#wyslyyzr

[sebastianshaw]

“i'm not eating bacon grease.”

"You're not eating it, it's melted into the broth," Shaw explained, "It's not something you taste in terms of flavor on its own, it's more that it elevates the flavors already within the dish, and richens---wait." Shaw tried to remember what the issue with Erik's diet was. There was something. Diabetic? Vegan? Haha, god no, not that. No it was--- "Erik, you fool, bacon doesn't have gluten in it." @wyslyyzr

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[exsovietspy]

@wyslyyzr​ liked for a starter. 

“Well, this is unexpected. To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

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[psyknife]

@wyslyyzr​: x

It was bad enough that Kwannon was struggling with her own tongue, so it wasn’t helping to hear a foreign language she had no way for her mind to translate. She bit back a retort; if it was important information, he likely already translated it for her. “It was not their lack of faith in you that resulted in failure. Of that, I’m sure.” Kwannon looked around at those who’d gathered to try and reassemble the little they had left to put back together what they once had. It was admirable, after such a loss. It was the main reason she’d sought him out to provide any assistance she could. If she could. “A better question would be what are your expectations for yourself?”

#wyslyyzr #I'm so sorry it took so long to respond to this #tumblr absolutely did not notify me of this #and don't worry about it #I looked some of the phrase to get a general sense of what #erik was saying #kwannon is just... in a bitey mood when it comes to foreign languages at the moment

[brutlist-archive]

     "     𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 .    “

@wyslyyzr​ // one - liner

#wyslyyzr #wyslyyzr . 001 #bonk

[pyreshegone]

‘ that’s why i’m here, isn’t it? ‘

little hands fidget nervously with the hem of her sweater and she doesn’t look away from the glittering surface of the lake or the target she’s supposed to be focusing on. it’s not fair of her to ask what she does, but she can’t help it. “ promise me it won’t all go to shit. ” she finally looks up at him, eyes wide and doing a poor job of concealing her abject terror at the prospect of using her powers intentionally. “ don’t let me hurt anyone, okay? ”

mcu starters

#wyslyyzr

[westchstr]

“ you  don’t  believe  it  possible,  then? ”  comes  the  question,  head  tilted  to  the  side  as  blue  eyes  carefully  examine  the  man  before  him.  he  stares  a  moment  longer  than  he  ought  to  before  gaze  flickers  back  to  the  chess  board  in  front  of  them,  making  a  move  as  if  it  doesn’t  require  much  thought.  “ for  peaceful  cohabitation?  label  me  an  optimist  if  you’d  like,  but  i  believe  there’s  a  chance  for  things  to  change  for  the  better. ”  perhaps  charles  is  nothing  more  than  an  optimist  -  though,  he  supposes  it’s  better  than  being  pessimistic  about  it  all.  their  life  experience  differs  greatly,  to  be  sure,  but  charles  still  sees  the  best  in  everyone.  if  he  holds  no  faith  in  the  ability  for  change,  then  what  has  all  of  his  work  been  for?  “ not  everyone  is  as  heartless  as  you  think,  erik. ”

@wyslyyzr​ - I FINALLY WROTE THE THING.

#wyslyyzr #you are not alone / threads.

[quickslver]

@wyslyyzr​  /   ❛ i give you whatever you need and you can’t even give me a minute? ❜

       what is it that they say? don’t bite the hand that feeds you? but, the details change. the hand feeds you but they do not discuss what is being fed. at first it is a poison. slowly offered until it’s too late to realize exactly what it is. it puts a hatred inside of you and it feels like you are the only one to see the truth. that’s what makes it worse. you are given a home, you are given a chance, you are told of your legacy and you don’t want it.  “ no. ”  he answers and there’s something spiteful there.  “ it’s not that i can’t, father. it’s that i won’t. ”

“ that is the difference here. ”  he sneers after speaking. he cannot help it -- it’s as if the bitter feeling becomes it’s own entity.  “ you think you have earned my time? because you have done your duty as an absent father? the minimum does not mean you are forgiven for your transgressions. ”  they push and they pull when they are together. it’s quite exhausting but, that never really stops pietro.  “ perhaps, when you decide that your family is truly what should be your first priority, i will give you that minute. ”  ah. there it is. the source of bitterness.  “ you make me ashamed to be your son. ” 

#wyslyyzr #answered * #(:

[regeneratingdegenerate]

@wyslyyzr liked this post & might want to just chop him to bits already.

