Erik Lehnsherr

Ask and Roleplay Blog

[maxkirin]

There are people who think that things that happen in fiction do not really happen. These people are wrong.

Neil Gaiman (via maxkirin)

[danganronpawhoswho-blog]

This blog does not support or endorse the cruel treatment of others. This blog is accepting of all people regardless of race, age, gender, sexuality, political views, or other major aspects of a person’s personality. As long as you respect the mun of this blog, the mun will respect you. However, this blog will not tolerate the following

sending anon hate

insulting other roleplayers

vagueblogging about other roleplayers

sending messages or images with the intent to cause emotional or mental harm to another rper

hate in any form: (ship hate, character hate, rper hate, OC hate, canon hate, etc.) It’s okay to state that you dislike something, but don’t be malicious about it. There’s a difference between saying “I don’t roleplay with X.” and “X is stupid.”

This blog pledges to abide by the preceding rules.  The mun of this blog pledges to be polite, kind, accepting, and loving of all who follow this blog, regardless of the differences the mun may share with another mun. Regardless of any differences, the mun agrees to be respectful as long as respect is given in turn. If respect is not return, the mun may block/report/unfollow the other blog. However, no retaliation via hateful words/anon hate will be made. 

[three-of-clubsandwich]

[alenantonowa]

[edhelernil-a-deactivated2018020]

please reblog this post if you adore crossovers and AUs, i want to know just how many people love throwing their muse into situations they would never experience in their canon verse

[sakura-no-haruno]

Send me a ™ if you think I could be a writer for my muse's canon dialogue

[lavellansolas]

[xxmagneto]

Scars of Tomorrow

It had been a week since Cuba and the First Brotherhood were in for the night. Erik had been trying to spend as much time as he could by himself at night because of what happened to Charles. The man was sitting, just relaxing to calm the swirling thoughts in his head of everything that had happened. The man who he considered to be his brother... just cut out of his life. Erik sighed before running a hand through his hair and standing up. This was strange- he didn't know what to do with himself. The Great Magneto- stunned! "Just perfect," he muttered to himself in the room.

[kendaspntwd]

[kendaspntwd]

[xxmagneto]

OOC

Bed time for me- as soon as the play that I'm in is over, I'll make those fancy ONLINE/OFFLINE pictures.

Night!

[inperiosus-archive]

Character development time! Give me some interesting questions about my character and I will answer.

[xxmagneto]

The Land of the Free- Open

1949; New York, New York

Seventeen year old Erik was just stepping off the boat into New York, into America. He heard many stories about this country- about how he was free to pursue his dreams here. The teen wanted to lie in a place where he would be accepted and be free to lie his own life without the fear of being imprisoned like in Auschwitz for the sake of 'science'. Pushing the thoughts away, he kept walking until he had reached this little bistro. The teen had enough money for a decent meal until he could get to his cousin's home in Manhattan.

[xxmagneto]

One Shot: Cell Block Tango

He turned himself in, had a private trial and was sentenced to two consecutive life sentences. Erik would spend two lifetimes in here. Fun. The man was laying down on the... well, one could hardly call it a bed but it what was provided to him. They kept him in this underground prison- void of metal. His own personal Hell. A place he couldn't have control, a place where he felt... helpless. Erik usually was in control, usually he knew what to do or how to get out of a situation like this. But, they took away the one thing that he could unleash his anger on.

Metal.

It was almost like an addiction at first. Once he had set out on his quest to find Shaw, he felt unstoppable but now... he was trying to save President Kennedy and he failed. Erik stood up in his prion and could feel the anger bubbling up again. He needed another outlet of some kind but it was just him down here. The man balled up his fist, looking ready to punch the wall.

He wasn't sure what prompted the thought, but, he started thinking about that Hanukkah with his mother before she... passed away. Would she really be proud of some of the things he's done? Would she still call him her son?

Would she still love him?

He visibly relaxed before slowly walking back to that 'bed'- the hard surface, the thin pillow... This reminded him of Auschwitz.

At least he wasn't being a lab rat again.

[brookheimers]

[staff]

Today’s the day. The day you help save the internet from being ruined.

Ready? 

Yes, you are, and we’re ready to help you.

(Long story short: The FCC is about to make a critical decision as to whether or not internet service providers have to treat all traffic equally. If they choose wrong, then the internet where anyone can start a website for any reason at all, the internet that’s been so momentous, funny, weird, and surprising—that internet could cease to exist. Here’s your chance to preserve a beautiful thing.)

[deducingsammy]

It’s a very beautiful memory Erik, thank you.