to feel... normal

"you have no idea what i'd give to be... normal." { indie hank mccoy blog ; x-men first class ; alternate post!first class verse as well as being open to pre-cuba verse ; oc/multi-fandom friendly ; au/canon hank elements ; m!a : none, will accept ; i'm always up to plotting or if you ever just need to chat, always be free to drop by the inbox :) ; tracking: #beastlyformulation ; previously: #justalittlebeastly }

[beastlyformulation-blog]

just--logan:

             [ The name certainly took her aback, and even caused a look of confusion to cross delicate features as she quickly filed through the archive of names to try and discern who he was talking about; it wasn’t as if she had ever been in the business of calling him other than the name she spat out in spite. ]

                                                    “Erik? Who in the fuck……?”

                      [ Then it dawned upon her, understanding as ugly and vehement as anything, and her jaw clenched violently while she tried to fight the urge to punch the kid in the mouth simply on principle. ]

                                            “How the hell do ya know Magneto?”                                                                       “What the fuck is goin’ on here today?”

   [ Was he a mutant? Logan wanted answers and she wanted them now-, more than anything she wanted to talk to Hank to sort out this mess but it appeared that, wherever she was, it wasn’t where she was supposed to be. ]

             ”Listen, kid-, I need to talk to Hank ‘cause this fucked up universe is bullshit ‘n I just wanna get out ‘a here.”

[ Talking another singular step forward she leaned into him and bared her teeth, sharpened incisors gleaming proudly as her next words came out in a sort of growl.]

                                                                       ”—Where is Hank McCoy?”

[ Hank's eyes violently narrowed over in a condensed rage. Magneto? Oh what a Brotherhood induced statement. Erik was just as human as the cruelty of humanity overtook him. He was nothing above. More than likely a man so buried below. ... They'd been allies once. His fingers clenched tightly into the calloused flesh of his palms. ... He may have one day called him friend. His voice resembled that of ice as he could feel the slow rush of absolute rage crawl up his body, causing the jugular vein of his neck to start pounding, nearly irrationally so. So cold, a part of himself he'd worked so hard to bury under facade. ]

" ... Erik. Oh I know Erik. Magneto? Pfft -- He is nothing. Cacophony in hopes to plan his war. -- He is nothing but a filthy traitor."

[ His hands shook in disgusting rage. The coldness touching him was sending a fear shooting up his whole body. He was scaring himself. His face suddenly dropped to turn a sheet white, nearly sickly. Suppression had pulled him under, his physicality may not have fazed, but the sudden rage still lived. Was this what exile did to him? Was this what the underlying war was turning him into? Something he cowered to. His eyes turned a slight tint red as the rage had soaked in the sting of the tears of his reaching towards salvation of himself. ]

"... I'm done with games. I'm never going to support you. Never. You believe in utter genocide and they call me the Beast.."

[ His words spat out in sarcastic twinge. His head starting to hammer on his skull as the woman leaned into him, baring teeth like incisors. Calm McCoy... This isn't you... Dig yourself out... Be rational... Please... His complexion started to become not white, but drained, like he life had been sucked right out of him. His veins coursing dangerously as his toes curled inside his leather loafers. His teeth suddenly inverting in, his lips pressing together to the point of pressing into colorless lines. ]

"-- I am Hank McCoy. ... And I can promise you, if your motley crew even dares to touch those children, I will be personable enough to rip you to shreds myself."

[ Then suddenly, his eyes flashed a sudden yellow, his pump underneath his suit overcoat pumping serum back up his body to force reversion. The sudden burst nearly buckling him down to his knees, his hands pressing fully into the brick wall behind him, fingers digging about the corners. ]

[curtis-ballard]

Your body is made of the same elements that lionesses are built from. Three quarters of you is the same kind of water that beats rocks to rubble, wears stones away. Your DNA translates into the same twenty amino acids that wolf genes code for. When you look in the mirror and feel weak, remember, the air you breathe in fuels forest fires capable of destroying everything they touch. On the days you feel ugly, remember: diamonds are only carbon. You are so much more.

[beastlyformulation-blog]

Vampire.

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

"-- No."

