#magnetic-regent-magneto

[tommyofspeed-a]

Take a look at Tommy's gallery feat. grandpa Magneto !

@magnetic-regent-magneto sent: 📷 or "snapshot" and i'll share photos of your muse my muse has saved on their phone! || accepting!

[doomologys]

@magnetic-regent-magneto

The     sea     churned     violently     against     the     cliffs,     spitting     foam     and     rage     at     the     blackened     rocks.     The     air     hung     thick     with     the     scent     of     salt     and     storm,     heavy     with     the     magnetic     pull     that     twisted     unseen     threads     of     power     through     the     sky     and     stone.     Doom     stood     at     the     threshold     of     this     island     —     a     sanctuary     turned     fortress,     a     kingdom     born     of     exile.

It     was     raw,     untamed,     shaped     by     will     alone.     How     fitting.

His     cloak     billowed     behind     him     like     the     shadow     of     a     collapsing     monument,     his     steps     slow     and     deliberate     as     he     advanced     across     the     fractured     earth.     Each     step     echoed     in     defiance,     ringing     out     against     the     silence     of     this     forgotten     place.     Far     above,     he     could     see     him.     Magneto,     standing     like     a     statue     hewn     from     marble     and     iron,     moving     at     the     peak     of     his     creation.     His     helmet     gleamed     beneath     the     pale     light,     a     crown     of     defiance     worn     by     a     king     who     believed     himself     untouchable.     He     gazed     out     over     his     island     —     his     sanctuary     of     steel     and     solitude     —     as     though     he     were     surveying     an     empire.

Doom     saw     something     else.     Not     an     empire,     but     a     tomb     waiting     to     be     sealed.     "You've     built     this     place     from     iron     and     stone,"     Doom     continued,     his     gaze     never     wavering     as     he     ascended     the     path     toward     the     summit.     "A     citadel     forged     from     the     wreckage     of     your     failures.     A     monument     to     your     people’s     suffering,     erected     by   �� your     own     hands.     Have     you     believed     yourself     their     savior."     He     paused,     letting     the     wind     carry     the     words     for     a     moment.     "You     wear     their     grief     like     armor,     their     hopes     like     a     crown.     But     tell     me     —     what     price     have     they     paid     for     your     dream?"

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

@magnetic-regent-magneto liked for a starter with Frank

Brow knitted tightly in the middle, Frank could only stare quietly in contemplation at the man. He had fought with Magneto more than once, each time barely walking away with his life and each time he had the chance after he fought him again. But who stood before him did not look like the Magneto he had seen flashed across newspapers and media.

Then again nothing about this place seemed familiar; a barren wasteland surrounding them. Random portals opened up in the sky now and then, some random structure falling through to crash to the ground below. Not that it mattered with the way his eyes remained glued to the man, glancing him up and down before finally speaking.

"You killed Kennedy?"

[jewelstole]

magnetic-regent-magneto asked: " you never saw a man have a crisis of faith before? "

" can't say i have. maybe i should drop by some more. this is fun. " she smirks. " besides .. you might need a little extra feline intuition .. "

[silverjetsystm]

Continued with @magnetic-regent-magneto from x

Cool Cairo nights is a balm after the heat of the day. Cairo is not home. It's a waypoint between checking the Theban Necropolis and flying back to Manhattan. Elsewhere, colorful lights glow on ancient and modern buildings, the winding streets of long memories.

Moon Knight has always been the light in the shadows.

When is it over? His question, indeed, is an ancient, though almost childish, yearning. Glider-Cape the color of moondust, he listened with the same rapt attention as he used to when he was very small, turquoise eyes pointed towards steepled fingers.

"Torah and tragedy is the story of our people throughout the generations." Considered the cracked sunbeaten mosaic with a nod.

"The endless waiting. For the Mashiach. For an end to the current conflict. To catch our breath and recuperate until the next turn in the spiral. Where the neighborhood and country turns on us again. To push us out, take our things, spill our blood." The ancestors and the people are one and the same.

"Empires to humankind." Moon Knight weighs Magneto's words without judgment. Conflicts tearing it apart. "They pick a scapegoat and run with it." He doesn't need to explain history they both have lived, Magneto for far longer and bloody.

"I agree." He raised a gloved hand to his chin. "But until that time, the bell hasn't rung. We try to..."

Scoff, not at the words but who he is and who he is saying the words to. "'Justice, justice you shall pursue.'" He was never a good student. "So there's still time for action; to protect those who are in need. To pursue justice and to pursue peace. New day, new opportunity."

