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Jin Mutant AU

Info:
-More cautious than Namjoon when handling being mutants in public
-Mostly due to past family separation and loss trauma caused by being exposed
-Been trying to find Taehyung ever since they were violently separated as kids; main reason he went into covert operations under Big Hit (a mutant-based agency guised as a conglomerate)
-One of the best undercover agents they have, not only because of his powers but also because of his natural abilities to adapt and fit in
-expert in hand to hand combat

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I never thought it would last, truth be told. The Wolverine school for gifted youngsters. Sounded to me like a disaster in the making. But look at this place now. Look at you.  [Wolverine and the X-men #42]

"Bear" with it

DM-ing for two of my friends a small one shoot last night, their characters are trapped in a room with many pillars and a big mutant bear.
The bear managed to close up to one of the character and:…
DM(me): So I roll for his attack …

Player 1 : Prepare to get paw-ned man !

Player 2  frightened as hell : I’m shivering ! That’s my last HP if it touch me it’s the end of the story

DM managed to roll critical failure

DM: So the bear jump towards you and hit the pillar instead with his left paw.

—Futher turns ahead—

DM try another attack on P2 and did another crit fail .

Player 2 : This is unfaire why are you always targ-

Result of the dice appears in the chat log, everyone burst in laugher

DM: As the bear destroy another pillar, the master of the room call it back, and they fleed.

—Later in the campaign—

The group is up against the same master and bear and defeat them.
The bear is eventualy killed.
Player 2: I take the left paw of the bear .
DM : Ok why not ? 

–In the town–

Player 2 : I craft a bone sword with the bone in the bow and I ask the rune maker to grave on it

“PILLARS DESTROYER”

The sword broke on the first hit but dealt massive damage against the end boss stone golem.
END~

magic hands [wade wilson]

wade needs a bath. you’re a good friend.

tagging: @redgillan, @mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer, @almondbuttercup, @ipaintmelodies

warnings: nudity, injury, also wade’s filthy mouth

additional notes: when is wade going to wife me already i love this trope so much, you have no idea. in this one the reader (gender-neutral) is a mutant mercenary who goes by the name “blueswift,” and your mutation is similar to a super soldier’s but not quite as potent. enjoy! and please let me know what you think UvU i love hearing from you guys. also: can y’all tell i really want omurice rn? i love writing about food.

You’d done it. You’d made the omurice, you were proud of the omurice, and you were going to eat the omurice like it was ambrosia from the heavens. You were sitting down at your little kitchen table, chopsticks in hand, ready to devour the warm, ricey gooeyness, when your phone rang, and the all-too-familiar saxophone solo of “Careless Whisper” filled the air. You answered the call, putting it on speaker so you could listen and eat. “Wade?”

“Y/N! The light of my life! God, it’s great to hear your voice. What’s cookin’, good-lookin’?”

“Eating breakfast actually,” you said around a mouthful of fried, eggy rice. “How’s your bod?”

“Well, at the moment, the bones are still soft, so I’m just one big, floppy man noodle.” There was a pause. “You know what, that was a terrible choice of words but I’m sticking to it. I’m a big, floppy man noodle who needs your help.”

You swallowed, smiling to yourself. “How so?”

“Well, this big, floppy man noodle would like to bathe—he’s been lying in his own filth for a good day or so—so he was hoping you could come over and help his big noodly ass into the tub.”

You sighed. Wade had survived his most recent solo job with nearly every bone in his body crushed. You’d somehow managed to drag his limp body back to his place, giving him as much morphine as he could handle. If he was in pain now, his voice didn’t let it on. “Do you need me to bathe you, too?” you asked, only half-joking. When he’d lost both arms in a fight last year, you’d had to wash him, but he’d agreed to cover his junk back then. He was even friendlier nowadays, and you didn’t know what he might ask next.

“Eh, I think a good soak alone would be good for me,” he drawled. “My arms are healing. It’s just the legs that need to catch up. I tried getting up and felt like Bambi. A big, naked, mutant Bambi.”

