#muti murders

[mismaxx]

New job came with free cat btw!

She is pretty rude tho. 😢

Glad she made friends!!

But I think they are up to no good…

[clit-a-cola]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌🩷

Oh it's so fun to be included! I miss these lil message chains I think we should bring them back to tumblr more!

Anyways the songs I got were!!!!!!!:

A to Z Blues by Blind Will McTell

Counting Stars by One Republic

TV in Black and White by Lana Del Rey

Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood

The Engine Driver by The Decemberists

Hmmmmm ngl don't think it really portrays my tastes all that accurately but!!!! Game's a game!

I'm tagging @glitter-soda, @mysterycat-org-gov-com-edu-websi, @qarauu, @tiny-green-house, @radmista

[tillman]

all of this to say i think muty has easily found her new leader

[shreddits-less-popular-opinions]

dont think there is an ethical way to remove someone from the gene pool actually

}:0)

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Muti slasher with an child reader headcannons request

The slasher learns about the fact their child is growing a part from them cuz of their murdering. The child has shown that they feel feel force to

plz

OK! I'm gonna choose the characters randomly through wheel and do a few of them. And I am so sorry it took me so long to get done with this.

Characters: v.sinclair, b.sinclair, c.spaulding, art, d.sawyer, b.sawyer

Warnings: teen!reader, slasherchild!reader, mentions of murder, mentions of manipulation, teen!reader runs away, theft, underage drinking, possible underage driving, drinking and driving, underage smoking, drug use, underage drug use, gn!reader, suicide mention, angst

Runaway

V.SINCLAIR

He doesn't exactly like it either, but what Bo says goes

He tried to sypathize with you, but the further you pushed yourself away, the harder he found to communicate with you

He tried taking you downstairs to his "art studio" once so y'all could spend time together but he chose a bad time to do so as Bo came downstairs carrying a dead body which sent you into a frenzy

You locked yourself in your room and cried most of the night while Vincent, silently, went off on Bo

After awhile Vincent walked upstairs to your room to apologize, just to see you not there and the window wide open

He also noticed tons of empty beer bottles and medicine containers

He runs over to the window and notices your getting into his truck and quickly rushes out after you

By the time he makes his way downstairs, you've already drove off and almost out of town

He is absolutely crushed

His darling child ran off, and it's all his twins fault

He's gonna get Lester to go looking for you, and he his going off even worse on Bo now

Bo actually feels bad now, although he is calling you a little priss, he does feel bad for scaring his brothers child away

So now Bo is looking for you too

Needless to say, they find you eventually on the side of the road throwing up

They take you home, however you start staying with Lester on the outskirts of town so you are less likely to encounter victims or the bodies of victims

B.SINCLAIR

He doesn't care

He does, but he doesn't

He loves you, but no child of his is going to be a little priss

He eventually tries manipulating you into killing people

^Like he done with Vincent

He tries talking to you about how proud he'll be of you, how proud uncle Vince will be of you, how proud Grandma will be of you

And eventually he wears you down, getting you to agree to kill

However, what he doesn't realize, is he also drove you into drug use and abuse

He only figured this out when he noticed three bottles of liquor gone from the freezer

It was a pretty rough night

A mother and her daughter had found their way into town and instead of going out himself, Bo sent you

He handed you the shotgun and sent you on your way

Well, you killed the mom, but couldn't kill the little girl (not like he would make you kill a child) so you instead took her to your dad's (Bo's) truck and told her to sit there

Anyways, at first, not thinking you would do such a thing, he asked Vincent and Lester, receiving the same answers from both of them

"I ain't seen no liquor in a while."

After a while of thinking he had drunk it and forgot, he heard a thud upstairs, in your room

The thump was followed by a small "Ow" and some giggles

He slowly made it up the steps, calling out for you

He goes to push the door open, but he hears a truck start outside

He rushes out just to see you in the front seat of his truck with a little girl in the passenger seat

You pulled out of the driveway and handed the little girl one of his liquor bottles to throw at him

And throw she did, it landed directly between his eyes, knocking him out on contact

You had stolen his wallet before leaving, so it's safe to say, you're not coming back

C. SPAULDING

He doesn't even really kill unless he's like protecting his family, himself, or his gas station

He doesn't mind you not wanting to be around the violence and won't go out of his way to shield you from it, but he'll place his hand or arm across your eyes if your close enough

Overall, possibly the best parent

ART

Definitely mimes empathy then (silently) laughs in your face

Makes sure you see so much gore it's a bit much even for the gore enjoyers

Once snatched a still beating heart out of someones chest and shoved it into your mouth, forcing you to eat it

The worst parent if you don't like killing

And you aren't running away either, he and (I'ma refer to her as ghost girl) will find you no matter where you try to go

And don't even think about killing yourself, Ghost Girl will just reincarnate you

D.SAWYER

*eats you*

I'm just kidding, but seriously?

You are in a family of cannibals, but you hate violence?

