Call me a mutant, 'n' I'll tear yer throat out...

G'day, names Stephan Davis. This is an open RP blog (Marvel), feel free to send in asks and starters. I track my scaledthelassophile tag. This is open to RP with anyone, may contain NSFW content, all fandoms welcome, not just a Marvel blog, anyone can participate.

[scaledthalassophile]

What’s Best For Her || CLOSED

[scaledthalassophile]

He pushed the door open for them both and stepped in, adjusting to the lightening. He saw more kids run around, a few stopped and stared at him before quickly running to their rooms. Sophie was too busy looking around to notice the children staring at her father.

“Da? Where’s his office? Da?” She turned when he didn’t answer to find that a bunch of kids had swarmed him all talking at once.

“IT’S SOBEK!” 

“Can I have your autograph!?”

“I was here first, Libby! I want a selfie!”

“--You’re music is amazing!”

“My favorite is Eva’s ballad!” They were so busy trying to get to him they pushed Sophie out of the way. She fell over and cried out. 

“Hey!” Stephan snapped out, the kids fell silent as he waded through them to his daughter and helped her up. “You ok?” She nodded slowly. “Good.” He turned his attention back to the kids. “What if it had been one of you?”

“Sorry...” some of them mumbled, eyeing Sophie.

“Da, they were just excited...” Sophie frowned. He sighed and stood up straight.

“I know. I just don’t want you hurt.” She smiled at him as he ruffled her hair. “I have to meet the professor, I’ll be around later for anything you guys want.” They all groaned sadly but he picked Sophie up and put her on his shoulders before stepping further in the school. He sniffed the air, his tongue slightly hanging out. He glanced up on the second floor and saw three teachers watching him from there. He remembered one or two of them. Nodding at them as he walked. He noted another was in the living room, this one smelled familiar but he shrugged it off and continued down the hall.

[scaledthalassophile]

What’s Best For Her || CLOSED

@iamthewolverine

“Sophie!” He grabbed the young girl before a bus hit her. “Stay close ta me, you’re gonna get yourself killed if ya wander off.” He looked begrudgingly around the busy city and wished fro the sounds to just shut up. All the noise, it made him go nuts. It was too much. He must have looked a bit angry because his daughter pulled on his hand. 

“School’s this way, dum dum.” she smirked as she led him off. They slowly traveled to the school. It had been over 10 years since he had set foot anywhere near it. And he wasn’t prepared to go back, but it was hard to say no to his little devil. He looked at her as she was reading a map and mumbled to herself on where to go. He had insisted they just warp there with the magic they had left. But she wanted to walk, like a normal person. That kinda hurt. She always wanted to do things the normal way. He wasn’t sure how to handle that. He was use to his boys blowing up his bed for fun, or dropping a raccoon on him in the shower. THAT was normal to him. But...walk around New York with a map? Hide your mutant powers? He didn’t like that. He had learned to accept his powers pretty damn fast. Sophie? Not so much. She was having trouble. And that’s exactly why they were going to the school.

When they reached the front gates he stopped, frozen to the spot. She almost fell back, considering she was holding his hand and was yanked back. 

“Da?” She frowned. “You ok?”

“16 years.” He spoke softly staring at the school. He saw children running around on the grounds and all of them had their mutations out, loud and proud. He swallowed as she noticed his nervous behavior. 

“Da? You ain’t still nervous about the professor, right?” Sophie frowned.

“What?” He looked at her, frowning, his brow furrowing.

“Mom said the only mutant you were ever scared of was Xavier.”

“I--what?--No--that’s ridiculous....no. I’m not. Never was. Let’s go.” His pupils that looked like lizard slits, thinned up a bit as he spoke, avoiding eye contact with her, he took her hand again and quickly headed to the front door, his gut screaming at him to turn back.

[fuckingretired]

there  are  things  people  don’t  know  about  him.   how  he  can  SENSE  and  SEE  things  most  people  can’t.  how  he  doesn’t  just  drink  and  smoke  for  the  hell  of  it.   this  would  be  one  of  those  times  where  the  power  of  an  individual  FLOODS  his  senses,   overwhelming  them.   he  can  tell  there’s  a  great,   ancient  power  in  this  man.   one  that  could  make  ANY  mortal  UNCOMFORTABLE.   he  reaches  into  his  pocket  for  a  cigar,   keeping  a  keen  eye  on  the  man.   hopefully  he  wouldn’t  be  too  much  of  a  nuisance.     ❛ y’need somethin’, bud? ❜

@scaledthalassophile !

