#snkt

[zimwy]

"We have company."

as said by lucanis. | @snkts

in terms of the grasping of advancing technology, barnes has logan beat by a hair. they're both insurmountable forces, weaponized tools, old men, but bucky's lack of lucidity came alongside rigorous teaching--he remembers the perplexing feeling of electric information beneath his finger tips, explanation beamed into his eardrums via communication device, bypass this security system within three minutes, soldat.

of course--he was lost on some things. took him a while to figure out how he was going to pull up the interface on his civillian cell phone with his fingertips burned clean of their identifying prints, until someone told him a good old fashioned passcode still did the trick. there were apps for everything, now. apps for walking your dog. apps for tracking periods. apps for dating.

' you ever go on them things? ' bucky inquires, a plate in his metal palm opening like the bulwark of heavy factory doors. wires interface into one of two withstanding USB ports, extracting encrypted data to be processed at a later date. what? logan gruffs at him, listening carefully for movement to erupt behind them. he had the better ear, of course--bucky would never deny that, not with the extent of his advanced senses. ' those.. dating apps. bumble, or.. tinder, or.. grindr, i guess. '

he hears logan derisively snort, but doesn't press, and logan doesn't swing a jab back into him. maybe he'd derived some information out of bucky that he hadn't known before, or maybe he was being kind enough to spare his feelings (bucky would have to mark it down in his calendar as a first).

couple times, logan admits. bucky appreciates the honesty, but he's--as he always is, stalwart and silent about it--gutted. what is he doing, talking about dating with the man whose wife he murdered? it leaves a sour taste in his mouth, even though logan can't see his face, or read his body language when he's turned the other way. bucky, likewise, doesn't see him bristle. finish that up fast, he urges, we have company.

bucky doesn't say a word when he retrieves his pistol with his other hand. the ceiling crashes in, men rapelling down to greet them. barnes fires a blind round, and it pierces the eye of one man, rips through his skull, and lodges in the throat of the other directly behind him. ' need a minute, logan. can't rush file transference. get me a good minute and i'll get you some alien whisky. this princess is all sweet on me, and it's got some perks. '

[smilingmxsk]

The woman isn't quick to run immediately, frozen in fear, but the detonation of this volatile energy shakes her enough that she flees out of the way of the ensuing battle. One less victim to worry about.

The aggressor at large, however, would now be the main focus. Its first initial lunge misses, catching the earth instead and sending shards of debris outwards. It attempts to strike its opponent again, but he leaps out of range around her backside, and she feels a sharp pain cut across the back of her left leg.

Immediately, she retaliates once more, sending a surging claw crashing into the concrete again, only managing to blast open the ground once more... yet with no blood or remains to warm her claws. Yet again, there's another slice from behind, her right leg target this time.

It doesn't realize what's happened until it attempts to circle around with a swipe... only to find that its legs are unresponsive. Tendons cut. Thus, its swipe falls short, sending itself into the ground instead.

Confusion briefly crosses its features, but anger is quick to take them again. It snarls, scrabbling at the ground, still fixated on clawing and snagging its swift opponent with those long arms of hers. It attempts to force movement in its legs, yet to no avail, only succeeding in shuffling by its knees. Its mobility would be hindered... at least, for a time, as the lacerations it'd suffered were already beginning to close.

And there it is. A big, angry beastie who needed to learn its manners. Good news - Prof. Logan was in the house, and class was in session. He grins behind his cowl, a flash of fangs in the dark. Sure was a weird looking thing - might’ve been human once, might be human again, but all it was right now was a threat. A target. 

A quarry. 

“That’s more like it.” He says. Adrenaline spikes his heart rate to the rush he so often craved. This was gonna be a good one. In the brief moment he was allowed, he glanced past the beastie to its terrified victim. 

“Just between you and me, lady? I’d scram. It’s about to get ugly.” A pause as he looks at the creature again. “... Uglier than it is.” And then his attention is fully on the battle. Chances are, this isn’t gonna be a strength thing. The beast is big, and it looks mean. Coud Logan wrestle it down? Maybe. But that’d be a pain in the ass, and it’d involve touching it more than was probably necessary. And, not counting the smell… 

That energy sparking off it seemed like bad news. 