I imagine since he doesn't really like it either, he'll just keep you at the gas station with him when Nubbins, Bubba, and/or Chop-Top are killing people

He tries to be more sympathetic with you, but gives up eventually and hits you with his broom until you stop crying or Bubba runs him off

Don't get me wrong, Bubba is scared of him, but he will push him away from you or fuck something up else where to get Drayton off your back a little bit

Leave it to uncle Bubba to take a beating for you

Nubbins also tries to help sometimes by spitting at Drayton and getting him to chase him, but it doesn't really work half as much as it does with Bubba as Nubbins just runs off and hides while Bubba actually takes the beating

Chop Top doesn't really care but if he does see it getting excessive, he will throw something at Drayton and run

Once again, not as much of a relief as Bubba's unless Bubba rushes in, picks you up and hides you from him

B.SAWYER

100% the most caring one

He tries to shield you from it, can and will go out of his way to shield you from it

^A few victims have gotten away because of that

He kinda feels like if you're around it long enough then you'll get used to it (desensitized to it like he is)

He tried testing the theory once, but after witnessing you go through a panic attack so bad he was scared he almost killed you, he never done it again

He definitely shields you from Drayton too

He makes sure to send you into the field of sunflowers when he knows that they are gonna kill people that night

That ended after a victim tried to kidnap you tho, so now you are sent to your room with a pair of headphones and Chop-Tops records

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[dearlittleloon]

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[diamondnokouzai]

subreddits in the marvel/x-men universe:

r/mutants: 900,000 members. The most mainstream mutant-centric politics, discussion, scientific, etc. subreddit, allowing both mutants and "normies" (called Phenos, after "phenotypical") to subscribe.

r/MutantRights: 800,000 members. A liberal-leaning subreddit supporting various politicians and laws that seek equality and mutant rights. has been accused of brigading r/MagNeato.

r/mutanttwitter: 1.9 million members. A humor subreddit featuring screenshots of publicly out mutants on twitter. Was briefly shut down before re-opening with admin-backed moderators after a tweet from Erik Lehnserr (wanted for capital murder and terrorism in 32 territories) regarding "homo sapiens" was posted by the former head mod.

r/XGene: 100,000 members. A coping subreddit for people or family of people diagnosed with a mutation. Has been accused of being a creative writing subreddit due to the unbelievability of some mutations and submissions. Constantly dealing with people asking how to get and "get" mutant powers.

r/MagNeato: 7,000 members. A radical far left subreddit celebrating Erik Lehnserr and the brotherhood of mutants (a known terrorist organization). Has been shut down and remade so many times that they're actually on r/MagNeato39. Constantly engaged with drama with just, everyone. Involved in six out of ten of r/SubredditDrama's most popular write-ups of every year.

r/XMen: 1.2 million members. Similar to r/Avengers or r/FantasticFour, dedicated to sharing news, posting photos, or otherwise discussing the X-Men group of vigilantes. In a 2500-word expose on r/SubredditDrama, u/gilliginigain revealed that the head mod of r/XMen was the admin who shut down r/mutanttwitter.

r/SENTINEL: 25,000 members. A conservative subreddit dedicated to fighting the mutie menace. Currently quarantined.

r/X_Gene: 11,000 members. As opposed to r/XGene (one word), r/X_Gene is an extremely far right subreddit dedicated to the complete global annihilation of the mutant menace. considered a conspiracy theory sub, with members discussing "who put the x-gene inside humans." shut down after a member of the subreddit used posts found there to justify building a giant mechanical robot suit and going to fight the x-men.

r/XXX_Gene: 2 million subscribers.

[ch4tk4t]

Pride month is already over...(2/2)

PART ONE - HERE

Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Rachel Summers aka Phoenix aka Mother Askani aka Prestige aka too many d*mn aliases (I stuck to those I remember from the top of my head)

Needs: I struggle to think up something she needs... More gay? Always can use more gay.

Qualifications: Bi inter dimensional celestial avatar mutie Queen 💅

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Remy Lebeau aka Gambit aka Zaddy "I MURDER in a crop-top" Lebeau (guess which one I made up 🤣)

Needs: Mon ami! Gambit needs ONE thing, and she's called Anna Marie, chère. Aside from that, Gambit don't need NOTHING.

Qualifications: Bi sex icon mutie zaddy (seriously, he's GREAT with kids, like, breed me already, sir. Oh that's right, you're fictional, like my womb😮‍💨)

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Elisabeth Braddock aka Betsy aka Psylocke aka Captain Britain

Needs: Nothing. I'm in love with her new status in the Marvel Universe. Keep it going Marvel. No notes.

Qualifications: Bi ex-ninja inter dimensional protector

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Irene Adler aka Destiny aka Kurt's second biological moooom suck it Azazel 😁

Needs: The Krakoa era already took care of her needs. It would have been cool if a woman was allowed to seem old, but hey 🤷🏽‍♀️

Qualifications: Lesbian mutie freedom fighter

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Harleen Quinzel aka Harley Quinn aka Yes, as you can see I'm aware of DC characters as well

Needs: For birds of prey the movie to be accepted as the classic it is, I will die on that hill. Don't even get me started.

Qualifications: Bi (although I'd debate she's a previously closeted lesbian)

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Cooper Cohen aka Web Weaver

Needs: A f*cking ongoing. Like yesterday. The fact it hasn't been done yet should be considered a criminal offense.

