#214782.

independent, private, selective portrayal of erik lehnsherr based in the xmcu. mild 616 influences. mcu crossover friendly. canon divergent modern verse available. passionately penned by hannah.

[iknowcrazy]

     “  they’ll laugh as they watch us fall. the lucky don’t care at all. no chance for fate, it’s                                             UNNATURAL SELECTION. I want the truth                  ”

[memesforu-blog]

I highly recommend following this magical cinnamon roll.

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I highly recommend following this magical cinnamon roll.

[iknowcrazy]

iknowcrazy‌:

muffins, I won’t be around today, family obligations and stuff, so replies are on hold until most likely tomorrow? I think? most likely. anywho, have my meme tag for your joy and pleasure, by all means come hit me up via IM if you wanna plot, or tag me, or whatever you wanna do. I’ll check my phone occasionally but proper back and forth IM replies unforutnately won’t happen today. have a great day peeps, remember to drink a lot of water, and be nice to people.

[conesoldstobers]

don’t jokeship with me because 2 hours later i’ll have feels for the pairing.

[unearthlydust]

[iknowcrazy]

in addendum to the last post tho, don’t talk to him today XMCU based. that guy lost his daughter. not a good reminder.

[iknowcrazy]

in case anyone got Father’s Day gifts/cards for this man. keep’em. he doesn’t deserve them.

[unearthlydust]

“We’re looking for one of the X-Men, Jean Grey.”

X-MEN: DARK PHOENIX (2019)

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You can mess up my mind,                            break my body                                    shatter my soul;

                                         I don’t care.

                                                        But if you harm,                                                              The people that I love.                                                                     If they shed a single tear?                                                                                 A drop of blood?

                            [I WILL DESTROY YOU.]                            

[iknowcrazy]

southernbellc‌. ¬ rogue.

        Rogue had always been the type to march to her own beat, and that became even more apparent after her daddy disowned her when he found out she was a mutant. Sure, she’d made mistakes and had regrets, but they’d been her own. The man they called Magneto, well, she wanted to make up her own mind about him, just like she’d done with Xavier. ❝ Sugah, ah try mah hardest not to wrong anyone… doesn’t always work out how ah want it, but the effort is made. So no, ah haven’t wronged you. ❞

THE CONFIDENCE IN HER VOICE has him intrigued. interest peaked, and a touch of curiosity settles on his face. “then you have no reason to run.” simple as that. for all the power he harbours, Erik is not one to attack without a slight. without an occasion to do so. especially not a young mutant like her, who, so far, poses no danger. “and you’re here           why?” here being the refuge he’s built for years. Genosha, standing proud and growing with each passing day. “to stay? or because you wanted to see the mythical monster yourself?”

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redsight‌. ¬ scott.

“He still thinks the world will change. I hope he is right.“ He hopes for the best but the reality is different for those who cannot hide like he does, and those whose life experiences aren’t so kind considering their mutations.  “And yet you do. Everyone at the school knows you would hurt us if we get in your way.” And Scott knows it well. When he first met the guy, they had been fighting on opposite sides of the fight.”I just want to know,I guess. Why you are, well   you.” Magneto. A terrorist to some, an activist and leader to others. To Scott? a man he doesn’t know if to fear or to admire. He recalls his speech at the white house and back then, he was scared as a child seeing this man on television. But now? as a mutant himself? he understands. “I understand the Professor. Why he thinks coexisting and peace is possible. But why can’t you?” And perhaps he is intruding, and he shouldn’t intrude. Frown forms on his forehead and the younger mutant turns his head away to break eye contact. 

