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What is Olivia Munn going to look like as ‘Psylocke’ in “X-Men: Apocalypse? [X]

#{Okay I approve of her...goodness....}#fassy that's aaron rodgers' girl don't look at her like that!

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do yall remember that time scott walked in on betsy showering and was a complete loser who embarrassed even himself

#yes I remember quite well #memories

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Remy & Betsy - Panel art by Jim Lee

#memories #remy

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“I would love to give a shout out to witchgoddesshero and loganweaponx for welcoming a newbie like myself to the Marvel Fandom. Those two were just wonderful and kind, and helped me integrate into the fandom so well. So thank you, you two!”

#loganweaponx #witchgoddesshero #{yes!! it's true!! i heart you two so much!}

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It isn’t the morality of the mission that frightens me.. it is my elation at the opportunity to repay these devils.

#self

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“Perhaps I need to overload them more,” she moaned lightly through a breath, at the feel of his teeth grazing her skin.

Gripping onto him with one arm, Betsy moved her other hand between them, and she gripped onto the waistline of his pants. “Do I dare ask for you to mark me in other ways?” She asked as her fingers grazed against his skin.

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He makes some noise in his chest, loud and primal, and then he’s turning away from the wall, flipping around and dropping down to his knees, laying her down on the floor, careful for all that he’s moving roughly. He leans over and claims her mouth, sliding his hands under her shoulders and pulling her against him, letting his teeth nip at her lips.

“Fuck, woman,” and then he’s pulling at her shirt, getting it off her arms, flinging it away and dropping half-kisses, half-bites all over her chest, between her breasts, above the curve of her hips.

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#ic #inneedofatonement #nsfw #{don't apologize! It's okay!}

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70 Years of Marvel Comics - Series 1

#54 - 1991

#memories #rogue #piotr #remy #self

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#memories #self #Jubilee

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Wolverine and Sabertooth-Steven (Sharlin)

#memories #victor #logan

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Reblog if you are a Marvel RP Blog

You will be added to our masterlist of Canon and OC roleplay blogs for Marvel.

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Black Panther, Captain Britain, Dr. Strange, and Captain Marvel mcu redesigns

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*spits out drink* I’M SORRY THIS IS TOO FUCKING FUNNY ahahhh THE FIRST GODDAMN TURNNN HAAAAAAAAA

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She couldn’t help it. Her legs tightly wrapped around his hips as her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, clinging on as her hips ground up against his. The taste of him was a mixture of the feral side of him, yet also of the gentleness she’d remembered. One that only those closest to him had the pleasure of seeing. And she was one of those.

And damn it to hell, it felt wonderful!

Her mouth crushed against his at the sound of her name falling from his lips, as she kissed him with need and an amount of ferocity for the need of those visions she’d shown him to come to life. “Oh, I’ve missed this,” she whispered against his lips, “You make me feel…so focused. Of all the chaos that I end up seeing in those around me, you…help me. I feel the need to be around you in order to silence it all…”

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She’s light, enough that it’s hardly work to step forward, to push her up against the wall, pressing her back against it as his lips work down her chin. He kisses her jawbone, her chin, the soft curve of her neck as it meets her shoulders, the hollow of her throat just above her pulse. Kisses and licks and maybe nicks a bit with his fangs and marks her, so that anyone with a good enough nose will know that she’s his.

“Funny thing,” his growls, voice low and keep with burning passion. “Was gonna say that you make everything so much louder. Can hear better when you’re at my back. Smell better, think better. Make everything about me more than it was. Hard to keep my senses focused when you’re overloading them.”

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"Perhaps I need to overload them more," she moaned lightly through a breath, at the feel of his teeth grazing her skin.

Gripping onto him with one arm, Betsy moved her other hand between them, and she gripped onto the waistline of his pants. "Do I dare ask for you to mark me in other ways?" She asked as her fingers grazed against his skin.

#Ic #inneedofatonement

❝As Simple As It Gets ❞│closed RP│inneedofatonement

The last thing she truly wanted to do at the moment was wake at the sight of the sun shining through her window. Betsy stretched with a loud groan, and spread her fingers over the cool mattress underneath her. It was time to awaken, and by the growling of her own stomach, she knew it was time to feed herself as well.

She slid out of bed, and roughly combed her hair back and tied it with a band before she walked out towards the kitchen. It was empty. The smell of coffee already brewed filled the room, and before she went to get a cup, she ran her hands up and down her arms, realizing she was only wearing her loose pajama pants and thin strapped top. A movement from the corner of her eye caused her to turn to the sliding door leading outside.

Betsy made her way to the door, and opened it. A small smile pulled at the corner of her lips as she leaned against the doorframe, “Good morning,” she greeted him.

#ic #inneedofatonement #t: as simple as it gets #otp: beauty and the beast #v: as simple as it gets #{sorry if this blows! *sobs* lol}#{let me know if you need more or changes!}