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[homelander-rp-blog]

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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.'

[ablinkntime]

@snkts

"Listen, if anybody's gonna understand what's going on in my head it's gonna be you... I can't talk to Mister Creed about this, he'll worry..." She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. "I haven't... slept much, since I came here. At all, really. I -- I talked to the Professor and it sorta... dredged up some stuff I didn't want to remember. I didn't mean to remember."

The heel of her hand dug into the spot between her eyes. "It's always going to be like this, isn't it? Living with the past."

[emmatriarchy]

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

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[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."

[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.”

[mcarter]

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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?"

[panhelleniios]

@snkts sent ✏️ — from the incorrect quotes generator

Hercules: I have feelings for you.

Logan: Why? What’s wrong with you? Are you sure you’re okay?

[iobartach]

@snkts // short thing starter

"I've been known to take things way too far." Conduct that involved testing the limits of good intentions, repeatedly desecrating the borrowed moniker that he taken for himself; known here in this time as much as the man standing opposite him.

And, just like Parker, would not come between the Spider and achieving his goals.

"Out on the edge until the day I die."

[parainvestigate]

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“ Your cigar smells like crap, if you ain't know already. ” Words said with the wrinkle of his nose at the smoke that overwhelmed his cigarette. “ The hell kinda brand is that? ”

[fartemis-crock]

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"you don't want to throw your axe---" There's a pause, as Artemis gulps down the rest of her beer. Her normal midwestern drawl having a hint of a slur to it. She doesn't know who this guy is--- and honestly, didn't really care about if he was listening to her, but by god she had some thoughts about axes and someone was going to hear them whether they wanted to or not.

"--- then they have your axe. and you have no axe, and you know what that is? --fucked. it's fucked."

[warlockisaslur]

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[nightmdic]

"-Considering how quick that gash looks like it's already healing, I could least give you some bandages if it helps. You're more than welcome to stay here for a bit if needed." & conisdering what she was informed about waiting just outside the clinic - might be best for, well, whoever this was to take a moment.

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[ablinkntime]

@snkts // from here

Part of her thought it was stupid to have stayed there at all; Clarice could have just gone back to Cartusia, back to the home she'd shared with Val and Peggy and Becca, Wolvie and King… but as ever, her heart betrayed her. She didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay where Victor was, cling to that one remaining tie to her old life. She should have been working on leaving all that behind, but that felt cruel -- not after learning the memories were all there, even if the man was different. She couldn't just abandon him again.

If Clarice Ferguson could describe herself in one word, the word would be adaptable. She had always been a very go-with-the-flow type – a follower – and though she'd developed more of a backbone in her time as the leader of the Exiles, it didn't diminish her ability to get used to things. This was just another phase of her life, and she'd adapt like always.

They'd found her a room at the Institute, and it was even one of the bigger ones that had a private bathroom – she wasn't a student, after all. In fact there were rumblings of her taking on a consulting role. As long as there were multiversal incursions, timeline trouble, quantum hiccups in causality, it was handy to have somebody around who had personal experience with it all. And in that respect, she didn't really mind; she was already making notes, scrawling out from memory the diagrams they'd seen of how the Panoptichron viewed the mutiverse.

She was making friends – or, at least, expanding her orbit from Victor to include those close to him. Finding she liked and had a lot in common with this world's version of Logan was a big comfort. Weapon X had been a sometime presence in her life, back in her time, but he'd never been the same after losing his Jean. Here, there was a different connection – it hadn't quite been a surprise, but she politely kept to herself how much she noticed between Logan and Victor. They were clearly being discreet, and so she would be.

Still, it melted her heart a little.

The problem, though, was that things were rarely so easy, and she knew that other shoe had to drop sometime. That shoe came in the form of Rogue. Versions of Rogue who were the natural child of Mystique were nothing new to Clarice; Mystiq, of course, had told her about his wife and daughter, and Anna Raven had broken her tough-girl exterior a single time to mention that she, too, was the natural child of her world's Mystique and Destiny. But here, now, there was a pretty important difference. An absurd twist of probability which had Victor as this Rogue's father.

