#that's his can in distance lol

[tenspontaneite]

Art from Assembly, chapter 1.

Drawn on my train yesterday.

[sysig]

The familiarity is not very comforting (Patreon)

[dieselocelot]

dutch going for a gutshot over a headshot is so petty he wanted this fucker to suffer. wanted micah to feel cheated just like he did

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

"Looks good!"

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance Link Attack - Paw Groove

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you should post screenshots of all the marvel rivals magneto lore for those of us who don’t have the game 👀

"Max Eisenhardt was born with a near-limitless Mutant ability to manipulate magnetic fields. Suffering a lifetime of brutal persecution, Magneto made it his mission to ensure the survival of Mutantkind, no matter the cost. His unyielding crusade often puts him at odds with other Mutants who seek more peaceful ways to coexist with humanity. Magneto led the campaign to gather the planet's Mutant population and transport them decades into the future to a safe haven on the sentient island Krakoa, protecting his brethren from the growing dangers of the wider world."

magneto lore description + his signature :) i'll come back to reblog and add to this post as the rest of the stories are unlocked!

full Trial of Magneto story below the cut screenshotted AND typed up by Yours Truly

As he gazed off into the distance towards the line where the ocean met the sky, Magneto's cape fluttered gently in the calm breeze that was drifting across the coast of the sentient island nation of Krakoa. His was a life far longer than most people ever had the chance to live, and this was one of the few moments of true peace that he could recall. But he knew from experience it would not last for long. It never did.

"Something on your mind, old man?" a familiar voice asked from above, breaking the silence. As Magneto glanced up, there, hovering on the wind like a majestic goddess, was Ororo Munroe -- the Mutant weather manipulator known as Storm.

"Funny, isn't it," mused Magneto, "that we fought all those years for a better future for Mutantkind... and now we have finally found it, further in the future than any of us ever imagined."

Not so long ago, the sovereign nation of Krakoa had been swept up in a chronal storm -- a time-twisting anomaly that would have ripped the island to bits if not for Ororo's deft manipulation of its tumultuous currents. Instead of becoming lost in the timestream forever, Krakoa arrived safely on the other side of the tempest in the year 2099. The future that Mutantkind had always dreamed of was finally theirs to claim. And Magneto was never one to let such an auspicious opportunity pass him by.

"It matters not what century we are in," Storm said. "What matters is that our people have a home here on Krakoa, thanks to you, Erik..."

Magneto cringed as his old friend called him by his human name. True, he had gone by many of them over the decades -- Max Eisenhardt, Erik Lehnsherr, Magnus -- but they were monikers he had merely tolerated in order to better fit into a world where Homo Sapiens still believed themselves in control. Here, in this new era, he could choose a name that spoke to who he truly was. Magneto -- the Mutant Master of Magnetism.

"I may be leading the cause to find our fellow Mutants and bring them to this safe harbor, my dear," said Magneto, "but the success of this crusade cannot be attributed to one Mutant alone."

"You're damn right it can't, bub," a grizzled voice snarled from the edge of the jungle that bordered Krakoa's shore.

Magneto and Storm both turned to see a familiar figure walking out of a newly-blossomed Krakoan gate. The short, hairy figure looked as though he had just been to hell and back. And knowing Wolverine, that could very literally be the case. Alongside Wolverine stood a young Mutant, just old enough for her powers to begin manifesting.

"Found the kid who got sucked through that dimensional rift," Wolverine continued. "She's lucky I went in there after her. Limbo is no place for a new Mutant."

"I couldn't disagree more," another voice said, this one with a hint of a Russian accent. "This New Mutant has managed just fine there."

"Illyana? Can it truly be?!" Storm rushed over to the young woman who had just stepped through the gateway, instantly wrapping her in an embrace. For years, Illyana Rasputin, the Mutant teleporter known as Magik, had been like a daughter to Storm. Before she was claimed by the darkness of Limbo... Before...

"Nice to see you too, Windrider," said Magik with an uncomfortable smirk. "It's been... longer than I care to remember."

Magneto stepped towards the new arrival, not embracing her, but examining her closely instead. There was something strange about her. It was clear that she had walked a far different path than the Illyana Rasputin of his world. This child had been hardened by the horrors of war, something to which Magneto himself could closely relate.

