#--UXBLUE || anarchy

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

@nachtsoklein

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒

↪    ─ NEW MUTANTS MAGNETO: “Gods abandon people who believe in them. Mutants do not.”  ||  #--NEW-M || new blood

↪    ─ 90′s MAGNETO: “She always did say I would bring violence to her.”  ||  #--90s || agenda m

↪    ─ MAGNETO 2014 (BUNN ERA): “Only my actions ... what I do in the name of all mutants ... hold any real meaning. .[...] The past often plots the course of one’s future.”  ||  #--2014 || exodus

↪    ─ CYCLOP’S UTOPIA/MUTANT REVOLUTION/CHILDREN’S CRUSADE: “Which is why I think it’s time you boys met your grandfather, MAGNETO.”  ||  #--UTOPIA || appeasement

↪    ─ UNCANNY X-MEN (2016)/X-MEN BLUE: “They have forgotten ... I have forgotten ... who I am.”  || #--UXBLUE || anarchy

↪    ─ KRAKOA (heavily divergent): “Broken metal with sharp edges ... Whatever will I do with that? [...]”  ||  #--KRAKOA || paradise

↪    ─ ARRAKO: “I thought Arrako frowned on weakness...” || #--ARRAKO || red planet

↪    ─ ‘97 Animation Magneto: “Oh, to play by the rules and still they come for you.” ||  #--series || old testament

↪    You can find a load of alternate storylines, possible plots or RP Events here:

 ─  Alternate RP Verses

    Though these are main eras listed, these are the ones I have actively RPed before and I am also willing to RP any other as well as specific alternate universes.

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

Eras

─ ‘97 Animation Magneto: “Oh, to play by the rules and still they come for you.” ||  #--series || old testament

     ─ 90′s MAGNETO: “She always did say I would bring violence to her.”  ||  #--90s || agenda m

   ─ MAGNETO 2014 (BUNN ERA): “Only my actions ... what I do in the name of all mutants ... hold any real meaning. .[...] The past often plots the course of one’s future.”  ||  #--2014 || exodus

    ─ CYCLOP’S UTOPIA/MUTANT REVOLUTION/CHILDREN’S CRUSADE: “Which is why I think it’s time you boys met your grandfather, MAGNETO.”  ||  #--UTOPIA || appeasement

   ─ UNCANNY X-MEN (2016)/X-MEN BLUE: “They have forgotten ... I have forgotten ... who I am.”  || #--UXBLUE || anarchy

   ─ KRAKOA (heavily divergent): “Broken metal with sharp edges ... Whatever will I do with that? [...]”  ||  #--KRAKOA || paradise

    ─ ARRAKO: “I thought Arrako frowned on weakness...” || #--ARRAKO || red planet

You can find a load of alternate storylines, possible plots or RP Events here:

 ─  Alternate RP Verses

    Though these are main eras listed, these are the ones I have actively RPed before and I am also willing to RP any other as well as specific alternate universes.

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

--UXBLUE || anarchy -- Music to listen to

THE WILDFIRE, SUFFOCATION THE FOREST. "KILLING ME," he repeats, his voice a gravelly rasp over the drumming of rain, "a quaint solution, no? It would be like attempting to extinguish a wildfire with a single, sputtering match."

Metal debris around the parking lot – a crumpled car fender, a twisted parking sign – twitches and churns, responding to his silent call. The master of magnetism prowls through the dark of the raining, thunder-clad depths-- an ominous shadow unseen between debris and cars.

He does not step out of the shadows, a figure of steely resolve against the backdrop of flickering neon signs. The rain lashes at him, mingling with the sparks spitting from the overflowing gutters like tears of a tormented city. Thunder rumbles in the distance, a low, angry growl that echoes the tempest brewing within him.

"We are the storm, the inevitable tide to drown the old world so ours may rise. Eradicate me, and a thousand more will rise in my place."

He was a dog-- Logan, a loyal one perhaps, but a dog nonetheless. Magnus saw him follow a scent, a perceived threat, without understanding the root of the problem-- following the wrong trail. His face was a calm scowl, eyes crackling with thunder as the red and flickering magneta neon lights tinge his silhouette-- the master of magnetism's scent was heavy in the air, like Logan had stepped into claimed territory.

