mystique

Independent Roleplay blog for Mystique (Raven Darkhölme) from X-Men Penned by Meg

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⟦ I am everywhere. I am nowhere. A shadow, unchained and unleashed. The world made me this way, so let the world suffer. 〛

✩Raven Darkhölme / Mystique✩

Independent ✧ Multiverse/ship ✧ Mutuals Only ✧ Penned by Meg

primarily earth-616 based with some inspiration from cartoon appearances.

other blogs: @invulnerablextouch @ofthexdream @corvusfragilis

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"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" PROMPTS ;;

"a simple "thank you" would suffice." // c:

"I didn't need your help," Mystique responds though with less bite than she intended. It did wound her pride to have Rogue come to her rescue, especially given how strained their relationship had become.

Getting to her feet, it's even more clear that words were simply bravado. Her right leg is supporting most of her weight and a nasty cut at her temple stands out against her blue skin.

Still, she manages to nudge the attacker her daughter knocked out with the toe of her boot, checking to make sure he wasn't waking up any time soon.

"So why are you here? I'm sure it wasn't just to keep tabs on me."

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// I need to stop neglecting this blog specifically. I don't have any massive plans for the weekend so I might be able to do something this weekend.

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Everything you hate about me

Was a cruel, sick, DNA guarantee

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@bluemetamorph

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Erm,, I watched X Men recently oopsies,, so now imma be drawing them (just Kurt)

I have way more but they’re not finished and I rlly liked this one :33

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In a perfect world, TJ might never have known the kind of woman her grandmother had been; after all, the version she was served in whatever small dose Kurt allowed was affectionate, leaning into spoiling her (as yet) only grandchild. But fate had not been kind, TJ had not remained in her home reality, and she learned all too quickly why her parents had instilled on her never to fully trust the woman. Her grandmother had never tried anything questionable, never fallen back on bad habits (and had purportedly died by the time TJ was in her teens, though nobody ever really believed it) but that was no reason to let her guard down.

But the thing was, TJ had always loved her grandmother, especially when her mutation first truly manifested. People just didn't understand the strangeness, the pain that sometimes came with her ability to possess people and get access to everything they knew. Everything they were. Little bits of everyone she'd ever possessed stayed with her forever, and sometimes she wondered if it wouldn't drive her a little mad one day like it did poor Vanessa.

Sighing, Talia shifted her stance somewhat, swinging her weight to favor her left leg, her right knee bending slightly to lift her heel from the floor. Resting it. "I don't know about stronger. Harder, maybe. Less trusting, for sure, and not just in people. Sometimes I think if it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all."

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There was a lot for Raven to regret when it came to her children. Especially Kurt. In some ways, it had been easier before she remembered the truth. She had years to convince herself that she didn’t care for him. That’s why she got rid of him. With the truth revealed, she was forced to see things for what they truly were. She loved her son, but ultimately her own selfish desire to ease her pain made her agree to forget him. 

Maybe she hoped things could be different with a grandchild. She knew Kurt had most likely given her all kinds of warnings about how manipulative and terrible Mystique was. That didn’t exactly give her a clean slate to work with, but maybe if she won some kind of favor with Talia, her son might see she is capable of loving him. That she does love him despite everything she’s done to prove the contrary. 

“I’m not usually prone to giving pep talks, but I’d hardly call all of your luck bad. You’re alive. You’ve got family here. It’ll never be perfect, but it’s something.”

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starter for @bluemetamorph

“Sometimes I wish I could believe you. I wish you could tell me your true intentions, to be honest with me for once.”

He looks into her eyes, and, as a makes a pause he fights hard the anger and the deception.

It darkens them, his eyes. His golden intense eyes; resentment all over his face.

This time, he doesn’t fight those feelings. He doesn’t try to pretend to be the bigger person. His lips thin, his neck tense and he drops both arms to his sides.

“But I know better. I don’t get why you keep looking for me anymore, just for your own cruel pleasure I suppose. You just want to have fun with my suffering.”

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It's hard to maintain eye contact with him. The clear anger looks unnatural on features that rarely showed the emotion.

"You want the truth, but you won't believe me. I have no way to prove anything to you if you won't give me the chance."

Even knowing that she deserves his anger, it still stung. She tried not to let it show often, the shame and sadness of abandoning her child and her desperate desire to somehow earn his love.

But his words push just the right buttons to stir a flame of her own anger. "You think I find this fun? You cannot even begin to understand how I feel. Is it that hard to believe that I just want to see you?"

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@bluemetamorph // from here

"That's not a bad thing. It's strategy. You don't want to let the wrong people know everything." She knew that if Kurt could hear them, he'd be livid, but this was perhaps the least terrible lesson she could teach someone.

Oh, if Kurt could see her now, he'd probably be blowing every gasket trying to prevent the conversation from going any further. After all, TJ knew he wouldn't much care for the idea that this little apple did not, in fact, fall that far from the proverbial tree when it came to the way she handled certain situations. That she could be, at times, as skillful a pretender as the grandmother she bore a striking, if tangential, resemblance toward.

