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[crumpetsandcrackers]

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“Come on, man. I’m telling you this is good street meat. Definitely not rat. Maybe not rat. I’d say maybe horse, but it’s not a tesco lasagne, so we’re safe there.”

[gijesus-blog]

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“And when we start turning on each other? Like is happening now? What then? Do we start throwing people off the comet? Our problems will only follow us. We need to solve them now, or at least learn how to handle them.”

He studied him a long moment before finally answering the question. It had been a good one. “I think Apocalypse was angry, because he didn’t understand what strength was. It wasn’t because he was alone. I... couldn’t speak to how his childhood was like. But by the time he was an adult, he had an entire tribe of people that not only thought like he did, but worshiped him for it. No, he was alone, because he chose to be alone. Because he made himself alone. Set himself apart and above, because he thought he knew how things should be. We can’t afford to make that mistake, Morgan. I’ve made it before, and it cost me dearly. It’s something we all have to work towards together, or it won’t stick. People like us are powerful. And it frightens even those who should know better. Instinct is a hard thing to fight.”

He put a hand on his shoulder. “You aren’t a mistake, Morgan. You aren’t a disaster waiting to happen. I’ve never once thought that. Due to your mutation, it’s highly likely you’ll live for an extremely long time. You’ll live long enough that one day, some kid will look at a holo of Apocalypse and say ‘Wow! That guy looks like Lazarus!’ You just have to be patient. You just have to keep working towards that. You’re one of the very few people of this world that actually has time on their side. You’re going to get to see the fruit of your labors. You’re going to see the day humans and mutants get along with as little animosity as they have over eye color. That’s the day you need to wait for, work for. That day, and those people. If you can’t do it for the present, do it for a better tomorrow. That’s what I do. Don’t lose hope, Morgan.”

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@kidcataclysm [cont.]

“Well -- that’s not a bad thing to be recognized for....” It was better than some of the other things she got in the past, at least. 

She didn’t mean to seem like she was staring. Not really, anyway. Tandy was hardly one to judge for appearances most of the time, especially when it came to facial markings. Her own was strange enough sometimes when she did nothing to conceal it.

“I....I usually go by Dagger.”

[psylockedbetsy]

Dodged a Bullet || Betsy & Morgan

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Betsy could not bring herself to stop sharing. She knew she was doing it and yet she couldn’t look away. In front of her, down the school hall, stood a figure that was either a ghost or a hallucination. He was supposed to be dead, wasn’t he?

She had seen Fantomex pull the trigger. She had seen the bullet penetrate the child. She had seen it all. And none of it could explain what she was seeing now.

Betsy broke out of her spooky reverie and walked towards the boy who wasn’t supposed to have lived. There was only one explanation for this: her mind was playing tricks on her.

She stopped in front of the boy and cleared her throat. “Evan?”

[gijesus-blog]

Send me ⊗ for 3+ headcanons about your muse and mine. (KidCataclysm)

Cable often visits Morgan; at first, it was to simply keep an eye on him, and see for himself whether or not it was En Sabah Nur trying to pull a fast one. All he found was child being treated like a Judas goat.

Cable and Morgan find in each other one of few people willing to have a rational discussion about Apocalypse.

Cable is firmly convinced that Morgan might very well be the key to changing his future to one closer to what he wants, with this reforged identity of the former Apocalypse right in front of his eyes. He has yet to mention this specifically to him, but he doesn’t think he has to.

[cajunaceofspades]

" No, no, no! Don't die on me!" (KidCataclysm)

Blood spurted from Remy’s mouth as his body convulsed violently. His rescue mission from Mister Sinister’s lair hadn’t come without consequences. It had earned him a stab straight to the chest. His minimal healing factor wasn’t enough to deal with the large open wound. He clenched desperately to the boy’s hand, as if it would allow him to cling to life. “Morgan…please…Ah jus’…wantcha t’ stay safe…promise me…m'kay?..” His eyes began to fade as the rest of the X-men hurried into the medical room, their light slipping from his magenta pupils.

[tinytricksterprince]

" I love your outfit! Did you make it yourself?" (KidCataclysm)

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Loki blinked and he looked down at his tunic and grinned. “I’ve always had it; I think....I just sort of ...became in this outfit. So I suppose yes! I did - Quite fetching; I know-” The godling hummed as he adjusted his crown and eyed the other. “You really do like it though?”