#x men apocalypse poster

[mavelmutantmagic616]

X-Men Apocalypse Posters.

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X-Men: Apocalypse (Bryan Singer, 2016)

[silverzoomies]

hi im here to ramble and complain !!

something that's always irked me, is the detail difference between days of future past and apocalypse. dofp seemed like such a passion project to me. like an homage, not only to the beloved x-men films of the 2000s, but even the overall culture of the 70's.

peter shows up for such a small fraction of the film. but we can easily pick-up on his personality based on background details. his mannerisms, clothes, even his home. like, look at these details !! this is what i love to see !!

i love the yardbirds and buffalo springfield posters. and there's so much other stuff he just kinda has. tiny hints towards his kleptomania. the road signs? even a parking meter?? bro's impulsive as hell !! someone get him therapy !!

this is such a nothing detail too. but i always love when filmmakers take the time to recreate vintage brand logos and stuff. that's rly neat !! he probably ate all of those within a week though,,

dofp is crazy, in that the few seconds we spend in peter's mom's house; we can interpret so much !! i love how brown and disorganized everything is. it looks so 70's nostalgia to me. and i wasn't even alive then lol

compare all of this to apocalypse. there's a lot less attention to detail. like they can't even be bothered to use a period-accurate TV !!

his bed's kinda fire though. what's with the mirror?? if they got one thing right, the 80's are still brown and tacky !!

[quickiesgirl]

Can you write reader is Charles daughter x Quicksilver?and she's very introverted?!? She has the same powers as Charles where she newly joined the other mutants and also she was the youngest one like 18-20y/o

Sorry, this took so long for me to finish. I've been overloaded with requests. Hopefully, you like it! <3

Study Buddies - Peter Maximoff

Paring: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Xavier Reader Warning: Friends To Lovers, Introverted!Reader, Shared First Kiss, Playful Teasing.

You were an introvert for as long as your father could remember. Charles always noticed how shy and silent you were towards others.

While kids were outside playing together, you were enjoying your own company. Only ever open and vulnerable to people you felt most comfortable around. 

Not long after the X-men were formed, you had turned 19, and your father finally allowed you to join. You were Xavier's daughter to your fellow members. A very reserved yet observant, strong, and powerful mutant. 

One member, a certain silver-haired speedster, craved your affection. He wanted to know more about you and yearned to share those deep and intimate moments with you.  

You had met Peter throughout the chaos of the apocalypse. Now, he was moved into the bedroom beside yours with another teammate, Scott Summers. 

On this particular day, you headed down the long, empty corridors of the school while all the kids were in class. The sound of your footsteps echoed through the halls, and the muffled voices became clearer from your father's study. 

The closer you got you recognized that fast-speaking, gruff sounded voice. It was Peter. You peeked into the open doors, locking eyes with his dark brown gaze that adored you so sweetly in passing. 

You eyed him for a quick second, taking in all the features you adored, like his dimples that formed when those soft, kissable lips curled into a smile and that cute little beauty mark on his nose. 

You glanced back down and began heading up the wooden staircase, squeezing the books encased in your arms tightly as a fluttering sensation filled your stomach and warmth filled your cheeks. 

“Oh, Y/n?” You stopped in your tracks and took a step back while you heard your father's voice call you. You turned around on your toes and walked over to his study, “Yeah, dad?” 

“Peter is having a bit of difficulty with his studies. Would you mind helping him?” Charles asked, glancing between the two of you. 

“Uh, yeah, of course, I’ll help.” 

-

You knocked on the bedroom door and felt a light breeze of wind across your body as the door opened in a blink of an eye. 

“Hey, thanks for coming,” Peter smiled as he nervously shoved his hands in the tight leather pockets of his pant, trying to cover up the fact that he was practically star-struck by how cute you looked in your oversized shirt and your favorite pair of black jeans that notably hugged your beautiful hips. 

You could feel his eyes wandering across your body, and it took everything to keep you from seeing what was in that pretty boy's mind. 

“Of course! I’m happy to help. Ready to study?” 

