Mar 10, 2017
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Random Molly-related thought: I wonder if in “In Sickness and in Health”, the scene where I had her yell at Kurt off screen was too harsh? On the other hand, I think it brought another level of realism up for her that maybe isn’t always scene in OCs, or, dare I say, in some cannon characters either. (The only thing I can think to compare it to now is Twilight’s blowing up in the MLP movie, but it is after 4 AM, so I’m not sharp right now.) In real life, when we’re sick or having a hard day or just feeling crappy, we can say things to our friends that can be horrible or downright viscious. We’re not doing it on purpse, we just feel the way we feel in the moment and words can really hurt. IF it hadn’t been a one-off scene, and had I been a better writer at the time, I’m sure Molly’s words would’ve cut Kurt a lot deeper than they did.
Likewise, drawing off my own experiences and self, I write Molly as very emotionally reactive at all times, breathing a lot of life into her the best I can. Like the only time she called Remy an idiot, out of fear and anger. (Freefalling with you pt. 2). Anyway, back to the point, it probably was too harsh, but like I said, words hurt. (If I were Kurt, I’d probably never get over it and say don’t let the door hit you on the way out.) Thankfully, my writing improved loads (Thanks Serulyan Wings!) and I handle scenes like that much better now. Maybe one of these days I can write a little more stuff focusing on Molly and Kurt’s friendship. It has an interesting dynamic and Evo Kurt (and Kurt in general) has long been one of my favorite X-Men characters. Well, thanks for reading. Feel free to discuss in the notes section.
What i love about cosplay is i can go to goodwill and find some clothes and turn it into a cosplay people will recognize.
By request of a good friend who shares my love of Nightcrawler and introduced me to fanfiction
A little something. The Mary Sue character has been tweaked so that she wasn't TOTALLY me, but still pretty much an M.S. If you want the rest of what I have, it comes out at a total of almost 50 pages. >_>
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She waved to the man as he drove away from the gates to the mansion. She had tried very hard not to cry, knowing that she had to be strong for her father, knowing that they would not see each other for a while. He needed to work, and her sisters were both busy with jobs and school. They wouldn’t get a chance to be together as a family until she had confidence in her abilities, or until her younger sister forgave her for her latest loss of control.
She walked up the long drive to the Xavier Institute, all the belongings she needed packed into her backpack and one rolling suitcase. She had made generous donations to thrift stores in the last couple weeks she had been home. Her father had promised to send her sewing machine and other equipment to her later, so she would have time to settle in. She hoped she wouldn’t have a roommate that was sensitive to noise, like her younger sister was.
She finally reached the stone steps of the Institute, set her bags down and looked behind her. The wind was brisk on this mid-January day, and she pulled her long, black coat tighter around her. The courtyard was beautiful. The fountain had an angel with her arms and wings outstretched. There were trees and walkways and foliage that was well-kept, even under the snow. She wondered vaguely if the students kept the grounds so well, or if the Institute had a grounds keeper.
“You’re just on time, Miss Vyland,” said a man with a slight British accent behind her. The girl turned quickly around to see Professor Xavier, looking just as neat and kind as when he had visited her home in Ohio.
“I wouldn’t want to be late on my first day,” Tori replied with a pleasant smile. She picked up her things and walked up the steps to meet the old man in the wheelchair.
“It’s good to see you again,” he said, as they shook hands. “I trust your journey was a comfortable one.”
“Yes, very.” Tori replied. “It’s been a long time since I’ve flown in a airplane. The last time I did, I had became so excited that my control started to slip and other passengers almost noticed.” She looked a bit guilty at that, but she had long since gotten over her excitement of flying. It was her fear of heights she had to deal with, now.
“Well, I’m sure you’d like to be shown to your room so you can rest,” the Professor said, as he started to make his way inside the mansion. Tori picked up her bag and followed him, her jaw nearly hitting the floor when she saw the foyer, a soft “wow” escaping her lips. There was a grand staircase with red carpeting opposite the front doors. The whole front wall was made of glass. There were statues and potted plants (fake, she could tell, probably for maintenance reasons), and the floors having a simple pattern in the marble tiles.
“This place is...bigger, than I imagined,” Tori admitted. She looked around the room a few more times before noticing that the Professor was waiting for her at the foot of the grand staircase. She made her way to him quickly. Just before she reached him, a girl appeared at the top of the stairs. She looked about Tori’s age, and wore jeans with a pink shirt long-sleeved shirt, her brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She looked almost carefree, and Tori envied that. It must be nice to not have to worry about control, Tori thought to herself.
