simply-a-professor

[simply-a-professor]

I also have

@mutantontheloose @lightemupsja @they-call-me-birdsong @they-call-me-ricochet @themagneticbarnes @stream-fire @iamslipstream

//*laughing in mod*

Okay, so my good moot @plasmas-arcade has been working on a Marvel rp blog list, and there trying to add more xmen to it.

That being said, were my fellow x-men roleplayers at?

[simply-a-professor]

I return the hug with a smile.

“I mean it. Welcome home. Now settle in, shower or anything you need. We can catch up later.”

//RP//

I take a deep breath, sighing. I stare at the door, and I know knocking is easy, but right now, it feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Even just looking at the steps to the building almost made me turn right around. Goddamn, I need a drink. Or a smoke. Something, because I really don’t want to think about anything that might happen once I bang on that door. The door that took me in, only for me to crap on their invitation and leave. I can’t do that again, and I won’t.

They have every right to turn me away. God, they should. I would. I don’t deserve to come crawling back like this, it’s pathetic, and I betrayed their trust, so why would they ever even want to see me? I don’t deserve their kindness, or generosity. What was the point in even coming, they’ll probably cast me out. They likely don’t even want to see me. I hurt them, after all

I raise my hand, hesitantly. My bag is slung over my shoulder, and as I’m debating putting my hand down and never coming back, I see the glint of the gold ring on my finger, and I realize that I can’t do that anymore. I can’t keep running from everything, as ironic as that seems. I have people worth standing still for, someone I made a promise to, and I don’t want to break those promises anymore.

So, I exhale, slowly and controlled, one hand on my bag strap, holding the little that I own, before knocking on the door of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. I do it for everyone I let down.

@theincrediblenightcrawlerr @simply-a-professor

[simply-a-professor]

“It’s alright Peter. Now, your room hasn’t been touched, did you want to settle in?”

//RP//

I take a deep breath, sighing. I stare at the door, and I know knocking is easy, but right now, it feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Even just looking at the steps to the building almost made me turn right around. Goddamn, I need a drink. Or a smoke. Something, because I really don’t want to think about anything that might happen once I bang on that door. The door that took me in, only for me to crap on their invitation and leave. I can’t do that again, and I won’t.

They have every right to turn me away. God, they should. I would. I don’t deserve to come crawling back like this, it’s pathetic, and I betrayed their trust, so why would they ever even want to see me? I don’t deserve their kindness, or generosity. What was the point in even coming, they’ll probably cast me out. They likely don’t even want to see me. I hurt them, after all

I raise my hand, hesitantly. My bag is slung over my shoulder, and as I’m debating putting my hand down and never coming back, I see the glint of the gold ring on my finger, and I realize that I can’t do that anymore. I can’t keep running from everything, as ironic as that seems. I have people worth standing still for, someone I made a promise to, and I don’t want to break those promises anymore.

So, I exhale, slowly and controlled, one hand on my bag strap, holding the little that I own, before knocking on the door of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. I do it for everyone I let down.

@theincrediblenightcrawlerr @simply-a-professor

[simply-a-professor]

“But you have a second chance all the same.”

//RP//

I take a deep breath, sighing. I stare at the door, and I know knocking is easy, but right now, it feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Even just looking at the steps to the building almost made me turn right around. Goddamn, I need a drink. Or a smoke. Something, because I really don’t want to think about anything that might happen once I bang on that door. The door that took me in, only for me to crap on their invitation and leave. I can’t do that again, and I won’t.

They have every right to turn me away. God, they should. I would. I don’t deserve to come crawling back like this, it’s pathetic, and I betrayed their trust, so why would they ever even want to see me? I don’t deserve their kindness, or generosity. What was the point in even coming, they’ll probably cast me out. They likely don’t even want to see me. I hurt them, after all

I raise my hand, hesitantly. My bag is slung over my shoulder, and as I’m debating putting my hand down and never coming back, I see the glint of the gold ring on my finger, and I realize that I can’t do that anymore. I can’t keep running from everything, as ironic as that seems. I have people worth standing still for, someone I made a promise to, and I don’t want to break those promises anymore.

