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A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.

Albert Camus, Notebooks (via philosophybits)

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#ISlay

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Storm - mohawk version

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female awesome meme [1/5] characters with superpowers ♡ ororo munroe (x-men)

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Hello Lovelies <3

Hello everyone. ^.^ For those who care (lol) I’m back! Ready to write up a storm (pun unintended). Honestly I had to take a break from writing. The group I was RPing with ended and it kind of threw me off. Plus all the stress of school, work, and overall living. I just need a few moments to breath, yet the itch to write was forever nagging at the back of my mind. And quite frankly couldn’t be ignored any longer. So here I am. However I do want to try something a bit different. Normally I would make a account aim specifically for a certain character. (Storm, Doom, Wolverine, Black Panther, Gambit, Batman, Spock, Khan, Sherlock, Hannibal...an so on.) I’ve RPed a variety of characters, and running account for each one was always a bit...hectic. 

SOOOOO, although this account will remain mostly focused on Storm (Cause she is my favorite. Of all time. Forever. And ever. I love her. XD), my writings will be a mixture of different stories. I will be doing a new ongoing series with Storm, but also there will be some for other characters as well. Some short, some long, all depends. In other words this account will now be a combination of my adoration of Ororo and my love for storytelling. 

Love you all!  

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I watched Logan and then I started to ship Logan/Ororo again!! T___T 

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by Ron Ackins

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X-Men: Reformed

Ororo ‘STORM” Munroe -Halle Berry 

Yukio ‘WILD’ -Rinko Kikuchi

Remy ‘GAMBIT’ Lebeau -Taylor Kitsch 

Maya ‘ECHO’ Lopez -Michelle Rodriguez

Nezhno ‘GENTLE” Abidemi -Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje

Sooraya ‘DUST’ Qadir -Priyanka Chopra

Kurt “NIGHTCRAWLER” Wagner

Neena ‘DOMINO’ Thurman-Keira Knightley

Wade “DEADPOOL’ Wilson -Ryan Reynolds

James ‘WOLVERINE’ Howlett -Hugh Jackman

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Storm (2014-2015) #1 art by Victor Ibanez

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Ororo “Storm” Munroe

You are:

1) a queen

2) free as wind

3) Goddess of the Plains

4) beautiful and dangerous

5) storm with a skin

6) a child

7) a mentor

8) the White Witch

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If only Rogue knew how close she had been to physically harming her brother the that night at her loft. It had taken a great deal of resolve to keep herself in line. She had needed him. For once she had truly needed him to simply be there for her! And instead...

It still hurt. Remy had pushed back. Leaving the windrider alone. Yet was use to such isolation. Constantly having to keep everyone away, to keep her emotions locked up. Conceal, don’t feel. The one time she let herself be vulnerable, to express...it had blown up in her face. She could almost laugh at the irony of it all. So although she had been joking, there had still been some underline malice behind her words. 

Clearing her thoughts, Ororo listened to her friends continued frustration. Molding the question around for a bit. Despite her own anger and bias towards the Ragin’ Cajun. In all honesty she did believe the two mutants meshed quite well. Too well in fact, regardless of one another’s denial. The southern belle was one of the few people her brother actually respected. And Remy had a knack for getting Rogue to open up more, show off her fiery spirit. Bobby, whom the weather manipulator loved dearly, had been the first to warm up and connect with her, yes, but the windrider was unsure if he was the exact push the mutant needed. Especially after what happened with the Cure.

“A little bit of both.” She finally answered, reaching into her purse for her wallet but was halted by the kind gesture of her friend. Ororo was by no means use to others treating her. She had always taken care of herself no exception. Having Rogue pay for her groceries left her with a mixture of gut-wretching feelings, she wouldn’t allow herself to dwell on. “Thank you.” 

Handing Rogue her candy, she gathered her bags in either of her arms. “I really do hope you give the date a chance. Give the possibility of happiness a chance.” Don’t end up like me. “How much harm could it do. If things go sour, at least he’ll never ask you out again.”          

Why’d Ya Have T’ Go? || Rogue & Storm

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The deflated expression on her friend’s face caused her to frown. She had not intended for her words to cause Rogue any distress. Though she did not share the mutant’s abilities, Ororo knew what it was like to keep people at arms length for their own safety, for it was much harder to allow others inside the walls that were so carefully built. Out of everyone she wished for the southern belle to be in a healthy relationship. Not because she needed to be, but because she desired it. 

