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Happy Mindfuck Monday.
Thank you again to Roman for a great collab that gave me some inspiration and juice for the latest in the Frost saga.
Every day I draw closer to a Scemma endgame. This song came up on my shuffle while I was writing that piece and it felt very fitting to them, especially this scene.
Thank you again to Roman for a great collab that gave me some inspiration and juice for the latest in the Frost saga.
Every day I draw closer to a Scemma endgame. This song came up on my shuffle while I was writing that piece and it felt very fitting to them, especially this scene.
𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖
𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕜𝕒𝕪.
𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕜𝕒𝕪.
ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬 𝔈𝔪𝔪𝔞
E M M A F R O S T
E M M A F R O S T
E M M A F R O S T
She had refused to go easily. Emma Frost had delivered on her promise and had choked her way back through whatever chewed on her and on her way back through the gullet and oesophagus of all things, she saw painted murals in kaleidoscope of all she’d known. 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸, 𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲 until she returned to a land of grey and black and fog; where apathy marred the very air and weighed it down. It was neither a harsh landing or a reappearance. She just was, again. This world beyond now was devoid of colour. Like she’d left it all behind in the slipstream. Her eyes flickered open to the gloaming outside. Each shape beyond that created the etching of the city just another piece of the mouth; it was an all consuming place. A rictus grin that had been carved from an architecture that hungered. The thought brought her to her knees. Or had she always been there? Confusion tangled every thought that she tried to form; synapses failing to fire.
Tears filled her waterline and she did not know why, only that they were accompanied by a horrible and roiling, consuming rage. She lashed out with a fist and tore at a bedside dresser until it was on the floor; a glass lamp shattering with the fall. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇 𝑜𝒷𝒿𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝓊𝓅 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒. “I…” she spoke out only to find that her throat was hoarse and why? A feeling in her bones and on her skin that her mutation had left but she couldn’t remember it, or she could, in fragments and broken pieces. The turning and moving through something from somewhere and a sense of turmoil and a feeling of fighting against it all tooth and claw. A face. Fading, but a face and a name. What was the name?
She screamed out in frustration and grabbed the base of what was left of the lamp and threw it as hard as she could at the useless windows, that view out across this starving city and she watched as it shattered further. What she looked at was a place that still wanted her and people like her to be swallowed and buried. 𝗔𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁. Krakoa was home, or was home something else? Home was a House, maybe, she thought. Home was somewhere after the vengeance that had occupied her mind. Maybe it wasn’t, maybe after vengeance was just nothing. These horrible emotions, horrible and stirring and tearing at the places that made her feel inadequate. New York was a stomach just like the House.
What House?
She began to weep.
“Cancel my meetings today, would you?”
“Then send a flower basket. They’ll live.”
“I’ll be fine, Faraday.”
“Hi, Scott.”
“Well I hope I didn’t wake you. What time is it anyway? I’m sorry if I woke you.”
“I just wanted to speak to you.”
“I went to some dive bar with Jessica you know, in Hell’s Kitchen.”
“Mmmm, oh I know you would have liked that. Maybe next time we'll invite you to girls night. Took my own wine of course, and my own glasses. Who knows what filth–”
“Mmhmm.”
“Oh you do wound me Scott, I thought you’d know.”
“You always did have a good memory.”
“Do you remember that time I got sick? We’d been to Zurich-”
“Only you had hot chocolate, Scott. With marshmallows might I add. I had a brandy. But, I’m not talking about Bahnhofstrasse. More my… Sudden internal collapse, my mind shutting down. The horrible feeling of being unmoored and full of noise and silence all the same.”
“I think I have another one. I feel so overload with telepathic psychic glitches.. It feels like Juggernaut punched me in the back of the head and then some, and then there’s just stretches of static and silence. I dreamt of. Something, I think. Someone. I was trying to help. A House, someone someone… I dreamt I ran through Hell to save someone. I think it was me– Maybe it wasn't. It's like swimming through smoke. I don't think I saved him.”
“Travel all the way to me from Krakoa? Oh Scott, whatever would Jean say?”
“Sorry.”
“I’m in my penthouse. Tucked into my four-poster with room service on call. I’ll think I’ll be fine, I just need to slow down today, let it pass.”