Qualifications: Super flamboyant and stylish gay dude

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Charlotte Webber aka Sun-Spider

Needs: Also a ongoing. Can't believe SPIDER-BOY got one before her. Like, wtf.

Qualifications: Badass disabled lesbian

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat

Needs: Tough question... More gay? Never too much gay. Seriously though, she already kinda DOPE.

Qualifications: Bi cat burglar. Be gay, do crimes 💅

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Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Karolina Dean aka Lucy in the Sky aka LSD (Yes, really)

Needs: For the Runaways comics to go on forever. Like, really. Not a joke.

Qualifications: Bi alien princess. Also she's a litteral rainbow alien 🏳️‍🌈

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Bonus round:

Today's LGBTQ+ superhero comics character: Gwen Stacy aka Ghost Spider aka Spider-Gwen

Needs: For the spidercels to let our gurl go, she's OURS now. Also Sony, admit she's trans already, you COWARDS.

Qualifications: Trans gurl. Bite me Spidercels 🖕

PRIDE MONTH MAY BE OVER, BUT WE ARE ETERNAL, HAPPY FOREVER PRIDE Y'ALL !!!!

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[ryngwraith]

In your response about military service, you mentioned wasteland comp-het. Do you mind expanding your thoughts on that? Like, what are the differences between pre-war and post-war attitudes, what do you think are he reasons the wasteland is like that? Is it just Boston/the commonwealth? Do you think those attitudes are still around quite universally? How does that impact queer people in the wasteland?

In my mind, nothing cultural necessarily changed in America immediately following the bombs. I would imagine that the atomic-age veneer of 2070's America and the subsequent focus on the nuclear (ha-ha) family meant queer people weren't openly hated or persecuted in prewar America, but socially ostracized and shooed into the closet. There's nothing WRONG with being gay, per se, but are you sure you're not just confused? Rebelling? Propagandized by communist spies? There's two billion Chinese people and only half a million Americans, still shy of a billion counting Canada. It's YOUR DUTY to replenish the generation of kids WE just threw into the meat grinder in Alaska/Gobi/Canada.

After the war the justifications changed but the underlying message stayed the same, especially for women and vault dwellers: stay home, get married, get pregnant, raise the new generation of Americans, be they panicky vault dwellers or resourceful legacy muties.

That being said I don't think that open homophobia is either rampant or ubiquitous. I imagine that (like in our world) proximity to larger population centers makes people less inclined to care, because of greater social progress there, proximity creating familiarity, or simply having other things to worry about. A waster in Vegas, for example, isn't going to give a damn if Old Ben tries to book him for a night, because he's running to pay the Omertas who threatened to break his legs, and it's probably not the first time he's been propositioned that day.

Boston, meanwhile, is a slum to end all slums. It's been over two hundred years and the place is basically a giant hole in the ground full of garbage. There are still skeletons and trash everywhere. It's economically depressed and has no real government, only small bands of survivors - typically nuclear families - eking out a living, eating trash and huddling in shacks. So I always imagined that places like that are sort of the backwoods of postwar America. In contrast to the cosmopolitan jewels like Vegas and the Boneyard, survivors here have very little to do, limited exposure to strangers, and a constant everyday threat of cannibalism, robbery, or just plain murder that makes them highly distrustful of strangers and new ideas.

Ultimately it makes life in these spaces very lonely for many queer wastelanders, who grow up knowing something is different about them but often go their whole lives without learning the tools and language to live their lives authentically. Not all of them though! Opinion on LGBTQ folks in the wasteland tends to improve the closer to NCR one gets, and one trip to Vegas can be enough to get people informed and living their truths.

Cheyenne has never been to California and I haven't played Fallout 2 in about 8 years, so I can't speak on attitudes there, although I know Knight in FNV mentions "friendships" are frowned upon there. And I won't be commenting whatsoever on the Legion; it should go without saying that abusing child slaves and men loving men are not the same thing or really even close, and it's kind of weird to hypersexualize legion men because of their perceived homosexuality when they're about as queer as a bunch of frat boys.

[kamurawaffles5684]

Something silly I thought of in regards to Kal and Nick in the Good Karma/healing arc of my Fallout 4 enclave thing I’m working on. Prepare for dialogue cringe bc this is better suited in an animatic or comic panel typa thing lmfao. It’s based off the “Bro I swear I won’t get political; me after one sip:” meme 😎

Kal: *sees mutant, instantly becomes feral and wants to hunt it down. And I mean like she’s snarling, foaming at the mouth, ready to commit murder typa feral* …need to…punt…mutie bastard…into the ground…

Nick: *holding her back while she’s kicking and trying to get away, and generally unamused since this has happened too many times before* nope! No mutant-punting.

Kal: *just literally hissing at the fucking thing as it just walks away not even paying attention to them* total mutant annihilation! kill muties! Behead muties! Roundhouse kick a mutant into the concrete! Slam dunk a mutant baby into the trashcan! Crucify filthy mutants! Deficate into a muties food! Launch muties into the sun! Toss muties into active volcanoes! Judo throw muties into a wood chipper! Twist muties heads off! Report muties to the enclave!

