#x men oc rp

[caspian-vares]

The hat man. He comes.

[fenris-morant]

I have... acquired someone's dog after they have unfortunately passed away. His name is Odie and he has one eye.

How... does one take care of a dog?

[x-men-reject]

Finally opened my asks!! totally missed that button smh

[stray-cub]

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫 ‘𝐈𝐳𝐳𝐲’ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝, 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐀.𝐊.𝐀 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡

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Full name: Isador Creed Nicknames: Izzy ( Call him this) , Dori, Murder Mittens, Claws, Kit, Little Cub ( Used by his dad, will actually fight you if you use this.) Age: 14 Gender: Presumably male, responses to any pronouns though

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Mutation

Type: Antomical & physical Description: Izzy has features & abilities similar to that of a Sabertooth tiger Positives: - His sharp teeth & talons can be used to his advantage while hunting or fighting - enhanced hearing, speed, smell, reflexes, strength & endurance Negatives: - His claws are non retractable, making him more likely to accidentally hurt himself or others - He’s very sensitive to strong smells & loud sounds ( Except music for some reason-)

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More info under the cut

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Extra info

Likes: Doodling, bracelet making, music sunglasses, play fighting, scratching things, being carried by his collar Dislikes: Accidentally seriously hurting people, loud noises, Habits: Scratching, pacing

[they-call-me-birdsong]

💚RP Starter 💚

Something had been burning inside Novie since Wyatt came home.

There was only one person who’d do this.

Celeste Adams. Asher’s younger sister.

Novie stood watching as Celeste giggled with her friends in the cafeteria.

The sound of their laughter only fuelled the rage and before she knew it, Novie was striding across the room.

“You! You tried to take my brother from me!” Novie snarled, grabbing Celeste by the collar.

“Like you all took mine?” Celeste sneered.

The dam wall burst, and silver energy erupted from Novie, she flicked her hands and Celeste went flying, hitting the far wall with a sickening thump.

@moth-to-the-flames @just-a-fucking-civilian @hufflepuffavenger @luna-st-james

[mutantontheloose]

Christmas party!

@justawhitewolf @they-call-me-birdsong @they-call-me-ricochet @lightemupsja @poor-lost-leo @just-a-fucking-civilian @the-good-redheaded-witch @bobby-icy-drake @captain-s-falcon @americas-favourite-fossil @speeds-the-name @moth-to-the-flames @star-spangled-starboyyy @thatone-midgardian @serenastark-edits @official-morganstark

Tag anyone I missed!

[kjupchurch-xx]

The Interview - Tumblr Request from 08/17

As I walked into work, I was stopped by my boss, who informed me that we had a celebrity she needed me to work in for today's segment. Due to the revenue that Deadpool & Wolverine had pulled in, I wasn't shocked when she told me we would be expecting Hugh Jackman to stop in today. Ryan Reynolds was originally coming, but had an emergency with one of his children.

I walked into my dressing room and got myself put together, making sure my button down blouse and black skirt looked flawless. I triple checked my messy up-do and my make-up, fixing it about three times and still not being completely satisfied. 

"He's here, he'll be coming to you in 5." My cameraman said through the door. 

"Okay." I called back before checking myself in the mirror once again. 

I quickly stepped out, seeing Hugh and my boss walking down the hall. Fuck, he's sexy, even at 55. I avoided them, making a beeline for the area the interview would be taking place. I assessed the area, making sure everything was perfect. Due to the last minute setup, there was no script. It would all be 100% ad-libbed. 

"Hugh, this is your interviewer, the phenomenal, miss Kaitlyn." My boss said with a smile, bringing him up to me. 

I smiled, extending my hand to shake his, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Jackman."

He smiled, grabbing my hand and kissing it, "Call me Hugh." He said with an accent. 

My boss smirked, "Do not hold back on Mr. Jackman with your questions. We want this to be a viral interview. Let's break the internet." She said with a wink. 

