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RAFAH NOW !!
Today, the refugee tents in Rafah were bombed at night! Innocent Palestinians were killed in a moment of nighttime calm! What kind of tyranny is this? This atrocity occurred just hours after the International Court of Justice's decision to ban entry to Rafah. Israel is sending a clear message to the world that it does not care about anyone. In the video footage, someone can be heard screaming, "Oh my God, my daughters are in those tents that were bombed!"
Today, I sent some of my family's donation money to Palestinian families in Rafah to help them move to Gaza. I don't think they survived this! My God, what are we living through?
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Now we are trying to get out of Rafah after the continuous threats from the Israelis to invade it. Bombing everywhere, killing in all areas today.
The field situation is very difficult... and the sounds of shells are loud... and the Israeli army is advancing
As for us, we are begging you to help us. Donations are already coming to our campaign, but the donation is small and the need is very great
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25, and 7 with Reader/Kurt Wanger
7.Virgin/First Time 25. Breeding Kink
Kurt is rubbing his tail; something you’ve noticed he does when he’s nervous and something he’s never seemed to be able to hide.
“I’ve uh, never done anything like this..” You assure him, worried that the prospect of sex is what’s concerning him.
“I ‘ave I’m just, worried about...”
“What; I don’t think anything you can say will scare me away.”
“Do you know what a kink is..”
“Yes, is there one you.. oh my gosh do you have a virgin kink?’ You grin at him excited you might be able to put his worry to rest, but he shakes his head and you frown a little hand reaching for him and he teleports next to you.
“I do have a kink... but you won’t like it.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Well no. But... it’s uh, not good, because of me.”
“because of you...”
“I like, to, want, to breed you..” He mumbles tail tip almost drawing blood on his fingers, you reach forward fingers threading through his so his tail lashes a little bit.
“And you’re worried if you got me pregnant that the baby would look like you?”
“Yes, that’s bad because..”
“Because blue clashes with everything? Kurt I don’t care if we have a child and they look like you, they’ll be just as adorable as you if that’s the case.”
Valentine’s Day Challenge
finally bringing slutty men back to comic book media let’s gooooo
I colored in the artwork of my oc dina
And dina with kurt💙💜
Thank you @lazywrites for the artwork🥰
Hey I was wondering if you could write a piece about my OC Dina Khoury x Kurt wagner, I'll be giving her info in jot note from because that's my best way of doing it.
I wasn't sure which info would be useful for whatever you plan to write, but ig having the whole picture helps
-Dina was born to human x-gene carrier parents, a Palestinian mother and an afro Egyptian father. She also has an older brother who tormented her as a child.
-she was born into a strict religious household(Christian) and suffered spiritual abuse because of them, being shamed often(religion is a very spiky topic for her because of it but it doesn't effect how she feels about Kurt)
-she ran away from home at 10 after discovering her powers, which unfortunately lead to her being snatched off of the streets and thrown into mutant fighting rings.
-she has scars all over her body from these fights and feels sickened looking at them, for some reason her powers can't get rid of them.
-after escaping the ring she was discovered have dead in the street by Magneto and her took her in as his daughter.
-dina believed in magneto's cause after hearing about it and reflecting on how she doesn't want to continue experiencing like the way she has been as a mutant, why should she settle for being tolerated?
- appearance wise Dina has dark skin, dark brown(almost black)eyes, and light blond 4a texture hair thats in a different style almost every day.
-she loves wearing hair accessories like loc charms and jewels hanging by gold twin wrapped around the ends her braids/locs, and she wears purple all the time with different shades and color pairings.
-she's trans mtf and used her reality manipulation abilities to make the physical transition easier.
-She's funny, asertive, intense, and will go above and beyond to protect her loved ones, usually violently if the situation allows it; she's very adamant about the rights of mutants and is not going to be undermined in anyway shape or form much like her adoptive father.
I hope you like Dina and I hope you can come up with an interesting fic idea for her and Kurt. If you have anything you wanna ask me about feel free to message me😊😁
I had a lot of fun designing this character, and she's got such an entertaining backstory as well, i'm inclined to draw her later sometime again
sorry for the delay this week has been especially busy, if anyone else wants me to design an outfit for their OC just send an ask, i love drawing superhero outfits so much.
You are free to color it how you like, i don't know which colors you would've wanted her outfit to be besides the jacket, thanks for telling me her story!
Also she's into this weird little guy idk why lol
Hey, if you have the time. could you write an X-Men 97 Kurt Wagner x reality warper reader who is Magneto's adopted daughter.
Bound by Reality
Kurt Wagner x fem!reader Words: 1,6K A/N: I kind of feel like this sucks, but I hope it's alright anyway
Kurt loves you. That's the most important thing. He doesn't care who your father is or what he's done or how much he himself agrees with it all. He loves you. As long as you love him, that's all that matters to him.
Your power is the most fascinating thing for Kurt. Admittedly, he was quite skeptical at first. He is an acrobat, a fighter and always had to be able to rely on his senses. Especially when you met on the battlefield and on opposite sides, he was initially very wary of you and your powers.
But now, especially after you got together, you are a true miracle for him.
Sometimes you lie together in a meadow or in your bed and you alter little things, not much and it doesn't cost you much, but each time he is thrilled anew by your abilities. He's not shy about telling you either.
Every time you give free rein to your skills, be it in battle or otherwise, his legs go weak with affection. You're powerful, you're talented and between you and me, you just look fantastic doing it. Kurt could watch you use your skills all day, he wouldn't get tired of it.
However, as wonderful as he thinks your abilities are, he sometimes curses them all the more. Using your abilities, especially on a large scale, usually has severe consequences for you. Both your mental and physical strength are stretched to the limit and it is not uncommon for him to catch you at the last moment to prevent you from hitting the ground.
Should you be that vulnerable or hurt, Kurt becomes quite protective. You are one of the most important things in his life and he will protect you with his life if he has to.
Kurt is incredibly happy when you get on well with Rogue, as you are both equally important to him. However, you both have a habit of conspiring against him and he always gets the short end of the stick.