It had been surprising to Clarice, but she'd gotten over it. It wasn't her place to be upset over it. The man, the body, had a life before he'd gotten a variant's memories suddenly written into his psyche, and she was part of that. The news had apparently only gotten to them a few weeks before Clarice showed up, and Rogue's reaction had been…

in a word, bad.

Clarice didn't blame her. Not a whit. She'd just had her world turned upside-down, her notions about her own past exposed as lies. She was so young, volatile, still even learning the quirks of her mutation, and now she found out that everything she thought she knew about where she came from was wrong? It was a lot to put on a kid. And then this girl shows up, and the man who’d accepted you as his without question suddenly starts heaping affection on her? And what you thought was going to be unique and special, suddenly you had to share?

Jealousy was an emotion Clarice understood well, but she'd never had it directed at her. Empathy dictated she should have simply left at that point. Give them the time they'd need to figure it out for themselves, come back when they had the bandwidth – but Victor wouldn't hear it. He wanted her around, he wanted them to get along. He expected a lot from the two of them, and forgot precisely how stubborn both of them could be.

And as expected, it had boiled over. Clarice was in the kitchen, trying to find where the good snacks had gotten stowed away on the last grocery run, and because she was so short, she'd been standing on the counter digging in the back of a cabinet. Rogue had reached right past her and snagged the cookies she'd just unearthed, they'd started bickering -- Rogue made an observation that feet on the counter weren't exactly sanitary, Clarice made a crack about her height…

Rogue's response had been something along the lines of 'nobody wants you here anyway'.

And yes, Clarice had gotten mad. Had fired back that she wasn't going anywhere, so Rogue should suck it up.

Rogue's return volley had been in the vein of things being better before Clarice had showed up.

They were screaming at each other by the time Victor stepped in to break it up -- and made a crucial, fatal error in judgment. He hadn't meant it to seem that way, of course, but he'd never been the greatest peacekeeper. He'd focused entirely on Rogue, and agreed with Clarice, that she was going to have to get used to her being around. Rogue, of course, had stormed off, and he'd sighed, scowled at Clarice, and though she knew the next thing he said wasn't meant to hurt her either, it had felt like a shot through the heart nonetheless.

"She definitely gets that temper from me. So glad you're not that hotheaded, sprout."

B l i n k

Now she was hiding. Again. She'd spent a few days only going back to her room long enough to sleep, and then disappeared into the nearby woods, sometimes on the grounds, sometimes further out. Sometimes going back to grab a snack, get caught in awkward small-talk, before disappearing again.

And why she thought she could hide from either of them was anyone's guess, because of course, here was Logan come to check up on her when the rain had started up and she'd had to come shelter in the architecture atop the school. Hugging her knees, she huffed quietly. As if maybe he'd go away if she simply brushed him off.

A fool's errand, of course. This was the Wolverine. Stubborn was his middle name.

So she sighed, rubbed her face with her hands. "I could handle it if she just… hated me. Not that I know how sibling rivalry is supposed to work, but -- but he's a good father, and he'll do right by her, if she'll let him. It's that I can see him in her. I look at her and I know she's his, and I'm --" Her voice went tight, choked off, and she had to clear her throat to find it again. "I'm just the stray he picked up who should'a grown up and left a long time ago. She hates me because she didn't get to be his first kid, and it feels like I've always just been the placeholder… the practice kid 'til he got the one that was his blood…"

Clarice's eyes were brimming with tears when she finally looked at Logan. "I'm just in the way here, Mister Logan. She needs him. He doesn't need me."

[panhelleniios]

@snkts | short starter call

Why does seeing a friend again have to feel like so much pressure? He just wants to spend time with one of his oldest friends, that’s all there is to it, but he’s changed, and certainly Logan must have, as well but —

He puts on the biggest smile he can, swallows down the guilt at being absent, and puts a heavy, welcoming hand on Logan’s shoulder.

“Been some time! What say we relive past revelries,” except Hercules already knows he’ll simply be footing the tab, not drinking — “And find somewhere to spend an evening?”

[hegrudges]

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