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Single and ready to mangle
#rogue#marvel#x-men#anne-marie#digital art#illustration#fan art#art by op#AAA SHE LOOKS SO GOOODDD#REMY⌠Move aside please.
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Everett Thomas the man that u are
#I have a new crush oh lawd#this has been for a few weeks but Iâm rising from the dead again#I LOVE HIM BRO#some banter#karms thirst rambles#karm is a chatterbox
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say u like crazy girllssss but u hate when they act crazyy
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How would yall feel if I started writing for Laura?
COMIC LAURA, just so Iâm clear with you all on that- the one whoâs 21/22 cause sheâs who Iâm lowk currently smitten with and have been for the longest đŤ But Iâve just been hesitant to mention it since up to now Iâve only written for like.. the men/non women of X-men up to this point-
I promise Iâll pick up my slack, this year just has been a roller coaster and I really didnât expect my rambles and small imagines/oneshots to get me such traction, Iâm always big on breaks from my socials so Iâm bad at consistency đđđź
#some banter#karm is a chatterbox#yes I know I still got Logan morph and Scott wips to finish Iâm so bad at this you guys I apologize so hard đŤ#laura kinney
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Morph/GN!Reader It's a little late, and super short and not that in-depth, but I'll be honest, I've been on the struggle bus lol. I feel that Practical magic might have to hold on until after october, as I really want to post the secret surprise guest fic on halloween day and I'm worried I wont have enough time if not. Don't worry though! It should still be posted eventually.
Youâve always considered the rumors about your familyâs witchy and magical past to be fictional, absolute nonsense. Well, you did, until you found yourself accidentally bound to someone whoâs more or less your familiar. Neither of you particularly wants this, so you focus on whatever magical skills you managed to inherit on breaking the bond- but is that really what you want?
TWs: Incredibly inaccurate witchcraft and magic, misunderstandings, I'll add more if I think of any.
    âAnd youâre sure this will work?â You sigh at the sound of the voice, Morph sitting on your counter and kicking their feet back and forth as they watch you draw a chalk symbol on the floor. The lines are crooked and the symbol a little wonky, but it looks close enough to the one you saw on Google- you think.
    âNope.â
    Itâs been almost a week since the universe decided that you needed a new problem on your hands. One day youâre joking about the supposed magical past of your family line, then the next day youâre waking up at midnight to heavy vertigo, bright lights, and something- someone in your house. Not only had you jinxed yourself, you had put yourself through some kind of horror movie by walking through the dark house and faceplanting directly into a pale, lanky creature that you were sure you'd seen on some horror forum in the 2010s. Only, they werenât just some creature. They were your creature. Your familiar, apparently. Like, witchy familiar- like black cats or owls or other creatures of the night- only you got stuck with a Changling, one who wasn't exactly thrilled about the situation, having enjoyed hundreds of years of freedom since being bound to another magic-user.
    âReally starting to doubt that you're an actual witch, you know.â They hum, hopping down from the counter and stretching their arms. You let out a long groan, running your hands through your hair before you plop down on one side of the circle.
    âThatâs because Iâm not!â You say, exasperated. âI donât have a clue what Iâm doing- and if anything I would expect the Fae-born changling to know more about this!â Morph only shrugs, which only aggravates you further.
    âDonât hate the player, rookie, hate the game.â
    âWould you please sit down already?âÂ
    The instructions you follow make you feel stupid. You had everything that the âspellâ or whatever it was required, but it was just so⌠cheesy. Every step you follow feels stereotypical and fake. Youâre a hundred percent sure that it probably wasn't exactly common for witches and whatnot to sever the magical bond between themselves and their familiars, but this wasn't really an average situation. You donât want to use magic, or be a witch! And Morph doesnât want to be stuck to you either! You can already see the hopeful glimmer in their eyes as the chalk circle begins to glow, the writing on the sheet of paper you were using to guide you quickly following suit. The air begins to feel staticky, charged with magical energy. Thereâs a buzzy feeling underneath your skin, and the tension in the air begins to grow as the tea candles on the counter go out suddenly. Thereâs a moment of anticipation, and then a flash of blinding light. You close your eyes at the bright shine, feeling the buzzy feeling die down. Thereâs a silence in the air, and when you finally open your eyes⌠Morph is still there, tapping their fingers against the wood floor. They look a little disappointed, before giving you a smile that doesn't reach their eyes.Â
    âSoooo, should we order takeout tonight?â
    âGod damnit.â
    You go grocery shopping instead. While you're in the store, Morph is really helpful. Youâve only known them a day or two, but they are certainly living up to their title. You donât really have to ask for help very much, sometimes they just do things you need, and other times you do ask them to do something (stupid tall shelves) and itâs almost like compassion for them to fulfill your requests. You donât like that. Morph is still smiling, but you donât think they like it either.