You frowned, setting your utensils down on the table. “Wade, I really don’t need that image in—”

“Like a scarred, fucked-up baby horse.”

Thank you, Wade,” you hissed, covering your eyes as if that would rid the disturbing images he’d managed to conjure in your mind with just his words.

“So you’ll come?”

You rubbed your face in exasperation. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

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Voiceless Pt 3

Summary: (Reader Insert) Reader is a mutant/inhuman with a powerful voice (works a little like a banshee / a little like a siren). She’s had it a little tough since discovering her powers. She is found and taken in by Tony Stark and the remaining Avengers after the events of Civil War

Word Count: 1573

Warnings: Typos (sorry), Swearing, angsty-ish, cliffhanger (cause I KNOW some of y’all don’t like ‘em)

A/N:A giant “Thank you” to @17sullivan who read my idea for this fic, then read this chapter and is an all around wonderful person. Thank you for the push love!

And a thanks, of course, to the fabulous @writingwithadinosaur, cause she is just the best human ever!

And to the anon who told me this was one of their fave things I’ve written, I had no idea anyone really cared about it, but since you mentioned it, here is an update :)

Originally posted by tony-starkes


“What do you mean missing?” you asked Vision when he re-entered the lab. You’d gone there looking for Tony, but Vision had been the only one in the room. He had also been looking for Tony, so the two of you split up to find him, but neither had succeeded.

You called his cell for what felt like the millionth time, still not getting through, as you went down to the garage to see if there were any of his cars missing, but they were all accounted for.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” you called out to the AI.

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N?” it responded.

“”Where and when was Mr. Stark last recorded in your system?”

“He was last recorded exiting onto the roof 3 and one half hours ago.”

“And you have no record of him re-entering the building?”

“No, Miss.”

“Did he have or call one of his suits?”

“No, Miss.”

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Voiceless Pt. 4

Summary: (Reader Insert) Reader is a mutant/inhuman with a powerful voice (works a little like a banshee / a little like a siren). She’s had it a little tough since discovering her powers. She is found and taken in by Tony Stark and the remaining Avengers after the events of Civil War

Word Count: 1698

Warnings: Typos (sorry)

A/N:A giant “Thank you” to @17sullivan who read my idea for this fic, then read this chapter and is an all around wonderful person. Thank you for the push love! And to Drea, the absolutely @writingwithadinosaur who read this and beta’d for me (cause she’s bomb!)

And to the anon who told me this was one of their fave things I’ve written, I had no idea anyone really cared about it, but since you mentioned it, here is an update :)

I put the song I was thinking of in parenthesis next to the text, ignore if ya want… and this GIF… cause Steve is in it… and why the fuck not ;)

Originally posted by captainamerica1-6

Nervous, that was the only word you could think of to describe yourself at that moment; nervous. Captain America and his team were due to arrive in the next 5 minutes. Colonel Rhodes and F.R.I.D.A.Y. had just barely managed to clear their flight path to the compound; keeping their arrival off the collective radar’s of the world’s armed forces hadn’t been easy, but they’d done it. Turns out Tony actually helped with that; he’d had a plan in place all along, you just followed his instructions. If it hadn’t been for his kidnapping, it may never have happened so soon, but he had clearly hoped that it would one day.

“There is no sense in fretting, Y/N,” Vision said from slightly behind you, “Captain Rogers is a very nice person, as are the rest of his team.”

“I understand that Vis, but since the last time y’all saw each other wasn’t so nice, I can’t imagine they’re all that hyped to be back here helping find Tony. I know Tony thinks they blame him, they probably do a little, or more, I just… I need to find him Vis, I need Tony to be okay, and I need the Avengers back so I can find him. I’m afraid it won’t be enough that I need them.” You turned away from him then, to the sound of a plane touching down.

