1. Make a list of things you do in preparation of a special occasion:

- intel
- reconnaissance
- strategic planning
- preparing weapons
- preparing soldiers
- having a drink!



5. Make a list of ways you've helped someone mutants:

- Brussels
- That Starbucks!
- Kansas City
- Maracaibo
- Arequipa
- Osaka
- Phnom Penh
- George Town
- Canterbury
- Vancouver
- Johannesburg
- London
- Fes
- San Fransico
- New York
- Mexico City
- just to name a very few. More to add soon.

ooc: notbyalongshot used with permission!


"I don't see why this is so important."

The blond, shaggy haired mutant, with his right eye aglow, stood lazily against the wall, arms crossed. He puffed up a bit of air, trying to get the stay lock away from hanging in his face.

Longshot continued, unimpressed, "He's not one of us. Not any more."

Toad was busy, four digits moving fast over the keyboard. "He is," Toad insisted. "And he's the best one to do that job."

Longshot snorted. "Anyone could do that job, with me there."

Toad croaked out laughter. "You do make things easier, mate." But he shook his head. "Pyro. We need Pyro to pull this off."

"And you miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiss him," Longshot jabbed teasingly, though he rolled his eyes. "I thought he was the fag."

Toad stopped what he was doing, and put a hand over his heart. "Ours," he started dramatically, "is a Bromance for the ages."

They both burst out into laughter.

"Plus," Longshot added, "you need him to pull this off."

Toad nodded. "Plus, I need him to pull this off," Toad agreed with a wicked grin.

Longshot pushed off the wall, walked over up behind the green mutant, and peered over his shoulder. "And just how are you going to get him? He doesn't like you. You did almost kill him,"Longhot pointed out. His face contorted into a sneer. "After he betrayed you."

Toad waved his hand absently. "Bridge under the water!" he exclaimed cheerfully. He did a couple quick clicks, and a series of photographs started to flip across the screen. Places. And people. Mostly people. It slowed a little right towards the end, and there were photographs of grubby teens, a very buff male, a couple different blond girls, a brunette with a child, a red head chick, a brother and sister with raven-hair, and then, finally...

"That," Toad said triumphantly, "is how we're going to get to Pyro."

The picture was of a young blond male, standing in front of a classroom wearing a goofy tie. He was obviously talking animatedly over whatever it was he was teaching the class- his hands were frozen in a mid-air gestures and there was a wide, cheerful smile across his face.

Longshot continued to look unimpressed. "Why not the other one?"

"The sister," Toad said. His eyes glossed over with lust and admiration. "She's a killer." He shook it off, and nodded firmly. "Nope, he's the way. The love of Pyro's life. The one that," Toad said, voice turning rough and angry, "that got him away in the first place."

Longshot shrugged. "So, how're we going to do it? Framing, maiming, kidnapping, or," an evil grin crossed his handsome features, "murder?"

"YES!" Toad said with loud, vague enthusiasm.

They both laughed.

My mun tried to retire me, the slag! But you can't keep a good mutant down, I says!


I'm here, Reboot style, just like Spock. Only my ears aren't pointy! But I'm all for living long and prospering. I rock the hand sign thingy too, you know.


(Also, did you see that scene with the green chick? HOT. Hot, I tell you. So lovely, all the green skin. Mmmmm.)


So, yeah, I'm out of retirement and back. Bigger, better, and greener then ever.




[Mun notes: Toad is around for my own plots/purposes, not to step on any toes. You don't want him bugging you, you just let me know, and he'll keep quiet in regards to your muse. Probably. Also, I know there's other Brotherhood plots going on, but since I've been working on this one (albiet, very very slowly, and I forgot to mention I brought Toad out of retirement, though he's been showing up on John's/JP's journals), I'm just going to continue, and it's not connected to anything else other then, well, this. :) Feel free to ignore it/handwave/whatever you need to do. It is not binding to any muse other then Pyro, unless you want it to be. :) I'm open to communication on that!]

The time has come to "retire" this muse.


Now, don't get me wrong... Toad has a tendency to pop up in the most unwanted places at the most inconvenient times. (Just ask Jean-Paul Beaubier.) And he might do that, from time to time, if he so feels like it.


But, basically? The mun is dropping him from any commitment communities and will not be playing out a plot with him any longer.


