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[homelander-rp-blog]

Continue from here. @snkts

finding the man was pretty easy, so to say. When you’re rich, you can have anything you want including the information of where is the location of that big, bad Wolverine who usually stays off radar. Homelander is in desperate need to find his boy, just who told him there are kids like him that are running north?! How the hell he found out about it?! Why he left at all?! Alright, maybe the state is rapidly becoming a dangerous place for supes like them but he and his boy are different! They could survive! There’s zero reason for him to run away from his dad..

The bar’s space is stuffy and heavy with sweat, beer and cigarette smoke, almost overwhelming when he steps inside. Sure, he did some searches, but wasn’t completely hopeful to find the man. His heart skips a beat when he catches the side of that iconic profile with messy hair like pointed ears and the ‘animal’ scent, when everyone thinks he’s dead, he’s sitting right here, drinking.

He occupies the stool right next to him and orders beer, not for himself but for the man sitting at his side. “friend, I wouldn’t be here if I had someone who actually gives a shit.” His snort comes out more sorrowful than anything. “… heard you’ve been busy these past month. Something about ‘supe kids’” he drops the words and sits back to see how the man reacts..

[ncrosha]

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"... how weird would it be to ask him to join a book club. like, an immortal book club. for immortals. like what if we meet up once every month and read a book and then talk about the book. and then like, do that forever. my mom used to do that. wait, is that a mom thing? no i think david was in book club and i know there was a book club in my old highschool, i beat some of those kids up.

anyway off topic. book club. i think he's lonely and i know i'm lonely but i don't wanna get blown off again if i reach out, and also i need something for stability or i'm gonna go crazy and then he's gonna have to try to stab me and then he's gonna be all, 'sorry to do this bub' and i'm gonna be like ha ha fat chance bub, and then he's gonna be like oh no josh you're awesome terrible powers totally beat my knife hands and i'm gonna be like dude i know they are terrible and snap out of it before i like, kill him or something. hopefully.

... okay i'm gonna ask him if he's read little women because i totally saw laura reading it last week and then i'll be like okay cool i'm trying to diversify my reading and i wanna talk, do you wanna talk, and then double down and say i invited laura using the whole 'hey remember when you watched me die' guilt trip and then we will have a book club.'

[warlockisaslur]

@snkts ~~ from [ here ]

There was still a group chat, him and some of the other young heroes who'd answered the call at the tail-end of the whole Mother fiasco, and it was still pretty lively. Everybody from former Avengers Academy students, X-Men and adjacent, even Franklin and Valeria Richards (when they both didn't get kicked for infodumping on one thing or another, but they always got invited back). Mostly it was just a bunch of young adults memeing about the adult adults in their lives, but there was one little ongoing thread of conversation.

You knew you'd made it as a hero if you got a team-up with Wolverine.

Krakoa had called for aid, and the Court Wizard had answered, bringing a small detachment of both Kree and Skrull troops to help safeguard civilians -- not that they needed help, but it was symbolic. That the Alliance would stand when duty called, regardless of how far-flung the world asking happened to be.

Though -- and if anyone asked, Billy would deny it -- it felt good to do some on-the-ground, honest-to-God hero work for a day, and that coming in the form of a solo adventure with Wolverine?

Brother, he'd made it.

Offering a grim smile, the mage nodded, blue radiating from his eyes and his palms as he prepared his magic. "You got it. Take point, I'll make sure they don't box you in."

[onlyarogue]

Semi-Plotted thing for @snkts about Logan and Rogue clearing the air.

Moving back to the mansion didn't guarantee an automatic fairy tale ending. No, Rogue was in the awkward tentative stage of connecting with her estranged father. A labor which was not so much terror inducing anymore as it was hopeful. When Victor touched her to give Rogue his healing factor, a side effect (aside from a tendency to get a little growly) was that she absorbed his feelings about her. There was no mistaking that she had been flat out wrong about how he felt when he faced down Mystique in the Institute's garden. Was he was furious with her mother? Absolutely. But with Rogue.... knowing the reality gave the southern teen warm and fluffy thoughts she wasn't willing to admit having to anybody. He wasn't quite 'Dad' yet but Rogue wanted to get there. It was like the mention of iced tea to somebody broiling in the summer heat. She could honestly have a dad.