Softer, he lowered his gloves, examining the white padding like he could see his worn boxer's knuckles. "Even if gets worse."

[argentarrogance]

[ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender pats receiver’s hair

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 || @magnetic-regent-magneto × ] acceptingㅤ➠ ㅤ Magneto

[ Location: Somewhere between the walls of X-MANSION. ]

Digital time had no weather here just kind of tock and tick reminding of passing minutes. Within frame reduced to a stoop of slouched spine elbows nest upon restless knees of sitting figure beside the bed. Two-finger rub of his own temple awakened deeps of frost-bound complexion within habitually respected practice. In that very bed laid someone whose condition stabilized and the longer Pietro watched motionless lids of familiar face the more apparitions surfaced out of the recesses of his unconscious. [ Son of M, Magnusson, Quicksilver ] -- unwanted titles kept coming back like a whip of wisp. It took weeks and more weeks to shake pattern of his father's trail off of him, and despite all this time and efforts he wasn't quite done yet. Strands long and loose, colorless in their crystalline pigment silvering between taping fingertips. Moonlight would make skin even paler. Instead of wind they tousle in the pillow, an image uncharacteristic of Master of Magnetism. Perhaps from what he saw it was easier to become reflected inward, let thoughts flow, and dream of things that were not meant to be. Maybe in another world where Erick never abandoned them, where they and next of kin grew together as a family and not unit. Brotherhood initiated commando operations full of blood and danger, with a rigidly puritanical outlook overshadowing very existence of homo-sapiens. He himself shared such cloud of judgment for a while too, but not for long. And once again he got exposed to a living triangle where each step reminded of a life they could have had. Now Pietro found brims of his lip corners curling downward.

Soft filaments luster in gentle sheen under the touch of slowness reduced in two shakes ... similar, almost identical to his own, yet different.

Wanda changed. Lorna changed. I changed. Will Magneto ever change?

Upon sighting the first sign of fluttering lashes -- mien of argent quickster changed immediately and hand retreated back in its austere simplicity; dodging jump of temper from being made incandescent by an electric current.

' Greetings, father. '

Pietro's gift of the gab was unceremonious in its stillness, '' Stay where you are; that's the best you can do. '' - you're not fully healed.

'' Don't take my presence as exorbitant sentiment, this is the first and last time I'm grabbing your cloak for reason other than to make you a codfish. '' - but pulling from the ocean. '' Gather your strengths, Magneto, I'm positive the X-men shall provide you enough of good care you don't deserve, '' an exhale that came from his side was rather unsurprising assuming how strained their conversation was no matter the situations or timings, '' but if I hear you're being trouble ... I'll come back in time to make sure rubber bullet won't strike off its trajectory. ''

For Magneto to be capable arranging normal relationship with his son he had to confront his own demons from past, now wasn't the time for that and Pietro knew it. After leaving his warning behind being dashing man he always is it does not take long for him to stand up and walk towards doors and to his exit from the room.

[psyknife]

@magnetic-regent-magneto: [ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver’s shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

Kwannon was about to protest that it wasn’t necessary to yank her out of the way — she was a ninja and a psychic for Pete’s sake! — when a flash of fire erupted where she’d once been standing. ... okay she would let him have this one.

[wnterslder]

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send “🔍“ for an obscure fact about my muse.

bucky firmly believes that he cannot be a father , nor would he be an adequate one ( in his opinion ) in this universe. he's given up the idea a long , long time ago ... but he still has that dad instinct :‘) and he can be so sweet to kids , it's very soft !

[inmutant]

"I saw you when you were a baby and never again. Pietro never told me of you."

Now Luna understood about how people at her school, talk about how awkward it is when people say 'they remember you from when you were a baby.'Because it was now happening to her and she was not entirely sure how she feels about the situation she is now in.

"Umm...I see." Luna trails off, not sure as to what is appropriate to say. The hybrid can see however, that man in front of her is telling her the truth. "I'm sorry who are you exactly and why would my papa never tell you about me?"

@magnetic-regent-magneto

[emmatriarchy]

" It was a kind lie, kindly meant. " (for Bishop)

meme

"I don't care for any type of lies. I do understand omission, as someone who sometimes has to do covert operations - but I much rather face people with honesty."

He rarely lied - last time was when he tried to pretend like he would help the X-Men retrieve baby Hope when he was actually trying to kill her - all too avoid his future. That was years before.

