#fatummortem

[positivelybeastly]

♔ -  pajamas / bedtime outfit (any Beast/Hank c:)

Answered here, but!

I also want to give a shoutout to what Hank was wearing when he was being really goddamn gay with Bobby.

I like to call these the gay-jamas.

On a more headcanon note - honestly, if Hank can get away with it, I can absolutely see him lounging around naked. All of that fur? He absolutely has to be boiling and feeling restricted in any kind of clothing, really.

Speaking as someone who gets overheated when I sleep and have to sleep nude, I don't see Hank as the person who can bear to have more than extremely thin covers and no clothes on when he's trying to get comfortable for bed. You obviously can't communicate that in comics, but the man's covered in thick blue fur 24/7, you wanna try and tell me he sleeps with bedclothes in the summer?

[themarvelliteraryuniverse]

Professionals in Paradise || @fatummortem

"Answer me, you asshole." Reno unlocks his phone for the eight time in five minutes, swiping away Cactuar Crush notifications and opening his messages even though he knows there's nothing new. His last message to Rude still sits at the bottom of their chat, read four hours ago. Nothing. Not even the bubble with the dancing dots to tell him Rude was typing something. Fucking dick. "Tch."

He drops the phone on the bar, one heel hooked on the ring at the base of his bar stool while his other leg stretched out to shove the seat beside him away when another asshole tried to sidle on over with a hopeful grin. His first few nights in town, he indulged the other tourists. Took the offered drinks, played the game, fucked his fair share until he sobered up and did it all again. Not like he was gonna see any of them again- wasn't that the magic of vacation? It really was no strings attached.

But, now, he was bored. And over it. And wanted Rude to fucking respond. He sipped his Mai Tai, eyes sliding back to the phone. It wasn't even a risky text! He didn't flirt with him. Right? Frowning, Reno opened his phone for the ninth time in five minutes and reread what he wrote, just to be sure he didn't accidentally declare his undying homoerotic love for his partner or something. No.

They had gotten into it a few nights ago about how unfair it was that Reno got stuck on leave when it was Rude who really needed the psych eval here. Was he still mad about that? Reno said sorry! He idly scrolled up, the thin stirring straw hanging from closed lips. Oh. He didn't. Well, fine, he wasn't sorry anyway.

Pushing his glass towards the other side of the bar, Reno stood and shoved his phone in his pocket. He had to do something else. Sitting around and drinking and agonizing over his damn phone wasn't helping his reportedly 'volatile mental state'. Maybe he should shut the damn thing off and leave it in the hotel. If the Boss really wanted to get ahold of him, he'd find a way.

He made it half way there when a group of overly enthusiastic concierge girls stopped him. Giggling and cooing and something about Amor. Most of it went right over his head, he was just smiling and flirting and trying to talk his way out of it so he could get to his hotel and be rid of the cursed item and its silence.

"You really look so lonely," One preened.

"Like someone who's lost his other half!"

Reno's smile hardens, lips pulled back to reveal pointed teeth now. He doesn't like that. But before he can say anything, the girls come closer and grab his arms to drag him towards the stage. He reaches for a weapon that isn't there and gets a number card shoved in his hands.

"But that's okay! You can find a new half! No one should vacation alone!"

It wasn't his choice. To vacation alone or take part in this stupid thing. But he hadn't looked at his phone in five minutes... So, maybe, he can make time for the stupid shit.

[detectivewoof]

@fatummortem old man and blue girl

Well, he hadn’t meant to be staring but some things couldn’t be helped apparently. It was rude, and he really should know better from how he got whenever people watched him and his eating habits but come on. Blue. 

And maybe there was a tick of something in the back of Manny’s head that couldn’t help but wonder if she was that thing that lived in the reservoir but—no. That was silly. Time to just shake his head and swallow the sweet bread in his hands. Stop being weird, Manny. 

“Hey--uh...” A quick jog over, and maybe mentally Manny was a bit thankful that not so many people were around at this time of night. “Y’ need a hand over there?” 