Nick: *literally just holding her back by the shoulders and dragging her away, completely unfazed* what the hell am I gonna do with you, kid.

Bonus:

POV: Kal when she sees a mutant

[trashburgersblair]

YOU'VE INTERACTED WITH MY MUTIES POST:

Obscure Fadom(s) you need to talk about

That song that you have a mental break down to and then kill a man to in the same day

Why are you so cool?

Something in your immediate vicinity that would look so much better if it was bedazzled

Favorite type of tit

Your favorite thing you've ever created (meme, art, writing piece, ect.)

Character you would love to kiss (romantically or platonically)

Person you want to meet so badly, alive or dead

Favorite meme ever (I would ask vine but some people don't even know what vine is)

Food you would currently devour of placed in frontof you

Favorite weather in detail

Hyper specific color appreciation

:D

ok ok ok

The dolls of new alibion, the tagni virus (and oracle project ig, but mostly the tangi virus), Scavengers Rein, Desert Skies, Moonburn, Syntax, Either, and Second Star to the Left

I am in hell. I need people to listen. I HAVE THOUGHTS. (also those last 5 are all podcasts and it would be super cool if someone would listen and let me talk at them about because ahdhsgfjlaslkfshaklddssdfh)

2. Gay Werewolf Murder Ballad (self explanatory?)

3. uhhhhhhhhhhh cringe fail swag

4. vacuum cleaner

5.

Coal tit.

6.

/hj

7. Any of the mechanisms. Also Skyler and Brodie from the Papa Louie games......

8. Jesus, for dissection reasons.

9. as i read that question all knowledge of vines left my brain, i apologies

10. Those Walmart cookies that look to perfect and taste like chemicals (I wish i was joking but I've been craving them for months)

11. It is not quite at night, but the sun already gone and its still warm out. Its raining outside, the rain lasts for a long time but doesn't carry much wind or thunder.

12. hehehehe

[solobodor]

CLARA PROPAGANDA !

WHO NEVER DREAMED OF A GIRLBOSS CATGIRL who's ALSO A GIRLFAILURE ???

Say no more ! Heyo Women's Wrong supporter of @homemadegirlbossbattle !! LET me introduce you to the character of Clara Dorothee, the Antagonist turn protagonist of a muti POV personal project of mine, "Big deal in Paradis City" Originally created by Bugwizard, Clara's personality was influenced by songs like "Redesign your logo", "the Cutting Edge" and "Bizarre Bizarre" to become your new favorite Evil Graphic designer !

animation 1 & 2 - me Animation 3 - brakpak Animation 4 - Mirandamations

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Within the story, she would manipulate two younger adult into working for her and slowly isolate & tear them apart to have better control over them. when one of the two try to fight her of, she attempt to kill them. 'cause no one can break away from her control, can they ?

but as if manipulating, gaslighting and murder attempts was not enough. she added graverobbing in her list of crime in order to create herself a body guard, frankenstein style

Clara is a rude character who cannot accept things not going her way, cause chaos on purpose, avoid facing consequences for her action and ruined the lives of at least 4 people, just because she couldn't face her family again.

ANYWAY vote for the CATGIRL, she's also on TOYHOUSE!

[non-cullable-mutations]

» Ħðw can a muTaTiðn be nðncułłabłe?? Ei TħðugħT anyTħing Tħat breaTħes is cułłabłe.

» Ałł muTies are cułłabłe, righT?

WWW Cullable d🏵️es n🏵️t equal k🥀llable. WWW

WwW Techn🥀cally, any🏵️ne 🥀s k🥀llable, but that d🏵️esn't mean they're cullable. WvW

www Cull🥀ng 🥀s d🏵️ne t🏵️ uph🏵️ld the values 🏵️f the Emp🥀re, wh🥀le k🥀ll🥀ng 🥀s just regular murder. www

WWW Cullable does not equal killable. WWW

WwW Technically, anyone is killable, but that doesn't mean they're cullable. WvW

www Culling is done to uphold the values of the Empire, while killing is just regular murder. www

[tillman]

youre playing strahd thats awesome! whats your character like? (running descent into avernus for my friends btw :) )

YES. curse of strahd is so fucking fun so far im really really loving it . great times in barovia!! ok not really it sucks there. my character is muty the last of the dusk elf girls :-) . well she died. rahadin got her. but its ok!!! patrina fixed her!!! shes a slime now. she has issues. she spent close to 500 years in the woods hunting squirrels and direwolves trying to remember her past. now she mostly roleplays "warrior wolves" and tries to remember her past. this time doing a lot of murder!! shes a hexblood fighter :-) mostly focusing on polearm mastery foreverrrr too good. sometimes she turns into a sludge pile.

[hydrate-or-diedrate]

DAY 4 OF READING HOMESTUCK WE STARTING ACT 3 BABEYYY

According to the thing I'm looking at this act is about 400 pages so we'll see if I finish it in one day or not

Oh hello! Jade is a new name :0 that's someone I haven't even heard of from general fandom nonsense! So this is the little Fiver, huh?

