#adifferentpxth

[acertainfemininemystique]

@adifferentpxth liked for unsent texts from raven

[xgoldenhour]

// starter for @adifferentpxth​

Crickets were the first thing to be heard that night, the only signs of city-life, minus a pedestrian or two. She was walking aimlessly, not necessarily sure where she’d find herself, just somewhere on the brain. The larger alleyway narrows down the path, leading to a dead-end with either left or right to go. Frankly, she wouldn’t have cared until the sound of voices trailed behind her in the distance. 

Echoing loudly, the voices of two drunk imbeciles entered the alleyway, maybe sixty feet behind. It didn’t take a mind reader to know that any gentlemanly intention was fogged for the night if it was brought in the first place. 

“Hey, sweetheart!” One calls as the blonde walks faster, going to take a right when the alley opens up, leading down a flight of stairs.

There were plenty of options, per say, as to have these morons off her back. An intoxicated mind is far less troublesome to manipulate than say someone sober. She could’ve entered another stranger into the picture, the sihlouette of someone far taller and meaner than the two. Or, she could let loose some dog who most definitely has some sort of rabies. That shuts them up, real quick. All of these were relatively fine ideas to lose a tail, but frankly, she just didn’t have the energy to play pretend today.

So, when the men caught up to the corner she turned they were met with...nothing. Unbeknownst to any passerby, however, as they indeed see a woman declining a flight of stares, but to those she’s hiding from, it was as if she never existed.

“Dude, what the fuck-where did she--” One huffed in frustration as they continued this game of cat and mouse. One gestured back as if to go around the other way, see if she somehow found a shortcut. 

Eloise’s pace quickened, continuing down the promenade with no direction, a bit of a steady heartbeat residing in her chest. She took a breath. making aimless turns to find the main road again, but is met by tweedle dee and tweedle dum themselves as they practically corner her.

“Listen, boys, I’m frankly not in the mood tonight.” She tried to speak with as much certainty as she can muster. “I’ve already called the cops.” As if on cue, a siren blares in the distance, however, her focus falters, encompassed by fear as one hears it far closer than needed and the other sounding like it blared in slow motion. 

Not again.

She pulls up her hand in a last resort, showing what the naked eye would see as just an empty fist, but what she was trying to display to her feeble-minded attackers was a knife. “Just walk away.”

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

@adifferentpxth​ asked: “ do we know each other? ” (memory loss starters)

Wanda swallowed thickly as she looked her father in the eye and saw nothing back. Not a drop of recognition, not a spark of understanding. “Yes, yes we do.” She told him with a shaky nod of the head. “Do you remember anything?”

[youngprofessorx]

"This is your fault." (oh whoops)

X-Men: Dark Phoenix Trailer || Sentence Starters: ACCEPTING

II @adifferentpxth​

This is not what Charles needed right now. Yes, he knew he couldn’t control what other people did-- well, he did, but he did not often like to tap into that ‘skill’ of his-- but he at least wished somebody, what more Erik, would show him some ounce of support; or at least show that he wasn’t completely alone. Guess not. Charles was, once again, completely and utterly alone. “Don’t you think I know that by now?” he shivered, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to dispel a headache. “Look, I didn’t wish for any of this to happen! You should know by now, Erik, that I would never, ever ask for any of this. I just-... I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to fix this.” A beat. “I want to fix this. Make things right,” his blue eyes filled with pity and helplessness now. “Please, Erik, I can’t do this alone. I-... I don’t know how...”

[acertainfemininemystique]

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               SHE  CAN     practically   feel   the   tension   radiating   off   of   him   in   waves   and   she   makes   a   sound   somewhere   between   a   grunt   and   a   sigh   .   they   haven’t   really     talked     since   pietro   and   charles   had   broken   him   out   of   prison   and   it   was   only   a   matter   of   time   before   they   did   .   not   that   she     WANTS     to   .   She   can’t   imagine   he’s   particularly     pleased    .   anyway   ,   aren’t   they   even   ?   she   got   him   locked   up   for   ten   years   .   he   tried   to   murder   her   .   fair   and   square   . 

              ❝    oh   my   god   ,     OUT     with   it   ,   erik   .   i   can   feel   you   seething   from   here   .    ❞

[acertainfemininemystique]

adifferentpxth​:

 It is beyond frustrating to agree with Mystique, but he needs to do it, he needs to keep her from making a mistake that could mean her death. The others’ deaths – it is a loss, yes, but one he can handle.  If something happens to Mystique, however…

 Erik takes a bold step towards her. “Mystique…please, just listen to me! You are making a mistake! When have you stopped thinking rationally?”

             SHE  CAN’T     quite   stop   the   snarl   that   comes   from   her   throat   as   he   steps   toward   her   and   it’s   almost   reflex   when   her   foot   comes   up   in  an  attempt  to   kick   him   back   away   from   her   . 

            ❝    i   said     don’t    .    ❞   and   ,   to   her   horror   ,   her   voice   cracks   just   the   slightest   on   the   last   word   .   she   shoves   the   emotion   back   down   . 

[lovelylostminds]

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He kept walking, expecting the woman to follow him. Every mutant they were passing glanced up upon realizing Erik wasn’t alone, some gazes lingering longer than others. Every newcomer was watched carefully.   “However long you feel like - and contribute to the community.” The magnetist shrugged his shoulders and glanced back at her. “I wouldn’t call them runaways. They are here because of different reasons, but mostly because they are outcasts, they are hated, feared, chased. Here our life is peaceful. There are no prejudices, no fears” He stopped and turned around to her. “No fights.”

Charlotte began to follow him, glancing from side to side as she watched other mutants worked on the land and on other things. She’s able to stay longer than expected, finally a place she can finally rest- though unlike her, most of them weren’t runaways like she was. “I understand..” she nodded. 

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It’s until weeks later that she finally finds a comfortable setting between her and Erik “Is there a way to bring more items to the island?” she asked as she lifted her hands up towards the vegetable garden only for ice to be created above them before she made the ice melt over the sprouts. “Or do we have to go back to the main land to get it ourselves?”

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

@adifferentpxth​ and i plotted.

Wanda sat in the small room outside Professor Xavier’s office, sometimes he had students in here for lessons or tea. She could hear her father and the Professor talking in the next room but they had both warned her that they would know if she tried to read their minds to follow the conversation. Wanda was rarely the Maximoff child that was found in this room, it was normally Pietro. She had lost her temper, another one of the children had been saying hurtful things and she’d snapped. The child was still in the medical room complaining of horrible memories. She stared at her feet instead, waiting for her father to come out.