He moves just in time. The ground where he’d been explodes with the force of impact. Shrapnel and rubble flies everywhere. Logan throws his forearms in front of his face and they take the lacerations. They heal, but it still fucking stings. 

“Son of a-!” He snarls. No time to waste on griping. Claws extended, Logan lunges - slashing for the legs first.

If he could take out its mobility, this would get a lot easier.

[viejita-n-co]

Hi its me AGAIN (sorry)

Anyway in my little au thing I have going on, I put Viejita I hope thats okay. So now the boys between themselves have 8 pets.

Close ups

There's something special about people giving the boys their kids from the comics in their aus so I made them fish (lol) in which live with Layla at Steven's London apartment while Snkt and Luna live in NYC with Peter (its a Spideymoon+ moonscarab au in a way)

Sorry it took so long to get them to you!

Ps. In my au the body is allergic to cats so Jake's a big boy and gets shots so they can have gatos. (That fucker loves gatos man) ((mainly cause marcs still afraid of needles from the phycward stuff))

I've found some pictures of what Snkt would look growing up

Anyway! Bye! Love you and your work so much

"Steven's expensive ass cat" 🤣 I wonder who funded that

Buying a sphynx cat must be expensive as well, but tbh I haven't decided yet wether Jake adopted or bought Viejita 🤔 lore on pause haha

Tysm for drawing Viejita! I love that you included her little sweater, even I don't do that often haha

How do the shots work? are they like a vaccine too help get rid of the allergy, or they get them to have an effect for a little period of time?

I've heard that sphynx cats help with allergies but I'm not sure how truth is in it. If that were the case, it would help your Jake to not get those shots at least when they're in London 🤔 haha ofc that depends on how the shots work anycase

Love the idea of the fish! Sooo cute

They all look adorable, a big family 😊

[vallorouslly]

Ships Tag Drop Part 2!

I will be tagging all previous interactions with these tags in place of your usernames (those with AUs I'll hunt them down and tag manually).

This drop includes : @adversitybloomed @amused-bouche (Geo, Amin & Myles) @blckfckinmsk @bruz3r @hstoryhuh @lanternlit @manaborn @paramounticebound @poisonedfire @piinkviscera @sxrgeant @silver-blooded-synthetics @soulwaned (June, Beatrice & Katniss) @snkts @turkicgods (just Matyr for now) @tensleepshrike @vuulpecula

(i didn't get everyone i wanted to but i just need to keep things manageable for these drops)

[asgardianhammer]

conceivable solutions

Heroism--that is the disposition of a man who aspires to a goal compared to which he himself is wholly insignificant. Heroism is the good will to self-destruction. Friedrich Nietzsche

( avengers tower - 2:13 AM - 87th floor - war room ) @snkts

[ ϟ ]—– The Tower is eerily quiet, in a heavy way that is not peace, not exactly, but in the way a long inhale feels before something breaks.

Humming below the city continues its persistent hum, never sleeping, all lights and all loneliness despite the sounds, and in the confines of the metal fortress, behind mildly damaged walls thunderer leans against the table, wrist heavy with a half-emptied bottle of some Midgardian brew that barely burns.

The space is appearing worse for wear, more than it ever had before; half-lit, sparks emitting from several broken displays, yet somehow there is still ghost-blue projections flickering across the high windows. A few of the panels hum with a near tired, almost overworked sound of energy moving, transmitting still, with distressed hissing as if even the technology knew it was conveying disaster, projecting horrors.

A soft, endless rustle of rain trailing down the glass has the tower feel like a cage in the clouds.

An endless loop of imagery is repeated on the largest holo-dsiplay, cold blue schematics, strange insignia. Flashes of dossiers with redacted names.

----static ---- northern Greenland ----- ------------------- red heat signatures ----- (J.A.R.V.I.S. cracking voice ) ------offshoot, or what’s left of it, has unearthed a facility — ------- static -------- Not human built,-----------------static ---- ----- old. The language… older.---------

It has become evident, in the returned imagery and broken sentences from the A.I. that whoever was responsible, whoever had pulled this operation out of the fire did it with full knowledge and intent that no one should be able to come back from it.