“Yeah, I believe so. Come on in,” Peter said, holding the door open. You walked into his surprisingly neat bedroom, cleaned up last minute, especially for this occasion, and sat on the end of his striped mattress, taking a moment to admire the small rock band posters across his side of the room. You two shared a great love for music.

“You have great taste.” You pointed towards the wall, watching the man speed across you on the mattress, laying the study material between you two. 

“So do you.” He added, noticing you tilt your head in curiosity, wondering what he knew, “oh, uh, I hear your music in the middle of the night. Hendrix, Bowie, Depeche Mode, Rolling Stones. They’re some of my favorites.” 

 “Mine too.” You say, sweetly smiling, your lashes fluttering up at him. He catches himself before he gets lost in your eyes and clears his throat. His pink tongue pushed out and licked his bottom lip with one quick swipe.

“So, Scott snuck off to Jean’s room. Luckily, we won’t have to hear him complaining about how loud and noisy we’re being.” #

Your eyebrows perked as the sudden realization hit him, embarrassment rushing over his face, not expecting to make a fool of himself this early on. 

“T-that isn’t what it s-sounds like.” He studdered, listening to you giggle softly behind your hand, finding it adorable. 

-

Peter sat across you, doing his very best to concentrate though he was struggling, something about your soft touches, smiles, and reassurance only made it better. 

This boy made you feel comfortable like you could be yourself around him. Then you realized, your father did this on purpose. 

Charles could see how much you truly adored this boy, and he knew this would be a great bonding experience. Putting the two of you together was giving you a little push that you wouldn’t normally get, helping you out of your shell to make a move, and so far, you were seeing sparks. 

“Fuck yes!” Peter grinned happily after getting all your questions correct, pulling you from your train of thought. 

The silver-haired man leaned back against the wall, arms crossing behind his head with his chest puffed out as he playfully boasted about his success, “I’m pretty much a pro at this point.” 

“Your very cute when your bragging.” You teasingly smiled, finding it even adorable when he attempted to hide that pretty, blushing face of his. 

“Well, you're a very cute teacher, Ms. Xavier.” 

Your cheeks grew warm to the touch, experiencing the same feelings as him. You glanced down, picking at a piece of paper before looking back into his dark, lustful eyes, speaking softly, “I-I really enjoy hanging out with you, Pete.”

“Really? You do?” He asked, expression changing to surprise, mouth slightly widened, brows raised as he brought his arms down and rested his elbows upon his knees. 

“Yeah. You're so sweet to me, and I feel so comfortable around you.” 

Peter's eyes traveled between your eyes and lips. One thing on his mind, and that was how badly he wanted to kiss those perfect lips of yours. Butterflies filled your stomach while you leaned forward, moving your body towards his, hands straddling his knees, sending chills down his spine. 

Peter’s lips were inches away from yours before the door suddenly swung open, startling the both of you, and causing your body to jolt back from his. 

There was Scott, interrupting the moment, “Hey, dude, where’s my- oh... My bad, I didn’t think you had company… I’ll uh leave you guys to it.” 

The door shut quickly, and looking back, resting your hand comfortably upon his knee, “I better get going anyway so you can get some rest for tomorrow’s test.” 

“Y-yeah, you’re right.” He nodded understandably, mind racing with a billion thoughts, unable to get that picture out of his mind of your bodies moving together, lips being closer than ever. But, before he knew it, the night was ending, he helped you to the door and thanked you sweetly for everything. 

As you stepped out of the door, you felt your regret rush over you, there was still something you wanted to do, and you built your courage before turning around and gazing back at Peter. “Hey, maybe you could come over sometime when you hear my music. We can listen together.” 

“Yeah! I’d love that.” 

You took a step forward and latched your fingers onto the collar of his shirt, “Good…” 

 You stood on your toes and connected your lips with his, sharing a sweet, long-awaited kiss. The speedster's eyes broadened widely before all his thoughts suddenly washed away, melting into a blushing mess of euphoria. 

