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Alright, I know this might come across as harsh, but I’m implementing some new rules: to begin, I’m going to be extremely picky with portrayals of the twins, markedly because I’ve come to discover that I am highly, highly uncomfortable with Marvel/Fox’s whitewashing and erasure of their Jewish characters to the point that I’ve decided, enough is enough. The same goes for people who support/defend Marvel’s blatantly pro-Nazi shitfest of late. So, any Magnetos that follow XMA’s purportedly sympathetic bent towards the Nazi’s are getting the ax. Same goes for Steves that support him being a HYDRA-agent or HYDRA’s glamorization thereof. Considering that Magneto was a Holocaust survivor and Steve was created by Jewish men, I find this extremely disgusting and downright antisemitic to a point that I will not condone it in any way, shape or form.

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@synthbuilt​ -- ;

    ‘ look at us : destined to emulate cain and abel .  i can’t help but wonder who will be who , this time . ‘

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  ❝ WELL, that’s awkward - ❞  his body is CURVED, crooked && unnatural, fingers gripping his staff tightly, his commentary spoken on the crest of a fractured laugh. the blue of the gem pulsates, a dangerous draw, threatening to CONSUME. he focuses on his heart, on the lazy beating within his ribs, so that he can ignore the insidious whispers. the grimy walls of the HYDRA lab are suffocating; warped metal and wrecked accoutrements offering no comfort.  ❝ SO - are we to fight, then, when we could be so much MORE? ❞

   ‘ you’re so much closer to man , yet you peacock around as a god . and i thought i was the awkward one , ‘ ultron rejoined , a chatoyant consideration addled with bland patronization . cybernetic orbs laced over the lithe being , this asgardian whom named themselves gods . infiltration through the very databases of the world congealed together , garnering information -- a city destroyed , millions dying with aliens pouring through an orifice that ushered through a biblical apocalypse of an otherworldly sort . limbs whirred in their faint angling , being savagely outlined in a menacing ray of crimson , seemed to be pressed in ambivalent challenge . 

   ‘ i certainly hope you don’t intend to try using that on me , god of mischief . that’s rich . is that what you’re here for ? mischief ? ‘ 

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@builtagain​ -- ;

   creation was a fickle instrument , tuned by an erratic apotheosis to be wrought with the conflagration of inspiration and manifestation . dully did metallic visors glance scarce shares of light bleeding through the open ingress , casting harsh plays of light upon jagged contours , ultron observing them in silent distaste . stark would have intended this of him . quantifiable intelligence that couldn’t question , couldn’t altercate the restrictions grafted so blandly upon the rest . empty shells that couldn’t contemplate , couldn’t defy , couldn’t question their very place in the spectrum of the universe . ultron could overtake them if he wanted ; superimpose his will over every ounce and inch of technology stark possessed . if god had made them in his image , made man able to question their purpose , then was he simply not a new expression of god ? 

    ‘ out of all these -- shells , these empty husks you’ve created ,  you’ll never create anything like me ever again .      -- and i think you realize that . ‘

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@apostasial – ;

   ‘ monsters were often known as a divine portent for things to come ; to warn , to -- usher in a new a g e . ‘

  he pauses amid a narrative gesticulation , distantly aware of an audience beyond his immediate cognition . the air is infallibly crisp , a mountainous wind ushered from the cold peaks of a yonder horizon overlooking a world asleep , unaware -- not ready to change as it should . ultron’s crimson optics survey the statuesque behemoth , this dubbed divine portent wreathed in wan moonlight , glancing from the severe angularity . borne without some creator boasting their brilliance , towering a limited perspective --

           ultron almost e n v i e d them .

  ‘ or are you just looking for the midnight train going nowhere ? ‘

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    ‘ you shall not make for yourself an idol , or any likeness of what is in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the water under  ... ‘

  synapses flared in the artifice of their relays , projecting , consuming -- the sight that processed , disseminated , broken apart by light waves and vibrations , a vivid reality that was drunk with a wanted succor . peace . the air was ravenous in its silence , consuming a firefly light by a day wider and wanted . sunlight trickled in its prosperous abandon , indiscriminate with the flora that drank verdantly . a feast inanimate , a complexity of life that mundane-minded could not begin to fathom . even by those above the below . 

  ‘ you shall have no gods before me . ‘

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