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draw a monster. why is it a monster? ind. erik "magneto" lehnsherr. marvel 616. est. 2014(?).

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short about and rules until i get this blog in order.

GENERAL

this is a blog for marvel’s erik “magneto” magnus lehnsherr / max eisenhardt, 616 based with certain mcu influences and a selective mcu verse tailored my own way. i generally do not like the mcu or xmcu. i have been writing magneto for around 11 years and my takes are personally developed and my own. do not lift from me, i will notice. my previous url was magnetive.

i am jewish, as is erik. i don’t care about your goyische opinions. 

nsfw will appear, especially mentions of the holocaust and antisemitism, nazism, child death, violence, starvation, etc. i’ll tag almost anything. nsfw of a sexual variety will probably appear occasionally as well; i am 27. 

please tag a/b/o, mothers day, pet death, and pedophilia for me.

the usual goes. don’t godmod but inferences to move a thread along, be respectful and polite, no bigotry, etc. 

my interpretation of erik is not that of the hammy archetypal villain how he was portrayed in early appearances, nor that of certain depictions of a man dissatisfied with his faith. 

also, obviously i’ve always taken the twins as his own children and cannot see them as anything else. addendum, i do not appreciate “deadbeat dad” erik jokes, nor anything that seriously portrays him as not loving pietro. 

i will not interact with kilgrave blogs or “hydra” blogs. i don’t care if you’re “coping” or don’t endorse the fucking red skull. rape and nazism is not welcome on this blog.

SHIPPING 

i’ll basically say i’m open but selective. erik is not easy to ship with and its not the priority of my blog and never really has been. 

i see erik as a bi-ace man with male leanings; this does not discount the women he’s loved and never will.

i like cherik, but please be aware that i’m hyper critical of charles xavier, especially 616 charles, and think he’s a bit of a bastard. this isn’t mean to reflect you as a writer, just the character himself; in fact, it rarely reflects how erik himself feels. 

please note that i am severely uncomfortable shipping erik with anna marie / rogue. it’s totally fine if you ship them, but considering i portray erik as being actively involved with raven’s life, and having known her children since they were young, it makes me really uncomfortable to think of him dating either of them. i’m also just uncomfortable writing him with people who are way younger than him in general; they have to at least have emotional and physical maturity of an individual preferably in their 40s. 

no weird ships please. nothing with characters substantially younger than him or characters he does not and would never view in that light.

OTHER

again, erik is a jew and so am i. i’m going to be talking about it a lot and bringing it deep into my writing. this unfortunately is going to include the shoah, as its something erik lived through and experienced, and deeply impacted the way he would go about the rest of his life. despite his hardships, he loves himself, his faith and culture, etc. 

there are a number of people i dont want to see on my dash and will probably unfollow if i’m forced to. its not personal, it’s for my own comfort. 

DO NOT WRITE WITH ME IF YOU WRITE GENDERBENDS OR WRITE WITH GENDERBENDS. do not write with me if you write with weaponxtm / kiel. thank you.

if i follow, i want to write. if i’m at all irritated by something you post, i’m just going to unfollow for my sanity.  i do not follow first unless i know you.

DO NOT WRITE WITH ME IF YOU WHITEWASH THE MAXIMOFF TWINS. they are RROMA and JEWISH. if you use elizabeth olssen (or however you spell her name) as your fc, aware of all the shit shes said and aware that her playing the character she plays is whitewashing  and antisemitic, i hate you and want nothing to do with you.  if you are unaware, i will be happy to explain. 

if you dont have any mun info anywhere on your blog, i probably am not going to follow you. 

27, he/it. jewish. trans.

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some charles specific nsfw hcs for Sunday yippee. unformatted on mobile

bottoms, usually, for him. tops sometimes though, he enjoys taking care of charles too but its more like that of a very loyal dog. submissive in the same way, ready to sit at his feet, always going to protect him. but in terms of their bedroom habits, he most enjoys taking it from charles.

subs usually too unless he's feeling really feisty. unlike with most of his partners, erik feels no pull or need to lead with charles.

moderately kinky. erik uses his power to make restraints for himself as charles commands or even to aid him w his disability during sex so it won't limit him. charles uses his to tune erik into his own feelings of love and adoration and physical pleasure, and surely has used em to fuck erik in a semi public location and just mental blocked potential passers by.

