LOOK AT YOU NOW.

look at how you've learned to [hide] your teeth.

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#𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎    an extremely private and selective multimuse roleplay blog for canon characters from marvel comics, video games, and more.    duplicate friendly.    written by scout.   

main blog : @golemn

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what’s magneto’s favorite type of vodka? magtito’s

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quickslver​ - pietro.

     his attention rises as his name is called. he is a hard one to control, has been his whole life. he is rebellious and cold, always willing to show that stubbornness. but, sometimes, magneto tears the loyalty from him and he does as he’s told.  “ i am always restless. ”  a beat.  “ off gallivanting around i am sure. she has told me to leave her be. ”  the sneer that follows such words proves that he is most displeased by that fact.

HANDS CAPABLE OF BENDING mountains settle at the small of his back.   An upright posture draped in maroon, no sign of the boy that was one broken by the Nazis in his stance.   Max Eisenhardt died in those camps.   His corpse becoming the chrysalis for a figure of retribution : MAGNETO.   The Brotherhood serves as a means to an end.   He does not seek glory or tyranny as so many assume, but solace, for all mutant-kind.   ❝ Of that, I am well aware. ❞   He guides one arm before them.   ❝ Walk with me. ❞   His steps are soundless, feet floating a handful of centimeters off the ground as he leads them both to a window.    The Lower New York Bay can been seen in the distance, all that terrible potential just waiting to be seized.   ❝ What do you see when you look out there? ❞

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making an individual doc for each muse....bad idea scoob

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@atloscion

❝  LISTEN, NAMOR, I GOT no clue who stuffed your pillow with snow. ❞   The teenager's lips quirk at the edges with barely contained zeal.   He's a better liar than Toro, but not by much.   ❝ I thought you'd be alright with that kinda' thing, matter of fact. Ice is just frozen water, ain't it? Pitch yourself up by the fire and you'll have a regular ol' waterbed in no time. ❞   Where the actual contents of Namor's pillowcase ended up is a question he'll be asking himself as soon as he makes a break for it. Namor will catch him, that's guaranteed, but he might be able to buy Toro a little more time. 

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@wolvyn​

❝ I SEE YOU, LITTLE Mouse. ❞    Unfaltering crosshairs, the hunter becomes the hunted.   She waited for Miss Cohen at this familiar perch, overlooking the Soviet compound she'd no doubt selected as her next target.   Unfortunately for Evelyn Cohen, her prey knew he was being followed, and hired a Widow to track down the wolf.   ❝ I'm afraid Comrade Peterovsky will be making his flight this afternoon. Now, hands where I can see them. I know exactly what they can do. ❞

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@argenpluma​

❝ WARREN — OR WOULD YOU prefer, Angel?    Though I believe the two of us are far past official titles. ❞   Interlocking circles of the same Venn Diagram, little more than components of a larger scale plan.   He'd acted as both prisoner and ally on separate occasions.    Nowadays, it's difficult to determine just exactly where he stands with each individual X-Man.   ❝ I take it you haven't dropped by for tea? ❞   An empty cup and saucer has been left out for him regardless, the smell of sweet hibiscus permeating the air. 

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@nezhnosts​

❝ I'M AFRAID WE'RE CL— oh, Blanche.    My apologies, I wasn't expecting your visit. ❞   He wedges a stopper beneath the lab door, holding it open for her.   Stark white medical refrigerators line the back of the room, each bolted shut with a combination lock.    Jonathan moves towards the closest, only stopping to look back over his shoulder at her with a wry corner of a smile.   ❝ Here for a refill, I suppose? ❞

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@quickslver​

❝ PIETRO, ❞   MY SON. A title once solely attributed to a corpse still feels like desecration to speak out loud.   Like he might summon the man's early grave with a mere utterance.   One day, this will change.    One day, they will be a proper family, and the world will tremble at their feet.   ❝ You appear restless, moreso than usual. Tell me, where is your sister? ❞

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— excerpt from war of the foxes: “portrait of fryderyk in shifting light” by richard siken

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vlyuvdova​ - natalia.

❝      𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽’𝚃.      ❞          it is only a half - lie she manages to give him,       slipping into the softness of  early morning intimacy  &  the smiles that might come with it.       slender arms that lack their typical day - time harshness  &  strength slip around his torso from where she has come to stand behind him,       &  natasha rests her quiet chin against his shoulder.      IT  IS  A  COLD  &  VIOLENT  CORD  THAT  THRUMS  IN  HER  HEART,        the name sending a chill of mishapen cankers that bite down her spine.        ❝       —     i know,      ❞      is all that she can offer,       so silent in opposition to the reassurances she so often showers him with.       but here   …   THERE IS GUILT  :  &  THERE IS PAIN.       ❝       what’s done is done.      ❞      another half - truth   ( or was it a lie ? )   spread out between them.        ❝       we’re here now.      ❞

SHE’S NOT COLD TO him anymore, but he can still sense the way she freezes against him when he says that name.    A burning ember of the past they’re both still trying snuff out.   ❝ I wanted to understand him. ❞   He does, in a way. At the time he’d thought it was only about himself, a soldier’s typical single-mindedness.   But it was always about her too.   Novokov wanted to replicate what they had — something not even James could do until her memories were restored.   He just wishes it didn’t take him losing her again.   But she is right, they are here now, and they’re prepared this time.   ❝ Natalia. ❞   He turns into her embrace, arms straddling the small of her back.   ❝ Now, I want to kill him. ❞   He should.

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@vlyuvdova​

HE FISHES A CARTON  of milk from the fridge like it belongs to him, nose buried at the cardboard fold for a preliminary sniff before he seeks out the date of expiration.   ❝ Milk's off. ❞   Technically, he was the one who was supposed to empty out the icebox before she got back in town, but things came up, like they always do.   ❝ You good with yours black? I thought that's how you took it anyways. ❞   Dark as sin and hot enough to burn any sane person's tongue.    He rifles through the cupboards, knocking free a box of PG Tips.   ❝ Oh. Could also make tea.   Well, you can make it.   I know you don't trust me near the kettle after last time. ❞

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vlyuvdova· - natalia.

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𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  𝙸𝚂  𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙴𝚃,        touched only by the ghostly bustle of city - life  &  the deafening expanse of a light - polluted sky.         she blinks away the heaviness of half - sleep from her eyes,       greeting the blue - hued darkness of the room,        &  the shadowed silhouette that stands  interrupting  in its midst.         SHE RISES,       skin left unprotected from the cool conditioned air save for the thin  &  satin nightgown that clings to her,        &  she joins him by the window.          ❝       come back to bed.      ❞

❝ I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T mean to wake you. ❞   An apology with no surprise.    Such things are inevitable. They're both light sleepers, more out of necessity than habit.     It's been years since he last went into stasis, but he still fears losing too much time while his eyes are closed.    Their most recent mission has only made it more difficult to succumb to his  lingering drowsiness, and risk giving his unconcious free reign of the guilt chewing a hole through his stomach.   ❝ Can't stop thinking about Novokov. What happened to him...and to you. ❞