#ft. emma frost

[starspilli]

and you don’t seem the lying kind, a shame that i can read your mind

[wingheadshellhead]

i'm coming out as a tonyemma enjoyer this was cute

[virtuousouls]

closed for @rosewaterdrunk​ | emma frost, new york

when logan had found out about portal’s being here as well (which of course they would be. of course he wasn’t just back in a normal fucking world), he had seen that new york was a location. he had never really liked big cities, preferring secluded places and the wilderness (well, he was the wolverine after all). but at least it was more familiar than wakanda was. too much tech for him. strolling around, logan was looking for a bar that didn’t seem pretention when he noticed the avengers tower. he looked up at it, making a face as he did so, causing him to miss the person he was near.

[envicd]

"no man is worth the aggravation." from emma frost (@sunshiinefades)

"Is a man ever worth anything?" Cat questions with an amused tone. "Maybe they're better used as toys, simply cast them away once they grow bothersome."

[catfuyus]

22 DEC. GINGERBREAD HOUSE | 12 DAYS OF SELFSHIPMAS

ft. (no surprise) sanjiro (mikey x sabrina) for @tartagliove’s twelve days of selfshipmas ♡ we made the terrible decision of turning it into a double date competition with emma & draken !

“Why’s it pink?” mikey frowns at the collection of confections you and emma gathered for your gingerbread house competition.

emma sticks her tongue out at her brother as she begins dividing up the materials. “because I thought it was cute, duh.”

mikey directs his pout at you as you come back over to his side; he’s long since given up on pestering draken to reel in his sister. “do you think it’s cute?” he frowns.

mikey’s adorable when he doesn’t get his way. you just go on your tip toes and give him a little peck on the lips before saying “it won’t matter what colors we use once we win.”

the thought of winning seems to reignite mikey’s motivation for the gingerbread houses, suddenly determined to make emma regret picking out colors that would only suit her. “I’ll show her why everyone calls me the invincible mikey.”

you and draken burst into laughter at his bravado, completely missing emma’s sudden “1, 2, 3, go!” as the two siblings scramble for supplies and try to cheat their way into winning.

“baby, grab her doors! she can’t win without any doors!”

“draken do something, he’s taking all the frosting!”

[radianxce]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 .

and i can't imagine when you go home / does she follow like an echo ? / like your shadow , you can try but you can't run / from the truth of what you both made / that you blew up on a tuesday / how does pain taste when it melts into your tongue ?

— 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

FACECLAIM. davika hoorne . CHARACTER NAME. sunisa de vos . NICKNAME(S). barbet , suni , sun , barb , barbie . GENDER/PRONOUNS. cisgender woman / she/her . SEXUALITY. bisexual biromantic . HEIGHT. 5 ft. 9 in. ( 176 cm. ) DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. smells amazing , has a near perpetual pout , large eyes , prominent cheekbones , hair cut short enough to brush either her collarbones or a sharp jawline . APPEARS (THE AGE AT TIME OF DEATH). 33 . BIRTHDAY. august 21st , 1968 . PLACE OF BIRTH. bangkok , thailand . NATIONALITY. thai . FAMILY INFORMATION. an only child hailing from a wealthy family with influence all over the world . her mother was a prominent socialite and her father was a belgian hotel magnate . CAUSE OF DEATH. car crash after being stood up at the altar . TRAITS. + ambitious , + graceful , + resourceful , - vengeful , - cynical , - isolated. LIKES. admiration , praise , luxury , real gemstones , waking up early , getting her photo taken , red wine , the opera , orchids , collecting perfumes . DISLIKES. public transportation , people who overshare , nosy questions , having to watch people in love ( gag ) , wasting time , rejection and failure . HOBBIES. collects rare and expensive perfumes , enjoys viewing art , flower arranging , wine tasting , acting ( yes , it's applicable even in death ) . HABITS. when something genuinely frustrates or displeases her , suni clenches her jaw , despite the rest of her appearance radiating calmness . she also almost always is wearing makeup and a carefully curated outfit.

— 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

PINTEREST. link ! CHARACTER TROPES. rich bitch , ambition is evil , defrosting ice queen , jerk with a heart of gold , stood up ( runaway groom ) , reluctant warrior , lonely among people , head - turning beauty . CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS. sharpay evans ( high school musical franchise ) , emma frost ( marvel ) , miranda priestly ( the devil wears prada ) , gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ) , fallon carrington ( dynasty ) . MORAL ALIGNMENT. true neutral. ZODIAC/NATAL CHART. leo sun , taurus moon , scorpio rising . MBTI. estj - t / the executive . ENNEAGRAM. 3w4 / the achiever.

