Mother, of Calamities

[shapeshyft]

Wait... Moira did WHAT?!

[shapeshyft]

I hate this a lot, actually. I skipped the rest of the issue to go read what the fuck was up on the wiki, and I hate this. This Essex / Dominion / Moira / TImeline Fuckery thing? We've already made THE most complicated comic series in the roster even more complicated, fuck off, dude.

[shapeshyft]

Wait... Moira did WHAT?!

[shapeshyft]

Also, HUGE shout out to Steve Rogers, who came out in full regalia to support two gay women reaffirming their love. Absolutely incredible, could not think of a better person to sit front row, extremely happy none of his fuck ass friends showed up with him.

[curtvilescomic]

Mystique by Xinyue Li

[shapeshyft]

I’m trying to get used to call you Mom.

❝ I see. I don't expect that's an... easy adjustment to make. If it's any comfort, son, I've been called far worse. ❞

[shapeshyft]

❝ Air-droppin' into a last man standin' dust-up from the back of a balloon-powered schoolbus ain't what ah thought my kids were into these days. Ah'm a touch disappointed. ❞

[shapeshyft]

My baby... my dottir, she's come back home !

[shapeshyft]

Mom

❝ Son. ❞

[comicwaren]

“You know, of the family reunions I imagined, this wasn’t how I pictured it... but I probably should have.” -- Nightcrawler

Cover art for X-Men: Forever #003, “Unhappy In Their Own Way”

Art by Mark Brooks

[antlerqueer]

It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay. It will not be okay! It's on the inside too!

Joy Ride (2023).

[aapothic]

Shiori did as she was told: breathe. She ground down on forcing her lungs to work, to take in that awful, painful breath that she needed to keep from passing out. It felt nice, the cool rush of air into her chest, quickly followed by the dull, monstrous ache from the gaping wound in her stomach—!

Okay, then.

The sudden intrustion of almost an entire limb wiped away the sweet memory of breathing and dropped a heavy brick right into her throat. Anger was the last thing on her mind.

She swiveled and, with a weak, sick smile, gave Mystique a shaky thumbs up. “It's all good.”

[shapeshyft]

It was never... fun, parting with pieces of herself. Discarding 'clothes' in the middle of a frenzy. Losing her 'glasses' as she tripped and fell. Integral though they were to her motions, the idea of shearing off entire grams of her person just for the sake of continuity was irksome. And that was before facing the discomfort of forced sensory disassociation.

Still. She was asked kindly. There was even a magic word floated her way... Tch.

With a sharp exhale, Mystique's entire engorged hand was severed from her arm. Deep red nails digging just shy of 'too tight' into whatever flesh of Shiori's they could reach, to serve as a constant, deep blue tourniquet. Bones, muscles and skin melted, shrank and slimmed down into something resembling a 'flat bandage'. Holding on, quite literally, for dear life.

❝ Eight blocks. ❞ Her response to the confidence affirming* revelation of 'It's not all good'. ❝ Stay upright for eight blocks- ❞ Until they'd slipped the cordon set up to nab them. ❝ -and we'll see about digging that slug out before heading home. ❞

[aapothic]

If she wanted quiet, Shiori would have suggested just knocking her out and carrying her. But she had a feeling the woman would dump her body and leave her behind for dead than deal with the inconvenience.

“I, uh, am having hard time trying to...” Oops, there went her vision getting black around the edges. “Not to be a little bitch, but I could use the help. Please.”

[shapeshyft]

Please. The word incites something ugly inside of her. Something old, amber hued, and too easily toyed with, that has been coiling around her heart ever since she was-

❝ Breathe in. ❞ Do you feel her pressing into you? Suddenly, her hand 'swollen' to the size of a brick & not so gently rising up into the wound, keeping what was (left) inside, inside. And hopefully, exciting those painful nerve endings enough to keep the girl from blacking out.

❝ I'm going to keep this closed... You won't enjoy the process, but you'll survive long enough to be angry about it. ❞ Her other hand slipped behind & beneath, offering stability for the wicked weave to come.

[shapeshyft]

I love love! Ask anyone.

[shapeshyft]

SMALL THREADS ONLY! Everywhere on Jeanne D'Arc's tumblr I see my soldiers lamenting the fact that their longer threads are left to languish b/c the time & effort it takes to really dig into those are just not readily available any more.

That is why going forward on shapeshyft.internet.edu i'm gonna be sticking to small threads only for a bit. Just to do my part in making y'all, the people that matter, less stressed.

[mutantmuses]

A small smirk formed on Jean's lips as she looked at Mystique. "You mean Rogue or Kurt?" She asked. "I am sure neither of them want to see you." She said then walked over to her. "Why must you put them through so much?"

" You should leave before something awful happens to you. "

[shapeshyft]

❝ Only safe to assume as much, isn't it? ❞ Her son she'd caught up with already. At least to a degree that seemed... acceptable. But Anna Marie- Raven's nonchalance faded some, Jean's question earning a laugh from her.

❝ You don't want to discuss 'child-rearing' with me, Jean. That conversation will not end well for you. So, please. Step aside, and let me see my daughter. ❞

[aapothic]

"Little hard to be quiet... when there's a bullet in my gut." Shiori was trying her best to put pressure on it instead of trying to dig the bullet out. "Did you really have to shoot me?"

[shapeshyft]

Is THAT where the whimpering and whinging was stemming from? Raven steps forward some, leaving her burner on an upturned bench and looming over her wounded 'partner'.

❝ Have to? Of course not. ❞ Did it help their case? Of course! But there would've been other ways to do that too. ❝ Apply pressure from below, into the wound. It'll keep the pain from stinging out while we're QUIETLY. getting back. ❞

[sebeth]

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