Cyg Nautilos
I want someone to write me an X-Men Stonewall AU but I don’t just want it to be all about the white cismale characters like a lot of Queers try to act like Stonewall was all about.
I am going to try to make the Stonewall section of my MtF!Sean fic have more people involved. I did run the risk of doing the “white cocks” thing because I was mostly going to make it about Tom and Cain but clearly, there needs to be more going on. I mean, I have Sean (who is MtF in my fic) and Maeve and Raven so there are ladies but they are all white (well, Raven is blue but you get the idea…)
I wish I could find a way to fit Rictor in (the world just needs more gay Mexican mutants on principle) but he’d be just a baby during Stonewall so I don’t know…
Sorry, I’m just rambling now.
I like your rambles pls continue
Hey, if the movies can play fast and loose with the timelines and dates everyone was born, why can’t fic writers? I am firmly pro including whatever the hell comics characters you want even if they weren’t created in the 60s or whatever era a story is set in.
BEHOLD THE WAR! …or another 9-11-10 inspired pic.
I wanted to post one assotiative song here, but seems it will come in the next post with some close-ups maybe, And some thoughts later too.
Hope you like it anyway!
Gorgeous! There are so many amazing details here; from the spectrum in the background, to the constellations in the Lady’s dress, to Jean and Erik and what they have in common. I could stare at this all night long. And probably will. :)
On the desk/table is one of my all time favorite kinks.
Was trying to draw porn but…just barely manage to get Charle’s pants down.
Ohh btw it’s weird that most Teacher/Student fanfic I saw so far Erik is the teacher! :O
Now I want to see young student!Erik chasing his sexy/nerdy professor around campus and knocking his door down every office hour and stuff
Write all the AUs today. Uh, warnings/advertisements for professor/student relationship (Charles/Erik), authority kink, mind-reading, referenced bondage
Nearly every day Erik curses and gives thanks for the fact that he’d been putting off his interdisciplinary advanced lab until his last term of coursework. Often, when he’s watching Professor Xavier pacing around in front of the projector, gesturing his way through an algorithm, he does both. Judging from the looks on his classmates’ faces, vacant with a glaze of admiration on top, Erik’s willing to bet that no one has ever appreciated the Seminar in Bioinformatics quite this way before.
Although really, he’s appreciating Professor Xavier’s very pretty mouth and how his hair is tousled from running his fingers through it, and remembering the time he’d been out for a jog and seen Professor Xavier loping along in running shorts that had done extremely nice things to his thighs. From there his mind segues into those thighs bracketing his head as Erik kneels between them, unzipping those ridiculous khakis and reaching in, Professor Xavier’s fingers in his hair to encourage him…
OH MY GOD
This is just a reminder to get your prompts in! Since prompts have slowed down so much, I’m going to continue letting people add them right up until XMFC Bingo opens for business (which will most likely be on the afternoon/evening of the 24th, but I’ll keep you guys posted).
Magneto going to con because he is a fanboy of Magical Xmen’s leader Professor X
He writes fanfic too and they are mary-sue of himself with Professor X shut upA guest art for an upcoming TV/Moive convention in Taiwan
Or read them at AO3 (the link below).
Magneto vs. The Magical X-Men, written by aesc, inspired by pala
Magneto’s amazing cape is keire-ke’s brilliant idea. Praise her.
Chapter Two Part the First
It required all his years of training and self-discipline for Magneto to fall asleep that night.
If anyone were so foolhardy as to watch Magneto toss and turn in search of slumber, they might think the helmet had something to do with it. Because the only person who would dare enter Magneto’s private sanctum would be an idiot, they would also be wrong. Magneto had learned to sleep with his helmet on, ever-vigilant as he was for telepathic attacks when away from the safety of his evil lair.
As he hovered on the edge of tipping over into unconsciousness, Magneto wondered what the odds were of Francis Pembroke really showing up, and what he would do if Francis Pembroke strode onto the stage during the Magical X-Men panel. Then he wondered if he would see Charles tomorrow.