Hugh and I chuckled as I tried hiding my blush from him kissing my hand, "Understood." We said in unison. 

She walked off, leaving us a minute to ourselves before the camera started rolling. I quickly looked at Hugh, "If I do ask a risque question you're not comfortable with, we can edit it out." I said with a nervous smile. 

He smirked at me, "Nothing's off limits, darling." He said with a wink. 

I chuckled slightly, "Are you sure?"

He nodded, "Let's have some fun." 

I cocked my head at him, in shock. I figured a person with the career he had built would be a bit more reserved. This should be fun. 

As I led him to the two couches we'd be sitting on for the interview, I couldn't help but notice his gaze on my legs and backside when I'd turned back to ask if he was ready to begin. He quickly reverted his gaze to my face as he noticed he'd gotten caught gawking. 

I took a seat on my couch, as he plopped down onto the other couch across from me. My cameraman gave me a nod to let me know we were rolling. 

"Boy, do I have a surprise for you guys today!..." I said enthusiastically towards the camera, "My guest today is none other than Mr. Hugh Jackman from the new film, Deadpool & Wolverine." I said with a wide smile as the camera panned out showing Hugh in the view. 

"How are you, gorgeous?" Hugh asked, looking at me with a smile. 

I giggled, "I'm great, how're you?" 

He smirked, "You know, I'm good... I'm really good, but I'd be even better if you were on this couch with me." His voice sounding a bit flirty. 

I chuckled as he continued, "I'm feelin' a little lonely with Ryan not here." He joked as he patted the seat on the couch beside him. 

I moved from my spot on my couch over to his, "Ready for some juicy questions?" I asked him, wigging my eyebrows playfully. 

He bit his lips, nodding his head slightly, "Do I get to also ask you juicy questions?" 

I smirked, "We'll see. It depends on how satisfied with your answers I am." 

He smiled at me and cockily stated, "Oh babe, I don't doubt I can make you feel satisfied." 

I covered my mouth as it was gaping a bit, which caused him to chuckle. He quickly threw his arm over my shoulder, looking at me, "What's your question?" 

I quickly regrouped myself and asked, "When doing a kissing scene, is it important to make it look realistic or keep it professional?" 

He giggled at me, "Who says I can't do both?" 

"Can you?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. 

"Would you like a demonstration?" He asked, a sly smile on his lips. 

My boss did say we were breaking the internet with this interview. It wasn't televised, meaning everything was not off limits. That always made things interesting. 

I chuckled, "You're not going to kiss me."

He smiled cheekily at me as he leaned towards me, placing one hand on my chin as his other hand rested on my cheek. "The key to a good kissing scene, is you always leave the audience wondering if the physical connection is real." He said lowly as his eyes gazed from my eyes, to my lips, back up towards my eyes as his face got closer to mine. 

I couldn't help myself and began biting my lip in anticipation. I could feel my palms growing sweaty and my core starting to heat up. "You ready, Sweetheart?" He asked with a low voice, barely above a whisper as I slightly nodded for him to continue. Before I could react again, his lips met mine. 

His lips were soft and warm. I felt him slightly nibble on my lower lip as he pulled away. I took a deep breath as a pink blush appeared on my face, "How was that?" He asked cheekily. 

I laughed as I shifted on the couch, "That was...Pretty good. Do you kiss everyone that interviews you?" I asked sarcastically. 

He shook his head, "Only the cute ones." He said matter of factly. 

He answered a few more questions, mostly regarding X-Men, Deadpool & Wolverine, his recent divorce and his life as a father of two now adult children before we went back to the more juicier questions. 

"When is it my turn to ask you a question?" He asked, smiling devilishly. 

I shrugged, "Go ahead." I chuckled. 

He gave me a questioning look before smirking, "So, Miss Kaitlyn, do you know the difference between a French kiss and an Australian kiss?" He asked, trying to sound as if he were going to actually explain something to me rather than make a joke. 