He also gets on quite well with your adoptive siblings. Admittedly, they didn't make it easy for him at first, but Kurt was quite persistent and got all three of them on his side.
You yourself had tried to delay the meeting between Kurt and your father as much as possible, which wasn't because you were embarrassed by Kurt. You loved him more than anything and you were pretty sure that wasn't going to change any time soon. The problem was your father. You were pretty sure that he would accept Kurt in the end, but you knew your father well and knew that he could be more than a little protective, especially when it came to his children.
"Liebling,“ Kurt murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind as his tail wrapped around her legs. "Calm down. You're walking a hole in our carpet." She sighed as her boyfriend spread light kisses over her neck.
"You know my father, you know how he is. He's never approved of any of my relationships and I really want him to like you." Kurt leaned forward so his mouth hovered over her ear. "Will his decision change anything about us?"
She spun around and looked up at him a little indignantly. "Of course not!" A slight smirk came to his lips and he pulled her closer to him by the waist. "Then I don't see what you're so worried about." Before she could protest, he quickly placed his lips on hers, successfully silencing her.
She didn't respond at first, but then gave in with a sigh and returned the kiss, which Kurt deepened all too briefly.
He couldn't hold her in his arms for long, however, as the doorbell rang and she broke away from him, despite his protesting whimpers. She gave him one last look, half warning, half amused, before opening the door. "Dad!"
She threw her arms around his neck and Kurt could see a warm smile on Magneto's lips as he hugged his daughter. "My love." He released himself from her arms, very gently, and stroked her cheek tenderly, a loving look in his eyes. "Am I mistaken or are you becoming more beautiful with each passing day?"
Kurt could see in his mind's eye how she blushed and smiled sheepishly.
"You're exaggerating." Father and daughter exchanged words for a few moments before his gaze wandered over to Kurt. His smile disappeared in an instant and his expression became cold and distant, his hand pressed against his daughter's back. Kurt understood at that moment why she was so worried. That look alone was enough to kill him. Still, he put on his most charming smile and stepped towards him, hand outstretched as he did his best to suppress the nervous lashing of his tail. "Dad, this is Kurt Wagner, my boyfriend. I told you about him," she pressed, and after looking at Kurt for a few moments, he squeezed his hand.
It was a firm squeeze and Kurt was sure he was trying to break his hand, but he kept smiling. "I'm really pleased to meet you, sir." Magneto let go of his hand and looked at him skeptically for a moment.
"A bit bluer and furrier than the last one, eh?" She stepped forward and wrapped a hand around Kurt's arm, a forced smile on her lips. "Well, my taste has definitely improved."
The next hour was absolute torture for everyone involved—at least, that’s how Kurt felt. As she tensely tried to spark a conversation between Kurt and her father, Magneto's piercing gaze seemed to slice through Kurt. Kurt was fairly certain that this man disliked him on principle, which was a significant problem, because Kurt was pretty much in love with his daughter and had no intention of leaving her. "Darling," Magneto suddenly spoke up, but didn't take his eyes off Kurt felt like he was shrinking into the sofa cushions under that relentless stare. "Would you do me a favor and get me another drink?" Her gaze fluttered to Kurt, who tried to subtly shake his head in protest. She stood up, nodding.
"Sure," she replied, though her voice wavered slightly, betraying her uncertainty. She glanced back at Kurt, worry evident in her eyes. "Please don't kill him while I'm gone," she added, attempting to lighten the mood with a nervous chuckle.
He didn't answer, and Kurt didn't like the look Magneto gave him. The tension in the room grew worse and colder once she left, the door closing softly behind her. As soon as she was out of earshot, Magneto leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. One of the spoons on the table flew into the air, spinning slowly between them.
"So you think you deserve my daughter," Magneto said, his voice low and menacing. Kurt's eyes were fixed on the spinning spoon, his mind racing. He knew that with enough force and speed, even the bluntest object could be lethal. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his nerves.
"I wouldn't say I deserved her," Kurt began, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at him. "I love her and she decided to give me a chance. Something she hasn't regretted yet."
Magneto's gaze narrowed. "'Not yet?' I really hope for your sake that she won't regret it in the future." Kurt swallowed and raised his hands. "Of course not. I just meant..."
"Hurt my little little girl," Magneto interrupted, his voice dangerously low, "and I'll make sure not even your god will help you."
"I..."
"I told her to stop dating, but as usual, she didn't listen to me," Magneto continued, cutting Kurt off again. Kurt didn't know where his sudden surge of confidence came from, but he found himself speaking up. "Maybe you should learn to take a step back from your daughter's life." The air in the room seemed to crackle with tension. Magneto's eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and anger, and for a moment, Kurt wondered if he had pushed too far. The silence stretched uncomfortably long, filled only with the soft hum of electricity from Magneto's control over the metallic objects in the room.
Magneto paused and looked at him, his face a mask of emotionlessness. "What was that?" Kurt, however, didn't let it get him down and returned his gaze with unwavering resolve. "Your daughter is an incredible woman—confident, independent, strong, intelligent. She doesn't need your permission to be in a relationship. You're her father. It's your job to support her, protect her when necessary, and be there for her. It's not your job to intrude on her happiness or make her feel bad just because you don't like me. If I ever hurt her, you can do whatever you want to me. But until then, just let us be happy and back off."
Magneto stared at him, and Kurt was pretty sure he was going to be stabbed with a teaspoon at any moment. The room was silent, Magneto's expression unreadable as he processed Kurt's words. Kurt could feel his heart pounding, each beat echoing in his ears. He had put everything on the line, knowing that one wrong move could spell disaster. Then something unexpected happened: Magneto chuckled and leaned back. "I've got to hand it to you, Elf, you know how to stand your ground."
Kurt didn't know what to say to that and just stared at him in shock. Just then, she returned with Magneto's drink, her eyes flicking between the two men. She handed it to her father and sat back down next to Kurt, her hand finding his and squeezing it reassuringly. Magneto took the drink, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at his daughter. She raised her eyebrow at that. "What did you do?" "Nothing," Magneto replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Kurt just proved to me that your taste has indeed improved, my dear."
