#magneticox

[aphoenixwithin-archive]

ATTENTION PLOTTERS:

{outofcharacter}: OK, seeing as i'm the worst with keeping up with potential thread partners and i always seem to linger away from plotting. i'm putting my foot down because i don't want anyone to feel like i'm missing them out on purpose.

like this post if you would like me to tag you in a starter. i will be making a starter for every verse that i have ~ and you can pick which one is right for our muses (you can reply to multiple but not all of them please xoxo) and then the rping can begin!

*i'm tagging people i've started to plot with but its fell through, so if you want me to do this for us - like this post <3

[magnetisedcatharsis]

#easy there miss. #you’re going to wrinkle if you keep complaining 

#And you're going to be walking with a limp and singing an octave higher if you don't watch it, #I shan't get wrinkles. I refuse. Although you'd know all about them; Mr.Platinum hair wouldn't you? #Geriatric chic is more up your alley than mine.

[vox-decima]

+ magneticox

"Unless you have a wife and child waiting for you, I suggest you return to the hospital lobby."

[thanatosus]

"Magneto, is it?" Of course it is. Death isn't exactly a stranger to Erik Lehnsherr. 

[sapphirescales-archive-blog]

[ casually leaves a ⊕ here ]

Pros:

Jawline cut from marble.

You’ve seen me naked already.

We’ve actually already kissed.

I liked it.

You obviously enjoy seeing me naked considering you converted me to nudism.

You’d probably be ridiculously attentive in bed.

But still definitely on the bottom.

Cons:

You shot my brother in the back.

And paralyzed him from the waist down for life.

But you still play chess with him every week don’t think we don’t know, we had Azazel tail you one time.

Someone please clear up this conundrum for me, thanks.

Magenta, Magento.

[starkresilience]

magneticox liked your photo

See something you like?  I don't blame you.  My suit is a damn fine piece of work even if it's just the head.

[luteas]

[chenaultlemieux-archive]

*gives a hug* Would you send this to the first ten people on your dash to keep it going?

            “———-….”

    She doesn’t know what she was expecting but that was certainly not it; unsure of what to do as her arms hang awkwardly by her side; chartreuse hues narrowed, glancing the man up and down once he’s pulled away.

"Thank you?"