YOU CAN'T KILL AN IDEA.

independent RP blog for marvel's scott summers.

[costcokhakis]

SCOTT "CYCLOPS" SUMMERS, leader, soldier, activist, X-Man, Costco member, and Kohl's cash hoarder. Emits a low hum like a bad refrigerator. Characterisation is predominantly inspired by the '00s - '10s X-Men comics (until Cyke's death), Edidin's '20 Marvels Snapshots issue, Paknadel's '26 Cyclops run, and X-Men '97. I don't know anything else about 616!Cyke post-revival and can't be arsed. Happy to write X-Men: Evolution, XMCU, and Marvel Rivals-related material, though.

Written by Chris, 21+. I'm a pro-shipper / anti-anti / whatever. Crosscanon, OCs, and non-mutuals are always welcome here as long as you're respectful. Please hardblock me if you hate what you see. Smut kinklist here.

[costcokhakis]

Her father was out. The kettle was on. She had made a pie of some kind — rhubarb, perhaps — and left it cooling in the open window. Eva's pretty eyes admired the flowering vine creeping over her hand as she thought about it all. God, when was she going to wake up from this dream ? who said she could be happy ? she, once the good - intentioned headache of every government known to man ? the freak ?

Eva looked up when his shadow crossed over her, still kneeling in her garden ( an almost silly word when it contained more plants and life than most conservatories ). A breeze tossed her red hair, red like the blooms opening along her arm.

❝Scott,❞ she breathed, unable to help her smile. Eva wanted so desperately to be kissed that it made her chest tight, but she remained cross - legged on the ground. Rooted.

@signofourtimes, unprompted.

When the door wasn't opened for him after he knocked, Scott knew there was only one place to find his girl. So despite the faint scent of blueberries hanging in the air, he walked around the property until he was standing in Karl and Eva's garden.

Scott's lips pulled into a smile as soon as he caught sight of her. The insistent throb in his head was, briefly, joined by a more gentle throb of his heart.

He didn't say anything at first, content with just looking. The potted hibiscus he'd brought with him (a mutated version with blue and yellow polka-dots, allegedly) was a souvenir from Scott's recent trip to the mutant nation of Genosha. Between having to speak with Magneto and discussing the politics that came with a nation representing their kind, Scott was exhausted. The only bright star in that whole excursion had been the plant he'd found for her.

Eventually, he approached, and the look Eva gave him made the back of his neck warm in a mix of embarrassment and delight.

"Looks like someone's having a good day," he said, crouching to meet Eva's height. Scott kissed her soft, even if on the withdrawal his teeth scraped her lip.

The tips of their noses brushed. "I drove up here as soon as the Blackbird landed. Don't ask me what time it is.

"I missed you, Eva."

[costcokhakis]

@knightslugers, closed starter.

Scott likes to think it isn't too obvious when he gets nervous. That he's perfected the act of being reliable and upstanding-- all reasonable things to desire for a boy on the cusp of turning the big one-eight. But it's not often that he's the one the Professor sends to meet with mutants in the hopes of getting them to enroll, and much as he tries not to question the man's decisions (Professor Xavier is absolute, after all), he does consider how much more successful this would be if any of his other teammates went in his place.

Jean, for one thing, is far better at channelling her kindness. Bobby could at least make him laugh. Hank could answer any question this kid's got, and while Warren's a bit of a snob, Scott's recently learned about the concept of "pretty privilege". All in all, any of the other X-Men would be better suited for this assignment, and yet...

It's now or never, Summers.

It's Scott hitting the buzzer, and it's Scott who answers once someone asks after him.

"Hi, my name's Scott." Okay. So far so good. "I think Mr. Redfield might've mentioned me? I'm one of the Professor's-- I mean, one of CharlAaghhg..."

Nope, we're not calling him "Charles" any time soon. Scott clears his throat and tries again.

"...one of Professor Xavier's colleagues. Sorry. I know I'm early, but hopefully that's okay."

[heustons]

Jacob Elordi as Julius On Swift Horses (2024) dir. Daniel Minahan

[costcokhakis]

"Darling, what are those?"

@frostandchere ( emma ), unprompted.

Turning from where he'd straightened out three pairs of khakis on their bed, Scott offers Emma an almost boyish smile.

"I bought some new pants, babe. Just had to make sure there weren't problems with any of them before the return window passed."

Scott looks back at the clothes laid out in front of him, hands resting lightly on his hips. To the right of where he stands, a re-usable bag with a few folded button shirts and tees in them stands atop two boxes of Skechers sneakers (on sale).

"One pair's for me," he says, "but I thought those Winchester boys we took in were overdue for something new.

"Everything they own looks so old... I thought it'd be nice."

[usergambit]

CYCLOPS Marvel Rivals - Season 8

[costcokhakis]

“ i know that look. ”

with a sigh ( and a fond smile ), jean closes the gap between them. a quick kiss is pressed against his lips in greeting and then, like a queen atop her throne, she takes a seat on scott's lap. with her arm now draped around his shoulders, her fingers gently dance along the back of his neck.

“ you want to tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours, or do i have to find out for myself? ”

( she's joking, of course. )

@endsonginferno, unprompted.

"You say that like I mind when you're in my head, darling."

If anything, Scott almost prefers it. Hank claims it's an issue that'd lead to some eventual codependency, but how could Scott not want it? He's never felt safer than when Jean was part of him, living in him; for all that he's fucked in the head, she's never thought him ugly, and there's a security in that. Something empowering.

"I'm just tired," Scott says, "I think." He leans forward, resting his temple on Jean's shoulder, and sighs.

"I hate talking to the press. All the things they might take out of context... we have to make this place look good, Jean. A place parents would trust their kids in."

Scott's arms tighten around Jean's waist.

"I've been worrying about it since they left."

[comics-r-4-gurlz]

Scott “Owner of a Jetpack” Summers

[jennipond]

"the hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood."

"but they cradled me, yes?"

[wellnoe]

scott summers soup autism sketch

late night soup

[id in ALT]

[fyeahinhumans]

- Love you, Slim. - Love you too, pal.

[roguestorm]

I told you I needed you.

[falldogs]

Scott Summers 

[tess-mercer]

[costcokhakis]

WHAT WAS THE REVOLUTION, SCOTT?

"OUR LAST CHANCE. OKAY? We have nothing left but threats! We fought for them and they hate us! We fought alongside them and they kill our children in the streets! We pack up and move to an island and they destroy it! We move to another one and the fucking Avengers storm the fucking beaches! We're supposed to be the next step of human evolution yet we've become an endangered species. We're everything they are not and we're a shadow of our former selves! All we have left is threats. The threat of revolution! The threat of a fight that we hope they don't want! So, yes, I got in front of any camera that would show my face and I looked their world in the eye and told them-- They better leave us alone... I stood on the bridge of the Helicarrier and I threatened them... Because nothing. Else. Has. Worked. Xavier is gone. Logan is gone. I watched Xavier die at my feet and I thought if I don't do something to kick-start it... The dream is really, truly dead."

NAME: Scott Taylor Summers CALLSIGN: Cyclops AGE: Typically played from late twenties to early thirties

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