#first class;v

[youngprofessorx]

akasupergirl asked: Send “You’re in my head!” for my muse’s response!

Send “You’re in my head!” for my muse’s response: ACCEPTING

II @akasupergirl​ 

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry, love, I know I said I wouldn’t do this, but this is the only way I could get you to hear me,” frowned Charles, doing his level best to keep himself latched onto her powerful mind, yet, even now he could feel his grip on her slipping. “You’re asleep. You’re having a nightmare, you see. I need you to wake up, Kara. Calm your mind and wake up.”

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akasupergirl asked: “Not gonna lie, you were incredibly intimidating at first… still kind of are.”

Things for Charles: ALWAYS ACCEPTING

II @akasupergirl

“I was? Me? Intimidating?” Shaking his head, Charles couldn’t help but chuckle. If Raven, or especially Erik, were here to hear that they would probably react the same way. “Sorry, it’s just that, I have to admit that is a first to hear. Believe me, love, I really was not, and am not, trying to be intimidating. I promise you I’m about as harmless as they come, ask anyone.” 

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Open Starter:

“Okay, but do you know what the cell about to undergo mitosis said to an interested geneticist?” A beat "I hope I have your divided attention,” chuckled the telepath, before hiccuping slightly as he stole another swig from his drink.

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II @erikleh

It had been a rather long day of nothing but constant training. The entire mansion was filled with nothing but silence as the rest of the kids got some rest for the night. They deserve it, thought Charles. He had only known them for probably a month and a half, and never in his life had he seen a group of youngsters filled to the brim with raw and unfiltered passion. He was proud of them. Yet, passion was one thing, but strategy was another ballpark all entirely. If they wanted to beat Shaw they had to be ten, no, twenty paces ahead. They had to be stealthier if they wanted to make it out alive. They had to be smarter. All in all, they had to be better.

That evening, Charles sat by his desk, the yellow beam of his lamp casted a triangle of light down upon the book the telepath was reading. This was probably the third book tonight Charles had poured over that was all about battle strategies and fighting styles. Now, he knew perfectly well that fighting, at least in terms of hand-to-hand combat was his weakpoint. Charles had always swayed to being mentally powerful amongst the group, for obvious reasons. Still, he had to be prepared. Suddenly, the nearby door creaked open. “Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep? The more energy you have the better,” he told Erik, not even bothering to look up from his book.

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“Hole in the wall”

Send me “Hole in the wall” for our characters to be imprisoned in neighboring rooms// @mutantmasterofmagnetism

“Well, this could have gone better than expected,” sighed Charles as he took a seat by the wall closest to Erik’s cell. He didn’t need to check if Erik was actually in the jail cell beside his. Charles could just feel it. “Stay put, I told you. And did you listen? No. Of course, you bloody didn’t.”

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( @telepathicmouse​ ) continued

“I really don’t think you should be asking the questions,” averred Charles, keeping two fingers pressed against his right temple. Despite the telepath being exhausted, what with it being the wee hours of the night, it didn’t take much energy to freeze this man. He obviously wasn’t a mutant. “Now, who are you and what do you want?” the telepath asked calmly, as he carefully eyed the stranger. That’s when it hit him...

Charles blue eyes widened in disbelief. The colour in his face drained a little. It felt like he was staring into a mirror. A small shiver ran up Charles spine. It just felt too surreal. 

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Erik has died (you send me angst, you're gonna get angst back, heads up c: )

“…..has died.” finish it in my ask: ( @mutxntrage )

Charles said very little that day. In fact, he didn’t even step out of his room. For the entire day he locked himself up, and basically sat on a singular spot on his bed for hours on end as he let a multitude of emotions swirl inside of him.

FrustrationSadnessAngerDoubt

It was eating him up. He almost felt like Jekyll and Hyde- Half of him was incredibly angry at Erik. Didn’t he know the consequences of his actions?! Going against Shaw like that… It was imbecilic! A suicide mission! Charles had warned him that he wasn’t strong enough, and now look where his stubbornness got him.

Of course, the other half of him was just… Sad. There was no other way of putting it. Doubt clouded Charles mind. As much as Erik put himself in this position, Charles couldn’t help but beat himself up over it. He could’ve stopped him. Who knows, maybe he could’ve joined Erik with taking Shaw down. That way if they do take Shaw down, at least Erik’s desire for revenge would be put to rest.

Charles only slipped out of his room once nightfall came. The mansion was quiet. He noticed a plate of untouched food left in the kitchen- left by Raven. He didn’t want to worry her, or anybody else in the house. He just wasn’t hungry.He turned the lights on and made his way towards Cerebro. Charles really didn’t know what he was going to accomplish with this. Perhaps, using Cerebro and finding more mutants in need would help get his mind off of Erik’s death? Maybe finding more mutants would fill that void filled with doubt? Perhaps helping others find their way would lessen the guilt.

Whatever it was, he switched the machine to its full power and placed the machine on his head. The thing with Cerebro is that when using it your mind has be cleared. Whilst using your mind, you had to find  serenity. Charles was far from serenity that night. It didn’t take long for the machine to start sparking. His mind felt like it was going to explode. The telepath let out a scream as electric volts filled the air.Silence.Like some sort of frustrated child, Charles threw the helmet off his head before promptly slumping against the nearby wall. He felt like he was nine-years-old again. Lost. As he brought his knees up to his chest, Charles just sat there and cried. 

So much for serenity.....

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Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours: ( @a-differentpxth

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking (”To certain people, I suppose.” )|| hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them: (”Why is this even on here!?”)

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser: (”....”)

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed (”And never expect me to.”)