god, thinking about time travel, timelines with the ability to interact with each other and multiverses is exactly why i hate it every time it’s used in a story
not a fan that marvel decided to double down on the self-cest, cuz up until this episode, i was hoping the feelings tween loki and sylvie weren’t actually romantic, but rather like… platonic? or familial. either way…
also also, did anyone else catch onto the fact that there were a lot of false dichotomies going on? there’s obviously way more than two options of how things can go down, even without the knowledge that multiverse of madness is going to be a thing
but yeah… that’s my thoughts on that. if anyone wants to hmu and talk in depth about it, go for it <3
#;pasdepoutine#loki spoilers #(( man people who haven't watched the show are gonna be SO CONFUSED )) #(( that's the risk of transmedia storytelling tho what can i say? )) #(( i know exactly why disney's doing this tho. it maximizes their profits ))
july has just been one solid kick to the crotch for me jfc, i haven’t been this stressed in ages…
#;pasdepoutine #(( house hunting has been a bitch and a half )) #(( my mom's been flaky af about giving me her car so at this point i'm resolving to having to likely buy my own )) #(( my university FINALLY gave me info regarding tuition and registering for classes but the login isn't working... )) #(( AND PROM IS TOMORROW )) #(( jks but fr icb life didn't tell me its safe word because jfc bitch this is too much )) #(( so yeah that's why i've been hella inactive for the past lil while )) #(( and shit will probably stay that way until two out of three of these are resolved )) #(( i stg tho if shit doesn't start going uphill by august i'm gonna mcfuckin lose it ))
@gatecoeur said: “Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!” (to Tristam)
continued from discord.
Tristam wanted to slow the conversation down, to stop time for a just a few minutes so he could collect himself, so he could find the right words. But he couldn’t, and maybe Arrie was right anyway. He had kept secrets from her, even after everything she had told him and everything they had been through together, and she had every right to be hurt. She had every right to be angry. Nothing he said, no matter how well he managed to say it, would be able to fix the terrible decision he had made.
“No, I wasn’t,” Tristam protested, already sounding defeated. He carded his fingers through his tousled hair again. “I wasn’t planning on any of this, and that’s the point. I know that doesn’t make it any better but it’s the truth, I didn’t mean to keep a secret. It just happened, and then…”
That’s always how it happens, isn’t it, Tristam? he asked himself, chest tight, guilt burning through the spaces between his ribs. The voice in his head sounded too much like Jennifer. You don’t mean to do it, but it’s so easy. It comes so fucking naturally.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I can explain everything, if you want me to, but if you don’t I understand.”
Arrie stood there in silence for a good while, letting Tristam’s words roll in her head for a bit. He didn’t plan on keeping a whole aspect of his life secret, and yet he did? Was it really that easy for people to just do that? If yes, then Arrie’s been unaware of that for most of her life. It’s always been a conscious effort for her to keep things hidden - to not let it slip that she’s a mutant around people she’s just met, or a vigilante/mercenary around people who are outside of such circles.
It was different with him though. At least she thought it was. She trusted him with such things, and more - things that her own brothers barely knew much of anything about.
A sharp sigh escaped Arrie’s nose, her eyes, though still stern, looking up at Tristam.
“… I think it’d be unfair if I didn’t give you a chance to explain things to me,” she huffed. “I don’t like making big choices without all the facts anyways.”
Katrina gave a slight laugh. “Well, if you’re my security detail, considering what you just did I think we’ll be pretty well protected,” she said, starting down the hall. Her plan was a bit… simplistic, sure, but she was confident that it would end up going fine. How hard could it be? She knew how to get the intel, and between the two of them she definitely didn’t think there would be any problem with defense.
Adding and losing limbs? The sound of that made her want to shudder. But she only nodded, turning back to the doors lining the hall. “So what, you can turn into anything? Or just snakes and reptiles?” she asked with a smile.
“Ah, here we are,” Katrina pointed to the nearest door. After a quick attempt, the door seemed to be locked - which was expected, anyways. At least they were smart enough to lock the doors, even if they were still incredibly easy to get past. “My turn, or do you wanna turn into a snake again?”
“My powers are only half of it,” Arrie insisted, though she did her best to hide her lack of confidence in that statement. Her powers were in fact a huge part of what made her so deadly when the need arose for her to be so, but… She wasn’t completely defenseless without them either. She was a skilled martial artist in her own right, and she had her wits when she needed them most. Not that she was about to brag about either or - even with friends, some cards were best kept close to the chest, if only to watch their reactions when they’re finally revealed.