“WHY I AM ME?” it almost elicits a laugh from him; quite a wonder that would be, given that Erik cannot remember the last time he had laughed about anything. “your class didn’t go into much detail, did it?” how could it? rarely has there been a media proclaimed villain of the masses who is so difficult to study as him. simply because Magneto, for a villain, barely ever makes appearances. strange that, really. “Charles has been privileged all his life. he might not be fully aware of it, but he has. he’s one of few of us fortunate enough to be able to hide his mutation from the world. more so, he can turn hatred into adoration in the blink of an eye if only he wishes it. he grew up sheltered, without adversaries, blending in perfectly.” strange too how very willing Erik seems to explain. how very open he is with the boy; once again far removed from the image of the big evil lurking in the shadows. how he, too, doesn’t hesitate to roll up the sleeve of his left arm to reveal a set of tattooed numbers. 214782. “I learned from a young age what it feels like to be hunted just for being different. for not being the ideal they want the world to be. I have seen the cruelty humanity unleashes on what it fears and hates first hand.” there is a brief clench to his jaw. “all my life I’ve waited for humanity to change, but all they do is repeat history all over. everything they don’t understand, they oppress.” even as he speaks, there is no aggression to his voice. calm, gentle almost, while he tells a gruesome story Scott’s text books surely hadn’t taught him. and neither, it seems, had Charles. “I won’t be oppressed again. that is why.”

[iknowcrazy]

right but who’s gonna give me your typical “student is disappointed by/feels misunderstood by/doesn’t identify with Charles anymore and switches sides to Erik” plots?

[iknowcrazy]

would u rather kiss charles or a dead fish, asking for a friend

who would Erik rather smooch. ¬ accepting.@genotypiic

“SINCE YOU HAD TO ASK            the fish. on principle.”

[wherememescometodie]

Who would my muse rather kiss: Send two names

[iknowcrazy]

you got an expensive habit, loverboy.’

santa clarita starters. ¬ accepting.@blckwiidcw​

NOISE AND BUZZ have ever been a sure fire recipe against brooding, dark thoughts threatening to fester in a mind. thoughts that Erik has long learned to accept as part of himself just like the powers he’s unleashed as a child, and yet while he chooses to nurture one, the other he occasionally likes to stuff in the furthest corner of his mind. he’d rather bite his own tongue off than admit it, but he’s enjoying this. a busy club, music, and all the flashing colours of the late 50s. and curious, attentive eyes wander the crowd, looking for a hint of conflict perhaps. he wouldn’t provoke. no, a gentleman never does. homo superior he isn’t called for nothing, after all. but just one man overstepping, one wrong word, one look that lasts a little too long            

a voice then rips him from the pondering, a nickname he hasn’t expected, and still it immediately draws open amusement on his face. if she wasn’t standing right by his table suddenly, he’d have imagined she is talking to someone else. few ever address him like that. “expensive is relative to what one has to spend, I believe.” top shelf cognac it is. shimmering in his glass like molten amber. he leans back in his chair, looks her over with half a smile lingering on his lips. “and judging from your own choice of drink, you’re one to talk.”

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genotypiic‌. ¬ charles.

charles is tied between two alternatives. he can go down this path, albeit recklessly, or he can completely shut down. he thinks about the mild anguish the last few years of silence have left him with and chooses the former. their mutual history has always been something of a disaster - a sore spot for charles, no doubt, though he doesn’t imagine the same for erik. 

he refills his glass and busies himself with staring out the darkened window for a moment. though usually one to avoid confrontation, charles rarely does it like this. avoiding eye contact and busying idle hands with meaningless tasks. “i never stopped. even after all of it.” he says it as casually as he can muster before taking a particularly large mouthful of scotch. still charles cannot bear to look at erik - if he sees the abject horror he’s expecting, he’s not sure he’ll be able to carry on the conversation.

HISTORY OFTEN HAD FORCED HIS HAND; convinced him that he gets by easier if only he learned soon enough to shut his heart off from the greatest pain. forbidding himself to show it however doesn’t make it disappear        one of the yet most disappointing experiences in Erik’s life. the fact thus stands that Erik, too, believes his sole one weakness, in whatever way one might want to interpret it, sits right here by his side. staring out the window, suddenly very quiet and very busy playing with a glass. what if. useless.

it’s the words that follow that suddenly fill his chest with pins and needles, ready to perforate his heart. he hasn’t expected this. not after what happened, after what he’s done. still there’s no horror anywhere on his face. surprise perhaps, quickly replaced by a sense of despair almost. what if. he should walk away. turn on his heel now and walk. leave and not look back. this hurts enough as it is. “you should.” instead his hand carefully finds Charles’ shoulder; comes to rest for a light squeeze and then won’t move again. the words may be cold, but his voice is shaky at best, the tone insecure. “you and I both know that nothing good could come of it.” not with me. I’m too far gone already.