#themckaytriarchy

[chiropterx]

Foiled again! Man-Bat chitters angrily as he backs away from the window, accepting defeat for now before flapping off into the night. The threat of the broom can only keep him at bay for so long however - he'll be back for another go to find the thing he knows is in there!

#;; dashboard commentary #themckaytriarchy #LET HIM IN!!!! #I'm screaming bc I completely forgot I sent you that #Tess's saga against villains constantly invading/destroying her apartment has quickly become one of my favourite things #I feel so bad because Tess doesn't deserve this BS #But it's so damn funny all the same #You bet Man-Bat is scared of her but his wants override his fears as is the case with stupid animals and people :') #LET. HIM. IN!!!!

[positivelybeastly]

"Morning, Hank."

Tess plops down beside him at the breakfast table, taking a sip of hot coffee from her Rebel Minotaur mug. (The 'Bad Dragon' of the past!) "Thanks for the cup."

"Indubitably! Good morning, Tess."

Without even looking up from his newspaper (splayed open to the arts coverage, naturally, with a small article about up and coming artist Carly Crocker being the current focus of Hank's interest), the blue furred Beast clinks matching mugs with Tess and smiles. Oasis' Stand By Me strums along on the radio.

(Morph looks like they want to say something about the mugs, but. Do they dare revealing they know? What if Hank and Tess don't realise what Rebel Minotaur is all about? What if they just found the mugs and they don't know? Best not to risk it.)

"Oh, and don't forget, you need to pick up Jubilation's birthday gift today. You did ask me to remind you, after all."

#themckaytriarchy #verse: hated and feared

[thissquirrelgirl]

Outfit they wore when they were eight

☯ - Outfit They Wore When They Were 8

@themckaytriarchy

Doreen was the stereotypical tomboy. Scrapes and bruises were her accessories (and maybe an extra scrunchie on her wrist just in case she lost one of the ones holding up her pigtails).

Overalls were easier for her to wear as her mom could add a hole for her tail to the outfit easily without causing too much damage to the clothing, so she wore a lot of overalls.

Also, no shoes. She was that kind of wild child. <3

#squirrel girl #ask me anything #dialogue prompt #drawing #themckaytriarchy

[bothsidesofaquestion]

dash commentary

“You all flexing? What’s the occasion?”

#fatummortem #themckaytriarchy #::dash commentary #::ic commentary

[escapedartgeek]

@themckaytriarchy

"I got your letter you know.. I had been reading it over a few times, just to get a sense of what had been going on." Finally Zora had gotten the chance to catch up with Tess more personally. It had been a while since they had last seen her and they..missed hearing from her.

Is that what they were thinking? Yeah, that.. seemed to be along the lines of it. They were not going to dig into exactly why but hey. Familiar faces are familiar.

"How did you manage to get through all of that, if I might ask?" They are sipping on a drink - as they had managed to link up somewhere they could sit for a few minutes and didn't have too many annoying distractions. At least ones that could be easily put on the back-burner.

#ic #themckaytriarchy

[thefastestaround]

@themckaytriarchy (x)

Pietro put a table down in front of her with some of the recent gossip and goings-on on the island. A number of the recent ones pointing out that Pietro and Tess could be seen around each other. And most of the comments wondering when they're going to have sex.

There were, of course, a comment here and there complaining about Pietro on the island and about how he wasn't welcomed. Those usually made him come around more often.

Not that anyone could catch and stop him.

"I can run faster than the speed of light. It took me less than an instant to run across the whole island and find you." He didn't need to brag that much, but he needed people to know that he was indeed the fastest man on Earth.

"I can think of much better things to do that would annoy you. I have tables full of them." A slight smirk and a tilt of his head to play off her own dismissive looks, "And you would like it if I pulled your hair."

#themckaytriarchy #if you thought i was going to leave this alone

[maximummuses]

@themckaytriarchy (x)

Birds will fly, fish will swim, grass will grow, and Maps Mizoguchi will find herself wrapped up in some strange mystery which she insists on getting to the bottom of. Truly, an inspiration to all of the weirdness that comes with Gotham City. "I think it's a real actual werewolf but I don't know for certain. I had a silver thing somewhere but I can't find it anymore." Her organizational skills leave something to be desired, however.