“Anything real or imaginary, as long as it can eat and breathe,” the brunette responded, knowing full well that the open-endedness of her answer was going to allow Katrina’s mind run wild with the possibilities. “So nothing that’s inanimate, really. Also plants - I can’t turn into plants.”
Arrie stood there with crossed arms, checking their surroundings as Katrina tried her luck with the door. An eyebrow was raised at the question, but she nonetheless smiled.
“I think I’d like to see what you’ve got going for you,” she insisted. “Plus, I would’ve stayed as a snake if I knew I needed to unlock more doors.”
When she didn’t came closer, Nat lowered his hand and shook his head. “That doesn’t m-matter. You c-could be the toughest person o-on earth and I could still hu-hurt you.” Someone’s toughness or size didn’t seem to matter, he could still drain them of life with a touch.
Wiping his face again, trying to remove his tears, he looked at her with pain, sadness and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of hope. Should he actually tell her? It wasn’t like he had the energy to run if she decided to attack him or take him to the police. On the other hand, what if she accepted it? What if she was one of those he’d heard of that didn’t mind mutants? She seemed kind. Eying her for a couple of seconds longer, Nathanael took a deep breath before he began talking again. “I nearly killed someone. I didn’t mean to. He was one of the school bullies and he attacked me and I got scared and angry and when he grabbed me I…” His voice sped up as he spoke while he gaze went from her face to the ground. “I can do things when I touch people. I-I’m a… mutant.”
As he confessed, he could feel his pulse increase. Feeling his muscles tense, trying to ready themselves to give whatever they had left, which wasn’t much at all. The boy could barely stand up. “Please don’t call the cops. I’ll leave the area as soon as I’ve rested a little.” Hopefully that would be enough to save him for now.
The stammering was what threw Arrie in for a loop. Either he was trying to convince himself of his claim, or he was so terrified of his own abilities that he couldn’t help it. More things started clicking into place as he explained further - she was glad that he was taking a chance on her. Nearly killing someone at that age… She’s done worse. Not that she remembers it at all, but still, she supposed it counted.
The final confession came and Arrie let out a small scoff. She knew it. Maybe it wasn’t a conscious thought on her mind at the time, but everything about the way he talked about hurting people was so reminiscent of many terrified mutant teens before him… And likely many terrified mutant teens after him.
“Trust me, I’m about the last person who’d call the cops on a fellow mutant,” the brunette promised with a grin, knowing the kid would be relieved to know he was in safe company. “My history with the law’s crappier than yours. Trust me.”
A soft sigh escaped her lips. Arrie’s never dealt with dangerous touch-based powers before… And a bit thankfully at that. Her powers were already volatile enough without outside influence. Still, she was more than willing to help Nathanael learn control as best as she could… Once she figured out what it was exactly that he did anyways.
“We probably shouldn’t stick around here - if what you say’s right, the kid you hurt might’ve told someone by now. I have somewhere you can stay safe and get some proper rest at… That is, if you’re willing to trust me.”
“All of them. They either really think you need the support or they really don’t believe I’m going to give it without being ordered,” she teased. Despite her teasing, Margo would offer her support either way. Rolling her eyes, Margo teased, “Oh yeah, how dare they want to keep you safe.” Margo laughed, “That sounds like a challenge, but I am always up for trying to keep you from doing something stupid.”
“I think the former’s more likely,” Arrie chuckled. “No way anyone would think that YOU of all people wouldn’t look out for a friend.”
The continued teasing came with a playful eye roll of her own. “Look, as much as I appreciate people caring about me not getting myself hurt or worse, I think it’s maybe A LITTLE redundant, considering my career… Which still includes the occasional stupid decision, so good luck keeping an eye on me 24/7.”
Being a vigilante was technically a career, right? And if not, choosing to be a part-time mercenary certainly was, and that was equally as dangerous.
just finished watching the tomorrow war with my brother and ahh…
you cannot convince me that the world governments wouldn’t have forced mutants, Inhumans and other super powered individuals to go and fight the white spikes instead of its non-powered citizens. you can’t.
also tho i figured out way earlier than all the biologists in the movie that the white spikes weren’t as intelligent as the world gave them credit for. they were a hive-mind hyper carnivore without any real competition depleting their food sources more rapidly than their food could replenish themselves. intelligent creatures would never do that.
#;pasdepoutine #the tomorrow war #tomorrow war spoilers #(( also do i highkey want a plot based off the movie? abso-fucking-lutely. ))
Bucky moved a little closer as she scrolled through her phone gallery, using his height to help block the sun from the screen. He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her ear as she looked for a picture. She’d never spoken about her family before, and he felt a little honored to being let in on this part of her life.