Let's just say he goes on being his wickedly slimy evil Brotherhood bad guy minion self, while having a wonderfully twisted relationship with one Miss Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins - aka Anya Luv or strngly_literal (I'm sending you a million and one hugs and kisses, Anya!mun. Thank you so much for playing with my green dude. Playing out the Toad/Anya relationship has been a BLAST. ♥)

And, of course, he'll always hold Aurora close to his, um, heart. ;)


And many thanks to everyone else who interacted with and/or supported this muse. Some of you have been great and I heart you for it. :D


Toodles, mates!

Let me tell you what I want!

I want my ANYA LUV.

And I have her, I do!

But there are many ways I want her.

I want her happy. I want her loved and cared for. I want her angry and with a paddle! I want her in a little pink teddy lingerie. I want her stark naked wearing nothing but a whip cream bikini. I want her to approve a Anya/Toad/Aurora threesome, where I'm in the middle - I'm the meat! I want her all cute and cozy and cuddling while we watch television. I want her to want me. I want her to luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuve me. I want to watch her rip out the intenstines of some cheating low life bastard.

But always, aaaaaaalways... I want her with me! Always! And we'll figure out just how that'll go - white picket fences or big open lofts or a hidden little bungleow or whatever the bloody hell we want! It'll be bloody amazing, is what it is! Anya luv, with me! Just as I want. :D

It's a mutual want, I'm confident of. Maybe not the threesome thing, but we shall see!

It took a long time before Mortimer Toynbee realized that something could be worthwhile.

A runaway from the orphanage at the tender age of nine, life on the streets was mean and harsh and cruel. Especially to a young boy with green skin, four fingered hands, and knobbly knees.

And then the mutant powers developed, making all of that make sense... but it didn't seem worthwhile. Things were still mean and harsh and cruel... humans were mean and harsh and cruel.

Mutants were worthless. Lower then low. The scum of the earth. Not at all worthwhile for anything. That's what he learned when he was young.

It was only when Mortimer Toynbee - Toad - joined the Brotherhood that anything started to mean anything. Magneto showed him. Magneto taught him the way. Taught him that things could be worthwhile - and were. For the Cause.

The destruction he causes. The illegal activities he performs. The lives he takes.

It all means something.

It's all worthwhile.

And so is Toad.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

He can't.

Not anymore.


Toad / Mortimer Toynbee
X-Men
185 words

The little boy with the mute-green skin sat at the end of the table. There was a new kid there now, little and tiny, like the rest of them, but younger.

Mortimer never paid much attention to the other orphans, he'd much rather spend time by himself rather then put up with them, but he knew this kid was new. He knew because this one wouldn't stop staring at him. It isn't anything out of the ordinary, because Mortimer is used to being seen that way - out of the ordinary. Different. Green. A freak.

Mortimer tries his best to continue on eating his meager meal, head ducked down, spooning the watery oatmeal into his mouth. He glances up briefly every ones in a while, never making eye contact with the kid, but just enough to know he's being watched.

Finally, he looks the kid right in the eye. The other little boy freezes in spot, spoon half way up to his mouth.

Mortimer hisses, low and scary, "Stop. Staring. At. Me.

The spoon clatters to the table, little bits of oatmeal flying everywhere. The boys stands up so quickly his chair flies backwards, and he goes off running to one of the orphanage workers.

Mortimer chuckles to himself.

If you can't join them, may as well scare them the heck away.

Before

All the other little orphans were outside, so the playroom of the orphanage was empty.

Save for one little boy. Little freak, the others called him.

Mortimer Toynbee sat in the middle of the circled carpet. He leaned back lazily, propped up with his hands, and his four-toed foot (albeit, in a sock) pushed at a little toy dump truck.

He liked these quiet times, when the other kids were outside or otherwise occupied. It's when he got some rest, when he wasn't all shy or scared or taunted or abused. He felt more like himself, when he didn't have to worry about it. He felt like he could be himself, without them there.

These times were far and few in between. He knew he didn't belong here. And he knew why.

He glanced up at the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. It was decorated to fit in a child's playroom, with what were supposed to be bright coloured polk-a-dots, but they were fading now. Even the glass itself seemed faded, not real glass but something else that was able to reflect yourself back at you. Full of scratches, too.

But it was enough. Enough to see himself.

Mortimer crawled across the floor, then sat crouched in front of the mirror. Knobbly knees and deformed limbs helped him sit better this way. It was how he was most comfortable, and it never escaped the attention of anyone else.

He tilted his head to the side as he looked at himself, his muddy brown eyes sweeping over the reflection.

Green skin. He had this green skin that none of the others had. He didn't know why. He rather liked it, but no one else did.

