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★: five things most people don't know about my muse
1) Bobby's gay AF (obvi);2) He is actually an omega level mutant, but he's nowhere near reaching his full potential;3) Emma Frost once possessed Bobby's body and was way better at using his powers than he was;4) While he jokes about being both Catholic and Jewish, he doesn't really believe in either religion;5) He once had a huge crush on Warren.
☜: five things my muse sucks at
1) Keeping his thoughts to himself;2) Maintaining a healthy romantic relationship;3) Avoiding puns and Dad jokes;4) Making his parents proud; and5) Using the right side of his brain.
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♠: the riskiest thing my muse has ever done
For being so icy, Bobby’s so great at keeping a cool head when his friends are imminent danger. On a mission to save Kurt from the Neyaphem, Bobby was shattered for the first time while in his ice form because he over exerted himself. Luckily, his secondary mutation allowed him to reform using the moisture around him.
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웃: what my muse would leave to people in their will
♛: the pettiest thing my muse has ever done
★: five things most people don't know about my muse
☄: the last five Googles searches my muse made
✉: the last five text messages my muse sent
☢: how would my muse fare in a zombie apocalypse?
☣: how would my muse fare in the hunger games?
☠: how my muse would choose to die, if it were up to them
♂: three names my muse might name their son
♀: three names my muse might name their daughter
♫: my muse's five favorite songs
☤: the last time my muse went to the hospital and why
▽: the first job my muse ever had
☃: what my muse does when it snows
☎: the last person my muse made a phone call to and why
♠: the riskiest thing my muse has ever done
➹: what my muse would do on their 21st birthday if they had all the money in the world
☞: five things my muse is good at
☜: five things my muse sucks at
✄: what my muse would say to the mun if they had the opportunity
I make ice and jokes, that’s what I do.
Merc & Me & Ms. Lion Makes Three || Wade & Bobby
At Bobby’s question, Wade smirked, nodding slowly. Of course he did. He loved pranks. Even before. When he was…well, just before, he loved to pull pranks on people. Sometimes they were harmless. Sometimes, not so much. But no matter what they amused him. Always.
“Of course I do. My favorite? Freaking out morticians. You’d think in todays day and age people wouldn’t believe in zombies, but they sooooo do. It’s great.” Wade skipped ahead, whistling softly as he went. Hanging out with Bobby proved to be pretty cool actually. Pun not 100% intended.
Bobby laughed at the mental picture of Wade recreating scenes from Night of the Living Dead, rising out from body bags and sliding out of morgue freezers. It seemed like a hell of a painful joke, but Bobby could appreciate a man with that level of commitment to humor. "Honestly between all the aliens attacking the Earth and literal Thunder God flying around on hammers, I'd think people would be expecting a zombie apocalypse," Bobby said.
As they turned the corner, Bobby could see the restaurant off in the distance. The streets were becoming more crowded despite the cold weather. The lunch hour rush wouldn't be far behind.
"Which hero would you want to be stuck in a zombie apocalypse with?"
We're Not Alone || Jubilee & Bobby
“I don’t know how!” Embry shouted, his visible frustration causing the two psionic constructs to grow larger. The ceiling began to crack and crumble, falling around them. The freakish beast and exaggerated psionic vision of Wolverine began to reverberate, their imagined bodies becoming distorted like an old school video game that was glitching out of control. “If I think about it, then they appear. I don’t know how to un-think them!” Bobby watched as the two forms began to merge, congealing into one frightening hybrid of a feral Logan and the bug creature. “It’s like not thinking of a polar bear,” Bobby said. Maybe it was as simple as distracting Embry, but how would he turn his attention from a giant lumbering abomination? As Embry turned to look at what had formed, Bobby grabbed him and turned him in the opposite direction toward the hangar doors. “Alright, what’s something that’s not menacing enough to eat and/or dismember us?” “Don’t mention food, Mr. Drake,” Embry said, putting a hand over his mouth.
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Jubilee looked over at Bobby, arching an eyebrow in a silent ‘so this is actually what we’re gonna do here?’. "Bobby, are you still feeling Korean BBQ? All this running around has me starving. Though maybe we could use grub hub? I’m feeling sushi, spicy tuna, maybs?”
