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Alexander Rogers. Registered Mutant. Former X-Man. Civil and Mutant Rights activist.

[panthxrus]

Girl

Why is this blog flagged as nsfw? I've got like

Twelve posts

[giulialibard]

[brakehagev2-deactivated20191106]

guys this is actually real like a real person wrote this

[jo2uke-himboshikata]

“more than enough” oh you fucking saints, absolutely pouring wealth onto the unfortunates

[rune-midgarts]

lol this is amazing

[ryulongd]

Dear Prudie,

I think I just witnessed a murder

[teaboot]

You fucking monster

[wahbegan]

GET HER PRUDENCE

[prince-ardyn-lucis-caelum]

No wonder why her name is PRUDENCE

[panthxrus]

For real though

If you're at all interested in pre established relationships

Alex is 100% here for this

[sgojosmom]

also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu

[panthxrus]

Open

His back was to the door, a couple of folding chairs under his arm as he set about prepping for the class-- straightening sketch pads and twitching a little on realizing he wasn’t alone.

“Ah-- if you’re here for the life drawing class, it doesn’t start for almost an hour--”

[panthxrus]

HC - 2

Alex is in the middle of his first year of medical school - and all the headaches that involves.

[gabrielokun]

[panthxrus]

HC - 1

Alex spent most of his childhood at the Xavier institute and was a member of the X-Men for a relatively brief period of time-- Thinking he was of better use in a support position than anything else, he ended up taking on more of a combat-medic role than that of a fighter.

He goes back and forth, now, between working with emergency services (particularly in hero-related disaster cleanup) and helping at the school.

[tony-the-tiger1]

[panthxrus]

Hard reboot

I needed to get my shit together over here, so it’s all gone (except the one meme answer from like 2 years ago because I haven’t saved it elsewhere yet)

All relationships treated as new unless otherwise discussed/plotted/etc.,

Alex deserves better than how I’ve been playing him on here and I intend to change that.

That being said: Message me if you’d like to plot/establish a relationship or anything like that. I’m open to it.

[panthxrus]

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[panthxrus]

00:00:00

in a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muse’s reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

@wanderingrogues

It had always seemed like a joke, that he lived at such a fast pace(running- always running), but his marker never seemed to move. While numbers went in hours and seconds for some people, his seemed to move at a pace of weeks– moving so slowly that he tried to ignore it when the clock ticked down another day.

A week.

A month.

Once, it didn’t seem to move at all for a year, like it was confused over what it was supposed to be saying.

It was easier just to ignore the little string of numbers on his wrist, to keep it covered with a watch or a band as he taught classes- So he didn’t notice when the digits began rolling down to a matter of hours.

Minutes--

Seconds.

He’d accidentally bumped into the taller man when he was walking past the little bakery-- nearly knocking a cake box out of the man’s hands and rushing to catch it all.It had led to laughter and his helping him back inside to check on the cake(ultimately ruined-- but delicious) and hanging around to talk and laugh as another one was made.

Really, he didn’t even notice his marker had come to zero until he’d already left, Connor’s number and half of a damaged cake going home with him, along with plans for coffee the next day.

It was funny, really--He was pretty sure he’d already figured it out, without having to look at his wrist.