#magnetic-regent-magneto

[tommyofspeed]

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!

[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 .. "

[feralweapon]

 ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺

@magnetic-regent-magneto  asked: ❛  i wish i had another choice.  ❜

 "There's plenty of other choices, bub. You just love pickin' the wrong ones." 

[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.

[wintersmoldr]

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"Look uh... Actually, I'm not sure what I should call you when neither of us are in uniform here." Bucky shook his head. Not the point. The point is the picture weighing heavily in his pocket. "I'm getting the distinct feeling we might be looking for the same person here. So lets just... talk?"

[shieldslinger]

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"Magneto." Steve gave a slight nod. His hand behind the shield flexed against the handle instinctually, but otherwise he kept calm.

There were many explanations for why the two of them would be out in rural New York. There was a small town not too far off, population barely over a thousand, and farmland as far as the eye could see. Steve had gotten here on one of the Quinjets, responding to an unusual energy signature that Tony had flagged and asked if anyone available to track down.

And here was Magneto.

Perhaps Magneto had a hankering for Amish donuts.

"I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting to see you out here. Are you here on work or for fun?"

[belayadeath]

STARTER FOR, @magnetic-regent-magneto.

THE TREATMENT ROOM IS COLD, EVERY SURFACE FROM HEAVY CONCRETE WALLS TO THE VERY TABLE SHE'D WOKEN UP ON. COLD AND BLUNT AND RIGID. eyes blink as they try to adjust to the sharp brightness of overhead fluorescent lights, and it was only then they registered a nurse fixing to extract a thick needle from their arm. it doesn't hurt, they think, actually it was difficult to discern any sort of emotions at all. A HOLLOW CAGE WHERE ONE KNEW THE HEART TO BE, LIFELESS AND SEEMINGLY UNBEATING.

FEEL COLD TO THE VERY CORE OF THEIR BONES, OSSEIN GROANING WITH EVERY MOVE. they shift to sit up, kicking legs over the side of the table — the breaths which they draw in heavy, but calm. TRAINED. though the nurse was not alone, they make out another three silhouettes that slowly begin to form into fully fleshed beings. two doctors in pearly-white lab coats, one busy scribbling notes, and the third... SOMETHING VAGUELY FAMILIAR ABOUT HIM, THE GHOSTLY WHITE HAIR FRAMING SHARP FEATURES THAT STARED BACK AT THEM. it was out of pure instinct that their back straightened, palms pressing flat to the surface and pushing themselves off the table — hiding any dizzying sensations from being pried from a cryostatic slumber.

“  я готов отвечать.  ” ( ya gotov otvechat'. ), < READY TO COMPLY. >

[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.

[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."

[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."

[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.

[wolverinetm]

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Logan took a deep breath. Just think of his kids. His students are the ones that are the most important. Not his ego, not past grudges. Not even his personal feelings. The students.

“Erik, would you do some kinda… guest lecture?”

[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.

[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. ''