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   “Oh, hey, Mister Pym,” says David, appearing cheerful despite the glowing eyes and rainbow energy bleeding off his skin. “Not sure if y’ aware o’ me. I’ve been aware o’ you for a wee bit now. Hard not to be when y’, well … inter-dimensional an’ shit.”

   David Haller doesn’t really involve himself in the inter-dimensional minutia. Oh, he could. He’s pretty sure he’s some sort of inevitable multiversal constant at this point. Hard not to think such things when you’ve been removed from existence at least twice and then dragged, kicking and screaming back into this shit show of a life both times. It’s not really a good thing to be aware of because it just makes his self-destructive nature worse. Makes him want to push the limits. To perhaps get a larger data set and see if the universe will drag him back a third time.

   Which might be a small factor in why he finds himself before a being that calls himself God. A wee bit fucking pretentious, that.

   “So, some basic things y’ should know ‘bout me,” he continues, the cheerful tone slipping from his voice. “I have issues with authority figures and scientists who think they’re beyond morals. So … are we gonna have beef here, mate?”

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Raze had been on mission for Xavier, and left in his yellow jumpsuit. Normal for an X-Man. When he returned, he was wearing white pants and a white vest; left open to show off his body. He was quieter, more reserved. And in hushed tones had been speaking with Rogue and Kurt. Raze had met his mother, and it had effected him deeply.

Logan could tell something was off by the air in the place as he came downstairs; there was a charge, something electric but also tinged with anxiety... fear, even. A sniff told him who was here, who was where... and a cold finger ran up his spine. Raze was home, but if his nose was to be trusted -- and it generally was -- then he was up to something unprecedented. Kurt and Rogue had always been curious about their sibling, sure, but also kept a respectful distance. Logan didn't want Raze knowing too much about her, caring too much about her.

People who cared about Raven always got hurt. Himself included.

So he knew, without having to ask or having to get closer and catch her scent, however faint, that the unthinkable had happened. Raze had finally met his mother. Once he got a good look at him, he felt his feet almost falter -- the boy looked too much like her, dressed all in white.

God damn the woman.

"Raze." He inclined his head -- not wanting to cause a confrontation, but exuding an air that he knew precisely what was going on. "C'mon. I wanna hear your report."

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@defyxoblivion asked: Ares' marriage to Daken(now Fang) hadn't initially given him privilege's on Krakoa, but Ares has long been accustomed to being shunned for his violence. When the day finally came that he was asked to stand before the Quiet Council he did so without fear. No weapon in hand, he looked to them. His eyes fell on Emma first. "I am still prepared to honor the vow I made. The home of my husband is mine, and I will defend it to the last. You need only accept us. Accept me."

Emma wasn't so naive to think that Ares needed a weapon to cause destruction, but she said nothing. The rest of the council wanted to hear the God out, and she would oblige. She scoffed when the Greek man mentioned not being accepted. She assumed he meant his same sex relationship.

As if Emma "bisexual af" Grace needed incentive to accept it. Her only relative worth anything was a gay man, Christian.

She pressed her lips in a thin line. She wanted to bring up that time he joined forces with Osborn, but then he might bring up her place in the Osborn Cabal alongside Namor. She had no choice but to let bygones be bygones.

She steepled her fingers and met his steely gaze, unwavering.

"What assurance do we have that you can be trusted? Mutants have been given amnesty for their pasts and given an opportunity to prove their worth. We could extend it to you, however your past allegiances were not very mutant-friendly, were they?"

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Match sat stiffly in the living room of the apartment, unsure what to do with himself. it's only been a week since his genetic template, er... Kon, took him in and explained some of his plans. like a good weapon, he'd listened and done as asked, yet he's still unsure what to do when left to his own devices. without any standing orders other than 'wait here', Match had sat himself down on the couch and waited.

he ended up hearing Kon before seeing him; mapping his trajectory at least 3 states out, his already stiff back straightening even more as he got up and stood at attention like a good little soldier. the moment the door opened, Match turned to face his 'brother'. he didn't say anything, even though he really wanted to say it was about time he came back, but weapons didn't gripe about little things such as waiting.

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@defyxoblivion: ”I’m not drunk but I’m well on my way.” Nick, also me 🥰

' — this tequila's not SHIT, nicky. '

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📐 Ares being a casual eight ft tall, giving Logan a wink

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"What the hell do they feed ya' on Olympus?"

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it's one of those rare nights, where dane doesn't seem too upset--he doesn't stink like alcohol and he isn't moping away in a quiet corner. he's painting again, albeit this time it's a canvas instead of a wall. bucky can't help himself; all his efforts at resisting climbing all over him like a squirrel on a tree have finally slipped away from him. they haven't had sex in a while, and he's appropriately lonely; imagining dane's fingers in him has felt like an unscratchable itch. he approaches dane so quietly he hears his breath jump when he inhales, the moment he realizes bucky is there.

bucky sinks his arms around dane's waist from behind, pressing his nose into his shoulder--too short to incline over the wing--scenting his cologne, his soaps, the distant ever-present scent of metal and blood, and the stench of the paint cups.

his hands glide over whitman's hips, shamelessly feeling up the sharp edge of his pelvic bones and the bands of muscle, before his natal hand crooks around the weight of his cock through his pants. if dane can focus, he'll feel the metal one is warming up quickly as not to cause temperature related discomfort. bucky knows what it feels like on the sensitive bits, and knows it's a hell of a lot kinder when it was warm.

' hey, ' he coos, ' hope i'm not imposin'. ' it's his out: tell me now if you're not in the mood. ' you wanna keep paintin'? i can sit in your lap and watch. '

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