#-- response.

[wyslyyzr]

In the little-known "Forever Yesterday" alt-universe from the early 90s, mutants are even more oppressed, and the usually self-serving sellout Shaw is actually a field leader and commander in Erik's underground "Mutant Liberation Front" (not to be confused with the 616 group of the same name) In House of M, he's the director of SHIELD, answering to Emperor Magnus. So in two universes---one of which, as I understand it, was designed by Wanda to be what she thought her father wanted?---Shaw is serving directly under Erik. MAKE OF THAT WHAT YOU WILL. (616 Shaw is outraged at both)

you're right about the house of m thing! i really like house of m as a concept--some of the actual on page content is fucking bizarre but hey, as is the rest of marvel--so i've read the original 2005 run and the 2015 run, they're the right dose of ridiculous but plausible to entertain me.

like.. i dont think erik would ever actually realistically create a program like what the top of SHIELD does in house of m, which is literally human hunting, but its definitely one of those far-off unentertainable fantasy things (like the way i as a trans man have joked about cis ppl, its not something i actually think by any means but im like ah yes.)

and the interesting thing about house of m is, as you said, its a universe created by wanda in what she believes is a universe that would satiate her father and make him happy from what she knows of him topically, maybe even what she thinks genosha was supposed to be, or a complete bastardization of genosha too.

soo that definitely does mean she's observed his dynamic with shaw at some point and came to her own conclusions. maybe she did it bc she thought to have him in a position of complete subservience to erik, whom he regularly bothers otherwise when in the presence of, would both be amusing and satisfying, especially if it were something erik was aware of.

[wyslyyzr]

“should i be concerned about how detached you are about this?”

@teletropic

IT  WASN’T  ERIK’S  CHOICE  to  bring  david.  it  never  would  have  been.  he's  not  a  child  anymore--not  by  any  means--but  his  comfort  resides  somewhere  else,  and  david  haller  does  not  meet  it  warmly.  he  is  strong,  a  being  of  utter  subjugation  in  the  same  ways  wanda  was  (in  fact--he  loathed  the  idea  of  the  two  of  them  in  the  same  room,  what  utter  hell  they  could  pave),  and  it  is  not  his  ability  that  is  the  issue.  it  is  his  intimacy  to  erik's  person.  he  loved  charles.  therefore,  he  loved  david.

  sometimes  he  could  see  gabi  when  he  looked  at  him,  in  his  eyes  and  teeth,  the  blunt  crop  of  his  smile.  and  he'd  feel  sick  all  over.  

this  wasn't  a  part  of  him  he  desired  to  share,  but  there  would  be  no  stopping  a  boy  like  david,  a  man  with  all  of  his  father's  strengths,  and  a  shifting  perception  of  the  world.  the  domination  he  wielded--did  he  even  know  it,  erik  wondered?  he  watches  the  rain  patter  against  the  car  windows,  wishing  he  was  flying  instead.  blood  has  dried  in  the  grooves  of  his  hands,  and  it  isn't  enough. 

 '  ..  no.  '  

[wyslyyzr]

" i’ve trapped myself in someone ELSE’s house. " ( wanda ♡ )

monster factory. |  @bravedfate

TOMMY  AND  BILLY    had  called  them  bluetooths,  though  erik  wasn't  entirely  sure  why--they  were  neither  blue,  nor  in  the  shape  or  form  of  teeth--yet  here  he  stands,  fussing  with  the  one  gripping  the  exterior  canal  of  his  ear,  wanda's  voice  soft  and  fuzzy  through  the  radiowaves  that  did  not  manage  to  sink  instead  into  him.  erik  taps  a  finger  at  the  receptive  button,  electing  to  let  the  ground  fall  away  from  beneath  his  feet,  elevating  himself  into  drifting  winds  to  observe  the  city  line  beneath  him--and  perhaps  locate  his  daughter.   

of  all  his  children,  wanda  was  both  the  most  contentious  and  least,  quiet  and  gentle  in  ways  her  brother  was  not,  but  explosive  and  fierce  in  ways  that  would  dwarf  the  range  of  pietro's  rage.  it  was  something  he  respected  and  loathed,  both;  the  inheritance  of  his  temper.  his  free  hand  squeezes  into  a  ball,  tracing  the  lines  of  metal  and  brick.   the  world  would  never  rest,  and  very  little  could  surprise  magneto  anymore--though,  these  operations  of  a  scale  that  defied  mutants  and  humans  were  always  interesting.  he  tired  of  the  slaughter  of  his  people. 

'  be  calm.  but  i  know  you  are.  i  will  find  you  shortly.  '

[wyslyyzr]

“Not that I’m one to whine or take moral qualms with violence, but I do sometimes wonder what devil you’d do if you COULDN’T just use your powers as a crutch to avoid any kind of discussion when I—or anyone—-dares say anything you don’t like. I may not find it immoral or unjust, but it really is rather immature.”