I thought for a moment before shaking my head, "I don't think I've heard of an Australian kiss." 

He raised his brow at me, "Okay. So it's the same thing as your regular French kiss, except in Australia, it's done down under." 

My eyes widened as my jaw hit the floor, which caused him to laugh, "Cat got your tongue, Sweetheart?" He asked playfully as he noticed the shocked look on my face. 

I shook my head, slightly biting my lip, deciding to turn the tables on him. "My turn again." 

He looked at me, proud of his question considering my reaction, "Hit me with it." He said, crossing his arms. 

I smirked at him, "Some people call you Huge instead of Hugh." I stated, he looked at me, giving me a nod wondering where I was going with the question. "Is it because you're huge?" I asked, pursing my lips into a smile. 

He chuckled, clearly surprised by my bold question, "Do you wanna know?" He gave me a cheeky smile. 

I nodded, confidently, "I do wanna know." 

He leaned in closely, I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he whispered, "Meet me in one of the dressing rooms after we wrap."

I chuckled as I looked towards the camera once he pulled away, "I'm not at liberty to say." Then I playfully mouthed, "Huge" at the camera while trying to contain my laughter. 

We went through a few more questions regarding Wolverine & Deadpool, and also Ryan Reynolds before we wrapped the interview. Hugh quickly skipped off to his dressing room as I was stopped by my boss, who was pleased with the interview. 

"I can't believe you got him to kiss you! This is going to go great with our views!" She exclaimed happily. 

I laughed, shaking my head, "I was not expecting that." 

She looked at me, a smirk appearing on her lips, "What did he whisper in your ear about him being huge?" She asked. 

I chuckled, "He said he's a shrimp and you'd be very disappointed." 

She laughed at me, "Bullshit. You're going to fuck him, aren't you?" She asked, furrowing her brows in amusement. 

"Bye, Pam!" I yelled as I walked towards the dressing rooms laughing. 

"I want details! Real details!" She called out, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. 

I walked up to his dressing room door, knocking on the door. Was I supposed to knock or just bust in? Sleeping with my guests was something I'd never done, but ever since the kiss, I knew I wanted more. He was driving me crazy with his little remarks during our interview, and he knew exactly what he was doing. 

The door opened in front of me, it was a smiling Hugh, "Oh, so you do want to know?" He said playfully, amusement dripping from his voice. 

I giggled and decided to play around with him, "I was only coming to thank you for being my guest today." I said sarcastically. 

He moved to the side, motioning for me to come in his dressing room. "You're so welcome, love." He said, sarcasm dripping in his voice. 

 He knew why I was there. He sat down on the lounge that was in the dressing room, kicking his feet up on the ottoman and looked at me, "Join me, I promise I don't bite hard." He smirked. 

I blushed as I sat beside him, "FYI, I don't kiss my interviewers, but you were looking too damn cute." He said, looking at my cleavage. 

I chuckled, "I don't normally kiss the people I'm interviewing, but you're sexy as fuck and I wanted to know if you were a good kisser." 

He smiled cheekily at me before he reached over, pulling me onto his lap so I was straddling his lap. "This what you came to my dressing room for?" He smirked, gazing into my eyes as he gripped my onto my hips tightly. 

I bit my lip, looking at his, "Maybe...Is this why you invited me?" I asked him. 

He giggled as he began unbuttoning my blouse, revealing my black lacy bra. I ran my fingers into his hair as I leaned down, kissing him and helping him discard my blouse. Our kiss was much better than the interview kiss. He sucked on my bottom lip, biting at it with his teeth before his tongue began dancing with mine as his hands explored my breasts. I could fee his excitement growing under me. 

I lifted myself up slightly as I began toying with his belt, he pulled away, mumbling against my lips, "Eager, aren't you?" 

