#rictor 1

[magicdumbass]

@rictorscales  ❛ I WAS RIGHT! ❜

Wanda froze. She thought for a moment, that this was it. That someone was finally recognizing her, not just as a fugitive, not just as a mutant, but as Magneto’s daughter. And they would punish her for his sins. But when she turned around, the mind in front of her wasn’t filled with images of her burning at the stake. There was darkness there, and so much pain, but all of it inward, all of it buried so deep the pressure became immense. 

“Right about what?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. Mutant, she could sense. But not an X-Men. Brotherhood, but not for very long. “What is it you want from me?” she asked, brow furrowed together. “I’m not trying to stop this revolution – even if I should be. I just want to help the innocent people, Mutant and human.”

[sparklingdumbass]

@rictorscales​  ❝That is so not true.❞

“It’s totally true. She-Ra could’ve knocked out every single Ninja Turtle in like, half a second. You’re brain-dead if you think them reptiles stood a freakin’ chance,” Carol said, grinning at the guy next to her at the bar. He had been fun to talk to -- they’d been debating cartoons for a while now, though she didn’t actually remember much of what they’d said. (Or many cartoons for that matter.) Her communicator beeped, and she pulled back her jacket to squint at the read-out. “Shit,” she murmured. She brushed her hair back, and stood up, swaying only a little. “I’m supposed to go sit on a rooftop and ‘keep watch,’” she said, rolling her eyes. With the Sentinels online, her patrols had been cut to practically nothing. She did a lot of waiting around now. Oh well, at least she could keep the party going. She motioned to the bartender and ordered one more drink, which she covertly poured into a flask. Then she turned to the cartoon-guy. “You wanna sit on a rooftop and chuck rocks at robots with me?” she asked. “It’ll be fun. That’s a CM guarantee.”  

[goddamndumbass]

@rictorscales​

‘That bitch is cheating on me, I know it!’ Why was it the clients who could actually pay were also the most aggravating type of people? If this guy’s wife was cheating on him, Jessica didn’t goddamn blame her. But she had been working this case for a week now, and while Mrs... whatever-her-name was definitely into something, Jessica hadn’t gotten the money shot. Literally, the pictures that would get her paid. Nothing played like pictures in court, after all, but she didn’t think shots of Mrs. Whatever walking into some shady building were exactly the kind he had in mind. 

It was definitely suspicious though. 

Jessica kept a look from her perch on the fire escape, lifting up her camera as someone else approached the building. Young enough to be a cougar’s booty call for sure, but he didn’t look like he was waiting to meet someone. The way he was skulking around, he looked like... “Oh, goddammit,” Jessica muttered, stuffing her camera into her bag. She jumped down off the fire escape, and sprinted across the street. He didn’t see her coming, probably too focused on trying to steal her case, so she managed to sneak up behind him and yank him back by the shoulder. “Back off,” she said simply, pressing him against the wall. “Go back and tell Mr.... the asshole client that I’m getting his goddamn pictures, and he doesn’t get out of paying my bill just because he sends in another guy.”

[mysteriousdumbass]

@rictorscales​

Erik was interested in him. Wanted to recruit him. And Mystique couldn't deny that his powers were interesting. The ability to move the earth itself would certainly have unlimited applications, particularly in battle. She didn’t have doubts about that.

She had doubts about him. 

“Your little... business is so quaint,” she remarked, as she glanced around the ‘office.’ “It’s an interesting skill-set, private investigations,” she continued, walking over to him. She sat on top of the desk, long legs dangling over the side. “I usually prefer to gather my own information personally. It’s more fun that way, don’t you think?” 

[spangleddumbass]

@rictorscales​

“Having the strong feeling I’ll have to erase all my social networks in the morning” 

Steve could remember tactical plans he’d made seventy years ago. He still knew where those Hydra bases had originally stood, could plot them out on a map if he had to. He could remember the songs Bucky’s ma used to sing, and the way Mr. O’Leary whistled while he stocked the milk. 

But he absolutely, positively, could not keep all these ‘social networks’ straight in his head. His mind just wasn’t wired for them. He was pretty sure he had some, set up and kept going by Tony if he had to guess. “Like uh, twitcher, right?” he asked, glancing over at the man beside him. “Or -- insta-something. Instasnap!” 

[sparklingdumbass]

[text]: I wonder if wearing only a tiara counts as being clothed. || Rictor, wrong number maybe?

(✉ → ???): Absolutely. I think you should definitely make this idea public – with a demonstration. It’s the only way people will see the truth. 

@rictorscales