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“He certainly is attractive to me. And he’s a better partner than my ex-husband.”

Every time I post something “sexy” of Shaw I assume everyone will be horrified and disgusted and I’m cackling evilly to myself and every time I’m Surprised Pikachu Face when I get reminded he’s actually attractive to a LOT of people

The cycle never ends.

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Happy munday!

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Makes me think that Shaw should simply put his army of lawyers to work to go after them for damages… and how poetic would it be to add she-hulk to that legal team just to add insult to injury.

thinking about that time Shaw just found the X-Men in his basement for no reason

and while they’re fighting him, a green alien literally inflates itself into one of Selene’s costumes and flies off with it so Storm just BLOWS A HOLE IN THE CEILING and chases after the alien and brings the rest of the X-Men with her via a twister but this was in the BASEMENT so she must have just taken out like…every floor between the roof and the basement in addition to the roof itself

and this is just Shaw’s day today and he never gets any explanation for ANY OF THIS also yeah that’s Emma on the altar thing, that’s where they were keeping her in the basement. while she was in a coma No IVs, no bedpans, no anything, just this Snow White setup, it’s weird af and also HOW IS SHE ALIVE but yeah so this is like twice now the X-Men have just wrecked his place when he wasn’t doing a damn thing and doubtless cost him tons in repairs and I for one find it HILARIOUS and have no doubt he is hounding Charles for reimbursement TO THIS DAY

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The water shut off and there was a brief silence before the redhead appeared in the doorway, a thick terrycloth towel wrapped around her chest down to her thighs. Green eyes flashed with mischief and a smile spread across her lips.

“Mmm yum.” Her voice a sultry purr. She walked up to the bed, eyes roaming over his body. She paused for a moment before letting her towel drop into a pile on the floor.

A trail of midnight blue-black scraps of cloth await Shaw as he returns to his suite, leading from the door towards the bedroom which stands open, the door to the en-suite bathroom is open and steam is emerging along with the sound of the shower. A crystal decanter of amber liquid sits on the bedside table with two rocks glasses next to it, a dark lipstick print on the rim of one of them.

A small card is placed next to the decanter. “If you’re reading this, I’m still in the shower, strip and lay on the bed, I’ll be with you when I’m out.”

The thought occurred to Shaw's ever-suspicious mind that this could be a trap. . .but he was fairly certain who it was, given the cloth in question. Spitfire. And if that didn't give it away, the lipstick shade did. He did as instructed by the note, picking up one of the scraps as he did. He considered using it for a blindfold. . .but decided he wanted to be able to take in the view when she got out. @gxblinqxeen

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Catching The tail end of Munday…

I normally don’t post images of myself but I’m feeling pretty today.

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Okay, your post about Charles leading the X-Men in prayer before a meal makes me think of that scene in the first The Fast and the Furious where Dom says to Vince “since you were the first to reach for the chicken, you say grace.”

Only he says it to Logan who looks at him for a moment, puts his palms together and simply says “Grace.” And starts eating while saying in his mind so he knows the professor can hear it. “You said I had to say grace so I said grace.”

And Charles facepalms.

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Once more, the redhead considered his words, listened to his tone of voice, watched and read his body language. He was at once a man possessed of terrible wisdom, tempered by sadness and painful experience, and a healthy dose of fear.

She didn’t think it was fear for himself, and she knew it wasn’t fear OF her. No this was something else. Something that rocked Madelyne to the very core. Charles was afraid FOR her.

“I understand.” She answered, feeling warmth towards him. It did sadden her that there was no real ‘magic fix’ for her problems. Radha had said as much. She had thought that if anybody could fix her it would be the Professor. Yet even without touching his mind, she knew that he would not, could not bring himself to effectively erase her, in that way. It would have been the same as death of personality, murder in his eyes.

She also was certain now that he had done it before. He had erased the memories of others, and that the act of doing so, even with the most noble of intentions, had left its mark upon his soul.

“Forgive me Charles, I didn’t know.” She said, “I can’t imagine what it must have cost, and in my ignorance, I reopened old wounds.”

She refilled his tea and her own.

“Yet, if you will not help me in that way, nor will I ask such a thing of you again, perhaps there is another way you could.”

She took a sip of the tea, feeling the warmth seep deep into her.

“Simply talk with me, be my friend, my counsel. Help me as you have helped so many others. Teach me to be better than I am.” Her green eyes, so identical to her ‘Sister’s’ gazed hopefully into his.

“Good grief, I hate to use a cliche, but I don’t want to be bad anymore.”

