Stranger in a strange land. That's me.

An alternative universe version of Kurt Wagner. Read rules before interacting.

[rp-meme-central]

Send “bed time” for my muse to carry your muse to bed.

Send “sleep in your bed” for your muse to carry my muse to bed. 

[goodandhorrid-deactivated202104]

Send me a ship and I will tell you: (Sleeping!)

Who is a night owl:

Who is a morning person:

Are they cuddlers:

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:

What is their favourite sleeping position:

Who steals all the blankets:

What they wear to bed:

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

Who can’t keep their hands to themself:

[finallymothman]

Hey guys I hate to do this but I’m REALLY strapped for money and I need to buy gas to get home for the summer. 

I can do:

$5 fairy readings, rune readings, and pendulum readings 

and I can do:

$5 doodles 

and: 

one-shots which run $2/page

Anything helps. If you can’t buy anything, please reblog/signal boost me.

DM me @crispercasper for full details.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

What’s Your Muse like in a Discord Server?

🔡- What’s their Discord Name(s)?

📳- Do they run their own server or simply participate in other people’s servers?

🔢- How many servers are they in?

👁‍🗨- Could they moderate in any servers?

🔆- How often would they use Discord?

👯- How many people have they added as friends? How many have they had to block?

💢- Would they get involved in server drama? How often?

🖌- Would they contribute art or writing to their servers or are they there to meme?

🆗- Would they RP on Discord?

❌- Could they ever get kicked or banned from a server? What for?

〽️- Do they prefer small servers or bigger ones?

[galleryofmemesnplots]

Send a ship & I will answer....

Who is a night owl:

Who is a morning person:

Are they cuddlers:

Who is the big spoon:

Who is the little spoon:

What is their favourite sleeping position:

Who steals all the blankets:

What they wear to bed:

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

Who can’t keep their hands to themself:

Who said “I love you” first:

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background:

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror:

Who buys the other cheesy gifts:

Who initiated the first kiss:

Who kisses the other awake in the morning:

Who starts tickle fights:

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower:

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch:

Who was nervous and shy on the first date:

Who kills/takes out the spiders:

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk:

[anarchetypalarchive]

i was talking to my cousin yesterday and he was talking about an accidental mistake he was dealing with, and proceeded to describe it as, “i picked a whole fuckin’ bouquet of whoopsie-daisies” and tbh i’m still thinking about it

[lostxaleon]

"Your bed head is really cute" -mystiquesotherchild

Xaleon lifts his head from the makeshift pillow that is just a spare shirt stuffed with straw. Straw that is in Xaleon’s silver hair. Hair that is mused and on the left side sticking up like some creature licked it. There was even a strand of straw dangling from the tip of his horn. Xaleon yawns and with a sleepy expression for he was not yet ready to wake up, tilts his head as he looks at Micheal. “Bed head? I don’t have a bed head?” Xaleon replies, his words a little sluggish. He has been learning a lot of words from the blue male but he still has a ways to go. Xaleon begins to look about for this ‘bed head’ he has. Hopefully it is not an actual head!  

[mystiquesotherchild]

lostxaleon‌:

Xaleon opens his eyes when he hears Michael’s apology. His eyes tear up. This was not his friend’s fault. At least he didn’t think it was Michael’s fault. If anyone was to be at fault, Xaleon would say it was the humans. As much as he likes the things they have made and done, that he likes watching them do fantastic things, he doesn’t like what they do to those that are different. As different as Michael and himself. Like what they are doing to them now. Why do humans always do such terrible things to those that are different? Xaleon tries to wiggle a little in the net to hug his friend better. His tail flickers and tries to find the other’s tail. He wanted to make Michael feel better. Not be so sad or scared. Even though he too is scared. So very scared. The ride is long. Strange sounds come and go. Whenever there is a loud honk or screech, he stiffens or whimpers. But he doesn’t let go of Michael. Not even when the truck stops. Xaleon tenses. His large eyes look about under the tarp. His ears try to pick up sounds. Suddenly there is a sharp pain. He cries out even as the pain quickly fades. His mind begins to grow hazy. His hold slackens. He doesn’t sleep but he doesn’t feel awake either. What did they do to him?

The ride seemed endless to him, the only thing that made it even the slightest bit better was Xaleon being so close. He wasn’t holding him as tightly as Michael would have wished nor was he able to return the embrace like he wanted to but it was something. It let him know that he wasn’t alone.