Remy was her brother and in many ways she was bias, however she knew he could be a bit….much at times. Yet he had a good heart.

“Well you will come to a decision, I’m sure.”She set the pizza down on the conveyor belt. As much as she wish to comfort Rogue, there was only so much words could do. The woman would have to figure her feeling out for herself and she would, in due time. “Until then know that you can come to me for anything.” Though she had left the mansion, she had not abandon her family. When they truly needed her, she would be contacted somehow. “Although if you must punch him. Hit his left side, it’s his better angle….In fact punch him twice for good measure, one just for me too.”

Ororo continued to lay out her items, counting just exactly how much she was spending. The nightclub made a good amount, but not enough to make them millionaires. Yuki would just have to settle for off-brand kettle popcorn and Mountain Dew. Not that either women were much for complaining about riches.

The windrider looked to the single candy bar held in her friend’s hands, having notice the mutant had been clinching it between her hands the entire time. “Here let me.” She gestured for the chocolate. A little sweet could help brighten a cloudy day, and if she could bring out the sun for Rogue she would. Even in the form of some candy. 

Gently she placed a hand upon the mutant’s shoulder. “Just do me this one favor. If things feel g–if it feel right. Try not to fight it so much. Enjoy the moment for they are far fleeting.“    

“Ah know, Ah know. It probably won’t be that bad but damn if Ah’d rather be at home alone in mah room instead.” She shook her head thinking about all the ways she could use her time better than going on a date with Remy. Then her friends words hit her and she smiled a little, then it grew a little bigger. “His left side, Ah’ll remember that. Almost sounds like you’re askin’ me to hit ‘im for you. If ya came back ya could do it yurself.” Rogue tried, any opportunity to try and get Storm back. 

Rogue watches as Ro pulls out all her shopping. It made her happy to have a place like the school to call her home, to be surrounded by people who knew what it was like to be different. “No, really it’s fine. Ya don’t have t’.” She looked to her friend when her hand is placed on her shoulder. “Tell me the truth Ro. Do ya honestly think we’d be good or ‘r ya just trying to get meh outa mah shell? He’s all flash an’ no substance. Ah liked Bobby more’n Ah like him.” Rogue sighed and looked down, then to her chocolate. They were nearing the front of the line and the elderly gentleman with glasses and a white moustache collected his eggs and bread, nodding to them before heading out of the store. 

The items start to be scanned and Rogue watches as the total starts to go up and up on her friend’s purchases. Finally conceding to Ro she places down her comfort chocolate with exactly zero intentions of letting Ro pay. She was good at this game. When the cashier tells them the total Rogue holds out a bill big enough to cover it.  She looked over at her friend. “There, now Ah’ve done somethin’ smart in the last two days. Somethin’ Ah ain’t gunna regret.” She smiled for her friend, it was genuine and content. 

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A brow raised in curiosity. Who would have known the two woman had anything in common. Yet she supposed everyone did on some level. Experiences in life may differ, but feels of anger, love, sadness were universal. 

Resting an elbow on the counter Ororo leaned in her hand, sighing as she thought back to the conversation she had with Charles. She loved the man dearly, but lately they seem to only clash with one another. His ideals. His. Not hers. Were...frustrating at times. Especially with how things were going. She understood of course, he wanted peace between humans and mutants. But were they to lay in the dirt and be stepped on? She was reminded of the words from Malcolm X. 

Be peaceful, be courteous, obey the law, respect everyone; but if someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery.

All her life, she had fought. Fought against the pain of losing her parents, fought against hunger, against oppression. She did not know how to allow people to walk all over her. 

The windrider said nothing in response on the subject of recruitment. Many mutants were suffering...lost and alone. She did not agree with the Brotherhoods methods, nor could she stand by and watch as adolescences were taught to harm others. However there were worse outcomes in the world than joining up with Magneto. “Is this the part were we start to bond?” She laughed lightly, turning away from Mystique. “I’m sure despite you undying loyalty to Lord Voldemort, there are times when you two don’t agree. Well...” She took a sip from her bottle, “let’s just say I’m not exactly being a good little pacifist right now.”     