….does Magneto have a picture of Professor X taped to the ceiling of his bedroom?? (Also, lol “the Badger”)
Prompted by xshiromorix: Charles and Erik on the boat, immediately after coming out of the ocean: Erik meeting Charles, Raven, and Moira for the first time. What does he think of them? What do they think of him? How does Charles convince him to stay on?
Charles Xavier would not stop talking.
He was, at least, talking out loud now, which was much less unsettling than the sourceless, inescapable voice in his head. But talking he certainly was, enthusiastic declarations about nucleotides, Gregor Mendel, the CIA, and hypothermia spilling endlessly from the man as they were shepherded into the cutter’s tiny galley to be given blankets and bad coffee. The chatter was irritating — everything about the man was irritating – what right did he have to interfere with Erik’s affairs?
And yet Erik could not look away from him, this man who looked like a drowned kitten but had spoken to him with the power of a lion, a prince on the battlefield, a burning bush. His mere existence upended Erik’s life.
You have your tricks, I have mine. I’m like you. You’re not alone.
Erik was never less than 100% aware of his surroundings, or he’d have been dead long before, so he knew there were other people on the boat — knew their locations, their weapons, had a peripheral bead on their body language. But he was startled to realize he hadn’t given any of them any actual thought until Xavier began introducing them.
First, MacTaggert, the CIA agent. Erik imagined they were regarding each other with very similar expressions of stony suspicion, each looking for signs of the other’s competence, and rather unhappy to find them. A lady CIA agent — he couldn’t afford to underestimate someone who overcame that kind of disadvantage. Interestingly, MacTaggert’s first apparent instinct was to get herself between him and Xavier.
Even more interestingly, Erik’s first instinct was not to let her.
Xavier interrupted the dance by introducing a second person as his sister, Raven. Raven, on first glance, was blonde and pretty and useless — and rather taken with Erik, from the way she kept staring at his wetsuit. Erik made a note of that as potentially useful, but had already turned the bulk of his attention back to Charles — Xavier, back to Xavier — when the man said, “Show him what you can do, Raven.”
And the unexceptional blonde was replaced by a gorgeous creature of jewel-like color and glowing eyes. Erik barely restrained himself from reaching out to touch.
“Raven is a mutant, like you and I,” Charles said, his voice low and earnest, sounding somehow as if they were the only people in the room. “Years ago, I decided that made her my sister.” And you, Erik, he added silently, that strange and compelling presence in his head, will you be our brother?
A brotherhood of mutants. The idea pulled at him like the tide, like hunger, like nothing he could ever remember — except perhaps his revenge against Shaw. Nothing, nothing could be allowed to interfere with that.
Nevertheless, he took the startlingly warm hand Xavier extended, and couldn’t help returning the smile a little when the man’s face lit up like a sunrise. Maybe, when Shaw was dead, when all this was over — he might have a brother, a family, he could be with people like himself.
Maybe, he thought, Charles’s brilliant gaze burning into his, there was some kind of hope for him after all.
IT’S JUST RAINING ON MY FACE OKAY
Faerie!Charles and Erik the shape-shifting raven.
I like to think Erik decorated Charles with metal like that to court him. Charles was very pleased.
(Pay no attention to where I completely cheated and faded Erik’s lower body and feet away)The fae have no love of iron, which disappoints Erik. He would love to bring swords and armor to lay at Charles’s feet, misericordes too—slim and elegant but powerful, like Charles himself.
As it is, he has more than enough, and it’s easier to steal small things in his bird form. Besides, Erik thinks as he picks up the long silver chain, making sure he’s looped it well enough so it won’t tangle or catch on anything in his flight, small things accentuate the strength in Charles’s bones or the deceptively fragile-seeming curve of his neck.