[bikenesmith]

new nsf.w art on my nsf.w art twitter and nsf.w tumblr @darknesmith (ft younger 616 cherik, emma frost, etc)! 18+ only

pic for visibility 😭

[psifrost]

　　　　[　　𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 　　𝙸𝙽 　　 ¹⁹⁸⁴ ]

the   hour   strikes   midnight   with   the   floor   reverberating   a   tune   of   rubber   wheels   ﹠     skirting   patrons   either   racing   or   dancing   their   way   around   the   brimming   rink.   cascaded   above,   a   disco ball   glistens   in   rotation;   a   rainbow   of   magniloquent   lights   bleeding   from   it’s   reflection   ﹠  soaking   tepid   bodies   with   a   shimmer   of   sweat   ﹠   sparkles,   as   if   they   hail   from   the   very   dimension   of   the   moderate   celestial   orb   above   them.              CREATURES   OF   THE   STARS   !   with   trailing   flames   blazing   through   an   age   of   blissful   ignorance   :   where   nothing   matters   but   what   song   rumbled   through   the   jukebox   next   ﹠   can   we   gambol   to   the   beat?

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝚃 , tucked   away   in   a   dark   slit   of   the   room   a   top the     '     RINK   '      owners  lap ﹠ an echoing ...   / slide slide, tap! tap! tapping! / * [ 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙴, 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑹𝑻 : REPEAT ! ] * EMMA   FROST   is   shining   like   a   beacon;      with   her   platinum      bob   curved   delicately   around   a   chiseled   jawline   ﹠   a   smile   beaming   that   would  bring GODS to their knees. her feigned laughter roars through the echoing tune as remnants of a powdery substance coats her left nostril.

SHE REEKS OF SWEAT ﹠ RADIANT ELEGANCE, it clings to her flesh ﹠ leaks from her pores. a sense of confining pollution in the way her body melts into the bindings of these glittering walls leaving behind a RICH yet SENSUAL rimestream as she rollerskates from the booth to the bar ﹠ made her way through a crowd of burning dancing bodies signaling the night had only just kicked off!

✧.* 𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 : ❝ TWO MARTINIS, EXTRA DRY. ❞ BARTENDER : ❝ $ ⁶ˑ⁴² ❞ ✧.* 𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 : ❝ keep the change, 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒. ❞

@005198 / plotted starter

[bingcrosbyai]

Brief diversion for Emma frost Zooposting ft. Red hair. All SDXL here

[devine-fem]

rest in peace emma frost, you woulda loved all she wants by kim petras ft paris hilton

rest in peace emma frost, you woulda loved synthetic by ayesha erotica

[thwipswebs-a]

peter tries his best not to panic as he wakes up in an all too familiar street on a night he could never forget. this night was terrible. he couldn’t think of a time where he’d been more upset. but before he can think more or even process this entire situation, he hears it.

BANG!

a gunshot rings out. his blood runs cold. “uncle ben!” he cries, running to the man as he lay on the sidewalk, bleeding.”n-no...” he whispered, kneeling down by his uncle, pressing his hands against his chest in an attempt to stop the bleeding. “call an ambulance! someone call an ambulance!” he yelled. “uncle ben! oh my god, oh god,” his voice was barely a whisper at that point, tears streaking his cheeks. his efforts were useless. his uncle was dead. standing up, he shakes his head. “this isn’t... this isn’t real. this is just a nightmare.” he said to himself, getting to his feet and taking off. 

“why didn’t you stop the thief, peter? you could have saved me.” says uncle ben, causing peter to stop dead in his tracks and turn to face his dead uncle. “i-i tried...” he whimpered. “not nearly hard enough. i’m dead because of you, peter.” he shakes his head, tears welling up in his eyes. it’s then that he notices his mother and father standing next to ben. “we’re so disappointed, peter. we had such high hopes for our little boy.” they speak in unison. “i-i’m sorry,” he cries, stumbling away from the mirages of his dead family members, only to come upon a hospital bed... with harry in it. he carefully picks up harry’s hand and holds it gently, looking down at the deathly sick image of his boyfriend that breaks his heart. “i love you,” he whispers, kissing harry’s forehead before he runs away crying into another room. he slams the door shut and locks it, turning around only to slam straight into another person.  he scrambles away from them, eyes wide. “w-who are you? where are we? what’s going on?” he whimpered.