likes being charles little wife. dutiful to him

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telepath more like telepathetic

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this sounds like something Magneto would say before high fiving Mystique

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baby erik circa 1958 a few months before leveling vinnitsya wip

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also i dont really ship erik with gaby (i dont really see it happening for one, and his heart wasnt open to women yet at that point as it was still occupied w magda; it takes until lorna's birth for him to be willing to date women again), but i do think charles was in a relationship with both erik and gaby in haifa more or less. erik was aware and didn't care, wasn't jealous, etc. (i like charles/gaby when its 'gaby is a recovering shoah survivor who falls in love with him' and not 'charles is preying on a vulnerable person', like wtf is that take.)

my point is that from the start he has kinda been david's third parent and is comfortable providing parenting to david that charles might not provide. he isn't part of their relationship--mostly because they're not close enough that i can see david caring who his father dated--but he has his own platonic relationship with david that mimics parental, if that makes sense. gaby was his friend, too, and someone his beloved, loves.

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@wyslyyzr gets a starter because I had an idea.

  It has been a worm in his brain ever since Magneto uttered those words. How could it not be? To be told by someone David genuinely respects that they trust him, that they want him to survive, is so alien to David. So against the odds.

  And sure, their relationship, if that's what you can call it, hasn't been great. There was that time when David went back in time to kill Magneto. And that time, Magneto was tasked with killing David if he lost control. So, tumultuous at best. Which only makes what Magneto said on the surface of the red planet all the more baffling.

  David has gotten to the point where he's convinced himself it couldn't have been true. Had to be a lie. Had to be something said in the heat of the moment to manipulate him. Probably didn't even really believe he would survive against Uranos’ army of murder machines. Yeah, that's it. A lie to control him. Nothing more, nothing real.

  It used to be that he'd wallow in that. Let it sit and fester. It used to be that he wouldn't say anything. That he'd keep his fears and anger to himself. No one wants to see an insane dude get emotional, but this is eating at him too much.

  Thus, David Haller finds himself in Magneto's home. He didn't knock. He wasn't polite. He just teleported himself right into the building. And because David isn't great at small talk and pleasantries, he just gets right to it.

  “Why would y’ say that to me?” he asks, frowning and agitated. He's forgotten to specify what exactly it is he's talking about. A habit of a guy so used to being in his own head. “Tellin’ me that y’ trust me, that you want me to live. It … It doesn't make sense.”

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the days go by long and hard, the sort where erik is more fragile and a could-be than a will-be. it could be that he'll live. it could be that all of this will resolve. it could be that their people will be safe, and free, and unburdened by cosmic judgment. it could be.

they're hard weeks, stretching in ways that feel like months if not years. and they make erik feel helpless, and stupid, and weak. they make him feel like the child he'd been, powerless to save his people, time and again, despite his unique position that facilitated the saving that never comes. he's learned no one will ever come for him, so he has to come for them.

still, damn them, for making him sit sideline. every time his chest twinges and pulses around the pain, he thinks he's going to collapse, that that one will be his last.

so, when david intrudes, it isn't exactly welcome. he's just lucky that it doesn't do his heart in right there, hand clapping over where the massive gorge of a wound had been, choking around a 'mein gott' and grumbles that don't particularly translate well in english. erik is in the middle of brewing an early morning coffee when david gives him his surprise, bringing his ministrations to a slow if not a halt. he turns so they're facing each other, taking a moment to assess him.

david isn't his son, but, frankly, he might as well be. sometimes, he thinks the patience he affords david remains to be forged between himself and charles; he loves david's father, but he sees every point of discourse made on charles' faults, and finds them--honest.

' you could do the polite thing and knock first, yingele. ' magneto's chide comes soft, sarcastic, without teeth. ' what? i-- ' and then david clarifies, sinking a hard, sad stone in erik's chest. he's quiet for a minute, adjusting the timer on the coffee pot. ' david.. come now. why would i not? i said it because it's the truth. do you want coffee? '

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LEGAL NAME :  max eisenhardt or erik lehnsherr. max is his birthname; it is unclear if he had name legally changed to erik.

NICKNAME(S) : magnus, magneto, the master of magnetism, king magnus, the creator, red, the white king, the seat of loss.

DATE OF BIRTH :  sometime around 1930.

GENDER : intersex with mostly male presenting genitalia and development, technically considered androgynos by the talmud, considers himself a cis man and is unaware of this as any intersex traits are internal.