"Kill me and make me a martyr, who will guard the last of the Genosha mutants? Who will be the behemoth in the path of genocide? Will it be the X-Men who take the sins of this bitter blood and wine upon them? Hardly..."

"You have forgotten the real enemy."

-- @snkts ||

"Killing me will not help. You should know that already."

“‘S what you think.” He snorts. One set of claws comes out, then the other. Yeah, sure. He knows this isn’t going to be a fight in his favour. It’s going to hurt. He probably won't win. But that's not the point. The point is, Logan’s pissed. He’s fed up. Not that that’s anything new, but it’s worth noting. 

“But hey, you're the smart one.” The sarcasm in his voice is thick. “You think you know better, you got three seconds to convince me. … Two.”

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

Genosha Pride

old RP snippet from an event of Pride in Genosha

𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 that bloom. ***They wilt.***

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭. Nothing is supposed to grow from the **bloodied feet** that *cross the green grass turned crimson*. **They take root**. *They still grow*. `The garden grows as it fights.` That is what its own rebirth calls forth. The garden learns to grow from the drowning blood. **The garden does not grow red.** The sacrifice still lets it grow from the muddied ground to the mid-day skies 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 of the 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘄.

`𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 that bloom beyond death - despite it - do not wilt.`

The greenery along the sides of the skyscrapers let in sunlight through the gaps. On this day, 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑂𝑆𝐻𝐴 awakened to the light turning past their windows, like the shine of the sun reflects back a 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘄 from a mirror. Upon a look out their window, *dots have scattered across 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑂𝑆𝐻𝐴* that capture the sun’s bright shine and returns it in all colours created by nature. The dots have a **metallic shine**, soft petals that are almost transparent that open in the face of the sun to bring forth the form of a rose. 

𝕄𝔸𝔾ℕ𝔼𝕋𝕆 has **forged** from the depths of 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑂𝑆𝐻𝐴, from the pressure of tectonic plates moving along one another, an own metal of 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘄 colours. The **heavy metal** is *non-toxic, a naturally diamagnetic element with the lowest values of thermal conductivity among metals*. Naturally appearing ***BISMUTH*** has *very low radioactivity* - this specially forged one was missing the familiar touches of particles falling apart to spread the waves to the surroundings. The 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑚 could have held the waves at his fingertips. But the *snap of a finger* was all it took to re-arrange the ions, the electrons and protons to turn the **metal stable and safe**.

The world saw cameras and images blinded by 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘄 reflections. They see the gardens of 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑂𝑆𝐻𝐴 bloom with the force that the 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑚 controls. The world becomes a witness.

The **new island nation** does not just *illuminate the greenery*. Waterfalls down to the cliffs and sides of buildings turn 

`red`

`orange`

`yellow`

`green`

`blue`

`purple`

Above the skies, ***flags of 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑂𝑆𝐻𝐴*** are paired with the colours that break apart in the rain when the sunshine hits the water. Cheerful voices of mutants and their calls fill the streets. *Music and powers fly among the blue sky*. *All rubble has left* the surface of 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑂𝑆𝐻𝐴, made up the new foundation. Now, it is the ground on which **life and love** is celebrated.

*𝕄𝔸𝔾ℕ𝔼𝕋𝕆 has been different his whole life.* In all roles he has played, it was the 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 from which he himself learned to persevere against them only with the same sentiment. 𝑇𝑊: 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡 ||There used to be days where the ones of ‘𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻’ 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 were marked with pink.|| 𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙠 understood the pain. 

Understood the ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ sʏᴍʙᴏʟs ʜᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜɪs sᴋɪɴ. They are all hunted.

The 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑚 turned to the woman next to him, a human in the ranks of the pride. In Genosha, pride was different than just to humans.