( more past, present, and future )



( ooc note )

Once in a while, me and Anya will fight over who has done the most horrific, evilest deeds!

We have to go on a week by week basis, you see. She's a vengeance demon, and has been around for quite some time, my lovely lady has. Over a thousand years! I know that, overall, she has me beat, hands down!

But that doesn't mean that my badness isn't bad too! I mean, I've done some stuff in my time. Bad stuff! Evil, villainous stuff. I AM a villain after all. I can be bad! And I haveeeeeeevil weeks too!

And so we "fight" over who gets the Bad Crown for the week and sometimes she's queen and sometimes I'm king and when she's queen she sometimes makes me crawl on all fours and kiss her feet and then there's whips and chains and...

...

Mmmmm. Where was I? OH RIGHT. The fighting part that paves the way to the fun servitude stuff! Now THAT'S fun too. It gets loud and violent and there's throwing stuff and being pushed and slapped around and ...

...

Mmmmm.

I don't mind fighting over who is the most evil at all. Not at all. Fighting with Anya is fun!

"Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary." John Keating Dead Poets Society


Magneto used to say that to me a lot. "Seize the day!" and I would add, "By the throat!" and he would laugh. Because it's funny, only not in a joking way. In a true blue sort of way! (I wish that green rhymed with true because things are so much truer in green then in blue, mates. No jokes with that one! Alas, no fun rhyming games with that for me.)

Anywho... That's exactly the way it's done here in the Brotherhood. It isn't some sort of touchy-feeling, "Okay, now, boys and girls, do the best that you can!" sort of mentality. It's a, "We're the best, so let's show them all!" one.

Because we ARE the best. We know it, and you know it, everybody knows it so let's just all admit it now, okay?

I've seized the day plenty of times. It usually involves neck-cracking! Like that time that guard tried to shoot Pyro (oh, wait, John, bah!) and he did end up shooting him but I stopped him from shooting him dead by grabbing him by the neck with my tongue and SNAP. And that other guard at the Sentinel Factory SNAP. And then there were those bloody Friends of Humanity guys SNAP SNAP SNAP. And theWeaponX guys SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP. AND there was that girl that I used to lure John SNAP. And those two spy guys last week SNAP SNAP.

I take seizing the day by the throat quite literally. It's the best way to do it! Very effective. You feel the crunch and hear the snap and you think to myself, "Well, Self, that day has been seized."

I bloody love being Brotherhood.

Prompt: Discuss someone you had feelings for who was either out of reach (such as a celebrity) or fictional.



Out of reach? Out of reach! There is no such thing when a studmuffin like me is trying to woo a woman! I could get any of the fine ladies I wanted, I'm sure of it. I KNOW IT. They couldn't resist the charms of Toad!

I mean... sure, I mean, I realize that in the 90s Pamala Anderson was very busy trying to get her acting career off the ground so I just didn't bother her so that the lovely could work on that! I'm sure it took a lot of focus learning lines for Baywatch, you know!

And I decided the Julia Robert's laugh was just a little too annoying to put up with anyway.

Britney Spear may be a craaaaaazy girl and that could be fun but I'm not going to mess up a young mother's attempts to straighten up her life and get things right with her children!

And Professor McGonagall isn't even real so I don't know why this question is asking about fictional characters. Why would I even try to act on feelings for a fictional character. That's just CRAZY. Crazy in a crazy way, and maybe I'm crazy but I'm sure not crazy crazy!!


However. NONE of those lovely ladies matter, especially since I have the loveliest lady of them all... My Anya Luv! She is everything and everything I could possibly want, so I don't even have any of those kinda of feelings for stupid celebrity women anyway! She's the star of my life! Front and center and should be making millions and millions of dollars and maybe nudie calenders too. She'd make a lovely nudie calender, she is so very visually stimulating!

Prompt: Inspired from the movie title The Lost Boys.


The fire in the metal garbage can burned bright, though it stunk rancid of the garbage that was burning in it. Still, it was warming on this cold fall night and for a mutant living on the streets, there weren't a lot of other choices.

Sixteen year old Mortimer Toynbee stood by the can. He'd prefer to be squatting down, as it was the most comfortable position for him, though he had no problem standing up straight in the least - and it was the best way to hold his fingerless-gloved hands over the fire.

