X-Men: The Fall of X with Spencer Ackerman and Kaetun Khlynne
X-Men: The Fall of X with Spencer Ackerman and Kaetun Khlynne. A journalist and a physicist join GP Radio to talk about The Fall of X! #fallofx #xmen
Krakoa will never not exist. Will never not be an aspiration and an option. — Spencer Ackerman
And do I have some news for Sebastian Shaw about civil forfeiture. — Kaetun Khlynne
A journalist and a physicist join me to talk about The Fall of X, the 2023 summer X-Men comics event about the fall of Krakoa, the mutant homeland. The first part of the episode is spoiler free. We are very clear when…
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I found this in my WIP doc earlier today - I’m not sure if I’ll ever finish it tbh.
Working Title: X-Factor Resurrection
Characters: Lorna & Wanda
Summary: A short little moment of sisterly bonding at the second Hellfire Gala
Lorna felt the chill hit her mouth before the drink’s sickly sweet taste cut through. She wrinkled her nose, before taking another sip of the drink, just to confirm. The jewels she was suspending in air just below her ears shook out of alignment for a moment.
“There’s no fucking alcohol in this shit,” Lorna grumbled. “I can’t believe they’re cutting me off.”
She let herself privately imagine what she would do to the Madrox who had served her the drink when she found them, and then Lorna sighed and let it go. She’d long since lost count of the number of drinks she’d had at the gala anyways. Maybe a little breather would be good for her.
Wanda was doing her best to hide an ever so subtle smirk. She was pretending to be fully focused on Lila Cheney’s set, humming bits of the tune as she had no idea what the words were. Lorna didn’t think Wanda had ever even listened to a Lila Cheney song - Wanda didn’t have a single song on her Spotify Wrapped that had been made after 1972. Lorna had made Wanda a lengthy playlist back in January, and despite Wanda swearing that she had given it a try, Lorna was unconvinced Wanda had ever even clicked play.
Maybe the ten hour runtime had scared her adopted sister off.
“Wanda… Did you turn my drink into soda?” Lorna asked, an edge to her voice.
“What? Me? I would never,” Wanda said, the smirk only growing slightly as she tried to proclaim innocence. “It’s rude of you to accuse me like that.”
Lorna furrowed her brow. “You totally did,” she pouted.
God, when are people going to stop treating me like a fucking kid? First Jean, now Wanda…
It had been a year since Jean had manipulated Lorna’s don’t pick me plea and gotten her elected to the X-Men. Jean always did what she thought was best, no matter what other people had to feel about it. And to make things worse, Jean had been fucking right - Lorna had loved just about every minute on this X-Men team, probably the first time in her life that she had actually wanted to be a part of the capeshit craziness.
Wanda shrugged, turning to face her sister. “I guess we will never know,” she teased slightly. “So, my dear sister… What’s next for Lorna Dane, PhD?” she asked earnestly.
Her hair was cascading all around her, at one point turning into a galaxy of magical stars. Wanda was positively glowing, no longer the Pretender, the mutant boogeyman - but finally the Redeemer, a great friend of Krakoa. Lorna knew that Wanda’s plans were for the future, now that she had finally hit her stride - she had talked about helping those in need, beyond just her calling with the Avengers. Wanda had even rattled off shop name ideas to Lorna late one night, when they were in couture PJs and eating ice cream out of the container as Legally Blonde played in the background.
“To be honest, Dr. Dane… has no fucking idea,” Lorna admitted.
A little bit of tension left her body as she admitted that. It felt good.
“Whatever it is, you’re going to do great,” Wanda promised. “You’ll figure it out - I know you will. Call it a witch’s intuition.”
One Year Later…
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Let me feel your light
Let me speak your name
Goddess of the night
Goddess of the rain
Art: Russell Dauterman, Rafael Domingues, David Nakayama
Lyrics: Goddess of the Rain - Burn the Ballroom
ID below the cut
[ID: A series of comic edits featuring Ororo Munroe in her Hellfire Gala outfit, (black bodysuit, gold necklace, gold bracelets, hair a white cloud, black boots, lightning bolt earrings, lightning bolt hair piece) with a focus on colors of orange, black, red, yellow, and gold;
Edit 1 - Ororo looks off into the distance while using her powers of electricity, a flashing gif of lighting overlays the edit with the words written in small white letters; you spoke once of power. you do not know the meaning of the word. I will show you power.
Edit 2 - Ororo smiles while her head and shoulders are encircled in a shining golden sun with black background.
Edit 3 - orange, red, yellow stiped background with the words of; goddess, weather witch, mistress of the elements, walker of clouds, storm, ororo munroe, windrider repeat under the image of ororo in a lighting bolt cut out.
Edit 4 - Ororo stands and looks off into the distance, her eyes are pure white while smoky black clouds move around her in a animated gif with a gold flecked black background.
Edit 5 - two halves of Ororo's face are on opposite sides of the edit with one being upside down over a yellow/orange background.
Edit 6 - Ororo is flying through the air while using her powers set over a background of a tornado made of light with her name, Storm, in gold script.
Edit 7 - Ororo looks out at the viewer in a haze of circles and light in red, yellow, and orange. The words "am I not Beautiful? and Terrible? Do you not fear me? you should" are scrawled across in light yellow coloring. [/End ID]
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