[scaledthalassophile]

Stephan was walking down the street talking to a young woman with tattoos. They were waiting for the cross walk signal, standing next to a familiar looking guy. The girl was trying not to laugh as Stephan sized him up. “Got a light?” He asked, his deep voice rich with an Australian accent. A slight smirk on his lips as he pulled the cigarette from behind his ear.  

@retiired

[baebeegalaxy]

Stephan Davis muse aesthetics

[scaledthalassophile]

Closed

[leftsomescratches]

Victor felt his eye twitch and the left side of his lip lift up in a half snarl. “Temper…” The tone in Victor’s voice had something to it that was enough to send the remaining few men in the bar scattering on out before the carnage began. “Kid, that ain’t no temper. What you did ain’t nothing short of a coward’s move.” Victor wasn’t about to let this kid walk around thinking that there wasn’t something higher in the food chain than him. Every man worth their salt should know that there’s someone out there that is better than their own best. 

[scaledthalassophile]

“Right...and comin' from a man who kills for a hobby, I’m sure I’ll listen fairly hard, like when mama use ta read me fairy tails, and sin' nursery rhymes. No, what I did, was a luxury. A luxury many men can’t pay up ta, and like many other luxuries, ya don’t need it. You can’t do fuckin' shit with it...But what’s the harm in indulgin' yourself like the animal ya truly are?” He finishes his pint, putting it down. “I know my code of conduct...The public wants an animal, they got one.” He said bitterly. 

@leftsomescratches

[brucebannerramma]

“Do you want to know the gender?” (Not Bruce's kid, Stephan's just excited to share the news)

“Absolutely!”

// probably a thousand years late

[scaledthalassophile]

“It’s a girl!” He cackled happily. Holding up a photo of the small baby who could probably fit in the Hulk’s hand. “Sophie...”

[scaledthalassophile]

Closed

@leftsomescratches

Stephan sat in the bar. It wasn’t fancy, it was old and run down. Only a few men sat drinking pints. Stephan downed his beer, ordering another with a flick of his hand and lit a cigarette. He sucked in a breath, his eyes closing as he held the smoke in his lungs. He opened his mouth and let the smoke lazily curl out, his eyes opening. 

“You pay this time kid. Last time you ducked outta 500 bucks. No money no drink.” The bartender sneered at him. The Aussie looked up, not lifting his head, glaring at the bigger set man. “I run a business Davis, not a charity.”

“Last I checked I was the only regular yer lucky enough ta get. So how’s ‘bout ya shut your laughin’ gear and get me me amber, whacka.” Stephan said coolly. The bartender snarled, pulling out a gun. 

“I said you pay or no drink. I ain’t losing more money, you fucking brat.” The bar had went silent. Everyone’s eyes were on the dark skinned young man and the bartender. Stephan lifted up his hand lazily to his cigarette and pulled it out, holding it between his fingers, blowing smoke in the bartender’s face. 

“Have it yer way then.” He said, he flicked his cigarette and in a flash long sharp claws grew from where his regular nails were. As soon as they did the skin around his hand and up his arm grew black scales that gleamed when he moved. The bartender’s face fell in horror, his mouth opening to take back what he said but before he could get one word out Stephan swung his arm and cut the barrel of the gun down the middle like it was butter. He reached over and grabbed the yelping man, pulling him close to his face. “I ain’t a patient man. Ya shoulda gotten the beer when I asked.” Stephan moved his thumb, slitting the bartender’s throat and threw him like a rag doll in the corner. No one moved as they watched Stephan stand up and lean over the bar, pouring himself a pint of beer. 

[leftsomescratches]

Victor liked coming to this place. It was an out of the way sort of hole in the wall where he can lay low and with relative peace. He knew the owner and as long as Victor paid his tab the man wouldn’t tell a soul that Victor was here or comes here. 

The last time he was here, the bartender griped about this ‘punk kid’ who came in last time, drank his fill, and then walked out without paying. That was a curious thing to happen in this hell hole. It may not have been busy all the time, but it was a place where people like Victor and other pieces of filth of the world came to with an unspoken respect towards the place and the owner. Victor suggested the old man get himself a gun and use it. If it was some punk kid then he’ll scare the boy into paying. 

