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@magnetician continued from x.
Messy haired, blearily, scarcely using sight to guide him, Charles wearily shuffles to where Erik is seated, the heels of his striped pajamas dragging the floor. “Mm? Yes. Well. Partly.” He curves his hands over the backing. “I’ve a headache.”
Charles cocks the thumping, pressurized weight still somehow supported by his neck and peers over the top of Erik’s to the book he holds. He blinks an eye, then both, focusing the pages. “We have a full day of training ahead. What’re you doing?”
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@magnetician continuing from here X
“Of course not grandpa, wouldn’t dream of it.” Luna brightly smiles at him, before shrugging. “I’ve always wanted to learn and thought you would be able to teach me, is all.”
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" something is clearly bothering you. " (magnetician)
RANDOM DRAMATIC PROMPTS.
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Erik is nothing if not perceptive. Charles’ brow furrows, and he glances away from his friend. There’s no hiding his displeasure.
“It’s just... I was saving that last piece of pie for myself, Erik.”
#anon asks#asks#magnetician#verse tbt#{ this soul (half mine; all yours) ~ erik }#;; ERIK WHY YOU GOTTA STEAL HIS PIE >C#hello i am a serious rper this is a serious blog
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"Be on your guard?”
Well, thanks for that terrifying edification of my already paranoiac tendencies. I really needed that on an abstract Wednesday evening, just to remind me of the fact that I’m not as psychotically vigilant as usual.
He tried to resist at first, of course. Because the plebeian route of asking what the hell that even meant just seemed too simple - too non-mutant - for the confidences he was being given in the statement alone. On the other hand, any meeting with Erik that took place in the Sanctum warranted an extra heaping helping of paranoia and more than a little humility given the fact he was still technically a human bey default. He didn’t have any provable genetic providence for his gift with magic, even if Xavier had expressed some vague doubts as to the exact categorization that “magic users” fell under. As had the UN, but at least that was for the time being a blessing where Xavier’s indecisiveness seemed a curse in its own right. Especially when it came to discerning whether a question would irritate Magneto’s justified jaundice toward humans or if it would warrant at least some manner of helpful respones.
He did at least, however, settle on asking at least a more tactful question in order to get the answers he was looking for. “What’s going on, Erik?” he asked in a more personal lieu of the typical “what’s the matter?” question. Humanity was the matter with Erik, that much he knew. But warnings like these seldom appeared from the other man without specific predicators.
“If there’s something that warrants me being warned about, I would appreciate knowing it in full. Because chances are if its going to be affecting me, it’s going to affect a hell of a lot of others in the New York area.” The added “and if they can’t rely on me then what am I here for” seemed unnecessary to unload onto the other man, but Stephen felt the severity of the question all the same. He wasn’t just in place to service humans - he was there to service humans, mutants, multi-dimensional beings, ghosts, and even cryptids if that was what was required. Failing one of them, therefore, meant failing all of them, and that simply wasn’t acceptable in his book.
( @magnetician )
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How many other fandoms are you in? Do you rp in them too?{And also @lilxlionxman}I have spent a lot of my tumblr life mixing World of Darkness with the Marvel Universes, and that is my primary fandom.Other Fandoms {that I can rp in}, include:Legend {London Gangland through multiple eras}PreacherHawaii 5-0Lord of the RingsArthurian LegendMost MythologySupernaturalAnything with Pirates {PotC, 7th Sea etc}SmallvilleHellblazerThe Endless UniverseHouse MDAmerican Gods{and willing to try most fandoms I am familiar with because I want my rp partners to be comfortable in their verses too}And really, any OC creation because I love original content. In fact, my main verse has become a modern mythology of sorts and I’m perfectly in love with it.
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@magnetician cont
“You know I can’t help it sometimes!” Charles protested, realizing he’d been caught. Damn! Of course Erik had caught him in the act... no matter how sneaky he could try and be, Erik was an astute one.
“Can it really be called cheating, anyway? I am merely using my natural gifts to succeed,” he cast the other a cheeky grin, before his expression melted into one of false innocence. “If I had, of course. I’m not admitting to anything.”
