<b>Jean-Paul Beaubier</b> (Northstar) [Matt Bomer] — <i>Coco</i> — 12/25<br><br><!--c1--><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1' id='CODE-WRAP'><tr><td><b>CODE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='CODE'><!--ec1-->[b]Jean-Paul Beaubier[/b] (Northstar) [Matt Bomer] — [i]Coco[/i] — 12/25<!--c2--></td></tr></table><!--ec2-->

I would like to request an extension on Wither please.

She didn’t know the full extent of what he had done, that was true. But the more she thought about it, the more she concluded that she didn’t care. Lin liked him, no matter what, so she told him that. <br><br>Her lips curled into a smile when she noticed how his face lit up, only for her expression to shift into a scowl when he spoke. Reaching for her right antler, she touched it with her index finger. <br><br><b>“<i>Even</i> my antlers?” </b>she asked, surprised.<b> “I didn’t know there was an issue with them.”</b><br><br>Stepping closer, she looked him in the eye. Her gaze dropped almost instantly to his mouth. Her pulse began racing. It was<i> really </i>hard to stay mad at him when she was looking at him, so instead of inquiring further about what he meant, she dropped it. <br><br>His smirk was mirrored with a mischievous grin, something shifting in her gaze as she did. <br><br><b>“Sure,”</b> she said, her voice low. <br><br>Grabbing his hand, she laced their fingers together one more time, then looked around for the nearest exit. An anticipation she hadn’t felt before starting building up in every inch of her body as she pulled him towards the door. <br><br>Flinging the door open, she didn’t even wait for them to be out of the hallways to pull him closer, pressing her lips against his, her hands on his face. Moving away, just slightly, she looked at him again. <br><br>Outside the prom, everything was silent. Only a couple dim lights were on, her eyelashes forming shadows over her cheekbones as she looked up. Her heart was beating so hard against her ribcage Lin worried, for a second, it might jump out.<br><br>She’d never felt anything like it; it didn’t surprise him more than it surprised her. But she didn’t mind going along with it. Lin had always followed her heart, never allowing any kind of expectations or made up rules about how to behave to stand in between her and what she wanted.<br><br>This was no different.<br><br><b>“Where do you want to go?” </b>she asked, still standing so close she could notice every single movement of his face, every breath. The mischievous light came back to her dark eyes. <b>“We could go to my room, if you’d want.”<br></b><br><br>

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<b>Valentín Correa</b> (Ransom) [tbd] — <i>Eli</i> — seven days from today's date

<b>Kevin Ford</b> (Wither) [Felix Mallard] — <i>AJ!</i> — 12/18<br><br><!--c1--><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1' id='CODE-WRAP'><tr><td><b>CODE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='CODE'><!--ec1-->[b]Kevin Ford[/b] (Wither) [Felix Mallard] — [i]AJ![/i] — 12/18<!--c2--></td></tr></table><!--ec2-->

The smallest of briefs and Angelica figured they'd just have to wing the rest of this little rescue endeavor as they had been. <br><br>Without another thought, she lifted herself from the ground with a push of thermal energy, falling through the teleportation disk provided, floating onto the scene. Some kids, visibly mutated, looking slightly younger than the heroes gathered. Terrified as they were held hostage by gunpoint against the tree. The scenario was all too triggering for Angelica. That night at the mansion. Their home broken into and assaulted, captured and crucified simply because they existed and a section of humanity didn't care for their existence. <br><br>It seemed that humanity was just hateful about anything. Gender. Sexuality. Race. They'd make any excuse to be prejudice and to hurt others. <br><br>A gunshot rang. They'd just arrived and they've already failed one of the hostages. <br><br>Before she wanted to end this quickly to get back to being comfortable. Now she wanted to end this quickly to see how long it'd before the bodies of these humans were found. Ugh, no. She shouldn't think like that. Professor Xavier would not approve at all of retaliating for the sake of breaking these men out of vengeance.<br><br>But Angelica had been privately tutored by the White Queen, she'd probably through the scenario of dealing with assailants many times over. Those training courses were about survival and doing what needed to be done, whether the opposition was still breathing or not. So she anticipated their gunfire. Still floating within an aura of radiated heat, her hair fanned and blazing as it wavered with the output of her energy. The bullets shot at her melted into metallic globs, dropping to the ground before they could hit her.<br><br><span style='color:orange'>&quot;For all the talk you all say about <i>us</i> being abominations, look in a god damn mirror and self reflect!&quot;</span> Both of her fists shot forward, beams of microwave heat shot forward in twin streams. Two of the men hollered, dropping their weapons as they combusted into flames. Crying worse than the children that they'd just attacked. The fabric of their clothes melting with their skin steadily down to their bones. <br><br><span style='color:orange'>&quot;I can't tell you to go to hell. You bitches can't even take the heat.&quot;</span> she beckoned the radiation back to her fists, siphoning the flames from the two humans, eyeing their charred bodies falling, wispy and cracked screams as they writhed on the ground. [AI=https://i.postimg.cc/dt9B3BX6/Firestar_Avy.png]

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<b>Laurie Collins</b> (Wallflower) [Lili Reinhart] — <i>Doomy</i> — Dec 16- 2025