Numerous unknowns, many defenses, enhanced-cancelling technology, energy dampers, god-blood weaponry forged from things that were never meant to exist.

Rolling of broad shoulders was performed to stave off some of the tension, the dull ache of a thousand healed-over battles felt in ever tendon. Weight of weapon is not in his hand yet, but she is nearby, calls to him from its resting place by the elevator doors, a low thrum in thunderer's bones, eager, eager, so very eager...

Tingling of nerves had begun, yet it was not the prickle of fear creeping towards the surface. The god does not tremble before war, the sensation the unnerving sense of foreboding he had not experienced in...ages.

Assemble - Await Instructions - Extraction not possible- it flickers on the holo-display in bright red lettering, blinking rapidly, warning with persistent flashes.

Another swig from the bottle coats the god's tongue with the now lukewarm liquid, and even before the elevator dings there is defiance formed, and decision made.

[indiegossipisms]

I heard @snkts is the best adoptive dad ever.

He has a small army of misfit ducklings that have imprinted on him because he makes sure they eat and watches out for them.

Also RIP to the mansion with Jubes ( @raregcms) and Clari ( @tmrrwppl) being new found friends (Cause Logan adopted both of them and now he will probs have some regrets when someone gets wooshed and boomed.

aw lissen this was so cute until you brought up the fashion disaster that is Clari meeting Jubilee and now I MUST know...

*opens google*

*Types in "Jubilee X-men fashion"*

*visible disgust*

GREAT THEY ARE SOULMATES.

LOGAN, BUY YOUR DAUGHTERS NICER CLOTHES. I WILL DONATE TO THE CAUSE. PLEASE. WE BEG.

also, wooshed and boomed is a great band name.

And terribly funny if you think about their powers working together.

...

huh, I might be in danger on this one. LEAVE MY MUSHROOM HOUSE ALONE I JUST FINISHED PAYING THE DAMN MORTGAGE TO THE RACCOON.

Edit: Tag added #If Clari's fashion has no haters then I am dead.

[inhcritance]

@snkts liked for a multiversal shenanigans starter!

He didn't so much crash against the wall as he appeared on top of it: a young man scrabbling for purchase against a surface not made for climbing.

Another man would have just fallen. This one, wearing faux leather that had just been shifted from a villain's suit, was a bit stronger than most, and so he ended up on the ground, bleeding faintly from previous wounds and panting, yes, but not before leaving some deep grooves on the wall where he'd almost -almost- managed to hold on, there under a strange night sky and in an alley that had nothing to do with the streets he'd been fighting in.

It was not the first time. It would not be the last one, he feared. It didn't change the way he needed a moment to breathe, before he stood up, before he tried to hear if anyone was close enough to be a problem.

[ablinkntime]

"What do you mean, we can't send him home?"

Her hand smacked down on the console, the images shook and distorted before resolving themselves. They were in the process of sending all those Wolverines back to their respective realities -- the ones who'd survived, of course, and the bodies of the ones that they'd been able to find (that hadn't gotten devoured by zombie Logan, good Lord) -- and they were close to finished, when they ran into a pretty significant snag. Victor was scowling at his wrist as the Tallus lit up, squawking in his mind with an update on the situation which he'd relayed to the rest. To say Clarice was upset was an understatement.

"I'm just tellin' you what the thing told me. Look." A claw tapped one of the displays and it showed the line representing the timeline where one James Howlett, the tiny scrap of a kid who'd managed to finish off Brother Mutant, originated. The line was already fraying, unraveling at the edges. "If we send him back now, knowin' what he knows, knowin' what he can do, it'll throw his whole timeline off. He ain't even s'posed to know he has claws yet, much less all'a the other stuff." Victor grimaced -- the facts of a Logan's life seemed to always start at the same origin point. The one they'd known had told a similar story to the one young James had explained in brief, naive terms. It sucked -- and what's worse, now that James knew what he was capable of, it would throw the entire trajectory of his life off. Send him down a path that would ultimately unravel his entire world.

