heavy metal broke my heart

Mankind is set to enter a new era. If they are unprepared, then it is they who should suffer for it, not us. And if they think otherwise, then they deserve what punishment they would bestow upon us. Independent Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto blog M!A Status: Accepting

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revamp notice

hey everyone! lani here.

i’ve been gone a long while off this blog, and I’ve had this blog for a really long time and things have changed with my character interpretation, and I really wanna revamp/soft reset things for that.

this is going to be a much more 616 based magneto from now on, though I will still have verses for xmcu stuff, because I know a lot of my old partners are from that sphere. but I just really want to expand and I love how much more I can do with 616 erik

once I get back from my vacation, I’ll probably be making him a new theme and what not but until then! just consider this a soft reset.

I’ve got a lot of unanswered asks and dead drafts that I can’t muster the muse for, so if there’s something you’d really like me to reply to, let me know, if not, I’m gonna empty out my drafts at the end of the week when I revamp my blog.

thank you all so much for sticking around through everything!

[thecorteztwins]

@dxngermagnet If mutants thought things bad before Alcatraz, well, they were worse now. That incident had not only turned public opinion that much more against them, it had gotten the attention of the whole damn world too. Lots of mutants in other countries blamed Magneto and his lot for that, or blamed the X-Men. But some blamed the humans. Like these four did. They had held off making a nuisance of themselves to the humans in their home countries so that they’d still be able to travel easily, to come from Spain to America. And now that they were here, they were ready to make up for that. Here was where it was most needed, anyway, here was where it was worst, the hate crimes being committed, the laws being talked about–but here was where the resistance had been birthed as well. By a man named Magneto.

Finding him not been easy. Case in point, the human government had obviously unable to do it, what chance did four civilians have? But they had found the underground community of his supporters. They were a tight-lipped lot— the US government had of course thought to try to send worms into their midst to get this same info—but Anne Marie could mind-control the truth out of them. It didn’t make them any friends, but it was for the best; they’d surely forgive them when their leader, their savior, was returned. And in this way, they had learned the horrible truth, of how he had been…been…to called it cured was an irony too perverse to speak, killed was closer. Anne Marie in particular had been devastated by the news—she looked to him as more than a leader, as a religious figure sent by the Lord himself to help mutantkind, so if he had been felled…it shattered a lot for her, and her hope for their people. But Fabian had an idea. He always did. They just needed to find him. And now they had. The Morlock tracker known only as Caliban had said others had asked–or tried to force—him to find Magneto many times, and he couldn’t, he no longer had the mutant signal. But with Fabian boosting Caliban power…he had been able to pick it up, though he said it was faint, weak, crippled. Good. That gave Fabian another idea. One he did not share with the others. They approached in public; Fabian counted on Magneto having the sense not to want to make a scene and inadvertently reveal himself to the public once again, which would risk being captured. He might have ‘lost’ his powers but it didn’t erase his crimes. Not that these four intended any harm, but, well, a wanted man was unpredictable, he might not wait to hear them out as friends. They were all absurdly tall. Anne Marie, the only woman, was the shortest at 6′1…and the giant Delgado who stood by default at 6′8 but could get even bigger. Muscular too, especially Delgado, except for Chrome who was built like a stick. It could be intimidating to have them just…walk up to you in a park where you were a nice old man just minding your own business. And it could be disconcerting with how the woman (if he could tell she was a woman) was staring, boggling, looking at him like he was the Holy Ghost itself. It was Fabian who spoke first, as usual in their bunch. Alright, he thought, You get one chance. Don’t ruin it. He spread his hands in a gesture of peace, and began, “My Lord, we’ve been searching for you. Please, don’t be alarmed. We come as followers, not foes. Your people need–” And then Anne Marie threw herself at Magneto’s feet. She was crying. Oh, goddammit!

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Losing his powers had been the harshest blow to Magnus’s psyche. They were more than a defense, more than a method to achieve his ends. His powers were a part of his identity, a part of who he was. 

            Erik Magnus Lehnsherr. Max Eisenhardt.                  Jew. Mutant. Terrorist. Activist.

The words others defined him by, and the words he defined himself by. And losing his powers took a part of that identity away.

He’d spent months depressed and in hiding- the government still wanted him for his crimes, after all. Powers or not, he was a wanted man and would surely be executed if anyone would found him. Some still considered him a symbol of the resistance, after all, and the government couldn’t let symbols live- they gave people hope.

Some days Magnus was certain his powers were still within reach. Some days he thought he could feel the metal around him, calling to him, crying out. Trying to comfort him in the dull silence that came in his powers’ absence.

