#magnetic regent magneto

[onlyarogue]

Magneto and the usual "my dear"/"Yekiratì", he calls everyone, Rogue has "Sturmvogel" (stormbird).

Send in a Pet Name / Nickname that your muse might call mine, and see how my muse reacts to it.

“My dear” and “Yekirati” always make Rogue smile, arms winding around the man and pressing kisses against his cheek and other places that are not off limits because of their compatible abilities.

“Sturmvogel” though….

It’s a nickname that feels inspiring. When spoken in Erik’s low voice, Rogue feels powerful. Seen. She is strong and he worships her as the queen that she is. But there is something terrifying within the power and devotion of his whispers.There is expectation. Rogue just isn’t sure if it is the sort she can follow through with as he wants. She doesn’t know if she can or even wants to be a storm forever. If she wants to always thunder and strike as Magneto does.

There is no softness if you are an entity of rage and retribution. No rest.

But Erik loves her and when they are alone Rogue feels like she can be anything.

[emmatriarchy]

@magnetic-regent-magneto asked "A horrible loss, truly. There is the door." (for Remy)

"Dunno what I was expectin' from a selfish couyon like yourself." Remy huffed and turned on his heel, heading out. "I'm gonna ask Rogue. She will help me."

[enrogued]

plotted starter for @magnetic-regent-magneto

let me handle it, she'd said, at the end of yet another devolved meeting, where no-one could agree on anything because they'd already decided on the outcome and anything that went against that? well, they may as well have shoved corn in their ears. another day, another shouting match.

so, what? she'd agreed to play mediator? that had never been something she was good at- nor, in fact, had reconciling her past with her present. maybe this was a bad idea after all. her hand was already on the handle, though, turning the knob and stepping into the dramatically lit office. " do you just enjoy sittin' in the dark? " she asked, crossing the threshold and shutting the door behind her. she didn't glance back to see if she'd been followed, she didn't need to see the red eyes in the shadows to know they were there. she shut them out. nothing new there.

" that coulda gone better, " rogue says, looking at the titles of the books on the shelves instead of the figure behind the desk. " ya sure know how to make an impression. "

[feralweapon]

Warmth. Besides Logan was a body. Who it was didn’t matter. Not anymore. That’s what it was most nights. Anyone who was willing. Just someone to feed the starving loneliness. That’s why, when that person stirred beside him, he hardly flinches. No. He’s used to that song and dance.

As his hand grazed a firm muscle, Logan pauses.

Oh. Male.

Not new territory there. While he was used to a more supple and soft body beside him after a binge, a man wasn’t an unwelcome presence either.

Logan opened his eyes and drearily glanced at the surroundings. This…. wasn’t the mansion… The stench of liquor and sweat hung in the room. The headache from the hangover was almost gone just as quickly as it came. But suddenly, something familiar. No. Someone.

He almost falls off the bed when his senses finally catch up to him.

"Oh fuck. Fuck! Shit. No fucking way."

@magnetic-regent-magneto | the morning after

[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.”

[inmutant]

(for the death of my muse thing)

⠀ ⠀THE STILLNESS OF DEATH -- A HOLLOW CHORUS THAT HAUNTS.

⠀ ⠀The silence was deafening, a cruel contrast to the sweet, silvery laughter he remembered, laughter that once filled even his hardened heart with a reluctant peace. He knelt, his hand hovering inches above her hair like benediction. Where is he above the grief? He should deny himself the right as his face buries in burning hurt.

⠀ ⠀Magneto's pulse quickened, magnetic fields pulsing raggedly to feel for pulse, for heartbeat, for firing electrons and nerves inside the innocent's body. It had always been a fleeting thing, a fragile moment held in time. Nothing. Nothing. The rage of a thousand storms could not bring her back. Magnus' eyes only stare but the unshed tears are ghosts, they had run dry already or mixed with the blood and ash on his face.

⠀ ⠀"A child," though the word tasted bitter on his tongue. His hands trembled and his breath was choked and ragged. He is just very sad, she had once said. But the lines between rage and despair was blurry enough now. "my child, meyn lemele" Max whispers.

⠀ ⠀The dawn now painted the sky in hues of mourning. But the rain stood still in the air, dispended in fields of molecules he tries to grasp. Where is his wrath now?

My muse has died. Send in your muse’s reaction

Well this was not at all absolutely painful and gut wrenching to read, not at all...

@magnetic-regent-magneto

[hexsreality]

1.92m

SEND ME YOUR MUSE’S HEIGHT, AND I’LL COMPARE IT TO MY OWN’S! ⤷ Accepting!