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[cont.]   Madelyne was quiet for a long moment, listening to his words, running them through her mind, applying her own experiences and memories through his wisdom and coming to the same conclusion.

Charles was right.

Of course he was, he had more experience with this sort of thing than she had, probably more than anybody else alive human or mutant.

She took a sip from the water glass off the table between them and moistened her abruptly dry mouth.

“I understand that,” she admitted, “it would be foolish and risky to even attempt such a thing, we both know how fiery my temper can be and I shudder to think of my reaction if I were to ever re-learn the truth.”

She let out a chuckle.

“But, how about eliminating this frustrating predisposition… no more like a compulsion implanted by my…” she stumbled over the word ‘father’. It was so perverse, so abhorrent to her, “to love Scott? It would certainly make things less awkward for everyone if my heart didn’t get all fluttery around him. Especially since we’ve made such steps towards reconciliation as friends.”

She didn’t know if even he could undo the conditioning that she had undergone at the genetic level to implant that predisposition, but it certainly couldn’t hurt to ask.

“you are asking me to alter your mind.”   charles observed with alarm, squaring his shoulders at the resurrected woman.  … PHOENIX.  they BOTH were —— madelyne and jean.  madelyne and himself.  jean and himself … he and erik. the lot of them.  and now the whole of mutantkind.  they had perished and perished, and risen again and again.  at some point it stopped feeling like life had dragged them back from death’s door, and more like death had spitted them out … like tough meat too hard to swallow, or rotten flesh, he wasn’t sure.

perhaps there was merit in being too weather beaten and strange.  phoenix was, too, a monster that terrified.  as were goblins.

“i cannot oblige, madelyne,” he just about grumbled, if only to suppress the grunt in his voice.  “and you are a smart enough woman to understand why.”

he turned on his heels with a little bit of force that rubbed against the floor with an uncomfortable squeak.

… she wasn’t there.  charles had to remind himself.  she wasn’t there when he altered the x-men’s memory about vulcan and his team, wasn’t there when he absorbed the pain and hatred in magneto hence shutting down his mind, wasn’t there when he put up walls in young jean’s mind… —— … at least he didn’t think sinister’s cloning would, or could, replicate what he had done to her genetic donor.

“…whom you love is not a genetic trait, at least not sufficiently…”  the biological theories of human attractions aside.  “and you cannot be sure that your predisposition to love scott — as you put it — was an implant and not a part of, or more likely, a RESULT of the whole of your personality. by altering it, i will be fundamentally altering who you are.”

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The redhead blushed with pride at her friend’s praise. It hadn’t been easy to learn to cook like this, she could have simply mind-linked the knowledge from the person who taught her, but preferred to learn a skill like this the old fashioned way.

“I hadn’t really cooked that much before I met Scott, and was actually pretty bad when I tried to.” She chuckled, “I was a cargo pilot, I lived on airstrip diners and TV dinners. Scott once joked that I had weaponized green beans and mashed potatoes,” her voice changed to a bad impression of her ex-husband’s “Maddie, sweetheart, if we were to feed your mashed potatoes and green beans to our enemies, they would surrender and take the prison term gladly just for the food.”

She nearly doubled over in a fit of giggles.

“He had a bright red handprint of his cheek for two days.”

She straightened up and pulled out the chair for Radha.

“I had Sebastian’s personal chef teach me... and let me tell you he was a harsh taskmaster to be sure. But the end result was worth it. Little Jackie loves my cooking and you know how hard she can be to please.”

She paused briefly to pull the two gleaming silver domes off the plates revealing the dinner for two.

“And of course I will join you, I was hoping you’d ask.”

“Radha my dear friend, you spend so much of your time helping others, cooking for them, tending for them, when was the last time someone cooked for you?

I made dinner for you because while you’re so busy taking care of others I fear you fail to take care of yourself sometimes.

Light and flaky, grilled Alaskan Salmon Fillets, drizzled with a lovely white-wine and lemon butter sauce, served on a bed of jasmine rice with a side of snow peas and glazed carrots.

For your beverage an iced tea with lemon, and I even made dessert, but I won’t reveal that until it’s time.”

"Oh Madelyne!" Haven explained, her hand going to her cheek, "This is incredible! I had no idea you could cook---and so beautifully! It looks---and smells---incredible. The Alaskan salmon sounds wonderful, I rarely am in the right area for a cold-water fish. This is so thoughtful---you're truly an angel! I hope you'll be joining me, of course?" @gxblinqxeen

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Madelyne was quiet for a long moment, listening to his words, running them through her mind, applying her own experiences and memories through his wisdom and coming to the same conclusion.

Charles was right.

