Hey y'all, just wanted to let y'all know that our MATM event is officially complete! I had so much fun with this event, and I loved seeing everyone's sorrow for me. I hope you enjoyed! Here is the masterlist again :)
OOC: For the best reading experience don't switch to the second picture until the text turns bold.
Tuesday, June Thirtieth, One Fourty-Five PM. The house of Frost and Karisik.
Emma Frost sat alone in her room, grading the homework of her students and preparing for the quiz she was planning to administer the following day. Her students were continuing to excel, as she expected, though you wouldn't know from the scowl on her face.
Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door. What could it be? If nothing else, it's a lovely reprieve from grading. Her back was in agony from her terrible posture, a secret she only showed at home, and she needed to stretch her legs. Tessa kept proposing the idea of a standing desk, but they never found the time to order it.
She walks towards the door and opens it to find one of her favorite students, the eternally hard-working Paige Guthrie.
Ah, what a lovely surprise. Do come in.
Paige entered with a nod and and took a seat on Emma's couch, removing her pink gym shoes and placing them by the entrance.
Can I get you anything to drink? It's a tad too early for anything hard, but I have an assortment of juices and sodas if you fancy.
"...orange juice, please."
Emma turned her back and walked into the kitchen, taking a silver-trimmed glass out and placing it on the counter. She opened the fridge and found the juice she specifically bought because Paige liked it, twisting the cap off and starting to pour. With her back still turned, she called out to her surrogate daughter, smiling as she started to pour.
*"*I made sure to get extra pulp, darling. Your favorite."
As the first drop dripped into the glass, she heard the words that chilled her very soul, freezing her in place.
You killed them all, Ms. Frost. Your Hellions died because of you.
What?
She couldn't move, feeling the weight of her diamond skin for the first time. She didn't even realize it, but she had reflexively turned to her reflective skin, her impenetrable form.
Well, it's supposed to be, anyway.
***"***Do you see them, mother? Do you see how you let everyone die?"
No, please, I...
"You are surrounded by death. Now, you will feel even a fraction of what they did."
I-
Blam!
Emma's body shattered into thousands of pieces and dropped to the floor, the sharp diamonds cutting deep grooves as they lodged into her stained hardwood. Now, it was stained with something far more sinister.
Emma Frost was dead.
In times past, they were a family. Monet, like her surrogate mother, struggled to tell people her true emotions, often relying on cheap putdowns and glares to mask how much she worried for her fellow student. Paige, similarly, pushed herself to exceed all expectations, always trying to fill the shadows she found herself in. In many ways, they were two side of the same Frost, two halves of the woman they both bore their hearts to. In recent times, however, Monet had drifted away, and she had only just come back to Emma's arms after slaying her biological child.
Now? Now they are playing chess in the cabin Monet purchased, this being the first time the White Queen has seen it. It's nice, obviously expensive, but still cozy on the inside. That sounds like someone here, no?
You may take white first, Monet. Your move.
Transmission to the Tyrfing, July 5th, 2026, 11:00 AM.
Abigail Brand. I imagine you do not eagerly await my voice, but at it has been nearly six days since my last transmission, I thought it prudent to contact you posthaste. First, I will explain the reasoning for my absence. Put simply, I was dead, and I had not informed nor asked anyone to take my station in communicating with your crew because I was shot before I had the chance to disclose this mission to anyone. Do not worry, I am fine, but it was a rather troublesome hiccup.
"Hiccup? You were dead!" A rowdy Megan Gwynn aka Pixie interrupts.
And I am not now. See? All better. Please allow me to finish my message before speaking, Megan.
"Right, right, sorryyy."
To continue, we've seen an increase in activity from a newly-reforming Squadron Supreme, as well as the return of Nate Grey. Please do inform Scott that his temporarily-maladjusted son has come back to us, as well that I enjoyed his message. Scott, darling, I am fine. I appreciate knowing you were worried. Diamonds are forever, my friend.