Midnight hour
Kurt Wagnerx reader (3.5k) a fix-it fic of sorts
You had always admired Kurt, admired his bravery and kindness even in the face of terrible obstacles, in a world that has never required you to prove yourself you must pay the price someday, Genosha's midnight hour has arrived.
A chilling whisper on the Wind, your gift was never apparent to the naked eye and it will never be, not in any way that matters.
In this world you are the only thing that matters, it seems, the clock will never strike it’s midnight hour for you, and you know it, did the others know? did he know? That this beautiful place could become hell in just a few moments or better yet, just one moment.
11:58PM
Your happy nation. It was never meant to be.
Something’s off
And it takes you forever to notice, forever, you could stay here forever.
That is your gift, eternity, once upon a time the man your friends called "the professor" came to you, he knew you were a mutant, only he and you could tell for some reason. Your mutation was never apparent, no moving objects with your mind, no extra appendages and no deadly rays coming from your hands or eyes, nothing.
It was in your 16th birthday that you realized then, the day of your birth, the day of your parent’s death, both of them in one fell swoop and you thought that you were about to join them but you were still there, suspended, mid-crash.
That is your mutation, time is always by your side, your only ally after your parents died and before Kurt came along to change your mind, Kurt was never priviledged like you, many would say he got the short end of the stick on his mutation while you were able to live normally, blissfully ignorant of the trials mutants faced, and you regret it now, regret of not even thinking of putting your gift to good use before. You could’ve stopped this, if time were truly on your side.
But i’ts not.
Something’s off
You should by all means be dead, the sentinel’s deadly ray would’ve reduced you to dust, but it didn’t and it never will, still it doesn’t mean it won’t hurt, it hurts and blisters your skin like nothing you’ve ever felt before and still you won’t die, you’ll live, The timemaker demands it. And these poor people, Madelyne, Dazzler, Anna, Katie and poor Kurt, you hope he’s made it or that he’ll make it before you get out. You stay suspended for a few moments, mid explosion, frozen, like a painting on some rich person’s wall, one with a penchant for tragedy that is, before you summon the willpower to actually get your feet on the ground and run towards the exit by the dancefloor, you see Anna and try to pull her with you, so heavy, like a stone in your arms when you try to pull her away, she’ll make it, she’s Strong.
You see Madelyne for the last time that day, you cannot save her, it would be like pulling the Mona Lisa out of its painting with your bare hands, impossible, every time you try to put your hands on anyone at that tragic scene, a chill runs through you like the timemaker himself telling you no, its a dreadful sensation that shocks you every time.
You don’t see Kurt, The first time you’ve seen him was not on genosha, it was a long time ago while you were still wandering the Earth and doing reckless things just to test yourself, you weren’t scared for yourself but he was, he saved you, saved you from even needing to start using your gift that day regardless of the possibility of you hating him just for being how he is, but you could never hate him, you loved him, loved him for having an open heart in spite of what this world did to him, he said things would be better for you both on Genosha and you believed him like always, and now look at you, Goddamit. But you still looked for him, looked until you found him on that crumbling rooftop and making your way down again, he wasn’t hit, Thank God.
His prayers really pay off more often than not.
So now you’re out, you see the terrible mechanical beast still howling after firing off that first shot, and you feel the Wind, hear the whistle all around you and see those poor souls reaching out to the sky for the last time. You stand and just observe it, powerless, your head feels like a terrible weight on your body.
Kurt is there to pull you away towards the rooftop garden, he’s always thinking of you first, that sweet fool.
"Liebling, you’re okay! you are..." Kurt’s concerned gaze is on you even before the trip is done to the rooftop, but then oddly enough he pulls away and takes a step back "what have they done to you? What is this?" You don’t feel hurt, you were hurting under the sentinel’s ray but now, nothing, until you look down and see yourself on the left side, skin partially peeled off around the charred remains of your prettiest dress and on the rest of your body a slightly green hue, as if the sentinel has corrupted you somehow, time’s twisted painting.
"I’ll be fine, go! Save as many as you can!" He’s still looking at you, hesitating, hands up as he’s about to touch you but can’t, reminds you of Rogue that way, these two can be birds of a feather sometimes "Go Kurt, they need you" these few seconds feel like hours to you, as happy as you are that he’s okay, hesitance will only bring regret.
"Go, we’ll save what we can" that’s when you see Remy waving and jogging in the direction of you both "go be a hero".
He glances at you one last time before disappearing in a cloud and leaving you in the care of Remy, But tonight you can see it, something in him has changed and he’s more Gambit than Remy right now.
"How many are there?" you turn back and meet him halfway, Gambit’s dark stare meets yours and he just shakes his head, already defeated "too many to count"
The ground shakes once that thing fires again, like some terrible and repulsive insect crawling around your home and destroying everything in its path, you feel the Wind and the world is peaceful once more, at least for you as you run your hands over your left arm, it’s as smooth as it’s ever been, the dress too is back to how it was. Like none of it has ever happened, you are still untouched by the carnage.
So you can go out there, that’s your conclusion. All the years wasting away wondering what you could have done with yourself, whispered confessions to your lover under the sheets of how you wanted to be more like him, brave and kind like his X-men friends, and Kurt always knew what to say, you might have not saved anyone physically he said, but you’ve saved him, saved him from his loneliness, he’s the best of them in your eyes, and this time you will be more like him. You turn back to Gambit, frozen, of course. But you’re not dying, far from it, you’re supposed to be dead, but now more alive than ever.
You reach out to him and the sentinel fires again before Kurt rolls back into the Garden, it’s devastating to see him like this but you somehow know he is alive, blistered, bruised and bleeding but still alive, there are others kneeling right by your side, Gambit and Magneto together with Rogue. They’re speaking but you don’t hear a thing over the ringing in your ears.
Your wedding was a simple affair, too simple, neither of you had any desire to share it with others, at a monestary’s chapel under the moonlight you and Kurt said your vows and you promised to keep him in your heart for the rest of your life, if you could choose a gift it would be that, to make it so your lover would be safe tucked away right between your palms, in your kiss, in your heart.
