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x-men multimuse. crossover friendly. / private & selective. / comic inspired. guidelines & roster.
( SCOTT SUMMERS FT. @hopeslastchxnce ) “ you make me want to live. ” ( even more soft )
in this house of corpses, it is a beautiful thing to chase life. to follow the golden path, where everything that grows is green and promise-scented. throw away what makes you heavy, to be a mutant isn't to be alone but to be a part of a family that burns the brightest. bonds forged in blood and battle are immortal. be careful with that anger, it will make you forget you're lucky. a chill runs down scott's spine; there is more to this world than destruction, you just have to look for it. hatred wishes to devour but they must wield hope's sword and never lose sight of the dream. the dream he and charles see when they smile up at the sky.
"i knew you were hurting but i didn't know you were looking at your grave."
the knife twists, their pain shared. “we've been through so much together and i guess i started assuming you'd always be fine.” a reminder that xavier isn't untouchable. he's flawed, security demolished, dashing through this ruin in search of something softer.
❝ i’m sorry, charles. ❞
#kiss me already
theirwar, peyton:
steps are taken in his direction. which was always her; forever moving closer to the mistakes people whisper about. she can’t stop. he’s been an instinct from the moment they locked eyes. we could be okay if you give in, if you forgive the wronging you’ve suffered. even in the cut of his words, peyton can take the truth of them and work. her strength is often a bottomless well others like to test; dropping pain like heavy rocks into her soul. “ so what, is this you giving up? you’re not weak. ” if he needs a push back towards the greatness she’d fallen for, peyton can crack the whip; she’ll torch him, setting the fire beneath julian that he once felt for her.
and then the blonde is beside him, heat radiating from her own anger. it flicks a flame like a warning. “ make it purposeful. ” chocolate hues come to settle on the hellion, passion fighting to reach him. a hand guides his face, fingers taking hold of his jaw. she doesn’t care if it burns. “ i won’t spend my life with a ghost. ”
maybe she can handle his fire, she’s made of it, eternally molten, but peyton shouldn’t have to stand at his side for this downfall. there’s no greater desire than to be in her orbit but the foul guilt burrows deeper with every honeyed word, every tired but oh so genuine smile. they could’ve made the world sing their names but the swamp calls to him. darkest wetland, mud stuck to more than boots. DO YOU LIKE WHAT COVERS YOU NOW? he’s a phantom to her, a sliver of his former glory, and what’s maddening is how heavy in truth it all is.
“you know that feeling... when you know there’s no going back?”
he hangs his head for a moment before finding her in the chaos once more, appreciating the softness of her cheeks and the love in her eyes. eager to help, to bandage him... she’ll be a hero some day. “blindly playing rescue and being the only one to lose something - i’m not that guy anymore. i don’t want to be.” after the battle, they all came home with cuts and bruises: a part of julian remains in the waste, bonded with dead earth. WILL YOU STILL TRY TO FIND ME WHEN I DESTROY US?
❝ this is my stop, pey. i’m getting off. ❞
( REMY LEBEAU FT. @hellspeed ) "if you trip the alarm i'm fucking leaving you here, remy. so no showing off!"
the hour is at hand. security cameras have been masterfully evaded, tripwires left in the dust, lost in the path of their magic because this is sandbox play. the pair stand in one of the most fortified museums in the country and have reached the prize: one, last maze of infrared to navigate before they can leap into the night. another relic kept from monstrous hands. "eh?" he glances back at his hurricane of a companion and his expression falls. those deep, burning eyes are wounded — WHY DO THEY ALWAYS GOT TO PLAY WITH GAMBIT’S HEART?
❝ i've been showin' off for de last ten minutes. you're not impressed already? ❞
securcity:
@xgened , jamie madrox thinks hallie anders is pretty NEAT
hallie can’t help but wonder if it’s because she’s sleeping with him. cue a wink and her shit-eating grin.
rictor and wolfsbane have already hit the streets, following up on a lead, and jamie doesn’t see the harm in pulling hal closer by the waist. what’s another minute of stalling? “i’ve been thinking...“
❝ maybe you should go back to the diner. at least part-time. i miss that uniform on you. ❞
just dropping by to say i love u something fierce.
well this was cute.