That was a sign he was doing something right, right? That she trusted him and felt close enough to him to open up a little more… He was going to need to see if he could find the photo album Steve had given him, while he was still in Wakanda. He’d brought it with him when it was time to move back to Brooklyn, but… he hadn’t really looked at it for at least a year.
“Aww, you guys cute,” he commented, giving her a little squeeze. They were a handsome pack of siblings, and Bucky now felt even more certain that Arrie got her tough nature from having so many brothers. He suspected it all along.
He released her from the hug as she pocketed her phone, but one arm stayed around her shoulders as they continued to walk. “You could dance with the grace of a baby giraffe and I’d still show you off,” he retorted. “You don’t have to like dancing, I just think it’d be fun to try.”
“Haha, thanks,” Arrie chuckled. “Though to be fair, we got lucky - our parents were very good-looking people.”
The smallest hint of melancholy came with that fact. She could remember the discussions the family had over who took after who, which happened way more often than it really should have, but maybe the joy in it was just the comedy of seeing how things had worked out…
They should’ve been enjoying their sixties by now. Retired, back in Saint-Alexis-des-Monts. Hell, maybe even travelling the world with all the kind of free time.
“It’s not that I don’t like dancing,” Arrie insisted after laughing over the giraffe bit. “I actually love it. I just… I dunno, I guess I’m just nervous about trying something that’s VERY different to how I normally dance, you know? Especially when it’s something you clearly love.”
Bucky has yet to have caught her in a solo midnight kitchen performance, which honestly was a miracle, considering it was practically routine at this point. Sometimes she actually danced well, and other times she was having a time and a half being an absolute goofball on her own. Arrie wasn’t exactly sure which one she’d rather Bucky catch her dancing as first - she was sure he’d get a playful jab at her either way.
“There’s our spot,” Arrie suddenly pointed out, approaching the white exterior of a small restaurant that was distinct from the rest of the building’s aged bricks. Two tall and leafy plants stood guard by the entrance, and the interior appeared to be glowing with sunset lighting, with red paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling.
“I don’t have any that I’m too interested in so it’ll probably just be a date thing. I’ll likely just see what comes to me. Though, I will be honest, I have thought about deleting the app altogether for a while. Seeing if my company is just so terrible that I need to find a significant other.”
Sipping her wine, she watched Arrie for a moment. “What about you? Anyone catching your eye lately? Or are you going on a self-mandated break too?”
“Oh come on, don’t put yourself down like that,” Arrie insisted. “It’s just an unfortunate truth that you gotta weed out some bad dates before you find someone with potential. But hey, I can respect wanting to take a break from it all. Being single has its perks, you know.”
The brunette leaned back with a happy sigh, raising an eyebrow along with her glass as Abby asked her question. Arrie set her drink down with a small laugh.
“I’m, ahh… I’ve been going with the flow, honestly. Most of the people I’ve met up with were either bad dates or one-night stands, which I really don’t mind. Good things take time. Plus, I’m not exactly in a rush to get into a relationship with someone I might not trust. That’s a huge spell for a disaster, with, well… Me being me, you know?”
Ben could’ve built more of an argument against hers, but it was clear the tension between them wouldn’t solve a thing. Had he seen Arrie angry before? While she spoke to him, he’d gone over in his head, trying to find any moment where she might’ve been. He couldn’t find one. Saying sorry in the moment would’ve been easy, but he knew then he wouldn’t mean it. The truth was that Arrie’s anger scared him, moreso because she had his powers. Once they came into play, he lowered his head into his head, wishing he could disappear. After her reaction, he’d have to. Once again.
Once she was gone, all he could do was ask for his food to go. The potential for that was cut short at the sight of cops, which pushed him to take the cash and run into the restroom. “Fuck!” He exclaimed to himself. Hopefully he had just enough energy. The food from earlier in the RV seemed to keep him afloat as he focused on changing again. He just needed enough of a difference to avoid detection.
Soon he’d have to eat. But his focus in the meantime was to escape. Once he exited the restroom, he excused himself while sliding by two cops. Once out in the street, he finally took a deep breath, trying his best not to let the sounds and smells of New York overwhelm him. “Fucking hell, Arrie.”
The bike roared to life and the brunette barely rounded the first corner when she caught sight of a cop car in her rear-view mirror, heading directly where she came from. Wow. Really?They reacted that fast to a bunch of floating plates, but couldn’t be assed to deal with any real crimes…
She just scoffed to herself and carried on with a shake of her head. The mutant highly doubted Ben would heed the advice she gave, seeing as how that fucking conversation went. Plus, Ben didn’t look like himself, so he’d probably go unnoticed either way. Right now she didn’t care though - she was just focused on getting these unfamiliar powers under control.
