#nerdynanny ;; morph

[argentarrogance]

Morph's just gonna turn into Quicksilver and point at him like the meme they'd seen about Spider-Man.

@nerdynanny

'' I lowkey wanted to be dramatic, gasp, and use 'Et tu, Morph?' on you, but I'll just lay down, and pretend there are not two most handsome men in one room; me and me again. ''

[snkts]

“How could you leave?” have a villain!morph frustrated that they were left behind

Oh, no. No, no, no. How did this happen? For that matter - what the fuck happened? What the fuck happened? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-? 

Why was it so quiet? Why was it quiet? Why was it-? 

…

Why was there so much blood? 

What had happened? He could barely breathe. The air was thick. It was putrid. Rancid, reeking, blood and pain and sweat and fear and tears and the acrid stench of absolute misery. His family. Oh, God, this is his family. And they just left them there. They just left the bodies of his family where they’d been slaughtered. Not just the staff, but the students, too. The children. 

All of them. 

They’d all just been left to rot. And he’d let it happen. He’d left them behind. He’d ignored them. He’d done this. 

This was his fault. 

He barely heard Morph approach. He wasn’t listening. He couldn’t focus on anything but what was before him. They’re dead. They’re all dead. (They died because he wasn't there for them.  They died because he didn't answer them. They’re dead because of him.) 

(He killed them.)

(This is his fault.) 

He’s got a body in his arms now. He doesn't remember picking it up. 

…

It.

He felt sick. He’s looking down at the little face without seeing it. He’s shaking. He wipes the blood away and feels his chest constrict. He can’t breathe. Why didn’t he come back? Why didn’t he…? 

He looks up when Morph speaks. 

“I-” He tries and fails to put a sentence together. Tears cut through the crimson stains on his face but he doesn’t notice. All he notices is how cold, and heavy, and still the student in his arms is.

“I didn’t know.”

[aston1sh1ng]

₊🐜❜ ( @nerdynanny said  〉

“Oh this is so rad. You’re an Avenger, right?” Morph had taken a more human form on rather than their usual grey skin. It made interacting with the “normies” easier. Especially given how permeating anti-mutant sentiment was lately. “Big fan. I’m Kevin— could you sign this trading card for me? I just gotta get you and Captain America and my collection is complete!”

How baffling it is to have anything in common between himself and Captain America - even if only in the fact that this random person is yet to collect their signatures. There are a few blank blinks, there, as he processes the request, not quite privy to the positively-inclined recognition of an Avengers fan. Usually, people are pretty upset about the whole 'ex-con kinda works alongside my favorite superheroes' thing.

"I am on the roster if that's what you mean." he's not quite sure he's earned - or even wants to earn - the status of a full-timer: a real hardcore Avenger to fawn over. The same way that he wouldn't say he was part of the fantastic four, just someone that subbed in and had a lengthier stay than anticipated. "But, hey, nice to meet you, Kevin. Wouldn't want your collection to be incomplete!" he chirps, taking old of the trading card but then halting for a second and letting a hand brush up to rub against the back of his neck. "You, uh, you got a pen on ya, Kev? This suit's not exactly built to store one of those."

[emmatriarchya]

Remy poured the cake batter into a mold, and placed it in the oven, avoiding to answer impulsively.

He let his teammate vent, and finally turned to face them. Remy tried to keep his face neutral, and he reached for a beer that Morph was offering.

"I don't. Deserve better. She's better than I ever deserved. Only fair that she ain't returnin' my feelings."

And if Rogue ever changed her mind and decided to give him a chance regardless of his past, of his shortcomings, he would welcome her with open arms.

"He don't deserve her either."

He cranked the beer open and took a swig, looking out the window, into the darkness of the night.

"Logan's a fool though. He should give ya a chance. Jean never looked at him the way she looks at the fearless leader. Should cut his losses an' realize you're there for him."

"You ever love somebody so much-- borderline die for them and they just-- don't even notice you like that?" Morph blurted it out-- the moment the offer was made they let out that vent. It was frustrating-- watching Logan go all goo-goo eyed for a married woman.