Of course he was, he had more experience with this sort of thing than she had, probably more than anybody else alive human or mutant.

She took a sip from the water glass off the table between them and moistened her abruptly dry mouth.

“I understand that,” she admitted, “it would be foolish and risky to even attempt such a thing, we both know how fiery my temper can be and I shudder to think of my reaction if I were to ever re-learn the truth.”

She let out a chuckle.

“But, how about eliminating this frustrating predisposition... no more like a compulsion implanted by my...” she stumbled over the word ‘father’. It was so perverse, so abhorrent to her, “to love Scott? It would certainly make things less awkward for everyone if my heart didn’t get all fluttery around him. Especially since we’ve made such steps towards reconciliation as friends.”

She didn’t know if even he could undo the conditioning that she had undergone at the genetic level to implant that predisposition, but it certainly couldn’t hurt to ask.

“ the memories hurt the most. ”

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@gxblinqxeen // madelyne.

''and yet THEY MUST REMAIN.'' he learned this the hard way, didn't he. ''those memories... good or bad, pleasant or painful -- they make up of what we are today, and what we will be tomorrow. and before you think that it is painful to be what you are today... consider that there is no alternative way that we can ever be, in the end. not without sacrificing a part of ourselves that will always be too much.''

''that is the reason for CEREBRO.'' he tapped the side of his helmet; a quiet echoing of metal and glass rang in his ear. ''that is why we invested in bringing people back with their memories and history -- ALL of it. i've seen enough of what happens when the mind is losing time ... there are no telepaths great enough on earth, no reality - warpers powerful enough in the universe, to make a mind forget itself. not even ourselves.''

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Madelyne fought back a laugh when he told her that she had a lot of faces. It was true after a fashion. She had the face of a pilot, of a lover, of a wife and mother, of a healer, of a madwoman, of a harbinger of destruction, he had the face of a broken woman. Her face that had originally belonged to a beloved hero, many faces indeed.

Though she realized in context that he had said that because she had evidently hit him hard enough to ring his bell and blur his vision.

She didn’t step back from him when he sat up, towering over her with his massive bulk, didn’t flinch or shy away in fear.

“It is very nice to meet you too Grundy” she said in a pleasant and friendly tone of voice. “I didn’t know anybody frequented the great swamp, I understood that most people avoided it because of spooky stories about abnormal creatures.”

She shrugged and gave him a smile. “Fortunately I don’t put much stock in ghost stories and spooky tales.” She had nearly opened a permanent gate to Limbo after all, ghosts and the supernatural had nothing on the legions of demons who waited behind that door.

“I don’t suppose you know the way to Westchester do you? I was at a lovely cook out before I was sent flying.”

The crimson beam of force had long since stopped actually applying force to the hastily erected telekinetic barrier, but it had been more than enough to launch the redhead into the stratosphere in an arc that carried her far from the city.

It had been her own fault really, she had been attending a cookout at her recently reconciled with “twin’s” insistence when their ex-husband had slipped on the wet decking and fell headlong into the pool hard enough to knock himself unconscious. He had been pulled from the water and his new fiancée the blonde bitch had screamed for help and she had stepped up to give CPR... not just because he was her ex and she was still genetically preprogrammed to love him, she would have done the same for any of them.

His glasses had fallen off in the pool and nobody had thought to retrieve them. She worked him over until he coughed and opened his eyes. The force beam would have taken her head off had she not thrown up a shield. She resigned herself to a crash landing as she streaked downwards into the spongy terrain of the swamp.

“What they couldn’t get the flyboy to put those wings of his to good use and rescue me?” She thought bitterly as she fell, “guess the old grudge isn’t completely healed yet.” She threw up another shield as she crashed through the treetops and hit something large and surprisingly fleshy with a heavy thump that sent the giant of a man face first into the marshy ground.

Rolling off of him with a groan she realized that she had landed on someone.

“Oh God! Sir are you okay?” She asked in an almost panicked voice shaking him gently as she checked for a pulse in the large pale skinned neck and finding none.

“Damn it no! I killed this innocent man by falling from the sky on top of him. How the heck am I going to explain this? They’ll probably think I did it on purpose because I’m evil.” She felt the massive body shift under her touch and fell back in shock.

“Whoa easy now mister.” She said in a shaky voice, “I didn’t mean to crash into you like that, I kinda fell out of the sky. Are you okay?”

((For Grundy))

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It had been just a normal, boring day in the swamp. Most of the time, Grundy’s life was hardly the definition of exciting. He’s sleep, wake up, hunt fish or one of the large animals, and roam his territory, making sure nobody sneaked their way inside.

