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peggytheagentcarter:
“Control or not, going around freezing anything in your path is dangerous.” Peggy chided him. “While people dressed as clowns is foolish around this time of year, you could hurt someone.”
“Who, me?” Bobby shook his head. “Never! I love not-hurting people. I haven’t hurt someone in like.. years.” He sighed. “Alright, alright. You’re right. I’m.. Well, I guess.. I’m sorry.” You would’ve thought that admitting he was wrong was going to kill him.
thefelinefatale:
“Nice goin’, ice pop,” Felicia teased, raising her brows at the other boy. “They’re actually real, though? Not just a prank? Those things freak me the fuck out.”
“First, really? Ice pop?” Bobby rolled his eyes. “Second, unfortunately, they are most definitely real. Crazy dude wouldn’t stop walking toward me with his menacing mask and machete. I’ve never been a fan of Halloween, I won’t be a fan of grown men in costumes any time soon. Clown suits, no less.”
“Downplaying the issue will not make it go away, Mr. Drake.” Peggy told him sternly. “Had the individual not have been found, he would have had worse.”
Bobby scoffed. “Come on now, I had it under control. Ice is about the only thing in life that I do have control over.” He replied. “And don’t act like those things don’t creep you out either!”
SU Challenge - #2
Bobby Drake as Joe Hardy
Personality wise, Bobby is incredibly similar to Joe. They are both impulsive, even trusting their own gut instead of a logical answer, and despite their lazy tendencies.. they get the problem solved.
“Yes, I froze a clown to the dorm building. Nope, I will not apologize. Also no, I won’t pay for the cast on his leg. And before you even ask, it was a minor fracture in his ankle. Not even that bad.”
Frozen: Emma||Bobby
It felt good to be back in her office. After the little mishap with whatever his name was. Her files completely redone. Shaw handled for the most part. Scott off doing god knew what. His brothers behaving, a blessing in its own right. She was finding ways to fill her time. Yes, it certainly felt good to be back in her white desk chair, hand braced against the cool frosted glass.
She had the morning to do as she pleased, browse the stocks, redo her nails if she very well pleased, having only afternoon sessions, coffee with Hank, and a run before practice planned Emma was ready to just enjoy her office again. But she should have known better. Feeling the mind before hearing the knock Emma blew on the wet white polish. “It’s open.”
@hypoxthermic
Bobby wasn’t even sure if he wanted to be there, standing behind the door of Emma’s office like a deer in the headlights. It wasn’t really like him to express what was on his mind, especially not to a therapist. He guessed that he was lucky, due to the fact that this therapist happened to be a best friend of his. Or, well, respectable colleague. That’s how Emma would put it anyway. Bobby just took a break and knocked on the door.
“Hey, Emma..” He greeted, looking around. “Is this thing open? I have no clue what the schedules for these offices are. Everyone brings up these office hours that I still know nothing about.” He shook his head. “Nevermind. Anyway, do you have a second? I have a few things on my mind that I’d like to express.” The whole thing felt uncomfortable for him. “Therapists do that right? Wait, you are a therapist right?”
Fluster my muse, do it, just fluster them.
Cabin fever: Dream Team
His fist tightened around the poker. Too much energy and nowhere to throw it. He stabbed it in the floor between the Wade’s legs. “Happy?”. It was better than stabbing him in the face. “Stop.” he snapped at the rest. Fists clenched and unclenched. “I don’t need anyone to defend me. I’m not the problem. You all are. You think I came out here with you people?”. Rounding on Kate, “Yes. Child. Why didn’t you check the damn weather? No? Because I’m the one responsible for everything. It’s always me. You get a rained on? it’s on me. You get hurt out here. You bet that’ll be my fault too. Grow up Bishop. You’re whining like a little girl.”.