After all, possessing someone and becoming them for a short time wasn't all that different from what Mystique did, was it?

"Never give somebody the ammunition to take you down," she said, a line so well rehearsed it could only have come from a certain clawed uncle. "Besides, I don't want people to pity me for all the crap I've been through. Ain't nobody's fault but a bunch of bugs that think messing with timelines is a game."

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While she was very aware that she wasn't winning herself any points with her son, Mystique was enjoying finding some common ground with her granddaughter. Kurt could try to chalk the similarities up to his 'evil parents' but she could recognize it's true source. TJ was a survivor. She had been in enough extreme situations that she learned that there was a time for the optimistic, good in everyone viewpoint, and a time to be somewhat more cynical.

"Exactly." She was impressed with how savvy the girl was. "If people pity you, they're idiots. No one wants to go through hard times, but you come out the other side stronger. I'm not sure many other people could handle being stranded in a world so different from their own with as much grace as you have."

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// in relation to my last post, I really can’t use any codename for anyone without getting weird blogs finding me. I thought that one was generic enough. Guess I really do have to be pretentious and only call characters by their real names lmao

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// goal I hope to reach one day: finding a Sabretooth simply so they can be sarcastic, condescending assholes to each other and plot really contrived schemes. Because that’s what is important. The schemes.

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"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for both sides of the argument, adjust as necessary.

for the "i don't need your help" one

you can get lost.

i thought i told you i had this under control.

you never listen to me.

i was taking care of it.

leave me alone.

are you happy now?

you just stepped in and ruined it for me.

that was completely unnecessary and you know it.

i had it under control.

you didn't need to show up.

can't you let me handle my own shit?

i would have appreciated it if you asked first.

i had it handled!

you didn't need to do all that!

what part of "i don't need help" do you not understand?

they were about to give it to me before you showed up!

i had something going and you ruined it!

what, you mean you don't trust me to handle it myself?

you trained me better than this.

you can't just show up every time and save me.

what's the point in putting me out here if you're not going to let me do it on my own?

i thought you trusted me to take care of this by myself.

you taught me this.

i'm never going to forgive you for this.

that was uncalled for.

what happens when you're not here one day and i have to take care of things on my own?

how am i ever going to learn if you keep stepping in?

i'm not you.

for the "i'm just trying to help you" one

i heard you struggling.

i was just trying to help you.

and this is the thanks i get for trying to help?

things were getting out of hand. i had to step in.

you never would have done that by yourself.

it's okay to ask for help.

it's not that i don't trust you. i don't trust [them].

a minute longer and you'd be dead in there.

i had to make sure you were okay.

of course i trust you. this was never about trust.

i'm not going to risk your life like that!

i should have been there sooner.

if i'd only reached you faster.

a simple "thank you" would suffice.

you could thank me for saving your ass back there.

sure didn't seem like you had it under control.

things were getting out of hand, and i stepped in.

i'm in charge here, not you.

i'm not going to put your life at risk like that again.

we're done here.

i'm not arguing with you.

i saved your life, and this is how you repay me?

i just wanted to make sure you were okay.

maybe i crossed a line back there, sure, but i did it for you.

it's because i care about you.

of course you're capable. that was never up for debate.

you're not ready.

next time, let me handle it.

clearly you need more time before i let you do that alone.

we'll try again tomorrow.

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Unfortunately, I am the kind of person who is like yes I’d write Mystique as she is currently because it’s really intriguing to me that this woman who spent so long running, fighting, and escaping is suddenly unable to do much of anything.

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Some more of my thoughts on Raven and Kurt:

I don’t think Mystique has any wild idea that when she asks things like “do you think Kurt dreams of us?” The answer she gets back from Irene is anything other than equally idealistic. She isn’t dumb. He has no reason to care about either of them. Irene straight up forgot him and Raven has done so much to hurt him.

But Kurt doesn’t hate them. And that’s almost worse. It’s not with hatred or love that he thinks about them. He most likely doesn’t think of them at all when they aren’t around. And why should he? He’s really only ever known Mystique and Destiny, the members of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, renowned terrorists.

This is why Rogue can have so much anger at her mothers but still think of them as her parents. Because she first knew them as “mom” and not her enemy.

But it is easier to live with the fanciful idea of what could have been than deal with the harsh reality of the situations. And I’m not sure she will ever embrace that reality without a promise that things could eventually be different. That he could forgive her truly.

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Bonus post because this made me laugh more than it should have.

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WHAT TYPE OF LONELY ARE YOU?

loneliness of the mask

you're a good actor, a good liar. your masks are intricate and hand-carved. for your lover, you wear a mask of softness, quiet words uttered in the night. your friends, a boisterous laugh, always a joke at the ready. your professionalism at work and school is steady, allowing the occasional lapse to make a small joke. you have to keep them interested, after all. you have to please them. you are manipulation itself, your head is so full of your intricate webs there is nothing left. you might be the loneliest of them all, seeing as there's no one left behind your facade. you lost your real face long ago.

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tagging: steal it~

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