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It’s hard to sneak up on a telepath or an empath, let alone someone who was both. Particularly when they were alone. Amelia could feel her father coming no matter how hard she tried to block it out. Laying on the grass at the edge of campus, Amy stares up at the clouds moving across the sky. Despite the cold, she’d been out here a while--easier to resist doing things she shouldn’t when there was fewer voices and emotions around to overwhelm her.

She turns her head to look at Scott. “Hey.”

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“I’m gonna pass on that one. Sounds like a recipe for disaster.” And Amy knew what a disaster her feelings could be. She’d hurt people before, when her powers were still new. Or when they got on her bad side. She gives a sarcastic smile. “Thanks but no thanks.”

“I’m not telling you to spill all your secrets to me,” M’gann explained. “I’m just saying it’s healthy to release your feelings somehow, talk to someone. Hell, even keep a journal.”

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“But I thought her clone could fly? Lemme get this right-” He, too, had been drinking. And this wasn’t, as some would say, his best look. Drinking in a bar with an ex girlfriend on a Monday afternoon- not even evening. But as any mom of facebook from his zumba group would corroborate- he’d had a bad case of the mondays. “the clone can fly. But she can’t fly. Or has the clone always not been able to fly and I’ve gotten that part wrong.” He sat on that thought for a minute. “huh. has the clone..never been able to fly?”

Amy frowns and then laughs. “Maybe. I’m pretty sure, yeah.” She downs the end of her drink, feeling the alcohol buzzing through her system. Numbing her powers until she didn’t have to notice everyone around her. “She can’t fly. And the clone.... I don’t think she can fly. It wouldn’t make sense, would it? Yeah.” She sits down heavily and sighs. Emotions began to permeate her buzz, and she frowns. She knows the feeling of those emotions. Of that mind. She looks at Gerry, frowning.

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@ofgerrys​ said:  “ she can fly?”

“No, no, don’t be stupid. She can’t fly. I’m pretty sure, anyway. Not without some fancy equipment anyway.” Amy shrugs, looking up at Gerry with a lazy smile. It was far easier to forget how he’d hurt her, to push away the pain from seeing him, with a drink in hand. “Not unless something’s changed anyway.”

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Amy was a little surprised that Jean wasn’t disappointed in her. Nor angry. That was a change to how most people reacted. She wasn’t an idiot, even without her empathy power she could see it in them. Jean’s reaction almost stumped the unshakeable young woman. Almost. “Well, she can read mine sometimes, so...” She’d fought against the idea of needing help, telling everyone including herself that she could kick this alone. She’s fine, nothing and no one touched her. But she slipped up. Again.

* closed starter for @cffrostsummers​ / “it was a lie. to get drugs.”

“i see.” she wasn’t disappointed. jean didn’t have much of a right to that, when it came to amy, and terror the thought of what emma would have done if she had dared think she did. she was not amy’s mother, and it wasn’t in her nature to try and insert herself into such a place ; but she shared scott’s blood, and jean was a woman known for her capacity for love. amy was no exception. “if this is an issue, amelia…- i’m not scott, and i’m not emma, and your mother… much as she may try, sometimes, can’t read my thoughts. i’m IMPARTIAL, so to speak, and a safe bet if you…- if you’d like to speak to someone.” 

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AESTHETIC MEME  •  [ 2 / 9 ]  CHARACTERS  •  EMMA FROST 

The former White Queen of the Hellfire Club, EMMA FROST is a powerful mutant telepath who can transform herself into organic diamond. She has become an prominent member among the X-Men. A gifted teacher, Emma is renowned for her beauty, wit, and revealing attire.

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“trust me, sweetheart, i can take care of them without having them IMPOSING upon my afterlife,” she tutted, trusting her daughter’s intelligence enough to know she knew that much already. deciding to hell with the paperwork scattered before her - she was already distracted - emma leant forwards, her blue eyes narrowing just enough that it seemed dangerous. “heaven knows i’ve taught you enough that you should be capable of dealing with your problems on your OWN, amelia, but…- would you LIKE for me to do something?”

Amy rolls her eyes with a sigh. “I know. I was kidding.” If she were anyone else, it’d be wise to be wary of the way Emma narrows her eyes at her, but as her daughter, Amelia wasn’t put off. A sly grin comes over her face and she shakes her head. “I can handle it. You’ve taught me just fine.”