It was worse in the summer…..especially with tourists running their boats over him when he was taking a nap underwater.

Suddenly though a boring day became SIGNIFICANTLY less boring as something hit him with enough force to send him flying. He was seeing stars for a few seconds, the voice of a female talking yet his ears ringing so loudly he couldn’t hear what she was saying.

He groaned as he sat up, looking like he felt……achy all over.

“ Owwwww……that hurt…..”

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“Wait... there’s another ME running around out there? I’m not talking about another clone of Jean Grey... I’m talking about another ME!

Damn you Sinister! One broken and cast aside shell wasn’t enough for your twisted little games, you had to make another one?

Only this time apparently, she didn’t get it right with Sebastian... which I suppose is a good thing. My eyes are green after all, and despite all of Radha’s help my temper is still as fiery as my hair.”

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The ten year old looked up at her father with wide eyes. It had been a difficult struggle to even get him to grudgingly allow her to come to work with him, and she had been six at the time. She wasn’t sure how her mother had convinced him to, and suspected she didn’t want to know.

She had spent the day watching him, listening, learning as he conducted meetings, ran his businesses and had surprised him by asking questions about what he was doing and why. He was probably more annoyed at first but she listened to his answers, and asked thoughtful follow-up questions, and when at the end of the day, her father had asked her what she had learned, she astonished him by answering him honestly and as fully as she could with only a few minor errors.

She had spent the past four years learning at his knee, and she was sharp as a knife when it came to the lessons he taught.

Now he was offering her an opportunity to implement her proposal. An opportunity that the girl pounced on. She set her face in an expression that he had seen often and had come to realize was her determined confidence expression. She would not fail. She would make her Dad proud.

“Deal” She held out her small hand to him, her green eyes sparkling with serious intensity.

“Dad, consider for a moment the good you could do with your near limitless wealth. No don’t give me that frown, hear me out first.

A battle occurs causing untold amounts of property damage. But hey not to worry! Here comes Shaw industries to the rescue! Quality home and business repairs paid for by insurance. And not just any insurance, by insurance companies that you own.

And get this, because it gets even better: because of your multiple companies and their standards for quality work, you get federal subsidies for doing just that, pushed through the appropriations committee by dear old Robert.

So people pay you for “supers insurance”, which you in turn use to pay your contractors, the government picks up at least half the tab for the materials and labor, and any losses get written off as a tax deduction... and with the right support you could also send the offending supers, because we’re not just talking about mutants here, the bill as well.

And there is the bonus benefit in it for you of really good PR.

So to summarize, you not only lose nothing, you profit! people pay you for the insurance, the government pays you to provide you the insurance, which you then contract your own companies to do the work, essentially paying yourself. Plus the PR boost? It’s win/win/win for you, and the government foots most of the bill.”

(Which child would be brave enough to even think about asking him this?)

Shaw listened to the little redhead, regarded her, and was quiet a long moment. "How about this: You try it. It's your idea, Jacqueline. You should implement it. I'll sign what needs an adult signature. If you succeed, I shan't touch the profits, only take back what I invested. If you fail, I cover my losses with your allowance. Deal?" He's impressed, and he'd like to see how this goes. Either way, it will be a good exercise for her, and an interesting show for him. @gxblinqxeen

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“That might have gotten you what you wanted had you not said that to me. For you see, I loathe my father entirely, and you have just succeeded in transferring a fair sized portion of that loathing onto yourself Empath. I hope it was worth it... daddy, for you won’t live to enjoy it.”

Empath: call me daddy. Or else.

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"I brought over mangoes. They're in season right now, and they're just splendid. I'm going to make kalakand and chutney from the surplus later, let me know if you'd like any of that too."

“Radha my dear friend, thank you. I simply love mangoes. And your cooking is phenomenal, seriously, are you sure that cooking isn’t your superpower?

I would love some.

But I must insist that you enjoy it with me. I will set the table for two.”

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While she gets her a combination of her mom’s slender and lithe build and her dad’s muscular physique, which would probably serve to give her an athletic build... I can only imagine how difficult it must have been to keep her from trying to rip her shirt off in almost any situation.

Okay picture Jacqueline Shaw letting her hair grow out, but she keeps her bangs short, except for the pair that each fall to either side of her face and both curl forward and fan slightly outward at the ends in almost a hauntingly similar homage to her dear old dad’s epic sideburns.

I don’t know why I thought of that mental image but I knew that I would have to share it with you!

@gxblinqxeen Oh I think that's really cute! Unlike actual sideburns which are awful, I love when girls do face-framing bangs!