[bothsidesofaquestion]

dash commentary

“You all flexing? What’s the occasion?”

[heavensbled]

@fatummortem

Sitting in the chapel waiting...and waiting...and waiting would drive him insane. He'd tried reasoning with himself, telling himself there's method to the madness, that something had to give right? It always did. Always something.

She had to have known then. That he wouldn't stay put for the life of him. He had a taste of what was coming, no way in hell was he letting Cloud face it alone.

The thought of him alone stirs him to his feet and, shoulders aching still, he heads for the door. Something's calling to him beyond it. Someone. And he can't leave his work to someone else.

The door swings open and he's greeted with the blighted sky, the blinding brilliance of colors like a festering wound sick with infection. Follow it. Beyond the border of the slums, beyond Kalm and into the Grasslands.

It's rough going but too hard to slow down enough to breathe when he can feel that string getting tighter like he's farther and farther away. Zack's gotta pick up the pace or he'll lose him. It's just a feeling but he's chasing it like his life depends on it. Maybe it does...maybe he can escape this doomed world and find somewhere better but-

His feet have carried him here, to the inn in Costa where it feels as if any moment he'll turn around and see Him. He spends the day searching but there's nothing. Barely anyone around. Those who stayed have accepted there's nothing left but to enjoy what they failed to all their short years alive. The moment.

When Zack retires to his room the revelation falls heavy on his shoulders and he lays on his side facing the window. His eyes shut and he drifts.

Some time in the night, he's awoken. No sound, no knock at the door, nothing is the cause but- he feels it. That presence. Feels it laying next to him like there should be a live person sharing the bed but...

He's alone. He's made sure. Frowning, he rolls over to face the doorway when it catches his eye. A shimmer. Faint and opalescent. Something- someone is on the other side. Golden hair pressed into his pillow, lithe form moulded to his mattress. He sucks in a breath and fights the urge to blink.

"Cloud?"

[lilmelvin]

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears (rosie)

Angst Hours // Still Accepting @fatummortem

Oh, no, no, no, no. Something in her head that almost sounded like Raven says to take a deep breath, to breathe in and out- but her hyperventilating doesn't stop. Past logic and rational. That all went out the window when she woke up to a shattered window and a shadowy gorilla shape with it's fist through the broken glass.

The truth is, it's not the first time Bobby had punched a shadowy figure before. They turned to dust upon impact with her fully formed friend. Or maybe it was the waking up to call for him that really did it. She was never calm enough to analyze. Melvin's nightmare problem was the box in her mind she shoved under the bed. Don't think about it, don't talk about it. Don't wonder what could happen if one was just a little more real. Just clean up the mess before a grown-up arrives.

That last step hadn't had enough time since Rose had already been there. So even despite the comforting gesture of Rose leaning down to wipe her tears, more just kept coming as the panic sunk further in.

"It was an accident! I swear! You can't tell them, please, please, Rose. What if they won't keep me as a Titan? I can get better! I promise. I promise."

[lightfaithed]

@fatummortem

Bustling bars were places Obi-Wan used to frequent occasionally when he had still been younger. As a Master to a Padawan, he had gotten too busy and had frankly also lost the need to go and drink with random strangers. But since he was already here and Anakin was well taken care of, he might as well try to have a nice evening.

He wormed his way over to the counter and settled on an empty stool. Not familiar with any of this planet's drinks, Obi-Wan studied the menu and then ordered something that sounded like it could be similar to drinks he knew he enjoyed.

As the bartender mixed his drink, Obi-Wan extended his senses and read the establishment's patrons. He felt lust coming from those who were here to find a lover and joy from those who were here with friends. He also felt sadness and grief from those who were drinking their concerns away. All of these were very relatable feelings, especially in a bar, but something was off.