"We get our height from you, abba. Granted, you are the tallest in the family." 

[warlockisaslur]

“ That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! ”

Well -- it wasn't every day you got to hear that from the master of magnetism. He wasn't sure if he'd explained it badly, or if it really was a harebrained idea, but he supposed that was why he'd run it by Magneto, first, before putting it in motion and potentially causing the Next Great Intergalactic Incident.

"So... you're saying inviting Luna to stay at the Throneworld without telling her mother is a... bad idea?"

[edgymuses]

[ DANCE ] (for Luna!)

✧ — ⋆   𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . ➺ ALWAYS ACCEPTING! @magnetic-regent-magneto

[ DANCE ] :  for  your  muse  to  invite  mine  to  dance 

༶ ﾟ🥀 ┄─ Luna’s elbow rest on her knee while her chin lays on a palm. Vibrant blue eyes stare down at her dangling feet waiting for something to happen or the formal event to end. Inhuman and mutant relations were tense and strained, however the bridge between the two worlds was Luna. Hence why she’s present at this dinner dance hosted in Attilan, home of the Inhumans, to keep the peace between the two groups.

Like any child, the young girl didn’t understand why each faction couldn’t settle their differences once and for all. In all honesty, she just wants peace among them and to visit her aunts from her dad’s side. But there was a figure still a mystery to the girl, her grandfather. This question has lingered in Luna’s mind to this day. Still no answers for either her mom or dad. Bringing up the topic to both parents was taboo on either side changing the quickly subject.

This thought was interrupted by a pair of dress shoes in her eyesight. Lifting a head up to view a silver haired man dressed for the occasion; his hand outstretched to the young girl inviting her to dance. Of course, with nothing else to do, she accepts this invitation happily; taking the man’s hand paired with a smile as the two walk towards the dance floor. Even with the tension in the room, it seems to grow more with the sudden appearance of this mysterious stranger. From both mutant and inhuman alike, a mix of worry and suspicious eyes glance at the two slow dancing.

❛❛ Do I know you? You look so familiar?! ❜❜ she queried and studied the man’s facial features closely. There was something about the man that Luna recognized. Like she’s seen his face in a distant memory not to mention had some similarities to her dad.

[onlyarogue]

Continued from here with @magnetic-regent-magneto

The program was puzzling at first. When the illusory debris around them began to shift and fill in the pocket of air that the two mutants inhabited, Rogue thought perhaps that they ended up in a Danger Room setting intended for Storm. The goddess’ claustrophobia was a very poorly kept secret among her team members. Rogue didn't doubt that her enhanced strength would easily clear out the rubble and- Except when the southern girl shoved at the wall nothing gave. Not even an inch. Instead the walls pressed in further, sliding her feet uselessly across the floor backward towards Erik. She tried again. No dice. Once more, Rogue was pushed closer to Magneto as the space around them vanished. Only then did it dawn on her that this was the intention, to force her into the proximity of a team mate in ways that would discomfort her. 

Her face pulled into a resolute frown as she turned around, back pressed flat to the wall. There was scarcely any space between her body and Erik’s now as they faced each other. The magnetic man’s hands braced against the wall on either side of her caging her in. Rogue couldn’t tell if it was from a sheer lack of place to put them or if he was deliberately trying to unsettle her. She kept her own arms firmly at her sides and away from contact, even fully covered. Rogue swallowed thickly, forcing slow deep breaths in through her nose and then out. It was going to be okay. Of all the people to be trapped in a condensing room with, somebody she could not hurt was the best case scenario. Like an acrobat working with a net, to use an analogy her brother would appreciate. 

The pair was even closer now as the cramped space forced Erik to lean over her. Their faces were too close. The position a reflection of something far too intimate for a Danger Room session. Rogue averted her gaze, exhaled slowly again, and felt her hair gently rustle as Erik did the same. Despite the breathing techniques, her heart was still pounding. Was it the function of the room or something else? Maybe Magneto wasn’t the best choice for this scenario after all.

Rogue snorted at Erik’s comment about their previous discussion. Effectively stamping down the anxious emotions she might have been feeling. “Yeah. We did.” The familiar sensation of a magnetic field against her skin prompted bright green eyes to meet steel once more. The room seemed to have stopped its steady progression, but left the pair quite enclosed. The southern girl pulled a sharp smirk at the offered praise. “Thanks, but it’s easier not to panic when I know I can’t hurt you. Anyone else and I might’ve been tryin’ to claw out of here.”