“Are you sure that I’m not technically a mutant? ‘Cause I know I’ve been told ‘no’ repeatedly but, I mean, I’ve been on mutant teams and guest starred in X-Books before. My kid, she’s a mutant, so that counts for somethin’, right? I’m a sucker for the found family trope, if I could just adopt you as my grandpa and be part of the line-up I think it would really help validate me on an emotional level.”

#wyslyyzr #Call Him The Regeneratin' Degenerate (MAIN)

[starlegacy]

@wyslyyzr​  /   ❛ i’d rather drop dead. ❜

         TO THAT SHE must give a bit of a chuckle. it’s lighthearted, barely makes it past a breath. the dramatics of it all, it’s quite telling.   “  and people wonder where your  son  gets it from.  ”   she knows exactly what she has implied and does not fear the response it may garner. she knows that it won’t be as harsh as most usually think it to be. erik is a firm man. will bring the fist down if it is needed. a part of her respects that but where respect sits -- fear withers.   “  tell me, magneto, what could a poor woman like me do to convince you otherwise.  ”   her charm sits with a smile on her face, she leans forward where she sits, she resting on the hand she’s perched against the table.   “  no SHIELD business. this is merely a personal favor.  ”

#wyslyyzr #` and i will be nimble and i will be quick. | 616. #answered * #hey spoiler i...... do not know what she's asking for #but here we are

[xmarksthescott]

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS @wyslyyzr​​ sent: ❝ are you trying to recruit me ? ❞

❛  recruit you? no. i think i know you well enough by now to know that you don’t do anything you don’t already want to do. i’m simply giving you the facts --whether or not you choose to help me act on them is entirely your prerogative. ❜

#wyslyyzr #i simply think they should overthrow charles

[sebastianshaw]

' i was just in your room, where i noticed you have a sizeable shrine with evil burning candles, photos of me with my face scratched out, and pairs of my stolen panties. ' - wyslyyzr

"Ah, you spoiled the surprise! I confiscated that little beauty from Fabian Cortez, thought you'd like to see it. Except the panties, those are from Hellfire Club parties and I'm keeping them." @wyslyyzr

#wyslyyzr #I #there is so much implied here in that last line

[prfxxor]

❝ i am nothing if not honest. ❞

@wyslyyzr // erik.

“...that you are.” he breathed, the exhale broke by the touch of wind scattered into soft laughter. the kiss felt surreal, caught between a wish and its manifestation, in that dreamlike state. he breathed again — inhale this time — looking into the older man's eyes ... not that he could see much else, with this close proximity; one forehead pressing against the other.

a handful of hair curled softly under his fingers. he tried not to move them, tried not to stroke, or caress. like any soft movement could disturb this delicate equilibrium.

like their fights. arguments stretched out in the hallway, rooms, courtyard of the small, humble clinic. sometimes spilling into the streets and the waterfront where stars glinted too seductively on the surface of water.

he took off his shirt and jumped in, breaking the reflection and making more, more lights glistening on his skin. that usually ended the argument. he smiled, until his eyes were the shape of crescent moons eclipsing those blues... he shaved himself so clean you could hardly remember the patches of blond—

old habit. he said. used to be an athlete.

used to. like another time, another life left behind somewhere in the past tense. while he drew the pull-up bar to his chest, smiling at you from over it...

“so...” he spoke (he shouldn't speak... a voice said in the back of his mind). time had to start moving again, from the past tense to present tense to... — what does this mean now? he will draw away, at some point. he will smile his boyish smile. he didn't want to change things that didn't need to be changed...

his hands sliding down. going over the slope of the biceps and forearms. to the wrists. the way he held them. like he could hold you through the storm and the dark even though you knew he hadn't any idea... he didn't know what he was PROMISING, didn't know he was making a promise, and he will be somebody's curse someday — and he was asking you, with those too bright eyes seemingly reflecting back too much light into the night — if you would let him ruin you.

another inhale.

the planet rotated a fraction of a fraction of a degree...

he will recreate the feeling on his lips in his mind a dozen times into the future.