Sitting a few empty stools next to him was a young blond man. He felt..complicated. If Obi-Wan didn't know any better, he felt like two people at the same time. There was great conflict in him, boiling like unstable lava. It was none of his business, and yet Obi-Wan couldn't quell his need of wanting to help the man. At the very least Obi-Wan could help him put a name to his emotions.

When the bartender handed him his drink, Obi-Wan got off his stool and moved to sit next to the blond man. "Hello there," Obi-Wan smiled. "Since the seat next to you was empty, I took the liberty of moving over to you. I hope that's alright with you?"

[dementedspeedster]

△ + "Give me the real dirt, which hero would you like to punch the most, Virginal."

Accepting || Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character @fatummortem (Rose)

"That's a 0 out of 10 question, first off. And second, I'd have to say...The Flash. West, specifically. Obvious, I know, but I just really hate him."

[immortalmuses]

@fatummortem sent: “   Currently considering becoming a bother and a nuisance, maybe even a menace or a rascal. ” (Ry @ James) (for real this time 😊)

ㅤㅤㅤJames isn't sure why Ryouta is telling him this now (is it a playful warning? Because Proudstar considers him the opposite of a nuisance, really), but it still makes the taller mutant laugh. He pauses in unloading supplies, bracing his elbow on a crate and looking Ry over with a smirk.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Y'know, you kinda sound like your sister right now?" James doesn't bother clarifying which one (It's Gabby), just flashes the other mutant a shit-eating grin. "...It's cute."

[hxllblazer]

@fatummortem and probably daken || sc!

“Don’t--don’t touch it.” He’s already slapping the hand away and honestly? Wasn’t like John could blame the guy for getting curious about the scar. It was pretty obvious looking, angry and unhealed and marked down the left side of his face, and apparently still irritated at the slightest touch. 

Probably due to whatever the comb was made out of. Probably whatever weird fleshy amalgamation passed for metal in hell. Honestly? He never thought much about it. 

“’m serious.” This time he batted the hand away, albeit a bit sharper than intended. “You’re not hearing the story, alright? ‘specially if you’re gonna be this annoying about it.” 

[positivelybeastly]

Silent Scream (bobby, wanna chance to yell at bobby Hank? if you're still doing this? c:)

"You see, your essential problem, Iceman, is that you are so incredibly, definitively, awe inspiringly stupid."

It's not an out of character line from the Director of X-Force, but considering the fact that they're within earshot of the world's best and brightest, within earshot of press and Avengers and celebrities, it is still - unexpected, to be sure. After the mess with the Terra Verdean delegation was sorted out, it appears, judging by the slight whiff of alcohol about him, that Beast has elected to avail himself of the bar.

Not that he needs alcohol to be unpleasant, of course, but it does help.

"And you see, it's always been that way. I would almost have to admire your commitment to the bit, if said bit wasn't one of the most irksome, unpleasant, and tiring performances I've ever seen in my entire life. Your ice form - not even your idea. That was Cyclops' suggestion, decades ago. Your ability to control both temperature and moisture - something that had to be pointed out to you by the Professor.

And, of course, the big one, the one that you had to have spelled out for you by our esteemed Marvel Girl. That must have been embarrassing for you. In fact, they all must have been just so very embarrassing for you. So obvious in hindsight, and yet you were completely blind, content to stumble on in your milquetoast mediocrity like a particularly uninspiring zombie until someone took you by the nose and forced you to think."

The Beast swirls his glass, a kind of animation in his eyes and voice and manner that's rare to see in him ever since he took on the task of protecting Krakoa from all who would harm it. He knocks back the whiskey before he all but discards the crystal glass on the nearest surface, only good, solid craftsmanship stopping it from shattering.

"Yet here you stand. Unashamed. Unashamed of your stupidity. Unashamed of the fact that everything special about you was gifted to you by either your genetics, or by someone else. None of it as a result of hard work, or application of self, or actual intelligence. Were it not for your luck to be a mutant, you would be living the kind of braindead, thoroughly unremarkable life that most of the human sheep are content to live.