PLACE OF BIRTH :  nuremberg, germany.

CURRENTLY LIVING :  verse dependent. erik has a home in the adirondacks, but is very... he goes where his people go, so if there is somewhere mutant-made to live (e.g. genosha, krakoa), he will be there. 

SPOKEN LANGUAGES :  german, yiddish, hebrew, polish, russian, english, french, spanish, basic mandarin, possibly japanese (?), probably arabic. knows a tiny bit of italian due to the war.

EDUCATION :  formal education seceded when jewish families were no longer permitted to attend public school, around 1938. max was forcibly removed from whatever school he attended, though considering the eisenhardts were middle class, i have to assume jakob and edie probably tried to continue his education in some form or another. max received privated tutoriing until the tutors refused to associate with a jewish family "to protect [themselves]". max never had a reason or time to go back to school after that. 

HAIR COLOUR :  naturally it is black. max was born with jet black, curly hair, and looks a lot like his uncle erich. however, upon the awakening of the x-gene, all of erik's hair from head to toe spontaneously turned bright, almost albino white. the white has nothing to do with age.

EYE COLOUR :  grey, however the clear pale aspect catches the light in a way where they reflect blue at times. 

HEIGHT : 6 ft. 3. would've been around 6'5 if not critically malnourished in puberty.

family information.

SIBLINGS :  ruth eisenhardt, younger sister, deceased.

PARENTS :  jakob eisenhardt, father, deceased. edith "edie" eisenhardt, mother, deceased.

CHILDREN : anya eisenhardt, daughter, deceased. wanda maximoff, daughter. pietro maximoff, son. lorna dane, daughter.

PETS : i reiterate: fabian cortez. ideally, he'd love having a cat, but he's transient enough he'd need someone fixed at his home to take care of his cat while he's gone. so what kind of life would he be giving it then? 

relationship information.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION :  bisexual biromantic with a slight preference for men.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS :  verse and thread dependent. typically a widower whose developed a long term relationship with charles xavier, albeit without usual labels. marriage to magda is never officially annulled unless a future partner requests it.

TAGGED BY: @snkts kiss kiss TAGGING: i'm terrible at this, i'd prefer if you grabbed it from me then @'d me :-3

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some mutation related hcs

erik doesn't need to move any part of his body to use his mutations, its more of a conductive habit. when he was young he did it to visualize his mutation and focus it, though it actually has no real effect. he can manipulate anything he can feel around him, moving his hands and eyes is just the easiest way for him to conceptualize and 'grab' the things around him.

erik could in theory adapt his mutation to produce what is basically normal electricity. but you need like a fucking masters in physics to understand this so im not even gonna bother, but electromagnetism and electricity are like two sides of a coin. if he ever figured that out he'd be fucking ridiculously unstoppable. he's already stupidly op.

erik's mutation works in a way where a telepath attempting to peek into his brain will be met with constantly-moving electrical synapses and impulses, hence why they will actually just have no signal. i do think its absolutely possible for a powerful telepath like charles or emma or jean to crack that shell and steady everything to peek in, but it takes effort and will hurt erik. charles has done it to him without his consent and it made his nose bleed / shocked him like a jolt to the brain. otherwise he has to work with the telepath to let them in; emma maintains a tenuous latch to his brain, so to speak, so she can reach out to him whenever she needs to without causing herself or him harm. charles, doesnt. (he loves charles to absolute death. but he doesn't trust him not to change something or pull a string. he knows the temptation is just too great for him, that he can't help himself, that it's even somewhat just reactive / an instinct. so he doesn't give him the line.)

when pietro is speeding around, erik cant see him by any means, but he can feel him. he feels his movement through the electromagnetic waves and natural gravitational pull in the earth, and could in theory 'grab' him. would only ever do this if absolutely necessary, though.

if erik thought he was going to lose control of himself in a location where he cared about what happened to the people around him (so most places, now, if populated), he would fly himself into the air as high as he could without passing out before he unleashed whatever was agitating him. he could, in theory, cause emp blackouts across the entire world, which would completely destroy modern infrastructure. he is well aware there is a reason why there are so many eyes on him, and why every nation's military has some kind of magneto contingency protocol. he's actually a bit amused by it.

regularly opens wormholes to jump distances if he feels its too far to fly. otherwise he'll fly there.

and yeah he can fly chest out, horizontal, superman-style or like most flying chars typically fly, but he just doesnt like it/doesnt want to fly like that. he likes being vertical. so yes erik typically flies upright and just manipulates his ascent and movements, i'm sure there are some very weird pictures out there that people think are UFO sightings and its really just erik hundreds of feet up flying toward something.

can magnetize himself to something and follow it across the world if he has to. this is something demonstrated in the xmcu i actually really like.