@thebetter-archer
Kate’s gaze narrowed, viciously scanning the room of agitated bodies. There was an unquenchable irritation - no, it was more than irritation - a searing rage expanding within her chest, something particularly foreign to Kate. She could be spunky at times, but she never truly hated. It didn’t take long for her gaze to lock into Bobby’s, jaw clenching and unclenching. “If you want to keep getting laid, I suggest you pipe down, Bucko.” She spoke with an unforgiving sharpness, words not shielding at all her brutal attack. In the blink of an eye, however, her attention shifted back to Scott. “Don’t you fucking dare.” The threat came out as more of a growl than anything. Suddenly, her clenching fists found the nearest object - a solid glass ashtray. Her chest heaved wildly in a moment of contemplation, strong grip ready to catapault the object at a moment’s notice. And she never missed.
( @hypoxthermic )
Bobby’s glance at Scott squinted, as if he was being judgmental. “So now you’re pointing fingers.. at the people trying to defend you?” He looked around. “You know what, fuck you then Scott Summers.” Bobby snapped, then looking over at Kate’s violent gaze. His glance drifted down to her balled fists, containing a real valuable projectile. “I swear to God, next person that gets physical gets to spend the rest of the night in a frozen ice cube, tucked away in a musty old closet.” Bobby was thinking about freezing them all until sunrise anyway.
@shadowxkitty
Cabin fever: Dream Team
Billy agreed to go on this trip because he was a lonely gay boy that wanted to fit in. He looked around and got a bad feeling from the area… something was making his sense go off, but he couldn’t help the attitude that he currently had. “Would you all get the fuck off and leave Scott alone. No everyone can be perfect Betty’s all the damn time.” Billy never snapped or got angry, so this was new to him. He didn’t even know if he could yell until now. But he was livid and glaring at everyone in the area. He put a mental lock on his powers so he didn’t unleash them, but this meet that he wouldn’t be able to tell what was going on with them or see through it as easily as he would.
@susummers
The anger in his eyes faltered somewhat as he took in Kate’s reaction, and at finding he was pointing the burning red fire poker in her direction. However whatever clarity he had in that moment faded as Kitty spoke. “Don’t patronise me.” he snapped back. “This coming from the girl who can’t take anything seriously. If you children hadn’t been messing around, and listened to me in the first place, we wouldn’t be drenched. Stuck without cell signal or food!”. Scott shoved Wade back, the poker held between them. “Touch me again and I swear to God, Wade.”. Behind them the fire spat and crackled.
[ housekeeping - reminder: archive of posts at
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@thebetter-archer
Kate’s surprise and panic quickly melted into irritation. Brows furrowing, she slammed the book shut and stood up as it clattered to the ground, just inches from the flicker of the flames. “Leave Scott alone?” She challenged Billy. “Scott needs to chill the hell out! You all need to take a giant freaking chill pill!” Kate spat viciously, shifting her gaze to Scott as she spoke of him. “Us children? Get the fuck over yourself, big guy. If you’re so high and mighty, why didn’t you think to check the goddamn weather, huh?” Stepping close to the group, Kate’s hands balled into fists at her sides. She was surprisingly unfazed by the showdown between Scott and Wade, finding it more irritating and childish than anything.
( @hypoxthermic )
So, Bobby was starting to regret this whole “go on a vacation with your friends!” idea. “Guys, it’s just the weather, it’s..” He would try to reason, which inevitably dissolved in the angry shouting of everyone else. At first, Bobby couldn’t understand why anyone was getting so angry. Sure, it was getting pretty warm in the stuffy old cabin but he didn’t really have much to complain about except for the discomfort. However, as the argument went on, Bobby’s anger grew. Holding his head, he grumbled in frustration before finally standing up. “Scott needs to chill the hell out?! He’s not the one fucking threatening people!” The words erupted out of nowhere, his emotions in a frenzy. “Really, Kate? We’re going to pretend like he’s the only one acting high and mighty here?” He questioned, looking between both Kate and Kitty.
