I can’t stop thinking about how so many villains are mutant types or are scarred up and scary from their quirks.
Like, how much do you wanna bet that mutant type people are often stereotyped or always bullied because kids that young already have a prejudice that their mutant playmates are going to be villains. It’s good to note now, that in Tsuyu’s personal story that she became the first friend to a mutant type girl whose only quirk was a snake’s head.
We already know that quirks that are extremely powerful, like Shinsou’s often cause him to be ostracized from a large portion of his classmates, but with his large eye bags and freaky blue hair? He’s probably never been able to keep his head down.
So what I really wanna know is if mutant type people like Kouda or Shouji or Tokoyami were bullied in school. I wanna know if when they were kids and playing Heroes and Villains, how many times they were forced to play the villains because of how they looked.
I wanna know how Kouda became so shy and anxious, how he probably talked more with his animal friends in order not to get pushed around by non-mutant type kids.
I wanna know how Tokoyami became so closed off from others and overall so dark because his Dark Shadow and bird’s head probably called him a villain to be.
I wanna know how Shouji became so gentle because he’s giant and he’s got 6 arms and he never once takes off the mask that covers half his face.
There’s a lot that can be explored here alone and honestly I’m so excited.
You met Charles Xavier at the bar for the first time a few weeks ago. You’d been going there occasionally, you caught his eye almost immediately and he would always buy you a few drinks. But that was it for you. Just a slight flirtation, drinks, dancing… And then you went home. He knew your name, but that was it. You never wanted your bar-relationships to become anything serious. It was just fun. Relaxation after a long week and day.
On the other hand, Charles seemed pretty nice. And just as you expected, he was there again tonight.
“What are you drinking tonight, darling?” he asked you the moment he walked up to you with a smile.
You blushed involuntarily, even before he approached you. “The usual,” you replied with a smirk.
Charles already knew you’d say that and held up a glass of your favourite drink. “Done.”
You raised your eyebrows, pleasantly surprised and took the glass. “With service like that, I should be coming here more often,” you said clinking your glass against his, before taking a sip.
“Is the service the only thing worth coming here?” Charles asked smugly.
You chuckled. “So far, yes… Why? Do you know about some other things?” you flirted shamelessly.
Charles finished his drink and put the glass on the bar counter. “How about all those nice guys here? Or those terribly handsome guys?” he smirked. “Yes, you guessed right… I meant myself in both cases.”
You laughed at that, almost spitting out your drink. “Well, at least I know you don’t lack self-confidence.”
“Oh darling, you have no idea how good I am.”
“I think you had too much to drink, you’ve just started to blabber nonsense,” you said, shaking your head, faking sadness over how quickly he got intoxicated.
“Are you implying I’m drunk?”
“I wasn’t implying it, I think I said it quite explicitly,” you laughed happily. “You know, I’m not just a pretty face, I’m also pretty smart.”
“Now I should suggest you’re drunk as well.”
“Only if you disagree with my statement,” you pouted playfully. “Are you saying I’m not pretty and pretty smart?”
“I would never!” Charles exclaimed dramatically, even the mere thought of something horrible shocked him.
You blushed again and finished your drink, so you could avoid his intense eye contact. After you set your glass down on the counter next to his, you looked at him again.
“Wanna dance?” you asked as one of your favourite songs started to play.
“With you, anytime,” he answered taking your hand, leading you to the dance floor.
As you were dancing, you noticed something odd.
“Why do I have the feeling you’re nervous about something?” you asked Charles tilting your head curiously.
Charles frowned slightly. “No, no, I’ve just been thinking…”
“Thinking when you’re drunk?” you chuckled. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you asked, but he seemed to be a bit lost in his thoughts.
“I wanna know something… “ Charles started carefully, looking at you. “I mean, do I even wanna know? I have no idea… But I can’t get you out of my head.”
You were taken aback a bit after his statement. “And what do you want to know?”
“If this feeling flows both ways… I’ve thought it through a few times and I want to know if you feel the same,” he said, his eyes not leaving yours even for a moment.
You were way too surprised to think of a good response. Charles seriously caught you off guard now.