"Unless they get shot with a diamond bullet!"
Megan, please.
"I'm just trying to help!"
I know, my dear, but I need to focus.
"Alright..." Megan pouts and crosses her arms.
As I was saying, we are doing well. Henry and Warren both returned to us, a wonderful surprise, my darling Tessa is a vampire, and the children enjoyed the festivities of the Fourth.
She pauses and looks down.
I wish you were here to celebrate with us, Scott. Be safe, alright? Now, please pass the receiver to Laura. Megan is impatiently waiting to speak to her.
Emma beckons Megan closer and puts her hand on her temple.
Go ahead, darling.
Headmistress Frost, currently the only headperson at The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning calls an impromptu assembly at 7:00 PM, just after dinner is served in the dining hall. Despite the nightly festivities and enjoyment of the fireworks, the room is packed. It seemed they missed her.
Hello, my darling students. Much has changed as of late, and I thought it prudent to speak directly with you. I understand there was a recent commotion involving my death, so I wanted to clarify something: I am back. Yes, I was absent for five days, but due to the hard work of our beloved Forge as well as the incredible gifts of Rachel and Hope Summers, I feel better than ever. They are all sitting in the front row, and I want everyone to show them how valuable they are. Please join me in thanking them.
The room roars in applause and cheers as the trio is nudged on the shoulders and thanked.
Alright, that is enough. In my time of absence, the present staff has struggled to keep track of everything. That is not okay, and while I will explain further reasons for this later, I wanted to start with something simple.
Now. This is a place of learning. Not just about your mutant gifts, but about the world. Respect For your teachers, mutant and human alike, will be expected from all of you. Control of your powers, the safety of others around you, is paramount importance. Violence of any kind will never be tolerated.
A few months ago, the mutant nation of Genosha was attacked and destroyed by the humans. In total, over sixteen million mutants were slaughtered at the hands of Casandra Nova and sentinels she acquired and modified. Magneto, Erik Lehnsherr, now works tirelessly to repair our island, though that of course is a long and arduous process. If any students are interested in visiting Genosha and witnessing the destruction firsthand, you are more than welcome to speak to me. That being said, this too is can grant us knowledge.
We have learned the first lesson. They will always fear us. We will never live in a world of peace. Which is why control and non-violence are essential. We must prove ourselves a peaceful people. We must give the ordinary humans respect, compliance, and understanding.
And we must never mistake that for trust.
I understand that many among you sometimes lose sight of the future, see our next steps as blurry and distant. But I am here to tell you that the next steps are here to come, and we must be ready for them. We are creating the mutants of the future, artists, musicians, politicians, doctors, scientists, even superheroes for those who choose to face the public. We are the architects of the future, and I personally intend to give you the hammer and nails to build it yourselves. You are the future, children. Do not forget it.
For my last point, I'd like to explain why the halls may have felt different lately. In truth, they are. I do not wish to cause panic, but a group of our very own have left to space, those being Cyclops, Storm, Rogue, Gambit, Kitty Pryde, Wolverine, and Firestar. They are engaged in protecting Earth and the wider galaxy from a rearrange of both the Brood and the Skrulls, two deadly enemies that have now joined forces. Do not be alarmed, my dears. Our X-Men are fantastically pushing their forces back, and there is no risk of the conflict even reaching the neighboring galaxies. Still, it is our duty to protect the world that hates and fears us, even if it extends beyond the atmosphere.
I will leave you with a brief nugget of information that I have learned: Simple coexistence is not possible. We must make ourselves useful, give back to the world, and show them a path they refuse to walk. Then, we will set them on the path and lock them inside, leaving no room for them to diverge into their habits of bigotry and violence. There is no alternative. The humans will coexist with us, not because we kill all the ones who oppose us, nor because we beg them on our knees for rights. We simply take our lives and twist their hand into changing shapes. That is our future, my darlings.