             But then, just as he reached for them, they stole away again.

Dressed as inconspicuously as possible, Magnus sat in the park with a hat drawn over his face. Even in hiding, he had to go out every once in a while. Too much time spent indoors and he got antsy. Dangerous.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the four people approaching, body tense. Powers or not, he could fight if necessary, and was ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. Steel-grey eyes looked from face to face, sizing them up silently.

At Fabian’s words, Magnus’s brow furrowed in momentary confusion, but before he could open his mouth to ask how they found him, what they wanted, who they were, the shortest among them fell at his feet, sobbing and crying. Reaching out, he tried to hush her, looking around suspiciously to see if anyone had noticed her behavior.

            “What are you doing?                   You’re going to make a scene, child.               And the last thing anyone wants in these trying times...                     Is a scene involving unusual people.” 

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revamp notice

hey everyone! lani here.

i’ve been gone a long while off this blog, and I’ve had this blog for a really long time and things have changed with my character interpretation, and I really wanna revamp/soft reset things for that.

this is going to be a much more 616 based magneto from now on, though I will still have verses for xmcu stuff, because I know a lot of my old partners are from that sphere. but I just really want to expand and I love how much more I can do with 616 erik

once I get back from my vacation, I’ll probably be making him a new theme and what not but until then! just consider this a soft reset.

I’ve got a lot of unanswered asks and dead drafts that I can’t muster the muse for, so if there’s something you’d really like me to reply to, let me know, if not, I’m gonna empty out my drafts at the end of the week when I revamp my blog.

thank you all so much for sticking around through everything!

[apprcnticesuprcmc]

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@dxngermagnet​

              ▸ To put it simply Billy was, well… He was exhausted.

              ▸ The Brotherhood had been looking for this one mutant for a handful of days, now - Some pyrokinetic who’d gotten in a big enough scuffle with the NYPD to get a story in on the news - and so far there hadn’t been much progress. For a guy whose big claim to fame was lighting things on fire, he was turning out to be surprisingly good at hiding. The witch had been determined to be the one to find him, though. Being the youngest, newest and least experienced mutant, Billy often had plenty of reason to feel like he had to prove himself; Not necessarily to the other members - He could really care less about what most of them thought - but rather to their leader. He knew he’d been the one invited to join them and had been told already that his gifts would prove invaluable to them once he learned how to use them, but… It didn’t stop him from feeling like he had to contribute more now.

              ▸ So, here he was, staring at his phone with hooded eyes lids, leaning heavily onto a table with his face resting on his palm. The number of “Crazy fire guy takes on cops” videos he’d watched on Youtube this past week was astronomical and with how little sleeping he’d done, too busy trying to crack this, they were all beginning to blur together. He was in the middle of yet another one, believing this one to be as uninformative as the last when something caught his eye. He paused the video to get a better look at it. It was small, maybe nothing, but it was worth a shot. Pushing back his chair, he rushed out to inform Magneto.

              ▸ “Sir, I- Woah.” He pulled up short in the doorway of the magnokinetic’s office, the sudden stop making him a little dizzy. He leaned into the frame and closed his eyes a moment until it’d passed. “-I think I found something that can help us get that guy we’ve been looking for.”

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The Brotherhood had dozens of projects going on at once, and perhaps Erik’s greatest responsibility was keeping them all balanced. New mutants in need of protection or aid were popping up everywhere, news of containment and research facilities floated like dandelion seeds on the wind, and it was his job to fish out the vital information and use it as best he could. 

       It kept him sleepless most night, but that was a low price.            He would give much more to keep his people safe.

Finding the firestarter was a high priority- he would be a good inclusion to their raiding team if he was willing, and even if he wasn’t, mutants with ‘dangerous’ powers were unsafe when pursued by humans. They’d lock him up, and Erik wasn’t about to sit by and let that happen- he had lost so many people, he couldn’t even think of refusing to help someone who needed it.

Magneto felt the witch coming before he saw him- it was his usual method of identification, everyone carried different metal on them, and he could identify all of the Brotherhood by those objects. He was still getting used to Billy’s, but the young man came in with news often enough that his phone, at least, was familiar.

Looking up from his desk, Erik couldn’t help but notice, as he always did, the familiarity of Billy’s features. His face shape reminded Erik so much of Wanda, but the magnetist couldn’t fathom why. Her sons were lost long ago, after all.

