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@dougfromxmen
"Technically I’m a New Mutant, not really an X-Man. I hope no one gives me a hard time about that."
A private, independent RP blog for Doug "Cypher" Ramsey from Marvel Comics
Written by Sam, 31, he/her.
Crossovers and OCs welcome!
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I wrote it in a discord reply and it kinda made me realize that being fused with Warlock is like being slightly high for Doug. I think Warlock feels emotions to an alien degree of extremes and in an alien way, and having it there in the background of Doug's mind all the time is like making him a little @_@. Like an taking a THC gummy but it's fusing with your best friend. He started doing it on Krakoa for practical reasons but post-Krakoa he's doing it because he's too bummed to be alone.
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Doug and Warlock's relationship is extremely queer. Some weird alien fusion combo of being poly and queerplatonic and kind of the same person all at once. They are selfsoulfriends, and they both know what that means, even if nobody around them does. Doug is free to seek romantic relationships with other people because what Warlock and Doug have is both unique from and similar to such a concept at the same time. That's not to say Warlock never gets jealous, he does sometimes, but... Are they in a relationship? Well, they're in a type of relationship. Is it ok to hit on Doug in front of Warlock? Only if Doug seems into it, or Warlock will kick your ass.
I'm thinking about how Doug would fight (fast and lots of burst damage) and it made me think that it's kinda funny that they just completely dropped him fusing with Warlock as a combat thing. It made perfect sense, Warlock is extremely powerful and can hold his own in a fight, but after he died Doug just went "ok no more fights" and stopped doing it. He just lets Warlock handle it now. I think if he were in a combat situation now that he's always fused with Warlock it would probably come up again though.
Wow I had no idea Warlock was in the 90s X-Men cartoon until we got to his episode! I've seen screencaps of him in that art style before, I guess this is where it's from!
I think when Doug and Warlock are fused Warlock is just constantly doing little things to make Doug more comfortable. He's regulating his temperature with the T-O virus, he's untensing the muscles that Doug is unconsciously anxiety-tensing, etc. Doug is simply the most important thing in the world to Warlock and he is always doing everything he can to help him.
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Doug is bisexual and has never had any kind of gay crisis about it. He wasn't having much sex before the Krakoa era, but he's been surrounded by hot, cool, heroic, capable people in tight costumes since his adolescence. He is pretty aware of his attraction to both men and women and other (Warlock.) He's always just kind of been like, yeah ok.
"Do you ever feel like your life is not your own?"
Huh? The voice was soft, quiet. So quiet Doug wasn't completely sure he'd heard it. But when Doug looked over his shoulder, he saw a woman, alone on a park bench. She had murmured the words to herself.
She was in civilian clothes, like Doug, and had obviously been crying. That alone was enough to convince Doug to stop.
"Is everything okay?" Doug didn't realize until he spoke and unconsciously mirrored it and did the same that she had been speaking in Romani. That was unusual in this area. She also looked oddly familiar, but Doug couldn't place her. "Were you talking to me?"
Carefully, cautiously he closed the distance and rested his hands on the back of the park bench. "'Cause I do. Everybody does. I've been there before, believe me."
Doug pointed at empty space on the park bench next to her. "You mind if I sit? You seem like you need somebody to talk to."
"My friend would be dead if I hadn't," replied Doug without a moment's hesitation. "So yes. I'd do it again, even if I knew for a fact this time I wasn't coming back."
Doug wrapped his arms around himself, leaning back against the bench.
"I never knew I was a mutant until my friends from Xavier's school told me. My power's so subtle, I just thought I was different in some undefinable way from everyone around me. But finding out I was a mutant... It made everything make sense. It gave me friends worth dying for."
He straightened up. The gentle smile had not left his face. It didn't even occur to him that it might be strange to smile while you talked about your own death. To him, it had been inevitable; if he hadn't made the choices he did, Rahne would have died instead of him. And that was unacceptable.
"Xavier isn't always right. He sure didn't save me, but Xavier isn't the be-all end-all of mutants. The real important part of being a mutant is that you aren't alone, whether you're part of the school or not."
Having not lived in America tjay long, she hadn't stumbled across many people like this man. Yet as he sold this idea of unity and sacrifice with that ever lasting smile, she couldn't help but think of those mormons and scientologist she had been warned off.
"Erik said something similar."
Her options were limited. She truly had nowhere else she could go without the government snatching her up, and anyone who she could even consider worked for the government.
"Fine, i will try this place. But if they start singing hymns or reciting prayers at the table, I will be leaving. Immediately."
Doug laughed. "I don't care if you go or not. I wasn't talking about the school." He assessed her again and thought about it; she did seem to be in over her head, whatever was going on with her. "Though, if you need help, it's probably a good place to get some. But it wasn't what I meant."
