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Gabriel Summers: Mutant. Energy Manipulator. Multiverse. 21+ Writer. LGTB Friendly.
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Elemental Artisan
Gabriel Summers: Mutant. Energy Manipulator. Multiverse. 21+ Writer. LGTB Friendly.
Rules and everything you need to know.
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"Looks like we're stuck together."
It was almost comical. How often time itself even seemed to obey the laws of magnetism. Repel and attract. Different particles all derived from the same source.
Xavier had told him. Of course he had. The seemingly secret origin of the young man now standing before him.
“If I had a dollar for every time I was stuck in a less than ideal situation accompanied only by the spawn of Corsair, I would be a very rich man.”
He stood in the dark of that cell, arms crossed tight over his chest, jaw set hard enough to crack granite. The damp air clung to his skin, the walls hummed with some mutant-dampening frequency that made his teeth ache—and across from him sat Magneto, calm as a tombstone. Gabriel didn't know what game was being played, didn't know why he'd been dragged here or what the old man wanted, but he knew the weight of those pale eyes tracking his every twitch. And he knew he hated it.
His fingers flexed at his sides, muscle memory reaching for power that wouldn't come. The absence of it left him raw, peeled back, and he didn't like how exposed that made him feel. Not with Magneto watching like he could see straight through to the parts Gabriel kept buried under rage and stubborn pride.
"Are you seriously talking about parents right now?"
There was something ironically hilarious about the way all three brothers seemed to mirror each other. Like a set of little wooden nesting dolls that went in birth order and were painted slightly different but with the exact same expression.
Unimpressed.
Arms crossed. Brows furrowed. Chest puffed up.
Every one of the Summer’s brood was the same and it was the very reason they all held a fervent dislike for each other.
It was a tragedy that could have been plucked right from the script of a Shakespearean play.
It was more than enough to make Erik laugh. The sound of it starting deep within his chest, rumbling in his throat and easily filling the small holding cell.
“Is there a more intriguing subject of conversation that you would prefer? Wait. Let me guess. This is the part where you tell me all about your grand plan of escape and attempt to take the lead, despite the fact you have no idea what you are doing”…
He stretched out on the thin mattress, one arm behind his head, letting the worn fabric creak under his weight. The collar around his neck was a constant pressure, a reminder of how easily they'd been neutered—but his voice stayed lazy, almost bored, as if the whole situation was beneath him.
"It's quite bold of you to believe you occupy some space in my mind."
His eyes tracked the ceiling, following cracks in the concrete like they were more interesting than the old man across the cell. He did have a plan—half a plan, anyway—but he'd be damned if he'd hand it over just to get slashed at with words. Erik could chew on his own pride for a while. Gabriel had spent too many years being told what to do, being used, being someone else's weapon. He wasn't about to start cooperating now just because the scenery changed.
His fingers drummed against his stomach, slow and deliberate. The Shi'ar wanted them alive, which meant there was a leash on both of them, and that leash could be pulled either direction. He just had to figure out who was holding it.
"Looks like we're stuck together."
It was almost comical. How often time itself even seemed to obey the laws of magnetism. Repel and attract. Different particles all derived from the same source.
Xavier had told him. Of course he had. The seemingly secret origin of the young man now standing before him.
“If I had a dollar for every time I was stuck in a less than ideal situation accompanied only by the spawn of Corsair, I would be a very rich man.”
He stood in the dark of that cell, arms crossed tight over his chest, jaw set hard enough to crack granite. The damp air clung to his skin, the walls hummed with some mutant-dampening frequency that made his teeth ache—and across from him sat Magneto, calm as a tombstone. Gabriel didn't know what game was being played, didn't know why he'd been dragged here or what the old man wanted, but he knew the weight of those pale eyes tracking his every twitch. And he knew he hated it.
His fingers flexed at his sides, muscle memory reaching for power that wouldn't come. The absence of it left him raw, peeled back, and he didn't like how exposed that made him feel. Not with Magneto watching like he could see straight through to the parts Gabriel kept buried under rage and stubborn pride.