The answer was much too easy. Nearly disturbingly so. He had struggled enough living with himself - he couldn't imagine the immensity of a life time. To forever be caught in himself, watching the few things he clinged to slowly pass by him as his steps would only grow heavier and heavier. To live with oneself for an eternity, it seemed to ring as the worst of fates. The worst of sins. No pity or escape from the inevitable pain an everlasting could offer. However, his lips just pursed slowly to release a brief one line,

"-- It's just illogical."

[beastlyformulation-blog]

just--logan:

                      [ Tired is what Logan was. All she wanted to do was speak to Hank, possibly berate him for the elongated game of cat and mouse that he had unwittingly disposed upon her, and then promptly bribe him into buying their first round; all that would come as soon as she tracked him down. It was embarrassing for a moment, to think that not even her nose could manage to find him -one that was so aptly tuned to the scents of others that it was sometimes a detriment towards ignorance- but in place of her lost pride she simply looked the boy over with scrutinizing gaze. ]

                                   ”Yeah-, friend…”                   “Ya ain’t got any ‘a those or somethin’?”

         [ It was clear that he either had no clue what she was talking about or was simply stalling her. ]                                                     { waste of time. }

" Listen, kid. If ya see Hank ‘round ya mind tellin’ him Logan’s lookin’ for him?"                                                   “Stealthy son of a bitch has been dodgin’ me for days.”

[ Hank's eyebrows furrowed quietly, leaving a crease about his forehead. All of it was much too uncanny... Blue... Glasses... Hank... His fingers couldn't help but snake up behind his back and rub his neck uncomfortably, his fingers playing over the small raised pin point scarrings. His movements were rigid, entirely stiff and a try at being mechanic. It was all in the process of remaining neutral - completely set in a routine to leave no evidence in terms of emotional physicalities. However, his head played like pounding drums. ]

{ Panic. }

[ His body automatically fell into swift back tracking, the slow snaking of dexterity pulling himself backwards. It was suspicion... Too much suspicion. Erik had sent enough - agents, tools - trying to shake his opinion upon the underground war. And he knew it wasn't Charles -- with the ability to snake through a mind, this seemed much too uncomfortably formulated. ]

[ She may not have posed threat, but he never forgot a face -- that was curse enough. Maybe Erik had taken this to a whole new threatening height. Twisting the slow grip he'd tried so hard to build about his mind. He couldn't help as his teeth slowly chewed at the corner of his mouth, an uncomfortably uncharscteristic aggression slipped out. He'd left to escape this. Escape the war. Follow Charles' idea of complete faith in the human race. This didn't need to be a war. ]

" -- Tell Erik I'm not interested. I have no time for your petty games."

[beastlyformulation-blog]

#out of the fury

[ My goodness, is that even comprehensible? I swear Math lives in a whole world of its own and unfortunately I'm not that multi-lingual. I'm so sorry about the delayed responses from the inbox Of which I haven't checked since maybe last night, I'm so sorry about that. and the lovely drafts lingering about. You're out one day from school and Math grows a whole new definition. My goodness, the wonders. *clutches cup of coffee* ]

[ Anyways if I'm missing anything important in terms of replies/starters, never be afraid to let me know. What can I say? It's the holidays, I'm scatter brained and just live in my ugly Christmas sweater and Michael Bublè Christmas albums. xP So anyways, hopefully I shall be back later if my brain hasn't died on computations. xoxoxo mun cass ]

[abyssinal--archive]

“What a dirty, rotten soul you have — “

[beastlyformulation-blog]

Tell me something I don't know.His hands tightened about his fingertips, pressing them to the usual design of the cool metal lab tables. Nobody just waltzed into these places. Let alone menacing figures playing on some double edged sword of insanity. But who was to say he wasn't falling to his very own insanity?

His lips pursed together slowly, forcing his throat to cough down about anything that strayed him off the line of neutrality. Casting away fear, uncomfortable suspension -- He slowly forced out his syllables in a hauntingly tense tone of emotionless request, "... -- Might I ask what warrants your authorization here?" His eyes never met the other, keeping himself downcast.

They did say the eyes were the windows into the soul.