Doug held out his hands to gesture. His caught sight of his left hand, the one fused with Warlock, poking out of his hoodie sleeve being very visibly techno-organic. Well, if she hadn't already seen it, there was no point in hiding it now.
"What I'm talking about is you know, like, mutant brotherhood." He put his hands back down; his smile grew sheepish. It sounded kind of silly and reductive when he put it so bluntly. "You know, like, 'united in world that hates and fears us,' that kind of thing." He chuckled again, nervously. "I don't know if that's been your experience. But for me at least, meeting other mutants was the best thing that ever happened to me."
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Could be their orientation, gander identity, how involved they are in their community, if they're poly, or a lot of other things
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Doug felt a lot of responsibility for the mutants on Krakoa. He had worked so hard to get here. He had put his heart and soul into his part in making Krakoa what it was, and he wanted everyone else to be as happy on Krakoa as he was.
He hadn't had a voice, because Krakoa hadn't said anything, but he had been at the meeting that lead to the creation of a therapeutic team of antisocial mutants. Doug didn't trust Mr. Sinister as far as he could throw him--and he could not throw Mr. Sinister at all--but he warmed to the idea of redeeming troublemakers. If he could help with that, it might assauge some of his personal guilt for Sabretooth in the Pit.
There was one member of the new Hellions in particular, the only one who'd been on the old Hellions, that Doug felt he had a chance to get through to. Empath. Amara had always liked him... Doug distinctly remembered the time Dani had pulled her desire for Empath out of her mind. Doug had never seen the appeal. He had never been anything but unpleasant to Doug when they were on opposing teams, but Doug was willing to let bygones be bygones if he could get Empath to talk it out.
On Krakoa, all mutants had a fresh start. Doug believed in the ideals of Krakoa with all his heart. Empath deserved his fresh start as much as anyone. He just needed a little help breaking old habits. Doug thought maybe he could be that help.
Krakoa had told him what beach Manuel could be found on. It was a secluded one, mostly wild, that few people came to. Manuel was laying on beach chair in very little other than a small bathing suit, tanning.
Doug awkwardly stopped near him, careful not to get in his sun. He felt overdressed and awkward in full uniform and jacket and boots. He wasn't hot, because Warlock was regulating their body temperature through manipulation of the techno-organic virus, but he could feel the sun on his blond head and was slightly concerned about burning.
"Hi, Manuel," he said. "It's Doug. Been awhile! I was, uh... at your assignment to the new Hellions..."
But you're still acting like an asshole, so I don't think you get that this is supposed to be your redemption arc, Doug didn't say.
"Are you, you know... Having trouble adjusting to Krakoa?"
Eyes closed, he can hear someone approaching before he can see who it is. More so, he can feel their emotions- concern, anxiety, annoyance, primarily. A feeling that Manuel isn't living up to his full potential, that he's wasting his life, that they want to help him but they don't know how and they're just a touch terrified to make an attempt. Either his mom found her way to Krakoa or-
He opens his eyes and squints up at Doug. That checks out. Not enough resentment to be his mom.
“What the fuck? No.”
God, Doug was annoying. Cute, but annoying. Briefly, Manuel considers overwhelming him with feelings of anxiety and shyness- something to make him talk less and just stand around serving his proper function as eye candy.
“Is this a therapy thing? I thought the point of making me be a productive member of society is that it was in lieu of doing a therapy thing.”
It had been so long since he talked to Manuel, Doug had almost forgotten what he was like. Almost. He crossed his arms, shifting his stance in the sand.
"It's not a therapy thing," he insisted, "though frankly you could use a therapy thing. But, still, even if I sent you to a psychiatrist, I'm reasonably sure you would just take them over and make them prescribe you drugs. You don't exactly respect people's autonomy, do you?"
He shifted again, uncomfortably. He didn't like standing over Manuel like this. It made him feel like he was lecturing him. Which he kind of was, but he didn't think of himself as above Manuel, not really. All mutants were supposed to be equal on Krakoa. Doug sighed and sat down on the sand next to him.
"That's kind of the problem. When's the last time you had a conversation with someone without taking them over with your power? We've been talking for less than two minutes and I bet you're already thinking about using it on me."
He hugged his knees to his chest and leaned back. He could feel Warlock's concern that they were vulnerable to Manuel's power flow through him, but he mentally reassured him (and himself) that everything would be fine. He wasn't going to think about that time Empath made Tom and Sharon fuck until they couldn't fuck anymore, for seemingly no other reason than because he could. He wouldn't do that to Doug. He was already on thin ice with the Quiet Council. And if he did anything too questionable to Doug, Krakoa would swoop in to his rescue. He had to stop being anxious about what might happen or Manuel was going to feel it and sense weakness.
