harbinger of havok

"I knew I wasn't going to die. I kept waiting for my life to flash before my eyes, and all I got were reruns of Mr. Belvedere." alexander summers, more commonly known as alex, even more commonly known as havok. i used to run with x factor, but i'm kinda between jobs. this havok is set post x-factor, pre-uncanny avengers. alex is still wearing his tron-esque costume, and it's made worse by my choice of face claim. sc_online_t(518284,"","ffffff"); Users Online Counter

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If only.

I’ve actually been bored.

[mistressofmagnetism]

  Let’s have a big dinner-thing. Me, you, Tommy, my father, Charles. It’d be fun. 

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Dinner with Magneto and the twin personification of teenage angst? Sounds like a blast, Lor.

[opioidist-deactivated20210207]

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[super-hero-confessions]

[marvelsmarvels]

X-Factor

[runningchick85-deactivated20150]

Hold tight. We are going to a number of dark places, but I think I know the way. And if I should kiss you in the dark, it’s no big deal; it’s only because you are my love.

Stephen King (via runningchick85)

[mistressofmagnetism]

  Busy again, I assume? 

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If only.

I've actually been bored.

[xoxomikeychase]

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i should rp with myself moreeeeee.

[vsangelbombshells]

[mistressofmagnetism]

{ Her gaze dropped for a few seconds, focusing instead on the collar as if the very stitching was fascinating. They may have nearly married once, but for some reason this still felt like a huge step. Hearing his voice tugged her away from her thoughts. }

We can give it a chance. 

{ She cracked a smile. } On the plus side, if you make me mad, I can make you sleep with the chicken.

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[ His hand fell from her face, resting on her hip. He pulled her in close to him, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a little squeeze, trying to use body language to assuage her seeing as words didn't seem to be doing the trick. Finally, she relented, and Alex couldn't keep the smile from his face. ]

Really? Really?

... What's all this about a chicken?

[idontwannathink-anymore]

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What is with everyone and ragging on my wardrobe!

[telepathic-labrat-deactivated20]

It’s a sign, my friend.

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Clothes just aren't a priority for me, alright?

Sheesh.

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I get this weird feeling that people are feeling a little… anti-me.

[telepathic-labrat-deactivated20]

I’m anti-your-outfit but that’s a different story—

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What is with everyone and ragging on my wardrobe!

[mistressofmagnetism]

{ Lorna doesn’t know what to say. They’ve been so far apart lately that she wants to agree just for the sake of bringing them back together, but she knows it’s not logical. } 

… Okay. Well, then you can share a room with Tommy and the chicken. 

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[ He gives her a short look. He knows her face so well, knows the curve of her cupids bow and the exact green of her eyes. It's obvious, especially so to him, that she's not entirely convinced. ]

Lor.

[ Taking her chin in his hand, he fixes his eyes on hers. ]

I'm serious about this.

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I get this weird feeling that people are feeling a little... anti-me.

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I NEED TO USE THIS STUPID ACCOUNT