[buzzfeed]

[imaginegeorgeskirk]

I fucking love this man!

[naughty-khan-deactivated2013122]

I love him

[beastlyformulation-blog]

ϟ Monsters-themed Asks!

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?

Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?

[thefirelessphoenix]

Reblog if you are a Fantastic Four or Marvel Roleplay Blog!

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[hxwlett-deactivated20150417]

- beastlyformulation

[hxwlett-deactivated20150417]

                      Hey, kid!”        [ Perhaps a less than mannerful greeting but Logan had been following Hank’s trail for what seemed like hours-, only to leave her staring into the fresh face of a young man who smelled alarmingly like him. ]                                    ”I’m looking for a friend ‘a mine…you seen him?”  ”Big. Blue. Glasses.””

[beastlyformulation-blog]

[ Hank set his body to freeze as he heard the abrupt greeting. His shoulders rounded off to stiffen uncomfortably. His neck craned slightly over his shoulder to meet the shadowed over figure over the woman's voice. Her voice held a familiar veracity, something of untamed nature, and calling forth attention. ]

"Uh... Me?"

[ His dumbfounded response, leaving him a bit vulnerable. Most greetings this past year hadn't accumulated much in the manner of good feeling. Whether it was moving out into a new sanction of the world or Erik had tried sending another ploy... He'd found himself holding a lack in trust among the outside world. If anything, he could only trust Charles if it were ever called upon since Cuba. He'd taken a quick round about to face the producer of the abrupt call forth. Blue? Glasses? He couldn't help the slight tilt of his head... It was uncanny in similarity. He highly doubted there were many temperament adolescents with a repressed alter-ego... -- More like a cursed formulation. ]

"-- Friend of yours?"

[ Not many people had seen him in that physicality. Although her demeanor yet entrancing and forth set, she wasn't threatening. Too tame in the likes of what Erik had tended to happen upon his whereabouts. But, no one could be too careful... Especially when you fell under the moniker of the mutated. The world could be a cold place. ... Further prodding seemed logical. ]

[beastlyformulation-blog]

                                                I’ve got {demons} in my head,

                                                n i g h t m a r e s in my dreams

                                               and - DARKNESS - in my heart

                                                     but I’m still s t a n d i n g

[beastlyformulation-blog]

timebombbanner:

It was a bit weird, having Hank around, if Bruce was honest. It wasn’t that he found the man himself to be strange — in fact, Bruce quite liked him, even if he was a bit too far on the stubborn side to be exactly easy to be around and had a habit of touching everything. Still, he was one of Xavier’s kids, and, more than that, he was smart in a scientific as well as a quite practical way. So Bruce was happy to have him around, just so long as he didn’t provoke Tony on the occasions that the billionaire came down to this particular lab.

Bruce glanced over at Hank, noting that the younger was deep in thought. At the response, Bruce nodded, turning back to the screen. “See, that’s what I said, too. Though I suppose at this point I shouldn’t be surprised at anything — I’ve double and triple checked the readings, but they’re accurate, unless the equipment is screwy.” And the equipment was not screwy. It was Stark tech — Stark tech was never screwy.

"They’ve been this way for about an hour and a half. I’d have called you down, but I thought the equipment might have been acting up, or it was some kind of prank, but Tony’s the only one who would do that and he’s in Malibu." He turned to Hank again. "The weirdest part is that.." He slid his fingers over the screen, changing some of the views.  "See, it’s concentrated to one small area, just outside the city. If it was something like radiation it would spread, but its been confided to that one area for the whole time I’ve been watching it." He sighed. "Maybe I should tell Fury."

The spiking and declining numbers started etching into his brain, trying to find a formulaic concept under the rubble. Numbers in such small concentration could only build in areas of high sustainability. Heightening electromagnetic fields forcing sudden imbalances to send halt to purification. Banner had lost him in the numbers. His reactions resorting to sudden nodding off, continual affirmation of words that flew right past his ears. He was honed in and set into connection. If the numbers were doing continual climbing and continual dropping, it could in all possible means be a moving object? His hands quickly motioned for the screen to enlarge and take up the empty space between equipment monitors. Zooming out into fuller perspective. It nearly represented a condensed wave. Like a lake had turned to ripples before their very eyes. In most practical analogy.