I chuckled, "Research purposes." I said trying to remain serious as he helped me undo his belt, unzip his pants and pull his rather...large member out. I bit my lip as I saw it. He was rock hard and had veins protruding from his shaft. He was above average and deliciously thick. I couldn't decide if I wanted him in my mouth or inside me. 

"Research purposes..." He was becoming increasingly amused by my wit, "Like what you see, baby?" He bit his lip, as he pushed his hips upwards towards me. 

 I licked my lips, still gazing at it. I pushed my thong to the side as I lifted myself over him, sinking down on the length. I could hear him gasp as he entered me, while I gasped at the size that was stretching me perfectly. I felt his hands grip my hips tightly as I began bouncing on him. He moved one hand to my breasts as he pulled my bra down and began nibbling and sucking on my nipples, causing me to whimper as he began pushing his hips upwards to meet my bounces. 

I threw my head back as I ran my fingers through his black hair that was becoming quickly disheveled. "Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned against my breasts. "You ride my cock so well, love." He groaned. 

I could feel myself begin tightening around him as I felt him start to throb inside me. "Shit, I'm gonna cum." I moaned, as I tugged harder on his hair as I sped my bouncing up. 

"Cum all over me, baby." He moaned as he started thrusting his hips harder upwards. 

His words and his accent made me come undone. I could feel the throbbing of his cock, he was almost there. "Get on your knees." He demanded lowly. 

I quickly hopped off of his lap and assumed the position on my knees in front of him. He grabbed himself and sat up from the couch and began stroking in front of me as his moans became louder. Watching him stroke his cock was making me ready to go again. I pulled my bra down further, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them for them. 

He let out one loud groan as he threw his head back and began covering my breasts in his cum. I bit my lip as I watched how much pleasure it brought him. 

After he finished, he quickly stood up and grabbed a towel, handing it to me. "I'm sorry about your blouse." He chuckled. 

I giggled, taking the towel, "Don't be. I'm sure it'll sell on TikTok shop." 

He laughed, rolling his eyes at my humor before pecking my lips. 

[elizapage444]

*sits down on the ground above Micah. There's still room on the couch as he's curdled up on himself and still sleeping*

The movie is almost done! What can we watch next?

Uh... don't know. Ace and Gam should be joining us soon-

Alright!

@its-gambit

[dreaminguponlilypads]

HOW DIFFERENT COD CHARACTERS WOULD REACT TO THE “SHE’S BUSY BRO” PRANK

i am feeling evil tonight, this is about to get fun

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost is in the middle of a briefing when his phone vibrates. He checks the message, expecting something normal—maybe a quick “stay safe” from you.

But instead:

“She’s busy, bro.”

Ghost just stares. Expression unreadable. The room around him goes silent as his grip tightens around the phone. Soap notices immediately.

“Mate, you good?”

Ghost doesn’t answer. His mind is already racing. Who the fuck is bro? And why the hell are they answering your phone?

Instead of replying, he just stands up and leaves. No words. No excuses. Just gone. And God help you, because he’s on his way.

—

John “Soap” MacTavish

Soap is cleaning his rifle when his phone pings. He checks, sees your name, and smiles—only for it to vanish the second he reads:

“She’s busy, bro.”

The gun in his hands creaks from how hard he grips it.

Gaz, sitting next to him, raises an eyebrow. “You alright, Johnny?”

Soap slams his phone down. “Aye, peachy.”

Then, he picks it right back up and starts blowing up your phone.

“Busy how?”

“Who the fuck is ‘bro’?”

“ANSWER ME”

He doesn’t calm down until you FaceTime him, laughing and explaining it’s a prank. Even then, he’s still glaring at you the whole time.

“You think yer funny, lass?” he grumbles, rubbing his face. “Aye, we’ll see who’s laughing when I get home.”

And you know you’re in for it.

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Captain John Price

Price is sitting in his office, enjoying a rare moment of peace with a cigar in one hand and his phone in the other. Then—

“She’s busy, bro.”