( JAMIE MADROX FT. @wxrldkiller ) ❛ What does this all mean? Where are we? ❜
"my family's farm," he begins wistfully. his father is raking stones from the grass back onto the gravel path and the beginnings of a late july sunset cover the log home like a painting. BENEATH THE ANIMAL, THERE'S AN APPETITE FOR TENDERNESS, HIS ONLY WISH FROM THE BOTTLE TO REMEMBER THE LOVE OF A MOTHER'S TOUCH. a star dies as jamie sees her now: running out from the only home he's ever known with an apron around the waist, a kiss to her husband's neck from behind as she tells him the steak sandwiches are ready. with a shake of his head, jamie pushes through the fog and turns wildly to face david. enough with vile ghosts.
"is this you? are you doing this?"
❝ get out of my head or i'll kill you. ❞
starters / prompts taken from various characters starring in the game fire emblem : three houses . feel free to change pronouns / tenses as necessary .
“ feel free to say hi whenever you like ”
“ don’t hold back for my sake ”
“ you think I’m so clumsy that I need someone to watch over me ? ”
“ you act like you’re full of regret , but I know you don’t really mean it ”
“ you actually look more handsome to me with honesty on your face ”
“ don’t be ashamed of crying ”
“ could you keep quiet for a bit ? ”
“ you’re actually kind of amazing ”
“ do you mean to imply you have no intention of acting a bit more respectably ? ”
“ stop acting so nonchalant about getting hurt or killed ”
“ naive and uptight is no way to live your life ”
“ you’d better watch that temper ”
“ i am absolutely disinterested in spending any time with you ”
“ your lack of self-awareness is deeply troubling ”
“ I’ll just be straightforward about taking advantage of you ”
“ when will you tire of challenging me in pointless competitions ? ”
“ you expect me to believe that ? ”
“ i’ve had enough of your foolish antics ”
“ i wish you would not sneak up on me like that ”
“ before you reprimand me , take a moment to consider your own failings ”
“ it is like hearing a snake sing an aria ”
“ am I hearing a deathbed confession ? ”
“ i never have any idea what you’re talking about ”
“ don’t walk away when i’m talking to you ”
“ you’ll be the death of me for sure ”
“ i do not intend to die ”
“ i can’t believe you put yourself at risk for my benefit ”
“ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile ”
“ i do not desire your gratitude ”
“ you’re surprisingly strong for how slender you appear ”
“ perhaps i was flustered needlessly ”
“ i had forgotten how charmingly ethereal you can be ”
“ you’re going a little overboard ”
“ you have shaken me to my very core ”
“ so this is what death is like ”
“ if you get sick of me , i’m sorry ahead of time ”
“ i’m embarrassed just thinking about it ”
“ you’re like a little brother to me ”
“ spending the rest of my life with you doesn’t sound so bad ”
“ if our roles were reversed , I don’t think I’d be able to forgive you ”
“ you actually hate me , right ? ”
“ you haven’t stabbed me yet ”
“ i want to be more like you ”
“ i actually envy the size of your heart ”
“ i don’t think you can solve all your problems by throwing a few punches ”
“ there aren’t a lot of people like you in the world ”
“ sorry I’ve been so oblivious to your needs ”
“ sometimes you just can’t afford to wait around for someone else to notice ”
“ yesterday’s enemy is today’s ally ”
“ you have to abandon old feuds ”
“ learn to protect yourself before trying to protect me ”
“ i always trust that you’ve got my back ”
“ if only people could be more like flowers ”
“ if you promise not to resort to violence , I’ll do whatever you want ”
“ i can’t stand the sight of me either ”
“ i would be even more impressed if you hadn’t been screaming the whole time ”
“ i did what was necessary to get you to comply ”
“ you have so much power in you , just waiting to be unleashed ”
“ i’m hopelessly terrified of you ”
( ICEMAN FT. @impaviidus ) ❛ What’s the matter? Has the cat got your tongue? ❜ (Hank @ everyone's favourite ice cube)
a crack in the universe has led to this moment: two men of ice and one beast. they're gathered in hank's lab, bobby's eyes wild with bewilderment, new stories unfolding beneath fluorescent light. IF YOU COULD TALK TO YOUR FUTURE SELF, WHAT WOULD YOU SAY? a common question but always the wrong answer. there's nothing to give but silence as bobby circles an alternate version of himself, darker at the edges, an ardent gaze and a streak of blue in his hair. maybe he's weightless, shrouded by nothing, a bird in a city of birds who don't use their wings.