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ℨ and ♬
ℨ: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Ummmmm money no object? I’d go to Italy. Or Scotland.
♬: Cats or dogs?
Dogs!! DOGS!!! ALL THE TIME DOGS!!!
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magnetician replied to your post “Anne Marie and Fabian are the AU children of Jean Grey and Magneto”
first of all, how dare you
Oh, you’re right---this would imply incest with his pet boy
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@magnetician asked ( from x ): ❝ I’m going to need you to not ask questions. ❞
Charles looks to him seriously, his expression shifting slowly as all the possible meanings behind his saying this transform it from imploring to quite possibly pleading. “I’m going to presume you know me better than to expect that I would need to do so.” He allows a few beats of silence to settle between them as if giving the man a chance to expound before he has to ask, “Erik, what did you do?”
#magnetician#first post on my shiny new completely undone blog#inquiry.#home for the hopeless | verse.#tbt | arc.
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🍰- What does your muses kisses taste like
shipping meme
They taste like BEING RIGHT. *cheering*No I am kidding. Someone else answered this today and was going on about how fanfics have some magical concoction of tastes and I agree that it’s silly. I almost don’t want to say this in case YOU as a Magneto writer do this XD But just know I am not judging if you do XD it is your HC if so _>Anyways as that other person said, taste like anything recently been in his mouth I guess. Which for Erik who is often going going going it isn’t necessarily food because that generally involves more time. Not that he doesn’t eat of course but guess you are more likely to taste coffee, cigarettes or alcohol to be honest. Less so with the last two after the Pentagon Supermax because he went 10 years without access so he doesn’t really drink very often anymore and hasn’t picked up a cigarette since the day Nina was born.
#Me: dont launch into smoking and drinking being forms of self medicating for dealing with ptsd this is not the point of this ask#but its tRUE#headcanons;#magnetician
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@magnetician
Nina had been searching all over Europe in an attempt to find her father. All leads had been cold until she saw him on the TV. America… He was in America. The second she learned where he was, she booked a flight to America faster than she thought possible.
After a few weeks and a bunch of phone calls, she managed to pinpoint his location specifically to Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters. Nina couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her father entertaining children with his abilities like he did with her when she was young.
When she arrived at the Mansion and explained who she was, the big man himself Charles Xavier was more than happy to reunite them. They slowly roamed the halls as he gave her a bit of a tour before she spotted Erik.
He was standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking out a window. Nina froze completely. She hadn’t seen her father in years and she was terrified he wouldn’t remember her.
“Erik!” Charles shouted, getting his attention, “I have someone I think you’d like to meet.” He said and Nina swallowed dryly.
“Papa….” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke.
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Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours || OPEN
ATTRACTIVENESS:
repulsive ― hideous ― ugly ― not attractive ― unappealing ― not unattractive ― meh ― no preference ― ok ― mildly attractive ― nice looking ― cute ― adorable ― attractive ― pleasant on the eyes ― good looking ― hot ― sexy ― beautiful ― gorgeous ― hot damn ― would tap that ― perfect ― godlike ― holy fuck there are no words ― BLIND AS FUCK
PERSONALITY:
grating ― irritating ― frustrating ― boring ― confusing at best ― awkward ― unreasonable ― psychotic ― disturbing ― interesting ― engaging ― affectionate ― aggressive ― ambitious ― anxious ― artistic ― bad tempered ― bossy ― charismatic ― appealing ― unappealing ― creative ― courageous ― dependable ― unreliable ― unpredictable ― predictable ― devious ― dim ― extroverted ― introverted ― egotistical ― gregarious ― fabulous ― impulsive ― intelligent ― sympathetic ― talkative ― up beat ― peaceful ― calming ― badass ― flexible
HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD BE TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM.