So, I exhale, slowly and controlled, one hand on my bag strap, holding the little that I own, before knocking on the door of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. I do it for everyone I let down.

@theincrediblenightcrawlerr @simply-a-professor

[simply-a-professor]

“Then take your second chance. It may take time but you can rebuild here Peter.”

//RP//

I take a deep breath, sighing. I stare at the door, and I know knocking is easy, but right now, it feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Even just looking at the steps to the building almost made me turn right around. Goddamn, I need a drink. Or a smoke. Something, because I really don’t want to think about anything that might happen once I bang on that door. The door that took me in, only for me to crap on their invitation and leave. I can’t do that again, and I won’t.

They have every right to turn me away. God, they should. I would. I don’t deserve to come crawling back like this, it’s pathetic, and I betrayed their trust, so why would they ever even want to see me? I don’t deserve their kindness, or generosity. What was the point in even coming, they’ll probably cast me out. They likely don’t even want to see me. I hurt them, after all

I raise my hand, hesitantly. My bag is slung over my shoulder, and as I’m debating putting my hand down and never coming back, I see the glint of the gold ring on my finger, and I realize that I can’t do that anymore. I can’t keep running from everything, as ironic as that seems. I have people worth standing still for, someone I made a promise to, and I don’t want to break those promises anymore.

So, I exhale, slowly and controlled, one hand on my bag strap, holding the little that I own, before knocking on the door of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. I do it for everyone I let down.

@theincrediblenightcrawlerr @simply-a-professor

[simply-a-professor]

I pause, turning back to face you and place a hand on your arm.

“There’s always been a place for you here.”

//RP//

I take a deep breath, sighing. I stare at the door, and I know knocking is easy, but right now, it feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Even just looking at the steps to the building almost made me turn right around. Goddamn, I need a drink. Or a smoke. Something, because I really don’t want to think about anything that might happen once I bang on that door. The door that took me in, only for me to crap on their invitation and leave. I can’t do that again, and I won’t.

They have every right to turn me away. God, they should. I would. I don’t deserve to come crawling back like this, it’s pathetic, and I betrayed their trust, so why would they ever even want to see me? I don’t deserve their kindness, or generosity. What was the point in even coming, they’ll probably cast me out. They likely don’t even want to see me. I hurt them, after all

I raise my hand, hesitantly. My bag is slung over my shoulder, and as I’m debating putting my hand down and never coming back, I see the glint of the gold ring on my finger, and I realize that I can’t do that anymore. I can’t keep running from everything, as ironic as that seems. I have people worth standing still for, someone I made a promise to, and I don’t want to break those promises anymore.

So, I exhale, slowly and controlled, one hand on my bag strap, holding the little that I own, before knocking on the door of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. I do it for everyone I let down.

@theincrediblenightcrawlerr @simply-a-professor

[simply-a-professor]

“Welcome home Peter.” I smile, I can sense the inner turmoil.

“Shall we go to my office?”

//RP//

I take a deep breath, sighing. I stare at the door, and I know knocking is easy, but right now, it feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Even just looking at the steps to the building almost made me turn right around. Goddamn, I need a drink. Or a smoke. Something, because I really don’t want to think about anything that might happen once I bang on that door. The door that took me in, only for me to crap on their invitation and leave. I can’t do that again, and I won’t.

They have every right to turn me away. God, they should. I would. I don’t deserve to come crawling back like this, it’s pathetic, and I betrayed their trust, so why would they ever even want to see me? I don’t deserve their kindness, or generosity. What was the point in even coming, they’ll probably cast me out. They likely don’t even want to see me. I hurt them, after all

I raise my hand, hesitantly. My bag is slung over my shoulder, and as I’m debating putting my hand down and never coming back, I see the glint of the gold ring on my finger, and I realize that I can’t do that anymore. I can’t keep running from everything, as ironic as that seems. I have people worth standing still for, someone I made a promise to, and I don’t want to break those promises anymore.

So, I exhale, slowly and controlled, one hand on my bag strap, holding the little that I own, before knocking on the door of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. I do it for everyone I let down.