"Are you seriously talking about parents right now?"
𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . ( ice breaker )
✧ › Send "Looks like we're stuck together." for a sudden situation forces our muses into close quarters. A great way to break the ice with mutuals you'd like to write with but are nervous to approach!
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ STRAINED FAMILY DYNAMICS-THEMED PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
you're just like your father.
you're just like your mother.
you spent years tearing people in this family down and now you're upset they won't come back?
i can't believe i used to defend you.
you always need someone to blame, and when you can't find one, you make one.
you don't get a medal for finally doing what you should've done years ago.
every apology you've ever given this family came with conditions.
i wasn't trying to start a fight. i was trying to have a conversation.
don't stand there acting shocked. you created this.
you know exactly why i don't come around anymore.
why am i always the one apologizing?
every problem in this family gets traced back to you eventually.
you taught me exactly what kind of person i never wanted to become.
you keep calling us ungrateful. for what, exactly?
we keep pretending this family works.
every family gathering turns into this because of you.
the worst part is that i still wanted you to choose me.
you don't miss me. you miss controlling me.
you taught me what love shouldn't look like.
you never wanted a family. you wanted control.
you're exactly the person you swore you'd never become.
everybody notices it. they just won't say it out loud.
you ruin everything you touch and then wonder why nobody calls.
maybe if you called once in a while, you'd know what's going on.
you don't get to disappear for ten years and come back giving advice.
i didn't ask you to be my parent.
maybe they're gone, but we're still dealing with what they left behind.
we had to learn how to adapt because of you!
if everyone keeps leaving you, maybe the problem isn't everyone else.
you want sympathy for wounds you've spent years giving to us.
i can still hear the way you talked to me when i was a kid.
you're the reason nobody wants to be in the same room anymore.
nobody ever defends me when you're around.
i don't know why you're crying now.
you always have an excuse.
you've been blaming everyone else for so long you've forgotten you're the common denominator.
you didn't protect me.
nobody warned me that forgiveness and trust were different things.
you can yell all you want. it won't change what happened.
nobody told me because they knew i'd be angry.
you forgot my birthday.
i shouldn't have had to raise myself.
you have no idea what was said about you after you left.
don't raise your voice at me.
you've been holding this family hostage with your temper for decades.
i wasn't trying to replace anyone.
i would rather tell a stranger my problems than tell you.
that's your problem. you mistake fear for respect.
nobody asked what i wanted.
funny how you only show up when you need something.
you think being loud makes you right.
you act surprised every time there are consequences.
go ahead and leave. that's what you're best at.
you weren't there, so don't tell me how it felt.
everybody walks on eggshells around you.
you make everything about yourself.
you never even tried to know me.
you've hated me since the day i showed up.
it was easier to blame me than deal with the truth.
you're mad at the wrong person.
you had every opportunity to be better than this.
you're acting exactly like them.
why am i hearing this from everyone except you?
you treat strangers better than your own family.
you lost the right to call yourself family a long time ago.
i became the problem the moment i stopped staying quiet.
you inherited more than just their eyes.
for once in your life, stop defending yourself and listen.
i wish someone had believed me the first time.
i don't owe you forgiveness.
you don't miss me. you miss access to me.
i didn't realize love came with so many conditions.
nobody is attacking you. we're finally holding you accountable.
i spent years cleaning up your messes.
we all learned how to survive you in different ways.
you're not upset about what happened, you're upset people know about it now.
funny. that's not what you told everyone else.
you don't get to rewrite my childhood because the truth embarrasses you.
i've spent my entire life paying for your mistakes.
keep talking. every word just proves my point.
stop pretending everything is fine.
i don't care how difficult they were. they were still my parent.
you were the favorite and you still act like you suffered the most.
nobody asked how i was doing after it happened.
i can't tell if you forgot or if you just didn't care.
