This mask exists only to be torn away.

This face I wear is just a disguise. A sheepskin to stop the herd from panicking. Because I am mutant kind's terrifying salvation. I am Magneto. Independent 616 Magneto RP Blog. Multi-fandom friendly.

[why-i-love-comics]

Uncanny X-Men #5 (2016)

written by Cullen Bunn art by Greg Land, Jay Leisten, & Nolan Woodard

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Magneto...how's he work?

Magneto is the scar tissue on a wound that never quite healed. It doesn’t matter if it is emotional, mental, or physical. It gets better to a point, and you may even forget it is there. 

But eventually it is ruptured, or you remember the bad times. Something causes it to flare up. The pain burns like the moment you were first hurt, and it tears into you like nothing else.

That’s Magneto.

The greatest lie X-Men fans believe, is that he is one.

I agree with Cullen Bunn’s take on Magneto. He is a monster. From time to time, he will have bouts of regret, or moments where he remembers he has a conscious, but the man who was fueled by those feelings no longer exist.

He was born from the horrors of the Nazi concentration camps.

He might have had a chance at being human after those events, but life had other plans for him. He is defined by pain, and loneliness.

My first Magneto story was Uncanny X-Men 274-275. Claremont defined who he was for me in those issues, and the interpretation has held through, to this day.

He may forget who he is every now again, but something will inevitably bring it all back.

[ofrighteousfury]

Devil in the details.

The man didn’t have to look at her to know she was there. He could feel the iron in her blood, sense the metallic objects she kept on her person. Magnus sat in the empty bar with a half drank glass of single malt hakushu whiskey. His thumb rubbed against the side idly, more taken with his thoughts than the presence of yet another presumptuous human.

He  dressed in a dark trench coat and worn blue jeans. Unruly white tresses hung down to his ears and days old stubble lined his regal jaw. He bore the appearance of a man who was living under the radar – one who cast an intimidating figure wherever he went.

“The only reason you’re alive is because I deigned to give my pursuers an opportunity to spare their lives. I’m not in a habit of making acts of charity.” Erik took a sip of his drink. 

“You have five minutes, woman. I suggest you make them count.”

[ofrighteousfury]

Magneto: A Summary. 

[ofrighteousfury]

Exhume The Ashes.

[ofrighteousfury]

He was no stranger to Charles’ words of wisdom, and even now they haunted him beyond the grave and made him question whether his own methods were enough to make a difference. No one made him examine his own beliefs like Charles, and Erik would always be grateful for the profound effect he’d had on his life. “You’ve earned your place among his soldiers. Never doubt it.”

His eyebrows raised when he caught something in her tone. Magneto liked to think he knew her well enough to understand when she was holding back about something. “You make it sound as if you’re on borrowed time. Being fatalistic will not help your cause.”

[southernxbelle]

There is a part of her that wants to protest at how he calls them ‘soldiers’, but really, is he wrong? Even if that wasn’t what some of them had expected to become, that was what they were more often than not. Which wasn’t necessarily something bad, just something she preferred not to overthink on. “Thank yah. Ah like tah believe Ah have.” And realistically, she knew she had. There were times that her poor self esteem could get the better of her though.

She maybe hadn’t thought about what she was saying as much as she should have there, but she surprisingly wasn’t really angry with herself for saying it either. She never had liked hiding things from him, as much as that could be her nature sometimes. The fact that she felt like she could be honest with him had, after all, been one of the things that had attracted her to him in the first place.

“Yoah probably righ’ ‘bout that. Ah shouldn’t think about it too much, but…Ah might actually be on borrowed time…” Rogue sighed, removing one of her gloves and pushing up her sleeve so he could see the mess of the skin on her arm. “Ah’m sick, Erik.” She admitted, afraid to meet his eyes. “When this whole outbreak started…Ah was tryin’ tah save these kids. Flew directly intah a cloud o’ that damned mist. They all made it out fine, but…Ah’m apparently extra sensitive tah the stuff fo’ some reason. I was pretty touch an’ go fo’ a while there, but Hank an’ some o’ the other brains the Avengers keep around were able tah develop this serum that is keeping it from spreadin’ much more that’ll keep me alive…But between the amounts o’ it Ah need an’ givin’ it tah anyone else we find that needs it…Ah don’t know how long it’ll hold out…” She bit her lip slightly before finally glancing back up at him. “Don’t get me wrong, Ah haven’t jus’ resigned mahself tah death yet. Ah’m still out there, still fightin’, still givin’ this all Ah got, still tryin’ tah make some o’ this righ’ in whatever way Ah can…But Ah have tah do it all while fightin’ fo’ mah life at the same time…An’ this time it ain’t some political asshole or a giant robot Ah can punch a hole in an’ get outta the situation. Ain’t stopped me yet, but it is makin’ things a bit harder.”

[ofrighteousfury]

His eyes widened at the sight of her arm, composure slipping. Magnus took a step towards her without thinking, he wanted to…Ah. He thought better of it. He  lowered his hand. “You have my word that I’ll find a cure and end your suffering.” Fighting to save another sounded exactly like her, and she wasn’t the only one fighting to save her own life. The mists had crippled hundred of mutants and the thought of it caused his fingers to squeeze into a fist.

How many like her were suffering? Mutants in the prime of their lives forced to rely on the charity of humans to make it through another day. “It’s a common misconception, even among our kind that we're defined by our powers. You are one of the most resilient women I’ve ever known and that’s why you’ll survive this. It’s your conviction that gives you strength.”

Magnus willed her to look him in the eye. “I wish...I could’ve done something for you sooner.”  