Peter was soft, gentle, and sweet like sugar. You couldn’t get enough of him. He was perfect. 

As you reluctantly pulled away, you smirked teasingly, whispering into his ear seductively, “Night, Maximoff,” before walking back to your room, hips swaying with pride, leaving the lover boy too stunned to speak. 

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Will, the Forever Clock and Cerebro

The writers used Dustin’s inventions to tell us A LOT about Will and his powers. 

The Forever Clock, very useful in the apocalypse is probably about time powers, timelines and time loop... Maybe only Vecna has time powers, we don’t know, but it’s not a coincidence that in S3 Dustin gives the Forever Clock to Will, and that the name Williams is engraved on the grandfather clock.

But let’s talk about Cerebro! 

Cerebro, an unassembled, one-of-a-kind battery powered radio tower

Will: So it’s like a HAM radio.

Dustin: The Cadillac of HAM radios. This baby carries a crystal clear connection over vast distances. I’m talking North Pole to South.

Note: Dustin uses Cerebro to communicate with Suzie, who lives in Salt Lake City. Water and salt. Two things that are constantly mentioned on the show. @will80sbyers made a masterpost about it )

Why is Cerebro connected to Will?

1.  One-of-a-kind It’s also the title of the book behind Will in Lenora. That could mean that his powers or his very existence are important.

2.  Battery.  Will has always been associated with lights, and in S4 Nancy even says that ‘When Will was in the Upside Down lights came to life’.

So it is possible that his powers give the UD and the hive-mind energy, and Vecna needs them to build a new world. 

3.  Battery powered radio tower 

The number twelve represents Will since S1. When Hopper talks with Joyce after looking for Will, she says: Six hours. It’s been six hours! And when she’s at the lab with Brenner, he says:Six. Six people (have disappeared) And there are many other examples

And what does Twelve do in the Rainbow Room? He builds a red tower.

So it really seems that Will can build. Creation powers? The shed scene is the first time they mention that, when Jonathan tells him that they built Castle Byers just the way Will drew it (and Vecna/Mind Flayer is also there, listening)

Or maybe, like a battery, Will can give the UD the energy to grow and spread.

In S3 the Flayed had to eat fertilizers for the Mind Flayer to build its body. Maybe Will’s powers/energy are like “fertilizers” too, but for the whole Upside Down. 

He’s like the water that plants need to grow.

I’m still analyzing the many Billy-Will parallels but it’s in this season that the writers started to show AND tell what Vecna wants from Will. 

Vecna/Mind Flayer tells someone named William, in a scene that has many parallels with Will’s vanishing, that he wants him to build.

In the Rainbow Roow Twelve builds a red tower, and there’s a red buiding on the poster in Will’s room. 

It’s also note worthing that some of Michael Maher JR’s concept arts for Vecna’s Mind Lair looked like a tower.

So maybe the red tower and the rose glass of Creel House are a reference to Stephen King’s Rose Red and The Dark Tower series (always love to mention SK! @lilitblaukatz​  )

It’s also interesting that Will has the poster of The Cure. Owens said that he thinks El is the cure, but she lost. It’s like the game in 4x01. They were losing with an 11, but won with a 20. 

I’m sure it’s not a coincidence that the dnd game and the game at school were won by the Sinclairs. Brother and sister. Only together Will and El can win. Only together they can fix it.

Ok, they focus on Will’s skates, but let’s not forget Mike

More about Cerebro, X-Men and The Lord of the Rings

Dustin’s radio tower is called after the device Professor X uses to locate other mutants and humans in The X-Men. Reminds me of the hive-mind.

And the kids assemble it on Weathertop, a reference to The Lord of the Rings. The ancient watch-tower where Frodo gets stabbed by a Nazgul with a Morgul-knife. That weapon remains in the wound of the victim and turns them into a wraith under the rule of Sauron. Hmm, sounds familiar.

Weathertop = Will’s possession and connection to the UD and Vecna.