Hopefully the general suppressants would work. They didn’t on her original powers, but she knew how they worked regardless - they should take effect within half an hour. She didn’t hesitate to pop one of the pills into her mouth as soon as she stepped out of the store, pocketing the bottle before intending to go home…
The only issue was though that she immediately felt like she was being followed, as soon as she was one block out.
“I went into work early this morning,” she spoke as she went to remove the kettle from the fire. She pointed to the cabinet. “What kind do you want?” She had several varieties, believing that a selection was good to have depending on her mood or preference that day. For herself, she was going to choose a nice apple cinnamon.
There was a time when Abby didn’t drink hot tea. Being a southern girl, she liked sweet tea. Ice cold, almost frozen really, with lots of sugar. It wasn’t until college that she started drinking hot tea. She found it helped calm her. It was also comforting. Though she still preferred coffee.
“After work, I came home, had lunch, and promptly passed out. Probably shouldn’t have had such a big lunch. Probably why I slept so deeply and long like I did,” she chuckled.
“Hmm…” Arrie stared up at the collection, reading the labels carefully. She had always been more of a coffee-drinker growing up, being Canadian and all, but she had never had issues with tea. They were always welcome to soothe the soul, or a nasty cold, on the rare occasion where one did take hold of her body anyways. Regardless, the cultural debate between the two beverages had always confused her, and it’s not like anyone who ever took part in those debates were ever much help in explaining why the argument was necessary.
Shaking the train of thought out of her head, Arrie finally pulled out a box of blackberry tea, setting it down with a smile.
“Better to have a big lunch than a little one, in my opinion,” she laughed. “Plus, sometimes we all need a nice long nap… All in all, sounds like you’ve been having a pretty good day so far.”
okay, made a decent dent in arrie’s drafts - got about half of them done, a few posted, but most queued. other half must wait til tomorrow cuz my brain’s starting to feel like soup. i’ll likely be doing asks first tomorrow tho, hehe
He couldn’t stop the instinctual flinch at her words, and tried to keep himself from reacting to what looked like fangs. He almost wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him. He was spooked enough out here, alone. But still, ‘There are more things in heaven and earth-’
Or it’s the result of body modification, he thought, sharply, Pay attention.
Regardless, he needed to be careful. He’d been passing through on a negotiating mission. An avalanche- either natural, or caused by those opposed to peace- had totaled his means of transportation, and separated him from the Aurora Watch. The Captain had called shortly thereafter, advising him to find some form of cover until he could get to them. So, here he was, covered in gray dust, still rattled, and certainly not feeling his most conversationally savvy self.
He raised his hands, peaceably.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “We did not realize this territory was inhabited.”
The ‘we’ was intentional. No one needed to know he was alone, and easy pickings. And it was true enough. They were a good distance away from either garrison.
“We… What do you mean by we?”
There couldn’t have been something or someone she had missed… It was near impossible to be imperceptible by all of her senses. Especially her sense of smell. He HAD to be alone, or at least alone for the time being. Arrie had originally thought that the avalanche was more of a problem than a solution, but now?
It might be the one thing keeping the safehouse from being discovered by the wrong people right now.
The mutant’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as she looked this stranger up and down. He seemed to be a bit shaken, and definitely covered in some residue… Either he had purposely taken a tumble down the mountain to make his act as believable as possible, or he had somehow gotten caught in the avalanche’s path.
Either way, she waited patiently for his answer. It was going to determine whether or not she’d be willing to lend him a hand.
“Yeah, the world is…different. That’s for sure.” Monica crosses her arms over herself, almost hugging her body. “I – I went to that monument the other day, for the ‘disappeared’. Found my name. There were a bunch of other people there doing the same thing. I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like to live through that.”
“Walls of the Vanished,” Arrie recalled. “There’s one in every city across the world. My youngest brother’s name is on the one in New Orleans. I.. I visited it every year until the Blip happened. I’m used to a chaotic life, but… Nothing on this scale.”
“I really don’t think we had it as bad as you guys though. You came back to a world that’s completely different from the one you left… And some people are even mad that you came back at all. That has to hurt more than anything - being blamed for something you had no control over.”
#v;the jensaarai bounty hunter #bad batch spoilers #(( i can and will lay down my life for this man )) #(( also until proven otherwise i stg howzer has his chip removed )) #(( cuz there's no way a chipped clone would be cool with the syndullas pulling the shit that they did ))