Victor Sabretooth
@victorcreed.bsky.social
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Cause they smell the same, tin man. Ain't about the real flag, it’s about the man wearin it. That journalist with the goofy smile? Same scent as the boy scout with the shield, same kind of heart too, both reek o' righteousness and clean hands that ain’t never been in the mud.
Both boy scouts wearin' flags, thinkin' the world’s black and white, always playin' hero, always followin’ rules. Both think savin' people makes 'em better than the rest of us— all that shiny hope and no idea what the world's really like in the dirt.
Both boy scouts wearin' flags, thinkin' the world’s black and white, always playin' hero, always followin’ rules. Both think savin' people makes 'em better than the rest of us— all that shiny hope and no idea what the world's really like in the dirt.
"What do you mean?"
They wear the same colors and talk the same.
"Not unless he was born in the 30's."
// In my head, Reed said “Go blue team!” and suddenly Kurt appeared — BAMF! — “Amen.” Hahaha
"I try to be nice with ya, but ya have to be like this."
Stares the stuff he can't break right now. "..."
Look,me and you, breaking his stuff at the same time... Most be Better than working alone.
When you’re right, you’re right.
Sabretooth RAAWWRSSS at the Herbies. "I can always break and eat them."
a close up of a person 's hand reaching out towards a car .
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"Season’s changin’ slow this year, forest’s quieter, smells different—less life, more sleep. Can't say I mind it, though. Cold keeps the hunters away, brings the kind of silence I like, guess you could say I’m thrivin And you? Still chirpin’ through the wind, little bird?"
"I'm great, thank you for asking, and even better now! What about yourself, Victor? How's the changing season treating you?"
Ya need to do it better then. Look how many stuff that's not broken.
Hey! That’s my job.
@angrymetalclaws.bsky.social Why yer smellin like that?
The old cuckoo clock creaks faintly above her, hand-carved wood, scarred from years of forest winters, a tiny brass bird tucked behind the shutter. "That clock’s been hangin’ there longer than most folks been breathin"
she’s stealing the reader’s watch.
Keep talkin' like that and I'll tie you in a knot just to see if you snap or squeak.
@reed-richards.bsky.social Pseudointellectual megalomaniac.
Soo, Doc, ya got one of those big, fancy words I can use to insult Reed with? Something horrible and long.
A colorless gas, my dear, notorious for its distinctive aroma reminiscent of rotten eggs. It occurs naturally in volcanic gases, swamps, and, dare I say, certain locker rooms after training sessions. Highly toxic in concentrated form, though I assure you {+}