Perhaps it is true that Magneto was right, you never paid him much mind, never had any problems of that sort due to being so ordinary, and his reputation was never positive with Kurt anyway, but that’s the phrase you heard on the streets "Magneto was right" even the children were saying it, and this was the reason.
If anyone can figure out how to stop this thing it’s you, you can feel it in your bones, as many times as it fires at you it won’t kill you anyway, and the pain of it burning your skin is nothing compared to the pain of your regret.
"Save as many as you can, we shall not live our days wondering if we could have saved more!" And its your turn to say Magneto’s right, it didn’t take any convincing from you for Gambit to let you go with him, he’s seen you heal like your burns were nothing, and you both nod at each other before mounting the bike.
The streets are more than chaotic, Genosha is truly hell on Earth for you at this moment but There is only one escape, and its not for you.
Rogue and Gambit are there, brilliant, so much you wonder how is it possible that you don’t see them in the News every day, how can the X-men be so underrated for a lack of better word? They’ve saved the world countless times, Kurt has told you so, but seeing it with your own eyes is a whole other story, you have always lived in a world where the word “hero” is used every day like it’s mundane, but they are as heroic as you've imagine them to be, they ARE heroes, and you are unsure if you could ever measure up to that.
The effect of the rays the smaller Sentinels shoot at your people are unsubtle to say the least, death, quick but not painless death, this is what the X-men have been fighting every day, painful fiery death given two legs and a horrific voice. It’s coming towards you, and you see it, Gambit’s hair is no longer blowing back with the Wind, you know what you should do, what you are meant to do. That thing would have hit Gambit before it got to you, if you hadn’t reached out your hand in front of him.
You know what you should do, its centimeters from your hand and it will hit you before erasing Remy from existence in a fiery blast.
You know what to do, and you will, this is your gift.
You reach out.
The timemaker demands it. Doesn’t mean it hurts any less.
It consumes you, until you’re nothing, fearless but still burning.
The moment lasts forever until
"Holy, i’m... Gambit’ll make sure to avoid it mon ami, that does not look like it’s any fun" and it’s so like him to joke about this situation, it brings you back. The Wind is cool and soothing against your body and you can almost forget all about it, the only reminder of your ‘’death’’ is the tremble and rattle of your skeleton, like the sentinel’s energy is still coursing through your body.
“It’s fine, i’ll be fine” You avoid Rogue’s concerned stare, she averts her gaze from Magneto for a moment to look back at you "We’ll just have to keep that one from the furball, i reckon’ he’d be freaking out about it right now" and it’s a good idea, you might have even answered it, but Magneto crashes through another building and redirects all your attention back to the fight between him and the sentinel, between him and Genosha’s doom.
You know you should be looking for the Moorlocks, that is the whole reason you are here, to take away their pain if needed. But all the destruction is disorienting.
Magneto beats it over and over again, he’s pulling on anything and everything he can, you can see the sentinel bend but not break. And the moment just stretches on and on before Gambit runs out of the building with those kids. And after that, well, its all over.
"OMEGA LEVEL THREAT DETECTED"
You step back violently like you could somehow run away from yourself, all of your body trembles in horror, disgust, the Sentinel’s terrible face turned towards you, towards all of you standing on the rubble of what used the be a nice and cozy plaza, You, Rogue, Gambit and the children, Magneto faces the thing, that skull, no mouth, empty eyes. You know its him, and you know he won’t resist for long.
If you could, you’d run, you’d save him. But you are just you, not a hero yet just someone who tries, a fledgeling barely out of the nest, and you are no match for the vacuum of Wind the clash between these two produce, so you just stand behind Gambit and Rogue, Stand and watch as Anna tries to save her former lover, and how the man who loves her saves her.
"Don’t you dare Erik, you hear me?" Rogue’s voice has never sounded so sad for as long as you’ve known her, your friend, she knows what’ll happen, to Erik and the others around him.
"He’s trying to protect us, Rogue." Gambit defends, even he knows that as troublesome as Magneto could be he held many others in his heart, at that moment he regrets hating the man, he can see Magneto as Erik for the first time, vulnerable, trying.
And you, you’re not in any danger, this moment does not belong to you.
Rogue breaks out of your metal cocoon, not like it would have been difficult considering its maker is gone, and Gambit goes after her as always.
As that thing turns back, you hate it, an uncontrollable urge squeezed your throat so tight you could barely breathe, an imperious desire of beating it, of breaking that face and killing that atrocious reverse of everything good.
It turns back towars the Garden, Kurt is there, your love and your friend. Your other friends as well. Your whole life, everything that’s left of you is there.
You see Gambit, you know what he can do.
You turn to him, and hold out your hand "Anything to wager on?" Remy has always been a fast thinker, its how he survives, he knows the right thing to do to keep himself at those he cares about safe, even in a situation like this he rarely slips up, he knew loving Rogue was the right thing to do from the very beginning, even if it cost him. He knew coming to Genosha was the right thing to do, he could’ve been fine on the X manor, but he is here now, and he is needed, Gambit knows what you mean, it’s terrifying, he’s never done it to another person, it’s a death sentence as far as he knows.
“Are you sure it’s what you want? Chér... this might not even work”
“Look at it Remy, we don’t have a choice, if the cards are truly in your favour, then wager that it'll work" And you’ve never really stopped to look at his eyes, they are truly something else, a gift just as special as him, you can see the hesitance, hesitance will eventually become regret.
He fixes his gaze on you, only you for the first time in the night.
“We have to Remy, we have to"
And reaches out to you.
“Gambit see your bet, and raise it” He holds you hand in a firm grip and you feel it, the heat and energy coursing through you are something else entirely.
“It’s...” Destructive, even more than that sentinel’s death ray, but it is also light, a pink and warm light, you never truly stopped to make much conversation with Gambit, its not like you see each other every day, but he is a friend to you at that moment, and you trust him.
And he trusts you.
He lets go of your hand, and you feel overwhelmed, more than in your whole life your body’s limits are tested, and time slows down to nothing, there is no melody and no whistle.