"It's Gotham. Everything is risky. When my parents moved here when I was two their friends bought them gas masks just in case."

Which was actually more useful than not.

"Are you okay?"

#CITY LIFE CALLING ME #themckaytriarchy #||QUEUE||

[wintercosmickillsx]

@themckaytriarchy ;)

@themckaytriarchy asked:

Submission doesn't come easily to her, but when someone walks that razor thin line between respecting her dignity and taking their slow, sweet time in breaking her down-- G-d, when they pull it off-- He's doing something completely, infuriatingly mundane while she's down on the floor, naked and whining, ass hitched up high, cheek and tits against the floorboard, her arms pinned as Cable's TK field keeps her just how he wants her. Tess grinds her teeth together. "Ff--fuck you, Nate--" Her (very consensual) defiance turns into a low croon as the toy inside her sets back to work. Then--? A sneer of contempt as she tries--and fails--to raise her head to look at him. "You look me in the eyes when you--!" She pants, hips squirming as she fights to hold onto the sense of outrage making it all so damn hot. (Green light. Green light. Absolutely green light. She's going to fucking murder him when he lets her up.) She's dripping: between her thighs, sweat down her forehead, and just-- Being pleased. Taken. Relieved at being taken care of even as she batters her will against his own. "I'm going to fff--" Fucking murder him? Was that it? She moans his name, low and sweet.

Cable is sitting at the kitchen table, drinking hot chocolate, and doing a cross word puzzle. It would be a rather unassuming scene if not mere feet away was a woman writhing naked on the floor being driven mad by a vibrating sex toy. One he was controlling via his telekinesis, which was also the method of keeping Tess pinned down. All with consent of course.

He tries to smother a smirk on his face as he slowly sips his drink, eyes glued to the crossword as he works out the answers while Tess is driven to the brink. Hopefully to a full blown, mind numbing orgasm.

Her cursing, and yelling merely continue to amuse Cable, but it's also turning him on, achingly so. He doesn't dare look instead focusing on the crossword less his decides to join Tess on the floor. Cable ignores the growing tent in his pants as he scribbles another answer on the crossword. That can be satisfied later. Right now this is only for Tess.

(Close now are we?) He even makes sure she hears him chuckle in her head.

He can feel everything she's feeling while connecting telepathically. Finally he even starts to squirm in his seat, the crossword being temporarily forgotten.

(Come on baby, come for me)

Cable sets the toy to the highest intensity.

#themckaytriarchy #usfw #heeeheee

[shapeshyft]

Bind my blades in salt & silence.

The Living Island. Named, Honoured, Hosted, Infested, Damned, Burned, Salted, and Dead.

Across history, the perils of nations like Krakoa have been made public affairs. The stuff of gossip & legend. The Triangle. The Trench. Roanoke, so on, so forth. It was a given that whenever a people sequestered themselves away on fanciful places, far from the watchful eye of 'existence', horrid things would befall them with nary a way out.

It seemed almost destined to be thus, and in no way, shape or form was Krakoa immune from the ever-churning tides of destiny. Hence, two mutants grabbing all of their at-hand effects, slipping through a gate toward Madripoor and then vanishing into the crowds like smoke on a warm breeze.

If any of you are still alive to read this, no hard feelings. You should've listened. - M.

But that was then. Ages, a world tour, and a gorgeous chalet in the foothills of Ibiza with around-the-clock at home staffers to tend to Irene later, and a gate that had long since forgotten the aura of survival at all costs, was gifted the taste one more time.

❝ Look at that. Paradise in throes of Mass Resurrection... ❞ If ever there were reason to 'empathize' with human fear of Mutantkind, staring across a sea of grass littered with veritable corpses reacclimatizing to pulses was it.

