#tapewormking

[alcordraws]

Safin, 1C, palette 2, spy

No chill for him

[mrf34r]

< @tapewormking >

Division 3 walked him down a needlessly long hallway, sat him down at a desk and told him to start a computer up without touching it.

He knew he could. He’d been messing around with these things since he was four, it didn’t take him long to realize he could talk to them. Listen to them. Understand them better than even his father could.

He played it off like they were crazy and refused, crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. His black hoodie bunching up at the back of his neck.

They threatened to tase him, and he did nothing but stare back despite the sweat collecting at the back of his neck. The man in the maroon suit smiled and picked up his hand and Elliot raised his, the monitor clicking to life and the login screen booting up because Elliot told it to.

He couldn’t open the thing without touching it unless that was controlled by something within the computer, but... He ran through the BIOS screen from whoever had wiped this laptop and got them to the locked .zip folders they obviously wanted. They didn’t tase him. They thanked him for his time and led him back to this dingy room where he was now, sitting on a couch, waiting for somebody to tell him what the hell was going on...

[isajerk]

@tapewormking​ || x

“I would.”

The word rage hardly begins to express what it is Charles feels facing down Amahl Farouk again. Not just the fact that he escaped his punishment the first time, but that he took up residence in David’s head for decades. Charles’ own son suffered because of the parasite now trapped before him, and he had never known. So rage can hardly describe what it is that’s boiling inside Charles Xavier now. Not just at Farouk, but at himself as well. 

“I can.”

Fingers press against his temple as he focuses his power on the fallen Shadow King. His own telepathy forces itself into Amahl’s mind, rifling through memories, uncaring of whether or not Amahl can feel it. No. Not uncaring. He wants him to feel it. Wants him to be afraid, like he’d made David feel. Wants him to know that all that he is could be stripped away from him should Charles will it. 

But then-

You always thought you were better than me.

It would be so easy to tear Farouk down, but those words give him pause. Of course he’s better than Farouk. But here he is, ready to strip away everything that makes the man before him who he is as he begs for mercy. Can he really say he’s so much better if he gives in here? If he not only takes revenge, but makes Farouk suffer for his own shortcomings as well? But why should a man like him have memories of David’s whole life when his own father has so few?

Charles stops rummaging through Farouk’s mind, but he doesn’t withdraw. Not yet. He hasn’t made a decision, and he doesn’t want Farouk thinking he’s won this battle. “Take your life? And give you a way out? I’m hardly foolish enough to think that death would take this time when it failed to claim you the last time I killed you. You don’t deserve these memories. Why should you get to keep what you’ve stolen?”

[hcldmybreath]

This is my contribution to the fandom. Am I kicked out yet? 

[iamcole]

Masques

@tapewormking​ from here

   Not right. Someone saw him, someone touched him. Now he’ll stick,      be remembered. The observer steps further from  the  masked  one.      He’s never liked masks. They feel wrong, hiding   behind  metal and      cloth and feathers and colors. He’s wary, warring  within, whether to       respond. He’s certain the other will see if he tries to flee.

      “He already has. He’s afraid she mocks him,” he looks down from      the balcony back to the  scene at  hand. “Just   a  servant,   hands      shaking as he pours her wine. Mustn’t stain her dress, don’t  catch      her eye... Caught her smile instead.”

[utt-archived]

“You’re Mine” [im so sorry]

Send “You’re Mine” for my muse’s reaction to yours being possessive of them. /not accepting / @tapewormking

It’s an earworm, the kind had her tossing and turning between the sheets, the kind that makes her skin visibly crawl with disgust as if trying to escape the voice her mind cannot, a haunting two-word loop that raises her out of bed to stumble towards the nearest window. Her punishment for daring to be happy, and worst unafraid in his presence a show of the fiend’s possessive streak. “Never,  I’ll destroy this body before allowing you to claim control…” Death would always be preferable to the corruption of nature, and that’s a certainty with Farouk at the helm of the mutant’s world-shaping power, the loss of her freedom a nightmare Ororo couldn’t live through again.   

Thank Oshtur the static in her mind aids in keeping the shadow at bay, and the sky is swift to heed its mistress call littering the ground around the school with enough electricity to start weakening the connection he’d established before he can overwhelm her, the rest is part mental training and sheer will. “Now get out of my head!” A will too stubborn not to fight even knowing full well he’d never stop coming for her.

[inmind]

frozen  in  a  moment ,  it  feels  like  many  have  lapsed  now .  an  overwhelmed  mind ,  she’s  unsure  of  what  to  say  now ,  what  to  do .  her  heart beating  too  quickly .  yes ,  this  is  a moment  you  pretended  wound’t  come .  the  illusion  that  the  lie  would  last  forever ,  that  it  would  stay  hidden  and  she  would  never  be  confronted .   IT  WASN’T  YOU ,  IT  WASN’T  YOU ,  YOU’D  SWEAR  IT  WASN’T  YOU .   unable  to  defend  whatever  is  left  of  her  dignity .  the  feeling  of  being  inhuman ,  selfish  acts  turning  blood  black .  her  mouth  is  dry  now ,  she’s  just  staring ,  he’s  speaking  and  she’s  just  staring .  a  useless  loop ,  begging  in  her  mind .  it’s  not  her  fault .  she  was  trying  to  protect  you .  keep  you  safe .  take  the  load  off  his  shoulders  and  put  it  on  her  own .    

   ❝   david    —    ❞    it’s  followed  by  nothing ,  barely  even  a  statement ,  more  of  a  warning .   ALARM !   ALARM !    you  are  not  safe  here ,  she  is  the  monster  you’ve  been  trying  to  kill .  the  murderer  you’ll  hate .  forget  your  love  now ,  it  will  leave  you  soon  enough . 

               ♥  .   @tapewormking & @telegion  .      ` *  

[telegion]

 it’s  late    ,    and  darker  than  dark    ,    but  david’s  just  returning  from  a  short  walk  he  thought  might  tire  him  out    .    it  doesn’t    .    still    ,    he  slips  in  quietly    ,    shuts  the  door  behind  him    ,    turns                     spots  lenny    ,    all  wide  awake  and  blue  eyes  watching  him    .    for  a  second    ,    he  wants  to  lie  (  don’t  tell  her  you  can’t  sleep  !  )  ;  tell  her  the  truth    .              ❝      i  couldn’t  sleep    .    i  went  for  a  walk    .      ❞            he  throws  her  a  measured  smile    .    she  still  trusts  him                    only  person  in  the  world  that  wants  to  do  that  ;  all  of  it’s  just  her    .    he  can’t  look  at  her  for  long    ,    though                    amy  stares  back  with  those  eyes    ,    and  he’s  still  not  over  it    .    never  gonna  be  over  it    .    so  he  tears  his  eyes  away  and  walks  across  the  room    ,    plopping  down  on  the  bed  beside  her    .              ❝      i  was  just  thinking  about  …  things    .      ❞            a  short  pause  ;  a  frown  creases  his  brow    .              ❝      i  can’t  get  it  outta  my  head.  .    the  …  what  happened    ,    when  i  …      ❞

@tapewormking​  /  one  scary  post  s2  possibility  .