"You are not the child we once knew," Magneto said. "But you are welcome here on Krakoa. All Mutants are, regardless from where or when they hail."

"How about people who grew up thinking they were Mutants, only to h ave their entire world turned upside down when they learned the truth years later...?"

Magneto audibly gasped as the question was asked by another woman who had just arrived through the Krakoan gateway. His gaze instantly shifted over to her as she walked forward. Her every step stirred ripples across his memory, for he had been there when she had taken her very first ones so many years ago.

"Wanda..."

"Hello, father," the Scarlet Witch said as she approached Magneto with a calm confidence that few had ever shown in his presence. She reached up and began to slowly remove Magneto's helmet, an action that would almost certainly be met with instant retaliation should anyone else attempt it. But Magneto stood as silent as solid steel, simply basking in the magic of his long lost daughter's company. His stoic expression softened as Wanda leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"How... How can you be here?" Magneto managed to say. He could bend Adamantium into any shape with his Mutant power, but these simple words were somehow nearly impossible to form.

"It took a bit of work," Wanda mused. "I'm not technically a Mutant like you, after all, which means Krakoa wouldn't normally let me through its gates. But a touch of chaos magic did the trick."

"What I meant to say is..."

"Oh..." Wanda's playful tone vanished faster than a stage magician's pet rabbit. "Your Wanda... She's gone, isn't she? I'm sorry... This must be difficult..."

"Quite the opposite," Magneto said, regaining his composure. "To see your face again, to hear your voice, to know that -- somewhere in this fast Multiverse a version of you has thrive -- is perhaps the least difficult thing I could ever conceive. It is all that any father ever wants."

"I wouldn't say I've been thriving, exactly," Wanda admitted. "I've been holding my own universe together by its threads for far too long. I truly believed that I was its only hope to survive."

"Like father, like daughter," chuckled Wolverine.

"But I've started to see the bigger picture," Wanda continued. "We're all fighting our own wars. The only chance we have of winning them and keeping ll of our universes intact is if we start fighting together."

"Speakin' of fightin', I'm late for a date with Natasha," Wolverine said. "We've got ourselves a tin-plated dictator that needs overthrowin'."

Magneto almost chastised Wolverine for entrenching himself in the petty squabbles between the humans of this era, but he paused for a moment and considered his daughter's words. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps his own war to preserve Mutantkind was just one battle of many, all of them equally important.

"Since Krakoa arrived in this future, my allegiance has been to Mutantkind alone," said Magneto. "I felt it best to isolate our people in order to protect them. But your words inspire me, my dear. It is clear that no Mutant is an island."

"Except Krakoa, da?" Magik chimed in playfully.

"In order to commit to such an alliance, however, it must be a mutually beneficial one," Magneto continued. "There are still Mutants out there, lost across space and time, who require out assistance in order to lead them home."

"That sounds like the perfect task for a Sorceress Supreme," Wanda said. "But I'll require your help. As fond as I am of your classic look, I think we're in need of use a helmet that's a bit more functional."

"Of course," Magneto said, raising his hand into the air. Within moments, tiny scraps of metal buried beneath the sand of Krakoa's beaches converged and reshaped themselves in a complex yet familiar device once worn by Charles Xavier himself -- Cerebro.

"If I recall, old school Cerebro was capable of tracking down Mutants anywhere in the world," said Wanda. "But a few arcane enhancements should expand the helmet's search area to include adjacent dimensions as well. Like you said, all Mutants are welcome here, regardless from where or when they hail."

"Well?" said Magik, her eyes burning with anticipation. "Try it on already, old man!"

The moment Magneto put on the helmet, he saw flashes of powerful Mutants scattered across the Multiverse. A telepathic ninja trapped in a strange world of unholy amusements. A king of the seas preparing to strike at the unsuspecting surface world. A powerful cosmic presence determined to burn the darkness out of the night sky. And thousands more, each yearning to defy fate and to find their place in an ever-shifting cavalcade of timelines and realities.

"There is much work to be done," Magneto said. "Far more than I expected. When do we begin?"