[emmatriarchy]

@magnetic-regent-magneto asked: "Do not bleed on the carpet…" (free for all)

Rahne pushed herself off of the floor and rolled away from the carpet wordlessly, trying to recuperate. She'd been caught in a fight, and bit more than she could chew - quite literally. Finding herself prone at the feet of her former teacher was not on her bingo card for the year, yet there she was.

"Sorry, teach..." she muttered, and flopped back onto her side, on the cold, hard, tiled floor. "Won't bleed on it, promise."

[enrogued]

@magnetic-regent-magneto sent 🌧️  to  find  my  muse  in  the  rain  without  an  umbrella.

droplets of water bead on the ends of her hair, dripping down her shoulders, down the back of her neck. her (for once civilian) clothes are plastered to her body (more so than usual) and there's a chill creeping in. it's not quite the same as the sudden, violent (warm) storms they get down south but a gal has to make do with what she's got.

understandably, the grounds are mostly empty, with everyone having sought shelter from the awful weather. she'd probably have been wise to do the same.

but there's something refreshing about the rain. she's a creature of simple pleasures. simple cravings. letting herself get soaked to the skin does something to scratch an itch.

she's not expecting to be joined and yet suddenly there's an imposing presence at the top of the patio steps. she cranes her neck in his direction. " i know, i'll 'catch my death o' cold', i'm comin', i'm comin'. " she trudges towards the steps, shoes squelching.

[legionofalters]

starter for @magnetic-regent-magneto

It wasn't often that David felt valued by someone who truly commanded respect. Years of being beaten down by his father, treated like his disability - his status as a survivor of horrific abuse - made him inherently dangerous and valueless. Magneto wasn't always on the 'right' side, but his experience certainly gave him a more relatable perspective on life. Being a survivor of horrific abuse and all that.

"It's been a long day."

The latest obligatory superhero fight had taken it out of him, emotionally speaking.

"I don't think those Sentinels are coming back until morning. Maybe we should rest."

[snkts]

"We have waited so damn long. We are sick and tired."

“You waited.” He snaps back. There’s a clear edge of a growl in his voice, accented by the flash of teeth. Magneto is a lot of things. He’s a pompous, self-righteous asshole. He’s one of the most powerful mutants in the world. He’s a political leader for their people. Some of them view him as a saviour. But he’s not a spokesperson for all of them - and for Wolverine least of all. 

“I don’t give a shit. I don’t care what these people think. And I don’t wanna be a part of your goddamn crusade.” The last word is spat, a flash of teeth accompanying it to show his irritation. He pushes his drink away and turns to face Magneto properly. He doesn't stand, though. He doesn’t want to. Sitting is a statement. Sitting is defiance. He is not leaving this spot. He does not want to leave this spot. Not for this. 

“You’re not gonna change anything by doing this. You’re wasting your time.”

[inmutant]

@magnetic-regent-magneto continuing from here X

Luna lets out a giggle as Magneto messes with her hair, which she automatically fixes. She then places the rosemary down, that she had been tying small bunches of for the marmalade jam, so that she can focus on the story her grandfather is telling her, in regards to her grandmother.

The inmutant knew little about Magda, as she has always sensed amongst the family that it seemed to be a sore subject. But for once her curiosity has gotten the better of her and she couldn't resist asking about her grandmother. After all she had a right to know about her and wanted to have some idea about the woman whose name she shared as her one of her middle names.

The more she listens to Magneto's tale, the more she cannot help but smile sadly, as now and then Luna forgets just how much her family, particularly her grandfather has been through. "She sounds amazing.... I wish I could of met her." She sighs truthfully, for family has and still is everything to her. "Do... do you think she would have liked me?"

[hexsreality]

@magnetic-regent-magneto inquired: ⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠

send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse ⤷ Accepting!!

Father and daughter have elected to spend a quiet evening in Erik's study of his home. While Erik looked over documents and occasionally signing some here and there, Wanda sat in the armchair across from his desk with her face covered by a book. A mountainous stack of books was stationed beside the chair that she lounged in casually. They sat in a comfortable silence that didn't need words to be exchanged between the two of them.

Evening had become night, and as the night progressed, Wanda was beginning to feel sleepy. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she had been reading the same sentence over and over. She set her book pages down on her chest as she settled into the chair before closing her eyes. Sleep overtook her easily, as she experienced some dreamless slumber in quite some time. It was only until she felt hands gently placed on her back and under her knees. Wanda turned her head to groggily look at her father's face that looked down at her.

Erik lifted Wanda into his arms, and her immediately wrapped her arms around her father's neck. She pressed her forehead into the crook of her father's neck before closing her eyes. "Are you going to get some sleep, papa? It's late, and you need your rest too." She murmured sleepily before she could drift off again, still taking care and watching over her father even in this state.