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“ Can you beat Goku? ”

❝ i don't - who is that ? ❞

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@potpourris asked: ❛ you tried to change, didn’t you? ❜ , from charles xavier

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HER JAW grits . ❝ it's fine . nobody saw , ❞ she says , trying to get out from under the lecture she KNOWS is coming .

❝ i'm not a totally incompetent mutant you know . ❞

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@potpourris asked: ❛ despite everything, i believe that people are really good at heart. ❜ , from charles xavier

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SHE'S QUIET as he speaks because she knows he does . it's to his detriment . people that haven't and never should , have earned his benefit of the doubt . she's quiet for even longer , because she certainly DOESN'T .

❝ i know you do , charles . ❞ when she does speak , her voice is quiet . ❝ i know you're not naive . but i don't - - - ❞ she shakes her head with a sigh . ❝ i don't understand . ❞

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why yes i did hop on to do all my drafts and then disappeared for two weeks, thank you for noticing. anyway hi kings what's new

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should we have to hide ? you are perfect . look at all we've achieved this week , all we w i l l achieve ? you want us to fit in to society , but society should aspire to be more like US .

M U T A N T A N D P R O U D

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OH GOOD . a ' when we were children ' conversation . raven feels her skin prickle even at the brush of the memories , both before and with charles .

❝ young , ❞ she answers simply . it's almost an unspoken rule among mutants : don't ask about the childhood . nine times out of ten ? it's a shitty sob story . raven's is no different and she doesn't really feel like digging into the old wounds of it . ❝ and it just sort of happened . one day i looked like you , next day i didn't . ❞ she shrugs . then ❝ weird question : but did you HAVE a childhood ? or did you just kind of , you know . . . ❞ she gestures vaguely at her .

she gets it, if she's being honest. when you're five years old, it makes as little sense as it does when you're ten, fifteen even. a man who isn't your father but wants so badly to be, sitting across the table, giving you a box of orange juice and asking you to tell him what the pretty lady with the rainbow nails is feeling, and you misunderstand. you touch his hand, and you feel joy that cascades into sickening guilt that warps and coils into a shame so profound that he leaves for three days. you don't get to drink the juice. that's for people who follow orders, says mother.

emotions are fickle. they're also messy and frightening. heartbreak, love, grief, joy, despair, hope. no one person feels one thing at one time. is it any wonder that raven looks so uncomfortable at the notion?

she drops her head, nods once, a dip of her chin that acknowledges the strangeness of such gifts. but her gaze lifts and she fixes it on her as she describes the process. how does that impact a person? to be able to look like anyone in the universe, and choose a singular default look. difficult to comprehend, to say the least. she can only hope raven developed some sort of mindset for it. " must have been overwhelming when you were younger, huh? and... how old were you when you learned you could do this? how did you find out? "

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HE SAW you and you saw him . raven's throat tightens ever so slightly and she takes a deep pull of wine in an effort to loosen it back up . she refuses to cry , especially now , especially in front of him . he gets to her , in a way no one else is even remotely capable of and it's not fair .

they both seem to need the reprieve from the emotions they're feeling because he changes the subject . she clears her throat and tosses her hair over her shoulder .

❝ the house , ❞ she starts with a nod , eyes roaming around the space as if she'd never seen it before , how it might look to new eyes . ❝ it was a gift . from him . well - it didn't START as a gift . it was his home . i lived jumping from safe house to safe house . but when we were - well , even before we were anything , i practically lived here . then , when he was going away , he gifted it to me . he knew it was impenetrable . ❞ then , a side eye to loki . ❝ supposed to be impenetrable . it is to everything else , anyway . a seemingly normal new york walk up , but outside of space and time and warded to the high heavens . - - - i moved in and never left . ❞

This is a lot for her, Loki can tell. Even if he couldn’t, it wouldn’t exactly be a surprise. The god has lost enough loved ones throughout his lifetime to know that speaking of those long gone is the sweetest agony. He torments himself with it at times, ensconced within Yggdrasil, timelines pulsating around him as he dwells on faded memories of his mother, or Mobius, or any of the others he has left behind for this throne. Each occasion rips scabs off ageing wounds, but the pain is better than forgetting – now, at least; in a previous life he would gladly have forgotten everything just for a moment of peace. But now, to forget them would be to forget his purpose, so the God of Stories continues to remember.

