Everyone I'll archive this acc so anyone can unfollow me and if want can Follow my Sabretooth acc, I just don't feel like Scott.
I'll reply who I've threads with but anyone can find me at @victorcreed.bsky.social if necessary <3
Everyone I'll archive this acc so anyone can unfollow me and if want can Follow my Sabretooth acc, I just don't feel like Scott.
I'll reply who I've threads with but anyone can find me at @victorcreed.bsky.social if necessary <3
"I guess this is it..." He muttered with a sigh, though he had no intention of telling his friends.
"I guess this is it..." He muttered with a sigh, though he had no intention of telling his friends.
Any who are friends to mutants are invited to the festivities, to gather and enjoy the night.
(Transcript of the image text will be available in the comments under Opening Remarks)
♡ + ↻ | #BSkyGala
Any who are friends to mutants are invited to the festivities, to gather and enjoy the night.
(Transcript of the image text will be available in the comments under Opening Remarks)
♡ + ↻ | #BSkyGala
You've got to 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 between your 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀,
feels like you're running out of 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴.
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩.
You've got to 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 between your 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀,
feels like you're running out of 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴.
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩.
"Yeah, I’m good! Just been a long week, you know how it is." He nodded toward Ben’s bowtie with a small smirk.
"Even the blue ladies?"
But behind the red lenses, his thoughts were already pulling away again.
"The ladies love it!" he chimed. Uh huh.
"I'm doing great. Gotta be real, it's a lot. You uh... you sure you're good, dude?"
"Ben! That’s a great tie you’ve got there! Yeah, I’m good—how about you?"
"Yeah, I’m good! Just been a long week, you know how it is." He nodded toward Ben’s bowtie with a small smirk.
"Even the blue ladies?"
But behind the red lenses, his thoughts were already pulling away again.
"Ben! That’s a great tie you’ve got there! Yeah, I’m good—how about you?"
"Hey buddy. Doing good?"
Scott smiled, though deep down he felt uneasy being too far from the Danger Room.
"..."
He kept his expression calm and composed, but his thoughts were already drifting back to the danger room.
"Ben! That’s a great tie you’ve got there! Yeah, I’m good—how about you?"
Scott smiled, though deep down he felt uneasy being too far from the Danger Room.
"..."
He kept his expression calm and composed, but his thoughts were already drifting back to the danger room.
Scott smiled, though deep down he felt uneasy being too far from the Danger Room.
"..."
He kept his expression calm and composed, but his thoughts were already drifting back to the danger room.
Hank stepped into the Gala, his posture was almost painfully stiff, walking alongside Victor with deliberate precision, he could feel James’s eyes on him and truth be told, Hank felt far more nervous than he ever had debating at the United Nations.
"Gre--Greetings!"
Hank stepped into the Gala, his posture was almost painfully stiff, walking alongside Victor with deliberate precision, he could feel James’s eyes on him and truth be told, Hank felt far more nervous than he ever had debating at the United Nations.
"Gre--Greetings!"
Standing awkwardly at the entrance, Rogue shifts in her spot, still debating if it was too late to turn around and flee to the diner again.
#BSkyGala
Standing awkwardly at the entrance, Rogue shifts in her spot, still debating if it was too late to turn around and flee to the diner again.
#BSkyGala
"Time to look good, eat good and have a blast!"
#BSkyGala
"Time to look good, eat good and have a blast!"
#BSkyGala
James strutted back into the gala, gone were the tight black leathers and grumpy collar-pulling. In their place? A white tuxedo jacket stretched over broad shoulders, a bow tie that matched nothing and everything at once, and shoes—flaming shoes—that looked like they’d been forged in
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James strutted back into the gala, gone were the tight black leathers and grumpy collar-pulling. In their place? A white tuxedo jacket stretched over broad shoulders, a bow tie that matched nothing and everything at once, and shoes—flaming shoes—that looked like they’d been forged in
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