The girl met Tori and the Professor at the bottom of the stairs, and the Professor made the introductions.
“Tori, this is Kitty Pryde,” he said as he gestured to the brown-haired girl. She looked like she was a boychaser, confident and pretty, before her powers had manifested out of control. Surely, her powers had done that, or she wouldn’t be here. The Professor continued, “Kitty is in your class at Bayville High, and she and Rogue share the room next to yours.”
“You’re, like, so lucky,” she gushed, taking Tori’s hand. Tori was a little uncomfortable with the sudden contact, but did her best not to let it show. “You, like, get your own room, since everyone else has already got a roommate. Better milk it while you can, because this place seems to be filling up.” She smiled as she said this, as though she was excited by the thought of more people in the institute. Tori thought that she probably was, since it meant that there would be more people she wouldn’t have to lie to. Tori knew that the Institute wasn’t “out” at Bayville High. To the school, all the kids here were just about normal. The cover was supposed to be that they were getting tutoring or something, but Tori couldn’t quite remember.
“Since I have some business to attend to, Kitty will be taking you upstairs and showing you around the Mansion,” the Professor told Tori.
“Oh,” she said, as Kitty finally let her hand go. “I hope the business goes well, then,” she said with a smile. And with that, the Professor was off down the hall to the left of the staircase. As soon as he was halfway to the hall entrance, Kitty motioned for Tori to start up the stairs. She then noticed Tori’s large suitcase, and looked as though she was about to offer her help when Tori waved her off. This was something Tori could do easily. She had practiced with her powers for such things as this.
“You go on, I’ll meet you at the top,” Tori said as her shadow seemed to become larger. Kitty was about to offer her help, but by the time she was able to get the words out, Tori had been swallowed with her luggage by her own shadow, which then glided over the steps almost instantaneously, and rose up from a new shadow at the top of the stairs.
“I practiced for that one,” Tori admitted as Kitty dashed up the stairs to meet her. Kitty gave a little chuckle as she reached the top.
“How far can you, like, travel that way?” she asked as the two of them started down the first hall of dorms.
Tori couldn’t suppress the smile that came across her face. “As long as I know where I’m going, I can travel up to ten miles so far. After that, I lose steam and become very tired. If I slow my travel speed down, then I can go an extra two miles.” Kitty looked impressed.
“So, like, is traveling what you do, or are your powers based in the shadows?” Kitty asked.
“They’re shadow-based,” Tori replied. “If I become too excited in any way, I begin to lose physical form and collapse into a shadow. I can change the shape of my shadow, I can move into someone else’s shadow, travel through cracks and seams as a shadow, and take anything with me, just so long as it’s making physical contact with me.”
“Wow.” Kitty was clearly impressed. “It sounds like you already have really good control of your powers,” she sounded almost jealous. Tori couldn’t help but feel a little proud of herself. She had worked hard to keep herself in control and explore her powers.
“What are your powers?” Tori asked as they rounded a corner to more dorms.
“I call it ‘phasing,’ but it’s really just passing through solid objects,” she said offhandedly. Tori was, in turn, impressed. “I can, like, take stuff with me if it’s touching me, too,” she said. “It seems to be common with mutant powers.”
Tori nodded, as if to confirm her own theory. She was glad she wouldn’t have to do so much guesswork with her powers anymore, but she felt a little disappointed, almost, at finding out that her power wasn’t completely unique. Nonetheless, she was glad she was here at the Institute, and glad that she’d be able to spend more time learning to control her powers.
“You look like you have pretty good control of your powers,” Kitty said. She was obviously curious what had made Tori come to the Institute. But, she also had the tact to mask her question as a compliment.
“Well, there are actually signs all over me that I don’t have full control,” Tori admitted. “For example, I’m not wearing makeup, or nail polish.” Kitty stopped dead in her tracks at that. She had thought that Tori was wearing black eye makeup and black nail polish. It went with Tori’s black coat and black shoes and black jeans. Tori wore a few necklaces and a couple bracelets. The “makeup” fit right in. Kitty was shocked.
“Oh,” was all Kitty could say for the moment. She quickly became suspicious of Tori’s personal style. “So, like, do you wear that stuff to hide your...your symptoms?” she asked.
“Nah,” Tori replied, unable to suppress a chuckle. “I was rockin’ this style before my powers manifested. I just noticed, one day, that I couldn’t seem to get off all of my eye shadow or nail polish. I started to freak out, and that’s when I had my first Shadow Run.” They were almost to the end of the hallway by now. Kitty stopped in front of a door on the right side of the hallway and stared at Tori with an amused grin on her face.