Will and Max

Before S4 we couldn’t know that Vecna would target Max, but the two Venkmans in S2, was foreshadowing of this Lumax and Byler parallel. Venkman’s love interest, Dana, is possessed by a creature similar to a demodog. Will gets possessed in S2 and is still haunted by Vecna/UD, and Max was targeted in S4.

In 3x01, more foreshadowing of Will and Max being connected to Vecna while they’re assembling Cerebro. And if “Will is Cerebro”, it is possible that he will try to communicate with Max.

But this could be very dangerous for him. I read a very interesting theory, by @freetobeeyouandme​ about the episode of My Little Pony Dustin and Erica talk about in S3 and that could be foreshadowing of Max and Will’s storyline in S5.

Here the post  

There is so much in that scene that is foreshadowing of S4 and I think S5 too. Brilliant!

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x-men: apocalypse character posters (upscaled)

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The Mundane and the Magic

༻ a codz x reader story ༺

➶ The Giant // ❝ Self-righteous Suicide ❞

➶ Chapter Five , 3270 words

Wandering aimlessly seemed to be the only cure for boredom. Entering almost every building, traipsing down long corridors, going from room to room, yearning for something, no matter how minuscule, even if it were simply a picture on the wall, to pique her interest and deter her mind from the persistent stress she suffered. But she’s seen it all numerous times; nothing sparked anew.

Restless, she was. Nights lacking adequate hours of sleep soon turned entirely sleepless, not just for one, but sometimes days in a row as the apocalypse was daunting on her. Thoughts of dread and fear, like a plague attacking her ability to sleep, wondering if she’ll even see the coming day through to the end.

The boys had tired themselves out just the same, if not worse. Each of them had willingly taken it upon themselves to be resourceful and contribute to a better chance of survival by restoring barricades, albeit a little poorly, but the chances of being ambushed were lessened at least. Nikolai had salvaged some wood to build a small fire in the empty courtyard for extra warmth and heat up what food they had salvaged. Even Richtofen made a few spotty appearances, sometimes his arms full of supplies whenever he came by, with food or blankets for them to use for makeshift beds.

While the men had resided to lying low in a room tucked away from danger, surprisingly not demolished nor were the walls painted a mucky red from blood and dirt, (Y/n) felt a dire need to separate herself, hoping to allow her train of thought to run smoothly for once.

Finding herself miserable as she stared at the dullness of the room she stood centre of her glassy eyes roamed the walls, seeing posters and papers crooked and some barely hanging on. She squinted upon noticing the clock. 2:45 it reads.

Could it just be mere coincidence, but that would be the third time she had seen a clock stopped on the same time. Although with every clock she had come across, every so often the hands would twitch, ticking exactly 5 minutes ahead before returning to 2:45.

(Y/n) convinced herself that it was ridiculous to be pondering on the thought of a mere clock having stopped working, but even the giant one she noticed on the side of the central facility had done the very same. She wondered if the boys had noticed.

Finding her posture slumped slightly, she stands upright, feeling almost every nerve in her back twinge, virtually crying for a rest. She attempts the shake away the cloudiness in her mind, and heads towards the door, finding nothing more of interest in this room.

Shoving her hands into her coat pockets, (Y/n) steps into the corridor, moving herself along and passing rooms nearly at snail’s pace, headed for no destination. There’s nothing to catch her eye here, not even a window to overlook the lands. She had already passed through once; nothing was bound to have changed. Instead, she kept her head bowed, finding more interest in watching the way her feet dragged along the gritty floor.

It could be deemed as strange that not one of the boys had come to seek her out, despite how obviously watchful and attentive each of them was becoming towards her. (Y/n) recalled the way Dempsey, Nikolai, and even Takeo had offered to accompany her, but she politely refused.

At the same time, Richtofen was present, his attention only pouring into the book he was reading, or from what it appeared it be. His ears were tuned into everything around him, even the way he heard Dempsey rise from where he sat on the floor, his intentions set on accompanying the girl. Little did (Y/n) know that Richtofen’s eyes flicked up to peer over the top of the pages, staring blankly at the American, finding himself infuriated with his persistence.