@theincrediblenightcrawlerr @simply-a-professor

[simply-a-professor]

“Come in Peter.” I call, putting down the paperwork I was reading.

//RP//

I take a deep breath, sighing. I stare at the door, and I know knocking is easy, but right now, it feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Even just looking at the steps to the building almost made me turn right around. Goddamn, I need a drink. Or a smoke. Something, because I really don’t want to think about anything that might happen once I bang on that door. The door that took me in, only for me to crap on their invitation and leave. I can’t do that again, and I won’t.

They have every right to turn me away. God, they should. I would. I don’t deserve to come crawling back like this, it’s pathetic, and I betrayed their trust, so why would they ever even want to see me? I don’t deserve their kindness, or generosity. What was the point in even coming, they’ll probably cast me out. They likely don’t even want to see me. I hurt them, after all

I raise my hand, hesitantly. My bag is slung over my shoulder, and as I’m debating putting my hand down and never coming back, I see the glint of the gold ring on my finger, and I realize that I can’t do that anymore. I can’t keep running from everything, as ironic as that seems. I have people worth standing still for, someone I made a promise to, and I don’t want to break those promises anymore.

So, I exhale, slowly and controlled, one hand on my bag strap, holding the little that I own, before knocking on the door of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. I do it for everyone I let down.

@theincrediblenightcrawlerr @simply-a-professor

[simply-a-professor]

Disney Edits Part 4: Cherik

I Won’t Say I’m In Love

(I may redo this one)

[simply-a-professor]

yk it's mother's day we should have the xmen giving charles gifts/hugs because he's their mother

i only have like three seconds to draw anything but this thought made me giggle....

[simply-a-professor]

hi mr xavior!! you're kinda an inspiration 👉👈

- @lone-star-player

I must say I am flattered young man

[simply-a-professor]

He’s the possessive one not me

Pokes you aggressively

Stop it

[simply-a-professor]

Why I married him

Pokes you aggressively

Stop it

[simply-a-professor]

We envision a future where mutants and humans coexist peacefully within the bounds of the law, advancing society into a new era of harmony. With diverse needs and characteristics, we will collaborate with each mutant group to build a brighter future for all.

[simply-a-professor]

I’ll inform the staff

So, Gambit and Allen didn't end up arriving to pick my daughter Lily and I up to bring us to the mansion, but that's perfectly fine because a lovely German gentleman came by in his car and said that he would be more than happy to take us. I thanked him, loaded Lily and I's things into the trunk of his car, got in, buckled our seatbelts, and off we went. During the drive I asked the man for his name and he told me it was Erik and that he was a friend of yours and that he was a mutant, one that could manipulate and control magnetic fields, which Lily found absolutely fascinating and processed to ask Erik a million and one questions about his mutation and what he allowed him to do. We arrived at the mansion yesterday around 6:00 in the evening and needless to say, I think your friend Erik may have gained a new friend in the form of my 5 year old daughter

Ahh, well that’s fortunate….and Erik is actually my husband.

Is everything in your room to your liking? Is there anything you need?

[simply-a-professor]

So, Gambit and Allen didn't end up arriving to pick my daughter Lily and I up to bring us to the mansion, but that's perfectly fine because a lovely German gentleman came by in his car and said that he would be more than happy to take us. I thanked him, loaded Lily and I's things into the trunk of his car, got in, buckled our seatbelts, and off we went. During the drive I asked the man for his name and he told me it was Erik and that he was a friend of yours and that he was a mutant, one that could manipulate and control magnetic fields, which Lily found absolutely fascinating and processed to ask Erik a million and one questions about his mutation and what he allowed him to do. We arrived at the mansion yesterday around 6:00 in the evening and needless to say, I think your friend Erik may have gained a new friend in the form of my 5 year old daughter

Ahh, well that’s fortunate….and Erik is actually my husband.

Is everything in your room to your liking? Is there anything you need?

[simply-a-professor]

Xavierrrr… I know we don’t talk… but. X genes. They happen. If someone were to take those. And give them to a different species. Like maybe. An ant. As an example. Would anything cool happen or. Would everyone die. Those are usually the two options.

- @hanks-ant-hill

I’d have to think and do some research