#mutant OC

[hermesserpent-stuff]

he got bone clawss. mink is tiny boi.

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My beloved xmen OC Pendemourn I commissioned from the fantastic @ronkoza

[donutdrawsthings]

Someone gifted me their X-Men OC so needless to say I've been having a category 5 autism event. Meet Ezra!

[w98pops]

havent drawn this guy in a long while

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isaac brace (imperium) redesign

[asimp4bee]

Odesa Abad, Ang Babaeng Bulkan | X-Men OC

Odesa Abad, born in the year of 1580, during the Spanish colonization of the Philippines. Odesa was born into a family of Filipino aristocrats in the Visayas region, her parents being Señora Dolores and Ginoong Crisanto. (Señora - lady; mrs / Ginoong - mister; sir; gentleman).

Her unique mutation is akin to volcanoes. Her mutation caused her eyes to be “covered” with magma rock, causing her vision of the world around her to be darkened though she can navigate her way around perfectly fine. She has a form she can transform into where she is engulfed in lava, fire, and magma rocks that she can manipulate to make her look covered.

Odesa is quite literally a walking volcano beneath the surface. Her lifespan has been extended similarly to a volcano (The lifespan of a volcano can vary from months to several million years according to Google). She is a pseudo-immortal, even though she can live for centuries; she can still die from fatal wounds so she isn't completely invincible.

Her human form is her being “dormant” whilst her volcanic form is her being “active”

I'll post more about her backstory soon :3

[thetinyscald-blog]

Present for my wife of her mutant OC Lily hanging out with Kurt ~

[vanessa-howlett]

How come the fossils are on Tumblr but no Jubilee ?

[cupsoupenjoyer003]

[He's right behind me isn't he??]

[idiot-mushroom]

x-men oc bc i couldn’t stop thinking abt this cool power i made up

[m4rv3l-girl]

Mind Games

Erik x Y/N

Erik didn’t know she was telepath. He has a very active imagination…

Requests Open!

Warnings: Mentions of sexual themes

Only a few weeks had passed since the introduction of Erik Lehnsherr to Y/N. The introduction had been brief but left an aura of lingering tension between them. Y/N couldn't help but notice how Erik's eyes find their way toward her in a room full of people. What Erik didn't know, however, was that every thought in his head was available to her like an open book.

Y/N's mutant ability? She could read minds, and Erik's was a particularly loud one-borderline inappropriate most of the time, to say the least. He thought he was subtle, but his inner monologue told her otherwise.

Tonight they were in the kitchen, alone. The others had all gone off to bed and only the two of them were left behind in the silent space bathed in the soft, indirect light from above. Erik stood by the counter, drinking his coffee without really tasting it while Y/N leaned against the island, stirring a cup of tea.

They spoke of everything under the sun but his mind was elsewhere.

"She's beautiful." "She probably doesn't even like me, though." "God, what I wouldn’t give to kiss her-”

Y/N stifled a smile. She'd gotten used to the whirling chaos of Erik's thoughts, full of admiration and compliments with the stray thought that, more times than not, could have turned the kitchen ten degrees hotter. Tonight, though, was different, and Y/N could feel it even before Erik's next thought echoed in her head.

“She has such gorgeous lips. I bet they’re soft…bet they’re good at-..No, no don’t think that.”

“But, then again….she’d look good on her knees. Looking up at me. Her mouth around my-”

Y/N's spoon clattered onto the counter, breaking the silence. Erik's eyes snapped up to hers in surprise.

"Sorry," she muttered, tucking back a laugh. She looked at him and saw the faintest flush on his cheeks. He hadn't any idea she'd just heard his most intimate thought.

She'd been playing this game, concealing her skills from Erik for weeks now. She found it amusements-end that, with quite a frequency, his mind veered off in dangerous directions. It wasn't that she didn't like him- quite the opposite. He was magnetic, charming in a brooding sort of way. There was attraction between them, mutual in its forging, though only Y/N was cognizant of both sides.

But standing here, her mind traipsing further down a road she probably shouldn't follow, Y/N knew it was time to show her hand. "Erik," she said, breaking the comfortable silence. He raised an eyebrow, setting his coffee cup down. "What is it, darling?" She hedged, watching his response closely. His brow furrowed with concern, probably misreading the seriousness in her expression.