"-- Banner" He started in hesitant progression. Hank wasn't exactly accustom to much company. Most of his time had created a social cue fall to the waist side, not that he'd been entirely fantastic before. Was that really what a few years alone with fleeting acquaintances left you? Nearly flabbergasted dumb. "... Obviously the numbers haven't changed within the frame. And we all know Stark; quite the perfectionist in his own right... Never tends to fail..." Now he was just rambling off thought, his ears working in the matter of words going straight in but following straight out just as quickly. His figures motioning to thorough scan over. He needed a fuller picture. A more abrupt image. "Obviously we have a sector of high activity in condensation. Typically rather impossible in cases of -- Fury?" Now that cut him off. Let alone seeing the man as pure legend, he'd never necessarily met his employer. It was more of a shrouded relationship if deemed anything. "-- Give me a minute." And a man who couldn't always trust one to the face wasn't easy at trusting shadows.

Charles Xavier's kid for sure. Stubborn past his own good. Intimidating in the nature of his heavy thinking, "-- If we're talking condensation we may be talking emittance? From a singular source, yes?" His thoughts exceeded his age, the experience behind his ancient eyes holding very untrue to his exterior persona. Forced to grow up too fast. "We may be talking my division -- spikes and drops at a continuum are highly unusual in the case of an object, unless created under mental flexing of the subconscious..." Yes, SHIELD had held his secrets under lock and key, but they were only human. Yes, he believed in every goodness in humanity, he would go to his grace believing in it all, but if his hypothetical thinking was linking to a track, he knew any set of full strategic agents would only lead to worse consequences than was required. Nobody needed to get hurt because suppressant was the first line of thought. The actually thinking had to come first.

[wearyvoices]

We are the children of the atom. Radiation gave birth to mutants. What will kill the humans will only make us stronger.

[cyanerd-deactivated20170528]

[thelostdocter]

Don’t hate on anyone but show them love

[bisexualbacon]

I’m not gay but this is one rule of my blog.

[timebombbanner]

       ”…Hey… Hey, come look at these energy readings.” Bruce frowned. “They’re… really weird.”

[beastlyformulation-blog]

Hank's fingers slowly traced across the cool metal lab counter tops. It had been sometime, but he'd found himself back into the SHIELD laboratory sanction. He travelled all the time. From New York City to Afghanistan, the continual moving and shuffling through the notions. So, it felt nice to be somewhere familiar, with a familiar face. It hadn't been long, but he'd worked with Banner on a project or two at his initial hiring into the program. The personal exile was well enough, but it was always nice to feel familiar.

His fingers continued to trail as he reached the monitor. Adjusting his glasses, although, they were more for show and something to hold onto for sentiment, despite being unrequired in terms of the few underlying of his accelerated mutations. Taking a careful look his lips pressed together into a straight line of methodical thought. His eyes played over the statistics - over and over - he whispered quietly under his breath, "That can't be right... That can't possibly be right..."

The numbers were completely out of wack. Spiking up dangerously and dropping down in horrid declinations. That couldn't be right. It was impossible. He set the computer to run back through them. Despite being a man of genetics, he certainly could poke about with computers. His eyebrows creasing uncomfortably as he kept his eyes glued to the screen but a brief question touched the air, "Might I ask - How'd these numbers come about?" His fingers were running over the keys in quick succession, trying to pull out the bug, "-- And how long have they been like this?"

[myintriguing]

[lokid-merlins-67-tardis-at-221b]

ishsweeney:

myintriguing:

My friends decided to take a lovely pic for the Westboro Baptist Church. They’re not gay but they support gay rights

This is the most gangsta shit I have ever seen on tumblr

[starsandsoufflesarchive]

Pro Tip for Roleplayers:

           Right now, a lot of you are getting that god-awful grey box in place of your gifs and icons. After using the image upload option, go into HTML editor and add an s after the HTTP of the image URL and put a 31. in front of the media in place of what’s there, or if nothing’s there, you shouldn’t get the grey box. Example.

Grey Box.

as opposed to this.