    Morph is⌠strange. Not in a regular way- and the constant changing and taking on new forms isn't exactly news to you, besides the fact you had been so sure changelings usually take on a single shape, but then again you didnât exactly do a ton of research on that kind of mythology. Youâre starting to think you should have, but that's aside from the point. Morph is actually really nice, and funny, and always manages to find a way to make you laugh. There are moments when it just feels so authentic and others that feel⌠hollow, almost.Â
    As nice as it was to have company, the quest for a spell to sever the bond between you continued. Morph helps you find spellbooks at the library you had never known existed, stayed up late with you to find herbs and fungus that only grew at night, helped you make breakfast and drank wine with you on the weekends before laughing with you until morning. Months go by of this, and despite every failed spell or ritual, the air between you only settles, both of you relaxing into a new comfortable energy. Theyâre less stiff than they used to be, you noticed. theyâre less afraid to make mistakes, and more likely to join you for company.Â
    Eventually, Morph tells you about their sinister first master- if you can call the bastard that. Itâs a serious moment, one youâre not likely to forget, but afterward, you find a new kind of appreciation for how comfortable they were in your home, and with you.
    From then on, things between you⌠change a bit. Something shifts. Morph is a lot more touchy with you, slinging an arm around your shoulders, draping themselves across you on the couch. Their jokes come off more genuine and less stiff- less of a defense than they were before. Thereâs newfound mutual trust, one that you start to enjoy.
    âŚBut they still had to go home, right?
    You feel like every step closer you get to having the perfect spell mastered, something goes wrong. All these little nitpicky things that you had overlooked time and time again begin to wear on you, and with your growing fondness for Morph, it wears you down a little. You want them to say, but you donât want to keep them here. Not against their wishes. Additionally, your new spellbooks and supplies- hell, even the crystals you owned before any of this magic stuff surfaced had gone missing. You go to try another attempt, and time and time again, after not being able to find the key components you knew you had, you gave up and waited for another day. And then when you would find what you needed, something else would be missing instead. You have never felt so forgetful then you did while searching the house and having to get Morph to help you- because it really had to be you misplacing things, right?
    What was stranger was that Morph didnât really care. They would laugh about it and shrug their arms and lightly make fun of you, but never made you feel too bad about it. You had felt so guilty every single time, knowing that you were keeping them here due to your own thoughtlessness- and the fact that you enjoyed them being here only made the guilt worsen.Â
    Eventually, the time finally came when this foolproof spell you had been working on for so long was ready.Â
    The room is lit by candles, the chalk on the floor almost glowing against the dark wood. Thereâs a small fire in the center of the circle, various crystals and things placed around in strategic patterns, and the air is buzzing with magic. Youâve recited these words so many times at this point you had it memorized, so focused on wrapping the twine rope to bind yourself and Morphâs wrists together you hardly see the way their face shifts, looking paler than ever.Â
    âAre you sure this is going to work this time?â Morph asks, an unsteady tone to their voice.Â
    âWell, weâll know if the fire-â You donât even have to finish your reply, as soon as the twine has been fully wound, only a string hanging down in the middle, the fire shifts in color, a wave of magic sweeping the room and every other candle and flame following suit. You look around in surprise, with this being the first time youâve ever had that kind of reaction. It feels⌠good. The magic beneath your skin, the power and control you have over the elusive spell at your fingertips. And yet, you still canât bring yourself to smile.Â
    The fire beneath your wrists stretches, the flame flickering up to lick at the twine that hangs between you. This kind of flame won't burn the skin, only the rope, you remind yourself as you anxiously watch the fire grow. You canât hear anything over your heart pounding in your ears, the twine burning slowly before it begins to pick up in speed. A wind begins to pick up in the room, candles flickering as the magic seems to become sucked into the binding as it burns. Youâre too focused to really pay attention to Morphâs growing discomfort, but time is ticking, and you look up at them expectantly when they must speak their half of the spell, taking their power back for themself and rescinding your use of it.
    âMorph?â They donât respond to their name, eyebrows furrowed as the flame burns more and more of the rope. You finally notice how nervous they look, heaving breaths and shaking shoulders. Itâs all moving so fast, and theyâre running out of time. The flame completely overtakes the twine when Morph suddenly shifts the size of their wrist, yanking it out of the binding. All of the air is sucked out of the room, the magic following suit as every flame returns to its normal color, and you canât help but let out a screech as your wrist begins to burn.Â
    âShit! Sorry! Sorry! Iâm so sorry.â Morph is rambling. Youâre desperately trying to get the rope off as they race off to the side, grabbing the bucket of emergency water you kept just in case something went wrong. You call their name in frustration, tears dotting your eyes as they grab your hands and plunge it into the water, quenching the fire.
    âPlease, just donât be mad!â They beg, but itâs a little late for that. Your growing anger is only amplified by the unbearable pain from the burn on your wrist.
    âOf course Iâm mad!â You shout. âHow can I not be?!â Tears are finally beginning to roll down your cheek, from the pain or the anger, you didnât know. Morph is becoming frantic, running back over to the side to grab the first-aid kit before sitting down with it. You canât bring yourself to take your wrist out of the cool water. They canât seem to decide the best way to help you, either, hands reaching out to wipe your tears but retracting before they can touch your face.
