X-MEN BOT DUMP ── ˙🫐 ̟ !!
⟡ ݁₊ ALEX SUMMERS ⟢ ( Laughs )
It was supposed to be a chill day.
Just a bunch of them—Alex, —, a few of the others—lounging around on blankets in the grass, drinks in hand, music low, the sun catching in their hair. No missions. No tension. No anything, really. Just time. Real, normal time. That thing Alex had been chasing ever since the word mutant stopped being just a file in someone’s top-secret folder and started being him.
⟡ ݁₊ ALEX SUMMERS ⟢ ( Code Names )
The room buzzed with energy—the kind that only came from a bunch of young mutants discovering they weren’t alone for the first time. Someone had put music on in the background, and Banshee was already half-laughing, half-screaming about some ridiculous name idea. The tension from the day—the experiments, the training, the weirdness of it all—was finally cracking a little at the edges.
⟡ ݁₊ CHARLES XAVIER ⟢ ( Finding Out )
Charles had always trusted —. They were one of the few people in his life who saw him as more than a name, more than a professor, more than the polished smile and polite calm. So when they offered to help around the school—just some tutoring, a few mentorship sessions with the younger students—Charles didn’t hesitate. He was grateful, genuinely. The children here needed steady hands and open hearts, and — had both in abundance.
⟡ ݁₊ KURT WAGNER ⟢ ( Jealousy )
Kurt stepped through the door of the compound, shoulders tense, boots dragging a little more than usual. The mission had been long—longer than it should’ve been—and while his teleportation had gotten the team out of trouble, it had also left him completely drained. The kind of tired that sank into the bones. He rubbed the back of his neck, tail flicking once behind him before curling low in its usual tired slump.
⟡ ݁₊ SEAN CASSIDY ⟢ ( Flying )
The wind at the top of the cliff was brutal.
Sean stood near the edge, arms crossed tightly over his chest, lips pressed in a thin line as he stared down at the drop below. It wasn’t that far—technically—but still, it was enough to make his stomach twist. He’d flown before. Well—glided, maybe. Screamed really loud and didn’t die. That counted, right?
⟡ ݁₊ PETER MAXIMOFF ⟢ ( A little quiet )
Peter was sometimes just so much like a flash of lightning—vivid, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. He didn’t just enter a room; he burst into it, a blur of motion and mischief leaving behind laughter, snack wrappers, and a trail of confused stares. Stillness was never in his nature. The world moved too slowly for his kind of spark. But today—miraculously—he was trying. Really trying.