“How long ago was that?” she asked.
“About three years ago,” Tori replied. She’d been dressing in black since before her dad had filed for divorce, when she was 13 years old. She was now 16 years old, her birthday having been on the 28th of last month.
Kitty gave a little “hmm!” like she was pleased with something, and opened the door to the room they had stopped in front of.
It was large, like everything else in the mansion. There was space for another bed and dresser, but for now, there was Tori’s bed, dresser, and vanity mirror. Tori walked into the room, setting her suitcase by the dresser and her backpack on the bed. She looked around her, realized that there was enough space for her morning stretches and meditation, and smiled. When she had turned back to Kitty, she told Tori which door was the bathroom, (and to always lock it when using it, or someone else would walk right in), and left Tori to unpack, leaving the door open.
Tori flopped down on the bed, my bed, she thought to herself. She didn’t know how long she would be here or what was supposed to happen next, but she found herself feeling a bubble of positive excitement. After what had happened at the Christmas party, she didn’t know if she’d ever feel positive about school or new people. Her younger sister, Anna, still didn’t forgive Tori for ruining her first after-school party. After Tori had finally convinced Anna that it would be all fun and friends, it ended up being Tori’s worst episode. She had sunk nearly all the tables and half of the dance floor into shadow. Her classmates had been right in keeping as far away from her as possible. Anna had been the one to finally pull Tori out of her freak-out. She still didn’t know why her powers had suddenly gone berserk. She only remembered feeling a huge surge of energy, and then her whole body was a three dimensional shadow, every step she took, leaving shadow holes behind her.
Tori made herself stop thinking about home, and start unpacking. Until she knew for sure that she’d never lose control, she had to call the Xavier Institute “home.” She moved to her dresser first, unloading her clothes, then to her vanity, where she tried to dump all of her accessories in some form of organization. She grabbed her toiletry bag and kept it in a drawer of her vanity, since she was now sharing a bathroom with however many people were in this hallway, at least.
Her backpack was mostly electronics and books. She plugged her cell phone charger and laptop charger into a wall jack by her nightstand, and put all of her books (the favorites she had brought from home and not just sold online) on the top of her dresser. She made a mental note to get bookends from a thrift store soon. She knew she would probably end up using her vanity stand as a sewing table until she could buy one from a thrift store, but that could wait until she had her machine with her in a few weeks. Even though she had packed everything before she left, she knew her dad wouldn’t get around to actually sending it for a couple of weeks.
Just as she was about to take out the remaining contents of her backpack, she was surrounded by acrid-smelling blue-black smoke. As she coughed and tried to wave it away with her hand, someone landed on her bed in the middle of the smoke cloud.
“Hey, you must be the new girl!” the boy from the cloud said excitedly. He had a big smile plastered on his face, and he had landed right next to Tori’s bag in the sitting position of a four-legged animal. Tori quickly grabbed her bag and put it on the floor, since she was sure the boy hadn’t noticed it.
“Yes,” she choked out. She extended her hand to him, saying, “My name is Tori Vyland. What’s your’s?”
“The name’s Kurt, Kurt Wagner,” the boy said as he took her offered hand. Tori didn’t really understand when she felt a furry hand take her’s when she saw that the boy’s hands had no hair on them. She also noticed the boy’s German accent.
“Nice to meet you, Kurt,” Tori said as she dropped his hand. He was very good-looking, in her opinion. Slim, but not anorexic; some muscle, but not very obvious, and shoulder-length hair. The only thing about his hair was that it was a very dark blue. It was almost as dark as the smoke he had appeared from. And, call Tori a sucker, but his German accent only made him even more hunky.
“It’s good to meet you, too, Tori,” he said, still smiling at her. Tori tried very hard not to stare at him. She knew how awkward it felt to be stared at. “Have you been shown around the mansion yet?” he asked. He looked hopeful.
“Kitty said she would take me after I unpacked,” she replied. “She told me she’s next door, so I was just about to head over.”
“No need!” Kurt said. His smile got even bigger. “I can show you all the places you’ll need to know.” He seemed like the overly-helpful type. Tori usually hated those kinds of people. But, she remembered that she was often the overly-helpful-in-hopes-of-friends type, and let it go.
“How about we both show her around?” Kitty said, popping her head in through the vanity. Tori nearly screamed in shock before she remembered Kitty’s ability.
A look of disappointment flashed across Kurt’s face, but his smile was back in place before Tori could catch it. Kitty had seen it, though. She knew that Kurt tended to crush on the new girls. He eagerly nodded his consent before looking to Tori.
“Just as long as we don’t get lost,” she said.
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