**"**𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. They lived in ***fear***, **drowned in it**. Now, look at them. They hold so much hope and happiness - it is beyond capture. The world has tried to drag them through the maw of a wild beast. 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑂𝑆𝐻𝐴 is shining for the world. I see, however, **our persevering does not end with our temporary survival**.**"**

The *mutant master* had found himself returning to old patterns. What 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 he thought he could cast away in a white-lie paradise returns easily to the bones that remember each act of wrath even in dreams. 𝗔 𝘄𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿, waiting for the first acts that kill the Earth. True horror does not wait long as mutants **celebrate themselves loud and proud in the face of their enemies**. And 𝕄𝔸𝔾ℕ𝔼𝕋𝕆 held the eyes of those enemies wide open. They can watch the *peaceful persevering of pride* in all the colours of the 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘄 that sends the satellites blind.

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

"You're not gonna make this easy, are you?" (👋)

"Not particularly."

A quiet pause where the master of magnetism sways between snark and decorum. This was Spiderman. One Spiderman. Not the one he knows but perhaps he had lost track of them all. Magnus could feel his mind spin from what could only be described as time travel jet lag...

"I'm never one to make a possible enemy's task simple, though with what I know of Spiderman, you will manage, I am sure."

Perhaps he was being snarky and condescending. His mind was in pieces. Magneto stood tall amidst the ruins of a once bustling cityscape, his gaze piercing through the smog-choked air with an intensity that matched the crackle of energy swirling around him. The air crackles with latent energy. His suit was ripped to shreds, makeshift metal panels of ruins armor him. The X-Men had fished in the endless well of time travel. Or multiversal travel... He could not yet tell. Though that futuristic suit on the spider-man gleaming under the dim moonlight gave him a hint. And he was here. No matter how often it happened, it never felt more comfortable. More like...spitting him out of the depths of his conciousness.

Magneto regards the web-slinger with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. His eyes narrowing beneath the shadow of his ruined helmet. Magneto's brow arched in fake amusement.

"Easy is a relative term," he replied, his tone laced with a touch of enigmatic mystery. "But fear not—I might reconsider my sympathies should you choose to inform me of my whereabouts."

-- @iobartach ||

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒

(includes descriptions and tags of everything that is not the 'normal' 616 based lore and universe. All always available.)

↪     --MAGNETO 2099 || dominion

Charles and Moira came to him-- told him of the future, of timelines destroyed and failed. And he was not satisfied with that. He lost Genosha. Lost his children. No more. A temporal storm took apart the ruins of Genosha, only contained by Storm. As a result, Magneto and her found themselves teleported to Krakoa in 2099. He is the crusader. The protector. This island shall not fall as it travels the multiverse to harbour all mutants who seek a home ... and he shall find what he seeks.

↪    -- #—GOLDEN TRACKS || AU

In a world where Art Deco 1920s meets Mafia movie, families and mobs have taken over various parts of the grand city of New Genosha, Max "Magnus" Eisenhardt rules the steel and mechanical industry and created the first, consistent cross-country train system. The Acolytes, who have the regional radio under their whim, follow his lead.It took a revolution for them to get power and more powerful groups intent to get a piece. Former alliances and enemies quickly go out the window for new eras.

↪     -- ANARCHY X ||

-- Set During #--UXBLUE ||

What if there are no X-Men to stop Magneto? After Magneto’s third destruction of Genosha, mutantkind lies scattered across the world. The X-Men are nowhere to be found. Trash dumps are filled with mutant bodies, in whole city parts, mutants sleep an eternal sleep. 

Magneto destroys London on a grand scale to unearth the perpetrators behind the ruthless torture. Mutants become more and more riled up. With no place to go, their fear becomes rage. Humans believe Magneto gone after the London incident, but a team of unlikely and chaotic allies form.

↪     -- PARADISE GENOSHA ||

-- Alternate Storyline to #--UXBLUE || Continues AnarchyX

What if Krakoa!Magneto was already existent during this time? What if someone else took the mantle of the mutant fighter? A year after London’s destruction, Genosha rises from the sea. It is formed from metal and debris of humankind, a new home for mutants. Magneto wears a holy white. The X-Men have gone more or less rogue. Pride is celebrated and mutants allow themselves to live in safety and flourish. But something is afoot. Sharks don’t sleep.