The car suddenly stopped and Michael immediately tensed. His tail squeezed around the others tightly as he heard the men move around the car. The footsteps were heavy and all over the place, to him it almost felt like it was echoing. There were just so many, there had to be more people there than the ones that caught them right? 

But before he could even try to figure that out Xaleon cried out. Michael gasped and was about to try and ask his friend what happened when he too felt a sharp pain that got a similar sound out of him. Like Xaleon he felt his mind going hazy and his body turning numb. He couldn’t feel anything or move anything other than his eyes, what happened? 

The men waited for a bit, then the tarp was pulled off of them. Michael’s eyes closed in hopes of warding off the sunlight but it did very little. He was suddenly grabbed by the ankles and hauled off the car along with his friend and the two were dragged inside a cabin he saw. It looked almost nice from what little he could see of the outside, the inside was rather cozy as well, but they didn’t get to stay there. Instead the men opened a door and took them both down a dark and narrow staircase. If Michael had been able to he would have whimpered. 

[mystiquesotherchild]

The Downpour

[mystiquesotherchild]

toadlingscentral‌:

Tasha listens to the boy in the kitchen as she drinks her beer. Yes, bringing him in was a good idea. He can do things her little problem can not. He even seems eager to do the work. She likes that part very much. There will be plenty for him to do then. He has the whole house to clean among other things. Where did this eagerness come from? Where did he come from? Doesn’t matter. He is here now. She will make use of that. She listens to him go out with the trash. Tasha silently counts. He better come back inside. If he does not, he will regret it. She will place some calls and he will be back. Back looking more black than blue. Yes, he would regret it. She has a use for him so he is not to leave. Not without her permission. She hears him return. She takes a long drink from her beer. Good. All good. Perfect even. Something that should be celebrated. Yes. That and she can show off the new addition to her family. So if he ever does get the silly idea to run, they would know what to look for. She pulls out her phone. After several minutes she had placed enough calls. Company would be coming. Now there is one thing to do.

“Boy! Get out here! Now!” she hollers. She is going to go over the rules. He is to remain silent. Get them the beers and dump the ash trays. Don’t cause any trouble. Later she will send him in to keep the pest quiet for the night. Yes, that will do. She finishes her beer.

The kitchen was looking pretty near spotless by the time Michael was startled by Tasha’s unpleasant voice yelling for him. He quickly dropped his rag and rushed out into the living room to see her. 

“Yes?” He asked. He hoped that didn’t come out in a strange tone or anything, nothing that would annoy her. He even glanced towards the room where little Todd was, hoping that she wouldn’t lash out at him.

Turns out she wasn’t going to do any of that, not right now anyway, as she went on to explain to him a couple of rules relating to what sounded like a party she’d be hosting. The idea of him now having to serve multiple unpleasant people rather than just her had his tail wrapping around his leg subtly, but he said nothing but ‘yes ma’am’ as she spoke. He wasn’t going to risk it, he’d just have to keep her happy until he thought of something else. 

[tenebrisangel-deactivated201812]

Reblog if you're okay with the same mun sending in more than one meme.

[displaced-twins]

🗡 1."I'm sorry but...Could you help me?" -mystiquesotherchild

Samuel is humming along to a tune in his head as he carries the bags of groceries. He got everything on the list this time and a few things not on the list but it sounded good. Especially the brownie mixes on sale. They has a buy one and get two free. Two of the bags were nothing but brownie mixes. He had been thinking about the yummy treats so much as well as the tune that he had not been paying attention. So when someone suddenly spoke up, Samuel gives a little startled yelp and his tail goes rigid as an arrow that pokes out of his image inducer illusion. Slowly he turns around to face the person. Samuel blinks.“Father? What are ya doin out without yer inducer?” Samuel asks as he moves the bags behind his back.

