i'm bigger than my 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎,
i'm colder than this h o m e.
i'm 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖗 than my ᎠᎬmᎾᏁs,
I'm bigger than these BONES. selina kyle // catwoman
scott summers // cyclops written by lauren. closed for returninghq
LIKE THE CAT IN HER HANDS / courtney lands on her feet, or rather, floats down gently ( from the tree cats so often get stuck in.) and with care as to not startle the mewing ball of fluff cradled in the nook of her arm. with so many supers in one city , you take what you can get / ‘ did anyone see who owns this lil’ guy ? ‘ she asks, blue eyes glancing up, ‘ because if no one claims him i’m going to name him mr truffles ~ ‘ they switched to a baby-voice, spare red glove lightly ( somewhat awkwardly ) trying to pat the kittens nose, ‘ but like, i don’t wanna steal him. or anything. not now at least. ‘
at thirty-four years old, selina was convinced there nothing that could surprise her. coming to new york had of course proved her wrong. a city that seemed to be bustling with as many super powered individuals as civilians. from the falafel guy in central park she had seen using heat vision to the girl who had basically just flown right in front of her. “he’s mine,” she said, holding her arms out to retrieve the cat. “and his name is mr. meowgi.” when the animal returned to her, selina patted it’s head, then smiled. “thank you for that.”
“ i’m going to have to get going, doll. ” mystique grins to herself, piercing yellow hues still trained upon selina as she tugs her dress back on. “ got things to do but this was fun — as always. you want to get drinks sometime soon? ”
the smirk playing at selina’s lips is curious, while a tantalized glint dances behind her green eyes. “i’ve got a better idea,” she sighed, kicking up the tone of disappointment in her voice. “you can blow off wherever you need to be and we can get the drink now?” her raised eyebrows punctuated the question, met by a slight pout. “it’s on me.”
sigyn certainly was not accustomed to midgard in the slightest, not even a bit but something about the glasses on the boy seemed a little odd. maybe it was a trend she did not understand like plenty of other things not that it was incredibly important to the end point. still, they stood out — kind of clunky and out of place. “ do those help you see? ”
scott was never quite sure how to react when people stared at him. he felt inclined to stare back or make a sarcastic comment, but some unacknowledged insecurity usually let to him just putting his head down and wishing to be invisible. the question prosed at him was simple enough, yet somehow still hard to answer. “i don’t need them to see,“ he tried to think of the best explanation. “but i still have to wear them.”
“ do you make a habit of breaking into museums? “ she asks, as she comes up behind them. it’s past closing time, but diana has stayed late to work on a new arrival to the dutch masterpieces collection. “ i have to say, you do not look like much, for an art thief. “ at that, she breaks into a half smile, and a playful hint of amusement appear in warm toned eyes. she’s half joking, half serious. “ i am very sorry, but i will have to ask you to leave. we are closed for the day. “
THE QUESTION was so polite and direct that selina nearly found herself answering truthfully. she turns quickly on her heels, meeting the gaze of an obscenely beautiful woman. a smile pulls at the corners of her lips, her eyes flicker back to the wall of art. “ just an admirer, " she said, pursing her lips thoughtfully. after a moment, selina feigned a sigh. “ sorry about that, i didn’t even realize how late it must have gotten. " with a quick scan of the room, she took on a tone of surprise. “ i’ve never been to new york and there’s just so much here TO SEE. ”
her blood runs HOT with the anger that she reserves for the things that matter the most. she can practically feel her blood boiling, her heart threatening to beat a hole in her chest, yet her eyes remain ICE COLD. “ how could you do this? “ she asks, and her voice comes out sounding more disappointed than angry. a biproduct of her channeling nature, most likely. “ you lied to me. “ and like poison ivy knows all too well - MOTHER EARTH may be kind, but she never forgives. not entirely.
