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@ablinkntime
ind. selective multiverse marvel rp blog for clarice ferguson / blink - formerly of earth-295 (age of apocalypse) ⧫ post-exiles, comics-adjacent, mcu friendly but not compliant. ⧫ est. 2024 ⧫ beloved by manda ⧫ art by paul pelletier
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[ reading generation x-23 and having a little fun theorizing on whose genes went into these kids' cocktails and i'm sorry you can't convince me x-92 isn't made exclusively of genes from Blink and Nightcrawler ]
David’s jaw locks, his eyes narrowing at the jerk. He raises a hand, snapping his fingers. The guy turns into a rat and scurries off, clearly terrified. “It’ll only last thirty minutes,” David explains, a wicked smirk spreading across his features. “But I also put a mental trigger in his brain that’ll make him squeak like a rat every time he tries to insult someone.” [from legion-transcendent]
@legion-transcendent
"David--" She sighed, shook her head, but there was a bare hint of a smile. "It's not the worst thing I've been called. You grow a thick skin, looking like I do. You didn't have to embed a trauma response in the guy."
Let's face it, he probably did. But she won't say it out loud.
"They don't get to decide who you are. No one but you gets to decide who you are."
"I mean, I can be a freak if they want me to be. Gonna call me names, might as well live up to their big, bad mutant stereotype. Where should we send 'em?"
[ btw to anybody who i've plotted with but the starter never materialized it's because i am in fact a human disaster with the attention span of a sea sponge and do need to be reminded sometimes that starters don't write themselves lmfao ]
@talessculpted // gimme jimmy
Loneliness was an old friend, but not a welcome one. In her mind, Clarice had no reason to feel lonely, chastising herself for taking for granted the friends that were here with her, the family that had accepted her. But the yearning never stopped. What she wanted never went away, in fact the harder she tried to put it out of mind the more it would creep into her subconscious.
She woke up in tears. It was a good dream, a happy one, but the details faded so quickly that all she was left with was the longing to go back. Wishing that good feeling would stay. It was a warm night, most of the house was opened up to let the breeze through, so she stifled her sobs into her pillow so the others wouldn't hear. They still might just the same -- in fact the only ones in the house without preternatural hearing were herself and Becky -- but at least she tried. Smothered her bitter tears in soft fabric as her mind forced her to think on the people she had loved and had to leave behind.
Sabretooth could take care of himself, of course, but she hated not knowing if he was alright. Kyle was doing wonderfully in his new timeline, living as a hero and beloved by his teammates. TJ's last goodbye had held an unequivocal 'and don't come back', and the rest… She'd buried more friends after leaving her war-ravaged home timeline than before, and it left an ache in her chest that mingled with the nostalgia of the good times they'd had. It hurt loving them, missing them. Wishing for another day but knowing they had played their part, had done all they could before the hourglass of their unique place in reality had run out.
How long before one of these teammates had to say goodbye? Wolvie had been bittersweet -- he simply got to go home, would not remember his time as an Exile -- but who's to say the next mission wouldn't come? That someday soon it'd be Peggy's turn? Or Val's?
Or Jimmy's?
Sitting up, Clarice reached for a tissue to wipe her cheeks dry and blow her nose. The blond man was such (forgive the phrase) an x-factor. Like her, he had a deeply rooted need for connection, for attachment, but a similar level of anxiety around the same. Poison didn't make that any easier, but she found she liked the symbiotic stowaway. It had personality, once Jimmy had allowed them to know it existed. Together they were actually kind of funny; Jimmy reminded her of Victor sometimes, and of Kyle, but there were emotional depths to him that she longed to understand and wasn't sure he was ready to open up to her about.
Groaning, she turned over and buried her face in her pillow again. God, girl! Another big blonde with sad eyes and you go to pieces. With a huff she rolled out of bed and onto her feet, intent on going down to the kitchen for a midnight snack and to maybe wash her face and get some of these thoughts out of her head.
Your muse overhears someone call my muse a "freak." How does your muse respond to that accusation?
@ablinkntime asked: "This is your fault! You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this!"
AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS
David recoils, like someone has brandished a gun at him. If Clarice was doing that, he could handle it. He wouldn’t even be afraid, but this? Being faced with the consequences of his actions, with the proof of how much damage he can do? This is worse than any threat of physical violence. This is worse than any pain he’s ever felt, and David has felt a lot of pain.
“I-I’m sorry. I did … did … d-didn’t mean to. It wasn’t wh-what I wanted. It wasn’t!” he stammers, words failing him as the panic grips his heart.