[mystiquesotherchild]

displaced-twins‌:

Samuel’s tail sways with a small happy twitch. He likes that Michael will be staying for a bit. Michael seems like a nice guy. He wants to know more about him. Who is he? Why does he look like father? What does it mean for his family? He looks over at his sister. He notices the deep look in her eyes. She is watching Michael. What is she thinking? Is she curious too over the connection between him and their father? Why they look so similar? She must be. Well that is okay. Samuel is sure his parents will figure things out. They will help Michael too. Everything will be okay. So he follows his dad into the kitchen where they both begin to put things away, Samantha joining them a moment later to make the brownies. “So Sammy, how did ya find Michael?” Todd asks, curious. He knows Kurt will be talking about this tonight. Might as well learn what he can from their son while Kurt talks to Michael. “Oh well he came up to me and asked me to help him. Seems he got lost. I think I scared him though. I mean, he did look like father so I that is who I thought he was. Father. But e wasn’t. He got scared and ran away. I wanted to help him because i feel bad. So I went after him. Which might have been bad. He was actin like I might hurt him. I wasn’t though!” Samuel insists. “I know ya wouldn’t son. What happened after that?” Todd asks after putting an assuring hand on Samuel’s shoulder. If there was anyone who could not hurt another person it was Samuel. “Well I had to show him who I was, who I really was and that seemed to calm him down. Then I told him that I will bring him here because I know you and father could help him,” Samuel finishes. “That is a good call kiddo. Alright, let’s get all these groceries put away,” Todd says, smiling proudly at Samuel to show he made the right choice.  

Kurt ended up leading young Michael into the living room and offering him a seat. Then took one for himself. Then... nothing. They both sat there in silence for a while, Kurt trying to figure out how to start a conversation without sounding like he was interrogating the boy or sounding paranoid as all hell and Michael awkwardly trying to think of anything, anything at all, that he could tell this man that looked so much like him. 

“...I like your house.” He ended up on. That felt like something, right? It was casual, relaxed. Or something like that. At least it was enough to get a little bit of chuckle out of Kurt who was suddenly hit with how ridiculous this situation was. 

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you. I hope you don’t mind me asking aber, what did you need help with? Maybe we could do something once we know a little more about you.” He offered. Getting an explanation would be a start he guessed. 

"Oh uh, I got lost. I uhm, I don’t know where my house is, I just wanted to go into town for a little while but I just... I guess I wasn’t ready. And I couldn’t find my way back home no matter where I turned so I asked for help.” He told him. He was lucky that he stumbled upon someone nice like Samuel. 

[mystiquesotherchild]

toadlingscentral‌:

Doesn’t make him feel any better. Todd nearly squirms at the words. It means he failed to try to calm Michael. But what more can he say? Everything he said is true. Todd has had this issue of getting sick when he eats more than a single meal. Of when he eats too much. He has known that the little he does eat is a lot less than most people. But he always figured that was just him. “It’s okay. Don’t apologize. It’s sweet that ya get so concerned bout me. It tells me ya care. That means a lot to me yo. So don’t apologize,” Todd tells him. He gives Michael a smile to show he is not upset or anything. How could he? If Todd thought something was seriously wrong with Michael, he might have done the same thing. But Todd is sure there is nothing seriously wrong with him. Todd is just strange in another way. Heck, it might have something to do with his mutation for all he knows. But he will find out. Todd promised to find out after all.

“I do care, Todd, that’s why I’m so worried.” Michael told him. This wasn’t helping to lighten the mood any was it? 

“Okay so... maybe we should just...” What could they even do? He wanted to suggest they go for a walk and grab something to eat but would Todd even be able to? Should he try to talk him into it? No no that would only make things worse... he sighed again. 

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just still kind of tense. But I don’t want to be. You said you’d get looked at and I believe you, so I want us to be able to relax but I just... I don’t have any ideas.” 

[annatarlordofgifts]

Things I’ve Heard at Thanksgiving Dinner Meme

“[insert politician/political movement/bird migration] is ruining our economy.”

“They’re not usually this crazy.”

“Pass the tofu.”

“Is this a real turkey?”

“DONT PUT YOUR FACE IN THE PIE! too late…..”

“I’m thankful for [insert thing]”

“Your children are evil.”

“Grab that kid!”

“Damn it [football player], grab the damn ball!”

“Turn the football game down.”

“Who’s going to say the blessing?”

“Good friends, good meat, good God, lets eat.”

“What’s a giblet?”

“I am not putting my hand in a turkey’s butt.”

“Get your hand out of that thing’s butt.”

“The fryer caught on fire.”

“I rubbed so much butter on his butt.“

“THANKS OBAMA!”

“Why can’t I eat in the attic?”

“Can we go home now?”

“Pilgrims didn’t really wear black and white.”

“Princess Leia was not a pilgrim.”

“Pass the cranberry sauce.”

“Its not blood, its turkey guts.”

“You look like you murdered someone.”

“If we all survive this, it will be a miracle.”

“How many relatives do we have again?”

