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♪ & ♥

♪: A song (or two) that I associate with my character

preacher, by keaton henson

♥: Most wanted AU

just a non-616 verse-- no special powers, no mutations, no superheroes. Magnus is a divorced man denied access to his children, with the world seemingly against him. the only one who manages to soothe his rage is the man who regularly helps him at the library, who isn’t angry with the world at all, despite his handicaps. 

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✌

✌ - a memory of a relative

      threads of golden hair, shining in the sun, cheeks rosy and round, the      epitome of a graceful childhood. small hands fumbling at his face,       reaching skyward to brush over his stubble. an easy smile curves thin      lips as he angles towards it, pressing kisses to chubby palms. squeals      of delight fill his ears, and even as he soothes her, hands now gentle      with love and familial instinct, his heart sits at ease in his breast.           ░▒▓  ʜᴜsʜ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴʏᴀ. ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ...  ▓▒░     

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misconceptions: magnus is either a genocidal psychopath set on killing all humans, or a heroic woobie who was never a villain at all

SEND ME A MISCONCEPTION YOU THINK PEOPLE HAVE ABOUT MY CHARACTER AND I’LL EXPLAIN IF IT’S TRUE OR NOT

     this is suuuch a common and spot-on misconception that it immediately made me frustrated and nearly angry, because i’m forced to see it all the time. neither of these are true, although in some situations and circumstances, i can understand and forgive people who see him as a genocidal psychopath.      let me try to break this meta down and make it semi-legible.      first of all: i am a firm believer in the ‘Magneto was Right’ movement. he was absolutely right from the very beginning, and people in 616 are only just beginning to realize that. while his core ideology (mutants must strike out before they are extinguished; mutants are the next step of humanity), i think, is mostly spot-on and true, he doesn’t stick to that ideology very strictly. he’s added a lot of extraneous ideas on top of that, most of which involve extermination of humans. that is not, i do not think, a part of his actual, core ideology. that is something he gained upon reflection of the holocaust, in a very roundabout way. it’s expounded by his previous experiences - how can he allow humans to live, when they expressly created things like sentinels? to him, it seems obvious that these other details should be added onto his ideology.      this brings me to my second point on how he isn’t a genocidal psychopath: there is a lot of very obvious cognitive dissonance regarding his actions surrounding murder. he is very aware that a lot of his actions are nazi-esque, because he’s been compared to hitler more than once. he vehemently denies that, all while proclaiming superiority of his race, and trying to make a sanctuary, as hitler did with aryans. he rationalizes it by the knowledge that his people truly are at risk, they are marginalized and could be extinguished if someone like him doesn’t fight for them. after all, how can an oppressed minority be in the wrong for trying to preserve their lives?      the issue with him is that he sees things in an incredibly black and white way, despite being nestled in a very morally gray area. to him, his ‘truths’ and ideology are obvious and should be taken for granted as true, because in his experience, they are true. he’s not quite willing to see things in shades of gray, because that makes his goals harder to reach - that’s why he departed from Xavier’s side, because Xavier is willing to go through introspection and examine if what he does is right, and is willing to see the shades of gray.      now does this mean he’s a hero who did no wrong? absolutely not. just because his cause is righteous doesn’t mean his actions are. he’s committed terrible, terrible acts, but because he views them as necessary to his cause, in a way, they are justifiable.      magneto is firmly a villain, but in his core, he is a villain because he strives to do good for his people. 

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thephoenixrachelsummers:

Oh he was not serious. Rachel bit her lips to keep from braying crazy laughter in his face. It was more of a “laugh or you’ll cry” moment. Magneto wanted her to join her. Magneto. The same man who kept her from killing some bigoted humans who had hurt Kitty. The same man who had heard what she had gone through. And he wanted HER?

No. That wasn’t right. He wanted the Phoenix. The force that was now pulsing curiously in her head, thrumming through her cells. Power, he wanted power.

“Don’t you ever get tired of hearing yourself say that?” She said once she got herself under control.

     humiliation plagues his mind for a minute, keen eyes recognizing every      minute expression on her face, which betrays her. instinct tells him to       make her regret it, punish her, make her pay for the humiliation--       but it’s a childish response. instead he takes it in stride, allowing only      for a disgruntled, annoyed expression to overtake him. a silent effort,      he straightens his spine, broadens his shoulders, trying to look every      inch a king.            ░▒▓  ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ sᴜᴄʜ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇs ᴏɴʟʏ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜᴇɴ                     ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ.  ▓▒░

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nottheteamsociopath:

Tommy was quiet as he watched his grandfather add more and more sugar to his cup, not touching his own. The older man looked as uncomfortable as Tommy felt, they were both very private about certain aspects of their life.

Having family issues was probably the thing they had most in commmon with each other. Forcing them to interact was probably the worst thing to do. But here they were.