---

❝ Dexter. ❞ Her voice reached the young mutant's ears after her presence did. She could already see the 'wheels behind his eyes' spinning as he took her in, trying to find some no-doubt complicated marker in his system of systems to save himself.

She'd no time to indulge, instead resting a hand under his chin and forcing him to abandon his process to accommodate her.

❝ I'm looking for some people, Dex. I know you know where they are. ❞

Non-verbal, he stammered and sweated. He swallowed and sucked air, but he did not speak. To speak would be to 'relay info' from the card, and he - and... and she - ? She. Was squeezing his cheeks a bit harder, opening his mouth by keeping his jaw from closing.

❝ A general location. Are they near the east coast? ❞ A light squeeze, the hint of a whine of discomfort eking past parted lips. ❝ The west coast? ❞ A similar sound, tears began to well behind too-tired eyes. She did not relent. ❝ Did they find a way to leave, or - Oh. Oh, they're in the queue, aren't they? ❞

And then, as if the floodgates were sapped? ❝ONE OF THEM IS. THE OTHER IS LEAVING THE RECOVERY SUITE, HAVING BEEN SUCCESSFULLY RETURNED TO LIFE! PLEASE, MISS MYSTIQUE, ICAN'T-❞

And finally? Release.

Dexter is let go, two small beads of red on his cheeks drawing down toward his bruised jaw as Mystique turned away and off toward the heart of the isle. Irene had been correct. As usual. They had fought to the very end, and as such were low on the queue. Good. She might have time to catch one alone before the other found time to tie their hips together again.

@themckaytriarchy

#themckaytriarchy #salt ba(by blue) verse tbt. #HERE YA thats caps #here ya go! #I canonized rolodex. i had the power and I executed #now why is she gunning for the gang? i don't know. I haven't the foggiest. but i'm sure i'll figure it out! #you don't gotta use any icons i just liked that one there of her staring out at the island #before getting ready to do some evil shit to it

[chiropterx]

Man-Bat's got some feelings about the unholy union between @red-hemlock and @themckaytriarchy uniting against him. :(

#;; dashboard commentary #red hemlock #themckaytriarchy #I don't know what's happening here but I am loving it #He's flapped around and found out #River and Tess are DONE with his batshit #Low quality meme coming through sorry #Still snotty but now I'm crying of laughter bless you girls

[masquenoire]

MEANT TO BE

Type Bingo || Accepting!

"Meant to be? Then what's this I see?" Roman growled, jabbing an angry finger at the space where Likes his dogs wasn't ticked. Angrily did he snatch the paper up into his hands, crumpling it between his fist which he shook animatedly at Tess. "Look, I can handle a shitty attitude and whatever Eldritch bullshit you're hiding under your skirt. I like a strong woman, the sort with the kind of thighs that can crush a watermelon like they're craving to do to a man's skull but this? No grazie!" Pity. The freaky ones were always good in bed but that - that was too much even for him.

#themckaytriarchy #memes ;; bingo type #This was funnier in my head when I imagined it and now I cringe when it's written :( #Jewish? Nice. Smoking hot? Great! Violent on occasion? Hot. Eldritch mutant? Sure why not. Doesn't like his dogs? Hell NAW.

[positivelybeastly]

send me ☞ + a character to see how i would portray them. + Sawfist

This was the moment. This was the moment that Saw Fist had waited his entire life for - a life wasted, spent coasting by without any real direction, without agency, without a chance to do something for himself.

A life defined by his father, the Wolverine, who he had never even had the chance to know, the deadbeat having hit it and quit it long before he was born - well, no more! No longer was Saw Fist going to be defined by his genetics! No longer was he going to be defined solely by his body! No longer was he - !

"Pass me your arm, Saw Fist."

A clinical blue hand reached out, expectantly, and the half-Mexican, half-Canadian mutant blinked.

". . . Qué?"

An annoyed look.

"Your arm, meathead. You don't think I brought you along for any other reason, do you?"

Saw Fist deflated.

And handed over his arm.

Maybe next time.