Charles felt you probably needed more time to think about this, because suddenly he was kissing you. His hand was coming up to the back of your head, while his other hand pulled you closer to him by your waist.
You kissed him back, not sure why, but damn it felt good. It felt right.
“I’m sorry to interrupt your thoughts,” he said after he broke the kiss to look at you. “It’s just I’m constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you,” he confessed and you blushed once more.
You smiled at him to reassure him it was nothing to apologize for. “I really didn’t mind at all… It was better than my thoughts, anyway.”
“I don’t know if you feel the same as I do,” he started again. “But we could be together, if you wanted to.”
You laughed. “Was that supposed to rhyme?” you chuckled before pulling him in for another kiss as your way of saying ‘yes’.
tbh, it was my own fault, I should of left that bunch of Salt alone. Honestly I just wanted to add my own input, but i guess you cant talk to others who are to SALTED up for their own good!
Ha see what i did there?
Welp, either im gonna get a lot of hate, or praise, if anything I just hope I never talk to that person again >…>
I mean honestly, was I rude? did I sound rude? cause really I just thought i was explaining my reasonings….
I actually did see the persons point, yeah the story can be a pile of crap sometimes, but like theres legit no reason go be THAT salty over it, and to take pride in how your acting? Right now, Im ashamed of how salty im being, and I may actually regret this post, but right now, Im venting. You know what? I dislike the fans who just have to show such hate like that one did, nor debate it to another in a mature, calm, respectful way. Thats one thing I wont stand, is when you start becoming immature, and you sound like you need a bottle in your mouth. I know Im probably doing the exact same thing, but darn it, im just tired of it. I like debating, I love hearing other’s views, if they dislike ramona, please feel free and tell me, if they fucking loath my art, tell me, I dont care.
What I do care about is how you speak to me, and treat me, I will not agree on the same things, I will not change my views just to suit your salty behavior. JUST LIKE I DONT EXPECT ANYBODY TO DO THAT WITH ME!
come on guys, this is our last season with a really great show, why cant we just be psyched? I know, negativity is like the fucking plague in this fandom, but just for A SMALL WHILE, can we please just focus on the positives! and if you do wanna talk about your dislikes, thats fine, but PLEASE dont sound so immature, it just makes people wanna block you instantly. OR REGRET TALKING WITH YOU.
Cause trust me, having that much salt, and hatred over a show….thats just a waste of time, energy, and life right there.
erik never intended to end up in this line of work. in fact if you had asked him a couple of years ago what he thought of the fashion industry he would have said that it was vapid and shallow. that it exploits people’s insecurities and perpetuates unachievable humancentric beauty standards. except here he is in a skintight wetsuit, doing a photoshoot of the coast of rome, achieving all of those standards.
he shakes sand out of his hair and the photographer ends the session for the day. god knows he’ll be back here tomorrow wearing something even more ridiculous.he’s still not sure how emma conned him into becoming a model but he suspects telepathic manipulation. it’s easier than admitting to himself that he sacrificed his principles for a paycheck.
he gets out of the wetsuit and changes back into his street clothes. he checks his phone and sees three missed calls from someone named charles xavier. a quick google search shows some fashion designer in new york. erik sighs. this has emma written all over it
“who the fuck is charles xavier?” “nice to hear from you too darling. how’s rome?” “unbearable as always. now who the fuck is he?” emma clicks her tongue in disapproval. “no manners at all, it’s a good thing you’re pretty.” erik is about to growl out something derisive because he is classically handsome not pretty when she finally explains. “charles xavier is to fashion what michelangelo was to sculpture. he’s a genius. i must have him.”
erik is intrigued despite himself. emma never compliments anyone. ever. it’s one of her most endearing qualities. “he can’t be that good.” “he will be. i need you to model for him, he’s designing a new collection for me. keep an eye on his progress, i want regular updates. oh and bring me back something from milan. i’m thinking crystals ” and with that incredibly vague statement emma hangs up on him. typical.
two weeks later after erik has fulfilled all his prior commitments, emma arranges a meeting with xavier at what is quite possibly the stuffiest restuarant in all of manhattan. erik tugs on his silk tie and reluctantly resigns himself to an evening of mindless conversation. twenty minutes later and xavier still hasn’t arrived. erik levitates knifes above the table and idly considers castrating the bastard.
