Apr 13, 2024
Astonishing X-Men #7 (2004)
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Astonishing X-Men #7 (2004)
13, 7, 4? :D
what’s a song that fits the current mood you need?
"desert song" by MCR and "fever dream" are both good ones for this vibe !
the whole desert song mood fits but also heres some desert song lyrics that fit:
"and through it all, we'll find some other way / to carry on, through cartilage and flood / and did you come to stare, or wash away the blood?" and "i can see you awake anytime in my head / did we all fall down? did we all fall down? did we all fall down? did we all fall down?"
again most of fever dream fits well but some particular stuff is:
"I can't hear a sound, I see the world upside down / tell me how it's fair to put a loved one underground" and "fall asleep and make believe with me / we're gonna be alright / just close your eyes / just say goodnight".
what is a fun fact about a thing you need to research?
i misread this one wrong at first i just realized--
anyway
i learned cyanide can kill someone in like less thn 10 minutes which is. very fast
name five things that COULD happen next, logically
lei COULD explode out at everyone and just become so uncooperative its unreal
xiuying COULD walk in and be horrified
hemlock COULD pass out
the ballroom COULD continue to collapse
they all COULD get caught
So, what’s with the tension between Virgil and Logan?
Logan adjusts his glasses, as he walks side by side with Patton out to the plane ordered by Joan, and crinkles his nose in distaste. The camera follows allow beside them catching every inch of his annoyed expression.
“There is no Tension.” Logan says, “I just don’t him in my lab. I don’t want someone who couldn’t bother to follow basic lab safety to be touching my monitors.”
“I wouldn’t want to touch your fucking monitors, Daddy’s boy,” Virgil’s voice sneers right back at him, obviously patched in through the system from the conference room where Thomas and Joan had set themselves up.
Logan freezes and whips around to face the camera. His gaze is absolutely lethal but Virgil doesn’t seem any more bothered about him than he was about the guns of the agents on the runway earlier.
“What did you just call me?” Logan’s voice is made of cold fury, practically dropping the temperature of the entire helicarrier by itself.
“I think you heard me, Hammer.” Virgil’s voice says again, “Daddy’s boy who built all sorts of fun weapons. I bet you’ve never been on the other side of one of your missiles, have you? Never gotten shot at, never had to pick the shrapnel from your limbs, never been blown up by your own bombs? Tell me, Logan, did you build the ID armor because you wanted Daddy to pay attention to you, or because you were just tired of living in his shadow?”
“Don’t act like you know a damn thing about me or my father.”
“Don’t act like you know a damn thing about me,” Virgil counters. “Or I’ll make you corpse number one the next time I have a bad day.”
“Boys,” Thomas cuts in, “Virgil, if you can’t listen quietly then you can go work somewhere else.”
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He didn’t move, he didn’t speak, he couldn’t see. What was he suppose to do!? What if someone saw him trying to escape!? Who even took him!? This isn’t fair!
Virgil stretched out his fingers, slightly moving them. All he could do was feel, and that’s good enough. It feels cold, like being stuck in a refrigerator. Wherever he was, was small. He could barley sit up, and there definitely wasn’t enough room for him to lay his legs down. They where just curled up to his chest.
When he regained consciousness awhile ago, he instantly realized that he wasn’t in the comfort of his own clothes. His usual purple jacket, his safe place, was no longer on his body. Virgil’s normal jeans that he wore where no existent. It felt like he was only wearing shorts and a small t-shirt. He didn’t like this! Why would he like this!?
Suddenly a loud door slams, causing Virgil to slightly jump. Even more so it caused him to hit his head, which he hissed at. A slightly happy chuckle feels the room. Wait what? That couldn’t be who he thought! He’s to nice and sweet to do whatever’s going on right now.
“P-Patton?” He stutters.
Virgil yells as the sound of hard metal gets scrapped across the ground. What in the actual fuck!?
“Good Job my dark and glorious son!” Yup, That was Patton alright.
“Why can’t I see?” He asks.
“Oh well you know silly! You got that pesky little blind fold on. Can’t see anything with that on, now can’tcha?”
Virgil’s brows furrow, why was Patton acting cool? Is he pulling a prank on him or something? He hesitantly takes off the blind fold, whimpering as it pulled some hair. Looking up, he sees Patton in the opposite side of the room. Just sitting on a chair playing games on his phone.
“Patton, why do you have me locked in a cage!?” He says very agitated.