#themckaytriarchy #character portrayal meme #It's a hard life for Saw Fist. #verse: each of us is a nest of lies

[thissquirrelgirl]

@themckaytriarchy

A continuation/official thread of this prompt.

Doreen gazed down at the shower drain as a mixture of pinkish water and suds swirled at her feet and were swept away.... down to the sewers. Down to where it had all happened.

Tess's apartment had been close from the manhole she had crawled out of -- Doreen knew better than to walk several blocks covered head to tail in blood, even if it was late at night.

She needed to remember to reimburse Tess for the insane amount of shampoo that she had to used to clean said tail -- which had been caked on as it congealed. It had taken so much combing and scrubbing to get it to look brown again.

Doreen noticed that her fingers were starting to prune -- how long had she been in the shower?

With a heavy sigh, she stopped the refreshing flood of water and opened the shower curtain. Tess had left her a couple of towels and some lounge clothes for her to change into, something which she was extremely grateful for.

She wiped at the the fogged bathroom mirror, which only served to reflect the shock still imbedded in her features.

What was -- No, she wished she could ask that question, but she had the haunting feeling that she already knew what...or the many people whom it had been.

How had it started? Were there more of them? What should she do now?

She could hear Tess moving around in the hallway, probably making sure Doreen hadn't decided to take up residency in her bathroom.

She was probably worried.

"I'll be out in a minute!" she called out, her voice sounding far away in her own ears.

#cw blood #squirrel girl #themckaytriarchy #Squirrel Girl's First Hero Trauma #cw trauma #let's get dark

[psyknife]

@themckaytriarchy: ❛ alright, fuck this. i'm getting a drink. ❜

“Grab me one too, please.” Kwannon draped her arms across the back of the chair and rested her head on them. Waiting around for the others had grown weary. An hour late. She definitely had better things to do with her time. “Nothing with alcohol, though.”

#themckaytriarchy

[defyxoblivion]

"That your mom's belt?" [Raze]

@themckaytriarchy

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you. Can you take five minutes to stop gargling Namor's cock and repeat that for me, you dumb bitch?"

#themckaytriarchy #tw sexism #answers

[silverjetsystm]

continued with @themckaytriarchy from x

"Good," Mr. Knight said, in a way that he knew she saw everything but they were moving past him getting knocked around by a deceptively scrawny guy. He squints in her direction, watching her manipulate her larger, claw-like hand (or was it a hand-like claw at this point) with suspicion. Being disemboweled by a symbiote years ago gave him a healthy caution towards anything similar. Could go either way; he did help Brock's son and current Venom a little earlier this year. Sensing she's engrossed with whatever she was doing, he tucks the retracted truncheons into their holsters under his jacket.

"I saw. I have no issue with Self-Defense. It would be ungentlemanly of me to not intervene in my territory." Dancing the line between possessiveness (his place) and politeness (new face, handling herself). "They should've known better than to cause trouble in this neighborhood."

He adjusts his tie and retrieves a set-aside satchel now that the guys are in various stages of groaning and KO, bruised and bleeding. "Which reminds me." Quality white spray paint is rattled and he regards her as she regards him while her oversized limb changes. The white suit is unblemished, picking up what little light there is of the moon and glowing with the buzzing streetlights. Beneath it contained fresh bruises and aches.

Ah. Mutant. Trained in her power. The last strands of suspicion is laid to rest. "I believe you. Don't worry. No harm done except to those who truly deserved it." If they want to come after her, they'd have to deal with him first. Those in need and those who didn't who passed through this area were protected by the Midnight Mission. All were travelers under the light of the moon.

Stepping on one of the hands on his way to the wall, he fires the paint in an arc. Crescent moons are simple enough, soon matching the moon on his mask, the ones painted on the Mission's glass windows a block over. He spends a minute examining the work, then turns back towards her. "My name is Mr. Knight. And you are?"

#themckaytriarchy #v: welcome to the midnight mission | 616 #mr k | glib guy in white #//'i respect women's rights to kick ass' #//'who knows' #//'they may think i'm ripping up faces again. it's fine'