#teenage charles

[darealsaltysam]

all the profiles i made for my silly xmcu tweets :3

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[technically-human]

Valentine's Day!!

The boys finally get a happy moment after going through the canon events

This was a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are so thank them for the cuteness!

The bonus is completely my fault though:

[redbeanmochin]

Me while writing my blogs

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.

[valyrfia]

we need to start bullying charles the way max fans do when he is being homotron 3000 cos wtf do you mean!!! what about the 2.7%!!!!!! charles i know what you are 🫵🫵🫵🫵

All of us are out here like “2.7% THE CHAMPIONSHIP IS OURS IL PREDESTINATO REGNA FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE” meanwhile our goat is out here making eyes at Max Verstappen and going “oh I don’t want Max to do badlyyy 🥺” like WHERE IS YOUR FIRE WHERE IS YOUR RAGE! HE’S LITERALLY JUST A GUY! HIT HIM WITH YOUR CAR!

[rystiel]

toxic yaoi (cherik)

toxic yaoi (scogan)

healthy toxic yaoi (poolverine)

healthy yuri (yukionic)

[letraspal]

Mother

[alterego77]

Day 11 Prompt: Halloween

[boiohboii]

A broken house

(Charles leclerc x daughter! Reader)

Masterlist

I just saw remembered this heartbreaking scene from an old theatre play (is that what they're called?), like when colors on tv first became a thing old, and I just had to write it down. WARNING: implications of cheating, abandoning children, Charles is not a good guy at all, a daughter confronting her dad, not proofread, just something quick right before bed

Charles never imagined he would ever be in this situation.

When he first held yn in his arms, his precious, precious daughter, his oldest and the apple of his eyes, he vowed to never hurt her, to never see her cry and to never let her expirence heartbreak, so what was he supposed to do when she's standing right in front of him cheeks flushed, fists by her side and angry tears falling out of her eyes.

He was the reason, he was the reason and he never thought he'd be. And to make it all worse, he doesn't feel sorry. He doesn't know where it all went wrong and he doesn't know when he became so cold-hearted towards the sunshine of his life, his pride and joy. But it's too late now, too late to try and talk, too late to try to explain and too late to even get a speck of the love yn held in her eyes for him. He knew it was too late. It was just too late.

"So what," yn refused to accept her father's silence, she needed to hear him say it, admit to his wrongdoings "you're just gonna leave us?"

"You don't understand," Charles tried to reason, his eyes not even meeting his daughter's identical ones "she needs help."

"THAT'S YOUR REASON!" yn's voice boomed through the empty house, thanking anything and everything that her mother and siblings aren't home yet "that's your reason to abandon us! What about mum huh? what about your wife? The woman WHO SACRIFICED HER YOUTH FOR YOU! TO FOLLOW YOU! TO HELP YOU! And what of my siblings, what are they gonna do? What did they do to deserve this? What did any of us do to deserve this?"

Yn looked at her father, slowly walking towards him, she refused to believe that's the same man who showed her what love is, who carried her on her shoulders to hear her laughter, who promised to sheild her from the world's treachery. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, the man who promised to protect her is the one clawing at her heart and watching it bleed, too much of a coward to even lift his eyes from the floor.

"Please," yn's voice broke as she thought of her home tearing apart, her mother and her baby siblings "please take a moment and think about it, about our family, just for five minutes. Please."

"I'm not going to waste my time."

Yn's breath hitched in her throat, her voice gaining power as her disappointment and anger took over, yet still so quite.

"All four of us don't even deserve five minutes of your time. Are you that impatient to leave with her? Don't worry, I won't hold you back, but I swear to you, I swear on everything that you believe in that you will regret it. There will be a day where you will wish for the time to go back for an hour, a minute or even a second, you will wish you'd have thought this through and really kept in mind who actually loved you before you ruined it all. But even if all the years turn back, we will never forgive you, we will never miss you and we will never think of you as the man you once were. We will never love you again."

Yn doesn't know where it all went wrong, she doesn't know how could 20 years of loving someone, your father, all just go down the drain because of one voice call. She doesn't know what she's supposed to do or what's she supposed to tell her mother, her siblings, her grandparents, but she knew one thing; it was too late to try and talk her father out of it, too late to not let this moment tarnish all the good memories they had together, too late to even leave a bit of her love for her father in her heart. It was just too late.

[stinkrat-aleks]

going through your ao3 bookmarks (since your writing is fire, your bookmarks have to amazing i don't make the rules) and omg that hunger games au looks incredibleeee

first of all i did not realize ppl looked at my bookmarks dkdjskdndk second of all YES THE CHERIK HUNGER GAME AU IS SO FUN AND AMAZINGLY DEVELOPED!!!! I highly recommend esp because it's written by my friend @ironhusband

I have posted fanart of her AU before but I'll repost it here :)

[jo-ula]

[darealsaltysam]

xmcu tweets part 6 !!! you ask and i deliver :3

+ laura’s profile below the cut !!!

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[wishchip106]

why is it whenever i look at this i think of a couple that just received the news that they got a miscarriage

like that one scene from up 😭

idk whether to laugh or cry at that

mpreg Charles Xavier real but at what cost 😿

[amascomet]

Chucky Trailer and new tales of the tmnt images dropped yesterday. Big day for me

[heyitsspaceace]

thinking about how empty charles and edwin’s lives would have been if they never died. like the concept of death, especially their deaths, are horrid and unfair. but if they never died they would have never found each other. even in death things can beautiful and that tears me up from the inside out. it’s not till death do us part, but when death brings us together.

[valyrfia]

sometimes i like to think about what it would be like to show a picture like this to teenage charles and sit back and slowly watch a resolve form behind his eyes to murder max verstappen before it’s too late