Waving him over, Erik sat up, clearing his throat, “Come, come, sit- you look as if you’re about to collapse, Wiccan. Have you slept? Eaten? Show me what it is you’ve seen and I’ll send for food.”

[dxngermagnet-blog]

revamp notice

hey everyone! lani here.

i’ve been gone a long while off this blog, and I’ve had this blog for a really long time and things have changed with my character interpretation, and I really wanna revamp/soft reset things for that.

this is going to be a much more 616 based magneto from now on, though I will still have verses for xmcu stuff, because I know a lot of my old partners are from that sphere. but I just really want to expand and I love how much more I can do with 616 erik

once I get back from my vacation, I’ll probably be making him a new theme and what not but until then! just consider this a soft reset.

I’ve got a lot of unanswered asks and dead drafts that I can’t muster the muse for, so if there’s something you’d really like me to reply to, let me know, if not, I’m gonna empty out my drafts at the end of the week when I revamp my blog.

thank you all so much for sticking around through everything!

[dxngermagnet-blog]

revamp notice

hey everyone! lani here.

i’ve been gone a long while off this blog, and I’ve had this blog for a really long time and things have changed with my character interpretation, and I really wanna revamp/soft reset things for that.

this is going to be a much more 616 based magneto from now on, though I will still have verses for xmcu stuff, because I know a lot of my old partners are from that sphere. but I just really want to expand and I love how much more I can do with 616 erik

once I get back from my vacation, I’ll probably be making him a new theme and what not but until then! just consider this a soft reset.

I’ve got a lot of unanswered asks and dead drafts that I can’t muster the muse for, so if there’s something you’d really like me to reply to, let me know, if not, I’m gonna empty out my drafts at the end of the week when I revamp my blog.

thank you all so much for sticking around through everything!

[dxngermagnet-blog]

apprcnticesuprcmc:

// [ poses dramatically ] why hello there

blows you... as they say.... a kiss

I’d love a starter for a brotherhood verse, ely~

[dxngermagnet-blog]

@apprcnticesuprcmc

waves to u.... this is my magneto....

[dxngermagnet-blog]

“actually… i just miss you.” (i hAVE MISSED U LOTS)

five words

Erik paused in his words and his thoughts, looking over at Charles with surprise, mouth turned down.

           “Miss me?               Why would you miss someone who’s only ever hurt you?”

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     Charles’ answer was soft, a gentle sort of chuckle escaping him as he brought himself to a stop just in front of the balcony, smiling wryly at his friend. “A bit of both, my dear friend. The thoughts in general at this time of night tend to keep me wide awake.”      He takes his time rolling back into his home and making his way back to Erik. His nose wrinkled a little at the smell of the cigarette, and he couldn’t help himself when he rolled up. “That’s going to kill you one day.” Even still, he plucked it out of Erik’s fingers and gave him a little smirk before taking his own drag off of it. “What has you out so late, my dear? Except bringing back old, terrible habits? I would have picked up your nightmares had you been in the middle of any.” 

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A nod came in response, Erik could understand that. This late, few thoughts were kind, he supposed. Those with untroubled minds would be sleeping, “Must be hard sleeping, especially with everything going on. I’m sorry, old friend.”

“If this is what kills me, I’ll consider myself lucky,” Erik’s lips were pulled up into a smirk, grey eyes rolling in their sockets with a dark sort of humour, and he couldn’t help but laugh when Charles stole the smoke and took a drag, “You, however. You I could see actually living long enough to die from these.”

Another laugh, this one accompanied by a shrug as he looked out over the grounds, “You speak as if I ever abandoned my old habit. Sleep has never come easy for me, Charles. I doubt it ever will. Tonight I just... had a lot of energy. So I thought coming out here and feeling the metal in the earth and the foundations might help me focus.”

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Charles’ smile only grew with the teasing tone in the other mutant’s voice, the one that had him near giddy. He was already in an excitable mood and the affections were making him feel like teenager, puppy love what a wonderful time. 

His arms wrapped back around Erik’s neck as he leaned in again, the smile not faltering even with the kiss. But he had planned to hang on longer this time, kiss the other mutant more thoroughly. To get the butterflies in his stomach as it did flips and everything else completely cheesy. Perhaps Charles was a hopeless romantic, but perhaps it was that he truly loved every part of the other mutant, every dark corner of his beautiful mind. 

Best watch your words or I’ll get greedy

When he pulled away it was only to lean his head against the side of Erik’s neck, nose nuzzling the buildup of scruff on the otherwise smooth skin. The smile was softer now, satisfied of what he’d gained. 