ONE THING selina knew about ivy for certain was that her temper was as fiery as her hair. she had seen on several occasions the damage that the wrath of the other woman could cause. a force of nature in a feminine form, the feline criminal had sense enough to be stricken by a hint of fear when she found herself at the receiving end of such a rage. “ we’re friends, right? ” she challenged, eyes narrowed to slits at the accusation. “ why would I LIE? ”
( odette annable. cis female. dc. ) It looks like SELINA KYLE has been transported to New York City. SHE is a THIRTY-TWO year old CANON and the aesthetic associated with HER is BLACK LEATHER SUIT, BULL-WHIP, STILETTO HEELS, SHARPENED CLAWS, DIAMONDS & WALKING THE LINE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL.
hey demons, it’s ya girl honey. back at it again with another late intro. this time for the original cat burglar herself, selina kyle. her backstory is a bit of a mixed bag, with elements pulled primarily from the dc new earth and prime earth universes.
TRIGGER WARRING: mentions of suicide, domestic violence, prostitution.
PAST:
from an early age, selina’s life was marked by one tragedy after another. when she was eight, her mother committed suicide after suffering years of abuse at the hands of her alcoholic husband.
less than a year later selina’s father drank himself to death, leaving her and her sister maggie alone. maggie was adopted, where as selina was sent to an abusive state home for delinquent and orphaned girls.
selina eventually escaped the center and tried pick-pocketing at a carnival outside of gotham, but ended up getting caught by the owner, who then offered her a job.
while under the care of the carnies, selina developed her skills in gymnastics, trickery and sleight of hand. all things that greatly improved her abilities as a thief.
when the owner of the carnival died in a tragic accident, selina left and decided to take her chances on the streets. eventually she began working as a prostitute in gotham’s east end.
selina took a girl named holly under her wing, while working for their pimp stan. after a near fatal beating from him, selina was hospitalized. in the hospital a detective took pity on her.
from there she was introduced to ted grant, a retired boxer, who agreed to train her to defend herself. with her newfound skill set, selina decided to changed her line of work, then take holly and leave.
after witnessing batman in action, selina was struck with an idea. she fashioned a suit that was inspired by her love of cats and took on the mantle of catwoman. as catwoman, selina created a name for herself in stealing from gotham’s criminal elite. as well as protecting the working girls in the east end.
it wasn’t until after hearing about her success as a thief that stan chose to go after selina, furious at her for defying him. when selina visited her sister maggie as catwoman, this led to her being kidnapped as a means of getting back at selina.
selina tracked him down, a fight breaking out that resulted in stan falling off a ledge and to his death. not long after, holly suffered a beating at the hands of a corrupt police officer.
once again leading selina to tracking him down, leaving him within inches of his life. it was this incident that made selina realize that she couldn’t protect holly and be catwoman, leading her to the decision that the girl was better off in the care of her sister.
after stealing enough money, selina gave it to maggie and holly in order to give them a fresh start somewhere outside of gotham.
AFTER THE SNAP:
selina had seen what was considered to be the end of the world a few times. she always managed to make it out unscathed. thanos came, half the population vanished and somehow selina was still left standing.
everywhere suffered their losses, but the big cities saw the worst of it in terms of damage. gotham was no exception to this, the outbreak of crime worse than it had ever been.
selina was caught in the middle of this, having continued to walk the line somewhere between a criminal and a protector of those who slipped through the cracks.
she hasn’t heard from her sister or holly in three years, which has lead her to believe that they disappeared. she’s come to new york looking for something of a fresh start, along with hoping to find the other two women.
CONNECTIONS:
family!! my number one connection for selina are obviously her sister or holly, but this definitely isn’t limited. basically anyone who has managed to break past selina’s walls or she’s known for a really long time who she feels she can actually rely on.
enemies. boy does this girl have them. whether it’s heroes, villains, or other people who have a bit of that moral ambiguity going on, i’m all for the conflict.
friendships/“coworkers”. unlikely friendships are definitely my favorite, but they don’t have to be friends. someone who might have worked with selina in any capacity.
the red haired mutant stayed in that position for the next fifteen minutes until she could sense that the male was completely at ease before pulling her hands slowly back to her lap. blinking a few times, she opened her eyes, adjusting to the brightness in the room, “how are you feeling?” she spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the calm and peace in the room. “i hope it helped. i have done it a few times,” she commented before correcting herself, “with others.”