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“Hey there, stranger,” Amy says, a sly smile spreading over her features as she recognises Manon standing at a stall at the winter market. “Didn’t know you were here. It’s been a while.” @qupids

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Amy was the daughter of Emma Frost, she had been brought up in wealth and sophistication. She knew money in a person when she saw them, even without her powers. In clothes, in hair and nails, and in attitude. It wasn’t even a conscious thing, she just knew. But Amy had always been perceptive; it allowed her to manipulate people. On the other hand, the other girl seemed not to see what Amy saw. She snorts as the girl waves her down and offers her fifty dollars, shaking her head. “I’m not your worker. Certainly not for fifty bucks.”

winona already hated this place. she imagined it is a record for her. she was a beautiful heir to a crime empire worth more money most people would possess in multiple lives, but now… she was here. she was the girl who’s secrets were made into memes on people’s instagram explore pages. and, she was also the girl who was entirely lost. she flagged down the nearest person with a wave of a red-nailed hand. ( ha, ha, ha. ) ❝ do you work here ? ❞ they were outside. that was such a vague question, but winnie didn’t quite… how do you say, care. ❝ look, either way, i’ll give you fifty dollars to help me out. ❞

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@volatileforces said:  ‘ I know this world can suck, but at least it’s real. ‘

“Real.” Amy sighs. “This world is a lot easier if you act like it’s not real though.”

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Amelia doesn’t scare easily, and certainly not when she knows her mum isn’t actually about to scold her. She knows Emma better than that. “Because then you could take care of them and I wouldn’t have to deal with them for five minutes.”

* closed starter for @cffrostsummers / “i don’t even believe in hell and i hope they go straight there.” 

“amelia, darling-” it seemed, for a moment, as if emma was going to scold her. voice cutting, as always, the elder frost raised her chin ( all the better to see her daughter, sat before her ), expression a MASK. she seemed to consider for a moment which way to take her words… and then, slowly, her white smeared lips lifted at the corners. “why on earth would you wish them unto ME?”

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Amy opens her door to a very Cat. Even before she opened the door, she could feel it, her mind fuzzy from the alcohol. “Nothing, huh?” she says with a sly grin. “I generally drink to not feel everything, so I don’t know.” The way Cat kept rambling was almost like a direct stream from her brain. No filter. Amy shakes her head. “No,” she lies, without a second thought. She had Cat’s keys in her room, but Cat was too drunk to tell her that. 

Trying to find her keys to no avail, Cat stumbled the few yards to Amy’s dorm room haphazardly before knocking. “So, I think it might, quite possibly, be scientifically impossible for me to get drunk.” She pointed out sloppily, holding up a large, practically empty bottle of whiskey in one hand. “I went to a bar first, and then this, and…nothing. You’re meant to feel something, right?” Her words came out half-slurred and tumbling one after the other. A part of her brain screamed to just stop talking, but the other, drunker part had given up on listening. “and I think I called some themed party guy dressed like Captain America at the bar my mom, but I told him not to tell you—also do you know where my keys are–”

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ohhh boy. she didn’t need to verbally admit that she had royally messed up - reeva’s expression said it all. she wasn’t THINKING. even faking it, her mind had been half a world away ( read as: one world, through the veil ). she might’ve carried on for quite a while like that, not even realizing who she was actually speaking to, if it hadn’t been for those words. “i meant - nickel shots of… water. the less fun shot. that’s why they’re a nickel. i don’t think you’d be into it.”

Amy rolls her eyes at her sister’s attempts to cover her slip up. “Reeva, I saw the signs too, I know what’s happening. It’s not a big deal.” It wasn’t that she wasn’t tempted--she definitely was--or that she didn’t want to go. But Amy had never been great at asking for help, or admitting she had a problem. It didn’t fit with the composed Frost image she’d had as a kid, nor the party queen one she’d cultivated as she grew older. So Reeva apologising for mentioning something normal made Amy uncomfortable. Especially when she could feel Reeva’s regret.

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“You’re not the only one,” Amy chuckles. “Going for the ironic costume, are we?” she asks, looking Grace up and down. “How’s it going?”

Grace had never been overly fond of Halloween. The jump scares, the requirement of costumes…she’d simply never understood the appeal of it. Yet here she was at the carnival, a pair of white wings and a matching halo accessorizing the otherwise mundane white lace dress. “I feel ridiculous.”

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“God, that would be hilarious. Mind numbingly annoying. But hilarious.” Amy didn’t particularly want to do more than imagine it though; being around that many annoyed people would only send her annoyance through the roof. No, much better to be where people were enjoying themselves.

“I actually had someone complain to me about me playing my chemical romance, and another like five people ask me what ‘that weird band’ was,” Brynjar huffed. “I swear, next year I’m playing the monster mash for 8 hours. Then we can talk about vibes being killed.”

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Charli XCX by Renata Raksha for Fader Magazine