He remembers what he did. The timeline changed. Universes written and shattered and rewritten. In theory, David shouldn’t remember that moment when he tried to change everything, but he does. He remembers every timeline, every reality, every story real and unreal, he’s had a hand in. He remembers the timeline Bishop shoved into his mind the day he killed his father, the day he died. He remembers the carnage. The rule of a cruel master. He remembers that he made that possible. That he made a universe destined to die in fire.
David Haller, the God Mutant, curls in on himself and backs up. He hunches, hands rising to his head. Fingers card through his hair, hands gripping and tugging. He tries to breath, to calm down, but it’s not happening. This isn’t fair. Not to Clarice, not to the people who suffered because of his fuck up. It’s not right for him to fall apart like this, to shudder and apologise. He knows it doesn’t do anything, that it can’t help her, but he doesn’t know what to do. He never knew.
He’s always been this broken boy. This useless, fuck up of a thing.
“I just wanted my f-father to love me,” he murmurs, words barely audible.
It's rare that Clarice is this angry. Very, very rare. Usually, she's the one with the cool head, the rational mind focusing on the problem instead of the emotions of a moment. She's used to packing it all down, storing it away to process later when it was quiet and safe and she could be vulnerable without becoming a victim.
But knowing what she knew -- learning what she had, in her years leading her team of Exiles, getting answers to questions she regretted ever asking -- and then being confronted with the knowledge that the unassuming (if a little eccentric) mutant before her was solely responsible for the hell she'd been raised in… she couldn't contain it. The white-hot anger that boiled to the surface had been simmering for decades, sitting on a back burner slowly increasing in potency as the innocence of childhood evaporated and the harsh reality, the understanding sunk in. It turned her cheeks a deep violet-red, made her eyes blaze firebug-bright as she fought every terrible, violent instinct Victor had trained into her not to figure out a way to make him fix it.
Because the galling thing was, she knew he couldn't. She knew any more tinkering wouldn't undo what his stupid, adolescent wish had wrought. A fuck-up so catastrophic it had created an entire, alternate timeline. One where every day was lived in fear and death, where little children suffered for the simple sin of being born different.
"I have been fighting to survive since I was eight. years. old," she hissed, her accusing finger still pointing at him. "Killing my family while I watched was the least of what Apocalypse's men did to me, and it's only a miracle that someone you all think is a monster saved me from being melted down for my genes. And after I managed to survive the absolute hell your stupid mistake put me through -- I had to go and start fixing other timelines, because mine was too broken to ever be stable. I can never go home, David."
Her hand fell to her side, then her arms came back up, wrapping around herself. The anger was starting to subside, replaced by bitter sorrow. "Was it worth it?"
AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS
a collection of dialogue prompts for or about characters who have been treated or trained as weapons by others, valued only for their capacity for violence, destruction, and harm. trigger warnings for mentions of murder and violence. change & alter as needed.
THE WEAPON:
"I'm not proud of the person they've turned me into. But it's all I know. And it's too late for me to change now."
"If there was ever any good in me, there's none left anymore."
"I don't know where the blood ends. Where my hands begin."
"I do what it takes to survive. And I don't care if that makes me a villain."
"I'm good at hurting people. I'm not going to apologize for doing what I'm good at."
"I'll never know who I could have been if they hadn't made me into this."
"This is your fault! You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this!"
"Don't try and get close to me. You'll just get yourself hurt."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not very good at being good."
"I don't really know how to be gentle."
"I'm not nice, and I'm not going to pretend to be. Deal with it."
"They made me a monster."
"They're all afraid of me. And they're right to be. You should be, too."
"I know I'm a villain. I don't need you to tell me that."
"Look at what they did to me! Look at what they made me into! It's their fault! They ruined me!"
"I wish they'd just killed me. I wish they'd just killed me instead of turning me into this. Being dead is better than being a monster."
"I know you're scared of me. It's okay. Everyone is."
"What does it matter whether I feel guilty about it or not? I still did it. Being sorry doesn't change that."
"Who am I if I'm not a monster?"
"No one could ever love me after everything I've done."
"Why aren't you afraid of me? How can you not be afraid of me?"
"I don't even know who I am without them pulling my strings."
"You want me to be the villain so bad? I can damn well provide."
"I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to hurt people. I want to be gentle. I want to be good."
"Who am I if I'm not what they've made me?"
"I don't need a weapon. I am one."
"Do you think I have it in me, to be good?"
THE WIELDER:
"You look so beautiful covered in somebody else's blood."
"And where did this little crisis of conscience come from all of a sudden?"
"You don't get to say no to me. Not after everything I've done for you. You owe me."
"You belong to me. You're mine."
"Where would you be without me? Who would you be without me? ...That's right. So let's try and be a little more grateful, hm?"