Clarice frowned, tracing a finger along the unwinding line. "… What does it say he'll do?" she asked in a quiet, somewhat hollow voice.

"Nothin' good." Victor's arms folded over his chest and he glanced over his shoulder, where Morph was currently attempting to entertain young James. How that nightgown had survived and come out mostly blood-free was anybody's guess. "Let's just leave it at that an' consider him a resident. He ain't active duty."

"He absolutely is not. He's -- what, thirteen, at the most? Shards, Mister Creed, he's…"

"About the age I found you, yeah."

Clarice was shaking, though whether it was from anger or sorrow, she couldn't quite put a finger on. The hand Victor put on her shoulder only quelled it a little. "How do we tell him, Mister Creed? How do we tell that kid he can't go home?"

"Same way we told the others. Maybe dull the edges a little, but… the runt's always been tough, even at that age. You saw how the little bastard clawed me up when we had ta haul him off that Brother Mutant yahoo…"

"… Still." Sighing, she leaned gently into the hand on her shoulder before stepping out from under it. "I guess… better to get it done with and… see how he reacts."

Rip off the bandage, one might say. Clarice might say it was the lesser of two evils -- nothing good, in her experience, had ever come from concealing or even fudging the truth. Better to just come clean, get it over with, and be there to help pick up the pieces. Didn't make her feet move any faster down the stairs as she headed over to where Morph had decided to try his hand at jokes.

"… C'mon, squirt, this one never fails -- why didn't the skeleton cross the road?"

Clarice put her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes at Morph. "Because he didn't have the guts -- come on, Morph, you could at least try to be original."

"What!! He's from the dark ages, he's sure to appreciate the classics!"

"Morph--" She pinched her septum. "Please go figure out if those damn bugs are causing any more trouble. I need to talk to young Mister Howlett."

"Okey-dokey!! Bye, little buddy." Before he went, Morph gave James's hair a rough ruffle, and then took off in the shape of a gigantic flyswatter to terroroize the Timebreakers.

"Don't mind him," she said, watching him go with a little giggle. "He's just a weirdo, but he's our weirdo. We tolerate him because he makes us laugh." She held out a hand to young James, her smile softening somewhat. "Take a walk with me? There's something I need to talk to you about."

@snkts

[merriemarvels]

prince for a day // Jack's First Birthday // @snkts

It was easy to get lost in the shuffle around the Institute, and TJ was well acquainted with that feeling. Having to share a birthday with the biggest holiday of the year was going to be hard enough for Jack, but she was going to make sure that not only was his birthday special, but not simply rolled into the other Christmas festivities. It wasn't going to be easy, but she was going to make it work. Another thing she had a lifetime of experience in.

She wasn't planning anything big, of course, because people had their own plans and ideas on what to do, where to be. She wouldn't start making demands of people who hadn't known her that long, it was all fine. but Talia Josephine was, at least, going to make her son's first birthday special to herself. He probably wouldn't remember anyway -- but she would. And there was one particular person she wanted to share it with.

"Birthday boy coming through," she announced, strolling in with her son perched on her hip; she had a cheeky grin on her face and Jack, absolutely oblivious, had his tail tightly wound around her arm where it poked from the buttonhole she'd sewn into his little onesie. A custom onesie, made up to look like her father's iconic suit. She had to, could anyone blame her?

[itsjubilation]

Christmas was always hard for Jubilation, no matter how many years passed. Sometimes she wished she could forget she'd ever had a family to lose, so that the memories wouldn't sting so badly, no matter how wide the gulf of time got, but that was almost always followed by a wave of guilt that soured her stomach. It would be a disservice to forget her mom and dad; Jingyi and Zhan Lee had sacrificed so much to give their daughter the best possible start in life, it would be cruel of her to simply wish it all away to spare herself the pain. This was why she poured herself into doing for others during this season. Into buying (or, often, making) gifts for her broad and varied X-Men family, into joining in on festivities and traditions that were far removed from what she'd grown up with, but which had become just as important.

After all, if not for the X-Men, she'd just be an orphan with a sad past.