And now Scott had two of them! Double the Jean. That bastard had the best of everything-- and Morph felt envious of it.

Why couldn't Logan look at them like he looked at Jean?

"It's stupid. Love is stupid. You get it, right? Rogue's all up on the new boss and you're over here like chopped liver."

Morph turned their attention back to Remmy-- they hadn't gotten super close as teammates, both rather busy with their respective other halves, but they had far more in common than most members.

"You deserve better. It's hard to let go of the person you've loved for so long though. Nothin' a little liquor can't cure." Morph moved to the fridge, pulling out two beers-- wiggling one toward the Cajun.

"I know it's like-- three in the morning, but it's five o'clock somewhere."

[stcries]

@nerdynanny wrote: "Grunkle Stan-- if someone was mean to me. Like-- REALLY mean to me-- would you help me beat 'em up?" Mabel looked like she'd been crying-- something had definitely gotten under her skin.

"I went to the bathroom at the diner, and this guy was all-- weird about me going to the girl's room."

"huh? what kinda question is that, of course i would! i mean, who wouldn't waste the opportunity to..." voice starts off cheerful, perhaps a little excited at the chance to get his fists dirty again. but once stan turns to face her, and he catches glimpse of those puffy red eyes? his demeanor almost immediately flips on its head.

"woah hey hey, what's wrong, kiddo?" concern instantly begins coursing through his bloodstream, kneeling down to wrap a comforting arm around her shoulder. "did... did someone actually be mean to ya?" oh he's hoping that's not the case, but the evidence was so obvious, it made his heart sink.

as soon as the explanation reaches his ears, it's like a switch is turned. once calm and concerned expression immediately morphs into one of pure disgust and anger, furry brows knotting heavily atop his forehead. oh that BASTARD! how had he done something so horrible and stan had let it slip completely under his nose!? and here he thought people had changed from his own childhood, but it seems there's a few remaining shitheads on the loose.

"pumpkin, get my brass knuckles..." oh he's not even hesitating. if this guy wanted to be an asshole, then he'd better be ready for what's coming. if there's one family you don't mess with, it's the pines. "we're gonna go pay this fella a little visit."

[emmatriarchya]

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[holyblcd]

"Hey, knife hands. You want a beer?" Morph's calling out from the kitchen to the deck, where the two had planned to hopefully relax for once. Their fearless leader and his lady wife were on a date or something, leaving the duo to their own devices.

What better way to pass the time than alcohol.

a GRUNT of approval left logan as he entered the kitchen with an eyebrow raised and a smile on his lips. " do you even need to ask? " he was notorious known for drinking absurd amounts of alcohol. the buzz disappeared if he didn't constantly heave liquor. despite being alive for so many years, he really didn't dislike any drink as long as its' magic worked, but beer was his favourite. there was NOTHING better than a cold beer after a long day (and they always had long days. trying to save people, the world and what not).

besides - there was no one that could SCOLD him (or morph) for drinking too much. the boy scout was out and about with his pretty lady. jean... heart sank, feeling heavy, if only for a moment. however, logan was glad that morph was around. they were the best thing with this damn place. made it tolerable. and he still hated that scott hade them, made him, leave morph out there so many years ago. he could never forgive himself to that. he appreciated EVERY moment they spent together, wanting to make up for the lost time. " better bring all the beers. i'll help you. " /@nerdynanny

[enrogued]

she has an inkling that he's only talking about the nonsense end of the world stuff to distract her from her emotions, but thankfully it is working. " sugah i've helped stop the actual end of the world half a dozen times at least, i'm not worried about some computer ending civilisation as we know it just cause it can't recognise the date. you know how ridiculous that sounds? "

but the sentiment is nice, that she's made the cut of people that he'd like to be with at the so called 'end of the world' that was definitely not gonna be that. " my lips are sealed, but it wouldn't hurt for them to hear somethin' nice from ya. "

she likes morph, they're fun to be around and they deserve a break after all the shit they've been through. it wouldn't hurt for them to hear that someone like spidey enjoys having them around.