@sebastianshaw

REMEMBER  GOD,  ERIK.

he  tries.  it  is  one  of  his  moral  anchors--his  faith,  the  beliefs  his  father  and  mother  and  family  and  friends   had  instilled  in  him.  and  though  his  relationship  with  Him  was  contentious, strings  to  be  tugged  under  the  weight  of  the  absolute  horrors  he  had  suffered,  the  presence  of  his  values  had  carried  him  far--many  of  which  he'd  learned  before  his  bar  mitzvah,  many  of  which  he  would  learn  after.  both  hands  go  to  erik's  head,  fingers  spreading  into  careful  spears  to  needle  out  the  budding,  twisting  migraine  as  it  fruits  behind  his  eyes,  a  labor  of  sebastian's  incessant  agitations.   he  inhales  slowly,  then,  out.  

'  i  have  been  stripped  of  my  abilities  on  more  than  one  occasion,  shaw,  and  persevered  regardless;  if  you  think  my  talents  lie  only  there,  you  are  mistaken,  gravely,  foolishly.  though,  i  expected  little  more  from  a  man  of  moral  standing  so  low  that  i  would  be  forced  to  dig  through  the  buried  bodies  of  better  men  to  find  it.  '   a  glint  of  his  eyes  through  the  cracks  of  space  between  his  fingers,  a  rolling  white  frighteningly  void  of  iris  or  pupils.   shaw  tested  him--and  erik  had  certainly  been  tested.   '  it  would  bring  me  great  pleasure  to  grind  your  face  into  a  fine  red  paste,  no  magnetism.  would  you  prefer  a  demonstration?  i  have  not  tasted  such  schadenfreude  in  decades.   '

[wyslyyzr]

"no, he’s catfishing married women." (erik asked if shinobi was at blackstone or something I assume dfjfsdjh)

monster factory. | @sebastianshaw

' CATFISHING? ' the word sounds heavy and awkward around erik's accent--one that has faded with his innumerable years residing in new york city, but retains its thick cadence, never one to be entirely killed. too stubborn, like every little part of him. ' --i am afraid i do not know the word. however, provided your context, it sounds ... like you, actually. '

[wyslyyzr]

He's asleep---passed out, really---on Erik's bed, UNINVITED, sleeping off a brisket binge. It's amazing how, even with his face slack and drooling, the man can still look SO DAMN SMUG.

@sebastianshaw

VERY  LITTLE  SURPRISES  ERIK  anymore.  not  after  all  he  has  seen--the  march  of  the  world  united  under  the  hysteria  of  genocide,  red  and  white  flags;  the  stars  bobbing  like  nightlights  through  the  blanket  of  space,  the  asteroid  beneath  him  like  a  throne  in  which  to  speak  to  God;  the  springing  of  new  mutants  like  young  lilies,  and  the  subsequent  era  of  powerlessness  stolen  away  from  them  by  his  oldest  daughter.  and  evermore  than  that.

he  will  say,  shaw  manages  to  rope  a  little  bit  of  punctuated  shock  out  of  him,  even  now,  long  to  suffer  him  and  his  obnoxious  presence.  that  he  is  ever  so  bold  to  occupy  erik's  personal  spaces  only  affirmed  what  he  had  suspected:  his  stupidity  outweighed  his  sense  of  preservation.  erik  reaches  forward  after  casting  his  occupied  novel  aside,  sinking  a  hard  grip  about  shaw's  ankle.  it  was  a  rude  awakening,  and  he  deserved  no  less  than  that--perhaps  worse.  

the  master  of  magnetism  yanks  him  forth  like  fish  on  a  line,  dragging  him  right  over  the  foot  of  his  set,  letting  him  whack  his  head  on  the  floor.   '  and  what  shall  i  do  with  the  fool  i've  caught  this  time?  what  do  you  say,  sebastian?  perhaps  i  will  let  you  starve,  and  lock  you  in  an  empty  freezer.  or,  i  could  drop  you  in  a  wormhole.   '

[wyslyyzr]

"what did you think you were fixing?"

monster factory. |  @roguetm

IN  A  NIGH  PETULANT  ACT    of  frustration,  erik  flings  his  hands  up,  sending  a  drawer  of  utensils  along  with  his  gesticulation.  the  metals  clang  as  they  scatter  across  the  linoleum,  and  erik  has  to  bite  down  a  nodule  of  his  rage.  his  sigh  lifts  his  sternum,  abates  the  clouding  of  his  vision  before  it  rolls  white.  without  lifting  his  hand,  he  begins  the  act  of  restoring  the  silverware  drawer,  precisely  pinching  forks  and  spoons  to  lay  them  in  their  respective  holders.  

'  how  few  of  you  remember!  i  am  ninety  one  years  old,  anna  marie.  i  was  three  years  old  when  the  television  was  brought  into  this  world,  and  twenty  three  when  picture  was  given  color.  the  development  of  technology  in  the  modern  era--  '  his  mouth  twitches  into  a  bunched  corner,  fingers  raising  as  if  tugging  marionettes,  the  drawer  rising  effortlessly  into  the  air.   '  radio  waves,  cellular  phones,  television  signals,  all  of  it--all  of  it  relies  on  electromagnetism.  and  i  can  feel  that,  in  here.  '   opposing,  free  hand  reaches  to  tap  at  the  side  of  his  head,  through  stark  white  curls.   ' feh!   ..  es  ale  breyx!  '