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even though erik doesnt actively hate humans anymore (though frankly can you blame him for ever hating them to begin with) he does make it very clear every time he spares the life of one he knows possesses negative or hateful sentiments towards mutants they are only alive because someone (himself, or the x-men, or charles) is letting them live.

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      a visit to her father was  always  in  the  cards  for  her;  of  all  of  the  four  parental  figures  wanda  had,  he  was  the  only  one  that  lasted.  django  and  marya  were  long  gone,  and  her  mother  was  a  non-existent  memory.  she  craved  for  her  more  than  she  would  likely  admit,  but  kept  her  name  off  her  mouth  to  not  burden  erik  of  all  people,  after  all,  she  knew  what  losing  her  meant  to  him.  but  she  had  a  vision  not  long  ago,  a  vision  that  she  shouldn't  have  had,  of  a  figure  watching  in  the  shadows,  and  her  heart  knew  it  was  her.  she  was  probably  keeping  tabs  on  the  twins  she  couldn't  have  raised.        the  curiosity  killed  the  cat,  so  as  her  father  prepared  supper,  the  question  slipped  her  lips  without  thinking,  without  even  planning  it.  she  saw  his  shoulders  tense  and  started  to  backtrack.  the  words  were  yet  to  come  out  of  her  lips,  a  mere  mumble,  but  were  interrupted  by  the  patriarch  as  he  instead  lifted  his  hand,  allowing  this  intimate  moment  to  flow.  the  scarlet  witch  kept  her  eyes  on  him,  expectant,  and  her  mind  for  a  second  went  to  her  secondborn,  william,  and  the  questions  he  would  have  had  about  her;  if  they  had  their  way,  magneto  would  have  raised  his  children,  as  wanda  would  have  raised  her  own.  but  their  path  was  already  written,  and  sorrow  was  always  intertwined  in  it.   

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when wanda offers him quiet repose, erik takes the opportunity to balance the prepatory acts (mostly rubbing seasoning into the lamb meat, finding the thin silverskin to carve away) and migrating his memories with slow, trepidatious care. there was only a level of vulnerability he consorted, a limit to his comfort, even with his daughter whom knew his love without condition.

though, he's sure its seemed conditional at times. he hasn't always made the right decisions, said the right things; harm was inevitable the longer a father coexisted with his children. maybe if he'd died, he'd have lived on unblemished in name alone.

he clicks his tongue, focusing instead on what he wants to divulge instead of the unpleasant sensation of the sticking fluids. ' of course, i developed a crush on her. she was pretty, and didn't treat me.. ' he pauses, drifts. even before the shoah, antisemitic tensions in europe hadn't spared germany's children. ' it was the middle of the occupation. i was supposed to be a .. guter jude, you know, quiet and weak. but, you must imagine.. day after day of this, i could not take it anymore, i wanted to impress her. we threw javelins during physical education, and i had to be above the rest. '

the oven beeps, warning erik of it's precipitous heat. he washes his hands when he's finished doling seasoning, scrubbing under the beds of his nails and the walls of his cuticles. ' i was nearly beaten for it, but magda did not forget that. i found her again, when we were interred. ' a handful of potatoes follow the lamb-shank, knife held at erik's palm and the tract of his wrist. his chopping is rhythmic and thoughtless, like he's done it a hundred times, preoccupied as he speaks, ' we escaped together. we didn't have anything but each other. our families were dead, and no one was going to help us. we did whatever work we could, any job that would hire us, moving around europe to follow the work. '

carefully, he tugs open the door hands-free, grasping the metallic handle beneath the layers of heat-dampening resins. the pan slides in, lamb braced by chunked potato and baby carrots. a braising of butter and red wine permeates the meat and vegetables. erik wipes his hands on his apron as he shuts the door, the buttons impressing without his touch; a timer starts, counting down from fourty minutes.