Y/N took a deep breath. "I'm a mutant, like you," she blurted out, and he nodded, expecting her to continue. "But my ability… is that I can hear people's thoughts."

Erik blinked at her, bewildered at first, then realization dawned on him. His mouth opened, though nothing was heard coming from it. She could practically see gears turning in his head. All that stuff he had been thinking for the last couple of weeks piled onto him in one second.

"She heard. everything?!" "Oh God, shit. Oh, hell."

His face flushed red as he stared at her, mortified. "You- you've been,” "Listening to you?" Y/N finished for him with her lips twitching into a grin. "Yeah, I have."

Erik groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Dear God, I thought I was being subtle." "Not even a little, Erik." Y/N couldn't help it and burst out laughing. It was a rare sight, the ever-composed Erik flustered like that.

He peeked at her between his fingers. "And you've heard…. Everything I've been thinking?" "Mm-hmm," Y/N replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of her tea like this was the most normal conversation in the world. "You've had some pretty interesting thoughts, Erik." Erik looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. "Darling-”

Y/N stepped closer, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Relax. It's not like I didn't already know how you felt."

He blinked at her again, this time less with embarrassment, more with curiosity. "You did?"

"I've known since the first time you walked into the room," she admitted, softer then. "And, for the record, I don't mind your thoughts. I kinda like them."

A small smile turned up the corners of Erik's lips; his embarrassment was quickly replaced with one of more confidence. He closed the space between them, stepping closer to her. "You could've told me sooner, love."

Y/N shrugged, placing her cup on the counter. "Where's the fun in that?”

Erik laughed, his hands tenderly reaching out to lay on her hips. "I just can't believe I spent weeks making a fool of myself inside of my own head."

"Oh, you were doing just fine out loud too," Y/N teased, grinning back up at him.”

He smirked, his hand lifting to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Well, since you already know what I've been thinking, there's no point in hiding it anymore, is there?"

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat as he leaned in, his voice dropping lower. "You've been driving me insane, darling. Every time I see you.”

Y/N's breath caught, her mind buzzing with the proximity. "You could have said something." "I'm saying it now," Erik murmured, his lips inches from hers. "Unless you've changed your mind?" "Not at all, dear," Y/N whispered, closing the distance.

Their lips met in a slow, heated kiss, and for once, Erik didn't have to say a word. But Y/N was more than happy to hear every single, dirty thought running through his mind.  She knew it was going to be a hell of a lot more fun now that the game was out in the open.

[the-spider-haven]

cringe culture’s dead, let me draw my x-men OC hanging out with Nightcrawler 😓😓

extra stuff under the cut

[dingoat]

I should share a few more of my art fight pieces I guess! Had an absolute blast this year and did a number of pieces I'm super pleased with, including this revenge on @tehriel !

[donutdrawsthings]

I've been so obsessed with X-men, I've decided to make my own fan character. Meet Mateo! He's a trans masc mutant with the ability to replicate a person's personality and memories. Backstory under the cut!

Mateo is a mutant with the ability to perfectly mimic a person's personality and memory, living or deceased. When his parents first discovered this ability, he mimicked the personality of his late grandma. His mother never asked her how she always made a certain pie and regretted it for years. Then one day she found her child acting strange, and baking that exact pie she so fondly remembered. What could have been a wholesome moment however, quickly turned into something to exploit. Just a year later Mateo found himself mimicking personalities of the deceased left and right, under the guise that they'd be speaking to the actual ghost of said person. All a paid service, of course. One of which Mateo saw not a cent of. Mateo would often get stuck in a personality, and the more people he had to mimic, the longer he'd stay stuck. He couldn't maintain any friendships and a regular life was not on the table in the slightest. So one day, when he was feeling a slither of himself again, he ran.

That's how he found the school for the gifted :o] He realised that without a personality to mimic, he wasn't really sure who he was in the first place. What his likes are and if he even has a favourite colour. So in this school, surrounded by fellow mutants, he started to find himself and explore his identity (gender and otherwise!).

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of times forgotten

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dump of imperium and his ever growing gaggle of girl friends