"I gave you everything, and this is how you choose to repay me?"
"I made you! You're nothing without me!"
"You don't make the rules, darling. That's my job."
"You are a dog, and I hold your leash. Never forget that."
"I didn't make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there."
"Look at you, coming when I call, eating out of my hand, doing everything I tell you... such a good dog, aren't you?"
"You think you can just walk away from me? Where are you going to go? Nobody else could possibly love a sick thing like you!"
"Monster is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as... helping you reach your fullest potential."
"I've got you trained so well, don't I?"
"I thought you knew better than to disobey me."
"Do you really think you can be a hero? After everything you've done?"
"Well, then, if I really ruined your life like you say, why don't you just kill me? We both know you're good at that."
"This is all you're good for. Don't go getting delusions of grandeur on me now."
"You couldn't survive without me. Don't ever delude yourself into thinking otherwise."
"I give the orders. You take them. Not the other way around."
"Destruction is really the only thing you're good at, darling. Take that away, and what's left?"
THE OBSERVER:
"You don't have to be what they tell you to be, you know? You're not stuck. You can change."
"You're not a monster. You're my friend."
"Being gentle doesn't come easy to you, does it?"
"You're a good person. I'm sorry they made you think you aren't."
"You kind of have a little... blood... on your face. ...Don't worry, I'll get it for you."
"I'm not scared of you."
"So, have you ever... you know... killed somebody?"
"You're sick, you know that? You're really sick. I can't believe you seriously do this kind of shit."
"Look, I know who you are. I know what you've done. And I'm not running away from you. You can't scare me off."
"You really are a monster."
"Why do you listen to them? Why do you take orders from them? You don't have to obey everything they tell you."
"So, let me get this straight: you know how to kill a man fifteen different ways, just with your bare hands, and you wouldn't even break a sweat... but you don't know what to do at a party?"
"You're not as mean as you want everyone to think you are."
"You say you're not a dog. So why do you blindly follow orders like one?"
"You don't have to do this. You don't have to be like this. You can choose your own path."
"You really are as bad as they say."
"Don't touch me. You have blood on your hands."
"I know you won't hurt me. I trust you."
"No! Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!"
"The world isn't just heroes and villains. You don't have to be one or the other. And just because you've been one doesn't mean you can't be the other."
"You don't have to listen to them. You don't have to obey."
"They don't get to decide who you are. No one but you gets to decide who you are."
[ god i just had the saddest thought bc clarice was cleary very close with rogue and by extension her son charlie back in the reality she came from. when he's an infant the only times charlie isn't being held by his mother, father, or Nanny, it's by clarice
and then she gets unhinged from time and one of her first teammates is a lad named magnus who is quite literally simply another timeline's version of charlie. and he's so sad and so alone and she knows exactly how he feels and then she has to watch him sacrifice himself to save all their lives and then later she's the one to quietly take him home to his family who absolutely have been missing him and i just
ugh. GOD.
clarice wants a love like rogue and magneto had but she's also watched the pain they went through TWICE and it's just
aaaaaaaaaaaghhh ]
[ clarice is a grade-A yearner, someone who loves the idea of love, someone who wishes she had a love that she couldn't live without and the worst thing is she doesn't trust herself to love
because every time she dares to open her heart she is crushed. destroyed. flayed open, salt in the wounds, so even the memory is tainted and defiled and makes her sick. she can't look back and be happy it happened, she can only remember how terrible, how awful, she felt when it ended
she had to abandon ahmyor to his fate
she had to bury calvin
she's fairly sure she simply can't love but god what she wouldn't give to just put all her faith in someone and not have it end in pain ]
— Unknown (via lunamonchtuna)
[from legion-transcendent, because yolo. The real question is; can she match his freak?]
@legion-transcendent there's things she'd have to get used to especially since she might be scared about the System at first (she's had friends get possessed by Proteus and might wonder if she's speaking to the 'real' voice or an alter pretending) but with enough reassurance she'll understand.
plus he might be one of very few people in the multiverse who understand what she's been through since he can just up and visit other timelines if he gets the yen to do it.
((Well he got one bingo...))
wdym he won't let her climb on his shoulders to get the cookies off the top shelf bc the TALL ASS MUTANTS WHO LIVE HERE KEEP HIDING THEM
(she will however happily listen to him infodump about whatever, even if she doesn't understand half of what he's talking about)
[ just realized i never got around to updating my verses to remove some of the ones i don't do anymore since the partners involved are gone now :/ oh wellsies ]
[ i found an official floorplan for peter's apartment so im buildin that ish in the simssss @wallopinwebyapper ]