The side of morality looked up with a goofy smile, and closes whatever game he had on his phone.
“Oh Kiddo! I have to protect you! It’s what fathers do, I couldn’t let those other people keep shipping you now could I?” He tilts his head to the side.
Shipping him? What and who was shipping him?
“Are you talking about how people ship me with you, Logan, and Roman?”
“Right on the nose!” He reassured.
“Shipping? Like How on earth will you do that?”
“Well by keeping you here of course! If your here, they can’t come and find ya so no shipping!” Patton got up from his chair, walking over to Virgil, and kneeling eye level with him.
Somehow, this was unsettling. The Anxious side backed away to the back of the cage, trying to stay as far away as he could. Patton didn’t like this, but he wasn’t going to say anything... wrong.
“Oh child, child, child, can’t see you from all the way back there now can I?” He asks.
Why was Patton acting like this was an O K thing to do!? It’s like him to protect everyone, but not like this.
“PatPat, if that was the case, why am I locked up? WHY was I blindfolded?” Virgil backs himself further into the back of the cage, he wanted to desperately know. However... this was still to much to handle.
“Well Silly, if you where out of your cage I KNOW you’d try to escape! Have to take precautions.” Patton slowly lays on the floor with his chin in his palm, just... starring at him.
“Also, blindfold so you don’t know where you are!”
Virgil rolls his eyes.
“A quick glance around the room you can tell that, that we are in the room behind the bookcase on the basement.” Virgil states simply.
However... Patton’s face seemed to distort as Virgil said that. Guess he got it correct. A long moment of silence basically.
“...the others won’t know where you’re at! So it’s fine!” Patton then hops up from the ground, and starts walking over to the door.
Virgil grabbed the bars of the cage and started to shake them as hard as he could. It wasn’t really doing anything, but it was making noise.
“Patton! This won’t protect me!” He yells, but Patton responses back.
“It’ll protect you enough! Time to go!” Patton then opens the door walking out.
Virgil shakes the cage harder, this isn’t fair! This isn’t fair!
“Patton!” He yells again.
Being locked in this cage was claustrophobic, and there was no chance to escape! Where were the other threes?! This isn’t fair! Virgil reaches his arm through the bars pleading! Thomas needed him, Roman and Logan needed him! Even Patton needed him! He needs them! He needs them.
“PATTON!!”
@heartfelt-patton-sanders
🌟 xiuying?
"disco! in the panic room" by bug hunter!!
most xiuyingish lines:
i spend most of my time alone / it's not all that bad, you know / i lost some weight from anxious pacing talking on the telephone
if i look cool, i'm fooling you / at any point you can assume / my mind's computing every path that screws up what i wanna do / lock the door / seal it too / dancin' in the panic room
if i look brave i'm secretly / pretending i'm a different me
i made a promise / now i feel nauseous / as if i chugged a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with / but no Lysol will solve this / so i am out of options / it's past my bedtime and i'm honestly exhausted
hey hi hey it's words time! mmmaybe uhhh guess, chocolate and scratch?
hello!! words time!! these certainly all appear, uh. somewhere. (part of the ~fun~ of being on draft 2 and just having started means all the words are in draft 1, which. hmmmm)
Guess(ed):
Oliver hung up. “Well. She’s mad.”
“What a revelation. I’d never have guessed if it weren’t for your incredibly insightful commentary—”
chocolate:
“You can pay me back in cash or chocolate. I’m not picky.”
“I’ll pay you back by gracing you with my presence,” said Tasya. “What greater gift is there than that?”
“I’ll make a list.”
scratch(y):
She choked out a single harsh word—“Run”—before her voice changed to something scratchy and old, which hissed, “Food.”
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I know the game says "the sentence it's from", but consider: I like these so I will simply do what I want.
thanks for the ask and have a good australiatime!!
👀? for end of year wip ask game!
ty for the ask!! I think i may technically be cheating bc this is an excerpt from a second draft, but... no one can stop me! so! onward.
*we now pause as i take three thousand years to open my scrivener doc*
ta-da! click to actually enlarge and. yknow. read.
anyway! yes this is gay as hell. they're absolute losers tho and take 2 entire books to hold hands
this is from draft 2 of GFW1/Moonlit Blood (still getting used to that placeholder name lmao) which I am only on chapter 4 of, and therefore definitely will not be finishing this year. (i finished draft one this year but shhh, the project isnt finished)
[transcript under the cut]