I mean, accountancy? Really?"

His laugh is singularly cruel, singularly unpleasant, and Bobby might well be vaguely aware that Sage and Logan are slowly creeping a little closer, just in case the furry mutant takes another turn. But they needn't worry.

He's nearly done.

"Some of us are content to be led to what is great about us, Iceman. Others seize it. Others embrace it. Others . . ."

He brings up his massive blue hands and puts them on Bobby's shoulders, his fingers twitching like he wants to wrap them around his throat, and off in the distance, Scott, Warren and Jean all tense.

"Others wake up on their own, without having to be told. I can't believe I ever let you hold me back. Every moment I ever spent with you was a waste of time, and this is all you'll ever get from me, ever again."

He pushes Bobby away, turns on his heel, and leaves, intent on stalking back to his habitat alone.

One less distraction, now.

[chaoticwithin]

@fatummortem ∣ 🍭

"Well, where they been hidin' you, gorgeous?." As jovial as the man might seem, he was actually being genuine, even if it was the first time Hicks met someone who was blue. He could only presume that she was also a mutant, though there was every possibility that he was wrong. Werewolves existed so what else was out there that he hadn't come across yet? He didn't even have much experience around fellow mutants, none that he'd been aware of, at least. Was it worth the risk of admitting that out loud? When would he get a chance another time if he didn't try? "So, if I'm 'bout to insult ya without meanin' to, feel free to gimme a good ol' slap, but, uh... don't s'pose you're one of us mutants?"

[themarvelliteraryuniverse]

❛  do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ?  ❜ (bobby @ scot)

I think you've wasted your potential on stupid jokes and pranks and as much as I wanted to ask you to take my place as leader, I'm not sure you're ready.

But that was rude. And that wouldn't be productive. So Scott just clears his throat and gestures to the corner of his own mouth. "You have something right there, Drake."

[1mpulsee]

△ + "If you were challenged to not use your speed for 24 hours, what weapon would you choose?" (rosie)

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character — accepting !!

❝ tank . ❞

1/10, easy choice .

[gcldfanged]

fatummortem:

Isn't that 8. The job requirements?

That's a good point: Tseng is the cool and scary one, Rude is the buff and bald one, Elena is the plucky and annoying one, Reno is the funny and mouthy one, so Jae's the tiny and mean one (I THINK he's legit shorter than everyone I just mentioned, LOL)

[emmatriarchy]

(continued from here & here, ten year jump) There's no Bobby to be seen, there is however a huge umbrella notched into a small stand made of ice, it's gently rocking with the breeze. Within it's shade there are pillows, they're long & sinfully soft, enough for Christian to lay on if he wishes. At the other side of the pillows there's a small rectangle box that looks as if it's made of ice, it's not, but the texture of it is realistic enough to be. Ontop of the box there's a small weighted card reading 'Did you message me where you'd like to give me your answer?'

Upon opening the box, Chri will find it filled with frosted white lily petals. At the center he'll find a small white ring box with a note just beneath it reading, 'Want to be legally Frosty together?' Laying beneath the card is a smaller one that reads, 'We could chill with cuddles instead.'

If Christian tries to text or call Bobby while still outside, he might hear the low buzzing of his phone. Giving away the fact he's hiding somewhere nearby.

Christian is following the clues, wondering where his boyfriend has gone. The past years have had their challenges, but he thinks that they came out stronger together on the other side.

He picks up the card asking if he messaged Bobby, and he realized he hadn't. Oh well, he could check this box and note before texting him.

Legally Frosty. What...? Is Bobby really asking him what he thinks? His eyebrows raise as he checks the ring. It is... so perfect. He can feel tears welling up in his eyes, although he never really thought he would cry if it happened. If Bobby proposed.

But here he is, getting emotional and the man is not even in sight.

Box in a hand, he uses the other to fiddle with his phone, calling Bobby. If the man answers, Christian's opening line will be "you jerk, didn't you promise you'd never make me cry?"