the worst thing that ever happened to this family is that nobody ever told you no.
i don't hate you. i just don't trust you.
that's not how it happened.
i wasn't invited, remember?
you had chance after chance after chance.
you keep asking why we're distant, but you never ask what caused it.
the second they walk into the room, you change.
you don't get credit for doing the bare minimum.
i spent years trying to earn your approval.
you're impossible to love and exhausting to be around.
i stopped expecting better from you years ago.
you don't get to scream at people and call it honesty.
that's the first honest thing you've said all day.
you don't get to demand respect from people you've never respected.
i wasn't jealous. i was neglected.
nobody here is scared of you anymore.
i don't care what your intentions were. look at the damage.
you always leave before anyone can confront you.
nobody abandoned you. we just got tired of being treated like garbage.
you were in the house, but you were never really there.
you never wanted a family. you wanted an audience.
every story you tell somehow makes you the hero.
i learned a long time ago not to expect anything from you.
you can't keep blaming your childhood forever.
you left me alone with them.
you say we're family whenever it's convenient.
the rest of us learned to survive your moods.
the second someone stops agreeing with you, they're suddenly the enemy.
you always act like you're the only one who had a hard childhood.
i don't even know if you like me.
you don't get to play victim now.
i spent my childhood being afraid of you.
don't compare me to them.
every generation in this family passes the damage down and calls it tradition.
the only reason this family still talks to you is guilt.
i didn't forget your birthday. i just didn't think you'd care.
stop pretending this conversation is beneath you.
the only time you call is when you need something.
i was a child.
i don't know what's worse, your anger or your silence.
we were all scared of you.
the only person who doesn't know how selfish you are is you.
you weren't the only one grieving.
we all know who they're going to side with.
i spent more time defending you than you ever spent defending me.
nobody talks about what happened because they're afraid you'll leave again.
why is everyone afraid of upsetting you?
we're related. that doesn't mean we're close.
a comprehensive list of scenarios
feel free to combine multiple prompts or add “ + reverse ” to switch roles ! for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.
1. GUEST : for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. 2. STORM : for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. 3. MEDIC : for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. 4. SURPRISE : for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. 5. TRIP : for both muses to road trip or travel together. 6. BABYSIT : for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. 7. INSOMNIA : for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. 8. AMBUSH : for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. 9. DANCE : for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. 10. STRANDED : for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road. 11. SERVICE : for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other. 12. SAFEGUARD : for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. 13. DAZE : for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. 14. STOWAWAY : for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. 15. TAXI : for both muses to share the same taxi ride. 16. MAKEOVER : for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle. 17. LIFEGUARD : for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. 18. DISASTER : for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster. 19. TRANSIT : for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. 20. SPRAIN : for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. 21. EMPLOY : for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. 22. QUEST : for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation. 23. SOOTHE : for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. 24. RECOVER : for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging. 25. UMBRELLA : for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. 26. HEAL : for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. 27. NIGHTMARE : for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. 28. REUNION : for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. 29. PRIZE : for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. 30. NUDE : for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. 31. BED : for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. 32. TRAIL : for one muse to notice the other has been following them. 33. EVADE : for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer. 34. THIEF : for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. 35. CAUGHT : for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing. 36. FESTIVE : for both muses to decorate for a special occasion. 37. PRESENT : for one muse to give the other a (birthday) gift. 38. WEARY : for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. 39. CAPTIVE : for one muse to hold the other against their will. 40. SNAP : for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration. 41. SLEEPOVER : for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place. 42. TRESPASS : for one muse to trespass on the other’s property. 43. BREAK-IN : for one muse to discover the other robbing their place. 44. MERCY : for both muses to come across an injured animal. 45. UNKNOWN : for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. 46. ACCOMPLICE : for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime. 47. ASTRAY : for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. 48. RELAX : for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. 49. MUSE : for one muse to model for the other’s art project. 50. ACCOMPANY : for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. 51. SALVAGE : for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. 52. MEAL : for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. 53. CEMETERY : for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. 54. REFUGE : for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. 55. ARRANGED : for both muses to date or marry out of convenience. 56. FAVOR : for one muse to owe the other a favor. 57. VACATION : for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation. 58. DEFEND : for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. 59. CATCH : for one muse to return the other’s pet that escaped. 60. RESTRICTED : for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.
