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A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸

Minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, self-hate, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 27. Will contain semi-lewd themes; multi-ship w/ friends only.

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Just got back from watching Iron Lung, give me a few to work on accounts then I'll post late Valentine's day bandwagons created by Spooky and *attempt* replies

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Me: Oh yeah, I'll get to replies

My brain these past few days:

"Hank is always ten steps ahead," she replied, shaking her head with a slight smile once more. "I swear, if his mutation wasn't clear, I'd almost guess he was able to see the future. Even more so than most mutants we've met with the same powers."

fight. "So... We'll take these first steps together," she voiced, rather gently.

She nodded, squeezing his hand tightly in solidarity. She knew how much this meant to him, to everyone. Lots of people didn't realize how much that followed them. The death of others, memories lost and memories gained. Each part of them stripped away until all that remained was soldiers to

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"I promise I won't tell anyone Scott," she said, patting his hand gently. "Unless it is absolutely necessary, this stays our secret. I swear it."

everything the X-Men went through daily.

The X-Force, huh? The name and plan sounded nice, especially from an outside perspective, but she still had some worry. "Sort of like our own version of a secret team right?" she asked. She understood the premise well enough at least, and part of her hope Scott's plan went well, especially after

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NEARLY TYPED SCOOT AGAIN,

"Congressmen and their lust for money," Jean said, waving her hand for a brief moment before smiling. "We both have this, Scott. We just need to figure it out together."

She nodded, slowly as she thought. "Hopefully, they don't take a page from Magneto's book and start wearing metal headgear to block me out," she mumbled slightly.

but peter...you're going to DIE DOING THIS. YOU'RE GOING TO DIE IN THAT STUPID COSTUME

"It always comes back to those, huh?" she asked, shaking her head. "Who do you want to attend? You or me?" Usually, she'd figure it's Beast attending, but given how they treated him last time.

"You better. I can't lose anyone else, Scott. Not you, not Logan, not Storm or Beast or Jubilee, nor Rogue and Remy. If any of you go out on me, you can bet your ass that I'll find a way to bring you back," she stated. And she would, no matter what.

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"Pluto, what are you thinking about?"

Honestly? My brain be smooth, I'm just thinking of Wolverine and Sabertooth respectively

offer any other advice than what she has given. What everyone has given, in general.

"Scott..." she started, after a moment of hesitation. She feared of the past catching up again, and the future that already loomed over them. "I just hope it's safe."

Jean almost hesitated. The image of Xavier briefly flashing in her mind, of his kinder smile and how sometimes that turned into an even worse memory of Mr. Sinister. Human and mutants, both worked against and with eachother in ways that stuck in her throat like a bad taste. She really couldn't

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JXKSLDR

I guess he's now Scoot Scummers the first of a line LMAO

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Scoot Scummers