FEELING LIGHTHEADED in the best possible way, scott leaned into jean’s touch. it only took a few short minutes before his head felt blissfully empty, a rare, but incredibly welcomed thing to scott. nothing — apart from perhaps being unconscious — gave him complete freedom from the dull throbbing he always felt in his skull, yet jean had managed even if it was for a short time. “ thank you, “ he hummed his appreciation, then pushed his glasses back into place. “ don’t tell the professor, but you’re WAY BETTER. “
That grunt. This voice. They heard it before. All to well familiar with it. Especially when the brothers were constantly fighting each other from the past. “S C O T T!” Gabriel panicked and rushed over towards the other and grunted, trying to help him up. “Sorry, sorry. Thank Shi’ar, you are okay.” Gabriel gave a sigh of relief. “I have searched this entire town for you and couldn’t find you. No one’s seen you… Do not scare me like that again. Ever.” This was completely different, especially since they last time they saw Scott they were pretty sure that they were fighting, but now Gabriel only cared to have his brother close to him and safe.
CONFUSION FLASHED across scott’s features, but only before he was hit by a sudden, unmistakable feeling of relief. “ gabriel! “ scott repeated in utter disbelief, conflicted by his urge to throw his arms around his brother. it was the utter shock at actually seeing them that made him hesitate. “ i’m fine, “ he assured, despite the statement being miles from the truth. “ speak for yourself though, i haven’t been able to find you or alex anywhere. “ the truth was that scott hadn’t know where to find his siblings, a thought that PANICKED HIM.
( noah centineo. cis male. marvel. ) It looks like SCOTT SUMMERS has been transported to New York City. HE is a TWENTY-TWO year old CANON and the aesthetic associated with HIM is SUNGLASSES, BLINDING RED LIGHTS, MOTORCYCLES, MESSY HAIR, BRUISED KNUCKLES & POORLY SUPPRESSED RAGE.
hello ladies and germs, here is my long overdue intro for everyone’s favorite angsty puppy dog (aka. scott summers). scott’s backstory is mostly based around his roots in the comics, specifically marvel’s earth-616 universe with slight variations.
PAST:
scott was born in anchorage, alaska, to major christopher summers and katherine summers. he grew up a military brat due to his father’s job as a test pilot in the u.s. air force.
when scott was thirteen, his family’s plane caught fire and his mother pushed him and his brother alex out the door in an effort to save their lives.
his mutation manifested when their parachute failed to open, but the fall would result in scott sustaining a head injury that would later affect his ability to control his optic blast.
the plane exploded in the air before crashing, which lead to the assumption that both of his parents had died. along with his head injury scott suffered from traumatic amnesia because of the accident.
after waking from a nightmare one night, he destroyed the roof of the hospital where he was being treated, then spent the next year in a coma.
upon his recovery scott was placed in a state home in omaha, nebraska, where he was subjected to experiments and tests.
scott developed severe migraines that continued to worse his mental state as well as his ability to control his mutation.
an incident occurred where scott’s optic blast irrupted, resulting in the destruction of a crane and the near death of a onlooking crowd.
afterwards scott was sought out by professor x, leading to him attending xavier’s school for gifted youngsters, then later becoming one of the x-men.
AFTER THE SNAP:
thanos got his hands on all the infinity stones, snapped his fingers, and just like that half the population of the universe disappeared. scott was one of the unlucky ones, vanishing to nothing but dust.
scott returned from the soul realm the same as everyone else who has found their way back, but he doesn’t remember any of it.
it’s hard to say exactly what he does remember, but it’s not much of his life in recent years. he doesn’t know who the x-men are or even about the crash that seemingly killed his parents.
currently he’s back at xavier’s trying to get some kind of help, but he’s even more fragile than before at least in the metaphorical sense since the one thing he did manage to come back with was the ability to absorb energy.
CONNECTIONS:
his family!!! this one is pretty self explanatory, but scott has false memories and i just need all the angst involved with that.
friends/colleagues/whatever. this one is probably mostly fitting for other x-men, but it’s totally open ended! i just want some people who were close to scott before the whole thanos bullshit, whether it was like hero related or not.
new alliances!! this one would be for people scott doesn’t know at all or hasn’t met, cause i really want to see my boy team up.
jean could feel and see everything that was going through scott’s head despite the fact that she should not know these things to begin with; that she promised scott before everything that she would stop doing it. the red headed mutant felt elated that scott seemed to think of kissing her but she would never force anything or pressure him to remember them. “okay, just try and relax,” she spoke softly as she moved forward, fingers on his temples, “as soon as this gets too much for you, let me know,” she mused, searching for the answer in his eyes before closing them as she begun her ministrations and her powers kicked in.
