I turned the ruins of the weapon X program into a 2 inch ball, Mr. Howlett. We are on the same team.

Danny shoots up into the skies. And lands, unharmed in his metal form. And the process repeats. When he returns to his master wagging his tail, wanting another go.

   The more I struggle, the more I am bound. The more I wish for, the more is taken away.   ｢ - into the end, a call of responsibility! - ｣ ― READ ALT TEXT. ― ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

... I never said *no*

I like most people dear. It's just my face.

Stealing this one. Expect him to be weird about this.

Three apocalyptic events.

Two seconds. Two SECONDS I LOOK AWAY AND HE'S LOOKING FOR A FIGHT- JAMES LOGAN HOWLETT?!

It sounds fun only on paper.

Wait till the psychic polycules come up

//Magneto en catalá sona com el detectiu grassonet de Detectiu conan

By that logic, I'm the 7 foot tall german communist jew, I guess.

It's not.

We also have a hairy alcoholic about yay-pointing at the height of his waist- high, a lady who kills with her touch, a brit lady in a japanese woman's mind, and the queen of white woman privilege. And a german catholic who teleports and is also fuzzy.

He trims it.

Tough to be queen of the misfits at the mutant academy. A teacher looks like blue sasquatch with autism

//There is a very real possibility someone amongst you discovered catalan's existance rn

||Tenen la mateixa quantitat de neurones i ganes de brega.

//Voted for tru-

//The fighting your muse challenge but Magneto is exclusively motivated by political leaning

//Ja fa aspecte de tenir un fil entre les orelles-

//SOM-HIIII

"Possible- but in a test? I'm gonna chuck an EMP in class next time."

//que tens ara

//QUE CARDES NAI

"It's all late 1700s to early 1800s, this is an odd confusion, you'll admit."

"Hm... Weren't yankees bombing kids though-"

//No em demaneu que faci un accent galleg que em cago a sobre

//Someone cross cuoting Marx from their magneto bingo list

//ah bueno lo unico malo somos los catalanes entonc-

//ILLO M'A VENÍOL CANIJO LO' COJONE A FARMEÁ LAMMADURA

||(porro) esto no tendrá sentido para nadie pero para mí sí. kael y sus compañeros de trabajo (kael podría ser vasco también)

#a.hypocrite Oh no, I get it whole heartedly! He'd likely be even more pissed when he found out what role Silvia *actually* fills. ( every stereotype about the CIA. )

//os acompaño en el sentimiento. Por la dana tambien pero me refiero a que os gobiernen los peperos-

//andetaeso

Quiet.

"*very* good! If only the students gave half of one. You enjoying yourself, Danny?" The English bulldog tilts his head back. Happily snorting. "Napoleon did not invade Russia for petrol..."

"Huh. Interesting. Seems like open and closed. What's the big deal, dear?"

//Where I am there's like 4 Montserrats

//there has to be *a* calvario out there.

"Where's the coffee in a hazelnut?" Confused old magnetic man. As he absent mindedly corrects a paper. "Someone said the Haiti revolution was in the 1980s-"

  THE IMPRISONED ONE. This ETERNAL BEING has conquered time itself. The source of all monsters. According to tales passed down through generations, it appears differently in each epoch and to each person who lays eyes on it. ― READ ALT TEXT. ― ACCOUNT DETAILS BELOW.  

◤──•~ (𝐋)𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐋 ~•──◥ ➛ #eventrp [ tldr ; due to unforseen circumstances regarding a deployment, Silvia has been MEDEVAC'D back to the INFINITY due to wounds sustained, and placed on NON-DEPLOYABLE status. ]

White and gold. Is there an edited image of it? Seems easy to edit convincingly.

A man with that hairdo has no room to judge fashion.

What dress?

"You've clearly never worked with Mr. Howlett, my dear." A sigh. At least his dog welcomes her. Big bulldog pup

@saurrian.bsky.social "- And your mutancy is... Prehistoric metamorphosis, yes?"