The whole world is watching us now. We must be nothing less than fabulous.
She smiles at them and chuckles.
Thank you. I do hope you enjoy the rest of your evenings. There will be snacks and refreshments at the lakefront for those who choose to join us in watching the festivities.
Here comes tomorrow. Thank you.
She steps down from the podium.
Reunion and conflict do tend to go hand in hand, don't they?
After repairing her relationship to Monet and saying goodbye to her daughter, Emma races back to her room, where she felt her mind calling for her. It was ravenous, screeching out in waves of hunger and pain.
She has not fed. Wait for me, my love.
She kicks down the door to her own home and rushes to the safe room in the basement, one of many contingency in case of an attack. She never imagined that it would need to be used on her partner. She smashes the door with her brute diamond strength and finds a hole in the wall, a tunnel leading out from the room. She hears crawling, digging, and the sounds of the soil being broken as someone climbs out. Not much time left. She sprints back out of the house and finds the hole's exit on the other side, leading her down a small pathway towards the lakefront.
She finds a weakened Tessa sitting there, staring out into the evening sky. As a leaf crunches beneath Emma's foot, she turns her head and faintly whispers to her.
"Emma. I..."
Emma sits down next to her and puts her hand on the back of her head before biting the skin from her arm and putting it in Tessa's mouth.
Try not to bite, my love. It would be beyond troublesome if we were both vampires, no?
She allows Tessa to suck her flowing blood until she is satisfied, the frenzy in her eyes calming into bliss and comfort.
"I missed you, Emma."
I missed you too, my love. It looks like you solved everything while I was gone.
She embraces Tessa in her arms as tears trickle down their faces, the first fireworks of the night blanketing the distance with bright lights and the smell of gunpowder.
Let us rest here a moment, my darling. The work to be done can wait.
OOC: art by the talented and wonderful u/BlackCat_2099. also, interactable!
As Monet finally rises to her feet, she gives Emma a moment alone with Esme, her daughter, the woman most like her. How do you love the woman who killed you? How do you hate the eyes that show yourself? In her attempt to overthrow the White Queen, she had cemented herself as everything Emma wanted her to be. She was cold, callous, cutthroat, and made the game her own.
A mother could never ask for more.
She watches the life slowly drain from her eyes as she breathes her last breath and plants a soft kiss on her forehead, the last goodbye to a departed soul. The students would hate her, and the faculty would struggle to understand how Emma still loved her, but she didn't care. To her, Esme had conviction, and she could never ask for anything more than that.
Monet St. Croix.
For the many children Emma has taught, there was none quite like Monet. Generation X saw the best and the worst of her career, the highs and lows of learning to be a true role model. In many ways, Monet was the next generation of Frosts, ruthless, bold, beautiful, but kind beneath the surface. For weeks now, Monet had been rebelling again Emma, trying to convince herself that she did not need her. That the love she felt was hatred, contempt, that Emma was the worst thing she could become.
Now, we shall see what the heart wants.
Monet! Esme!
Emma finds her two daughters entangled, Penance hunched over a weak Esme. Monet collapsed to her knees as she heard Emma's voice, turning her head slowly and looking back at her. In this form, Emma could not touch her, that is, if she did not have her diamond skin. She reached around and held the red diamond within her arms, pulling her in and holding her tightly.
It is all over now, Monet. I have you. I'm right here.
OOC: ignore that emma is eating
Emma Frost is a contradiction: she fears aging and she fears the immortality of her mutation. Together, they stave off the effects of aging, but at a certain point, she thought she'd be stuck in it forever. She never thought she could die.
Until now.
In the darkness, her soul was in tatters. She felt as though every inch of her was spread across a spider's web of the mind. But soon after... she felt heat. It started slowly, but the fire grew, blossoming into an inferno burning inside of her. It was unbearable. It was invigorating.
Wake up, White Queen.