Once the blood filled the air however, Victor realized this wasn’t just any regular ‘punk’ kid. Oops. Victor thought to himself as the bartender fell limp and dead to the ground and the kid helped himself. The feral hardly felt sympathy toward the whole scene, but to hell if he was going to be silent about it. “Ya know, he was my favorite in this shit hole.” He stated, breaking the silence but not the tension. 

[scaledthalassophile]

The young man hardly looked over as he drank. He’d seen the infamous villain in the bar quite often, didn’t think to ever say anything. In fact, Stephan preferred to keep to himself. Hide his powers when he could and take people by surprise, before they had a chance to pray for their little significant lives. “Good ta know, sorry ya couldn’t ask him ta tea before I lost me temper.” Stephan rolled his eyes. 

[thedoctornumber11]

Open roleplay for anyone to respond to!

“I refuse to vote for any of the reptiles.  None of them is wearing a fez.”

[scaledthalassophile]

“How did society get ta a point where they vote for reptiles. I mean I don’t care it’s reptiles...but the whole fuckin' race is goin' ta shit.” Stephan groaned. “Does a fez really make a difference?” 

[scaledthalassophile]

Closed

@leftsomescratches

Stephan sat in the bar. It wasn’t fancy, it was old and run down. Only a few men sat drinking pints. Stephan downed his beer, ordering another with a flick of his hand and lit a cigarette. He sucked in a breath, his eyes closing as he held the smoke in his lungs. He opened his mouth and let the smoke lazily curl out, his eyes opening. 

“You pay this time kid. Last time you ducked outta 500 bucks. No money no drink.” The bartender sneered at him. The Aussie looked up, not lifting his head, glaring at the bigger set man. “I run a business Davis, not a charity.”

“Last I checked I was the only regular yer lucky enough ta get. So how’s ‘bout ya shut your laughin' gear and get me me amber, whacka.” Stephan said coolly. The bartender snarled, pulling out a gun. 

“I said you pay or no drink. I ain’t losing more money, you fucking brat.” The bar had went silent. Everyone’s eyes were on the dark skinned young man and the bartender. Stephan lifted up his hand lazily to his cigarette and pulled it out, holding it between his fingers, blowing smoke in the bartender’s face. 

“Have it yer way then.” He said, he flicked his cigarette and in a flash long sharp claws grew from where his regular nails were. As soon as they did the skin around his hand and up his arm grew black scales that gleamed when he moved. The bartender’s face fell in horror, his mouth opening to take back what he said but before he could get one word out Stephan swung his arm and cut the barrel of the gun down the middle like it was butter. He reached over and grabbed the yelping man, pulling him close to his face. “I ain’t a patient man. Ya shoulda gotten the beer when I asked.” Stephan moved his thumb, slitting the bartender’s throat and threw him like a rag doll in the corner. No one moved as they watched Stephan stand up and lean over the bar, pouring himself a pint of beer. 

[fineinteriors]

[scaledthalassophile]

UGH, interior design porn.

[scream]

[satyinepu]

#firefly

[fallenxnotxbroken-archived-blog]

#almost human

[scarredbymonsters-archived]

#Tera Nova

[serenabinx]

Mostly Firefly. Browncoats are scary passionate.

[scaledthalassophile]

#Hannibal

[leftsomescratches]

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Send ⁇⁇ and my muse will blurt out any and all questions they’ve always wanted to ask yours.

@scaledthalassophile

(this questions will suck so much cause I haven’t roleplayed with this character yet)

“Do ya hibernate in the winter time?”

“Why even bother tryin’ ta be the hero? That’s a very unappreciated job.”

“Got anyone special in yer life I should know about?”

[scaledthalassophile]

“...It’s winter now, ain’t it?” Stephan said, his face blank other than an eyebrow that rose. “And I ain’t a hero. Last I checked I blew up a government buildin’ for funnzies.” He smirked, his eyes glistening. “And as a matter of fact, I do have someone. Pretty little sheila, she is. Think ya know her mom.”

[askdavidagentzeronorth]

"Hey...I need a favor..." Stephan mumbled, hating every ounce of himself for asking.

“A favor?” David looked up from his work. “…Sit down and tell me what kinda favor.”