Cognitive Dissonance// Ororo & Raven

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Recruiting. Of course. She should have known. It was just like the Brotherhood to prey upon the lost and scared. Rather than nurture they planted hated. She couldn’t agree with such a policy. Even when at times she too questioned her path in life. As she was doing that very moment. 

Both Charles and Magneto could be persuasive men. The X-Men had been a constant shield against the Brotherhood leader, however she had never really considered any of them as her enemies. Granted she wouldn’t abide the act of taking another one’s life, not as the mutant terrorist group had done on countless occasions. And for a long times she had been angry with how Jean had been used. But then she had been upset with Charles for never informing the team about The Phoenix. Upset with the redhead for not telling her. Angry at herself for not doing more. 

“Honest.” Ororo shot the mutant a skeptical look. One that clearly stated that Mystique of all people wanted honesty when the shapeshifter was a notorious untrustworthy person. “Ok,” There was really nothing to hide in concerning herself. However even still it was hard to give the woman the whole truth and nothing but the truth. “I’m here to beat up guys ten times my size and take their money. It’s a weird hobby of mine.” She laughed, shaking her head at the entire situation. Most wouldn’t in a million years picture her in such a place, but this was where she was comfortable. It was familiar. When it came down to it, many didn’t know her as well. Which was really her own fault. She pushed them away. “Guess I just have a lot of pint up anger.”      

Mystique knew that her reputation preceded her, and that she’d normally be the last person any of Charles’ lot would trust even if their lives depended on it. And yet, Storm was still here and that meant she had to be at least a little open to discussion. That, in itself, was a huge advance considering that most of the interactions between their sides involved violence.  “Pent up anger, huh? Anger’s gotta have a target - who’s pissed you off enough for you to be coming all the way out here?” She flagged down the bartender and gestured for them to refill her drink. “I’m not judging, I like to beat the shit out of people as well. You ever come flying down off a wall and kick a guy in the head? If you haven’t, you totally should do. Great fun.” She noted the skeptical look. “What? It’s not the extreme violence you’re judging me for, considering where we are. Oh, it’s the recruiting, isn’t it? Trust me, the mutants I’ve picked up at this place - they’re really a lot better off with our help than they are stuck in this circuit. There was a girl who’s with us now, they were treating her like some kind of circus freak.” Her grip tightened involuntarily around the now-full glass. “She’s happier now, so I’m happier as well.”

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Text II Kitty and Ororo

Ororo: No! Of course not, Mchumba.*

Ororo: This is just something I have to deal with. Figure things out.

Ororo: I may not be physically at the mansion, but I'll always be with you.

Ororo: You and I are connected.

Kitty: And the rest of your students?

Kitty: I'm sorry I just...

Kitty: Can't wrap my head around this.

Ororo: Kitten you are taking my words out of context.

Ororo: You know that I love all of you.

Ororo: I simple need...space.

Ororo: Surely you can understand that.

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Taking his glass she quickly replaced it with a new one, filling it with his previous alcoholic choice. She almost felt sorry for the guy. Sayid had not been lying when describing the reporter as out of place. He was constantly searching around the club in both curiosity and caution, staring at all it had to offer. She herself had had a similar reaction her first night. Not by the crowd size or the different abilities, but by the freedom. It was as if stepping into another world completely. No one was force to hide or feel shame for who they were. The chains that society had placed upon them fell to the ground outside. There was equality and acceptance, and she could see why many were drawn to the little slice of paradise.

“Well to be honest I did not come up with the title. Credit for that would have to go to my co-owner, Yukio.” She pointed in the direction of where a small Japanese woman was shaking her groove-thang on top of a table, while a group of onlookers cheered in encouragement. “Although it is quite suiting wouldn’t you say. With everything that has happened a revolution would seem like the most possible outcome.”

Ororo excused herself for a minute to attend to a few customers. A short human woman wrapped in the arms of a large rock-skinned mutant. The couple had permanent smiles on their faces, which grew with receiving their drinks.

“A revolution however is not the root of hatred and violence as most believe. It starts with love.” She sighed, thinking back to the attack on the school. Since leaving the mansion, she had done her best to seal off all emotional trauma from the experience. Many expected her to have remained the unfazed rock of the team, but this last incident had simply been too much to bare. Despite being worshiped long ago, she was only human. “And having that love be...assaulted.”  