" i'm starved, pizza sounds great. i know a great place in town- we can't get delivery here anymore after the defenses took out one of the delivery trucks by accident. but if you wanna go, i'll drive. "

"I've never met anyone in all my travels that wasn't special. Do you know how rare life is? Moreso today than anything else. You've heard the TV, hairspray is killing the ozone and we only got three years til Y2K." Perhaps he was drawing a bit on his personal experience when it came to the 'millennium bug'.

"All I can say is there's a shortlist of folks I'd rather ride the chaos out with. You're on it at least. Morph too-- but don't go saying anything to them." He wagged a finger at her, like a father trying to playfully scold a child.

Morph was also his type-- most folks were. Just because they were didn't mean he'd jump into a relationship. Flirting was fun. Commitment came with caution. He had to avoid attachment but he'd get attached anyway.

"Maybe we should lighten the mood. You want pizza?"

[cielsmuses]

@nerdynanny said ;;

"Jimbo!" Silver called out-- eager to put that boy back to work. He was a nosy sort, but he'd worn on the old codger a fair bit. Morph certainly seemed to like him a lot. "I got somethin' for us to do-- Captain wants us testin' the lifeboats. Looks like you an' me are goin sailin today, pup."

As soon as Jim hears his name, or the version of his name Silver insists on using, he's grimacing. Silver coming after him means that there's more work to be done. He's already bracing himself to have a mop and bucket tossed his way again when instead;

" The life boats? " He jumps down from his perch in the rigging, a slight smile on his face that threatens to break out into something actually excited. " We actually get to test them? "

[argentarrogance]

Singing in the shower was totally normal between bros. "You are, my fire~" Morph even turns their face into one of the members of that boy band for emphasis.

@nerdynanny

Aside from fluxing chlorine cyclin in mist of minute, and application of eucalyptic shaving foam something superimposed the sounds of the sprinkling shower. Pietro recognized the voice of theatrics immediately.

How terrible, freakish, absolutely bombastically-fantastic. He, Morph, the irreverent ( shower-buddy ), acclaimed for its extensive variations of derm cannot be left without cavalier companionship. One didn't even have to see Morph's shift of visage for quick-tempered to burst audacious cackle into the air. One more voice joins the steamy stage echoing from another, making the comedy duo fox-trot in range of tonality, '' -— The one desire. Believe when I say, I want it that way. ~~ '' ♪ Their rich singing now acoustically bouncing in double across condensation of the place.

Past participle of stave, sequence of lift and set, sculpted posture active in kinetic move with steps so cat-like, they float, gliding even over dislodged tiles as if he owns each one of them. He loves it, in dance and foolery the Mercury lives. The inhabitants of X-mansion must have thought what is it with Tuesday and Backstreet boys ...

[snkts]

“Did I need it? No. Did I buy it? Yes.” Morph is sporting a new crop top-- which was rather odd since all they needed to do was make one on themselves. Wearing clothes not made of themselves was rare, but damn did they work it. "What do you think?"

He glanced up from the newspaper he’d been reading at the sound of someone approaching. Oh, it was Morph. Alright. He’d been about to go back to reading when they spoke. 

“I think it’s a shirt, Morph.” He replied. He's never been a fashion connoisseur. He likes durable, practical, and comfortable. Mostly plain colours. The occasional band shirt or Harley shirt, and a small pile of T-shirts made for him by the kids, jeans, and some sturdy boots. 

Oh, and the cowboy hat. Can't forget that. 

That about rounded out his attire on any given day. He generally didn’t think much of it. 

“Or, half’a one.”

[amischiefofmuses]

He sniffs the air, brows furrowed as though focused before his gaze swivels back to them, overdramatically pointing a finger in their direction with a smirk beneath the mask. -- ❝Still smells like a lawsuit to me. But if you insist.❞ Wade teases, turning and posing as though awaiting that TAP for a moment before straightening to stand. It's not often someone matches his energy so well and it's a bit of novelty, they seem like a real good potential allie. Better still that they already know Logan, makes his life easier. -- ❝Seems like you already know who I am, guessing my reputation proceeds me.❞ Not sure if that's a good or bad thing. Taking their hand, he gives it a firm shake before just - holding their hand. No move to pull away, he stays just like that to continue their conversation. Is he preening a little from the compliment? Absolutely. -- ❝So- wait, you don't just LOOK like people? You're feeling them out too, y'know, getting all up in there?❞

"Copyright infringement? Babes I'm Diet You." Morph wasted no time changing back-- but with taking the form of Deadpool came a new awareness about the world around them. It was so odd-- things that were obvious to this form were simply normal to Morph.