The area he was in was a bit of a dangerous one, though Morty didn't feel out of place here - at his young age, he already knew how dangerous he could be. But it was a mixed area, both human and mutant homeless people gathered here. He hated the humans, the way even the poor street-living ones with no home or money or respect or dignity, looked down on him. They had no excuse for it, really, they could live in society just fine if they would find themselves a bloody job - Morty would be turned down in a second flat for trying, his green skin and oddly shaped limbs a dead give-away of being homo superior. Humans, even the ones on the lowest rung on society, were despicable.

( A very large, broad man walked over to the can, and held his hands over the fire too. At a closer inspection, Morty could see the youthfulness of his face, and he realized this person couldn't be much older then him. )

Prompt: Are you more comfortable when a relationship you're in progresses quickly or slowly?



I like a relationship that moves FAST. Because then you get to the sex faster!!

I would say I'm quite comfortable with that, yes.

Seriously, though... wait, my previous statement WAS serious... Anyway! I don't mind relationships moving fast at all. I'm a fidgety kind of guy, I can't just sit around and wait for the woman to come around and decide if she likes me or not! It needs to be instant! Passionate! Connection, baby, and it really can happen fast!

That's what happened with me and my Anya luv. One day it was all, "Hi, I'm Toad and I'm green and I think you're HOT" - which is totally the way to woo women, you know. Except not everyone can be green and awesome like me! - and the next day it was all, "WE ARE BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND YAY!"

Only, less like high school because we had really great and kinky sex.

Believe me, high school students wouldn't have had the experience to pull THAT off. :D

Well, that one is easy. With anger! No, really, it so helps deal with issues!! Work through the anger!!

There's a lot of different ways to do this. Yelling, for one. Smashing things is another. And robbing banks! Oooo, I was mad when Mike took my money, so I took some back! I also have a tendency to blow things up when I'm pissed at something. I mean, that whole human issue is such a pain in the ass, blowing up stuff is a good way of dealing with that!

That's how Pyro (John now, bah!) and Mike and I dealt with Sentinel issues last year. We blew up one of their factories, and stole some information, and that was a blast! And I dealt with that guard-with-a-gun issue by snapping his neck. It was great! And then we BLEW UP THE PLACE. Hurrah for explosions and dealing with issues!!

I will also sometimes do some yoga, to reach an inner zen. That's very important, you know.

What are you talking about??? Why do these questions always... question our relationships!! I mean, come on, some of us have bloody good relationships! We don't need to bring up bollocks like this. Especially if our relationships are AWESOME and don't have any issues!

My girlfriend, the absolutely fabulous, delectable, visually stimulating Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins, approves of me in EVERY single way!! There aren't any habits of mine she doesn't approve of! She doesn't mind that I leave my strategic plans and papers lying all over the kitchen after an all-nighter of crime planning! She doesn't mind that I sometimes practice using my adhesive spit in the living room - I will have you know, it holds up pictures really well! And she doesn't even mind that I leave the wrappers for my chocolate covered bugs all over the apartment!!

She loves me, habits and all!!!


Okay, so I left the toilet seat up one too many times. The other day, in the middle of the night, she got up to use the loo and her cute little bum fell right in! She was more than a little pissed off at that, and I'm still paying for it. Thankfully, the punishment involves handcuffs and whips, and I totally don't mind!!

Are there things I would do over? OF COURSE there are things I would do over. There are many great things I have done that I would like to do again.


Top of my list? My girlfriend. OH I WILL DO HER next time I see her. OVER and OVER. But more about that at couples_therapy!!

I would also join the Brotherhood over – oh, wait. I am STILL with the Brotherhood – leading them even! I don’t have to worry about doing that one over…

I would totally do what I did to Pyro over again. In fact, I should see if I have any of that potion still in stalk… What am I saying?? Anya owns a MAGIC SHOP? Okay, so I used some of her contacts the first time around… Meh, whatever, the kid is so not worth my time anymore.

What else would I do over? OH! That time that I did that thing down in Brazil with those bugs and the whiskey and the shotgun? I would TOTALLY do that again!!! HAHAHAAA….

Blowing up Starbucks. Stealing from those banks. Recruiting [insert name here], heh, that’s awesome. Saving Longshot from the Island. Killing those WeaponX guys… YEP. All things I would do over. And there is lots more stuff… and I’m sure there are lots of simple things I’ll do over again too. Like go to that awesome strip club in Mexico! If my girlfriend lets me… OH MAYBE SHE’LL COME WITH ME. That’s hot.