You Say You want a Revolution|| Shawn & Ororo

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Perhaps it shouldn’t have been all that surprising. Her experience running a school seemed to transferred well in managing the club. Yukio, bless her heart, had never been a particularly organized person. Ororo had spent the past week rearranging and sorting the inventory. Balancing a bottle of rum and a clipboard in her arms, she chewed on the pen in her mouth, rocking slowly to the music pumping through to the storage room. Not hearing the soft knocking or the creaking of the door. 

It wasn’t until there was a tapping on her shoulder did the windrider finally turned around. Sayid, an Arabic mutant with varies patches of green scales upon his smooth skin. Though timid at first, he was an extremely hard worker. Always attempting to be the voice of reason. The two had taken to one another almost instantly. 

“There’s a man at the bar asking for the owner.” He directed to the now opened door. Already reaching to retrieve the items from Ororo’s grasp.

“Who?” Whenever someone asked for the manager. It usually involved Yukio and said customer getting into a shouting match. It had been a unanimous decision that she would deal with any problems. The nightclub did not discriminate against anyone, even being a mostly mutant-friendly establishment. However incidents still occurred, the fault being laid on both sides.

“Some guy. Short hair, unshaven beard.”

She frowned, “Not the best description.” In fact the image alone could be half the patrons. 

“Um,” Sayid rubbed his neck, trying to remember more to give her. “He seems a bit out of place.”

“Out of place?”

“Yeah.”

Sighing Ororo gave over the board and liquor bottle. Keeping the now bitten up pen. “Where is Yuki anyways?”

“Belly-shots.”

The windrider smiled, shaking her head. “Of course.” Straightening her breaded crop top, she stepped out into the main area. Her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the changing lights. Pink, blue, green, yellow, orange, red. In that order. Really making the room pop. Along with the bouts of sparks flying from people exerting their abilities. 

In the far corner she could see a gathered crowd edging on whatever drinking game the petite ninja was winning. At times the mutant had to question wither her friend was even human. No one should be able to consume that much alcohol and not develop some form of kidney failure. Yukio had deemed it her true superpower. Ororo had agreed.

Entering behind the counter, she scanned those sitting at the bar, landing on the reporter. Ah, yes. She could now see what Sayid had meant. Even the humans there were either out on the dance floor or chatting away. Socializing like anyone would in such a place. Contrary to what the man was doing. 

Going over to where he sat, Ororo leaned slightly over the counter, hands locked together. “So shall I assume that everything will be on the record?” She smirked, politely gesturing to refill his glass.         

There were powers everywhere. Shawn wasn’t exaggerating anymore; wherever he looked, colors exploded through the darkness, glasses broke, someone flew overhead, or someone walked by him that was so clearly a mutant–green skin, scaled skin, wings coming out of the top of their heads, you name it–that Shawn couldn’t help but stare. He cradled his drink close to his chest, pushing the straw around the glass, and told himself he was cooler than this, more well versed in the world, that he was not some arrogant human staring at everyone that passed like he was in a circus show in the late 80′s. But that was the thing: he was only human, and there was so, so much to see. 

He sucked down more of his drink, twirling the ice around just to give himself something to do. And it worked for a time, distracting him enough that he didn’t notice the woman approach until her voice was filing his ears. He jumped slightly in surprise, gulped down the last sip he’d taken so he didn’t choke on it, then he nodded slowly. “Ah yeah, well, anything your’e willing to tell me, I’m willing to listen to. If there’s something you want to say off the record, you have to say ‘off the record’ first, and I stop taking notes. Pretty normal procedure.” He glanced around the room: the flying guy was hovering on the ceiling now. Nothing about this night was going to be normal procedure, but he supposed he could play pretend. 

Shawn smiled at the woman then put his hand out to shake. “I’m Shawn Butler. You most be Ororo. Thanks for agreeing to meet with me.” He nodded, thankful for the refill. “So, revolution, huh? Not a subtle name. Maybe we can start there.” 

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Storm Arise - Created by Stanley Lau

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You can steal my powers…break my ankle…but unless you kill me, you’ll never stop me. 

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Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s need, but not every man’s greed.

Mohandas K. Gandhi (via currentsinbiology)