@elementalartisan dealt his hand ♠️
"So...drama jus' runs in de Summers family tree? How de hell'd you even get separated from ye brothe'as?"
The kitchen went quiet—that specific kind of quiet that happens when three people are staring at you and none of them are blinking. Gabriel leaned back in his chair, hands laced behind his head, the motion pulling his shoulders wide. Sway and Petra flanked him like bodyguards, but their eyes were on Remy with the kind of focus that made a man check his pockets. Sway's smile was slow, almost predatory; Petra just crossed her arms and let her silence do the work. Gabriel took a lazy pull from his beer, watching Remy over the rim like he was deciding whether to be amused or annoyed. "Seriously," he said, voice flat, almost bored, "you want me to open Pandora's box?" He set the bottle down and let his hands fall to his lap, relaxed, too relaxed, the way a man who's already lost everything tends to be. Sway leaned forward and traced a finger along the tabletop—an idle gesture, but her eyes never left Remy's face.
first meeting sentence starters.
send one to have our muses meet for the first time.
“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”
“I think you dropped this.”
“You look lost. Need some help?”
“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”
“You’re sitting in my spot.”
“Whoa! Careful!”
“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”
“Is that seat taken?”
“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”
“You’re blocking the doorway.”
“Were you just staring at me?”
“Excuse me, do you know the time?”
“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”
“I’ve been sent to find you.”
“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”
“Do you work here?”
“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”
“You’ve got something on your face.”
“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
“Do you know the way to ___?”
“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”
“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”
“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”
“You look like you could use a friend.”
“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”
“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”
“I think we’re stuck in here together.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”
“Are you the new neighbor?”
“First time in town?”
“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“I think you’re in the wrong place.”
“You seem… out of place.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”
“That was a close call.”
“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”
“Mind if I walk with you?”
“You look like you’re in trouble.”
“Was that your doing back there?”
“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”
“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”
“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”
“Do I want to know what just happened?”
“You might want to keep your voice down.”
“Is it always this strange around here?”
“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”
“Looks like we’re in this together now.”
Alex doesn't bother to hide his amused smile behind his coffee cup as he pads around the kitchen island within the Summers household. Having Gabriel around meant he was never bored, and despite their truly heinous beginnings it felt good to begin forming an actual bond with his long lost brother. Gone were the days of galactic warfare and strife, embraced and replaced by new beginnings and forgiveness.
Who was he to not forgive Gabriel? He was his brother, his family, and if there was one thing Alex wasn't it was a hypocrite. Why shouldn't he attempt to give him grace when he himself, and so many of their kind made as many horrific mistakes? Hell, and most of them didn't even have untold trauma from the Shi'ar to blame for their bad choices.
"No harm or danger, and I have no intentions of stopping you from inhaling your meal, but next time you should let me cook. Might not look it, Gabe, but I can fry up a decent breakfast."
Gabriel paused with a fork halfway to his mouth, the easy warmth in Alex's voice cutting through the old static in his head like a clear signal. He set the plate aside, a real grin tugging at his lips—not the sharp emperor's smirk, but something softer, earned. "Deal, Alex. Next time you sling the hash, I'll play critic and keep the galaxy from imploding in the meantime." He meant it, that small promise, because Alex showing up like this, no shields up, made him want to meet him there, one careful step past the wreckage.