HIS EYES fluttered shut again as jean, replaced her hands on his temples. the same surge of electricity ran through scott from head to toe. he held back the shutter that worked its way up his spine, focusing instead on her words. when his thoughts started stirring, scott didn’t fight them. professor xavier had advised him against bottling up his emotions, so he leaned into them. their closeness allowed scott to catch a hint of jean’s scent, sweet and floral. it only added to the wave of comfort that washed OVER HIM.
his knuckles are caked in blood but there is no longer any evidence of a fight, the wounds healing before they could pain him. his anger usually got the best of him and for now logan was hanging outside a bar late at night, smoking a cigarette watching the crowds pass — what he’d give to be anywhere else, god maybe even back in the cold canadian winters would be better than this. at least it was quiet. being the infamous wolverine got very old, very quick.
SCOTT WASN'T in the habit of approaching strangers on the street — albeit nearly everyone was a stranger lately — but this guy looked rough. common sense told him to keep a fair distance after noticing there was something that looked a lot like blood on his hands. “ are you okay man? ” he asked cautiously. his gaze flickered in either direction, briefly scanning for someone who looked worse off. since this guy wasn’t giving the impression he lost the fight, if there had been one to BEGIN WITH.
As a mutant that could sense energies belonging to powers Gabriel felt something different within themself. Eyes glowing yellow, Gabriel went into a park where they thought they would be alone, since it was night, to practice his powers. Moving their hands to create an energy bolt - but instead ice appeared, surrounded by light and darkness. “What the fuck….” Gabe looked at their powers - but soon they heard footsteps and the powers shot forward towards the oncoming person. “Shit. Look out!”
THE BLAST hit scott directly in the chest, throwing him back several feet with the force of it. he landed on the ground with a heavy thud, laying there in stunned immobilization for awhile. “ fuck, “ the young man rubbed his head, groaning quietly from the impact. his glasses had been knocked off in the process, which left him searching blindly for them. once they were located, scott clambered back to his feet slowly. he should’ve been unconscious or at least sustained a more significant injury, but scott had simply been knocked back. “ GABRIEL? “
the red head mutant had done this for the boy numerous times that it was almost like a habit for her but his reaction following the interactions is what left her confused and a little hurt. slowly placing her hands on her lap, she tilted her head, worried more than anything, “are you okay?” she asked genuinely, pushing down her own feelings about being so close yet so far, “i’m not really at professor x’s level of mastery so i do apologise if i did something,” jean spoke honestly to the male before biting her bottom lip gently, knowing exactly what scott had seen unintentionally, “is there something else i can do to make you feel more at ease?”
DARK BROWS furrowed together, the growing frustration now obvious on scott’s face. his jaw was set into a hard line, as his thoughts seemed to bounce back and forth aimlessly. eventually his silence was broken with another sigh. “ it’s just worse than i thought. “ scott wanted nothing more than to disappear, embarrassed by the entire situation. somehow, he still couldn’t bring himself to tell jean to back off. his eyes flickered to her lips, then he shut them. already having proven that not looking at her didn’t help, scott forced himself to calm down. “ just try one MORE TIME. “
the red headed mutant could feel scott hesitate, not that she blamed him; she would have felt awkward and uncomfortable herself if she had to trust a stranger. watching him sit down, jean offered a small yet kind smile before moving closer to him and placing her hands only inches off his temples, “you need to trust me, okay?” she spoke, looking at scott, “i’m not going to hurt you. close your eyes,” jean assured before placing her fingers on his temple, slowly massaging as she closed her eyes, using her power to alleviate some of the pressure behind his eyes.
THE SMILE that graced her lips completely knocked the wind out of scott. he just nodded, unsure of what to say. when the tips of her fingers brushed across his face, an unexplained surge of electricity ran through him. while the pain of the migraine slowly lessen, his heart had started racing even faster. though he was currently unable to see her, jean’s proximity to him was enough to cause tension for a completely different reason. his thoughts and senses were completely flooded with her, someone he barely knew despite the images that flashed through his head. several deep, slow breaths failed to keep scott centered. overwhelmed, scott jerked back and opened his eyes. “ sorry, i guess i just got nervous. “ HE LIED.