She shot up on the table she rested on, surrounded by two redheaded women with fiery auras and a man tinkering with a machine. Her medics, she presumed? No matter. Only one word emerged from her lips, one word screaming to be released from her soul.
Esme!
OOC: there will be a proper emma revival post later. for now, save your excitement for tonight. this was only seen by a select few
Like I just did for the ongoing Murder at the Mansion event, I thought I'd make a similar masterlist for the ongoing Annihilators story. Because this one is a lot longer and won't be ending anytime soon, it will be separated into chapters. Enjoy!
Chapter I - A Battle and a Beginning
Silver Surfer Intro - Specks Amongst Infinite Space
Nova Intro - Somebodies gotta do it
Beta Ray Bill Intro - Defender of the Downtrodden
Gladiator Intro - Majestor of the People, Enforcer of the Empire
Part I - Horse on Skrull Violence
Part II - Fight Night in Space
X-Men Interlude - An Emissary From Space
Captain Marvel Intro - Comeback Queen
Abigail Brand Intro - The Apex of the World
Chapter II - Change of Scenery
Part IV - Violence begets Violence
Brand Interlude - One Way Or Another
Part V - Between Heaven and Earth
Chapter III - Proud Fight
Part I - A Gathering of Storms
Brand Interlude - Violet Tactics
Gladiator Interlude Part I - Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam
Gladiator Interlude Part II - Alea Iacta Est
Part IX - Laissez les bons temps rouler.
Ronan Intro - Order to the Chaos
Annihilators Interlude - Praetoria Protestas
Chapter IV - A Grasping Truth
Gamora Intro - The Sharpest Lives
Sersi Intro - Life Of The Party
Wolverine Interlude Part I - Black Sheep
Brand Interlude Part I - Some Kind Of Nature
Part II - Dwelling of the Ancient Gods
Brand Interlude Part II - Take Me To War
Wolverine Interlude II - Lies I tell Myself
Cyclops Interlude - A transmission from space
Brand Interlude Part II - To Kill A Mockingbird
Parts III + - Coming soon!
We did this event a few months ago, but with all the fun I'm having making lists (and RAX's relevance to MATM), I wanted to compile this. Enjoy!
Alpha - Jesus of Suburbia
Part I - Wake up to the truth.
Part II - To Contradict Mr. Quire
Part III - Quire’s Notes: THE HELLIONS.
Part IV - All-New, All-Different.
Pixie Interlude - What a wonderful day!
Part V - Infection at the Mansion
Part VI - The Kid's Aren't Alright
Part VII - Casualties and Woes of the Revolution.
Part VIII - Moving Right Along
Part IX - A Lesson In The Gifts of Mutation.
Part X - Stages of the New Order: Isolation of A Target.
Cuckoos Interlude - To Be A Cuckoo
Delta - Give Me Novacaine
Part I - The New Order of Omega.
Part II - American Beauty/American Psycho
Jubilee Interlude - Party time!
Part V - EVERYBODY KEEP CALM!!!
Omega - Homecoming
Part I - Not Enough Processing Power
Enjoy! The sequel event is Murder at the Mansion, an Emma/Tessa event
Hello all,
there was a lot of negative feedback given for the new claims post. first, thank you for expressing it, we will work towards finding a new solution for claims that puts more of the onus on us, the mods. that post will remain the new claims post, but it will not be replaced in a month. a few notes:
If you are comfortable, please make your post history public. If you’d like your account to be private, that is your choice and we respect it, but for those who are comfortable, it makes verifying claims far earlier.
