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Can we all agree that Kurt is the most precious boy?

How did such a good apple fall from so rotten a tree?

#kurt #darkholme family

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Oh give us a Mystique reveal already

#x-men 97 #so many clues

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DARKHOLME SIBLINGS MOMENT😭 THIS IS MY BRAND😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

#darkholme family #rogue #kurt #<3 <3

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'Valerie Cooper' by Dan Veesenmeyer

#mystique #valerie cooper #art #x-men 97

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#gambit #covers

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#art #ai #too good not to post

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Mystique by Ronan Vieira

#mystique #art

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They seek her here, they seek her there, those X-Men seek her everywhere, is she a friend or is she a foe? That's only for her to know.

A Mystique poem based on a line from The Scarlet Pimpernel adapted by me.

#mystique #poetry #x-men

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A new art piece inspired by my love of all things X-Men! I grew up reading the 90’s X-books by Claremont, Lee, Madureira, Kubert and many, many other fantastic artists and writers. It would be very true to say those influences are deep inside my artistic DNA. I’m also loving the new X-Men 97 tv series and looking forward to which classic characters appear next!

#art #wolverine #magneto

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A family doesn't need to ba a husband a wife and two kids, sometimes it's a lesbian terrorist couple, a flying brick from Mississippi, a Catholic German and a Cajun thief. And I think that's beautiful

#darkholme family

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Homo Superior - an X-men themed drag show and queer party, with art by Kevin Wada

“We went for 80s glam fashion for Destiny, Mystique, and Nightcrawler. You know I can't resist mixing style and superheroes...”

#darkholme family #art #kurt #destiny

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Mystique by Mark Eastwood

#art

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Mystique by Fred Ian

#mystique #art

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Secret origin >:3

#x-men 97 #rogue #avalanche #magneto

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Cyclops was angry and in that moment it was wisest to make no further provocation, eyeing him impassively until he finally saw fit to release her as she'd expected he would. She could almost see the wheels turning behind his eyes, calculating whether he could get away with harming her as he so obviously wanted to do, the lack of his visor making it that bit easier to read and anticipate his intentions.

"If I wanted to fuck you then I'd be doing that right now without you being any the wiser." She smirked, pushing away from the wall and sauntering with fluid grace over toward the cheap MDF desk on one side of the room. "Muir Island." She commented, her hand drifting behind her back for a moment where Scott couldn't see, a faint slither of shifting skin and she was holding a set of photographs which she placed on the chipped surface for him to look at.

They were satellite pictures, their resolution so sharp they had captured details as small as 10 centimetres, clearly military in origin but without any watermarks to identify their origin. There were ten photos, each one with a different date stamp and the locations of sentries circled, the main compound surrounded by a security fence on a corner of the island closest to the mainland.

A single-carriageway road leading to a dock in what had once been a small fishing village on the island's edge. Dotted around the island were various thin pencil shapes, telltale surveillance camera mounts and on top of one building near a helicopter pad was a medium sized radar. Impressive security by anyone's standards, although plainly the facility's owners had built it in such a remote spot based on the vain hope that it would remain secret.

"I believe this presents our best chance of access." She tapped a scaly finger against a set of cliffs on the opposite side of the island to the main landing dock, an area with visibly fewer security cameras. "But getting in won't be the hard part."

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Even before she revealed her deception she knew that violence would likely ensue at that moment. Therefore, entirely expecting his reaction she made no move to resist as he slammed her into the wall, not so much as flexing a muscle as his elbow pressed against his throat. It was a violent side that she’d not seen in him before and she enjoyed it, her tongue slithering across her lips, yellow eyes glowing slightly brighter as she met his gaze unblinkingly, a quick realignment to the inside of her throat rendering his pressure irrelevant.

“I’ve already given it to you.” She smiled, perfect white teeth shining from between blue lips curved in amusement. “You should be more careful when strangers offer you things.” He wouldn’t miss the implication that she could quite easily poison him again should she so wish it, indeed could do so with a mere touch of her skin against his, although that was not something that she felt any need for him to know. Instead her gaze flicked down to his arm, raising a scaly eyebrow as she met his eyes again.

“If you’ve finished?”

Rather than stoop to threats to compel him to release her she raised her thigh, sliding it up against his suggestively, yellow eyes gleaming as her knee brushed up against the rapidly shrinking bulge between his legs. She could beat him into a pulp, he could potentially use those eye beams to inflict damage it would take a lot of time for her to heal from, a stalemate and one which it would be foolish to attempt to break with force. Summers was many things and as she (reluctantly) had to admit he was no fool, a blinkered idealist perhaps, but even they sometimes had their uses.

#rp #slimscooter

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His correction draw an amused throaty chuckle from her, fingers caressing his fur with a skill that few could match, watching him with her head slightly cocked as she listens to him give voice to his inhibitions. It's nothing she doesn't expect, although the claw to her jugular is a pleasant surprise, the lack of actual violence is entirely expected.

"Oh Hank, now you're speaking my language." She purred, delighted by the threat, that deep bass rumble reminding her of Victor in his more primal moments, the memory of which has her licking her lips suggestively. "I have no interest in mocking you, I was merely interested in experiencing new pleasures." Her hand presses even harder and her voice drops, into a thoroughly sultry register. "A night with no strings."

As she speaks her clothing simply melts away and she turns and walks toward his sleeping quarters, hips swinging, hormones hanging in the air, seemingly his choice to make as to whether to follow her or not...

There's no comment Mystique makes in reply to his assumption about his school days, only giving him a look that says 'you know best'. She's planted the seed, now she can leave it to him to water it with uncertainty until it grows into a poisonous little fruit of doubt.

"All pheromones? You underestimate me Hank." She laughs, amused at the goading, "I merely thought you better equipped to appreciate them." She would continue, but the powerful flush that hits her is a surprise. Of course she had known of the talent, mentioned in the files that bald fool kept and she stolen long ago, but actually experiencing it is another matter.

Potent and bold, a worthy play, so she rewards him for his effort with a powerful flush of feminine arousal and even a little 'involuntary' gasp of surprise, the glow of her eyes intensifying slightly, shifting her stance as if reacting to the effects of his musk. In reality she's already adapted to it, adjusting her cells back to their prior state with a mere thought, although she continues to inhale, taking in more of the chemicals so that she can break down the proteins later inside herself, work out how she can replicate them.

As he speaks she's moving forward once again, hips swaying, her hand reaching out to press against his belly, gently caressing, ignoring entirely the insults her throws her way.

"I think it's the dirty little thought you have when you're alone at night with nothing but your hand for company. I think you can likely count on that same hand how many times you've been able to truly enjoy another woman without having to worry about splitting her in two." She leans in closer, her voice dropping into an almost feline purr as she continues.

"I don't break, in fact I'm sure a brilliant mind like yours knows there are things I can do which no other woman can." Her hand drifts lower, slipping through blue fur toward his waistband, bold and sensual.

#rp #positivelybeastly

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"Give me that umbrella lady!"

It's kind of a part of her.

#mystique #x-men tas #sinister #powers #monster forms #Youtube