↪     -- Mutantmen of the Apocalypse ||

-- Alternate Storyline to #--UTOPIA || Continues & Ends Paradise Genosha

#Mutantmen of the apocalypse (Formerly DC/Marvel Crossover Event)

What if the pest of death strikes, controlled into armies that take down all that lives upon Earth? All heroes unite to fight on their own fronts. But there are other forces interested in playing against death that offer a helping hand if one can stay alive long enough. (Black Lanterns or the Symbiotes invade Earth. Verse to play god to)

↪     -- TERRA X ||

-- Alternate Storyline to #--KRAKOA and includes #--ARRAKO ||

Earth and Sol is still a habitat of mutantkind. As much as humans seek to destroy it, or it seeks to destroy itself, a group of mutants has taken it as their task to take care of Mother Earth and the other planets of the solar system, the natural needs of Krakoa. (includes Planet-Size X-Men and Storyline of Magneto:Jupiter)

↪     -- DARK FANTASY || ↪     -- HOUSE OF THE DRAGON // GAME OF THRONES || ↪  --WILL BURN THE WORLD TO FORGET || OLD GUARD

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

"I know you'll do the right thing in the end." Wanda

-- @defyxoblivion ||

𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲. The glass corridors and walls of the facility in front of him shatter. Humans clad in white hang onto furniture and concrete, anything that would hide them from the wrath of the familiar danger. Within the storm, a 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨, stomping down into the split earth where the underlying labs had been laid bare.

Wanda speaks and the storm calms. Her father eyes her carefully. She hovers so close, close enough that if he were to open his fists, he could gently take her hands.

He is one so severely acquainted with decisions that weigh on 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨. For him, one always outweighs the other and it is difficult to tip it over, to make the decision count. He has been one to tamper with them - putting weights on the scales of decisions to right himself. 𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙠 knows he is one who walked away from the decision that outweighed the other, not in malice, but a pride that tells him it is still the right one.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲. One side has tipped over to scatter it to the ground for too many lives define the 'right thing'. 𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙤 defines what was right, despite others desperately wanting to remind him of the countless arguments.

"In the end, the right thing I choose, will never be the one you wish for. Your arguments have long lost its weight against all that has been lost because of a 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 in the face of 'the right decision', 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫."

Erik speaks softly, face turned to the ground. 𝗛𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. To make anything into a grave was no longer an arduous challenge. Those who are put beneath them with the flowers of their deeds, 𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙤 making sure they are reminded, haunt him.

“I have fought for amends, 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮, but they took it as mercy. My mercy is their strength. How many have died today because I have shown mercy in the past?”

𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙤 can no longer see beyond it.

𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙠 knows that mercy is what makes him different from the humans that have slaughtered endlessly, but it is slipping from his grasp. He has gutted it to the last bits.

Yet, his fist clenches to hold up the statue. Its colossus’ hand reaches for the pillars where humans in lab coats scream in despair.

The statue holds. A shadow towers over them, as they shiver in their last grasp. Deep breaths dare to hold in their lungs, the unease of the scale being weighed dawns on them.

It takes but the wave of a hand of 𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙤 to rip them to shreds in the moment of their hope that 𝗵𝗲, 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 ���𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

Short infos and psa 

MAX EISENHARDT, ERIK LENSHERR,   || MAGNETO ||.     

INDEPENDENT, MOSTLY SERIOUS, LITERATE   &   SELECTIVE ROLEPLAY BLOG BASED ON DIVERGENT EARTH-616 CANON (and 616 only),   NO MCU CONTENT PRESENT!. FOR MAGNETO ERAS SEE BELOW.  (CURRENTLY) PRIMARILY FOCUSES ON OWN AND CURRENT (Ewing) CHARACTERIZATION WITH HEAVY INFLUENCE FROM OLD RUNS (Depending on the era being RPed),   BUT OVERALL VERY HEAVILY CRITICAL OF MARVEL   &   THE WRITING THAT TYPICALLY FOCUSES AROUND MAGS.   WRITTEN BY FENNIA,   21+.   SHE / HER.

      ─ My Erik is more heavily based in his faith

      ─ Pietro, Wanda and Lorna are his children

|| ⸻  TAGS: .