“oh but that’s incredible, do that again.” erik looks up into the brightest blue eyes he has ever seen and the silverware instantly falls to the table. the angel smiles and erik smiles back awestruck. he snags the empty seat at erik’s table and gestures at the silverware. “well go on, don’t stop on my account.” erik flicks his hand and the spoons begin waltzing.
the man laughs delightedly. “extraordinary, absolutely extraordinary. i’ve never seen anything like it- tell me is it telekinesis?” erik shakes his head. “metalokinetic is the closest word for it, i manipulate magnetic fields.” the man grins and steals a roll from the bread basket and lathers it with butter.
“this is such a relief. forgive me, mr. lehnsherr but i was worried we’d be discussing color theory and fabric choice all evening. it’s such a delight to meet someone with similar interests.” before erik can ask what he means by similar interests, the man raises his hand to his temple in the universal gesture for telepathy.
erik sits back in his seat stunned. xavier- and its xavier it has to be- is not at all what he expected. he’s not quite sure what he was expecting but not this charming, odd man dressed more like a professor than a fashion designer. erik feels slightly flustered and off balance and he will later attribute his next words to a temporary lack of self awareness.
“do you want to get out of here?” erik’s cheeks flush, that is not at all what he wanted to say. the spoons seem to wilt in embarrassment before falling to the table. xavier’s eyebrows rise and he smiles mischievously. “a bit forward but i’m willing to consider it.” erik facepalms. “that’s not what i- i meant that do you want to go somewhere else to eat. i don’t much care for this place.” charles smiles. “lead the way.”
when scotch-caribbean immigrant alexander hamilton steps off the boat in genosha, he finds himself swept up in a current of like minds for the first time in his life – and for a telepathic supergenius, that definitely means a lot. he meets aaron burr, another telepath, reserved, psy-shield-conscious, and not entirely obvious about where he stands on the great debate of the times: xavier vs. magneto. do they fight to protect the world that hates them, or do they fight to carve out a slice of it that will be safe for them?
meanwhile, the genotypical eliza schuyler has grown up alongside her sister, politically incandescent speedster-genius angelica church. angelica sees revolution around every corner, and she, for one, can’t wait for it, because she dreams of a world that’s safe, not just a slice of it.
it’s in a political meeting with energy blaster george washington that the sisters meet alexander and aaron, binding all five of their fates together forever when genosha burns.
they escape, barely, but now, they only have one objective left:
I normally don’t do WIP stuff, but I was so happy how this was coming out, I just had to share. <3 Yes, I’m Raphril trash but I don’t care – also, who else is completely STOKED for this game!? GAH!!!! It looks AMAZING!!!
Ok, so upon re-watching the “Mabel’s Scrapbook: Petting Zoo” short, I just got hit with a realization about the reason why Stan had a soft spot for Octavia in general, and it almost teared me to pieces.
To recap, Octavia is a cow with extra limbs. Sound familiar? There’s only one other character in the show that has extra body parts, and that character is Ford.
Upon Mabel questioning Octavia’s extra limbs on sight, Stan turns toward Sprott and somewhat aggressively asks him what was up with her. The real question was, what did he care? You could argue that it’s just Stan’s basic behavior in general, but looking back at it, I’m starting to realize that maybe his behavior had something to do with Octavia’s extra limbs reminding him of Ford, and here’s why;
“So you wanna eat the freak to gain its mutant powers. I respect that.”
The primarily interesting thing about this line is that he refers to Octavia as a “freak,” hence her extra limbs. The point where I’m getting at is that Ford was always referred to as freak growing up (and even now) because of his extra finger, and it is interesting that Stan would make this word choice, using the word his brother was tormented with growing up to describe another character with a similar trait. The other interesting thing is the “mutant powers” bit; Ford had a rather abnormally high IQ, no?
He also seems to show somewhat of a soft side when Mabel begged him to save Octavia, and he accepted the idea with barley any argument. It was rather odd for his character, honestly.
And the last part I want to touch on, was the “She was alright for a mutant” line at the ending, which pretty much made me fall apart completely, just thinking about what Stan was possibly referring to.