Doug shielded his eyes from the sun. How should he put this? Was there any way to put it that wouldn't just cause Manuel to get bored and make Doug take his clothes off or attack Warlock or something? "I'm gonna be real with you, Manuel," he said. "You're a huge dick. I just want to help you be a little bit less of a dick."
He tried to soften the blow with an acknowledgment that at least one person believed in him. "I know you're capable of it. Amara always liked you."
Little doodle of furry Doug
"Do you ever feel like your life is not your own?"
Huh? The voice was soft, quiet. So quiet Doug wasn't completely sure he'd heard it. But when Doug looked over his shoulder, he saw a woman, alone on a park bench. She had murmured the words to herself.
She was in civilian clothes, like Doug, and had obviously been crying. That alone was enough to convince Doug to stop.
"Is everything okay?" Doug didn't realize until he spoke and unconsciously mirrored it and did the same that she had been speaking in Romani. That was unusual in this area. She also looked oddly familiar, but Doug couldn't place her. "Were you talking to me?"
Carefully, cautiously he closed the distance and rested his hands on the back of the park bench. "'Cause I do. Everybody does. I've been there before, believe me."
Doug pointed at empty space on the park bench next to her. "You mind if I sit? You seem like you need somebody to talk to."
"My friend would be dead if I hadn't," replied Doug without a moment's hesitation. "So yes. I'd do it again, even if I knew for a fact this time I wasn't coming back."
Doug wrapped his arms around himself, leaning back against the bench.
"I never knew I was a mutant until my friends from Xavier's school told me. My power's so subtle, I just thought I was different in some undefinable way from everyone around me. But finding out I was a mutant... It made everything make sense. It gave me friends worth dying for."
He straightened up. The gentle smile had not left his face. It didn't even occur to him that it might be strange to smile while you talked about your own death. To him, it had been inevitable; if he hadn't made the choices he did, Rahne would have died instead of him. And that was unacceptable.
"Xavier isn't always right. He sure didn't save me, but Xavier isn't the be-all end-all of mutants. The real important part of being a mutant is that you aren't alone, whether you're part of the school or not."
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Video games are a brain rotting, childish, waste of time and productivity.
Erik's aim wasn't the greatest, but he shot at Namor with gusto. The others were quick to follow his orders to shoot at him and the rest. Did Doug know why Magneto hated Namor so much? He was pretty sure he didn't.
"Okay, now advance on the point to join Magik... Great job, everyone!"
"This is going surprisingly well." Doug smiled, room "Are you trying to teach me something?"
"They're respawning. Your skills are off cooldown now, so throw up another barrier and defend the team while you capture it. Oh! A Spider-Man just snuck up and got Karma. Someone else get him, and everyone else cover the point while she respawns! He's moving a lot, difficult to hit, but he can't beat all five of you. His team's going to be there any second though!"
“It’s rather odd to be taking orders from someone else. Especially when that someone happens to be you.”
It’s not said with malice.
But you seem to know what you are doing here. I haven’t actively played a game like this since arcades were all the rage and it was—
Goddamn it!
Irritating little arachnid. Seems they modelled that one very keenly off real life as well.
I have you covered.
Destroy him.”
Doug wanted to hear about Erik's time in the arcades, to be honest. He couldn't imagine someone like him playing video games, but here he was watching him furiously shoot at Spider-Man, so he guessed that was out of the window.
"They're back. Team, push forward and hold as much distance from the payload as you can. One person stay back and keep the payload moving while everyone else defends from further up."
They were doing surprisingly well. Maybe skill on the battlefield actually did translate to skill in video games, if not the other way around. Doug still wouldn't know what to do in a combat situation, no matter how many payloads he'd pushed to victory.
"You're all doing great. Just keep the payload moving and we'll--Ah! Namor's got Sunspot low now! Throw yourself in-between them and throw a barrier with F!"
“That traitorous fiend!
I take back what I said earlier. The depictions in this game are amazingly accurate. At least when it comes to personality and tactics.
We need more offence.
You should concentrate all of your forces and give the opposing team a hailstorm that cannot be avoided.
If they can be overpowered, you won’t have to worry about battle exhaustion.
The fight will already be won.
I will catch their fire.
Where the hell is ‘F’?”
"Uh, okay. Sure.
F is... You know what, never mind, he's fine.
The payload just hit the second checkpoint. All you guys have to do is keep control of it until you reach the end of the map.
Awesome job, everyone! If this were a real fight the world would be well on its way to being saved! Maybe I should lead a real mission next time.
That was a joke. None of you would ever listen to a word I say in a real battle, and you would be well within your rights for that. Anyway!"
