably the most profitable actor in her household, however her sister Sandra (proper) could be the most tasty. Her sultry, femme fatale look stands in stark distinction to Sofia’s vibrant and cheery TV star charisma.

AnnaLynne McCord and Her Sister Angel

9021-oh no! Appears like former 90210 star AnnaLynne McCord (left) has a little bit little bit of competitors within the type of her attractive sister, Angel (proper).

Emma Watson and Her Brother Alex

Magnificence takes a human kind in Alex Watson, Emma Watson’s youthful brother. Rumor has it that Alex is an adopted little one and never even associated to Emma, which is loopy as a result of they give the impression of being nearly precisely alike. (Aside from the truth that Alex is a tad prettier.)

Vanessa Hudgens

These sister lookalikes are each actresses residing in Los Angeles.

Adam Levine and His Brother Michael

It’s onerous for anybody to be hotter than Adam Levine, however we’ll give his brother Michael the sting. In any case, Adam’s at all times hogging the highlight and it’s time that Michael will get a little bit credit score, too.

Robert Pattinson and His Sister Lizzy

Are you able to think about what it could be prefer to be the sibling of Robert Pattinson? Nicely, it might probably’t be onerous once you seem like his sister Lizzy. Personally, we predict she’s hotter.

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"Our Elf"

A Parody of "Gaston" Music by: Alan Menken Original Lyrics by: Howard Ashman Parody Lyrics by: Anna Kjartansdottir @icelandicandamess & Casper Andrews @veggiesaurusrex-grrr ICEMAN Gosh it disturbs me to see you, fuzz ball, looking so down in the dumps Everyone here loves to see you, Wagner Even though bamfs are cute chumps There's no man in school as beloved as you, the institute's favorite guy Everyone's awed and inspired by you And it's not very hard to see why No one's kind like our elf No one's fine like our elf No one loves entertaining his friends like our elf For there's no man upstate half as silly Perfect, a pure paragon You can ask any Scott, Rogue or Kitty And they'll say who's shoulder they'll always lean on X-MEN No one's fit as our elf sharper wit than our elf WOLVERINE And everyone knows when to quit 'cept our elf NIGHTCRAWLER I'm fully aware I'm exasperating X-MEN My, what a guy, fuzz ball!!!! ICEMAN Give five hurrahs, give 12 hip-hips! Kurt Wagner's the best and the rest are all- NIGHTCRAWLER (spoken) God's beloved children! ... X-MEN No one fights like our elf, Or wears tights like our elf Nobody can light up our lives like our elf For there's no one who's as full of raw talent NIGHTCRAWLER Well I did spend some years training hard ICEMAN Not a bit of him is scraggly or scrawny NIGHTCRAWLER Not true ROGUE (unamused) Is letting us love you through singing too hard X-MEN No one loves like our elf Or forgives like our elf No one has a soul quite as saintly as our elf NIGHTCRAWLER I'm just living as my God commanded X-MEN Kurt Wagner, great job! NIGHTCRAWLER (increasingly sheepish) When I was a lad I was all on my own With no one to turn to but God And now that I'm grown I am never alone Though I see no reason to applaud WOLVERINE Oh, shut up X-MEN My, what a guy, our elf! WOLVERINE It's a rare thing you do, Kurt, most Christians outgrew Following the laws regarding love that you do NIGHTCRAWLER (embarrassed, attempting to derail) ...I use crosses in all of my decorating... X-MEN My, what a guy, our Elf!

#nightcrawler #Marvel #x-men #rogue #iceman #wolverine #Disney #Gaston #parody #beauty and the beast #lyrics #text post #positivity #chicks dig the fuzzy dude

[skittering-roach]

(Also for the DC asks) 1-4, 7

1. “Duet” from the Flash or “Mayheim of the Music Meister” from Batman the Brave and the Bold?

Man, as sweet as the Duet was, I would have to say Mayheim, it was so much more fun and the songs were so catchy, and I didn’t have to put up with that terrible version of Mon-el. But in the Duets favor, that last song where Barry sings to Iris is still perfect and so is the song between Kara and Barry!

2. Do you like the arrowverse? If so what’s your favorite show?

IIIIII...uhhhhh, I mean, I do but I’m also very behind on the actual Arrow show and have no idea how that's going, and I’m very close to quitting Supergirl if next season doesn’t improve (loved the first season but it just nose dived into the toilet on the second season, mostly because of that horrible Kara/Mon-el pairing that they just wouldn’t let you ignore). But I still really like the Flash (though it’s far from being without faults) and it’s probably my favorite, but I also think Legends is a lot of fun and it definitely comes in second. 

3. First comic read? 

I have no idea! It’s been way too long and my memory is terrible. Probably an X-Men book though. Very Possibly something Nightcrawler centric, since he was the first comic character I really fell head over heels for. Unless we’re talking outside of the superhero genre, because I use to read tons of my Dad’s old Archie verse comics and Mad Magazines when I was little.  

4. What introduced you to the DC universe? Was it a show, comic or movie?

DC Universe proper and not just Batman? (Because if it’s just Batman, the movie with Catwoman was the first one that drew my attention to DC comics in general.) Probably the Justice League cartoon, but I didn’t really start paying close attention until I picked up Young Justice and then Impulse comics. 

7. Favorite non-cannon ship? 

Ahh god! I don’t know. Aside from Booster/Ted (which is canon as far as I’m concerned), I don’t really have any none canon ships I’m that invested in, unless I’ve roleplayed them. I mean I like a lot of them but I don’t know if I actually have a favorite. Maybe Thad/Brainy because I really loved RPing that but it makes no sense cannon wise. 

Lately, I’ve been thinking about Bart/Kon a lot, but that’s mostly because I’m slightly bitter that Tim/Kon always seems to shove Bart out of their friendship in nearly every fan work I see with it. And back when Bart/Kon was more popular in the fandom, it was really cute and Tim has never shoved away into a corner. Plus, there was actually a bit of canon suggesting Kon might have legitimately had some ‘not so hetero feeling’ for Bart in the latter issues of his own run. 

It’s not a favorite exactly, and I hadn’t actually thought about it in years, because I hardly ever see it anymore, but something made me remember a few weeks back and I’ve been stewing in mild bitterness every time it comes back to mind. 

#meme #be quiet roach #duke-nitro