─ #muse:magneto

─ #-- ask/prompts ||

─ #--GOD IS BRUTAL || AESTHETIC/EDITS

─ #--WHO WILL LISTEN || MUSIC

─ #--FEAR BREEDS RAGE || RP

─ #--HATE AS YOU BREATHE || HEADCANONS

─ #--MAGNETIC SEDUCTION || 18+ NSFW

─ #-- Alternate RP Verses ||

─ #-- mun art ||

|| ⸻  MAIN ERAS AND STORYLINES: .

    Short infos and psa My Magneto RP lives off of an overarching continuity, and anyone is welcome to request plotting to start lasting story lines that could be integrated into it or during the plotting process add their respective insight.

    Though these are main eras listed, these are the ones I have actively RPed before and I am also willing to RP any other as well as specific alternate eras.

    ─ ‘97 Animation Magneto: “Oh, to play by the rules and still they come for you.” ||  #--series || old testament

     ─ 90′s MAGNETO: “She always did say I would bring violence to her.” ||  #--90s || agenda m

   ─ MAGNETO 2014 (BUNN ERA): “Only my actions ... what I do in the name of all mutants ... hold any real meaning. .[...] The past often plots the course of one’s future.” ||  #--2014 || exodus

    ─ CYCLOP’S UTOPIA/MUTANT REVOLUTION/CHILDREN’S CRUSADE: “Which is why I think it’s time you boys met your grandfather, MAGNETO.” ||  #--UTOPIA || appeasement

   ─ UNCANNY X-MEN (2016)/X-MEN BLUE: “They have forgotten ... I have forgotten ... who I am.”  || #--UXBLUE || anarchy

   ─ KRAKOA (in ways heavily rewritten): “Broken metal with sharp edges ... Whatever will I do with that? [...]” ||  #--KRAKOA || paradise

    ─ ARRAKO: “I thought Arrako frowned on weakness...” || #--ARRAKO || red planet

You can find a load of alternate storylines, possible plots or RP Events here:

   ─  Alternate RP Verses

|| ⸻  RP PSA!! : . 

    ─ mutuals only.  21+.  

    ─ Heavy subject matter present including but not limited to: gore, pain, death, possible but rare implications of sexual content, Holocaust references

    ─ MCU/XMCU Content and certain comic runs (Trial of Magneto (2021)) will be ignored. I am highly critical of marvel and will voice my discontent openly with various decisions made in any context.

    ─ You show support for antisemitism, racism, homophobia or any of these within the MCU (i.g. Elizabxth Olsxn) or try to fight me over a character, I will report and block you.

    ─ Basic rp etiquette and common sense applies

    ─ I have certain mains for different characters and though your headcanon’s for them may be different, my RP will be based on them.

    ─ I have a busy real life and will reply very slow. That does not mean I have forgotten or dropped our interactions in any way! 

     ─ Character and RP are canon-based but heavily influenced by years upon years of RP, developed headcanons and the people I interact with. RP can include non-canon and therefore very own story lines and own development as I do not always fully agree with writer’s work.

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[magnetic-regent-magneto]

-- Alternate RP Verses (RP-made or otherwise)

These are alternate story lines that developed over the course of my long RP life. Some of them were events, others were only planned and some were dropped. But I still hold them very dear and am open to it if anyone wanted to RP in these story lines! They are listed in chronological order.

-- Golden Tracks AU ||

-- #—GOLDEN TRACKS || AU

-- Anarchy X ||

-- Set During #--UXBLUE ||

What if there are no X-Men to stop Magneto and Mutants are prosecuted with no fear of the consequences? After Magneto’s third destruction of Genosha, mutantkind lies scattered across the world. The X-Men are nowhere to be found. Trash dumps are filled with mutant bodies, in whole city parts, mutants sleep an eternal sleep. 

Magneto destroys London on a grand scale to unearth the perpetrators behind the ruthless torture. Mutants become more and more riled up. With no place to go, their fear becomes rage. Humans believe Magneto gone after the London incident, but a team of unlikely and chaotic allies form.