Even then it doesn’t stop, your brain feels like it could vibrate out of your skull.
You take off then, you know even someone with your gift can’t hold it in forever, you run faster than you’ve ever run before thanks to Remy, thanks to Rogue and Magneto, and to your Love, your Kurt, You would never be here if it weren’t for him.
Your heart beats fast, and you conjure up a memory, it needs to be a good one to work.
You leap up towards that impossible goliath, so so high, it’s terrifying and your heart is beating so fast. Are you going to die? Without even saying Goodbye? And is it going to be Worth it?
You’re flying, for the very first time you’re flying by yourself, your whole body feels electric, bathed in light and about to burst, and it most likely will. The sentinel has no way of reacting to you.
You must be facing it directly, but you don’t even see it, time is frozen and yet it passes by you so fast, it’s time. Gambit’s stronger than you, and his power causes strange effects you cannot describe on your body, its death, it’ll surely end up killing you at some point.
11:59PM
“CAUSE THE CARDS ALWAYS BE IN MY FAVOUR!” you hear him, and this time they are.
Gambit and rogue look up at you, you would only hear of this moment days later, Rogue had tried to fly after you when she realized, but of course, you were moving too fast for her to ever hope to catch up, they didn’t see you, only a vague silhouette emiting a warm light that bathed the ruins of your former home, like a powerful shooting star you leaped towards your goal and then, you were burning out like a real star. They held each other and watched, it felt right, might have been twisted at the time but it truly did feel right for them to be together at that moment, they knew you'd consider that a good thing.
You and Kurt spent a good part of your time together observing the stars, in the dark of the night, just the two of you no matter how cold it was, sometimes you’d both be surprised by snow or rain and Kurt would always just shrug it off and give you his coat, of course, not everyone is fuzzy like him you’d say. That’s the moment you think about, not the death and destruction, but the perfect nights spent with the perfect man.
His confession to you under the stars, it hadn’t been too long after fate had you two meet in a starry night just like this one, this was supposed to be a perfect night, and yet you had barely seen him today. He was so good to you, your hero, even before you got to know him as nightcrawler he had made a point to save you from being mugged, you knew it was a possibility walking around all by yourself, but the moment that mugger even thought about shooting, you’d disappear from his sight, not by just walking out of the alley while time was frozen, but by being pulled away by Kurt.
He had expected you to freak out and run, or to be scared or angered at him but you weren’t, you could have been, but something about him just captivated you, must have been love at first sight. And the moment you stretched out on the grass and invited him to stargaze with you, he was captivated as well.
Once for the explosion. Twice for the fall.
You are buried beneath the rubble where Goliath has fallen, takes a few hours to find you even with Anna digging around the rubble for any trace of you and Remy praying that he hasn’t killed you. Its dawn already and a crowd is forming around the crater formed by the fallen sentinel, the survivors all whispering among themselves trying to understand what is it that took that thing out, the first answer of course, its that it was the X-men, but Kurt is more concerned about your whereabouts, he’s been searching desperately from the moment he recovered consciousness, it took a while for him to find anyone who had even registered that they’ve seen you, but they told him you had been with Rogue and Gambit, and there they were, But no you.
He stands there for a minute, hesitating again, if he approached them he might just have to hear that his worst fear had come true, or not, you could be somewhere else...
Kurt swallows the lump in his throat and approaches the edge of the crater where Rogue is digging around the rubble, looking for something, or rather someone.
And then she unearths the stone right above you, she studies the state of your dress before anything, that’s what Remy has told her to look out for, he’s seen how that dress had been reconstructed a few times whenever you took any damage, It’s in a mostly acceptable state, just dirty from the rubble, no blood to be seen, and then she studies your face next and you’re smiling at her.
You reach out your hand, to your sister in law, she smiles back at you for a moment, and shakes her head. You've gambled and won.
I'll be the first to admit i didn't have much of an idea on how to end it, maybe i'll continue it sometime, i have a few ideas for a reunion with Kurt, this was a request by @please-ignore-me-in-general and @weebwholovesuchihasasuke so i hope they enjoy it even a little bit.
Dating Kurt Wagner Would Include...
my precious blueberry baby
geRMAN BABY
he will endearingly refer to you in both german and english
you adore that adorable accent
so many cuddles omg
kurt is the little spoon. nuff said.
he’ll even lay right on top of you and rest his head in the crook of your neck
he likes to lay his head in your lap too
kurt is the definition of sweet and innocent
he will never force you into his religious views
he loves to lie down with you and read
don’t ever mention sex in front of this boy he will turn purple and bamf away immediately
watching sunsets from the roof of the mansion !!!