She had not intended to take her leave so hastily, but her patience seemed to be wearing thin. If she could not be granted time alone to collect her thoughts she most definitely would drive herself insane.

Not realising just where she had carried herself to until the strong daze she was enveloped by had subsided, (Y/n) stopped under a doorway that opened to a balcony.

Icicles like daggers hung from the railing, like an imposing threat of the winter air beyond the walls of the buildings. Snowflakes continued to flutter by, however in no way could be seen as a beautiful scene when they littered on frozen bodies of zombies. A hazy glow graced the lands as the pale moonlight beamed through thin clouds passing by swiftly, adding to the ghostly atmosphere.

She leaned against the wall just before the doorway, arms crossed tightly across her body to try and retain some warmth, exhaling deeply seeing her breath catching in the air as a frosty mist before her eyes.

Ruminating again, she was. Thoughts of the past, the present, and even the future dawning on her; a persistent anchor weighing down her very soul. Everything seemed to be an unanswered question. She had even considered soliciting Richtofen to perhaps gain some peace of mind, but as smart as he presented himself to be, she was certain that even he wouldn’t have any legitimate answers.

(Y/n) tried to convince herself that it was purely the freezing air stinging her eyes as they glazed over with tears threatening to spill.

She imagined the now still, empty land once bustling with life. Or even in any corner of the world there were once people working jobs, raising families, carrying out a normal life oblivious to the devastation to befall once a global war was announced.

Blinking her watery eyes, she leaned her head against the wall, allowing her eyes to rest when she couldn’t bear how heavy they were.

The volume of her thoughts had her failing to recognise the man standing still at the end of the corridor, his gaze reflecting a sense of disquietude.

With no pure intention of stumbling across her location, Richtofen couldn’t help the way he loitered for a moment. He felt a pang of guilt strike a nerve for he could almost see the gloomy, downcast aura enveloping her. Beyond any control of his own, it was almost like he was being guided by an unseeable force in her direction.

Wary as to not startle the girl, Richtofen added subtly heavier emphasis to his footsteps, earning her attention as he neared.

Richtofen seemed apprehensive while he tried to read beyond her blank expression, remaining completely silent when she eyed him up and down. Although unbothered by his presence, (Y/n) made no indication to speak when her attention returned to the outside world.

Clearing his throat quietly, the German spoke up. “Are you alright, (Y/n)?”

She heard the concern lacing his words and dared not meet his gaze, fearing that he’ll notice the twinkle of tears lingering in her eyes.

“I’m okay.” She assured softly. “Just thinking.”

The German observed her drowsy state. She was barely supporting herself, instead relying on keeping on her feet with the help of the wall her body leaned against. Unable to find the will to leave her be, Richtofen shoved his cold hands into his pockets and inched closer.

“Would you like some company?” He gently offered, albeit apprehensively.

Richtofen’s unexpected offer caught the girl off guard, for she eyed him sceptically. Never had he shown, let alone asked off his own back, any want stay in the company of another.

“Sure.” She replied.

Taking place on the opposite side of the doorframe, allowing some distance between them, Richtofen subconsciously mimicked the way she leaned against the wall with her side, examining the outside area she gazed longingly towards.

“How’re the others?” (Y/n) broke the silence, never reeling her eyes away from the clouds.

Richtofen hoped she couldn’t sense the way he continuously glanced at her.

“They seem… fine.” He answered, somewhat unsure of his own observation of the three in question.

“They’re getting along without arguing at least?” She added, her tone of voice flat.

Immediately the German tilted his head in confusion, squinting his eyes in her direction. (Y/n) turned her attention to him when he never responded.

She huffed loudly, body slumping slightly. “It’s all they do. You haven’t been around much to hear it all.”

The only instance of bickering Richtofen had been a witness to be the moment before the girl had decided to separate herself from the group for a while. Although, that dispute, on the boys’ behalf, seemed petty from his point of view. He was beginning to feel a little nosey, but part of him just desperately needed to know what sparked them to be so differential, almost for her sake. Just in case there was something he needed to settle to take some stress from her shoulders.