Bobby shot Jubilee a questioning look while Embry grabbed his gurgling stomach. As the boy turned his attention away from the psionic hybrid creature, its form began to waver. It turned translucent and less well-formed, like a pink resin molding of what it once was.
"Oh, ho ho, I see," Bobby said. His eyes lit up as he turned from his ice form to his usual fleshy self. "Hey, Jubes maybe we should get those gross Philly rolls, you know? With lots of extra cream cheese, so much unnecessary amounts of cream cheese. Do you think they could make us rolls of just cream cheese?" As Embry held his stomach tight, the creature mimicked his cringing posture, wrapping its many appendages around its torso.
"You know, what? Forget it, just get me a whole thing of cream cheese," Bobby said. He bent down close to Embry, saying, "I'll eat it straight from the carton with my hands."
Embry left out a dry heave. The psionic creature began to bubble, its insides fizzling. The walls of the basement rumbled and cracked.
"Okay, maybe this wasn't—" Bobby started to say before the creature exploded. Sticky globs of psionic energy flew every which way, covering the three in a weird goop that, while not real, left Bobby feeling as though they had each been dipped in a vat of petroleum jelly. "Suddenly, I'm not so hungry."
Merc & Me & Ms. Lion Makes Three || Wade & Bobby
Wade laughed, an actual, honest to God laugh at Bobby’s words, his shoulders shrugging lightly. “Nah. I’m all flesh and bone baby. Probably some shrapnel in there somewhere too actually…..but nah. I don’t have any sick metal appendages. Though I mean, there’s one that’s pretty solid.” He smirked, winking at Bobby.
“No my friend! I have the badass power of not dying. Ever. By anything. Even going splat, boom or kaplow. I just keep coming back.” He’d tried everything really. Tried to see what would or wouldn’t work. Apparently nothing worked since he was still there.
Bobby tried not to let his mind wander too far into existential realms, overthinking the nature of immortality and how it must plague people like Logan. That was a conversation better saved for Hank on a late night when the bookworm wrestled with the deepest of thoughts and needed a mind to spar with. Bobby imagined Wade wasn't up for that kind of thing. He couldn't blame him with the sorts of painful memories lingering. At least Wade's humor was more in line with Bobby's own, complete with lots of unnecessary innuendos. Being silly with someone seemed second nature to them both.
"Do you ever use your powers for pranks?" Bobby asked. "I feel like Wolvie's always under-utilizing his potential for yucks at normies' expenses, ya know?"
dopplegängers of future past :: bobby & billy
“Great, even Xavier’s has bullying for that?” Billy blurted out flatly before he could really censor himself, though he had the self-awareness to look sheepish immediately after, mumbling an apology as he nodded and rubbed at the spot Bobby had nudged and left cold. “Yeah, I– … yeah. Hang on.”
He had to close his eyes to focus properly, but with another brief muttering and a flash of blue light Billy felt carpet under his bare feet, opening his eyes and blinking as he glanced around Bobby’s room. It felt like another thorough and mostly accidental invasion of privacy, so Billy stood uncomfortably still in the middle of the room, and cleared his throat awkwardly. “Ssssooo,” he drew out, trying to look anywhere but at Bobby as he pushed a hand through his hair.
"Well, I—" Bobby stopped himself before he dug himself any deeper. Was this the Avenger he'd heard of, the Asguardian? Or was it Wiccan now? He'd heard about him in the news, seen the way he looked at the shape-shifting Hulking. "No, things aren't like that at all here. I guess you don't know me well, but, uh, you just can't take things I say too seriously. I'm just trying to get a laugh most of the time. I don't always succeed."
Once the pair teleported, Bobby found himself in the most familiar of spaces. Along the walls were posters of big breasted bikini clad women on beaches and snowboarders doing sick aerial tricks over snow-capped slops. Around them were sticky notes, reminders for papers to grade and Danger Room sessions with dates and times. There was a board covered in photos that dated back to the 90s of X-Men and students present and past.
"Sorry for the mess," Bobby said. For all his boasting it was obvious he hadn't had company in his room in a long time. He bent down and pulled out a pair of briefs from a drawer below his bed. They weren't just any briefs, having been made from unstable molecules and fashioned by Reed Richards himself. The only kind of undies that could withstand well below subzero temperatures without shattering. He slipped them on followed by a pair of unflattering cargo shorts that had been just strewn out on the floor. "The life of a superhero doesn't leave much downtime, but I guess I don't have to tell you that, right?"