[ncrosha]

“Try again.”

this won't work.

how can it, when he fears his power so? the moment he gets close he pulls back, as fearful and instinctive as the a caveman pulling away from fire. josh holds his hand to his chest, staring out at the empty expanse before them with an unreadable expression.

once he had thought omega level simply meant strongest. like loot in a game, scrolling past all the greys, the blues, the purples until you find that shiyn gold.

now he understands the truth.

that it doesn't denote raw power. its the potential for a power's evolution. most find their limits, slam up against them and go no further - but his does not. at times he's reminded of days long past, nights spent playing pokemon without paying mind to type advantages. throwing the same team at the same gym leader again, and again, and again, until either he had learned a new strategy or his opponents were simply overcome by his vastly overleveled team.

it would work. at least until his monsters grew too powerful to listen to a boy with only two badges. then they would thrash about, attacking friend and foe alike until knocked out.

his powers were like that. encountering a limit is temporary, a necessary part of growth. soon enough it would be overcome and exceeded, and soon enough he would be stronger.

stronger, with even less control.

"... it isn't a matter of whether i can do it," he says, voice raising to be heard above the crashing of waves against rubble strewn shores. "it's a matter of if i think i should... and i shouldn't. at least not unless you've got some backup."

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Ever since he had helped Mags with eradicating the mutant research facility disguised as a “nature preserve”, the mutant had a tendency to randomly show up at his ratty little apartment in some dark corner of New York City. It didn’t bother him. They got along fine. On more than one occasion, suddenly spotting the shadowed silhouette when he turned around or came out of the bathroom ended up with a pistol instantly being drawn on instinct before he rolled his eyes once recognizing who it was invading his space.

Tonight was no different; kicking the door shut with his heel behind him, Frank flicked the lock before heading to the kitchen for a beer. The movements with his right leg were stiff and with the way his head throbbed he doubted Advil would do much for him. What he needed was a hot shower to wash away the blood, sweat, and dirt he was coated in. At least that way he could see his injuries.

The cool fizzy thin liquid went down his throat with a satisfied sigh, relieving some of the weight of his shoulders from the night, and he headed for the back of the apartment with a slight limp. Turning into the bathroom, he stopped in the doorway with his brow pinched in suspicion, leaning back just enough to peer further down the hallway to the bedroom to see Mags sitting contently on his bed.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

@magnetic-regent-magneto

[jewelstole]

magnetic-regent-magneto asked: " i don't like owing people. " city of last chances, pt. 2.

she hangs above him suspended from using her claws or any possible other means. " lucky for you .. " she groans. " i can be very understanding. actually , i'm a marvelous kitten to have on your side. " this is also not the most comfortable position for her. " i'll make it worth your while .. if you help me. " somehow she will retain as much of her seductive nature as she can.

[thefastestaround]

@magnetic-regent-magneto (x)

He hated that his father was right. That was something he would never say to his face, but the speedster thought it to himself.

But the way he had gone about it was wrong. It had to be. There had to be something else to be done. If his father had tried to be patient, things might have been better.

And Pietro sees the irony of him wanting someone to be patient.

"They would have shied away because there was a better option," he said cutting out the bastard part and keeping it to himself.

It was annoying how he could understand how Magneto had gotten to that point. How it would have been so easy for Pietro to do the same.

But he had spent so many years trying to be better. To atone for his mistakes, and then there was his father, unapologetic for who he was.

"I-They would have found a way. That is what we do." Or at least that was what Pietro told himself. "You didn't even give me a chance!"

[argentarrogance]

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Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. || @magnetic-regent-magneto

Quicksilver: I actually have a black belt. Magneto: In what, karate? Quicksilver: No, from Gucci.

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Quicksilver: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Magneto: Twelve, actually. Quicksilver: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Magneto: Yours! Quicksilver: That's right: no one's.

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Quicksilver: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Magneto: What's that? Quicksilver: Remorse code. Magneto: I'm even angrier now.

'' Can't say I haven't learned a thing from you now. ''

[psyknife]

@magnetic-regent-magneto: [ PRIDE ]: the sender, having heard or seen the receiver successfully achieve a remarkable feat, places a hand on their shoulder to express their wordless pride in them.

Kwannon had been so wrapped up in her anger, staring down at the bloodied unconscious person at her feet that she’d forgotten she wasn’t alone. The touch to her shoulder made her jump, her psychic blade wrapped around her fist as she turned to face the new source of her anger. It all fizzled to nothing, however, when she discover Magneto staring back at her, a look of content on his face and... was that pride? Her shoulders heaved with each heavy breath, the adrenaline still coursing through her. Her brows unknotted themselves, her anger ebbing away.