Forgetful and too many interests to keep track of? I vibe

She plays the flute I can't wai- oh dear god

Her garden is lovely, at least

Casual teleportation okay- ah my apologies, casual transportalization

:0 Bassist? Hewwo? I wanna see the silly little girl play a sweet bass riff hewwoooo

"Pet and best friend named BECQUEREL" what you're just not gonna specify what he is? Ominous

Ahhh so she's a furry? Good for her

Ah not a furry

I-irradiated?? Steak??

SWEET BASS MUSIC YEAHHHH

Oh holy shit this lunchtop is gonna give me a headache

Oh lordy more midnight crew? Violence? Heck yeah

BEATDOWN (STRIDER STYLE)?

YEAH KILL THAT PUPPET MURDER HIM FUCK YEAH

Oh uh oh Dave sweety you seem to be getting beaten by the puppet actually

Goodness Cal is truly horrific

I love how sweet Jade is 😭

I'm sorry Rose, are you leaving your mother to burn up there? Hi??

OH GOSH JOHN IS GETTING MERCED

Thank God for nannaquin, if she offered me a cookie I'd take it despite my hatred of clowns

You know what while the captchalogue stuff bores me after a while I can respect that the author put so much effort into designing it, this is a lot of detail

Punch card calculator? Oh I so need to abuse this immediately

Nevermind I actually don't want to deal with images right now lmaoo

Having fun with the chess board imagery, eh, Andrew?

Oh Jade's grandpa is the collector of all collectors I see

Worm

Fuck carcinoGeneticist all my homies hate carcinoGeneticist

THEY ARE SQUIRTLE GLASSES

These brothers are really on their mall ninja shit

One of my friends called Dave's older brother "fuckable" and I'm judging them hardcore rn

YEAH JOHN AND NANNA FUCK EM UP

I respect the Peregrine Mendicant

Tea set? Ah tea set

KITTY

Oh my God this kitten is so cute

Into the room? 👀👀👀

INTO THE DAD'S ROOM

Aw fine, into the foyer

Oh my gosh Jade's grandfather is so silly looking and oh my gosh he's a statue??

Oh he's DEAD

I love the kitten so much it's not even funny

Oo time to feed the beast!

THE SHAPE

At last we are in the father's room

Aw man it's boring business guy things

John's dad is a badass look at he go

Finally a modus that doesn't make me want to die

Oh no it's gotten worse

HE GOT A LITTLE SUIT WHAT A LITTLE BUSINESS GUY

I am living for John's mental breakdowns

THE SHAPE OF THE GUY! BEC! THE BEAST THE GUY THE DUDE!

Arf

Yall it is so hard for me to not binge this entire comic since I have free time, I didn't expect to enjoy it this much

Bec is a very good boy

Damn Rose is in hot water. Well, hot not-water. Fire she's on fire

DREAMBOT?

VODKA MUTINI

MOVE THE FUCK OVER SERENITY MUTIE IS NEW BEST CHARACTER

Mr Mayor 🥺

Fuck it were shotgunning all of act 3 in one night because I have no self control right now

THE WRINKLEFUCKER

AT LAST THE PUPPET IS DEAD

Bec in da lava

JOHN AWAKENS

These trolls are absolutely going to be plot relevant later too, damn. It's such a funky mix of "every single thing is important" and "this is for a visual gag"

And now the Aimless Renegade

Is this guy a cop? He seems like a pissy little cop so far

"YOU ARE THE LAW WHOOPS" this is a great comic

THE BUTTERFLY WAS INNOCENT

Baby Jaaaade 🥹🥹🥹

Hey Jade this temple looks really ominous

Is he gonna drink the piss

WIZARD CAAAAAAT

And that's the end of act 3 now we got Rose in here babeyyyyyy

I can see why this story used to be so popular and is still loved to this day this is so damn fun :)

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

“There’s always free cheese in a mousetrap, if you catch my meaning."

“What, Shaw, are you suggesting that ‘Meet hot mutants in your area’ might possibly be a set-up?” 

“Yes, obviously,” Sebastian said, completely ignoring the sarcasm.  “But messages like that usually just lead a computer virus and perhaps a stolen identity.  This is leading to disappearances.  Apparently living on an island of free booze and sex is not enough to keep our people from falling into the most blatantly transparent honey-pot schemes.”

They were outside a rundown warehouse in the industrial district, both in undercover plain clothes.  Pyro had his flamethrower concealed under a track-suit and had been forced to go full mullet again to complete the “sleazy fuck boy” look.  Sebastian was wearing a suit, because of course he was.  Somewhere in a hotel room across the way, Haven was keeping a look out for anything going in or out of the back of the warehouse, and would call reinforcements if things got bad.  Pyro wrinkled his nose at the grime-encrusted building.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure there’s loads of great mutant sex happening in there.  Totally hygienic.”  Admittedly, he and Avalanche had managed in worse places.

“Well, I hope so,” came a voice behind him, and Pyro started as a red-haired man in what appeared to be motorcycle leathers walked up, accompanied by another man in a cowboy hat.  They were both white, and in that forever-young, vaguely between 18 and 30 age range that so many mutants seemed to exist in even before The Five and resurrection. 