“No, you don’t need to come over. I wanted to talk because… I do keep thinking about Thea...”
“Scott, no. Please. I don’t need you to be here. I called to speak to you. So you'd hear me without... Jumping in.”
“My mind walks me to the nice times you know. Before it went wrong. What it felt like to have her... She used to put too much sugar in her tea. Do you remember that? She would ruin it and I’d watch her do it every time. Spoon by spoon… I told her it was disgusting. And yet, sometimes I make it like that myself.”
“It’s not like I don’t always think about her, but today it’s different. It’s like the images are just sitting there on purpose because my mind feels split in two and I keep thinking of what could have been if... If I’d walked through Hell for her, bartered with a demonic thing. I don’t know. Scott. I hate the way the anger is lodged in me like a knife.”
“I don’t know John, the dream. I think it's the feeling of fingerprints left behind.”
“That’s what I said-”
“I know. Then you understand, it’s not just about missing her. It’s about every piece that was lost from her future and from ours. It’s the way my mind feels everyday and it’s about this horrible absence in me. My anger. The way I soothe myself with it.”
“They don’t miss her the same way I do. Do you?”
“Like a piece of me has been hollowed out. It’s not. It's not just all the grief and anger. I have this constant need to calculate. To think over what we should have done. What we should have prevented and how we could have made it right. Got her back to us. The us that she belonged to. Every so often though... I do allow myself to feel grief. It feels... Cruel. But reminds me that I’m alive and then I come full circle to remember that she is not. I feel it all because she is not.”
“...Scott.”
“Stop it. Do not turn this into reassurance for yourself. I do not need you to fix me Scott and I never have. Not then, not now. My choices were mine alone. I just… I’m, maybe I’m weak today. This headache. These thoughts and bruises. I just wanted you to hear me...”
There was nothing on the line for so long, Emma wondered if it had dropped–
“Scott?”
“Right… I’m tired of containing it, even if it is frightening to show this. I hate our knives. Some days I just want mine to stop hurting. I… I don’t care how. That’s the part I don’t want to say out loud.”
“Will you wear a suit?”
“I’d like to see that.”
“Scott. You don’t get to decide that. Not now, not ever. I didn’t call you so you could put yourself on trial for me.”
“No. Don’t be. This. I’m sorry that you… You always get the worst of me. This is me being honest and you and I both know that doesn’t happen and it doesn’t happen with many people.”
“So am I. And that’s new… Thank you for wanting to come.”
Tears filled her waterline and she did not know why, only that they were accompanied by a horrible and roiling, consuming rage. She lashed out with a fist and tore at a bedside dresser until it was on the floor; a glass lamp shattering with the fall. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇 𝑜𝒷𝒿𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝓊𝓅 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒. “I…” she spoke out only to find that her throat was hoarse and why? A feeling in her bones and on her skin that her mutation had left but she couldn’t remember it, or she could, in fragments and broken pieces. The turning and moving through something from somewhere and a sense of turmoil and a feeling of fighting against it all tooth and claw. A face. Fading, but a face and a name. What was the name?
She screamed out in frustration and grabbed the base of what was left of the lamp and threw it as hard as she could at the useless windows, that view out across this starving city and she watched as it shattered further. What she looked at was a place that still wanted her and people like her to be swallowed and buried. 𝗔𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁. Krakoa was home, or was home something else? Home was a House, maybe, she thought. Home was somewhere after the vengeance that had occupied her mind. Maybe it wasn’t, maybe after vengeance was just nothing. These horrible emotions, horrible and stirring and tearing at the places that made her feel inadequate. New York was a stomach just like the House.
What House?
She began to weep.
“Cancel my meetings today, would you?”
“Ms Frost, you were meeting with a Stark Industries representative today–”
“Then send a flower basket. They’ll live.”
“Of course, Ms Frost. Is there anything else I can do?”
“I’ll be fine, Faraday.”
“Em?”
“Hi, Scott.”
“I wasn’t expecting this. Your call I mean. I wasn’t expecting your call… Is everything okay?”
“Well I hope I didn’t wake you. What time is it anyway? I’m sorry if I woke you.”
“No, not at all, I’m awake. I’m up. How are you? How… Can I help? uhh. Em?”