"oh, i'm sorry. i wasn't expecting to run into my doppelganger." he rubs the back of his thumb against his forehead. "he... he has tattoos!"
"you should see my boyfriend."
"—and he's in a relationship. awesome." tonight's the night to make a nest in some blankets and listen to songs about boys you've never had.
❝ i love my life. ❞
( JAMIE MADROX: 02. ) ❝ maybe in the end, what makes heroes into heroes...is that we're just too stupid to quit and as result, even in the face of total defeat...we occasionally luck into a win. ❞
theirwar, peyton:
he’s been like this for months, withdrawing from her more and more every day. for a while peyton gave him space, support, patience she wasn’t known for. but it was time for a change. otherwise they were at risk of failure. chocolate hues narrow, arms crossing in defense at julian’s brashness. there’s recoil in her stance. where was the fairness in any of this? in his pain, the misfortune, in her having to bear the brunt of his anger. she’s had about enough. it was one thing to be upset, to be bitter, but another to make it as if she was making everything worse when she had spent so much time trying to make things better.
“ if you have something you want to say then just say it. ” because surely there was truth to his statement already. the difference is that if he’s entirely sick of her then he should let her go. there was no sense in fighting for something he didn’t want to save in the first place. “ because this whole asshole thing you’ve got going on now? i’m over it, julian. ”
cruel indifference is a remedy for his wounds. DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU'RE HEALING? they used to shimmer once. peyton the warming sun in free fields, orchids blooming in their garden, a man made royalty in these halls, but maybe kings are always meant to fall. this workspace is a prison. he's chained here, only remembering when the world tasted sweet, desperate to build a castle in the past. “go find cyclops if you want someone to hold your hand and tell you it's all going to be okay.” he doesn't understand how they do it. they've pressed on, polished and clean. bring out the silverware kept in that antique cabinet, they say, let’s sit down like a family. “because it's not, alright? nothing is the same.” words are daggers, crowns are cracked and bloodied. we're a long way from paradise. julian is still burning but he has left peyton charred, too. he sighs, deflating as metal fingers grip the edges of the table, voice softened yet heavy. A CONFESSION:
❝ i'm... angry. and i can't stop it. ❞
You said you didn’t know anyone from ‘97?
I didn’t.
𝙸𝙲𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝚃 ... @theirwar ❛ what does this all mean? where are we? ❜
cracked stone and the bitter ashes of war. these halls are long abandoned; the mansion that lifted him from despair, the family that put a hand on his shoulder and watched him grow so tenderly. every slow, cautious step echoes to the ends of time, and he looks beyond in both wonder and horror. it all feels so real… until another voice touches his ears——WHERE ARE WE?——and sends him crashing back down to the present, a cruel spell splintered because this, all of this, is just a game. “it’s an illusion. nightdust is probably trying to create too many of them at once and he can’t hold them all. that’s why you bled into mine.” his fingers glitter, turning glacial, and the temperature in the room swirls and drops as he moves to stand in front of jack. bobby remembers the first time they met. that sweet, autumn afternoon. a yellowed leaf falling from a tree as two new mutants found their doorstep. “if we just chill out for a minute, the overload to our senses should knock us out of this. theoretically. see? i can come up with the plans sometimes.” he grins, all too aware of his use of yet another pun.
“i’m more than just a bunch of bad jokes in pale, skinny, human form.”
𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝚃. @theirwar ❛ now, come on. eyes closed. ❜
the sun is shining but it’s black as night. lately, all he does is bolt. barefoot through the woods, howling, birch branches carving into his forearm. we’re not born with reasons to keep running, people give them to you in flame, and the wolf already caught me, you know. i asked him to show no mercy. ‘peyton,’ he grumbles, reluctant in the way his eyes slip shut, another golden surprise over the horizon — it all comes back faster now, once beautiful paintings now burned, and he pulls his hands metal gloves back before she can drag him somewhere. the memories crackle and flash in his mind, lightning to flesh, and now he’s nothing but bruised. ‘no, this is stupid.’ those eyes snap back open and he turns back to the table he’s been hovering over since dawn.
‘we don’t have to spend every day together. you’re suffocating me.’
Lucas in Jeudi 17h23