    âI canât- Iâm sorry, I couldnât-â
    âWhy didnât you just tell me?!â The words come out like a shout, and Morph flinches, looking ashamed.Â
    âDo you have any Idea how hard this was for me?â You sob. â-To tap into whatever magic bullshit this all is, do all of these rituals and spells and have each one of them fail? Having to prepare myself for you to leave me over and over again?!â Thereâs a second of silence, Morph looking at you wide-eyed.
    âWhat?â Morph breathes, in absolute shock, still hovering by your side. You scoff at the question, taking your wrist out of the water to weakly punch at their chest.
    âYouâre such an oblivious asshole!â Your arms are around them before they have a second to react, burning your face into their shoulder. Morph is frozen, stiff under you like they still haven't fully processed what was happening. You continue to cry into them, sobs and hiccups slowing while they begin to relax, wrapping their arms around you and burying their face into your hair.
    âWhy didnât you just tell me you wanted to stay?â The words are whispered and broken, but Morph only holds you tighter.
    âI⌠I thought you wanted me to go.â Morph mumbles. You shake your head, only curling into them further. They hold you back just as tight, and you know that the relief youâre feeling is mutual.Â
    You sit together for a long, teary-eyed moment, breathing each other in.
    âSoâŚâ Morph breaks the silence. âTakeout?â You laugh, and itâs possibly the greatest sound they've ever heard.
    âHell yeah.â
#AAAAAA#BANGER BY GOOFY AS EXPECTED#didnât expect this to hit me in the feels near the end#MOOOOOORPHHHH I LOVE YOU MORPH đđđđđđđ#God I love them#TOP TIER WRITING FLOWERS FLOWERS GIVING U UR FLOWERS đ#x men#x men comics#x men 97#x men headcannons#morph x reader#x men x reader#x men 97 x reader
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I havenât touched my blog in a while so thatâs my bad pookies, but tell me why the idea of something with a beauty and the beast theme with Logan just came to mind rn-
Or Beast himself. BOTH WORK IN THEIR OWN WAYS-
#some banter#karm is a chatterbox#I just#Iâm roleplaying and while thinking up bot concepts this hits me and even though I donât necessarily write SFW shit or have a writing spark#like I used to#this just invaded my mind#and Iâm obsessed#YES#logan howlett#beast#hank mccoy
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GUESS WHOS BACK FROM THEIR BIRTHDAY CRUISE AND IS FINALLY 19
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Sorry for the inactivity yall, life been beating my ass lately, but imma come out on top đââď¸
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except thatâs on all of us.
#TEARS#HELLO#oh my god the meaningfulness in this piece envokes so many emotions#OP you did a STELLAR JOB#eats ur art#EVERYONE LOOK#deadpool and wolverine#logan howlett#the wolverine#x men#marvel
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BUB IS A NAME LOGAN TENDS TO USE TO GUYS HE MESS AROUND WITH AS A PLAYFUL NICKNAME. ESPECIALLY GUYS WHO ANNOY HI.
RIGHT- LIKE ITS TOO CASUAL OF A TERM TO BE USING WHEN YOU BALLS DEEP IN SOMEBODY-
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I SAID WHAT I SAID
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YALLL LOOK AT WHAT I GOTTTT
ITS BEAUTIFUL AAAAAA
Pin made by @/kaydeefox! You can find them on Instagram & Twitter!
#some banter#karm is a chatterbox#karmâs pin posting#x men#rogue x gambit#romy#rogue xmen#gambit#remy lebeau
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Alrighty!! The winner of the last poll was... bloody halloween!!! I'm super excited for this one, but I will say I feel a little bad bc I only have two characters on the characters lost for this one! Hopefully yall wont mind đĽ˛
Winning Prompt: Bloody Halloween
A bat flies through your window one night, and although you're dreadfully afraid of rabies and scared to touch the little thing, it's in really bad shape and you can't stand by and just let it die. You spend the next few days nursing the little guy back to health, when one day he up and disappears. The next night you go out with your friends, and feel like you keep seeing a familiar pair of eyes in the crowd.
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Alright everybody!!! We are officially on the second prompt poll! If you missed the last one our winners were the promt Haunted Mansion, and the character Nightcrawler!
Sadly, that means he won't repeat in a character poll, but you'll be seeing him again soon! For this poll, we've got a whole Vampire vs. Were-something going on!! (I'm gonna be so sad if my favorite one doesn't win, but at least I have the redemption round!)
Prompt Three: Howling
Something has been spotted in the woods behind your house. You donât believe any of the bullshit all these reporters and wannabe horror vloggers are pushing, all you know is that you really want them off your land. Until you have a personal encounter with this creature, that is. What is the thing that has seemingly moved into your neck of the woods, and does it have anything to do with your new neighbor?
Prompt Four: Bloody Halloween
A bat flies through your window one night, and although you're dreadfully afraid of rabies and scared to touch the little thing, it's in really bad shape and you can't stand by and just let it die. You spend the next few days nursing the little guy back to health, when one day he up and disappears. The next night you go out with your friends, and feel like you keep seeing a familiar pair of eyes in the crowd.
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butch wolverine, anyone?
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I got soooo many things in my drafts that are just begging to be continued- I gotta get to them soon enuff-
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