[scaledthalassophile]

Stephan reluctantly sat down, fumbling with his chain in his hands. He watched his hands quickly flip it in his fingers and swing it around them before looking up. “I want explosives. And a lot of them.”

[askdavidagentzeronorth]

Zero blinked. Had he heard him right? This kid wanted explosives…sure the kid was a villain and a nasty one at that but, give him that? For what? “What do you need it for?”

[scaledthalassophile]

“I think that’s my own business. I know you can get your hands on only the best. And that’s what I need. So…you get me those, I give you back this little memory chip.” Stephan held up a flashdrive. He smirked. “I’m sure you need it to continue your hunt for Magneto and all those nasty villains who can’’t possibly hurt your wife.”

[askdavidagentzeronorth]

David nearly strangled the kid, right there. He unclenched his fist before answering. “I do this…you make sure those bombs don’t hurt her or any of our loved ones.”

[scaledthalassophile]

“Oh come on, you think I’d hurt Cora’s mother? That’s beyond evil.” He smirked, his sharp teeth shining. 

[scaledthalassophile]

"Let's have a little chat." Narcissa sat down across from Stephan, scooting a pint of beer over.

“…About?” He took the pint, eyeing her and it before taking a swig.

[scaledthalassophile]

He watched her for a bit before answering. “Look, I get why you don’t want me near her…I’d never do nothin’ ta hurt her or put her in danger. She’s not just some sheila…she really matters ta me. I’ve been workin’ to make sure me life won’t mix up on me career. I don’t care if something happens to others but if it happens to her…I’d never forgive myself.” He said, leaning back in his chair, picking up the pint drinking slowly.

[narcissaofdiscord]

“You can’t always protect her Stephan…I know first hand you can’t always be there.” She frowned. “I love her…I care about her so much. I don’t want anything to happen. Please, just consider that.”

[scaledthalassophile]

He met her eyes, nodding, before looking down. “Right…Suppose it’s best if the mess of beast got out of her life before the baby comes. They don’t need a father that pulls her into a war more than peace.” He stood.

[narcissaofdiscord]

She sighed, rubbing her eyes. “I care about you Stephan. I do…But think…are you really right for her and the baby?” She looked at him, frowning. “She needs stability and safety.” 

[scaledthalassophile]

He looked up at her. “...I know I’m not the first person you’d chose...I know...you’d want someone the opposite of her father. But look...I love her...I can’t just walk away. I won’t ever walk away from her. She’s the only person I have a connection to.”

[sunrisepositivity]

[scaledthalassophile]

OPEN

[scaledthalassophile]

Stephan ignored the internal bleeding as he Victor tried justifying his actions. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something besides the pain that was spreading and making his body warm but cold. As soon as Victor egged him on with a smirk Stephan’s eyes snapped open and he sucked in a breath and spit in Victor’s face. The skin it hit started to boil and burn. Stephan smirked back. 

“Acid. It comes in handy.” Stephan snickered at Victor’s face.

[askvictorsabretoothcreed]

Victor jumped off the boy, snarling, holding where the acid hit. His healing factor was kicking in but not fast enough to keep the stinging pain away. “Little bastard–” Victor began, starting at the boy, his claws growing even more till they were six inches long. “I’mma fucking kill ya!”

[scaledthalassophile]

“Come on fur ball, give it to me good.” Stephan mocked. His eyes flashed golden and the pupils turned to slits. Black scales started to grow from under his skin, some red ones making a pattern from his neck down to his legs. The kid had long claws as well to match Victor’s, as well as fangs.

[askdavidagentzeronorth]

"Hey...I need a favor..." Stephan mumbled, hating every ounce of himself for asking.

“A favor?” David looked up from his work. “…Sit down and tell me what kinda favor.”

[scaledthalassophile]

Stephan reluctantly sat down, fumbling with his chain in his hands. He watched his hands quickly flip it in his fingers and swing it around them before looking up. “I want explosives. And a lot of them.”

[askdavidagentzeronorth]

Zero blinked. Had he heard him right? This kid wanted explosives…sure the kid was a villain and a nasty one at that but, give him that? For what? “What do you need it for?”

[scaledthalassophile]

“I think that’s my own business. I know you can get your hands on only the best. And that’s what I need. So...you get me those, I give you back this little memory chip.” Stephan held up a flashdrive. He smirked. “I’m sure you need it to continue your hunt for Magneto and all those nasty villains who can’’t possibly hurt your wife.”