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending ― fuck no! ― never ― no way ― not likely ― not sure ― indifferent ― i’m asexual ― maybe ― probably ― it depends ― fairly likely ― likely ― yeah sure ― yes ― would tap that ― hell yes ― fuck yes! ― wishing that could happen right now ― as many times as possible ― we are already having sex
LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:
never in a million years ― worst of enemies ― enemies ― rivals ― indifferent ― neutral ― acquaintance ― friendly toward each other ― casual friends ― friends ― good friends ― best friends ― fuck buddies ― bosom buddies ― practically the same person ― would die for them ― true friends ― my only friend
FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:
i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them
CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:
i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them
HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:
worst kisser ever ― terrible ― bad ― awkward ― just okay ― alright ― pretty good ― good ― makes me moan ― excellent ― exciting ― oh god they’re good ― i dream about it ― fucking amazing ― absolute perfection ― we haven’t kissed
#(( attractiveness based off touch mostly )0#magnetician#visions of love ;; of mind and metal#;; asked#;; answered#;; headcanon#outofvisions
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@magnetician
His bright pink shirt reads SUPERIOR HOMO, made especially for the mutant rally he’s attending. Quentin isn’t surprised to see Magneto at such an event, but he is a little star struck.
“Hey, not to be a total weirdo or anything,” play it cool, Quire. “But thanks for all your work. Big supporter.”
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Even the safety she felt in the shadow of Joan of Arc’s statue didn’t make her oblivious. Clarke had been in the square for an hour now, and playing nearly all that time, segueing from song to song with skill.
Yet in the last twenty minutes, she’d noticed one patron wasn’t moving on.She didn’t look -- sometimes playing dumb was the smart thing -- but she was very aware of being watched.
Unfortunately, that distraction was enough to send her luck arse over tea kettle. As usual. An entirely different stranger darted out of the crowd, and snatched her violin case, scattering coins everywhere.
“Hey!” The music cut off with a jagged note. But before Clarke could follow, the thief had already vanished into the chaos provided by a ‘walk’ signal at the crosswalk.
Clarke stood still for several seconds, hands clenched in a fist, lips gone white. Every part of her wanted to scream. But instead, she took a breath, pulled off her hat, and gathered the scattered coins left behind.
She couldn’t afford to take home nothing.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
The music started up again.
#magnetician#;;verse: IT IS THE CALM BEFORE SOMETHING AWFUL#//so apparently i lied about it being short whoops#lmk if you need anything changed
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Stars for HC meme|Accepting
When he speaks, there are stars in her eyes.When he fights, they dim until he returns.
Some people have told Erik that there’s something beatific about the way she believes in him. Like he’s the second-coming, like she’s in love with him, like he’s the mystery of the universe revealed.
It’s not entirely true and it’s not entirely false, either.
She believes in his vision of a time and place where they no longer hide, no longer fear. She believes in him, able to lead them there. But mostly she trusts him because he’s never lied to her or promised her things that he couldn’t deliver. He’s listened to her thoughts and admitted when her counsel cooled his temper. He’s allowed her to heal his wounds and he’s never shied away from her because she was different. He’s never called her the M word in malice.
Beth is under no illusion that he might be the greatest of their kind, that he’s a saviour. But she respects the man for trying, and she respects that he keeps doing so without glory and without praise, simply because it’s the right thing to do.
She’ll keep on believing as long as he lets her.
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The rising of mutants to power had been a long, bloody battle... and now, Xavier’s name would forever be branded in history. Not only as one of it’s major players, but also as one of the many warlords who came to true power. He owned the entirely of the East Coast in America, and most of England, as well. He was in the process of growing it...
... when some sniveling little level 3 mutant made a grab for power. Charles had the mutant brought to him, and chains were not even needed... though Erik did insist on them.
“Tell me, my friend...” Charles spoke calmly, looking the other directly in his red eyes. “What makes you think a powerless earthworm like yourself has any right to make a claim to my territories?”
The mutant was trembling, and Charles merely smiled. “I-I... my mother owned half the property in Maine before the rebellion, we-” The mutant gasped, before falling to his knees screaming and clutching his head. “Stop, stop!! PLEASE!! Oh god, please!!” Charles watched with mild amusement, two fingers lazily set on his temple.
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