He doesn’t even react at first. Just blinks at the screen. Slowly exhales a puff of smoke.

Then, in the calmest, most terrifying way possible, he dials your number.

When you don’t answer? He texts.

“Busy?”

“With who?”

“Pick up the phone. Now.”

And the moment you do, all you hear is a low, unimpressed, “Explain.”

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Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz is mid-mission, crouched behind cover, waiting for the go-ahead when his phone buzzes. He checks it quickly, thinking it might be an emergency—

“She’s busy, bro.”

He freezes. Forgets where he is for a second. Soap has to nudge him. “Gaz, mate, what the fuck you doin’?”

Gaz just stares at the message, brain buffering.

Then, he starts typing.

“LMAO who’s bro???”

“Wait actually what”

“Nah u got me fucked up, answer rn.”

He’s spiraling. He’s rethinking everything. He’s ready to risk the mission just to get an answer. It’s only when you finally reply,

“Chill it’s a prank”

,that he finally breaths a sigh of relief.

“Ur single now lol”

(Don’t worry, he’s joking. But barely.)

—

Konig

Konig is in the middle of lifting at the base gym when his phone goes off. He sees your name, smiles, and checks the message—

“She’s busy, bro.”

The dumbbell in his hand nearly slips. His stomach sinks.

Oh. Oh no.

His first instinct is to shut down. Did he do something wrong? Did you move on? Who the fuck is “bro”?

But then—his second instinct kicks in.

Possessiveness.

Konig immediately calls you. No texts. No waiting. Just straight-up calls like his life depends on it. And when you pick up, giggling, saying it’s a prank?

He lets out the deepest breath. “Maus,” he groans. “Do not—do not scare me like that again. I nearly had a heart attack.”

He’s so relieved, but yeah, you’re gonna have to make it up to him later.

—

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro is strategizing with Rudy when his phone vibrates. He checks it, smirking when he sees it’s from you—only for the smirk to vanish when he reads:

“She’s busy, bro.”

The room temperature drops immediately.

Rudy notices the way Alejandro’s entire posture changes—shoulders stiff, jaw clenched, grip tightening on the phone.

“Todo bien, hermano?”

Alejandro doesn’t answer. He’s already typing.

“Quién carajos es ‘bro’?”

“Mándame tu ubicación. Ahora.”

Rudy sighs, looking over his phone. “Dios mío, Alejandro—”

“I just want to talk,” Alejandro says, already grabbing his keys.

You have three minutes to explain before he’s in his car, speeding to your location.

Safe to say, none of them handle it well.

[firelight222]

It doesn't take very long for a very pissed off Remy to come find them, absolutely ready for a fight. Thank goodness for location tracking, even if he only uses it in an emergency

@card-charger-gambit

@ ing the right account this time-

*unfortunately some of those reinforcements came and surrounded the tree, Shane would wave at them all and Solana would growl*

[vanessa-howlett]

How come the fossils are on Tumblr but no Jubilee ?

[caspian-vares]

How many ounces of coffee can one have before they have a heart attack? Asking for a friend.

[fenris-morant]

Eleeweectriçccity in myƴ

Finnngwr§ makwßss typinwg

Haaaærdð

[x-men-reject]

Ring ring

Ring ring

'Yello?

[INTRO]

Name? Xander Cooperman. Basic, I know.

Age? Twenties, why's it matter?

Occupation? Well I TRIED joining the Xmen. Didn't take.

Mutation? Awful personal dontcha think? Ask again later.

Wait.. who even is this?

click!

[Don't get too freaky.]

[lycaon-guerrero]

There soft click of the front door opening cut through the night air, the smell of coffee floating into the wind as the familiar lioness stepped out onto the porch, hiding a cup of steaming liquid.

…Thought I’d find ya out here, Howler…

@atroxpanthera

He snorts with a small laugh, looking up at her.

“This feels like deja vu.”

He hums.

“Nightmare?”

[they-call-me-birdsong]