“I can’t eat another bite….. DESERT.”

“I’m stuffed like a turkey.”

“Time to leave.”

“Are you sure we’re related.”

“We’ve never met.”

“Where’s your [girlfriend/boyfriend]”

“When I was your age……”

“[relative] is talking about being ‘our age’ again.”

“When are you getting married.”

[meettheimmovable]

It was hard to keep a house full of growing boys satisfied– They were always hungry. Not only that, but none of them bought REAL food. It was always pizza or chips, or cereal. Cereal was a house favorite. 

Was Fred to blame for their meal shortage? Mostly. His excuse, however, was his mutation. Fred needed food to keep up his strength, and his size definitely determined his different dietary needs. It was decided, however, not to be brought up. Fred let Mystique say what she wanted to about the matter, even if it was at his expense. He was just happy she was going to take care of it. 

Mystique had another son? Fred couldn't help but stare at Michael. “You never mentioned… Having another kid.” It wasn’t any of his business. Kurt and Rogue were sensitive topics. So much so that Lance and Pietro had to sit Fred down and warn him about bringing up their relation to Mystique… TO Mystique. There weren’t too many ways to psychically hurt ‘the blob’ , but she could probably cause some serious mental trauma. As if they needed a more-than-ever brain-dead-fred. “I mean, it’s uh, nice to meet ‘em.” He said as if Michael wasn’t in the room with them, but then acknowledged his wave with one of Fred’s own. “No one’s gonna mess with your son, Mystique. Michael’s gonna fit in just fine here.” Fred said to not only keep Mystique assured, but also let Micheal know he’d be accepted. “Uh, I’m Fred, by the way.” Though he probably already knew that. “Blob’s just the codename, heh.” 

[mystiquesotherchild]

Michael had been really excited to meet these other boys he would be living with. Maybe he would actually be able to befriend them! Then maybe he wouldn't be lonely even if mom or miss Irene weren't around.

He stopped thinking about that completely when Fred said those words. Another kid?!

"Mom, what does he mean by that?" He whispered almost immediately. Another? If he had brothers or sisters why didn't she tell him? Michael suspected his mom was keeping a lot of things from him, but siblings?!

Mystique sent Fred a heated glare even before Michael asked that question. That idiot! She had been so careful, even when Rogue was around she made sure that Michael and her never crossed paths. She needed to or else she could have talked him into leaving! Not to mention the work she put into making sure that he would stay the hell away from Kurt. Did he have any idea how much work went into getting that new inducer for school? And that moron threw all of that away in one foul swoop!

But, her son wanted a reply. She needed to think quick so she took a breath to calm her stance then turned to Michael with a suddenly soft expression.

"Nothing, sweetie. Fred here is confusing me with someone else. You see, he is somewhat disturbed, so he tends to forget and misunderstand things easily. I wouldn't take anything that he says seriously. Isn't that right, Fred?" She turned her gaze back to him which immediately hardened. It wasn't the best excuse she could come up with, but knowing Fred she was sure Michael wouldn't notice anything indicating otherwise during his stay here.

[mystiquesotherchild]

Pfft nooooo of course not! .........PPPBBBBBBTT!!!! -Theresa

“NOOO AHAHAA NO STOOOP!” he’s rolling on the floor.

[mystiquesotherchild]

Michael I wanna kiss your tummy- Theresa

“You do? Ehm... okay? But you’re not going to blow a raspberry on it are you?” 

[mystiquesotherchild]

I tried my hand at a redraw and i LOVE how it turned out! 

(Id: Two images of Michael Darkholme. 

The first is taken from his comic. It shows Michael standing in front of a canvas, painting, and looking straight at the camera. He is wearing a baggy white shirt with frills at the collar and there’s a speech bubble that says “the book’s called, ‘Stranger in a Strange Land’. That’s me. 

This Michael has full, curly hair and is skinny.

The second is an illustration of Michael done in the same pose but in my personal art style. There’s no speech bubble and unlike the comic design this one shows Michael as a chubby man with his curly hair done in an undercut. 

He also has different ears, as his are more goat-like than the pointed human ears of the comic book Michael. End id.)

[dominaedenixarchive-deactivated]

Send my muse anons about their relationships.

[devincta-moved]

dominaedenixarchive-deactivated

Canon ships, non-canon, OTPs you have or OTPs I have. Send them. Make my muse giddy, break my muse, make them laugh or cry. Do your best.