"How about instead of the twenty I give you a little tap on the keister." They covered their mouth, grinning behind the mask before their form shifted to shades of grey-- settling on a more humanoid form.

"Sorry-- it's like I'm a different person when I become you. Which is weird enough as it is." Morph offered a hand, smiling.

"Morph-- I'm usually the one pestering Logan-- nice to see someone else can pick up the slack when I'm out. I can normally be someone for as long as I want-- but you're something special. I haven't had a reaction like that since I was She Hulk."

[merriemarvels]

@nerdynanny // from here

God, it was weird how comforting it was to find another Morph. One just like hers, one who clearly used humor as a coping mechanism but just... knew. Hugging a leg up to her chest Clarice sighed softly.

"So the uh... the world I came from... got taken over by Apocalypse when I was about eight..." Her cheek rested on her knee. "So I grew up in the slave pens. And, uh..." She wasn't sure how to describe it without freaking them out. "Was somebody's pet," she said simply, rubbing at her arms a little. She'd ended up here, in this interesting but almost unsettlingly familiar timeline, had been here for weeks now, no updates from the Tallus on what she was supposed to be doing. So maybe she was supposed to just... get used to it. Relax.

Fat chance. Clarice was a warrior, forged in fire and blood. She didn't relax. She had enjoyable moments, sure... but always, always, waiting for the proverbial other shoe.

And then somebody had the bright idea to watch a cartoon. Who knew The Secret of NIMH could trigger a trauma response?

[enrogued]

@nerdynanny's morph said “Soooo.” Morph leans in, not too close as they respect her personal space. “I need a big strong woman to keep me company at the gay bar tonight. They’re pretty mutant friendly— aaand I’ll buy us drinks. Or flirt for em.”

she snorts softly at the wording of the request, eyebrow raising as they lean in conspiratorially. " you want a bodyguard to go to a bar? " bars and her? not hugely simpatico, not that she doesn't like them and this sounds like it has all the makings of a very fun night out. she's not surprised to learn that certain gay bars in the city are, in fact, mutant friendly. that sounds like common sense, but she's been wrong before. " you sold me at free drinks, sugah, i'm in. "

[fvzzyelf]

"ach- my eyes are not nearly that big.... are they?"

well, they are now, what with his not expecting to have run into morph of all people. it cheers him, though, as the ease in which the other slips into humor always leaves kurt grinning.

"then i am glad to have brought it back just for you. i will be sure to always appear nearer to you when i arrive, if you love it so much," he chuckles. "where is everyone?"

@fvzzyelf gets a random greeting

"Velle now, zis is embarrassing." Morph takes Kurts form, leaning in to nudge the teleporter with their elbow. "We wore ze same face-- one of us must change."

And just like that in a whirl of blue and grey they're back to their usual form.

"It's good to see you again, buddy. I've missed the scent of brimstone around here."

[amischiefofmuses]

Random asks always welcomed || Accepting

@nerdynanny asked: Morph has become Kurt. They’re gonna ruffle his hair, and offer their equally floofy head in exchange.

At first he's a little startled in seeing Morph's imitation of him- a feeling that lasts all of half a second as their fingers muss through his hair. It earns an inaudible purr, a subtle rumble deep in his chest, his tail swaying with a slow contented motion. There's zero hesitation in returning the favor, his hands reaching up to ruffle through Morph's hair, focusing on the sides of the head that he himself finds particularly relaxing. -- ❝For me, zhis is quite pleasant, here especially- vould it be zhe same for you, mein freund? Is that something your abilities allow you to copy?❞