—- so.

#wyslyyzr #( ask ) raise your hand. #dug this up bc i was in a Mood #everything else is just sHRUG

[marvelousmulti]

@wyslyyzr

Lorra wasn't the best at discussing subjects that were as sensitive as this one. She feared she might be disrespectful, not purposefully of course, but out of ignorance. The only comfort to her heightened anxiety was her commitment to approach the matter with utmost honesty and earnesty. It was important to her that this discussion go well.

"I’ve never practiced... never really got the chance. My pop's didn't let my mom talk to me about that part of herself. Didn’t even know I was Jewish till I found cards from my supposed to be dead maternal grandparents stashed in his dresser drawer. I've never really known how to go about reclaiming that part of me... I feel like my father robbed me of something really important. When I left him behind, I got to embrace being a woman and a mutant, but I didn't know where to start when it came to being Jewish. I've always just figured it was too late for me to reclaim that part of myself."

#{wyslyyzr} #{justice by her claws: lorra jane}

[wyslyyzr]

WE  WILL  OUTLIVE  THEM.    WE  ARE  ALIVE.  

#wyslyyzr.  ind.  616  magneto.  somewhat  divergent,  heavily  headcanoned,  xmcu  compatible  with  plotting.  est  2014-ish.  jewish mun.

#ehhh idk if i like this but i was due for a new promo regardless #616 rp #marvel 616 rp #comic rp #-- SP.

[buckytm]

WHAT  SKY  ARE  YOU?

sunrise

no matter how many times you get knocked down, you always get back up. you defy expectations and stay true to yourself. you are a leader - maybe not in a traditional sense in that others follow you, but you've carved out your own path in life. you are kind but unyielding. you have strong opinions and values. there's a part of you that just wants to make everyone else around you happy, but you know your limits - that you can only share what you have to give. you may seem unassuming to others at first but in time they will watch as you grow into something incredible

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#( & reference ) #chooses my favorite icon bc why not

[quickslver]

@wyslyyzr​  /  [ embrace ]  

       there is nothing more important in pietro’s life than family. it has been instilled within him from django and marya’s influence and how feverishly they loved the twins. it was there he had learned that family, above all, is everything. losing that was like losing a part of himself. perhaps that’s why he clung to his sister so tightly. if he were to lose wanda as well... it wasn’t even a thought he could fathom. his mind wouldn’t let him. however, the discovery of their true origins and heritage was like a whirlwind. though his parents loved him and his sister, cared for the twins with every last ounce of energy, they weren’t his blood. he would always love them and maybe the revelation would have been different if they were still alive and well given the discovery but -- they’re not.

and because of that, pietro craves for that whole in his soul to be filled. he wants the pieces of him back. the pieces that he’d lost. but, erik isn’t django. he learns this lesson swiftly. it’s cruel and it’s harsh and it makes him so very bitter that all he can do in reaction is be angry. he wants the fatherly touch / wants to be told everything will be alright / wants to be held and loved in the same way that he was when he was but a boy, still ignorant of the cruelties his parents faced. ( both sets of them / blood and water / both scorned by the people who wish ill upon them )

there are moments where he finds the comfort in erik. finds exactly what he craves so badly. the bitterness lays to waste as his father tugs him close, wraps his arms around him. he fights it at first, doesn’t want to accept the touch when it’s usually so much harsher than this. erik is brash and blunt and -- this is nice. he leans into him just a bit, trying to absorb the feeling of safety for once in his adult life. it’s hesitant but pietro finds himself holding onto his father and well... the pieces of him he wanted back so badly aren’t here. they’re gone. he realizes that. but this? this can mold something new. it can try and fit into the shape that has been left behind by the people who raised him but it will never measure up. it is enough, however, to bandage up that hurt for just this one moment. maybe a bit longer if he’s lucky. 

it’s silent. they don’t have to say much. it’s probably better if they don’t.

#wyslyyzr #answered * #🗲 eat my freaking dust ! ➤ main verse. #MMMM THIS GOT ME REAL GOOD #you really came for my throat and i said 'right back at ya' #parent death --