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anonymous asked:

If all the TLC characters were in a group chat, who would each person be? (I.E. the one who always sends gifs or something)

Iko: Guess who institutes all those group chats? As the official planner of birthday parties, voracious consumer of gossip, and arguably the “chattiest” of the group, Iko is always the instigator.

Cinder: The one who always has the perfect response gif because having a computer in your brain means always being able to find the one you want.

Kai: The one who always responds late because he keeps getting called away to sign off on some paperwork or run to an impromptu meeting or because he fell asleep mid-convo because he’s had a crazy day doing emperor stuff.

Scarlet: The one who tries—really, truly tries—to keep everyone on topic, rather than letting the chat devolve into a dozen convoluted side conversations about what color Cress and Thorne should repaint the galley or where Kai and Cinder should go for their anniversary when they were originally planning on discussing where to hold Christmas this year!

Wolf: Lots and lots of emojis because they convey the appropriate feelings without all that pesky typing. Typing isn’t easy for him with those big, wolf-mutant hands, so he avoids it when he can.

Thorne: Typos. Typos and autocorrect accidents everywhere, because technology is not Thorne’s friend.

Cress: The one who types approximately 1,000,000 words per minute. She always responds the fastest, often with the longest messages. Trying to keep up with her is a lost cause.

Winter: While Scarlet’s trying to keep everyone on task, Winter is gleefully involved in ALL the side conversations. Actually…she probably started most of them.

Jacin: The lurker. He doesn’t say much, often preferring just to sit back and watch the conversation, but will occasionally pop in with a snide remark.

I’m a sucker for size differences between characters, and I had a previous AU where I was going to make Raph huge, but the design came out too…cute?

I liked it too much to scrap it and thought it would suit Don better! So I started making another AU where what if Don had been cured from his 2nd mutation like in 2k3, but he didn’t exactly revert back to his normal size?

It gave me another reason to do another scale chart for fun! I had re-sketched this group quite a few times but I think I’m pleased with it! I’m going to add the brothers soon as well! So I can’t wait to add them!

(And just for laughs, I thought it’d be adorable if my oc Angie had carried that mutant trait/gene from Don and suddenly went through a growth spurt as well! She got so big but she’s still a baby that wants cuddles!) (´∀`)♡

Imagine Erik Finding Out That You, His Young Daughter, Have Inherited His Powers

Originally posted by timestolaugh

“Slow down, Erik, what are you on about?” Charles frowned through the phone.

“Y/N has- she’s- she’s like me, Charles!” Erik sputtered. He had you in one arm, and you were squirming in an attempt to ‘do the magic’ again. You had always been very enchanted by your father when he did little magic tricks with his metallokinesis to entertain you, and you were only concerned with your joy of possessing ‘the magic’ as well.

“NO, Y/N, no, no no, we do not do that with those!” Erik said quickly, moving the silverware you had begun to float out of your sight. He pulled the phone back over to his ear to hear what Charles had to say about it. It didn’t quite matter if he had moved the dangerous utensils; you had found something else to play with.

“Just bring her to the mansion, I’ll run a few simple tests I do with the students, she’ll be fine, Erik.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll bring her up in the morning,” Erik sighed. He hung up the phone with a breath of relief, only to look down at you.

“Papa, look!” you giggled; his old, worn Magneto helmet rested loosely over your head. Memories around that helmet flooded his mind, both good and bad. He had tried to hurt in that headpiece. He had tried to kill, and he had wanted to keep that part of his past far away from you.

However, looking down at the innocence in your eyes, he felt a spark of hope. Maybe, where he had become a symbol of hate, you could be one of hope.

(For @silverwingedfox)

There’s No Place Like Home (3)

Avengers x Reader x Bucky

Summary: What happens when a fictional world comes to life? Drama ensues.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 800+

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

“What do you mean that there’s no information about her?” Sebastian–Bucky snapped at Scarlett–Natasha. “How is that even possible? There has to be some trace of her somewhere!”

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