With that possibility making her want to float all day long, Rogue wasn't avoiding Victor anymore. Logan was another matter entirely. Wolverine had no fatherly compulsion or obligation to forgive Rogue for the circumstances of her conception. He didn't need to overlook all the sins that her very existence stood for. It was for the best to just stay out of Logan's way and keep her head down.

Rogue thought he intended do the steer clear too until he managed to catch her headed upstairs on the way to her bedroom. She had been oblivious to his presence or else she would have taken a different route. Like a startled deer in headlights, her green eyes widened. Gloved hand paused its ascent along the polished stair rail as she froze in place on the step. Just in time, the southern gal managed to check herself and not snap the wood in a nervous grip. A good thing too because Professor Xavier would have hated trying to repair what was clearly an original piece of the old mansion.

He wanted her to follow him.

��Sure.” Rogue managed to answer despite the constricting feeling in her throat. Oh god how she didn’t want to talk. To have the mentor that she’d previously admired so much chew her up and spit her out for being a blemish on his relationship with his mate. A lingering shadow he was forced to endure. Still her feet followed.

[emmatriarchy]

"I made cake! Happy Father's day!"

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[hegrudges]

❝         i   like   to   think   that   i'm   a   cool   kid      …         but   you   ?         you're   definitely   not.         ❞         / @snkts

[ablinkntime]

"I will be waiting for you." :)

@snkts @perditos @onlyarogue

Clarice was having fun. She hadn't quite set out to forge some kind of familial bond with Logan the way she was working to rekindle with Victor, but the man had a way about him. She saw it in how he handled Rogue, how he interacted with the kids in the institute. How the other girls who'd somehow drifted into his orbit never quite reached escape velocity, forever returning to the charming old renegade. She didn't mind being added to that elite club.

It seemed kind of silly to go to an amusement park, but they'd insisted. It was just the two of them -- Logan and herself. An attempt to do something normal to get her mind off her troubles and also, to some degree, to ease the building tension between her and Rogue. It wasn't that the girls went out of their way to antagonize each other -- but Rogue was still processing the upheaval of finding out so many truths about her life, about her father, only to discover she had to share him. Clarice was still putting together the fragments of her life, the only foundation of which being Victor himself. So, the occasional solo excursions.

And of course, Clarice was a bundle of nerves, at first. Yes, she was used to getting stared at, but that was normally in the context of busting ass to save the day. She didn't have time to be concerned about people's opinions when she was too busy saving their lives. Now, she was just… a normal girl, visiting a county fair with her family, so the looks cut her to her core. Like she didn't belong out here.

The calming hand on her shoulder eased her nerves. She looked back, smiling appreciatively at Logan, as she headed over to the line for the ferris wheel. Logan couldn't ride, he simply weighed too much. But he insisted -- go on, it'll be fun.

"I will be waiting for you," Logan promised.

The ride wasn't exactly exhilarating, but she was delighted by the view, the wind in her hair, so she was beaming when the operator let her back out of the gondola. Her head swung around, looking for Logan; it wasn't that she didn't trust that he'd keep his word, but she'd lost sight of him being up so high…

"Over here, Shortcake." He was off to the side, leaning against a light post. "What say we swindle some carnies out of a few stuffed animals? Take the ugliest one back home?"

"I love that plan." Grinning, she looped her arm through Logan's, and he chuckled warmly. She really was a kid at heart, the hell she'd been through hadn't burned it out of her.

And yes, they dragged home the most hideous neon green rabbit, and if it got left outside Rogue's door with a little note 'to a good home'?

Well, it was their secret.