“You fella’s here for the sexy mutant ladies?  Or maybe it’s sexy mutant gents, no judgement on that.  We all just want some lovin’, right?” drawled the cowboy.  Pyro hated them both immediately.  Either they were humans with a gross mutant fetish, or they were mutants who couldn’t find a hook-up at the Green Lagoon, and in either case they were so utterly stupid they believed that walking into a clearly abandoned warehouse at 2 AM would lead to a sexy good time and not getting murdered. 

Shaw heaved a long, exaggerated sigh.  “I suppose you gentlemen saw the ad as well.”

“That’s right, pardner.”  Cowboy hat extended a hand towards Sebastian.  “They call me Cowboy, and – “

“I don’t need to know your names,” Shaw interrupted, ignoring Cowboy’s hand.  “Let’s just get this over with.”  He pushed the door open and strode into the darkness, Pyro and the other two trailing after him.

“Hello?”  Sebastian called out.  “We are a group of gullible sex tourists answering your ad for hot mutant action.  We have brought cash to engage the services of your legitimate business, which is in no way possibly a trap.” 

Glaring spotlights clicked on, and as his vision cleared, Pyro saw the small army of soldiers assembled, guns pointing directly at them.  Some of them were in oversized exo-skeleton power armor.  

“They’re either filthy mutie lovers or filthy muties themselves,” declared one man, presumably the leader.  “Either way, take them down.  Hail Hydra!”

“Oh no, what a dreadful surprise,” Sebastian deadpanned, as he charged directly towards one of  the armored soldiers and punched him up through the ceiling.  Pyro clicked his flamethrower on and surrounded himself with intensely hot flames – the better to melt away the wave of bullets that the soldiers were firing.  Beside him, he was vaguely aware of the two idiots diving for cover behind some boxes.  The red-head appeared to be yelling into his wristwatch.

“Guys, it’s going down just like we thought!  A little help would be nice!” 

As Pyro sent the soldiers scattering with a giant flaming bull charging through their ranks, he could faintly hear something over the flames and the gunfire.  A low roar, getting higher and louder.  And then a set of three motorcycles came bursting into the warehouse, the riders yelling in unison like a warcry.

“Team America, go!” 

“Reddy, Cowboy, get out and get on your bikes, we’ll cover you!” said one of the riders.

“Thanks, Honcho.  And I think the big guy and the fire guy are maybe on our side,” the cowboy called back.   

“Are we?”  It was a question Pyro directed at Sebastian, who had picked up a giant industrial pipe and was using it to bash soldiers on either side of him.

“If they are against Hydra, then we are indeed on the same side!” Shaw confirmed.  “And for the record, Allerdyce…..the laws of Krakoa say ‘kill no man.’  But when it comes to Hydra, well…..I won’t tell if you won’t.”  He tossed a solder headfirst through a wall.

“Fuckin' oath!”  Pyro let his fire creations burn brighter and hotter.

Meanwhile, the motorcyclists were zipping around the warehouse, knocking over soldiers and miraculously evading bullets. 

“Fear the wrath of El Lobo!” one shouted, looping a chain around a soldier’s leg and yanking him to the ground.

“Sorry to throw a wrench into your plans!” another quipped as he knocked guns out of hands with, predictably, a giant wrench. 

“Quit clowning around guys, there’s too many of them,” shouted a third.  “We need to work together!  Fire guy, start driving the soldiers towards the back exit.  Me and the big guy can handle the exo-suits, and the rest of the team will cover us and clean up any stragglers.”

“My name is Sebastian Shaw.  And I do not take orders from you.”  Shaw hurled an exosuit across the room, narrowly missing the supposed “leader” biker.

“Why don’t you lot fuck off, we didn’t ask for your help!” Pyro snapped.  Giant flaming hands were scooping up soldiers and tossing them down.  Admittedly, there were a lot of them.  Bullets were whizzing all around him, and it was all he could do to maintain the concentration necessary to keep his fire shield up. 

“Don’t be like that, pardner!  We can do anything with teamwork!”  Another biker zipped by, dragging a lasso of four or five soldiers across the floor.

“We’re gonna need teamwork to get out of this one!” the leader agreed.  “You know who we need, guys.”

Then, yet another motorcyclist entered the fray.  This one came crashing through a high window, bounced off one of the exosuit soldiers (dropping him immediately), and landed upright in a maneuver that Pyro could only describe as spectacularly cool.  The rider was dressed in black leather from head to toe, a helmet obscuring their face, and long black hair that whipped out behind them like a cape.

���The Dark Rider!  Amigos, he has come!”  exclaimed the chain biker. 

“But who?  It was supposed to be one of us!” said wrench guy. 

“Never mind that, let’s just get this mess cleaned up,” shouted the leader.  “Let’s go, Team America!” 

The Dark Rider was like a force of nature.  They whipped around the warehouse at impossible speeds, expertly dodging every obstacle, handling the bike like it was an extension of their own body, hitting soldiers left and right with a crowbar clutched in one hand.  They moved with such incredible grace and skill, Pyro had to tear his eyes away to focus on his own fight.  