If you know you are leaving, please try to delete your claim comments
We will go through the claims once a month and remove the inactive people, so don’t be afraid to check every now and again to see if characters you like have become free
be safe, my darling children, and remember that you are beautiful inside and out <3
I figured that, with the excitement around the current arc, it would be nice to start the masterlist of posts early! I will try to keep this updated as much as possible as posts continue to be made, but you'll forgive me if one is not added promptly. For the lead-up to this event, go to Riot at Xavier's, a Hellions event. I will also soon do the same for the ongoing Annihilators event over at r/AvengersTowerNY. Anyway, enjoy! Poster by u/knowhowthatfeels :)
Day ??? - Born This Way
Prologue I - Madame LeFarge’s Academy of the Elite, Switzerland
Prologue II - The Consequences of Drug Abuse
Prologue III - the flowers that bloom tomorrow are the seeds planted today
Prologue IV - losing my religion
Prologue V - Visiting a Special Someone
Day 1 - Mayhem
Part II - My weary parts, my rusty heart, recalls to mind of your hand in mine.
Day 2 - Joanne
Mystique Interlude - Don’t worry, my darlings. Headmistress Frost is still here.
Part II - i made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding
Phoenix Interlude - Bring Me To Life
Day 3 - The Fame
Part I - Sage Interrogation: Monet St. Croix and Paige Guthrie.
Part II - Emma Frost is Dead, and her killer is Paige Guthrie
Part III - Ascendancy of the White King
Day 4 - Artpop
Part I - all my life i want money and power
Part II - Beware: Sage is a Vampire and about to run out of Blood!
Day 5 - The Fame Monster
Angel Interlude - Professor Worthington's Blood Drive
Silence.
Even as Dracula's Castle slows to a halt, the gears of the clock tower and the monsters fading away, Emma Frost knew she felt something. During her ascension to the top, she heard the whispers of a presence. A hint, one shown only to her, calling out to whoever heard the call of ether. So, she asked her pink-haired surrogate daughter for a lift, and found herself once again at the foot of the demonic manor.
Wonderful. Another plunge into the depths of blood.
She pushes open the doors and finds a giant wolf waiting for her, the same canine she tamed days earlier.
Hello, my love. You waited for me?
It, no, she wags her tail at Emma's words and trots up to her, nuzzling her and begging for pets. The White Queen has always had a weakness to animals, and she is more than happy to indulge the adorable but massive hound with a multitude of scratches behind the ear.
You're a very good girl, aren't you? Would you like to come with me?
The wolf stands on her hind legs and licks Emma's face, putting her paws on Emma's shoulders.
Alright, alright! It is certain, then. Do try to get along with Mindee and Ruby, alright?
She returns to the ground and woofs, panting happily with an exposed tongue. Emma brushes her neck and gestures forward, inviting the pooch to follow. She explores the derelict halls and finds a staircase downward, surely one she ignored because of a lack of relevance. One step, then two, and a few more lead her to an abandoned set of surprisingly technical halls, a stark contrast to the medieval décor found everywhere else. She hears a faint voice, the embers of a cry for help, come from within, and she knows why she was called down here.
Where is that...
She winds down a tight corridor, neon lights bathing her white cape in shades of red hues, and sees a set of window of iron bars. She approaches it with small, wary footsteps, psychically calling for any response. There is none. Perhaps that is what all of the technology is truly for, mutant suppression and containment. She steps in front of the bars and peers in, but what she sees was never something she would expect to find here.
You.
A message to all students, teachers, and residents of The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning
Darling students, staff, friends, and all in between,
As Pride Month draws to a close, I thought it prudent to take some time to reflect on the state of my mind. A lot has happened, and truly, times have changed.
Many of you are too young to remember a time before gay marriage. Obergefell v. Hodges was a landmark case in the protection and safety of queer people, and it is something that defines the freedom in our lives. This was a hard fought battle. I will not lecture, but the fight for queer rights has been raging for decades, with particular attention drawn to the Stonewall demonstrations off 1969. These are rights the ones before us fought for, and we best cherish them.
As a child, I often found myself frustrated in the presence of boys. They are not all bad, you my children are each wonderful, but there was a safety I felt around other girls that I never understood. It was not until college that I discovered my own sexuality, one best described as sapiosexual, attraction to supreme intelligence. It should be no surprise, then, that I have found myself beside the Mutant Supercomputer, a repository of all the world's information tucked into her brain. The freedom I feel, the safety, the acceptance, it cannot be denied.