[psyknife]

@snkts: x

Kwannon had no problem helping people out when they needed it, especially when they worked as hard as she did. She knew the man called Logan rarely ever asked for help unless it was necessary, so there was no amusement when he requested a little assistance in the walking department. Down to one knee, the muscles in her back strained a bit with the weight of the adamantium within his body as she stood. But it wasn’t completely unbearable, not with a touch of telekinesis to help. “This is less embarrassing than carrying you bridal style, I’d say.”

[warlockisaslur]

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@fifthimpact @snkts (yes i made up twitter handles for them i hope those are okay lmaooo)

[mcarter]

@snkts

When Peggy had joined the war effort, she -- like so many others -- simply wanted to help. Call it patriotism or propaganda; whatever it was, she'd heard the siren-song and wasn't long before she signed her name on the dotted line. Yet she'd never have guessed she'd end up here -- Captain Carter, parading through the warfront in a uniform with her country's flag dead center. Not exactly stealth, though she knew that wasn't really the point of it all.

She sat upon her shield, which she'd thrown down in the mud to protect her arse, her suit and hair drenched in rain and sweat. Another victory for the Allies, another piece of hope for the Newsreels back home, where at least when the rations ran low, morale could run high.

"I started this whole thing as a field nurse," she said, peeling her soaked gloves from her hands and wringing them out. Probably useless -- they'd be drenched again in a second -- but she couldn't help herself. She spoke the next words without looking at her companion, simply focused on trying to put gloves back on one finger at a time. Never thought I'd end up here. What about you?"

[merriemarvels]

“You can barely keep your eyes open, go lie down.” to Clarice :)

One of the hardest things about her life now was the pace. She wasn't used to rest, to long stretches of time where a whole lot of nothing happened and she could just enjoy some good, old-fashioned boredom. Clarice had been fighting for her life as long as she could remember, fighting for a future that didn't even seem any better than the one she was in -- and then fighting for the futures of everyone, every thing that had ever and would ever exist...

it was a lot of responsibility for a girl barely into her twenties.

Bless her, she tried. She found ways to distract herself. Signed up to help with Danger Room drills, those kids didn't have any idea what hit them when Blink walked in and every last one of them ended up in a neat stack outside the doors. Took a little solo time to test one of Wolverine's exercises -- she'd left her initials scratched into one of the highest points in the room, right next to a set of the man's claw marks just to prove she could. Went out for long walks and fast runs, visited local shops that didn't give her the wall-eyes when she walked in in all her technicolor glory.

Filled the days with as much as she could so she wouldn't feel like she was doing nothing.

She was still in workout clothes, a simple outfit in her trademark shamrock green; a water bottle was precariously perched on the arm of the chair she'd only sat in for a moment to catch her breath... She chuckled softly as she heard Logan needling her about resting, though.

"Beat your high score," she replied, taking a sip from the bottle, and the way her arm moved broadcasted the all-over bone-tiredness of the mutant girl. She'd pushed herself hard this time, but it was a good tired. Besides, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being right.

Yes, even if he was.

[ablinkntime]

"I'm gonna pass the phone to someone who keeps starting nerf wars. And upping the insurance premiums."

"I'm passing the phone to someone who's too stubborn to realize a moat is a perfectly reasonable defensive structure to have for a building that's attacked this regularly." 😒

[katzchn]

whatever happens, just know that i love you.

For the hundredth time that morning Kitty Pryde questioned her choices. Those hundreds added the the thousands from the week, the millions from the month, and the countless nervous and even guilty wonderings since she started down this path.

What are you thinking? How will you survive? Is it worth it? Is this what you really want?

The room that belonged to her these last five years at the Xavier Institute was mostly packed up. All of the personal items that had been hers: clothes, posters of Dazzler and Ada Lovelace, framed photos, computer equipment, keepsakes- those were taped up in labeled cardboard boxes ready to be shipped to Chicago. A stripped bed, standard furniture, and tiny thumb tack holes in the walls were all the remained.

Kitty stood in the sad bare room, her dance bag (now just a regular duffle for a flight) sagged on the carpet at her feet. How could she leave this place? Her home? These people? Sure, she would be closer to her mom, who really needed her right now, but... The emotion lodged in the young woman's throat when she found herself unable to move. Unable to leave.

