#magntokinesis

[leagione]

“you say you know charles.“ tempted to read his mind. to see if he is being lied to, manipulated. he wishes, really, and he could, it would be so easy. david doesn’t know the limits of his own power (they are no limits for us, david. not even god.) david is, rightfully so he thinks, curious. “what was he like? all I know about him is his name. and that he left me. not the best record, really.” not the best anything, to be honest. @magntokinesis​

[iinmortales]

           jumping through reality? now, that made a girl hungry. particularly, it gave her a craving, one that she always knew could be satisfied with a visit to the same person she visited first in nearly every reality. she’d begun with knocking on his door, but, well, he was taking too long and it was raining. so instead she just pulled an unlocked door in from another reality and let herself in. he wouldn’t mind. the door was identical. she was already making her way to the kitchen as her called out, ‘ papa, do you have any latkes made? i’m starving. ‘

@magntokinesis​

[scldat]

@magntokinesis​ / “ didn’t see that one coming? “ mcu starters / accepting.

IT’S A MESS, NO MORE NO LESS ; borderlining carnage in a way that may upset the stomach of anyone who wasn’t used to the frontlines. four bodies, losely strewn across the office         one of them a former colleague and close supporter of Secretary Ross and the Sokovia Accords back in the day. incidentally, it’s the man he has to report to once a month ; now dead, half crushed by a metal filing cabinet. brows furrowed does he take in the chaos without saying a word, before grey eyes eventually focus on the one man still standing.

( he knows him. the papers ; TV              that one day in ‘63, Dallas, Texas )

“ that supposed to be rhethorical question ? ” he’s not armed. no lethal weapons anymore, no guns, no nothing. it’s part of the bargain, part of the whole make amends shebang. don’t hurt anybody. he vaguely remembers telling his lawyer that that’d be a bad idea .  .  . and now here he is, face to face with the guy that every news room in the world has down as a notorious mutant terrorist.

“ now what ? am I next ? ”

[changelyng]

@magntokinesis​ said:  “ and i quote ! ”

—               }{  ❝ i’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that.  neither do i.  i have never died even once.  nothing has been proven yet.  stop making assumptions.  it’s rude. ❞

[kleineerde]

⟶ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @magntokinesis​

                           ———————— ❝ Good morning! Did you need something in particular? Something for someone special? ❞ she  steps  out  from  the rows  of  flowers  she  was  watering  and  tending  with  a  smile. ❝  The violets and pansies are always lovely this time of year and are a nice surprise from the typical go to of roses. ❞

[punishcrimea]

@magntokinesis​ said:  “You should lie down.”        post - trauma sentence starters

A SHARP PAIN FROM HIS BACK AND SIDE GOES UP. it pulsates through his body as he pulls the material of the Kevlar and the suit away to reveal by the mirror, the sight of a bruise. It’s ugly, purple and yellow and he is sure he has internal bleeding. The bruise almost hides other cuts and scars from 20 years of operating in Gotham City. The voice doesn’t make him turn, having felt the other’s presence, but it does cause Bruce to pull the fabric of the suit back where it was. “There’s no time to lie down.” And despite how dramatic it is, Bruce simply adds. “I’ll rest when we are finish. Or dead.” Either one. But not before.

[vjestyca]

@magntokinesis​ said:  🍰 * drops this here bc erik and wanda cooking together c: *

🍰     to    bake    something    with    my    muse .

—          HER MOTHER HAD been the one to cook when she was a child, django had other work to tend to, wanda did enjoy watching him build and carve things.  marya had always enjoyed cooking though.  she and wanda considered it their own special time, just the two of them.  they were memories wanda loved.  as such, it’s a different feeling to be cooking with erik.  difficult, but by no means bad.     ❝ you know, i had never considered you the cooking type. ❞     there’s a teasing tone in her voice, but she really is surprised.  a pause, keeping her gaze on what she’s doing when the next question leaves her lips.     ❝ did your mother teach you? ❞

[flyhighguy]

          starter from the  “  and I  quote  !  ” meme, here.   for @magntokinesis           ‘  your prompt:             person a:   so, what’s for dinner?             person b, staring at the food they just burned:   regret.  ‘

     There is a stench from the kitchen strong enough to make one's nostrils flare. It had been an attempt at doing something nice, but now Anakin is standing with his head above the smoking pan of charred food with a strong feeling of regret. No one had ever taught him to cook and he had stayed away from the duty while residing in the Underground to his best ability.

