#fferal

[divinamour]

    “ Your stare was holdin’! Ripped skin, muscles showin'. Hot night, blood was flowin'! Where you think you're going, baby? HEY! I just met you! And this is c r a z y~ But here’s my number... so call me maybe!”

@fferal​ 

[hraunwyf]

@fferal​

“jesus christ, what are you wearing.”

it’s never made any goddamn sense to her, the swinging pendulum of daken’s personality—dripping in blood one moment, givenchy the next. which is fair, since she does the exact same thing, but it puts her on even footing for criticism. 

even if entirely unwarranted. he looks good.

“you’re ugly as fucking sin.”

[ascnsion]

▋  𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫  .  .  .  .  .     ✨  for a random text.   𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈   @fferal​

[felinoir-a]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  (!)

❝  I'll need a couple shots of tequila, the value size bottle of lube, five large towels, and a Night Nurse approved first aid kit.  ❞

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇. [ Bring a pen and some paper too, she's gotta compare him to his daddy. ]

[emmatriarchy]

@fferal asked a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) . / @ lucas, some MARAUDERS BULLSHIT

💥 -- Lucas was not so easily flustered, but he still thought that those games were silly. And not the best use for their time. He did understand however that the others needed some distraction and an outlet to unwind.

He missed Sage and her no-nonsense attitude at times, even if she could be a little too cold for his taste. He actually missed his adventures with Remy, but it couldn't be helped. He was stuck babysitting those people, some of whom were older than he was.

He rolled his eyes when the bottle that Fang spun stopped before him. He was fairly certain that the half-Japanese man had the needed talent to rig the game.

He didn't complain and leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips, barely more than a peck, perfunctory and detached.

[arxchnoverturea]

+ @fferal​ liked for a starter from Kitty ! 

+ “ In terms of how BAD this went , I swear we’re up into the TWENTIES on a scale of one-to-TEN . “ That was an UNDERSTATEMENT . The situation had actually SORTED itself out, but considering the absolute CARNAGE that lay around them, it wasn’t going to be nearly as EASY to clean everything up. “ How did they even figure out we were here ? “ 

[divinamour]

WORSTIE RACIAL SLUR ( @fferal​ ) WANTS TO KNOW IF HE’S A SMASH OR A PASS !!

    “You’d love it if I said SMASH, wouldn’t you? It makes you S O hard thinking about me wanting you and you turning me down at every turn, doesn’t it? You’re almost bricked up, right now, waiting for me to pout and shriek and beg you to hold my hand...

  Well guess what, worstie? I LOVE you, and want you to be happy. So ‘SMASH’.” With a little blown kiss. For him!

[hraunwyf]

"What's stopping you from just playing doppelganger your entire life all the time?"

@fferal

yeah, that smile’s not friendly. “because i’d rather fucking kill myself, you idiot. you know how long i lived my life not having a single clue who the hell i actually was? i finally get to be who i am in the form i want and you think i’m gonna waste a single second fucking around in another one? i’m a trans woman,” first time she’s said those words aloud!, “and you think i wanna run around and be accused of deceiving people in the wrong body?”

[ascnsion]

𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴 𝑫𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑫  .  .  .  .  .    ❛   So. Are you still the good doctor's ball of yarn, or has she gotten bored of you yet?  ❜     𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈    @fferal​

     ▎    The mission to enter the communal kitchen for a meager ( but speedy breakfast ) of partially toasted bread and return to his quarters under five minutes proved a massive failure —  rather Noh-Varr was discovered just as he was exiting the communal area. How long had Wolverine Daken been sitting in the lounge room? The alien may have been marvelous to any commoner, but super soldier and insect DNA seemed to met its match in a tower filled with the strange and super powered. Half of him wished he could gather the courage to continue walking and ignore his teammate, but that was entirely too rude, even with the caliber of persons who surrounded him. Noh-Varr had to leave, no matter what. For the moment, he gripped the side of the plate tightly as he turned on the heels of his bare feet. Head canted to the side, and emerald eyes squinted at Daken with mixed suspicion and confusion .      

     ❝  Ball of yarn? Is that a cat joke. She’s not a cat, not that I know of.  ❞   Though the woman certainly enjoyed clawing and biting, among other things; he would never reveal intimate details however. In an attempt to remain casual, he broke off a piece of half crunchy bread with his other hand and shoved it between lips.

     ❝  Why does everyone seem to know about. . that? It was ONE night. Nothing more. We both want it that way.  ❞  Truthfully, it wasn’t all too bad. He mixed sex, and, hell, being with Captain Marvel reminded him how much he mixed both sex and intimacy. Noh was just an itch she needed to scratch, and she was. .  a learning experience.

   ❝  Feeling left out?  ❞ 

[hitsharder]

"Lester – Bullseye – had a lot to say about you, FYI. When we were besties – I mean, working together."

🦻 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ: □□□□□□□□   ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ʙᴀᴛᴛᴇʀʏ     —     ❝ yeah? ❞ There’s a bitter anger just under his skin as the name is merely spoken near him. Usual smile is tight as he sucks on his teeth for a moment. ❝ He tried to ruin my life multiple times. Dressing up as me and killing people using my name. It’s why I don’t wear a mask anymore. I guess you could say I got a lot to say about him as well. ❞ His voice ends with a grumble, annoyed and bitter.