Joe Manganiello
She looks at him, seemingly seeing right through it. Observations of body language, of the tension in his body… like an animal used to cruel hands being offered something different… how strange, she thought to herself, how so many careers acted like this
“Yes… none of us meet “formally”… we only meet the versions of ourselves we’ve been casted in.” She hums to herself, tunelessly, before continuing, “there are many like you… but only two of us in District 3. My former mentor, the Capitol’s favorite genius… and me, his broken protégé, the only tribute he ever brought home since his own games…” she then meets his eyes, the lucidity suddenly in the grey eyes is unsettling… and so is the smile that crosses her expression, “and yet… one of us was assigned to the Capitol to design and code a light-show for a head peacekeeper’s birthday… and the other is here because for all their control, even the capitol knows that one wrong line of code and the entire weapon store…” her voice trails off… and she mimics an explosion with her hands. She then, even more unsettlingly, laughs to herself, a joyless sound… before eyes blink… and suddenly, she looks the same as before. A frail, thin woman drowning in a technician’s uniform, staring at him with too wide blue-grey eyes.
Gabriel felt a chill crawl up his spine that had nothing to do with the drafty room. He’d spent his life around killers who bragged about their body counts, but listening to this slip of a woman casually talk about detonating the Capitol’s heart made his pulse hammer against his ribs. She wasn't just "Nuts." She was a bomb that had learned how to breathe.
He leaned in closer, his shadow swallowing her whole as he scanned the room to make sure no Peacekeepers were within earshot. For a second, the struggle to be "decent" vanished, replaced by a raw, recognition of a kindred spirit. "Careful, Wiress," he rasped, his voice barely a vibration in the air. "That kind of talk gets people turned into Avoxes." He looked at her frail frame, then back at those wide, vacant eyes, and realized he wasn't sure if he was warning her or thanking her for the thought.
She blinked, before forcing words back into her mouth… a tuneless hum at first, and then a real noise. Its formless, like her lips refuse to move to form words…. Her grey-blue eyes look over him…
She remembered, of course she did. The “madwoman of District three” really wasn’t who they’d made her out to be… and besides, they’d gathered almost all the information on the other victors before they departed for the districts they were assigned to work in… though it didn’t make her feel any less exposed…
But then she speaks again, “Meant to… ask how you’ve been. I don’t believe we’ve formally met… other than a victory tour… or passing in the capitol.”
Gabriel went still. It was a simple question—the kind people asked every day to fill the silence—but coming from her, it felt like a trapdoor opening beneath his feet. No one actually cared how he was; they cared if he was winning, if he was loyal, or if he was about to break something. To have this ghost of a woman look through the "God" and ask about the man felt more invasive than a Peacekeeper’s interrogation.
"I've been better," he said, the lie dying in his throat before it could even form. He looked down at his boots, then back at her, his expression tightening as he fought the urge to revert to a snarl. "I don't do 'formally,' Wiress. And the Capitol... well, the Capitol doesn't exactly leave much of a man left to meet." He shifted uncomfortably, his large hands knotting into fists at his sides before he consciously forced them to relax. He was trying, but he felt like a wolf trying to learn how to sit at a dinner table.
“Picking the gym up with your mind while still doing pull up I bet too” Looking around at the crowd he grinned seeing how impressed a lot of them looked. Looking up at the bar above him he jumped up to hold it and pulled himself up to sit on it looking down at Gabriel. “The whole menu? Is that each?”
He enjoyed having a friend who understood and appreciated the pain of having a crazy metabolic rate. He was sure they could do a tour of the countries eating challenges and make a fortune beating them with ease.
“Where did you pick?”
Gabriel let out a loud, appreciative bark of laughter, leaning back against the metal supports with a relaxed posture that ignored the laws of physics. "Each? Kid, you’re thinking small; I was planning on us being the reason they have to update their inventory by noon," he quipped, watching Peter settle onto the high bar with a smirk of approval. He tapped his phone screen, pulling up a photo of a high-end, all-you-can-eat bistro near the Upper East Side that clearly hadn't prepared for two hungry powerhouses. "It’s this place called The Gilded Egg—it’s fancy enough that the plates are small, which means we get to order fifty of them just to see the chef’s face turn pale."