“He saw you. And you saw him. The real you, and the real him, underneath everything else.” It’s shockingly serious, considering everything that has come before, but even Loki would not jest about something such as this. He knows what it is to live as a shifter of outward appearance – always admired, never known - and he remembers all too well what it is to find someone who makes sense of the universe… and to lose them. The god takes a generous gulp of his wine. Perhaps it would be better if they moved on.

With a huff the trickster slides forward, off the sofa to lie fully on soft carpet, shuffling until he’s comfortable and once again draining his glass of wine. “Tell me about this house.”

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love at first sight. let's be real, only children believe in "love at first sight." but you're a hopeless romantic probably sitting around in coffee shops waiting to meet "the one." and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. infatuation at first sight is more accurate. you are the moment when two people lock eyes, and the whole world stills. nothing is there but you and them. and there is suddenly a strong sense of longing. you love love, don't deny it. flowers, chocolates, the whole nine yards. because of this you are loved by many. hopefully you know it too: you are loved.

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THERE'S A short laugh , not used to being on the receiving end of that question .

❝ normally i'm the one asking that , ❞ she comments , amused , then takes a moment to consider the other . ❝ assuming i'm not taking any abilities into account ? i don't know . i'd guess probably thirty - three ? give or take a year . ❞

BROWS FURROWING INTO PALLID FEATURES; kicking aside a backpack before sitting herself down across from the other shapeshifter ❛ okay, but how old do you think I am ?? ❜

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SHE'S NOT exactly trying to be subtle . there'd have been a lot more precautions taken if she were . appearing in her preferred human - looking form wouldn't be her first line of defense . she leans her hip on the outer wall of the mansion , brow arching as her arms cross .

❝ oh he didn't tell you ? ❞ she tsks her tongue . ❝ of course he didn't . charles only shares what he thinks other people should know , which is rarely much . ❞ a pleased little smile cracks her lips . ❝ i'll be working with you on this one - BUB . you're looking at your new teammate . ❞

" And here I thought I could enjoy myself a nice cold beer and then you walk in. " A sigh left Logan's lips as he didn't remove his eyes from his glass of beer. Of course, he knew who it was walking up to him, he could tell by the movement and the way a person smelled. Everyone had a different scent and Mystique was no different. She could change and shape herself into whoever she wanted but it wouldn't change how she smelled.

" What the hell do you want ? "

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SUPERNATURAL / FANTASY CHARACTER AESTHETICS

bold what applies - italicize what sometimes applies - strike what never applies

THE FAIRY. chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. flirting. walking home at 3am with no coat. platonic hand-holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit. THE REAPER. computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty. hard liquor. crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers. absolution. looking out the window of an airplane. soft kisses. THE WITCH. graffiti. pretending to know what you're doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through the clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant. illusions and spells. black cats. mint gum. chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death. THE WOLF. murders of crows. frost-bitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. sharp canines. soft, thick fur. hunger. a small cottage in the middle of the woods. knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always finding your way back home.

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THE SIDE of her lip quirks up , just a bit .

❝ have you ever been known to practice subtlety , erik ? ❞

( OPEN STARTER // ERIK LEHNSHERR // MUTUALS ONLY )

"The time for subtlety is passing. Now is the time for change."

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SHE SHOULD apologize . she was rude and that's the polite thing to do . but raven isn't really one for apologies so she shifts on her feet instead . but the end of his sentence makes her tilt her head .

❝ MAINLY ? what do you mean by that ? ❞

hands  rose  as  if  he  were  SURRENDERING TO HER  because  who  was  he  to  tell  her  how  to  be  the  most  comfortable.  john  figured  that  a  chameleon  would  grow  tired  of  hiding  beneath  skin  that  wasn't  her  own,  but,  at  the  same  time,  he  could  understand  that  over  the  years  the  strain  of  hiding  faded  away.