We're Not Alone || Jubilee & Bobby
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Everything was a blur of movement and lack of air for a minute, then she found herself back on the ground with a groan. A few lungfuls of air later and she was able to focus on the scene in front of them. She shuddered a little at the kid’s version of Logan, the appearance was similar but she couldn’t see an ounce of the man’s character in that face.
Bobby joined them (looking no worse for the wear) and she had to shake herself out of her thoughts to respond. "I think food’s ok, food poisoning, not so much. Also no more sci-fi before bed.”
She turned back to the boy and saw his eyes scrunched as he tried to focus on the images in his mind. She reached out to him and brushed his hair back from his face, sweat making it stick a little. She spoke in a soft voice, not wanting to disrupt his concentration but also wondering if spreading him a little more thin had taken some power away from the first creature. “Hey Em, if you think you can let them both go now you can.”
"I don't know how!" Embry shouted, his visible frustration causing the two psionic constructs to grow larger. The ceiling began to crack and crumble, falling around them. The freakish beast and exaggerated psionic vision of Wolverine began to reverberate, their imagined bodies becoming distorted like an old school video game that was glitching out of control. "If I think about it, then they appear. I don't know how to un-think them!"
Bobby watched as the two forms began to merge, congealing into one frightening hybrid of a feral Logan and the bug creature.
"It's like not thinking of a polar bear," Bobby said. Maybe it was as simple as distracting Embry, but how would he turn his attention from a giant lumbering abomination? As Embry turned to look at what had formed, Bobby grabbed him and turned him in the opposite direction toward the hangar doors. "Alright, what's something that's not menacing enough to eat and/or dismember us?"
"Don't mention food, Mr. Drake," Embry said, putting a hand over his mouth.
Merc & Me & Ms. Lion Makes Three || Wade & Bobby
At Bobby’s suggestion to go to the mansion, Wade snorted loudly. “Eh. Not really my scene.” Would he likely take Ellie there if she ended up being a mutant, more than likely. Him? More than likely not. “Y’know I”m not one for the whole holy roller thing. I don’t do the good guy business.”
“I’m more of the shoot first, then ask questions. Y’know the whole vigilante anti-hero thing. Thats my schtick. i’m good at it. It pays, well, I don’t really have bills, but it pays stuff!” Wade shrugged. “Oh God if me and the Kitten ever got around each other it’d be constant death. Probably on my end.”
Bobby was quick to make a mental note of Wade's words. If he really was some kind of hard line antihero like Frank Castle, then he should be careful. It wasn't like Wade was exhibiting the signs of a sane person, but he was also clearly the victim of something horrible, committed by people who had no regard for his humanity. It wasn't that Bobby pitied him too much to think he could let his guard down. He just knew what hatred could do to people and he wasn't up for victim blaming.
"You call him 'Kitten'? If I did that, there'd be nothing left of me but shaved ice," Bobby said. "Do you have an adamantium spine or what?"
Time for Plan B II Drake and LeBeau
Remy waited a bit longer as Bobby piled on the ice. The other brotherhood members had to be long gone by now, leaving Victor to finish off his prey. The feral’s snarls could be heard over the slashing of ice, which worried Remy. The ice took on a brighter red color as he put more power into it, trying to time it just right to do the most damage to Victor.
“Do it, now!“ He gripped tightly onto Bobby’s arm, ready to slide away from the impending explosion. If it all went off just right they should have at least five minutes to get away from Victor. With Bobby’s ice that should be plenty of time. But Creed was fast, and he healed at Logan’s speed which only made matters worse. “You’re not leaving so soon are you?!“ Victor’s voice held unspoken threats behind it. He smelled blood and wouldn’t back off until he had his fill. Though the only concern in Remy’s mind was making sure that he and Bobby survived
At Remy's signal, Bobby pulled the Cajun close in a cold, half embrace and turned his hand toward the ground below. Bobby removed all heat from the air before his palm in an instant, causing a concentrated explosion that rocketed the pair away from the ice wall fated to turn to shrapnel as a result of Remy's powers. As their bodies propelled forward, Bobby was careful to turn Remy so that his friend wouldn't take the brunt of the impact as Bobby's back slid against a patch of ice he formed over the grass.