“I just wanted to speak to you.”
“Oh. Right, well, I’m here.”
“I went to some dive bar with Jessica you know, in Hell’s Kitchen.”
“Oh yeah? I wish I could have seen that.”
“Mmmm, oh I know you would have liked that. Maybe next time we'll invite you to girls night. Took my own wine of course, and my own glasses. Who knows what filth–”
“-Of course you did, let me guess, a red?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Merlot?”
“Oh you do wound me Scott, I thought you’d know.”
“Of course I do. Tempranillo. Teso La Monja. Only you would take a three-thousand-dollar bottle of wine to a shithole.”
“You always did have a good memory.”
“For you? Always– Emma, it’s not that I don’t want to talk or anything just… Our last conversation– Wasn’t– I just, this call feels out of the blue. I've been regretting how we left things but–”
“Do you remember that time I got sick? We’d been to Zurich-”
”Yeah. Bahnhofstrasse. You dragged me shopping for half a day, but you know I do remember that the hot chocolate after was nice. The cafe, the snow... The sunset.”
“Only you had hot chocolate, Scott. With marshmallows might I add. I had a brandy. But, I’m not talking about Bahnhofstrasse. More my… Sudden internal collapse, my mind shutting down. The horrible feeling of being unmoored and full of noise and silence all the same.”
”I remember. Your… mind flu. Telepathy sickness. Migraines and the like.”
“I think I have another one. I feel so overload with telepathic psychic glitches.. It feels like Juggernaut punched me in the back of the head and then some, and then there’s just stretches of static and silence. I dreamt of. Something, I think. Someone. I was trying to help. A House, someone someone… I dreamt I ran through Hell to save someone. I think it was me– Maybe it wasn't. It's like swimming through smoke. I don't think I saved him.”
“Saved who? Do you want me to come over?”
“Travel all the way to me from Krakoa? Oh Scott, whatever would Jean say?”
”Emma…”
“Sorry.”
”It’s alright. Are you alright? I mean, are you safe?”
“I’m in my penthouse. Tucked into my four-poster with room service on call. I’ll think I’ll be fine, I just need to slow down today, let it pass.”
”Are you sure you don’t want me there?
“No, you don’t need to come over. I wanted to talk because… I do keep thinking about Thea...”
“I’m coming over.”
“Scott, no. Please. I don’t need you to be here. I called to speak to you. So you'd hear me without... Jumping in.”
“...I’m listening.”
“My mind walks me to the nice times you know. Before it went wrong. What it felt like to have her... She used to put too much sugar in her tea. Do you remember that? She would ruin it and I’d watch her do it every time. Spoon by spoon… I told her it was disgusting. And yet, sometimes I make it like that myself.”
“Yeah– I remember it. I remember it and then my teeth start to hurt. They’re hurting right now.”
“It’s not like I don’t always think about her, but today it’s different. It’s like the images are just sitting there on purpose because my mind feels split in two and I keep thinking of what could have been if... If I’d walked through Hell for her, bartered with a demonic thing. I don’t know. Scott. I hate the way the anger is lodged in me like a knife.”
”Jesus Emma, what’s all this talk of Hell, anyway?"
“I don’t know John, the dream. I think it's the feeling of fingerprints left behind.”
”Uhm, Scott.”
“That’s what I said-”
”Right, well, Emma, there wasn’t anything more we could have done. I wish that I could have, that we could have… But I’m glad you’re talking about her. I miss her too.”
“I know. Then you understand, it’s not just about missing her. It’s about every piece that was lost from her future and from ours. It’s the way my mind feels everyday and it’s about this horrible absence in me. My anger. The way I soothe myself with it.”
”We all miss her, Emma. We all do.”
“They don’t miss her the same way I do. Do you?”
”How is it that you miss her?”
“Like a piece of me has been hollowed out. It’s not. It's not just all the grief and anger. I have this constant need to calculate. To think over what we should have done. What we should have prevented and how we could have made it right. Got her back to us. The us that she belonged to. Every so often though... I do allow myself to feel grief. It feels... Cruel. But reminds me that I’m alive and then I come full circle to remember that she is not. I feel it all because she is not.”
”I feel it too. And I feel guilt, not just for not saving Thea but… For letting you–for not saving you.”