-- Paradise Genosha ||

-- Alternate Storyline to #--UXBLUE || Continues AnarchyX

What if Krakoa!Magneto was already existent during this time? What if someone else took the mantle of the mutant fighter? A year after London’s destruction, Genosha rises from the sea. It is formed from metal and debris of humankind, a new home for mutants. Magneto wears a holy white. The X-Men have gone more or less rogue. Pride is celebrated and mutants allow themselves to live in safety and flourish. But something is afoot. Sharks don’t sleep.

-- Mutantmen of the Apocalypse ||

-- Alternate Storyline to #--UTOPIA || Continues & Ends Saint Genosha

#Mutantmen of the apocalypse (Formerly DC/Marvel Crossover Event)

What if the pest of death strikes, controlled into armies that take down all that lives upon Earth? All heroes unite to fight on their own fronts. But there are other forces interested in playing against death that offer a helping hand if one can stay alive long enough. (Black Lanterns or the Symbiotes invade Earth. Verse to play god to)

-- TERRA X ||

-- Alternate Storyline to #--KRAKOA and includes #--ARRAKO ||

Earth and Sol is still a habitat of mutantkind. As much as humans seek to destroy it, or it seeks to destroy itself, a group of mutants has taken it as their task to take care of Mother Earth and the other planets of the solar system, the natural needs of Krakoa. (includes Planet-Size X-Men and Storyline of Magneto:Jupiter)

- Apple of Krakoa  

(to be filled in)

-- DARK FANTASY ||

-- HOUSE OF THE DRAGON // GAME OF THRONES ||

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

--UXBLUE || anarchy -- Music to listen to

" EVER THE LOYAL HOUND, teeth bared to defend the scraps the humans leave behind. "

A flicker of contempt, a tempestuous sigh, and Erik's gaze, sharp as a winter's bite, cuts through the rain. Logan, the eternal child, playing at heroics in a world burning at its core. Erik calls it COMPLACENCY, a Prometheus chained to the rock of human ignorance. And the neon lights flicker.

The dam of his temper ... brittle and frail. And Magneto churns with silent fury.

" You, and your precious X-Men ... a noble struggle, perhaps, in the eyes of a blind bard, but ultimately futile. He is a shepherd and you will be his sheep. But sheep are defenseless and need the dogs. And you can only be that for long... "

He turns, his silhouette a stark silhouette against the flickering neon, his eyes gleaming with a cold, metallic fire. Magneto is not walking, instead the mere ground beneath him seems to shift and move. The helmet casts a shadow over his face but Logan could discern the cuts and bruises on the face and broken metal on the helmet.

He pauses as he disappears back into the drenching rain. " You know what the humans hide. We could end it. "

-- @snkts ||

--UXBLUE || anarchy -- Music to listen to

THE WILDFIRE, SUFFOCATION THE FOREST. "KILLING ME," he repeats, his voice a gravelly rasp over the drumming of rain, "a quaint solution, no? It would be like attempting to extinguish a wildfire with a single, sputtering match."

Metal debris around the parking lot – a crumpled car fender, a twisted parking sign – twitches and churns, responding to his silent call. The master of magnetism prowls through the dark of the raining, thunder-clad depths-- an ominous shadow unseen between debris and cars.

He does not step out of the shadows, a figure of steely resolve against the backdrop of flickering neon signs. The rain lashes at him, mingling with the sparks spitting from the overflowing gutters like tears of a tormented city. Thunder rumbles in the distance, a low, angry growl that echoes the tempest brewing within him.

"We are the storm, the inevitable tide to drown the old world so ours may rise. Eradicate me, and a thousand more will rise in my place."

He was a dog-- Logan, a loyal one perhaps, but a dog nonetheless. Magnus saw him follow a scent, a perceived threat, without understanding the root of the problem-- following the wrong trail. His face was a calm scowl, eyes crackling with thunder as the red and flickering magneta neon lights tinge his silhouette-- the master of magnetism's scent was heavy in the air, like Logan had stepped into claimed territory.

"Kill me and make me a martyr, who will guard the last of the Genosha mutants? Who will be the behemoth in the path of genocide? Will it be the X-Men who take the sins of this bitter blood and wine upon them? Hardly..."

"You have forgotten the real enemy."

-- @snkts ||