“About what, may I ask?” He asked softly, not wanting to seem as intrusive.

Shaking her head, (Y/n) bowed her head, eyes falling shut.

“Everything.” She told shortly, lazily wiping a hand over her face.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Richtofen nodded in acknowledgment, despite it going unnoticed. She kept her head down, almost like the feeling of tiredness was pulling her to the floor.

However, awkwardness hung heavy over the German. Ever since the crew came to be, there had only been rare instances when Richtofen had been alone with (Y/n), but those were times of hostility and sheer threat, on her side. The girl had not shown any signs of trust, nor has she let her guard down enough to merely take her eyes off him for a split second.

That was up until now.

Richtofen believed he was staring at someone new. With their guard let down, and entirely drained of life above all…

Peering to the man standing a foot from her, (Y/n) caught a glimpse of the worried glint in his eye, and the way his brows levelled. The odd sight stuck a nerve in her. Usually he was so stern, perhaps even bitter, in his expression.

Once again, she wiped a hand over her face, as if trying to clear the exhaustion visible on her features.

“What are we doing here, Richtofen?” Words lazily tumbled from her lips, barely able to put effort into speaking.

Richtofen swallowed hard, clearing his throat before words began rolling off his tongue with ease. Rightfully, he knew that she was owed a clear explanation, after the sheer anguish and torment they’re suffering daily. She was deserving of some peace of mind, above all. He couldn’t stand to see her fighting tooth and nail, practically throwing herself towards death, and being clueless of what the purpose of their mission is.

The German had her attentive stare locked on him all the while he spoke, never uttering a word to allow herself to absorb every detail. In the back of his mind, Richtofen sought his clarification to be ridiculous, there were small moments that stared at him like he was a madman. Nothing of which would ever be believed to the ordinary person. But in this case, after the grief, torment, and superficial encounters she had been a witness to, (Y/n) believed every word.

Finishing his long-winded explanation with an exasperated huff, Richtofen gave her an awkward smile.

“I don’t expect you to believe any of it.” He said, looking at his feet.

(Y/n) turned to him with all sincerity and spoke, “With everything I’ve witnessed, I believe you, Richtofen.”

A little smile curled the corners of his lips when he looked her way meekly, making her heart flutter.

“Have you explained everything to the others?” She quizzed.

Instantly, Richtofen was overwhelmed by anxiety, his had reaching to the nape of his neck.

“Well, I feel they might have a more… conflicting opinion on the matter.” He confessed.

(Y/n) took a moment to ponder and surmised that his guess was most likely to be correct. Dempsey had struck her as the type that was willing to argue and make a flamboyant dispute about the latter. While Nikolai and Takeo simply not in favour of a word he had to say about their mission.

She let a hand perch on her hip. “Perhaps I can tell them somehow. Maybe they’ll believe me.”

Richtofen hated to know that her voice would at least be heard of reasonably, but he could understand the simple reason that she speaks less with an authoritative manner, but instead humble in her softer tone. He knows that he has a will to prove himself as above them with his intelligence.

“You may be right.” He answered. “But I can’t expect that of you.”

“But you can’t leave them in the dark forever.” She quickly but into reason. “Days are passing by, and they don’t know what their purpose is here.”

Richtofen run a hand through his hair, like he always did when he began to feel dread washing over him. “In time, I promise.”

The girl studied him, sensing him becoming restless.

“I just need to figure out a way of telling them…” He drew in a deep breath, thinking for a moment before he continued. “Without them thinking I’ve completely lost my mind.”

The girl was swift to counter his words. “They already think you’ve lost your mind.”

She quickly earned herself a scoff and a look of annoyance from the German when he shook his head. Although his expression quickly turned bitter when an icy gust of wind whisked through, his teeth threatening to chatter as tried to contain the way he shivered.

Seeming like she was immune from the freezing cold, Richtofen watched as (Y/n) moved further out under the doorway, the moonlight striking her features with a milky glow and the glint to her eyes twinkling like that of the stars above, utterly captivated by the way snowflakes collected delicately atop her shoulders and in her hair.