“  choice  is  all  yours,  ”  his  words  were  spoken  nonchalantly.  hardly  pressed  about  whether  or  not  she  chose  to  show  her  natural  self.  “  wanted  to  extend  the  offer  so  you  know  i'm  not  made  uncomfortable  by  you  no  matter  how  you  appear  ...  well,  mainly.  ”

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HE'S TOO kind . too kind and far too forgiving . she doesn't deserve his forgiveness . he said he's not attacking her for her decisions but maybe he should be . maybe there hadn't been avenues for a mutant mother of an obviously mutant child , and the one she'd picked had seemed like the only viable one at the time , but that doesn't make it RIGHT .

his joke is kind , an attempt to break the tension between them , an attempt to give her an out . another thing she doesn't deserve from him . her jaw grits and her head lifts as she steels herself .

❝ alright . what do you want to know . ❞

there is a whole range of emotions he could dip into and there would be forgiveness from most if he explained why.

why he was sad, why he was angry, why he was delighted, why he was forgiving.

(as if there was anything to forgive, he thinks. she did what she had to, who is he to judge? you know, besides being her son... )

"i am not asking for you to defend yourself because i am not attacking you for them. i merely want to understand. perhaps you are right, but i will never know for sure and as such it is... it is foolish to long for something i can never have. but-"

somewhere behind him a dog barks, a child laughs. someone is murmuring about the pair, a whisper of the word mutant easily distinguishable in that crisp, fall air.

his tail begins to sway apprehensively, less anxiety about anyone in this part of the city judging them, more so that she might disappear if he looks away.

"is it so bad to want to know where i came from? that is all i am asking for."

and then, to ease the tension, because it is just his way, he offers a small smile and says, "besides, next time i go to the doctor i can finally tell them if i have heart disease in the family or not."

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IT'S A very weird conversation to be having , she's aware . normally , you don't just admit to killing people , but then , bucky's different . if anyone understands , it's him .

❝ well , i don't think you're a serial killer who collects toes in your basement . but i definitely get having a , uh . . . REPUTATION . i usually get the worst intentions assumed of me , so , ❞ she waves a hand and shrugs . ❝ might as well just do things my way anyway . ❞

"No shit?" Bucky asked humorously. Just how casually they talked about this should be mildly alarming and yet here they was. Then again it was nice not lying through your teeth for once.... Till you got caught and came of as a serial killer. "I try not to do it.... People already take me for a secret serial killer who collect the toes of my victims in jars in my basement." He shrugged his shoulders a bit at that. It used to bother him but it was getting tiresome. "I don't have jars of toes or a basement."

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CRAZY AND UNPREDICTABLE was definitely one way to describe their little rag tag bunch of mutants . if one of them wasn't causing mayhem , it was another , though the usual culprits were alex or sean . it's overwhelming in a lot of ways , but seeing the mansion so full of life and joy . it feels GOOD .

❝ yeah , but what else is new , ❞ she answers , lips curling in a small smile . she nods to his work station . ❝ what are you working on ? ❞

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Hank let out a soft 'thanks' as Raven placed a mug of coffee near his work station. He had recently of holed himself up in the lab with his newest project. It was something he couldn't help. He got excited about a new experiment or technology and only wanted to focus on that. Leaning back from his work, he cracked his back before reaching for the mug. "What's it been like up there? Crazy and unpredictable?"

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HER PANIC is acute and she's trying to ignore the voice in her head that's telling her he's dead he's dead he's dead . it's becoming more difficult to drown it out though the more rigorous she shakes him , and no life stirs in the other .

she's about to resort to good ol ' cpr when a groan comes from alex , the sound low and pained . a sound that she doesn't quite let be a sob comes from her chest and her head bows in relief . raven doesn't let herself cry , but there's a moment there where she almost doesn't have a choice .

❝ JESUS CHRIST , SUMMERS , ❞ she chastises , as if it's his fault . she swipes a hand through her hair , sitting back onto her knees . ❝ i thought you were dead . ❞ and oh the relief blooming in her chest that he's not could fuel her for years . she offers a hand to help him into a sitting position . ❝ if by ' fun ' you mean getting the mansion blown to bits , then yeah . the worst part is we have pietro to thank for saving our lives , so we'll be hearing the end of his crowing just about NEVER . ❞

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A soft groan escaped his lips as he roused from his sleep. He could already feel how sore his body was before being fully away. Taking the time to look at his surroundings, he found a familiar face staring at him. "Oh, hey Ray," Alex greeted with a weak upturned quirk of his lips. His voice low and a little raspy. "Don't tell me I missed all the fun."