It is of the utmost importance that you first prioritize your safety. In the walls of the mansion, you will never be judged for who you are, who you choose, or who you love, and any who try will face my wrath. Being yourself takes time, and it is not something that will immediately be easy. Nevertheless, I will always believe in you, my children, and I will always stand by you as you grow and change. You are all remarkable young souls, and I am honored to be your headmistress.
With eternal love,
Emma Frost
For the children.
Hey y'all, hope you enjoyed reading the culmination of the Dracula storyline! We had a lot of fun writing it, but as it can get confusing to follow, especially in the future, I think it would be nice to have a list of every post in order. So, here it is!
Prologue I - The Morning of Emma Frost and Tessa Karisik
Prologue II - 2 Minutes to Midnight
Part II - Nocturne in the Moonlight
Part V - You’ve Got Another Thing Comin’
Part VII - Vlad’s Captive Audience
Part VIII - Blood Relations of Heaven and Earth
X-Force Interlude Part I - One Night of Fire
X-Force Interlude Part II - Symphony of Destruction
Epilogue I - Ghost of the Navigator
Epilogue II - Turn Off The Lights
Enjoy!
As Dracula withers away, the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club opens her eyes, finally free of the dark shadows of the night. Emma picks her up and carries her to the throne, setting her down and taking a seat.
This is comfortable. I can see how he spends days at a time just posturing from here.
"What a sad life that must be," Tessa squeaks out, her voice frail and light, as though any more words would break her into pieces.
Indeed. Now, let's just take a well-earned rest, shall we?
She smiles at her partner's weak nods and puts her hand to fingers to her temple.
X-Force, I am finished. Their forces should be retreating back into the shadows. Do come pick me up from the top of this dreadful castle, but don't feel like you need to rush. I'd like to spend just a bit more time alone with Sage.
Weakened by the blast of all his energy, the Dark Lord stands shaking in the center of his destroyed throne room. Emma limps towards him with her blade drawn, placing her hand on his shoulder.
We could've done great things, Vlad. But what is a man if not a miserable pile of secrets and jealousy.
She drives the sword straight through his heart with a primal roar of might and lets go, watching his body fall over and crumple at her feet. He curls like balled paper, used tin-foil, a spine crushed under the weight of a fallen nation.
Goodbye, Dracula. No tears will be shed for you.
Bloody, bruised, and diamond, the White Crusader faces the Dark Lord of Shadows, estoc in one hand and whip in the other. The curtains will soon close as she claims his head as a trophy. But it will not be easy. There is a reason Dracula has terrorized for centuries, and she is only one woman. One light in eras of darkness, one glimmer in the shadows, one hope to snuff out twilight before it can awaken. He hurt the wrong queen.
Vlad Țepeș, Vlad III, Vlad the Impaler, Lord of the Undead, Dracula. Your plans have failed dramatically. My X-Men push your forces back further by the second, the pawn you made of my partner has returned to my side, and your foolish ambitions for my hand in unholy matrimony have burned like the sunlight. Did you honestly believe that hurting my children, my home, my partner, would grant you anything other than scorn?
She stops her heel and cracks her whip.
Men are truly a plague, especially ones with power like you. Your ambitions are your undoing, little Vlad. This is your final hour.
She raises her sword at him and takes a heavy breath.
I tire of waiting for you. Let us finish this.
As the White Crusader enters the throne room, the head of Dracula’s Castle, she is horrified to find her Black Queen resting on the Dark Lord’s arm, blood dripping from her elongated canines. She licks her lips as she looks at Emma, the love of a kind woman absent, replaced with the eyes of a predator.
You… What have you done, Dracula!? What is the meaning of this!?
She draws her whip and drags it along the ground, her eyes locked with the new vampiress.
Little Mouse… what has he done with you?