' she wakes me one day to tell me.. "ich bin schwanger." she is carrying your sister. well, what man am i if i don't marry her? we have a private ceremony. i know so little people then, but she has her people.. your people. ' his nod is gentle and affirming, meeting wanda's eyes before he continues. ' i was very young, then. we danced for hours, she wore a beautiful dress. it was ruffled with blue flowers. ' he remembers the little stone of broken glass that had wedged itself in the grooves of his fancy dress shoes, and how terrified he'd been that he'd ruined the only pair he'd had.

' your sister was named anya. she was our blessing, we weren't sure if your mother could ever bear children, and she did it thrice. ' his shoulders shrug, like the memory won't hurt all the same. he reaches up into a high cabinet to retrieve ceramic plates, floats utensils out of a lower drawer. ' hmm.. what would you like to drink? i've red wine--it's kosher, mind you--and a variety of juice. there might be some milk left, luna always drinks it all. '

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i have no interest in actually using him as, afaik, he isn't jewish (hes clearly german but no mention of judaism anywhere), but

gerhard friedl has that maximoff (magneto line) phenotype

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" if yer gonna lecture me 'bout givin' raven anotha' chance, i ain't listenin'. " said with crossed arms and a loud hmph. very mature, rogue. very mature.

the fire in her is twinned in erik, recognition lighting up his impassive stare. he can't help but huff a breath of amusement at the irony he's presented with: the glare of her narrowed eyes looks exactly like her mothers, regardless of biological relation.

' no, ' hums the master of magnetism, ' you are under no obligation to entertain your mother, though it wounds her you won't return her calls. ' ain't woundin' her enough, he imagines, hears it in anna-marie's voice long before it leaves her painted lips.

he shrugs his shoulders. ' but, are you of the belief she is undeserving of attending her daughter's wedding? would you indulge that? '

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erik + language

polygot. the eisenhardt household used german and yiddish interchangeably so that is what max learned natally. he learned hebrew more formally, as part of his education, rather than the language that is used primarily around the home. as he was shamed by goyische germans over using yiddish, he uses it somewhat aggressively now, and frequently refers to his children and grandchildren with yiddish words and terms.

language order goes german/yiddish (learned together) -- hebrew -- polish -- russian -- english -- arabic -- french -- spanish. probably has a rudimentary understanding of mandarin, probably knows some more beyond this. given that english is his like, fifth or sixth language, he does make mistakes sometimes. mostly it is forgetting a word, or using the wrong word in a sentence.

frequently texts billy, specifically, 'billy what is this thing' when he cant think of the english word he wants to use. mostly because he's pretty sure of everyone in his immediate family, billy is least likely to make fun of him or tell other people gramps was struggling with a word again. it does embarrass him a bit when he makes a language mistake, so. otherwise he'll ask wanda, considering its highly unlikely english is high up on her list of learned languages too (seems like it'd be romani -- russian -- maybe polish -- english). he never asks pietro and rarely asks tommy or lorna.

english being such a late learned language (30s) means erik speaks really formally now that he understands it. he has no respect for this language, he's speaking it because he has to. only through very clear articulation does he ever feel his point is being considered, hence why he talks like he's reading a book.

english is accented. accent was a lot thicker as a young man, slowly has faded over time but is still there. its super hard for me to describe eriks voice as i dont have just one actor i can point to, but his accent is somewhere between set roth's accent in wolfenstein and a "typical" german accent like, fuckin flula.

takes to new languages pretty easily, all things considered. enjoys speaking with others in their native language.

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rarely did wanda afford him the vulnerability to inquire about her mother.

in fact, erik cannot remember the last time she had. perhaps stewing in meshuval wine, the only kind he kept in his pantry, carding through an old mislabeled box bearing a lifetime of mementos and experiences. it would make sense: alcohol loosened the tongue, churned up emotion and memory.

he's midst preparing them a supper, indulging in his daughter's visit, a pink-and-blue apron cinched at the small of his waist, when she asks about her. his hands still, slick with lamb shank residues, shoulders tightening. before wanda can rescind her request, erik lifts his hand just so, as if to say, it's okay. you can ask.

' where do i start? ' murmurs the master of magnetism, resuming his ministrations. he leans over a countertop to spin a lazy susan, seeking a particular jar of dried spice. ' i met her when we were children. she was the daughter of my elementary school's cleaner. '

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' the new year was months ago. ' a pause, and, as not to seem ungrateful, ' but, thank you. '