Was this the right choice? College? Going off and living a 'normal' life. Whatever that even meant. How was the mutant Shadowcat from the X-Men supposed to recognize normal after all her adventures? Kitty swiped the back of her hand across her cheeks, erasing tears that she did not want the others to see. They were happy for her. Supportive. Most likely planning some sort of happy send off for her. If they saw Kitty's, tears their comfort and sweetness might just be able to convince her to stay at the mansion. She couldn't have that, not when she made her choice to leave. For now at least. Kitty had to go to school. It was a chance to learn, not just about computers, but who she was away from this place, wonderful as it was. Desire for education aside, she wanted to accomplish one of the dreams her Dad had for her. Carmen Pryde may not be able to watch his daughter graduate, but Kitty was going to do it for him all the same. Maybe then she would return to-

If Kitty had possessed Logan's senses, she might have heard him approaching sooner instead of noticing the man only when she turned to the door. How long had he been watching her? Had he seen her crying? Probably heard it. Smelled the faint bit of salt from each tear shed. Hiding her sadness would have been foolish at this point, instead she pulled a wistful smile at Logan before grabbing her bag. "Sorry I was taking so long."

"Whatever happens, just know that I love you."

The words, low and just a gentle sigh off from a growl, struck Kitty's chest hard. The strap from her bag slipped out of her hand and she threw her arms around Logan. More tears slipped free, soaking into the shoulder of his shirt. "You know I love you too." Not a question. How can you leave him? Was losing one dad not enough?" "Come visit me any time you're in Chicago okay?" Visit me anytime even if you were not already there. Just visit. Kitty clung to her mentor for a long time until she heard yelling up the stairs telling them to get a move on. If they lingered more Kurt was going to bamf in and oh those tears would never stop then.

It was time to go. Time for a new adventure.

[hopedefined]

@snkts said: "Go as me." | what should my muse be for halloween?

"Y'know, I always thought I pulled off the claws."

She says it playful, all self-assured sass. Lord knows she's not the only one to find them a little fascinating--even if she is one of a small group to know how they feel.

"Is this just an excuse t'get me into one'a your leather jackets?"

[warlockisaslur]

@snkts // liked for a starter, gets a novella

Okay, so going to Krakoa was something he was extremely hesitant in doing on the best of days -- he had bad memories associated with the place, not just the aftermath of Wanda's death and rebirth but also a sour taste for several of the people in charge of the place -- but this time, it was a necessity. Having Krakoa as an ally would be crucial -- if he could trust that the Sol system had protection, he wouldn't have to worry so much. Living in the Andromeda galaxy was playing hell on his nerves...

Now, normally, his preference for a liaison would have been someone perhaps more sympathetic -- Ororo maybe, or even Hope -- but maybe this challenge was deliberate. Put him at a disadvantage with a man who'd once made it very, very clear that he'd gladly put both himself and Wanda in their graves... but that was years ago. People changed. Hell, the man had been at his wedding (how? who the hell knows) so maybe that old enmity had finally been set aside.

At least, he hoped so.

The place they'd been directed to meet was known as the Carousel, and Billy had to admit, the name was apt; sitting at the edge of a suspended tree-platform, he looked down at the space with elbows on knees, just watching the movements of those below. This place teemed with life -- but not just life, but mutant life, the weave of the Celestial incursion connecting and embracing them. It seemed this space was venue for near-constant festivity of one kind or another; a bonfire on one platform, a group on another dancing in some sort of ritual. It was... amazing, a culture growing all on its own in the way he'd been seeing culture in the Alliance growing.

And God, he hoped it worked this time.

Indulging himself, he drew in some magic and threw a concentrated ball of light into the air, where it burst in a dazzling display of blue-white lights, raining down on the revelers. If the world was kinder -- if people were kinder -- he could have found a home here. But some didn't even consider him a mutant, much less worthy of such a utopia.

[hubrisdescent]

❝ At the risk of sounding cynical, since when do you pay me social calls? ❞

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