@ofwhitequeen

[starcgazette]

hottest couples?

Mm. Getting right to it, huh? Well, I love me some ladies, so the top spot has gotta go to Gwen 2.0 and MJ. It’s too bad they’re going to fizzle out and hate each other in two months, right? After that, I gotta say, Namor and Mera are both drool-worthy—I bet they’re going to make the ocean boil one of these days. 

Honorable mentions go to Scott and Emma and Jean and Logan. 

And, I guess, Erik and Anna, if you’re into the whole dirty grandpa thing.

@spxdergwens @you-just-hit-the-jackpot @rulerxofxatlantis @queen-of-atlantis @summerofscott @lareineblanche @grcyphoenix @multiple-wars @masterofmagnetismx @annamariexrogue 

[wingheadshellhead]

they're gonna be the political marriage power couple future divorcées of the century

[sgallio]

[ @lareineblanche ]

You Again (2010) dir. Andy Fickman

[spidyswebs-m]

𝕃𝕆 ➸ EMMA FROST !  ➸ @ofgirlsandwolves

truth be told, loki was enjoying not having so many heroes running around. of course he worried about his brother, but that worry wasn’t something he wanted to show publicly, let alone admit it to thor when he returned. twirling a knife between his fingers before he tossed it at a nearby tree, right into the target he’d etched into it earlier, he glanced at the other person. “do you have someone you care for on that mission?” he asked with a raised brow. “i am sure they will be fine. probably.” i can’t see into the future, he thinks. i'm not a witch. though he doesn’t say it aloud, and he can practically hear thor’s response of ‘no? then why do you dress like one? ’. he holds back a smile at that memory. another knife appears in his hand and he repeats his previous actions, throwing it at the tree. “my name is loki. what is it you midgardians say when you meet someone new? ‘nice to meet you’?”

[ragesereniity]

@ofwhitequeen

charles should’ve seen it coming. he should’ve been more realistic – started relocating students sooner, creating better defenses around the mansion. he knew this was coming, he’d seen it before. he’d seen it a hundred times. the inability and fear that people felt of those who were different. it would never stop because, as good as things might get, there are those who will never understand, never listen, no matter how well spoken he was, no matter how well behaved mutants were. he knew they would be the first to come after the mansion, but he’d hesitated. he’d been afraid of exposing them more by moving in plain sight. he should’ve known that would be the safer course of action.

charles was relocating them in groups, cloaking them while they moved. he could’ve moved them in greater masses if they were not being watched so closely. some of the students, the younger ones, were scared, and he moved them first, promising over and over that they would be alright. that they would survive this. that for every bad person, there were two more who were good.

he was in the mansion when the explosion happened, and the building started to collapse. he hadn’t even had a chance to process what was happening, to realize that the rumbling of the ground was not an earthquake, before the ceilings started to collapse. he’d screamed “RUN!”, threw himself forward out of his chair to shove one of his students away from a piece of his school’s falling foundation. it landed instead on his arm, pinning him to the ground. he screamed, sharp, burning pain shooting through his arm and into his shoulder. another piece of falling debris hit him hard in the head – and everything went black.

when charles came to, it was over. the mansion was more silent than it had been in years. he didn’t have to see the bodies to know that he was surrounded by the dead, and the only thing he could think was why them? how could they die and not me?

he looked over his head at his arm, pinned and bloody under a rugged stone. the pain had become dull and aching. his right leg had been pierced with a piece of broken wood from the staircase – he could just make out what remained of the carved design. his breathing was shallow and labored and he tried to control the devastation and panic that rose up in his chest – the urge to scream and never stop screaming, because he’d failed them. he promised them safety and he’d failed them. they were dead. his students were dead.

he lifted his free arm and bit down on the sleeve of his tweed coat to muffle the sound – and he screamed. tears streaked down his face and he screamed until he could feel his voice go hoarse. a moment of silence.

he tried to re-focus his mind, to quiet his own thinking and listen for others, searching for life. he sent out a silent message of his own into the minds of any mutant who could hear him. any mutant still alive. “if you’re trapped, make as much noise as you can. anything. if you’re alive, if you’re safe and you can move, search for life. help them. please.” he paused, swallowing hard, putting his shaking hand to his forehead. “i’m sorry.”