Help I made this at 4 am while half off my ass on a lack of sleep and I forgot about it and it was just waiting for me when I opened my laptop I cant-
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BAMF and Chill
Nightcrawler by David Talaski
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a side by side comparison of my old and new rogue pins. couldn't have gotten to one without the other, and i could not have gotten to either if people hadn't supported my art. thanks, and i hope you'll stick around.
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(Crop) Top Ian
WC: 2,284 👕 Rated: E 👕 Read it in full here on AO3! Preview 👇
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“Hey—” Mickey’s sentence broke along with his thoughts when he saw Ian. His heart sped up, his eyebrows twitched, and his lips parted. “Uh…”
“I know,” Ian said, tugging at the shirt with a pissy frown. It did nothing to hide his abs, which were clenching. Very visibly. He let go and fiddled with the knobs and buttons on the washing machine. “We’re gonna have to call the super. Something is wrong with the washer. My shirt shrunk.”
Having recovered from his surprise, Mickey bit his lip so he didn’t smirk widely. Ian’s shirt hadn’t shrunk. It didn’t fit him because that was Mickey’s shirt. Ian had one that was almost identical. He approached Ian and gave his bare midriff a playful pinch. “Did it shrink, or did you grow, ginger giant?”
Now, there were two possible ways Ian would react. One (least preferable) he would roll his eyes, let out a sigh, and not rise to the bait. Two (Mickey’s favorite), he would rise to the bait and do something that would make Mickey’s stomach flip, and his blood run wild.
Ian looked down at the pinkened spot Mickey had pinched, paused for a brief moment of contemplation, and then grabbed Mickey’s hips roughly. Mickey’s world spun a little as his feet left the floor, Ian picking him up effortlessly. Mickey’s ass hit the cold metal of the top of the washing machine, and Ian shoved his thighs open with two hands on Mickey’s knees.
Ian laughed because he could see right through Mickey, and he liked that. He liked the way Mickey’s pupils always dilated, and his breathing went rapid just from a little bit of manhandling. He pressed his forehead to Mickey’s, playfully intimidating him. “This is your shirt. If I’m a giant, what’s that make you, little rabbit?”
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Iceman (Taylor's version).
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I reread HoX/PoX to celebrate the end of the Krakoa era and I am remiss that I never posted this conversation between Magneto and an Israeli ambassador that was penned in 2019. Any justification of the occupation is never welcome on my page. Free Palestine.
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Batter up!
Scott Summers by David Talaski
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