At the sound of someone joining him in the kitchen, he turns and looks with horror at Erik. Of all people why did it have to be him that should witness his catastrophe? He is quite embarrassed. When the other comments on the situation Anakin looks back at the pan and stabs at the burned content with the spatula in his hand. "Regret. ... That's what's for dinner." He sighs, but then a small smile forms on his lips. Somehow this utterly hopeless situation is a bit amusing.

[bastienprice-a]

@magntokinesis​​   from a sc.​

     The theatre is empty now, except for the people Bastien worked with who were packing away the machinery that were supposed to explain his magic, and one stranger who hasn’t left the auditorim yet. Though, maybe he’s not such a stranger after all as something about him feels oddly familiar. Bastien walks to stand at the edge of the stage and while pulling off a pair of white gloves he tries to make the man leave. “Show’s over.”

[shieldwielder]

         no amount of removing metal from his person would make him safe, and so he hadn’t bothered. if the man wanted to hoist him up by the belt buckle for the intrusion, well, steve could understand that. there was no shield, though, no uniform. he wasn’t here as a shield agent or an avenger. just as steve rogers, looking for a friend. ‘ i don’t mean to intrude, and i’m sorry if i am. i’m not here to cause problems. ‘

@magntokinesis​

[iinmortales]

            she’d gone to charles xavier first. the moment she realized she truly was back in her original reality ( a sense that had become built into her power over the years ), she’d gone to the professor first, not her father. and she could claim all she wanted that it was because xavier would be the only who could verify her story and who her father would trust. deep down in the hidden part of her heart, though, she was still afraid. but xavier had verified her story, and then had asked erik lehnsherr to join them. without telling her father anything. 

           and now he was standing in the room, looking at her, waiting for her to talk. ‘ mr. eisenhardt. hi. ‘ papa. papa, please recognize me. ‘ i’m the one that asked professor xavier to reach out to you. ‘

@magntokinesis​

[wscldier]

@magntokinesis​  ★

“  relax  .  i’m  NOT  here  for  anything  .  ”

[theasteriae-arc]

SEBASTIAN & ERIK. 

STARTER CALL / @magntokinesis​

He’s different, even from them—the wanderers, the outcasts, the people he thought he might finally fit in amongst. He had felt that way about the army once, a band of brothers, but watching those men—those boys—who should have been, who were, like a family to him, suffer and die one after the other at the hands of the scientists had showed him, he had no one. Even the family he had been born into didn’t want him now. Had they ever?

The community at Genosha, they were born with their powers. Sebastian was made into this unstable thing by men. He is a danger. He feels them watching him out of the corners of their eyes all the time, suspicious, waiting for him to snap.

Instead, before he can, he is packing. But someone’s coming to stop him—he knows it before the door opens and the floorboards creak under their new weight. A tiger’s sense of hearing is acute, and he recognises the footfalls, the breathing pattern, of Magneto from halfway across the lawn.

“Don’t.” Bash doesn’t turn around. He tosses the last of his clothes into his rucksack and pulls the strings tight, shouldering it the next second. “Please, don’t say anything, just- let me go.” He’d find his home somewhere else, someday.

[notafossil]

    ❝ I would like to assume you’re not here with bad intentions? ❞

@magntokinesis​  ♥’d

[inmutantarchived]

Send me a 🎶  and I’ll shuffle my playlist and use a line from the next song as a starter.

@magntokinesis​ asked: 🎶

“Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now...”

[vjestyca]

@magntokinesis​ / sc. infinitesimal - m.other mother

—          ❝ they say it started with a big bang, but they say it was really just a small thing.  strangely i’m feeling a big bang ‘cause i’ve been making something out of nothing. ❞