"Ooh, the enemy tank switched to Magneto, too. You're winning, so he's trying to use the same tactics. Everyone keep firing, you're almost done!"
“The audacity!
The insult!
Who do they think they are? A sad attempt to emulate that which they could never be.
They wish to make it personal.
Now it’s personal.
This is worse than being body snatched by a shape shifter.
And they have chosen THAT outfit.
Failure is not an option. Our victory will be swift and imminent”…
"Um..."
He was really laying into that other Magneto. Even once he respawned, he just went right back to it.
"...Yeah, you guys got it, I think."
The enemy team never really recovered from the proving of the superior Magneto. Everyone else seemed to pick up on his energy and follow through with it.
"Just keep doing... All of that."
VICTORY! cheered the screen.
"You won!" Doug was grinning big. That was exciting for him. He was probably never going to get that many teammates in a group at the same time ever again. "Awesome job, guys, you totally kicked their butts."
A message popped up in match chat from the enemy team from the enemy Spider-Man.
"Oh, they're saying, um... 'GG no heals'... And now now they're, uh, they're telling the Namor on their team to kill themselves. I hope Namor doesn't speak Portuguese."
I have to reread the comic in question, but I think it's likely Doug was really traumatized by that time he told Warlock to take a bunch of racists' lifeglows. (He already has nightmares about turning evil or accidentally taking his friend's lifeglows, I am certain that in no way got worse!) It was the first time he ever killed, and he definitely thinks of himself as the murderer and not Warlock, though he also feels so guilty he made Warlock a murderer at the same time. I am certain he still thinks about it and whether or not it was the right thing to do, even years later, and he would hesitate to do it again if he could see any other choice. Even after killing someone, he's still so soft.
I've been thinking about how the T-O virus heals Doug and I think when it comes to non-major wounds it heals slowly enough that he doesn't even realize it's not natural. He's never gotten hurt super badly since he died, so it's so funny to me that Doug is immortal and he has absolutely no idea. The most fragile kind of invulnerability because he can and will still get his ass beat to a pulp, he'll just eventually come back from it. That's appropriate for him, though. He takes it on the chin.
Video games are a brain rotting, childish, waste of time and productivity.
Erik's aim wasn't the greatest, but he shot at Namor with gusto. The others were quick to follow his orders to shoot at him and the rest. Did Doug know why Magneto hated Namor so much? He was pretty sure he didn't.
"Okay, now advance on the point to join Magik... Great job, everyone!"
"This is going surprisingly well." Doug smiled, room "Are you trying to teach me something?"
"They're respawning. Your skills are off cooldown now, so throw up another barrier and defend the team while you capture it. Oh! A Spider-Man just snuck up and got Karma. Someone else get him, and everyone else cover the point while she respawns! He's moving a lot, difficult to hit, but he can't beat all five of you. His team's going to be there any second though!"
“It’s rather odd to be taking orders from someone else. Especially when that someone happens to be you.”
It’s not said with malice.
But you seem to know what you are doing here. I haven’t actively played a game like this since arcades were all the rage and it was—
Goddamn it!
Irritating little arachnid. Seems they modelled that one very keenly off real life as well.
I have you covered.
Destroy him.”
Doug wanted to hear about Erik's time in the arcades, to be honest. He couldn't imagine someone like him playing video games, but here he was watching him furiously shoot at Spider-Man, so he guessed that was out of the window.
"They're back. Team, push forward and hold as much distance from the payload as you can. One person stay back and keep the payload moving while everyone else defends from further up."
They were doing surprisingly well. Maybe skill on the battlefield actually did translate to skill in video games, if not the other way around. Doug still wouldn't know what to do in a combat situation, no matter how many payloads he'd pushed to victory.
"You're all doing great. Just keep the payload moving and we'll--Ah! Namor's got Sunspot low now! Throw yourself in-between them and throw a barrier with F!"
“That traitorous fiend!
I take back what I said earlier. The depictions in this game are amazingly accurate. At least when it comes to personality and tactics.
We need more offence.
You should concentrate all of your forces and give the opposing team a hailstorm that cannot be avoided.
If they can be overpowered, you won’t have to worry about battle exhaustion.
The fight will already be won.
I will catch their fire.
Where the hell is ‘F’?”
"Uh, okay. Sure.
F is... You know what, never mind, he's fine.
The payload just hit the second checkpoint. All you guys have to do is keep control of it until you reach the end of the map.
Awesome job, everyone! If this were a real fight the world would be well on its way to being saved! Maybe I should lead a real mission next time.
That was a joke. None of you would ever listen to a word I say in a real battle, and you would be well within your rights for that. Anyway!"
"Ooh, the enemy tank switched to Magneto, too. You're winning, so he's trying to use the same tactics. Everyone keep firing, you're almost done!"
