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geekdorknerdfangirlblogger · 6 months

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I just saw the latest trailer for The Marvels, and there's a clip after Fury says, "They're coming." And this person walks in front of monica in what looks to be a lab or medbay.

So before the movie comes out this Friday, November 10th. I wanted to get some guesses on who we think it is. I honestly don't recognize the costume, but I've heard a lot of people saying there might be X-Men characters show up since there's more multiverse stuff happening. So, any guesses?

#the marvels xmen #the marvels #captain marvel #captain marvel 2 #xmen #xmen marvel #marvel #monica rambeau #carol danvers #kamala khan #ms marvel #photon #marvel trailer #marvel spoilers

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sinsofsinister · 1 year

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friend said he gave off sickos haha yes vibes in this panel during our comics talk last night so i just had to make this immediately

#xmen #marvel #xmen marvel #marvel xmen #nathaniel essex #mister sinister #storm and the brotherhood of mutants #getting into xmen comics has been so fun #this current stuff going on w sinister has been fuckin so cool im living for it #c: mine #mine: xmen

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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—SCARS

—In which you are having a hard time accepting your body, and Charles can relate

—Word count: 1k

—Extra: n/a

Charles hadn't expected much to happen today.

An afternoon pouring over neatly (and sometimes not so neatly) written papers was the only thing on his agenda. Maybe even a trip to the kitchen for a cup of tea every now and then.

His silver pen would glide over sets of paper packets lightly as gray skys weighed down upon the grounds outside. Occasionally he would stop to scribble one or two things down on a select paper, but other than that the steady motion of jotting down grades was all he went through.

Charles was so deep into his duties as a proffessor that he had barely even heard the door to his office open slightly over the rain outside the window he sat at, only looking up once he felt another presence enter the room.

"Hello there." Charles smiled at a head poking through the door, the face of his long time friend and partner (Y/n) staring back at him. They smiled their signature grin at the professor, taking note of his casual attire of just a t-shirt and jeans.

"Sorry to interrupt. I just had the urge to come and see you. You know, sit around for a bit while I let Hank handle the kids downstairs" (Y/n) began to enter the room after closing the door behind them.

Charles quirked an eyebrow up, taking some papers off his desk and resting them on his knees as he wheeled himself around to face (Y/n). Whom had since then found their place on the edge of a plush couch on the other side of the office.

"I'm quite flattered you wished to come visit the old bore holed up in his tower." He jested while wheeling closer to them. "But are you quite sure that's all?"

"You could always look in my head if you weren't sure bub." They responded with a shrug. He got the feeling it was supposed to be joking, but the weight behind the words didn't match up.

"You know I don't like to do that unless necessary (Y/n)." Charles reminded them from across the couch. They just hummed before fliting their gaze away from his own.

A minute or two passed without any noise other than the sound of water droplets cascading on the roof above. Charles had since begun to sneak looks back and fourth between the papers in his lap and the person across from him, mind in two places at once as it usually was.

"Hey, Charles? Have you ever felt erm—" (Y/n) paused in their sentence to search for a word, successfully catching the attention of the target of their question in the progress, "—unsatisfied with your body?"

The question coated Charles' tounge in a bitter sweet feeling as the papers in his hands were laid aside. It wasn't a question he wasnt well versed in—nor one he wasn't familiar with—but sometimes even the best of questions could bring up bad memories.

"Once." He cleared his throat.

"After Erik's bullet pierced my spine, surely of which you remember, it took a while for me to see my legs as anything but a burden. A reminder of my failures in past years." Charles admitted somewhat faintly. The confession was honest, if not coated in a fine layer of regret for his foolish actions all that time ago.

"But why do you ask dear?" He mused while leaning forward; eyes softer than the very bed you sleep on.

(Y/n) began to pick at their neck, a sign of anxiety they had picked up after their first mission forever ago in capturing Shaw.

"Lately I've been, I don't know, finding myself insulting my body more and more. Comparing it to others. Like—like Raven. Even in her natural form she doesn't have half the stretch marks I do." They mummbled. The picking at their skin had since sped up, leaving a fair patch of flesh red in its wake.

It took Charles a moment of understanding before he settled on what (Y/n) was confiding in him.

"Oh, my dear." His wheelchair was quick to place itself by their side with him in it, a hand reaching out to cup itself on their jaw softly. He didn't miss the way they leaned into it hesitantly.

"You must understand that no matter what you look like, you are still one of the most stunning people to ever grace this planet. Dare I say handsome as well." Charles boasted of your looks like it was the finest sculpture known to humans and mutants alike. It would have brought a smile to your otherwise glum face if not for the topic at hand.

"And these stretch marks you speak of? May I be too forward in asking to see them?"

(Y/n) paused for a moment. They wanted to say no. And that yes he was being too forward by asking that. But something in them knew Charles would never do anything to make them feel unwanted or under appreciated. Much less embarrassed in their own skin.

They shifted on the couch, opting to sit up straighter and pull at the hem of their shirt. The fabric lifted up just enough to reveal soft purple and tan streaks zigzaging up rough skin in different directions on each sides of their hip.

"Beautiful." Was all Charles whispered, his voice so low, (Y/n) had to check twice to see if they heard him right.

"Like little lightning strikes." He grinned, looking away with his eyes gleefully crinkled in the corners. "I find them quite endearing. Just like the rest of you."

"I see why Raven called you a womanizer back in the day." (Y/n) managed to joke. They could feel their spirits lifting already.

"Ah, well, maybe just a little." Charles said, his face slightly hot as he recalled the foolish acts of his earlier youth. "But those were no words of such a womanizer so to speak. Meerly just someone observing the facts."

(Y/n) looked at him, a thankfulness in their gaze.

"Thanks. Really. Thank you."

Charles just laid a hand on their arm, his silent smile saying more than words ever could.