you love playing with his tail (more headcanons about this here: x)
introducing him to american pop culture
he’s so cute whenever he gets really excited about something new
so many nose kisses, giving and receiving
kurt will always blush after a kiss no matter how long you’ve been together
if he ever gets insecure about his appearance or has nightmares, you’re always there to hold and comfort him
you would beat up any person that has anything bad to say about your baby
you have the cutest nicknames for him: baby, cupcake, blueberry, my love, darling, angel
he has cute nicknames for you too: meine leibe (my love), prinzessin (princess), liebling (darling)
he likes to show off his acrobat skills
whenever he gets spooked by something, he bamfs directly to your location and clings to you
midnight snacks in the institute’s kitchen
make-out sessions on the kitchen counter
peter will zoom in and start casually making a smoothie in the blender as he watches you
if you throw him a twinkie like a dog he’ll go away
will teach you a little german if you ask him to
your parents are a little wary of him at first, but eventually they realize he’s the most soft and innocent boy on the planet that would never do you any harm
late night study cuddle sessions
never watch horror movies with this man, he holds onto you so tightly that you’re borderline suffocating
he hates scary stuff and will teleport you both to a different location every time there’s a jump scare
has a nightlight, he does not like the dark
gets ptsd from the cage fights during thunderstorms
he’ll bamf to your room and huddle under the covers with you
you hold him close with his head tucked under your chin
he develops a love for fluffy socks because of you
going to the mall all the time at his insistence
trying your best to hold hands
if it doesn’t work then either you hold each other’s waist or his tail wraps around your wrist
you have so many blankets in your room, kurt hates being cold and 97% of the time he ends up sleeping in your room
kurt gets separation anxiety whenever he feels like he’s too far away from you on a mission
making tea together on weekend mornings
charles admires your relationship
“young, true love is a wonderful thing”
peter teases you guys so much
but he loves you two more than anything uwu
does peter have a secret polaroid album full of photos he took of you and kurt cuddling? yes
overall kurt wagner is the Ideal boyfriend and any person would be so fucking lucky to have this cutie as their own
Hope you enjoyed! Feedback is welcomed ~
Common and not-so-common weaknesses: Faeries
Faeries Common and uncommon weaknesses: Iron - Iron is one of the oldest and most traditional weaknesses of faeries. In pop culture you don’t see it used too often as a weakness but it’s started to slowly get a foothold with things like Disney’s Gargoyles (TV series) in which Oberon was wounded with iron, Puck was restrained by iron, and so was Coyote. Iron is also how King Stefan was able to cut off Maleficent’s wings in the film Maleficent. In most folklore iron is the only metal that can cause human-like injuries to a faery and usually a part cut off with iron cannot be restored. Iron chains can be used to restrain a faery or restrict their magick. And an iron dagger (if inducing a serious injury) might be fatal to a faery as magick will not heal that injury. They would have to recover as a mortal would. Iron being a weakness of faeries is why horseshoes are believed to be lucky and why people used to hang iron scissors over babies as they slept, so that a faery would not steal the child. In Marvel Heroes MMORPG if you fight the Dark Elves they will sometimes cry out “They must have deadly iron!” Iron is a common weakness of faeries and elves (in some folklore, particularly Nordic). Iron is a weakness of the Dark Elves in the Marvel comic books (but not so much in the movies). In some lore the mere contact with iron will burn while in others it requires an actual injury to do harm. In some fictions even the ringing of an iron bell will hurt a faery. In some lore the mere contact with iron will burn while in others it requires an actual injury to do harm. In some fictions even the ringing of an iron bell will hurt a faery. True names - In some folklore if you know a faery’s true name you can summon or even enslave the faery. Calling a faery’s true name three times will usually compel that faery to appear. It’s the notion that names have power and so faeries never give their young common names that helped create such folkloric figures as Rumplestiltskin (who was a literal faery / imp in his faery tale). Calling out Toot’s true name three times is how Harry Dresden summoned him in the first Dresden Files novel. And in Once Upon a Time Belle was able to summon Mr. Gold / Rumplestiltskin in season 4 by calling his name three times. This lore has trickled into ghost stories like Bloody Mary, The Candyman movie franchise and, of course, Beetlejuice.
Sweets - Many faeries crave sweets. It won’t hurt them but they do crave it and can be used to lure some types of faeries into traps.
Gold - in the Rare exception of the Dullahan (headless Horsemen) gold will ward them off.
Lemons - Apparently in some modern lore faeries do not like lemons for some reason.
Truth - Many faeries in folklore cannot out right lie. They can deceive through careful wording but they cannot directly lie. This is hinted at with some of Rumplestiltskin’s dealings in Once Upon a Time and comes up in many folktales.
Note: I thought about adding decapitation and fire to this list but I’m not sure about those…
I feel that people in recent times have ruined an entire generation. There are literally sick people who are writing as if they were sick with the topic of incest and all its derivatives, as if it were a damn new game that came out on the market.
If I'm honest, I'm afraid that these people have a little brother or sister because of the content they consume. Because if these people have siblings, imagine if they rape their younger sister or brother or abuse them. Let me ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me: if that is their fetish, do you think they wouldn't do it if they didn't have the opportunity? Do you really think that readers and writers only read and write for pleasure or because they know they can't take advantage of someone because they know there are consequences for their actions, and they decide to bring out all those types of fantasies in "fictional characters"?
As the younger sister of two brothers, it doesn't fit into my head to read something like that, because I know what it's like to have siblings, take care of them, and love them. I can't put myself in those people's shoes because I don't understand them; I don't understand their sick fetishes or how they enjoy them.
I just wanted to get everything off my chest because I couldn't take it anymore with everything that's going around on Tumblr. It feels like you're on a page full of pedophiles and incestuous people. Seriously, it's disgusting. And even though you haven't read any of that content, it's disgusting, and no, you can't forget it because you know it's going around on the internet- and you saw it, you know it's there, and you can't do anything about it or even forget it.
You may think I'm exaggerating but in the part of the world where I live there are homicides and abuses against women. You literally see every day on the damn news how a woman or girl was abused or disappeared... Do you know what I saw the other day? a case in which a three-year-old girl was abused by her older brother and cousin.
and then you start thinking about the sick people who genuinely enjoy that damn content. maybe if those people lived the same fear that I and the other women in my country suffer when we go out on the street or meet strangers, they would come to their senses.
That's all; maybe I'll delete it later.
Hobie brown x transfem!reader let's goooooo!
I'm not trans but y'all ladies deserve inclusion in fics like the rest of us
Hey I was wondering if you could do a hobie x trans!reader mtf kinda like the ftm one you did, and if so please tag me in it
His Girl.
★Hobie Brown x Mtf!reader <3
☆You're feeling insecure of something you know you can't get rid of any time soon. At least Hobie would never mind.
★ ; Angst, misgendering mentioned, descriptions of crying, pre-bottom surgery, fluff.
☆ Transphobia = Blocked 849 words.
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You look at the woman in the mirror you’ve worked so hard to maintain, making you feel like you inside. After years of taking hormone therapy to kill off the misplaced testosterone and replace them with as much estrogen you could.
Little bitties grew, thinner hairs to shave, and finally being the girl you’ve known you were ever since you saw your friends wear dresses, Hardly anyone could tell; You’re always told ‘You don’t look trans?’ as if trans girls looked any different from the ones assigned as such at birth.
All was good except for one thing.
One thing that could have been good if you were cis.