Soon, the tide began to turn, and the Hydra goons were either running into the night or sprawled out on the floor.  The Dark Rider snatched up the apparent Hydra leader, and after slamming him into the wall a few times, “convinced” the man to enter a key code into a wall panel.  The wall slide open to reveal what appeared to be a secret lab, and a dozen mutants stuck in a holding pen.  They looked terrified and exhausted, but all were alive. 

“We knew Hydra was snatching mutants up for some secret experiments.”  The apparent leader of the bikers approached, taking his helmet off, revealing a square jaw and brown hair.  “I was able to get some information through my former CIA contacts, we just needed to send a couple of our people in undercover.” 

The rest of the bikers had parked their motorcycles and were taking off their helmets.  There was a larger man with thick black hair and disturbingly Shaw-like sideburns, and a Black man with glasses clutching a wrench.  The other two revealed themselves to be the cowboy and redhead from before, having presumably retrieved their bikes and joined the fight.

“Sorry you guys got caught in the crossfire,” continued the lead biker.

“Caught in the crossfire?!” Sebastian scoffed.  “Gentlemen, I am Sebastian Shaw, the Black King of the Hellfire club, and member of the ruling council of Krakoa.  We were here investigating the exact same mutant disappearances.  You got in our way.”

“You didn’t actually think we were fooled by that ad?”  Pyro said.  “You’d have to be an absolute fuckwit to fall for that.”  He glanced over at the caged mutants.  The Dark Rider, the only one who hadn’t pulled off their helmet, was taking apart the control panel on the holding pen, assisted by the Black biker, who could apparently use the wrench for more than just hitting people.

Pyro started to walk over.  He wasn’t impressed by the rest of the bikers, but the Dark Rider was something different.  Tall and statuesque, they radiated cool, and had charged into the fight with almost effortless confidence.  The pen opened, and the captured mutants poured out, the Dark Rider helping them up with a gentle hand.

“Say mate,” Pyro began.  “Those were some amazing stunts you were doing back there.”  The Dark Rider turned to look at him, not saying a word.

“Uh, yeah, about that,” said the mechanic biker.  “The Dark Rider isn’t quite what they seem.  They’re actually – “

Before he could finish, the Dark Rider’s motorcycle leathers and helmet dissolved away, revealing a familiar face, a familiar form that fell heavily into Pyro’s arms, forcing him to his knees. 

It was Haven.

Around ten minutes and a few shouted arguments later, Haven started to stir in Pyro’s arms.  She did not appear to be injured, and, if the bikers were to be believed, had suffered no permanent damage from her ordeal.  The rescued mutants had already been sent through the nearby gate back to Krakoa, with a stern warning about the dangers of horniness and stupidity.  Sebastian and the biker leader were picking through the lab for tech or information.

“You all right, Haven?  Don’t worry, it’s all over now.”

“What….” Haven sat up, rubbing her eyes, and looking around the warehouse.  “What happened here?”

“You got a little more hands-on than you usually do.  I’ll let this lot explain it, since they’re responsible.”  As he stood, Pyro gestured at the remaining bikers, who were clustered around them. 

“You see, we’re mutants,” said the wrench-weilding mechanic.  The other bikers seemed to call him “Wrench,” but Pyro was determined not to learn any of their names.  Especially not after what they’d done to Haven.  “But our powers don’t work on our own.  The five of us, together as a group, have the ability to project our collective unconsciousness onto another person, who becomes the Dark Rider, with all of our knowledge and skills.”

“Usually we try to project the Dark Rider onto one of us,” the cowboy put in.  “But we don’t have total control.  Sometimes when we’re in a pinch, we manifest the Dark Rider without even trying.  And when that happens, we can’t choose who becomes the Rider, it just kind of happens.  This time, ma’am, I’m afraid it was you.”

“I…..” Haven looked around.  “Are you saying that I fought?  I…did this?”

“It was more of a group effort, Haven.  And hey, we rescued the mutants being held captive here.  Already safely through the gate.”  Haven hadn’t been safe, though, she’d been dragged directly into combat, but Pyro was trying to focus on the positive.  For her sake.

“You were really cool, though, ma’am.  You had some incredible moves,” offered the redhead.  This was the wrong thing to say, as Pyro could see the color draining out of Haven’s face, her body tensing. 

“Did I kill anyone?” She asked in a low tone.

“Nah, luv, nah,” Pyro said hurridly, seeing the limp, crumpled forms of a few Hydra soldiers scattered around the warehouse, a few of them badly burned.  “You were just tapping ‘em out to sleep.  If anyone died, it’s on me or Shaw.”  It was probably true, Pyro thought, and if it wasn’t, no one needed to know. 

“You…” Haven’s voice trembled, her jaw tense as she turned to look at the bikers.  “You took over my body.  You forced me to hurt people.  Why would you do that?”  Her usually soft brown eyes had hardened in a way that Pyro had never seen before.

“Look, it was an accident, okay?  We haven’t used our powers in a long time, and we can’t always control who becomes the Dark Rider.  We didn’t mean to target you, things just got a little messy,” the redhead said.

