ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ, ɪɴᴅ. ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ

@SemperMutantur ❝ Tell me what has happened,❞ Erik said quietly. ❝ Not the speech. Not the provocation. The truth.❞⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀#𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑿

@concussivebeam ❝Figured you felt the rumbling when those towers came out. What' it gonna be, fearless leader?❞ #𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑿

https://t.co/WkXZq5tBjI

||: i might switch up this layout a lil bit at some point — that header is looking a bit busy 🤔

𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭/𝘞𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘚𝘍𝘞/𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 #MarvelRP #DCRP #MVRP #DispatchRP

mystique paused, golden eyes wide, and then frowned. deeply. “ ugh. you — what makes you think I’m here for you? ” she all-but spat. “ i’m not. ”

ʟᴜᴄᴋ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ──────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────── #MarvelRP | #XMenRP | #MVRP ───────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────────

Yeahhhhhhhhhh….sure

+ entering, she hummed, pursing her lips as she studied the space. “ is this really what it has come to… ? dear god. ” #EQUINOX

+ not take her long at all to reach the humble abode. a wooden cabin for the man who can command metal. how awfully ironic. “ knock, knock… ” the woman said as she let herself in. “ or, should i say… what was it again (?) klopf klopf? what an absurd language… ” +

+ woodland. she sighed, frustrated, and stretched her spine — arching her back to gaze up at the dim sky. “ is that… ” a thin trail of smoke found spiralled into the approaching night. finally, something. now that she had her bearings, or rather a singe bearing, it did +

+ to the world as magneto. her information suggested that there was a cabin around here somewhere, but she was starting to lose hope. the hours had passed, and her rations run short. the bright sun filtering through the canopy now found itself slicing through the dense +

+ von backwater der nowhere for a man who she half-thought was better off lost to the annals of mutantkind’s problematic history… yet, here she was. peering through the gnarled trunks of forgotten spruce trees in a quiet corner of bavaria, hoping to spot a man once known +

+ all of it. the happy families, and kumbaya-ness of it all. the unfiltered arrogance of those who think they know what is right, of those who feel they are certain that they can achieve it without bloodshed. the fact that she was now stalking the woods in the middle of +

+ left of it, was fractured, and the most vocal amongst the most experienced mutants were quite brazen in their criticisms. not just of logan and his bloody quest for… something, but of every mutant not doing their part for the perceived greater good. it made her sick. +

+ whatever strange justice he was seemingly metering out. however, she knew better than to massacre a room full of world leaders. god, how dull had she become… krakoa was always a bomb waiting to detonate, and now the timer was ticking — exponentially. the council, what was +

+ known as wolverine was more murderer than mutant hero in today’s world, with his unexplained actions only stoking the ever-glowing embers of anti-mutant sentiment across the world. she would admit to no one but her wife that she quite enjoyed the exhibitionist approach to +

a beast is on the prowl, and mystique is ready for the hunt that’s sure to follow. though, first, she had some rather important business to attend to. something that will… level the playing field, in one way or another. she had seen the news. it was hard not to. the x-man +

ᅠ ᅠ 𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺… ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ [ for @PEACEANDMIGHT & #𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑿 ]

||: still not over this tbh