"No time better than the present..." said Magik. "Or the future, I guess. Wherever we are."

"You have given Mutants a gift this day, Wanda," Magneto said proudly. "Your efforts will not be forgotten."

"I'm going to hold you to that," Wanda replied. "And when the time comes, the army that you're about to gather may very well be the one that tips the balance in our favor."

"Then let this be a call to all Mutants across time and space," Magneto continued. "The gates of Krakoa are open to them. In the words of a dear old friend..."

"...to me, my X-Men."

[hajihiko]

Tiny doodle before I gotta run off. Mob boss watching the pride parade

[skitskatdacat63]

His bullfighting days aren't over quite yet.

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[share-the-damn-bed]

Nancy realizing that Jonathan is still her partner in every way, shape, and form.

[herefortheships]

No, no, no. You don't know how feral I went over that BTS article about the costumes and makeup in BJBJ I reblogged tonight. It was just more confirmation for me that Betelgeuse was indeed written to be in real fucking love with Lydia in this movie! Like as if I needed any more confirmation, but yeah, you're telling me it was a conscious choice to make him look like he'd been waiting (for Lydia!) all these years? Like his costumes are designed around the man's pining! And his looks too! They literally even decided he'd gained weight and all. He was waiting around, longing all these years just for her, like??? I am absolutely feral. It's in the little details.

[skywalkr-nberrie]

I’m planning on writing a Vaderdala fic about Padmé trying to save Anakin and bring him back to the light with the love she knows he has for his wife and kids, and also the love they have for him instead of it being about Padmé trying to hide and run from Vader to protect her kids from his wrath. (because that’s so OOC) Vader wouldn’t have gone as far as he does if he knew that Padmé and his babies were alive. Padmé would never run away from Anakin, she’d do everything in her power to save him. And yes, all this could go in line with the narrative that Padmé joins the Rebellion and would want to fight on the forefront of it all.

[diamondnokouzai]

cherik are divorced soulmates because charles thinks that if his partner doesnt let him read his mind down to the original childhood trauma that its a red flag (theyre probably cheating on him) whereas magneto thinks that if charles so much as reads his mind to cheat at charades that it means charles has no respect for magnetos consciousness, conscience, boundaries (1/299)

[spasikonik]

an edek themed collage 🪲

[livsmessydoodles]

just saw someone on the tag shipping kenji and darius..... if ur one of those people PLEASE block me

[sskk-manifesto]

Next time we should just skip over ep 3 and do a chapters 84-87 reread

[lightseoul]

hello!!! can i ask if you headcanon katsuki as a cat or dog person? i imagine him and reader living together with a pet

i'm a fan of your 2k drabbles btw!! 💛

hello, nonnie! first off, thank you so much for the love <3 the drabbles have been a blast to write so far, and i'm looking forward to writing more in the upcoming days 💛

to answer your question, though, i have to be honest and say my first reaction was 'obviously, cat??? 🧍🏻‍♂️' and it's not just because you literally cannot spell katsuki without saying the word. for someone who canonically values his own space and independence, a cat might seem like a good pair for him. temperament-wise, i think cats match his personality better, too. not to mention bakugou's features and how his feline-like eyes and canines make him akin to the animal.

but if i look closely, i actually feel like katsuki is a dog person deep down. we all know how, despite his rough exterior, he is someone who has an immense sense of responsibility and cares so fucking much, and i feel like dogs (who are typically clingy) trigger those qualities in him. also, i think it melts his heart every time (though he will never admit it—no, he's carrying this one to the grave) whenever he gets reminded that a whole living being is fully, wholly dependent and in love with him. being able to care for and protect a dog is not only fulfilling for a closeted, pedantic nerd like him, but it also serves as a much-needed reminder that no matter how aggressive he may appear to be, he is perfectly capable of co-existing, gentleness, and nurturing.

as for breeds, though, i can see him raising either a german shepherd (because they're smart and protective and can be aggressive, yet are perfectly capable of love—a profile he tries to embody himself) or fostering a street dog. for the latter, i feel like he gets overprotective and gets hell-bent on caring for and training the dog and showing them off to pure-breed owners to exhibit how his dog is superior LOL