“Just until this guy hunting down people with magic gets dealt with. Me and Billy being made by magic, twice, means I count as a target.”

He switches their coffee after Grampa Erik makes the face, pouring a good amunt of cream in it. He took a big swig of it, then hopped onto the counter.

“Apparently, whatever magic I do have isn’t good enough to help. Billy’s is.” There was almost an undertone of ‘of course, I’m not good enough.’

     while once he might have known instinctively the words needed to       remedy the injured feelings of this situation, now he finds himself       floundering. that same desire for family still burns hot and bright      within his breast, but the instincts surrounding it have faded with time.       it is why, rather than approaching his grandson, he simply leans       against the counter opposite him, quietly observing. through       what little time he had been afforded with the boys, he has       gleaned that they  require a dedicated watchful eye; he doesn’t      intend to be the one to allow Tommy to escape.            ░▒▓  ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅɪғғᴇʀs, Tᴏᴍᴍʏ; ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ʜɪs ɢɪғᴛs ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ                     ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ��ʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ.  ▓▒░      he pauses briefly, silently but gratefully taking the untainted mug.       a sip cleanses his palate, and he nods vaguely to himself.            ░▒▓  ʜᴍᴘʜ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘғᴜʟ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀʜ, ᴇʀʀᴀɴᴅ,                     ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴇǫᴜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ.  ▓▒░

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twoclaw:

    “ i was taught– ”

she anger and fear and pure animal instinct. 

magneto has lost something - a screw is loose - and laura knows that if she does not do anything there will be more blood shed on these crumbled concrete roads and buildings. she can’t have that. she keeps her claws inside, hoping to god he doesn’t decide to pull them or twist them or malform them from her body because these are one part she can not grow back anymore. it’s not a possibility. the adamantium does not allow it.

green eyes flash, tinging red, pupils pinpricks, as she runs towards him. there isn’t a damn minute for thought. she has to keep running, running, running, until she finds leverage to jump into the air. She soars, limbs loose as she holds a hand into a fist. 

      “ – to never give up! i will not fall to the likes of you, MAGNETO! ” 

     the surge of pure POWER in his veins is invigorating, reminds him      what it is to live, to feel, to experience all that it means to be a       Mutant. how could humans ever hope to overcome a race to which      this comes naturally? that this power is to be short-lived for him is      beside the point. that he can access it at all -- means everything.       who better to show the humans as an example than one of this clan?       perhaps he will capture the lot of them, pry the magnetized ions from      their skeletons and truss them up by their own weaponry, crucified      like the idols of old.       he considers it now, watching her devour the distance between them,      not moving to stop her until she is unjustifiably near: a hand is raised      in opposition, almost gentle, graceful, as compared to her violent      approach. upraised palm buffets against the metal in her fist, striving      to stop her there, floating in the air before him, helpless.            ░▒▓  ɴᴏ, ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ. ɪ sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ.                     ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴀʀᴛʏʀ?                     ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ sᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀs ᴀɴ X-Mᴀɴ.  ▓▒░

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acertainfemininemystique:

his words make her ruffle, make her angry. he preaches their superiority and he compares HER to the nazis? she’s trying not to let him get under her skin, but he’s aggravatingly good at that.

       ❝ whoever said anything about idleness, erik?           you think that just because i haven’t joined           up with YOU that i’m not doing anything?           careful with that ego, lehnsherr. it’s going to           blind you one day. ❞

     fingers creep into the cracks of the city itself, prying out information at      dear cost, eager, as ever, to keep tabs on his own kind. those who had      once considered themselves comrades, friends, are now little above      targets to be watched; Mystique is only one of many of these, to Erik.       it is why her conjectures and objections do cause little but a curl of the      lip, a mild scowl with vague intention. careless insults deflect from him,      as he shrugs them off, unbothered and unfettered by her own morals.           ░▒▓  ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ��ᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ                     ғᴏʀ ᴍᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛs, ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅs                     ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ.  ▓▒░      a pointed pause fills the space between his words before he continues.            ░▒▓  ʏᴇᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅs ʏɪᴇʟᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ғʀᴜɪᴛ. ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ                     ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪᴅʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ sᴜᴄʜ ɪɴᴀᴅᴇǫᴜᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ.  ▓▒░

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               ░▒▓    ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ sᴏ ɪᴅɪᴏᴛɪᴄ, ᴊ��ᴀɴ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙɪʀᴅ ᴛᴏ                            ʙᴇ ᴄᴀɢᴇᴅ, ɴᴏʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʟᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇᴏᴜs.                            ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜs, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ                            ʙᴇ sʜᴏᴡɴ   ʀ ᴇ ᴀ s ᴏ ɴ.    ▓▒░

                       ❛     i may be alone, but i’ll have NO problem defending myself against you if need be, magneto.     ❜

                                                          @viindico || starter call

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-- i have enough replies queued to keep them going for the next two days...have some old old ask memes incoming, as well... other replies to be done at a later date--

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--wandering around doing drafts today, to be queued up--

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     ❛ oh, monsters are scared. that’s why they’re monsters.