( @shadowxkitty )
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Bobby’s alcohol tolerance is almost nonexistent. The poor dude has only had like five beers in his whole life. He’s not against it or anything, there just haven’t been many occasions in his life where alcohol is included. Sober Bobby Drake and Wasted Bobby Drake are two completely different people. Usually, Bobby is a little awkward and guarded. Wasted Bobby says to hell with guarding feelings, and lets his emotions free.
Muse skillset symbol meme
Send an emoji to learn how good/bad my muse is at that particular skill!
💋 — kissing
💄 — makeup
👾 — video games
🎵 — singing
💃 — dancing
🎹 — playing an instrument
🌷 — taking care of living things
🌲 — surviving in the wilderness
👊 — fighting
😇 — following rules
🍳 — cooking
🍼 — taking care of children
🎁 — giving presents to others
🎉 — hosting parties
💌 — romance/flirting
🎨 — art
🍀 — luck
⚽️ — sports
🏊 — swimming
🚗 — driving
🔮 — magic
🔎 — investigating
🔫 — long range weapons
💣 — explosives
🔪 — melee weapons
🔬 — scientific pursuits
🚿 — hygiene
💰 — finance
🌍 — knowledge of the world
👻 — communing with the paranormal
📚 — reading
🔧 — engineering/mechanics
⌛️ — time management
📥 — organization
🍺 — alcohol tolerance
🚴 — riding a bike
🎭 — performance art/acting
⚓️ — sailing
➗ — mathematics
Black?
Black - Their fears/phobias?
Bobby will never admit such a thing, but he has a mild fear of small dogs. The little devils scare him to death, and growing up in a Long Island suburb meant that he’s had a lot of close encounters with small, evil puppies. The fear started when he was tackled by one as a toddler while at the park, and nothing was the same ever since.On a more serious note, Bobby has a fear of the possibility that he may never be able to expand his abilities and advance his power to be something greater. It wasn’t exactly his first priority in the past, but as of recently it’s all he has been thinking about. He’s just got to make sure he doesn’t lose such an opportunity.
Green and Yellow?
Green - What is their favorite weather?
Much to no one’s surprise, Bobby’s favorite weather is when the temperature is at its coldest. The type of weather that turns the sky grey all day, and he can lay around all day without working about that dreaded warm weather. The type of weather where you could nap almost day, with nothing outside to wake you but a gentle wind and quiet snowfall.
Yellow - What makes them happy?
The source of Bobby’s happiness in his life, the reason why he can be so outgoing, just comes down to his friends. Knowing where he belongs and actually fitting in with no one to reprimand him was a constant struggle for him in the past, and to know that he has that now seems like a dream come true. He would do anything for his friends, because in the end they are all he has.
13 & 28
13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker?
Bobby is definitely not a light sleeper. The number of alarm clocks that the young man has slept through is endless. The feeling of warmth is pretty sensitive to him, so you can catch him most nights with half the blanket off the bed. Oh, and he is obviously a sleep talker. The dude can’t stop opening his mouth, even in his sleep.
28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for?
Bobby would probably be famous for his sick skills in skating, or probably that whole ice gift thing that he has going on.
Send in a color and I will tell you about my Muse!
Blue - what brings them comfort? Pink - what makes them blush? Red - Their opinion on love Green - what is their favorite weather? Yellow - what makes them happy? Teal - what does their laugh sound like? Purple - what is their favorite animal? Magenta - What type of music do they listen to? Chartreuse - Do they have any bad habits? Black - Their fears/phobias? White - make up your own question!
Jean laughed and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Come on, I have some coffee and tea in my office.” She said, motioning for him to follow her. “You can tell me everything that happened while you start waking up.”
Bobby smiled, nodding. “Thank you, Jean. Coffee might just be a lifesaver right about now.” He chuckled. “Soo, where to start? My first night here, I find a mutated rat. Now, the only thing keeping me up are books and noisy neighbors. Is it always this weird?”