“Oh, an accident, was it?”  Pyro said.  He waved his hand in a scooping motion, pulling up the few lingering flames that were burning in isolated patches around the building and gathered them into a ball.  Then, with a flick of his wrist, he sent the fireball raging into one of the motorcycles, which leaped upwards as its fuel tank exploded, and crashed onto its side, flames licking at the twisted frame.  In the lab, Sebastian and the biker leader glanced up, then started over towards the group.

“Oops.”

“Hey, that was my bike!”  The redhead yelled.

“Don’t get mad, mate.  Accidents happen.  These powers are so hard to control, you know.”

“Pyro, that was not helpful or necessary,” Haven said, and Pyro wilted slightly as the anger in her gaze shifted onto him.  But only slightly.

“He deserved it after what they did to you!  You could have died!”

The redhead took a step forward, and Pyro squared up, fully ready for a good old-fashioned fist-fight.  He’d been in a few.  Admittedly he hadn’t won that many, but he knew how to throw a punch.  But Sebastian’s arm came down heavily between them, shoving the motorcyclist back.

“Enough of that, Winthrop Roan Jr.  I know your father, and I know he has more than enough money to replace that bike.  Consider it payment in kind with the inexcusable way that you have used Ms. Dastoor.” 

The redhead opened his mouth, but was quickly shoved aside as the larger rider came forward, the one with dark hair and Shawburns.  His expression was stern, but he reached his hand out to Haven.  She took it, and the man dropped to one knee, head bowed. 

“We have mistreated you, señora.  There is no honor in sending an innocent bystander to fight our battles.  We swore it would never happen again, but we broke that vow tonight.  El Lobo will offer no excuses, only apologies.” 

“That goes for the rest of us, too, ma’am,” said the leader.  “It was a mistake, but that’s no excuse.  We’ll have to practice more until we can get it back under control.  Maybe Professor Xavier can help us again.”  The others murmured similar sentiments, although the red-head was scowling over at his flaming wreck of a bike. 

“I understand,” Haven said.  Some of the anger had drained out of her face, although it hadn’t been replaced by anything soft or friendly.  She regarded the men with the detachment of an office receptionist.  “I know you meant no harm.  As mutants, I’m sure you will be welcomed on Krakoa, and perhaps will find support in regaining control of your powers.  Although as a human, it’s not really my place to make the offer.”

Pyro folded his arms, glaring at the team, and making no offer whatsoever.

“Yes, yes, I’m sure we’ll find a spot for you,” Sebastian said, waving a hand dismissively.  “Although your bikes will have to stay somewhere else.  I doubt the Living Island will appreciate tire tracks across it’s face.” 

“No way am I living anywhere without my bike,” the redhead protested.  “We’re Team America!”

“Well now, fellas, maybe we should think about it,” said the cowboy.  “Usin’ these powers is like trying to tame a wild bronco sometimes, and when we slip up, people get hurt!”

“I don’t disagree,” said the wrench guy.  “But I’ve got a wife, I can’t uproot my whole life to go live on mutant island.  Georgianna’s human, would she even be welcome there?” 

“I’m sure you gentlemen will work out the details, and I really don’t care.  If you want to apply for Krakoan citizenship, just walk through the nearest gate.  Or don’t.  Thank you for your….assistance, such as it was.  We’re done here.”  Sebastian began to walk away.  Pyro leaned over slightly to offer Haven his arm, and she took it, her expression softening a bit as she pulled herself up.

“I believe human partners are allowed on Krakoa, although it’s up to the Council.  You’ll need to accompany your wife through any gates.  They are closed to humans alone,” she told Wrench, before letting Pyro pull her away.  They went through the gate together, back onto the boat.

“You don’t have to make nice with them, Haven.  Not after what they did.”

“I do, though,” Haven said, a faint worry line creased into her forehead.  “I shouldn’t have gotten angry.  They didn’t intend to….do what they did.  I just….after everything that happened to me, everything that I did…..before…”  Her grip on his arm tightened.

“You’ve got every right to be angry!  Look, luv, wanna burn them in effigy?  Or burn something?  I’ll keep the damage to a minimum, promise.  You’d be amazed how much better you feel after burning something.” 

“Ms. Dastoor,” Sebastian cut in.  He stood in front of her, looking solemn.  Even concerned, if such a thing could be possible.  “I understand your anger at the disgraceful way that you were treated tonight.  That crew of incompetents forced you to perform labor – dangerous, highly skilled labor, at that – without compensation.  If Allerdyce had not acted with his usual lack of restraint, I would have requested monetary payment, but we can still issue an invoice.  I will find you a suitable lawyer if you wish to sue…”

Sebastian’s voice trailed off as Haven’s face crumpled.  And she broke into lovely, beautiful laughter, and it was like watching a sunrise.

OOC: Since I read about Team America in the New Mutants, I had to stick them in a story, the concept is so beautifully stupid.  They later changed their name to Thunderiders, but I like Team America for the corniness.  I was originally toying with having Pyro or Sebastian turn into the Dark Rider for the lulz, but decided on Haven.  And then since it was Haven, things had to get a little serious.  Also wow, I almost write Pyro like he’s in love with Haven, but I promise it’s just platonic affection and admiration.