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♥ ~

♥:Most wanted AU

     Magnus as a kid/teenager, while he’s still in Auschwitz. Imagine being methodically tested upon, brainwashed, pitted against his own kind. Imagine that he doesn’t learn the kindness of love from Magda, that he never learned to embrace his own mutations, but to despise them. Imagine that he truly was the beast that so many mistake him to be. 

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✘ !

Send a “✘” for my muse’s reaction to your muse’s face mere inches from their’s.

     that he allows a human, a non-Mutant, so close to him speaks highly     to his need for her. nothing but a pawn, a tool, a weapon, but the fact     that she continues to draw in breath is due to his benevolence. he is     prideful enough not to need to verbalize such things; should she push     his kindness, she will find herself sorely regretting it. her shouts don’t     prompt the fear she must have hoped to invoke: threats of avengers,     shield interference, do little but bring a wry smile to his lips. like a      predator, incisors bare to her, chin tilting down to meet her eyes.      pure silence permeates the air between them as she finishes her fit,     visibly deflated. it is not until she shrinks back, perhaps realizing her     mistake, that Magnus deigns to address her, voice callous and uncaring,     so obviously unimpressed that all onlookers cringe from the scene.            ░▒▓  ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴀɪn  ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟʏ  ᴀᴛ  ᴡʜᴀᴛ  ғᴇᴡ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇs ɪ ʀᴇᴛᴀɪɴ                      ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʜᴜᴍᴀɴᴋɪɴᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ?                       ᴍᴍ?  ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ–  ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴏᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ? ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ                       ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪᴠᴇʟɪʜᴏᴏᴅ.  ▓▒░

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SEND ME A SYMBOL AND I WILL TELL YOU:

♪: A song (or two) that I associate with my character

♥: Most wanted AU

♦: Someone I follow and never roleplay with but enjoy watching from afar

♣: The url I wanted but didn't get

♠: A character I desperately want to roleplay with

‽: An unpopular/unusual ship with my character that I love

✄: Something about my portrayal that differs from others

✰: A reaction image I will probably never use

☠: A popular fanon headcanon about my character that bugs me

☢: Something about my character that I've never explored but want to

☃: A character I played on a whim and gave up on

✌: A character I played on a whim and FELL IN LOVE WITH

❅: A character I'm tempted to play

✔: What got me into roleplaying

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✘

Send a "✘" for my muse's reaction to your muse's face mere inches from their's.            ░▒▓  ᴊᴜʙɪʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪsᴍ ɪs ᴘᴏᴏʀ.  ▓▒░     a soft, fatherly tsk follows his words, head shaking minutely. it is a     hot-headedness that he knows all too well; it plagued him through     his youth, got him into -- and out of -- a good many dangerous     situations. though he regrets such things little, he desires better of     his students. to be granted his respect, they must outperform him     at every turn, and as of the moment--     jubilee is not.      large hands push her back, forcing distance between them as he     he turns away, seeming, for the moment, to shun her; same hands     reach forth, pressing a button to prompt the simulation to repeat.      as holograms flicker to life, Magnus sits down, legs crossed,      waiting for her childish anger to subside, her fight to resume.            ░▒▓  ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴊᴜʙɪʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴀɴ                      x-ᴍᴇɴ ᴍᴏɴɪᴋᴇʀ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ                       ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Wʀᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ.  ▓▒░

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Go anon and pretend to be my character's child.

I don’t care if we ship, I love the idea of kids

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✘

Send a "✘" for my muse's reaction to your muse's face mere inches from their's.      all that alerts him is a flash of crimson hair, a blur of blue, before he     is confronted with golden, inhuman eyes; accusatory, filled with fury.     although the threat is there, silent, Magnus knows it is idle. by now,     she must surely know better than to face him toe to toe; should she     desire his pain or death, she must use stealth to her advantage.     no, she is here for confrontation only, and so Magnus doesn’t bother     to fear, nor even to blink, at her approach. the old man stands all      the straighter, deciding, as ever, to fully participate in this little pissing     contest. at full height, burly chest inflated, the disparity between their     size, their strength, finds itself on full display. though he listens to her     silently, there is no hesitation in answering her reproachful demands.            ░▒▓  ᴡʜᴏ ғᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ, ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ..? ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴛʜᴇ                      ᴄʜᴀʀɪsᴍᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴇᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ, ɴɪɢʜ sɪɴɢʟᴇ-                      ʜᴀɴᴅᴇᴅʟʏ? ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴀs ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʙᴇsᴛ, ᴍʏsᴛɪǫᴜᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ                       ʙᴇɴᴇғɪᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀsʜɪᴘ, ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀs. ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ.  ▓▒░