Of course it's convenient whenever you and your boyfriend, Hobie, are having intimacy, but beyond that: It’s difficult to try and tuck every hour of the day spent in public and you can only dream of wearing thin dresses without that incorrectly positioned dick.
Except you had found a summer dress at a thrift shop while on a date with Hobie and bought it because of it’s cutthroat price and at how it would seem to hug your body perfectly once its being worn, the color would be breathtaking against your skin and ‘on the floor of my bedroom’ as Hobie put it.
That impulsive buy ended up having its repercussions, you were in the bathroom and you almost felt like you were gonna cry.
It wasn’t that the dress didn’t fit, You tried it on when you were buying it, But you were tucked then. Usually when you re-enter the comfort of your own home you get comfortable on the couch or in bed and quit worrying about being tucked or not.
But promptly forgetting about it, your default of having your sex free in the confines of your underwear. That bulge peeking through the soft fabric which made you frown, whining with your hands over your face with frustration.
It’s so hard to try and be as womanly as possible, if it’s not hormones it’s the clothing. If it isn’t clothing, It’s the people and homophobes. If it isn't any that bullshit; It’s the one thing you’re fully stuck with until you can afford the surgery.
Your body.
Hobie had heard the whines from the other side of the door and soon began knocking on it. “Sweethear’?” He asked as the door opened slowly, being greeted by you quickly wiping your eyes free of the fallen tears.
“Hey hey hey..” He said with his voice being gentle and soft as if speaking to a baby, his hands moving towards you to pull them away from your face, soon wiping your tears himself. “What’s wrong?”
You frowned more as you looked up at him, you felt your throat grow an unforgiving lump, and not wanting to talk because you knew your voice would crack with your words.
“The dress doesn’t look good on me..” You mumbled after being able to find your voice, looking down at the dress adorning your frame and straightening it out by your hips to express what you mean.
“What are you talking about? You’re beautiful..” he responded softly as he looked down at you and your body with his eyes gazed at you as if you were the only woman in town, in the city, at all.
“The dress is too thin- and I’ll have to always be tucked and it’s annoying how I’m literally just a girl but born in the wrong body.” You cried, to which hobie wrapped his arms around you with one hand cradling the back of your head.
“Shh.. Shh.. You’re alrigh’, You’re going to be fine. Soon you’ll have the surgery, soon you wouldn’ even recognize the boy that was once there.” He tried to reassure before you cut him off.
“Soon! I don’t care about soon I need Now, I don’t want to have to wait-”
“Exactly, You’re stuck like this. Things may look bad but look on the brighter side. You have me that will support you along the way, You have the access to hormones and you have something to look forward to. I bet this day in two years will breeze on and by then the only thing about you that wouldn’t be accommodated to the girl you are is a letter in a birth certificate.”
You felt yourself get less tense at his words and melt a bit more into his comforting touch and his words soothing your ears to your brain.
Once the atmosphere calmed down, Hobie kissed the top of your head and leaned over a little more in order to whisper in your ear, “Besides, we can have so much fun in said two years.”
You roll your eyes playfully and soon feel his lips close over yours, and your beating heart pumping downwards in a familiar way. And he slowly eases you against the bathroom sink and hands lowering to the ends of your dress just below your hips, and his voice a low raspy siren call.
“Lemme show you how much fun I can ‘ave wit’ my girl..”
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Stopping right before the smut because feminism or something (/j)
I'm not a trans woman so I'm sorry if I got anything bad or wrong! Commissions = open
Could you do Angel Dust finding out his child was sent to hell? Would he try to be a dad again?
-he would be devastated to learn his child found their way down to Hell. He did everything in his power to make sure you went down the right path.
-he would definitely try to be a father again.
-he may be a little overbearing and pushy but he only does it because he loves you.
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AS OF FEBRUARY 21ST, 2024, WE GOT FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE DAY OF DECISION OF THE KOSA BILL, WHICH WILL CAUSE MASS CENSORSHIP ROUND THE INTERNET IF PASSED. OR DOOMSDAY. WE NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS AND CONTRIBUTE. I'M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU ALL.
WE'RE DOWN TO THE WIRE BUT WE CAN'T GIVE UP YET. IF WE GIVE UP, EVERYTHING IS OVER. IF WE DON'T, AT LEAST WE HAVE A CHANCE.
I'M THE ONE WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM, AND I'M NOT GOING TO CURL UP AND DIE YET.
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GET KOSA TRENDING.
STOP SCROLLING NOW!
AS OF FEBRUARY 21ST, 2024, WE GOT FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE DAY OF DECISION OF THE KOSA BILL, WHICH WILL CAUSE MASS CENSORSHIP ROUND THE INTERNET IF PASSED. OR DOOMSDAY. WE NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS AND CONTRIBUTE. I'M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU ALL.
WE'RE DOWN TO THE WIRE BUT WE CAN'T GIVE UP YET. IF WE GIVE UP, EVERYTHING IS OVER. IF WE DON'T, AT LEAST WE HAVE A CHANCE.
I'M THE ONE WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM, AND I'M NOT GOING TO CURL UP AND DIE YET.
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every time i learn about another legislative attempt by isr*el to eradicate palestine, palestinians, and palestinian culture it just sounds more ghoulishly evil- like that in 1977 israel made foraging for wild za'atar a punishable offence. not only za'atar but akkoub and wild sage as well (please watch foragers by jumana manna!). or making it illegal for palestinians to collect rainwater. the 800,000 olive trees that have been destroyed by israel since 1967. the colonizer's playbook, as if you can legislate a people out of existence by cutting them off from the earth, the dirt, the soil, the water, the fundamental parts of humanity. genocide and this type of ecological terrorism walk hand in hand, as if the earth doesn't yearn like a heart.
just in case it gets deleted
Neato
Reblog if think trans people are neato
A Palestinian father playfully balances his son on his right hand at the beach in Gaza City early one evening.