[mostingeniusparadox]

Uncanny X-Men #5

[joearlikelikescomics]

Magneto and Xorn by Ken Lashley

[ofrighteousfury]

And so do I. 

[ofrighteousfury]

[ofrighteousfury]

"It's almost a precondition for knowing the man. Sooner or later, you're going to butt heads.

Storm describing Magneto

[1407-graymalkin-lane]

Magneto doesn’t like it, but he’ll work with Fury’s team to defeat Zaladane

Uncanny X-Men #274, March 1991

[ofrighteousfury]

Exhume The Ashes.

[ofrighteousfury]

Worrying crippled people, sapped them of their strength. It fed their self-doubt and consumed everything until you were little more than a shadow of your former self. Magneto told himself he would never worry again, he would never be powerless. Not when his people needed him most. It didn’t mean he lacked the comprehension to understand her feelings. Rogue was bigger than her fears and he refused to allow her to succumb to them. 

“Death comes to us all,” Magnus noted, reflecting on his own futile sacrifice to protect the world during the Incursion. “And life is an ugly mess, but we have the strength to beat back against the tide, to control how we’ll be remembered. Charles Xavier is gone but his dream remains and it’s a part of you.”

He spoke as if it were a command, as if it would be a disservice to do anything else but keep on fighting for what she believed in. “Take solace in what that means.” 

[southernxbelle]

“Ah know…” She whispered, her eyes lingering on the Professor name carved into the stone. “If it weren’t fo’ him, Ah wouldn’t be standin’ here tahday. Everythin’ an’ Everyone Ah love in mah life…the only reason Ah have it was because he chose tah give me a chance, even with no evidence at all that Ah wouldn’t turn on him an’ even with all the other X-Men threatenin’ tah quit if Ah was allowed tah even stay on the grounds….” 

That conversation seemed so long ago now. And so strange to remember how hostile everyone had been. Kurt, Piotr, Kitty, Ororo – her brother and some of her closest friends now – all had looked at her like they wanted her dead, but Charles had taken a chance on her anyway. “Would just be ungrateful if Ah gave up on him now.”

Rogue nodded, clenching her fists for a moment before turning her face back towards him again. “Trust me, Erik, as long as Ah’m still livin’, Ah’ll sti be fightin’, regardless of how much time that actually turns out tah be…”

[ofrighteousfury]

He was no stranger to Charles' words of wisdom, and even now they haunted him beyond the grave and made him question whether his own methods were enough to make a difference. No one made him examine his own beliefs like Charles, and Erik would always be grateful for the profound effect he’d had on his life. “You’ve earned your place among his soldiers. Never doubt it.”

His eyebrows raised when he caught something in her tone. Magneto liked to think he knew her well enough to understand when she was holding back about something. “You make it sound as if you’re on borrowed time. Being fatalistic will not help your cause.”

[uncannycyke]

There will never be a time when I don’t love this panel. Ever. This is legit a perfect analysis of Scott and while everyone is trying to paint Scott as the new Magneto I always turn back to this.

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[ofrighteousfury]

Exhume The Ashes.

[ofrighteousfury]

Seeing her again caused a miasma of emotion to swirl inside him. There were few people who could affect his composure, fewer still who made him soften outwardly. Rogue occupied a special place and even with the circumstances surrounding their reunion he was glad that he didn’t stand here alone. 

“Worrying will not help your cause. Focus on your strengths, your ability to overcome adversity and you’ll see I’m where I need to be.” Her concern was appreciated but it would do her no good to take on his tribulations while she had enough to contend with. “Our familiarity also dictates I give you reason to stand tall.”

He flashed a rare smile, an expression that was becoming harder to manage by the day. “If it were easy then life wouldn’t be as we know it. Continue to fight as Charles has taught you. That is the greatest way you can honour his memory.” 

[southernxbelle]

“Ah know yah are, Erik. Yah always seem tah be, after all.” Rogue shook her head slowly, a slightly amused expression on her face. No matter what he was doing, Erik always had been one to be where he felt he was needed. Even if she didn’t always approve of his methods, he generally had intentions and dedication that she couldn’t fault too much.

“That don’t ease the worry much though. It’s hard not tah be afraid that one day yah’ll wave goodbye tah someone an’ the jus’ won’t come back, more now than ever…” Green eyes lingered on the stone in front of them, a reminder of not only the man it commemorated, but all he had worked for and the price of it. “It’s hard not tah wonder who we’ll be buryin’ next.”

No matter her fears or the sadness that still lingered when she thought of the people she loved that were buried already, she couldn’t help but return his smile. No matter how intimidating he usually made himself seem, she always thought he was very handsome when he smiled. It was a brief glimpse of the man she loved and Charles had so respected that not everyone saw very often. “Thanks fo’ the pep talk.” She said, the smile she now had growing slightly. “Ah suppose all any o’ us can do is try tah make him proud…no matter how dire things might get…”

[ofrighteousfury]

Worrying crippled people, sapped them of their strength. It fed their self-doubt and consumed everything until you were little more than a shadow of your former self. Magneto told himself he would never worry again, he would never be powerless. Not when his people needed him most. It didn’t mean he lacked the comprehension to understand her feelings. Rogue was bigger than her fears and he refused to allow her to succumb to them. 

“Death comes to us all,” Magnus noted, reflecting on his own futile sacrifice to protect the world during the Incursion. “And life is an ugly mess, but we have the strength to beat back against the tide, to control how we’ll be remembered. Charles Xavier is gone but his dream remains and it’s a part of you.”

He spoke as if it were a command, as if it would be a disservice to do anything else but keep on fighting for what she believed in. “Take solace in what that means.” 

[despondentparamour]

Magneto #11 (2014)