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he huffs at the sound of the knock at the door and pushes himself out from under the sink, wiping his hands and going to answer the knock. he sighs at the sight of his son.

     ❝ ah, danken gott you’re here, bubeleh. i can’t         get the sink to stop leaking. ❞

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One time Nat and Clint were arguing in sign language and it was going very fast and he signed don't yell at me at her and they both started laughing

Message a Headcanon you have about my character and I’ll tell you how accurate you are! || @mcsche

Yes, very accurate. I’m making this a headcanon. Thank you!

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My url, what are #thereviews

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following || @mcsche

my opinion on;

character in general: Magneto has always been an interesting villain and character. I once thought about playing him but it’s super hard so I admire you for that.how they play them: I can only say from what I have read with other characters as we haven’t rped. I think they’re doing a good job and it makes me want to have a mutant character so we can rp more interesting things than Clint and Erik would.the mun: We haven’t met yet.

do i;

follow them: Yes.rp with them: No.want to rp with them: Yes.ship their character with mine: Nope.

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@mcsche

There was no question who he was, the man standing in front of him. From head to toe, the similarities between the two men were striking. He saw in him his same hair (except without the curls he shared with his sister), the same hard eyes that had seen too much, the same lean figure (was he the same under his thick cloak? the same hidden secret? That would be too much for Pietro to bear) even the same stance, ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation. Too many, there were too many similarities. Pietro could feel a burning in his gut that was rising, and his fingers clenched at his side to keep from shaking from anger and confusion. A million questions came and went before he could process them, though there was a single word that permeated them all. Seconds tick by slowly, each one painful as it slips by like hot viscous tar (time no longer moved the way it had when he was a child) and he knows that he should say something. 

Those eyes have turned to face him, and it becomes even more apparent that this man was responsible for making him. Say something Pietro, his mind hisses at him, just say something. Finally he manages to speak, and his voice nearly breaks from the strain of it. 

“I want to know...who you are.”

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STOP.  LISTEN  TO  MY  FACECLAIM  SINGING  IN  YIDDISH. @mcsche  YOU HAVE  TO  SEE  THIS.

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“I have a right to be angry.”

          HEATED ARGUMENT. || accepting.

                    ❝ don’t talk to me like i’m some kind of a fucking idiot, lehnsherr. i know. ❞

     he doesn’t know erik. he doesn’t know what he’s been through, what he’s done to get to where he is, what keeps him awake in the middle of the night. all he knows is just what everybody else knows; that he’s a man with a dangerous past and an even more dangerous pulse-point. but warren does know is that there’s something swirling behind those glassy eyes —- what warren does know is that those hands aren’t rough out of coincidence, that erik’s sharp and ragged shoulders weren’t borne out of pearl and glass, that his aged spine and faded scars aren’t to be mistaken as a common thing.

     he knows that because he sees it behind that furious gaze. he recognizes it like it’s his own. 

     the fire. the burning.

     it’s not the same. he doesn’t know it. and yet, he does.

                      ❝ i never said otherwise, alright? i never told you to fuckin’ chill, and i still won’t, even though i really fucking want to. ❞  there’s a sharpness in his words, warren’s tone aimed like a dagger. he spits poison, half out of frustration and half out of fear.  ❝ you can count on me staying outta your goddamn gray-ass hair from here on out. ❞