The coast of Gaza has grown increasingly popular over the years. It had always been a sight for weary eyes but with Israel’s siege denying Gazans the freedom to move, its seemingly endless seascape offers, for many, a very tangible escape, even if only temporal. It has also become a very popular family destination. Entire meals are prepared, served, and eaten here, and it is not uncommon to stay the night, father, son, and all.
Photo credit: Ali Ali, June 2013. (via smpalestine)
OG Tygra being a sweet shy Babygurl.. who’s surprisingly a beast in the sheets~ 😩
(Note: just a tiny mini fic, for our dear Captain of the OG Tygra Simp club, enjoy friend~)
This man is very hesitant to start a relationship because anyone he ends up with is instantly going to be a Mother of two very mischievous, prepubescent teenage Thunder-kittens.. something Kit & Kat teases him about every now and then…. they may not be his cubs by blood but he truly loves them as if they were.. the stress they put him through is proof enough of that.
He was convinced he’d never find his Mate in this life after Thundera exploded.. even before that he had doubts.. he definitely wanted a Mate, someone to share his life with.. he just never had the time to find her.
And now on Third Earth, he’s frozen still as stone.. because the beautiful Warrior Maiden who stands before him at the front doors of Cats-Lair had just returned a very dirty and guilty looking Willy-Kit & Willy-Kat right as he was about to run off to find them.. her scent seems to make his fur stand on end, its the most heavenly scent he’s ever come across in his LIFE..
And he Knows what that means… it means Mate.. she’s his Mate.. and he curses his Shy nature for making himself so awkward and stiff as your first impression of him..
It takes him days to bring up the courage to talk to you again, and he melts inside when you ask him how the Kittens are doing..
but that immediately switches to shocked concern when you mention you’d found those two tangled up with a hungry Carnivorous plant!! forgetting his nerves and shyness when he grabbed your shoulders asking how that could’ve happened..
But he freezes again when you gently grab his hands and telling him with a soft voice and kind smile that it’s actually a common occurrence in the rainy season.. those unfamiliar with this world can’t possibly be expected to know it was dangerous.. especially curious children, even Fathers who worry for their young can fall for the plant’s clever disguise.. for a moment he’s just staring at you in a mix of awe and smitten appreciation for your kindness..
Before you suddenly toss him over your shoulder with an incredible amount of strength before slicing the vines he hadn’t noticed around his ankles, hearing a loud shriek as a large plant erupted from the ground, in a blink you’d chopped its blossom-like head in half, a cracked dark stone falling to the ground.. he never even noticed the thin blade you had hidden in your shepherd’s crook-like staff..
Again, now he’s sitting with his ass in the dirt but eyes smitten as you explained you didn’t have time to finish the creature off before, as you were more concerned about getting the “little ones” back home safely..
He’s certain he’s already fallen in Love with you..
It takes more weeks of both Kit & Kat pestering him to ask to formally court you.. before he actually does.. your response… left him a bit horrified in all honesty..
You hesitated before saying you were only interested in perusing a long-term relationship, and weren’t looking for a fling, mentioning how you’d already experienced a heartbreak or two when you were younger, and just to make sure your intentions with him were not, in any way, misunderstood..
But here’s the thing… Thunderians Mate for life, so for Tygra to hear that some people had tried to toy with your feelings in that way in the past?
Made his blood boil.. and without thinking it through told you that as a Honorable Thundercat he would Never hurt You, his Mate, in that way, ever!
You just stared at him wide eyed with your face beet red and heart hammering in your chest.. which he could hear by the way.. right as he realized that he just called you his Mate.. it was true, but it probably wasn’t the best time to drop that little info bomb… his shyness came back as you slowly started to smirk up at him.
Saying you should get started on making a gift of intention for him then~ basically proposing to him.. but he.. didn’t know what that meant..
And his face turned scarlet under his fur when you told him he could read you mind to find out~ all while gingerly looking at him as your hands now slowly moved up from his abs to his chest and then landing on his broad shoulders…
He thought about when the kittens must have told you about his abilities as a psychicly gifted Thundercat.
He quickly backed up, coughing in his hand as he looked away, quietly saying he may have no need to do that.. your sudden advances having made it pretty clear what you meant.
Tygra definitely didn’t expect you to tease him like that.. not that he actually minded.
But he didn’t think it appropriate to act on any suggestive impulses immediately after having just asked to court you..
…..
Yeah.. that thought didn’t last very long.. within a few days he had you pinned down to his bed, Mating you in full. Your face pressed into his pillows with your ass against his hips as he pounded your pussy.
His mouth occupied with leaving his Mark on your neck, to show the whole world that you’re his.. His Mate, His Love, His and His alone.
Gentle even in the throes of heated passion as he kept milking more of his cum in you, but heavens! He filled you so completely with just his cock it was so thick, every roll of his hips hitting your womb as you begged for him to not stop! Mewling in pleasure as he decided to slam into your g-spot as he growled low in response.. his way of saying he didn’t plan on stopping any time soon.. right as another orgasm shot through you.
It may have been the first time he Mated you, but he learned every easily how he could use his base instincts to make you putty in his hands.. you might be a confident flirt in a domestic situation.. but he definitely had the upper hand here..
The way he kept fucking you was driving you crazy~ you never dreamed sex could be this addictive.. being Mated like this, felt amazing~
Made you wonder for a moment…. What Tygra, your Mate.. actually Breeding you would feel like~ it’d feel absolutely divine no doubt~
.. it really is to bad he heard that little thought of yours right as it crossed your mind~ cause you’re going to find out now~
He’ll make you a proper nest to Breed you In tomorrow.. but he doesn’t have the patience to wait for that right now.. by morning he plans to have you fully knotted, and not able to walk for a good long while, but for now he’ll give you exactly what you want.. he’s going to Breed you until he’s sure you’re satisfied.
Bro! I’m sorry this is late but thank so much for this!
👀🥵
This so good! Thank you!
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WARNING!!!!
People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.
Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.
When I tell you I have never been more delighted to share a birthday with these cutie patooties🥰
guess who’s birthday it issss…
have u guessed yet?
People really talk about “problematic” Naruto ships as if we’re not all watching (& enjoying) a show about child soldiers and eyeball theft