“...Scott.”
”I think about it all the time. What I missed. The warning signs, I replay them all. That’s my knife… But damnit Emma, I see you. I see… I see you every day and the way you’re carrying on, even with your anger and the way you don’t want to talk. The way you won't talk to me. The way you never did. I still see the rest of you is there. I see it– and I don’t want you to be alone–”
“Stop it. Do not turn this into reassurance for yourself. I do not need you to fix me Scott and I never have. Not then, not now. My choices were mine alone. I just… I’m, maybe I’m weak today. This headache. These thoughts and bruises. I just wanted you to hear me...”
There was nothing on the line for so long, Emma wondered if it had dropped–
“Scott?”
”I’m still here. I’m just… Trying to not get this wrong… You’re not weak, Emma. It’s not weak. You can’t hold this forever.”
“Right… I’m tired of containing it, even if it is frightening to show this. I hate our knives. Some days I just want mine to stop hurting. I… I don’t care how. That’s the part I don’t want to say out loud.”
”Even if there is an angry part of you, I know there are other parts too. All that love you have in you has never gone away… You see yourself as weak and angry. I don't. You just… You let it redirect. You don’t see that but I do. You’ve poured it into Krakoa. You take care of things and maybe I was too harsh on the platform. I was. We both were. I'm sorry for that, I shouldn't have-- God knows I put my foot in it sometimes. But you were right, you’re doing good work. With your students, with Carl. And this Gala, it seems like something that will be good for you and when the night comes I’ll be there, and I’ll support you and I’ll watch you. I hope it quietens the anger. I really do… I hope it dulls the knife.”
“Will you wear a suit?”
”Well, no, I was thinking about a dress actually. Know any good designers?”
“I’d like to see that.”
”I know you would… Maybe for girls night. But. Yeah... Yes I’ll wear a suit. And I’ll be proud of you and maybe one day I’ll find Sinister and I’ll do what I need to do to rid myself of the guilt and maybe… Fuck-- I’ll feel deserving of you again...”
“Scott. You don’t get to decide that. Not now, not ever. I didn’t call you so you could put yourself on trial for me.”
”I’m sorry.”
“No. Don’t be. This. I’m sorry that you… You always get the worst of me. This is me being honest and you and I both know that doesn’t happen and it doesn’t happen with many people.”
”I know. I’m glad you called.”
“So am I. And that’s new… Thank you for wanting to come.”
”Always. Feel better Emma.”
<Snipped quote by Rockette>
More like:
"Are those astronaut pants? Because your ass is out of this world."
unsure if this increases or decreases the Hayden/Jag fangirl radar by a degree 😂
<Snipped quote by Stormyx>
The audacity.
No because I really had to think about this and proceeded to further find little bits of his personality.
"What kind of porn does my character like?" was not a question I expected to ask myself.
Alright, had a good read of the sheets - nice work everyone.
Hayden’s thoughts/likely interactions -
On Scarlett Wren
Hayden would like Scarlett, and be curious about her. He’d find both the differences and similarities amusing and bond with her over the reality TV experience, and likely still feel a bit out of his depth because of the scale of celebrity in the US compare to the UK.
On Jag
Hayden has absolutely been to Caliburn concerts and bought the t-shirts and definitely had a tune or two of theirs as a theme song to his fights. He’s going to fangirl.
On Bobby Rifo
Like with Jag, he’s a big music fan so would enjoy being around Bobby and would have been at a gig or two - certainly the big ones like Glasto. He’ll appreciate his political views too and like that’s he’s outspoken and passionate about his beliefs. He’ll respect him.
On Daisy Black
Hayden probably knows Daisy from podcasts, and likely saw her on Jimmy Fallon, but doesn’t know much about her beyond that. I don’t believe he would have seen her films. He would find her perspective interesting and would be keen to talk to her about her experiences. He’d find a similar thread with her in her humble beginnings and small town upbringing.
On Eleanor Hill
Look. He’s not a big reader. It's not his fault haha, he wouldn’t know her but would express a sincere interest in her work and probably promise to “check it out” but likely get a bit intimidated by the content. If she pressed and talked more about how her writing is about feminism he’s going to start talking about his mam and sisters, and the women in his family and how he’ll get them copies of the book too.