[bothsidesofaquestion]

"Do you love me?"

misc asks | always accepting

He stops on his tracks and turns over. The corner of his lips quirks, tugs up; until his lips part to show a glimpse of his fangs.

And, he isn’t that high anymore, neither drunk. He’s in between; he is at that moment of clarity where the effect has worn out enough to start to sober up.

“Ja, I do.”

He pushes his hair off his face, the breeze is messing everything up; despite the temperature dropping, outside is still enough nice to enjoy the night, butt naked. The party downstairs isn’t loud enough anymore, many were gone or perhaps they have passed out already, is late.

“I know I’m obvious,” he wraps his arms around himself. “You just want me to say it, you want to hear it from my lips.” He looks into Daken’s eyes. Kurt knows he has him wrapped around his -dick- finger and Kurt is an idiot, he’s let himself go there, sunk deep and to fuck everything up.

“I don’t give a fuck if you don’t love me back though.” He adds.

He might be sobering already but that little buzz he still has going on helps him to be blunt and as vulgar as he wouldn’t allow himself if he was fully sober.

“I’ll probably love you until I die.” He walks closer but he stops before getting to the couch where Akihiro is resting; instead, he dives into the large jacuzzi that’s at that balcony.

“Then, when the egg cracks und Professor Wack reinstalls my mind, I will love you again.” He reaches for a bottle of the most expensive champagne and drinks half of it in one go.

“I’m going to ask them not to bring me back the next time.” He adds with a broad smile then, he licks the mouth of the bottle, swirling his tongue around it, obscenely.

And he sinks into the water until he disappears…

That’s all he wants to do.

To stop existing.

[fatummortem]

@fferal​ asked:  "I wonder how Laura does it," Daken tells Ryouta, scrutinizing his face -- the gentle dissimilarities. He reaches out -- tries to take his chin. "Dealing with all those clones. I wonder if they disappoint her. What could have been? I guess she's too neutral to judge them on being less. I, however..." Accepting

        Ryouta blue eyes flick over to Daken when he speaks, his scowl turning into a quirked brow at the mention of Laura. His arm raises with a graceful quickness to block that reaching hand while avoiding the possible threat of his claws & tries to push it away. There’s no way he’s going to let the other him inspect him like he’s some type of cattle. Those blue eyes flash with a predatory warning at the other version of himself. “ Knowing Laura, there’s a chance she just sees them as family.” If how she treats Gabby is any indication, maybe even as her children. Gabby does have this air about her that makes it easy to view her that way.

        A slow dark smirk curves over his lips. “ I think this is where you say something profoundly insulting or are you just letting my imagination do all the work?”

[emmatriarchy]

@fferal liked for Hepzibah

🐈 -- Zee rarely came to earth anymore. After the (temporary) death of Chris at the hands of one of his sons and the fling with the Proudstar boy, she tried to avoid setting foot planetside. It was inevitable at times, such as today.

She stood off to the side as Chris talked with Scott, Alex, and a few X-people. She sipped some alcohol from a flask she usually kept on her, waiting for the chitchat to be over so that they could go on and maybe have fun.

It was lucky none of the humans and mutants could read pheromones, as she was bored and she knew any one of her species would pick up on that. They were very few survivors, and she hadn't seen another Mephitisoid in over a decade.

[kira--romanova]

𝐃𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 // @fferal sent in:

❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . (claws)

❛ Shit foreplay, don't you think? ❜ Kira sneered, keeping her eyes locked on Daken. The claws cold against her throat, she tried to slide to the side. Kira could feel he just held her tighter — she could feel his laughter against her side as she dragged in a deep breath— and pressed her hand against his stomach, wielding a switchblade.

❛ Now this... ❜ Kira spoke, gritting her teeth ❛ Is a real Mexican standoff ❜

[eyeless-smiles]

🍷

It is rare that the Corinthian ever partakes in the consumption of mutant's eyes. They tend to be unreliable. Providing all the euphoria of their memories but with a hint of something more. Sometimes it is only a light buzz that affects his mind in the aftermath. Other times, it is a disorienting hit that he can only attribute to a similar sensation to mortal drunkenness.

Alcohol and drugs cannot affect the Nightmare. But consuming mutant eyes seems to replicate the affects he has often seen in men who've consumed one too many drinks.

So that's what he calls it. Drunkenness.

And that's where he finds himself now. Addled and disoriented and honestly, having a great fucking time. He staggers momentarily before he can catch himself against a wall. Where is he? He isn't sure. It appears to be an empty backroom lounge of a rather lavish bar. How did he get in here? He vaguely remembers entering with some cute blue eyed twink. He must have lost him at some point. Or eaten him. That would explain his current inebriation. He hadn't realized the boy was a mutant.

The Nightmare raises its head with crooked glasses tipped on the bridge of his nose when a stranger enters the room. And he cocks his blond locks with a wide grin revealing pearly white teeth.

"Hello handsome." he coos, taking in the strangers gorgeous appearance as he manages to shift his weight off of the wall and back onto his feet.

@fferal

[divinamour]

    “You HAVE to hold my hand, or no one will believe this for a second!”

@fferal​ || a SUPPORTER. OF WOMEN!!