Emma Frost.

“Yeah, well, don’t get too used to it, blondie. Anyway, I have better things to do than stand here and argue with you, so I think I’m going to go do one of them.”

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“That’s gotta get pretty annoying.” he smirked, amused by her. “You wanna be friends with a bunch of guys who have some kinda fear of soap? A brave choice.” he joked, snorting. 

“Not for me.” Emma smirked in return. “No but you’ll want to be friends with me though. I am somewhat pretty and from what I hear, you lack a telepath and don’t wear those ridiculous costumes that their crippled perverted tutor makes them wear.”

Okay, so I’ve technically had this blog for over a year now. I started playing Pietro in April of 2014 and instantly fell in love with the asshole. July of 2014 I deleted the blog and restarted it, and now 11 months later after many unscheduled hiatuses and such, I have 220 wonderful followers. This list is unfortunately a bias list, but I appreciate every single follower I have and want to roleplay with all of you. But without further ado, the list!

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I enjoy roleplaying with everyone, even if you aren’t on the list. The people on this list are just the people who I have met on here who have really changed my time here on tumblr for the better and I love them for it. 

Thank you all again for a wonderful roleplaying experience. You are my roleplaying family. I love you all.

“Nah, it’s uh,” he cleared his throat, feeling a bit shy in that moment. “Nevermind.”

“You’ve gone all shy on me now? I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Oh, you’d be right about that.” Lance smirked, head cocked to the side. “Then again, that’s not hard to guess  if you’ve seen my friends around school.”

“Oh, I have an awful habit of being right all the time.” Emma replied with a try tone of humor. “You have friends with bad hygeiene. However, perhaps you would do me the honor of introducing me.”

Emma Frost-David Yardin

“That’s gotta be a handy little thing when you’re in trouble.” he mused out loud, clearly impressed.

“You could say that.” Emma replied with a slight smirk as she looked around before looking back at him. “Though you don’t seem like a boy scout yourself.”

“Heh,” was all Pietro could reply with for a moment, and being a young male, all he could counter with was: “I know what’s big and noticeable. And it ain’t no button.”

“And what is that? Your ego?” Emma asked him, her head tilting to the side as she raised an eyebrow at him.”

“Granted there’s a fair chance of him suspending me upside down from some chains by my ankles again.  That was weird as fuck.”

“You have a weird relationship with your father with some very unnatural tendencies.”

“You’ve complained plenty,” Celeste protested, settling her hands on her hips. “It just tapers off into a grudging silence after a fashion. That’s something we’ve learned from you.”

“We want to be taken seriously, but that’s not bloody likely now,” Sophie sighed.

“And what is it that you want?” Irma asked.

“I am in the position to complain because I have worked my way up.“ Emma explained dryly. “You must know what place people see you in and the boundaries they expect from the said placement before you can break out of the designated category.”

“And saying it will not change that will it?” Emma asked, looking at the three of them.

“Like any other ideal woman; world peace and Prada shoes.” Emma answered in her usual dry humor.

“You’re getting on my last nerve, you know that?”

“You are so easy.” Emma smirked, rubbing his chest. “Your buttons so big and noticeable to push.”

“Woah…” he breathed, a sudden smile on his face. “You’re one of  those telepaths?”   

“One of the better ones, dear.” Emma boasted, confident in her skill.

“And what? Punch him at the speed of sound? I’ve certainly entertained the thought.”

“Well, I am certainly not going to stop you from doing whatever you like to him.”

“You’ll undoubtedly outlive them all and laugh into the silence,” Esme said, waving an airy hand. “But we’re not officially X-Men.”

“We ought to have been ages ago. We’re more qualified than some of the people that have been promoted in the meantime,” Sophie protested.

“People want to think of us as children,” Phoebe said.

Emma’s lips tightened for a moment as the Cuckoos continued. “Things are not just handed to you. I have been doing this bloody higher calling for several years now and some are still against me being here but do you seem me complaining?”

“Have you girls learned nothing from me in all our time together?” Emma asked with a slight sigh. “Instead of trying to fight the opinion of others, use it to your advantage to get what you want.“