On Anna Svensson
Would find absolutely nothing in common with her and sit somewhere between feeling uncomfortable and intimidated by just… the vastness of the wealth and social status - very different upbringings and so he might not know a lot about her. He’d respect her philanthropy and ambitions with law if they talked. He might wonder to himself if he could win a match against Stromm. Actually yeah, he’d be more interested in being pals with Stromm.
On Charles Aponte
Wouldn’t know where to start. Again, a big divide in upbringings so he’d likely feel a bit small in his presence especially as Charles presents as highly-intelligent and cultured. Hayden definitely doesn’t know what LUCENT is but would show some genuine interest if they spoke. He would be interested in whether he could take Jonah out in the ring. (He thinks that yes he could, easily)
On Cozy Rosie
He won’t have seen her videos but would, again, be genuinely interested in what she has to say and promise to watch her streams. He’d probably ask her advice on wellness, and talk about his sisters who would enjoy her content.
Hayden’s thoughts/likely interactions -
On Scarlett Wren
Hayden would like Scarlett, and be curious about her. He’d find both the differences and similarities amusing and bond with her over the reality TV experience, and likely still feel a bit out of his depth because of the scale of celebrity in the US compare to the UK.
On Jag
Hayden has absolutely been to Caliburn concerts and bought the t-shirts and definitely had a tune or two of theirs as a theme song to his fights. He’s going to fangirl.
On Bobby Rifo
Like with Jag, he’s a big music fan so would enjoy being around Bobby and would have been at a gig or two - certainly the big ones like Glasto. He’ll appreciate his political views too and like that’s he’s outspoken and passionate about his beliefs. He’ll respect him.
On Daisy Black
Hayden probably knows Daisy from podcasts, and likely saw her on Jimmy Fallon, but doesn’t know much about her beyond that. I don’t believe he would have seen her films. He would find her perspective interesting and would be keen to talk to her about her experiences. He’d find a similar thread with her in her humble beginnings and small town upbringing.
On Eleanor Hill
Look. He’s not a big reader. It's not his fault haha, he wouldn’t know her but would express a sincere interest in her work and probably promise to “check it out” but likely get a bit intimidated by the content. If she pressed and talked more about how her writing is about feminism he’s going to start talking about his mam and sisters, and the women in his family and how he’ll get them copies of the book too.
On Anna Svensson
Would find absolutely nothing in common with her and sit somewhere between feeling uncomfortable and intimidated by just… the vastness of the wealth and social status - very different upbringings and so he might not know a lot about her. He’d respect her philanthropy and ambitions with law if they talked. He might wonder to himself if he could win a match against Stromm. Actually yeah, he’d be more interested in being pals with Stromm.
On Charles Aponte
Wouldn’t know where to start. Again, a big divide in upbringings so he’d likely feel a bit small in his presence especially as Charles presents as highly-intelligent and cultured. Hayden definitely doesn’t know what LUCENT is but would show some genuine interest if they spoke. He would be interested in whether he could take Jonah out in the ring. (He thinks that yes he could, easily)
On Cozy Rosie
He won’t have seen her videos but would, again, be genuinely interested in what she has to say and promise to watch her streams. He’d probably ask her advice on wellness, and talk about his sisters who would enjoy her content.
My sheet is finished!
I'll probably still make changes to it lmao, anyway
Will take a look as well at the other sheets and have a good read of the characters 😎 Good job on them all so far.
I'll probably still make changes to it lmao, anyway
Will take a look as well at the other sheets and have a good read of the characters 😎 Good job on them all so far.
And that means only this weekend to get sheets in ready for final roster announcement on Monday! Don't delay, apply today!
I am almost done with mine - gotta get those supporting cast bits in and then its himbo time, full speed ahead 👍
Just a half round of words and thoughts on some of the recent IC 😊
More to come this weekend!
@Captain Uni
@Colonel Sep
@Lord Wraith
Green Arrow, Hulk, Daredevil, Batman, Iron Fist to continue with!
More to come this weekend!
@Captain Uni
@Colonel Sep
@Lord Wraith
Green Arrow, Hulk, Daredevil, Batman, Iron Fist to continue with!
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