She spoke. “Do you remember this place before the apocalypse?”

Snapping himself from his daze with a small jolt, his heart pounding as he was caught off guard.

“I have a vague memory of this place.” Richtofen answered shortly.

The girl kept her focus on her surroundings as she hummed in acknowledgment. That was until she peered over her shoulder at Richtofen, brows raised and arched acutely, eyes rounded and staring at him in wonder. Richtofen believed his heart stopped for a minute.

“What was it like?” She asked softly.

At that moment in time, Richtofen seemed to have lost all ability to speak, taken aback by her question, and the sincerity in her voice above all. His gaze followed her own when it landed on the dead space of the courtyard.

“It was busy.” Richtofen simply responded. “Although I did not visit often.”

“You weren’t stationed here? But I thought you were a scientist.” She quizzed.

Around the site, (Y/n) had stumbled across multiple rooms filled to the brim with scientific equipment; test tubes, odd looking tools, papers with hastily scribbled words of (presumably) chemicals on them. It was no ordinary construction facility, despite the couple of odd ones dotted around. It could easily be presumed the place was for research purposes only.

“I am a scientist.” Richtofen stated. “But the German army have numerous research sites.”

She nodded. “I see.”

An exasperated huff fell from her lips, pulling herself in from the cold, but suddenly her knees buckled, exhaustion finally overpowering and making her topple, her arms flying out to catch herself against the wall, as well as Richtofen’s when he swiftly braced himself to catch her.

The German inched closer, riddled with concern.

“When was the last time you gave yourself a rest?”

She slumped, shaking her head. “I don’t know. It’s been a day or so, I think.”

Attempting to stand upright, feigning a composed manner, she gave Richtofen an assuring look. However, he could see through her bloodshot eyes, easily reading that she was bound to fall asleep where she poorly stood.

“But I’m fine.” She countered, waving a hand.

“My dear, you’re barely standing.” Richtofen told truthfully.

He stayed close, fearing that her ankles would give way and she would crumble to the floor. It truly pained him to see the girl so fatigued. And given that his focus was solely on her well-being, Richtofen had completely dismissed the endearing name that slipped past his lips until (Y/n) met his eyes with a faint look of surprise adorning her face.

Richtofen gulped nervously upon realising, averting his eyes as he wiped his palms awkwardly on his waistcoat. But she smiled warmly, subtly easing the tension.

“You know I’m surprised you’re out here.” She spoke. “It’s freezing.”

Despite his thin attire, the German had numbed to the freezing temperatures long ago, for the heat rising within him due to his nerves was enough to keep him warm.

Richtofen answered. “You get used to it.”

“I guess.” She shrugged.

Her inability to keep her eyes open did not go unnoticed, for she often rubbed them to somewhat rid herself of tiredness.

“We should be heading back.” The German declared. “I’m sure the others are wondering where you are.”

(Y/n) thought about the trio Richtofen spoke of, secretly pleading they had taken advantage of the opportunity to rest, but sensing deep down they were probably wide awake, stewing on idea of where she had gone. They all seemed to fret more over her recently, and she wondered why, but only surmised that they were merely cautious of her safety. Much like she thought of them.

“You’re right.” (Y/n) agreed, pushing herself away from the wall.

Weakly standing beside Richtofen, she took a step forward, feeling her ankles almost roll inwards causing her to stumble. Fortunately, the German had caught her hand in his to steady her. She knew at this rate that her weary state would have her headed in the wrong direction.

Feeling the warmth fade from her hand in his, Richtofen instead let his hand float a small distance from the small of her back, his other subtly outstretched to guide her.

“Come now.” He prompted, moving forward as she followed suit. “We can’t have you like this.”

Traipsing lightly alongside him, (Y/n) felt unsteadiness overpower her ability to walk straight. She side-eyed Richtofen, seeing his focus directed down the corridor they trekked through, and cautiously linked her arm around his to aid herself. She felt the faint way he jolted at the unexpected contact.