As he pulled himself up, Bobby could see the ice wall they had shielded themselves behind explode with kinetic energy, showering Creed in thousands of bits of sharp ice. The feral mutant howled in rage, tearing jagged shards from his thighs as he crouched.
"I thought the ice age was what killed the sabretooths," Bobby said, hoping Creed heard him. He formed an tower of ice beneath his feet and pushed himself off the ground with Remy at his side. From up high, Bobby propelled them forward and down toward their car hidden behind the trees.
We're Not Alone || Jubilee & Bobby
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"Working on it, Bob!” She sing songed over her shoulder at him.
“Ok Embry, I want you to-” her sentence was cut off by Bobby’s curse, which she echoed unapologetically. “Em, I need you to think of the strongest, scariest thing you can think of and imagine it on our side, make it fight that thing!” As she finished the creature burst though the ice wall and she summoned a volley of plasmoids which melted the bigger chunks of ice on contact. She grabbed Embry and slid him out of the way before turning her powers on the creature.
As Bobby's was pulled closer to the gaping maw of the giant creature, Jubilee's plasmoids slowed it down long enough for a familiar, snarling growl to echo through the basement's long halls.
"Logan?" Bobby said, wrestling from the tentacled grip. As he turned he saw the psionic form of a crouching man, doubled in size with long three-pronged claws that stretched almost as long as its disproportionate arms. The psionic form's muscles bulged and its back was hunched into a spheric mass. There was a glow in its eyes as it let out a berserker's warcry.
Embry squinted hard as the beast released Bobby and the two psionic forms began trading blows that shook the foundations around them.
Bobby slid on the icy floor toward Jubilee and the boy, saying, "So is Embry, like, a reverse gremlin. No food after noon or this happens?"
dopplegängers of future past :: bobby & billy
Billy relaxed fractionally when Bobby admitted this sort of situation wasn’t too strange – or at least, not as uncommon as one should expect – and he shrugged more to himself than to Bobby, not really able to formulate a response before he reappeared, and definitely not able to manage one after. He stared at Bobby’s ice form with wide eyes and half-slack jaw, giving him the sort of up-down look that was probably frowned upon in polite company when presented with someone in a towel.
“I… uh… “ While the overall temperature of the room had improved, Billy couldn’t help but take a step or two back as Bobby approached, admittedly intimidated as his skin prickled in response to the edges of the icy aura. The Sarah Connor reference wasn’t lost on him, but it was briefly disheartening; maybe Bobby didn’t believe him after all.
“No, he… he didn’t have time to say exactly why.” Billy seemed embarrassed to say so, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, assuming this was hurting his case. “His visit was really short. But– he said he’d be back, and in the meantime, I had to find you because… we’ll need each other.”
"Time travelers," Bobby said, half-hearted, "why are they always so vague? You'd think they'd try to spill the beans all at once and get their message out loud and clear." Cable, Bishop, Rachel, even an older version of Kitty herself—they'd all found their way back to the present to warn of some unspeakable atrocity that needed to be averted. Why this Billy choose himself and a B-list X-Man like Iceman was what made Bobby wonder.
"Maybe we can figure this out when I've got some clothes on," Bobby said, fully aware that this ensemble of a towel around his waist wasn't any less revealing than the X-marked Speedos he was frequently seen wearing in public. "Can your teleport-y powers send us to my room? I really don't want to have to explain why I was just in the showers with another dude. I've got a reputation to uphold. You know how it is, man."
He gave Billy a light tap on the bicep with his cold, hard fist before letting out an awkward snerk.
💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?
Bobby is a very affectionate guy but more risque levels of physical intimacy are either inconvenient or downright scary. With women, it’s all an act and everything is forced in a vain attempt to keep up appearances. If a guy ever showed him that kind of attention, he’d probably panic.
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“how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?”
Bobby is your classic hopeless romantic. He’s a goofball, but deep down he believes in finding a true, unabiding love. It’s turned him into something of serial monogamist, someone who loves being in love, and always finds himself in a relationship all the time regardless of how unhealthy it can be. Really, all of these relationships are doomed from the start because he’s dating women and he’s a closet case. Maybe things would be different for Bobby if he were a little more true to himself.
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“what is my muse’s ideal date?”
Bobby’s ideal date would be spending a hot summer night skinny dipping in Breakstone Lake, or ice-skating at Wollman Rink in the city during the holiday season.