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There was a low chuckle somewhere in the back of his throat, but his breath was much more devoted to kissing Charles back, one arm around his waist to support him and hold him up, the other hand cupping his face. Charles’s excitement was contagious- perhaps because their minds were touching, perhaps because Erik simply enjoyed the telepath’s presence like he hadn’t allowed himself to enjoy something for years. 

Grinning as he caught his breath, Erik turned to press a kiss to the side of Charles’s head, humming.

          “And why would I want to stop you, Charles?                Maybe I like it when you get greedy.”

[sufferawiitch-a]

“And you believe you can help to take out those that held us prisoner? Those that tortured until we could no longer scream? Brother and I have tried but there are many. And  I do not want to just kill them. I want them to suffer as we did. I care little of being superior. I just want my revenge on those men.”

Call it sick or twisted but her mind had certainly been warped by Hydra. While she once simply stood on the sidelines of horrors, Wanda could now commit such things. She refused to be a tool any longer. Every scream, every scar, every day she and her brother were subject to torture…it all still haunted Wanda to the point she would scream in her sleep in fear that they would come for them again. And then after her escape, to hear those trying to preach peace between the humans  and mutants made her absolutely sick. Wanda knew there could never be peace.

That was why a bitter and dark laugh left her lips at his next words.

“Those mutants do not know pain. They weep over cruel words said by humans while those like us are forgotten. If they knew what was out there, what we go through…surely they would not still believe in peace.”

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“Yes, I do. In fact, it’s what I do. What my organisation  does. We find places like the place you were taken and  we show each and every vile soul in that place what it’s  like to be treated like less than human.” Erik nodded at  her explanation, understanding and an old shadow sitting  in his eyes, “You deserve to have that revenge, Wanda.  You and your brother both deserve to turn your tormentors  tools against them.”

       It wasn’t as if the magnetist didn’t understand her        mindset. It was one he shared, after all. A youth of        loss and torture and experimentation left lasting scars,        especially when you knew so many of those people        were free after what they’d done. It broke something        inside you, being treated like a monster and raised as        a weapon- and it made you want to force the perpetrators        to rue the day they turned a blade on you.

                 Erik would never stop Wanda from getting that chance.

“You’re not wrong. Those who believe most strongly in  peace and equality have not suffered as we have. They  believe that with time, all will be solved. But for those like us,  those captured and beaten and killed...               There is no such thing as Time.”

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

[cerebri-deactivated20161127]

Charles was not a morning person, no matter what anyone said, mornings were the true enemy. Typically, his wake up involved minor cursing, plenty of grumbling, and about three cups of coffee while he made faces at the taste. But this? This was so much nicer. His face was pressed into the pillows, his body tucked as close as he could get to Erik. Those lips roused him in the most gentle, most relaxing way possible.

A tiny groan escaped him when he heard Erik’s voice, though his lips puller into a sleepy smile. There was a pleasant ache in his entire body, one that he rather hoped he would feel more often. The endearment caused a single blue eye to crack open and peer up at him, chuckling lightly. “Normally, I might argue and tell you no morning is good. I’ll make an exception for a morning I wake up like this.“ He turned over with a small grumble at his own sore body and immediately pressed himself into Erik’s chest. He made himself quick comfortable, nuzzling the junction between the man’s neck and shoulder. He made sure to lay himself over Erik’s form, a smile quirking on his lips before he said; 

"I hope you weren’t looking to actually get up any time soon.”

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Erik couldn’t help but chuckle at the groan that escaped Charles. It was a sound that spoke of someone used to sleeping in- a luxury Erik wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to, but that he could admire.

“Aren’t I the pessimist, Charles? Tsk tsk, we can’t both start the days with bad outlooks,” Another chuckle to accompany the teasing tone to his voice- Erik knew full well that disliking mornings didn’t put Charles anywhere near his own level. “I am glad to make your morning at least a little better than the usual, though. Since I can count this among my best.”

Shifting and loosening his grip so that Charles could move, Erik smiled down at the telepath and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. Idle hands traced patterns on Charles’s skin as Erik hummed, shrugging his shoulders, “I don’t exactly have pressing matters. I usually go running in the mornings to shake off stress but.. I’m far from stressed presently.”

[invademyinbox]

Anonymously tell my muse something you'd never say to their face.

[dxngermagnet-blog]

i’m sorry for disappearing- the combination of LA smog and very little sleep and lots of people gave me a godawful cold that i’m trying to kick by sleeping a lot and whining about a fever....

[hexadecimate]

I AM the Scarlet Witch.