Richtofen almost brought himself to a halt if only he hadn’t met her bleary, bloodshot eyes pleading for rest. His heart skipped a beat, lips pressing into a thin line.

“Sorry.” She laughed awkwardly. “But I’ll crash here otherwise.”

His opposite hand reached over, instinctively landing atop her own that clutched his arm gently.

“It’s alright.” He assured.

She inched closer, sensing the warmth radiating off him. “Thanks, Richtofen.”

(Y/n) hadn’t seen the way his Adam’s apple visibly bobbed up and down when he gulped axiously.

“You can call me Edward.” He said, nervously adding, “If you like.”

She hummed, smiling softly when she glanced at him, her eyes drooped from excessive fatigue.

Rounding a corner, they saw their route leading them outside. The sight of the wisping snowfall sent a chill crawling up her spine, making her shiver violently.

“Hey, Edward,” She started, her voice almost tremulous. “If we’re teleporting someplace else after this, please let it be somewhere warm.”

In response he gingerly squeezed her hand as reassurance.

Edward… Oh how that made his heart flutter.

[flowerthower]

Roleplay Search 21+ only~ Actively searching~

Hi there, I'm in the constant search for new rps! I am 34f and looking for only 21+ m/m or m/f (but preferably m/m) rps. Rp on discord I do work full time but writing is my passion and need to write or I will cease to exist! I'm looking for engaged multi paragraph posters who love to dabble in dark writings with lost of angst, darkness, suffering and troubles! I will write every day, if not, every other day, multiple posts a day when possible. I'm looking for someone who is just as engaged, or at least vocal about them being busy. I love to plot, discuss and ooc, so please! Send me a comment, no matter how old this post gets! I am ALWAYS looking to write! I am always searching for oc/ oc fandomless rp *Post apocalypse *Scifi *Medieval *Western *Alternate universe *Supernatural *DND *Past and future time lines Any ideas! The more fantastical the better! but I do also love certain fandoms! **Moon Knight *RDR2 *Avengers *Star Trek *X-men *Supernatural *Harry Potter

Send me your ideas! Again, I am always looking for more rps!

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X-Men Age of Apocalypse Onslaught Poster insert from Wizard Magazine. 1996. Art by Ian Churchill.

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going down an xmen movie deleted scene rabbit hole. X-Men Apocalypse!Scott has a for your eyes only and mad max poster in his room. He would not watch those fucking movies. He does have a the thing poster which I can get behind

[lowkeynando]

Marvel Comics is an American comic book company dating to 1961. This is a list of the publications it has released in its history under the "Marvel Comics" imprint. The list does not include collected editions; trade paperbacks; digital comics; free, promotional giveaways; sketchbooks; poster books or magazines, nor does it include series published by other Marvel imprints such as Epic, Icon or Star. It also does not include titles published by Marvel's pre-1961 predecessors Timely Comics and Atlas Comics.

The Marvel Universe is a fictional shared universe where the stories in most American comic book titles and other media published by Marvel Comics take place. Super-teams such as the Avengers, the X-Men, the Fantastic Four, the Guardians of the Galaxy, and many Marvel superheroes live in this universe, including characters such as Spider-Man, Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, the Hulk, Ant-Man, the Wasp, Wolverine, Black Panther, Doctor Strange, Daredevil, and Captain Marvel, Blade, Black Widow, Hawkeye, among numerous others. It also contains well-known supervillains such as Doctor Doom, Magneto, Ultron, Thanos, Loki, The Green Goblin, Kang the Conqueror, Red Skull, The Kingpin, Doctor Octopus, Carnage, Apocalypse, Dormammu, Mysterio, Electro, and the Vulture. It also contains antiheroes such as Venom, Namor, Deadpools, CLONES

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#15 - X-Men: Apocalipse

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X-Men: Apocalypse (2016)

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X-Men: Apocalypse.

(2016) Bryan Singer.

[sala66]

X-Men: Apocalipsis (X-Men: Apocalypse), de Bryan Singer, 2016