She'd never been exceptional at anything. Good, sure -- she'd gotten good grades, been good at gymnastics, been good at in-line skate tricks. But she prided herself in being an exceptional gift-giver.

They weren't always big, but they were well thought-out, personal, and often, hilarious.

She was sitting on the floor of the upstairs common room, a pile of mall bags and a mess of paper and ribbons around her, and had been working her way through her wrapping when the song on the radio had changed and made her chest constrict and tears come to her eyes.

Merry Christmas, Darling. It always hurt.

Always.

@snkts

[fartemis-crock]

@snkts liked for a starter

"you don't want to throw your axe---" There's a pause, as Artemis gulps down the rest of her beer. Her normal midwestern drawl having a hint of a slur to it. She doesn't know who this guy is--- and honestly, didn't really care about if he was listening to her, but by god she had some thoughts about axes and someone was going to hear them whether they wanted to or not.

"--- then they have your axe. and you have no axe, and you know what that is? --fucked. it's fucked."

[hraunwyf]

♡♡

@snkts

two hearts? i give you two.

1: in middle school, i got the top prize in the accelerated reader program one year, because all i ever did was read, cus other kids sucked and i was undiagnosed. when i got my little trophy with its little label for my prize for Read So Good? it was misspelled: "Accelrated Reader".

2: i get piercings when i travel places, most of the time. both my first lobe piercings, which are now stretched, and my secondary lobe piercings were done on home turf, but i had my septum pierced in new york while visiting @supermantm, my double nostrils done in liverpool, and my brow pierced in minneapolis with @sfaradi.

[mutatiio]

"... The fuck is an Instagram?" for Aki >:)

"are you being serious right now??" his voice is calm, the sort that comes with confused disbelief. "like. actually serious?? how the fuck have you been a teacher at a school full of teenagers for, like, a decade and not found out what instagram is??"

[diam1nd-arc]

@snkts sc / ♡ " what an idiot. logan if you don't hold me back i may kill scott before you do."

[zimwy]

Happy April Fools, Logan has been using every bit of his enhanced abilities, long practiced poker face, and every distracting moment to stick fridge magnets to Bucky's arm. Where did he get so many magnets? How does he keep having more?

Well, bub, that's a trade secret.

the first one, bucky noticed. it's not like he caught logan in the act or anything--if he had, it certainly wouldn't have progressed quite this far--but the arm is housed with an array of sensors that interpret touch, albeit distantly and numb. it always reminded him of your mouth after dental surgery, the sensation of having flesh and tongue cutting teeth, knowing they were there, and not feeling a thing. he can write off one, however strange, as an accident construed by a certain amount of natural magnetism and passing near a fridge with a loose magnet. sure, that was stupid and barely made sense, but it was a passing possibility.

but logan amps up his game, finds more delicate methods of administration. this time, bucky only notices when one of them--perhaps logan hadn't considered how heat would coagulate in the plates--begins to melt. soft, rubbery pvc and heat-conductive metal did not blend particularly well. the scent draws him to his own shoulder, then his arm.

he rotates the arm in it's socket to bend at degrees considered wildly unnatural in a human body, wrist pointing outward, thumb perpendicular with the outcropping of his hip bone. two of them are sanrio characters. another simply says "DUBAI" in bright, bold, cartoonish letters. the fourth is a mock slice of pizza, thick like playdough. a bendable cat begins falling off where the radius bone would've been, and--he likes to think it's unintentional--three letter magnets sit scattered from shoulder to forearm, spaced out, spelling G A Y.

bucky pries them off, one by one, and glares at his suspect. logan's impassive expression breaks.

' what th' hell is your problem? ' the brooklynite in him emerges easily into his voice, plagues his pronunciations. he thwaps logan with one of the magnets when he throws it at him. ' fuckin'--ya know i'm gonna get you back for this, logan. i will. '

@snkts

[biitchcakes]

The Spider-Woman chuckles into her coffee, the mug pressed against her lips, steam warming her nose. ❝ And you remember that time we fought those furry vampires on our way back to MADRIPOOR ? Across two planes ? In the air ? ❞ She laughs now, glad that it's a distant, though ODDLY FOND memory.

@snkts