I would totally do over that one time we all went to Disney. That was fun! And there was this kid who asked me if I was Kermit and I said no but I was his cousin and he said I was the coolest guy ever… that was awesome! Even if it was some stupid human kid. At least I didn’t blow up the It’s A Small World After All ride… all those friggin singing dolls! THAT is a part of the Disney trip I would change… not hitting every single one of them with my tongue!!! And breaking them! Worst ten minutes of my life and OMG IT’S IN MY HEAD NOW.


Bloody hell. I should redo this prompt over so that it’s not in my head!!!

Patient Name: Toad!
Fandom: X-Men
Partner: strngly_literal (Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins)
Prompt: 19.2 - My partner will always understand...


My partner will always understand that I...


Am a BAD GUY. And she loves me for it!

She doesn't care that I snap humans necks with my tongue!! She doesn't care that blew up a Starbucks that refused to serve me coffee!! In fact, I'm pretty darn sure she thought it was HOT. Because I AM hot. I'm a Bad Guy! We're always ridiculously handsome!!!

She doesn't care that I tried to kill my EX best friend after he betrayed me. Hell, she's a vengeance demon, for crying out loud. She was probably PROUD of me for trying to take out that little worm.

And I KNOW she doesn't mind that I've been robbing banks recently! I mean, a terrorist has to make money too! We can't always be in it for the kicks of blowing up buildings!!



Basically, my partner understands me. Because she is AWESOME. And she loves me for me!! A BAD GUY.

What? NO WAY!

I'm not showing anyone where I live. Because if I do that, you bloody goody-goodies will come and track me down and throw me intoWEAPONX... AGAIN... and I will not let that happen. I will not. No sirree-bob!

I don't have a specific home, anyway. I am a wanderer. Nomadic. Transient. I live anywhere and everywhere that I please. I got where I'm needed, and I go where I need to go. It's always been that way, ever since I was 9 years old and left that god-awful orphanage. And there is NOTHING any of you can do about that.

My home is this world - this world full of its anti-mutant sentiment and it's hate and crime towards my kind. But we all know that I am going to make it BETTER and I will make it so that people like ME can have loving and stable homes. When that day comes - and it WILL - I will show you my home.

[super-duper locked to Anya]


For the time being, I will come and visit your home! Yay!

ooc: Oh, man. I am so so sorry. :D



Oh my god. Oh. My. God. OH MY GOD! I am bloody FANTASTIC!


My lady love, Anya luv, and I have been REUNITED! After having not had any contact for months due to that whole BEING IN AN EXPERIMENTAL FACILITY thing, and as well as hiding out being in Full Recruitment Mode right now.

But, she's back! I'm back. WE are BACK and we're as wonderfully delicious as always.


Speaking of delicious, she got me some very lovely Virtual Gifts for my profile page and let me tell you! I am going to return the kindness in full when I next see her! I'll buy her a DOZEN real red roses! And then I'm going to buy a real can of whipping cream and put a lovely little cloud of whipping cream on each of her toes and lick it off - with my TONGUE. And then I am going to have a real bottle of champaign and drizzle it over her belly and lick it off with my tongue.

And then we'll have lots of sex!



Oh, yeah. I'm doing good. Please excuse me while I go to my room.


♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Can't wait to see you next, Anya luv!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

So, I joined a therapy comm! I sure did!! WHAT? All the cool kids are doing it! EXCEPT I'M NOT COPYING YOU, SALLY! OTHER PEOPLE ARE DOING IT TOO!!!! Brat.

Anyway, here is my awesome introduction to the comm, and the following is my first prompt response!


Prompt 1.3 (Mommy Issues) & Prompt 1.4 (Daddy Issues) for on_thecouch


Well, see, this topic I don't think really applies to me. I don't have Mummy OR Daddy issues… because I never had a Mummy or a Daddy!

You see, I was dropped off at an orphanage in London when I was but a wee little baby, only a couple months old. Seems my folks (or maybe just my ma?) couldn't deal with having a bouncing baby boy with green skin and four digits on each hand.

My parents were obviously anti-mutant. Not that you even know that a child is a mutant when they're first born, maybe I just had funny skin. Did they ever think about that? Did they? NO. No they did not, they just decided to bail and dump me, just because I was different.

Humans.

Sure, the kids were cruel and the care-givers uncaring (obviously lacking in the skill set for their profession) and I took off from the orphanage at the tender age of nine, but you know what? I'm a better man for it! I learned that you need to look out for yourself, that you make your own family, and that it's not the blood that counts but that extra special genetic code that does, and that you fight back against those who would try to kick you down.

See? Obviously, no issues whatsoever!

This therapy thing is easy!