The lady who owns this necklace—and the sapphire ring Erik has clutched in his beak—will doubtless miss it, but the necklace and the ring will look much better gracing Charles than her.
When Erik lands, and the brush of his wing against Charles’s cheek turns to the brush of fingers, Charles will turn, a sweetly welcoming smile curving his lips. The day he’s spent in the summer sun will have brought out a few more of his freckles and the clear azure of his eyes. The sapphire will be a pale shadow of that blueness as Charles slips the ring on his little finger and holds it close to his face to study it. And he will stay still as Erik deftly loops the long chain over the sturdy, curving bone of his horns and admires how it lies against the brown curl of Charles’s hair.
(via mrkinch)
We of the #xmentales chat are attempted to come up with a list of prompts for an XMFC Bingo community. The list can be found here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1p-K2H-iPIi1_w_JDDkctGYuTVVRBWxfVPno1Zhxv_tQ/edit
Feel free to go in and add or suggest stuff. Please don’t delete anything.
It is pretty clear already that a lot of the prompts are Charles/Erik-based, but prompts for any character/pairing are welcome. Prompts should be no more than a few words, and should either be an AU, a trope, or a kink of some kind. If you’re not sure if something counts, add it anyway and I’ll do cleanup on the list later.
I love the person who added “bears.”
X-Men: First Class - Heist AU:
The cunning telepath, the stealthy shapeshifter, the crafty metalbender.
Max was not particularly impressed by the pair of them. They looked like bored rich kids. Max didn’t fancy getting locked up because some kids and their romance with danger.
“So can you do it?” The boy asked. He wondered if that beard he was sporting fooled anyone into forgetting the cherubic face underneath. He probably still got carded.
Max looked at the blue prints, the weight and mass of the vault doors. The lists of metals in the trucks and the sculptures. He could probably rip the whole building from the edifice, though it wouldn’t make for a speedy or stealthy getaway. He wasn’t the issue.
“That depends more on what you can do.”
“He said we’ll take care of the tech, so we’ll do it,” the girl said, leaning over the table, looking up at him with a look both hungry and defensive.
Unlike her partner, she looked like she could be a predator one day. She pushed into the discussion with her shoulders—protective and eager. Her body was lithe and round, but her face gave her too few years. She was younger than the boy. A little faster to jump on things than he was.
“Yes, but what can you do?” It was a question any mutant anywhere understood.
“None of your damn business.” She said, curling into her defiance with satisfaction.
The boy put a calming hand on her shoulder, and then tucked her hair behind her ear. “That’s not unreasonable. We can’t ask Mr. Lehnsherr to take this kind of risk without revealing any of our plans. Would you mind, love?”
She sighed, but ultimately her look of exasperation was affected and fond. After casting Max a private smirk, he was staring at a mirror image of himself. Every inch of her had expanded and retracted in a blue-tinged whir to reflect him, down to the very clothes he had on. It was exact. Then she even opened her mouth to speak, duplicating his voice excellently.
“Lehnsherr. Erik Lehnsherr. But all my friends call me Magneto, the human magnet.”
The boy bit his lip, barely holding in his laughter. Then she spun into a perfect replica of the boy, postured in some way that he assumed was an inside joke, and said in his soft, trans Atlantic accent, “That is an absolutely fascinating mutation, my dear. Fascinating.”
Then she slipped back into her blonde hair and golden, leonine face with a smirk, taking a bow. The boy applauded, though issued no surprise. He’d obviously seen her schtick dozens of times if not more.
Max felt a little winded by the surprise. It certainly explained how they planned to get around the personalized security system. And if Max were honest with himself, he felt a little elated tension stirring low in his gut. It was an exciting mutation to say the least. He’d always been impressed by sheer capability, and that was certainly a eye-catching display.
It was only a moment, but he shook himself out of his stupor. In a flash that was nearly imperceptible, he’d caught the boy looking at him. The boy’s eyes were penetrative and sharp. The look melted away into the jovial amusement he’d seen heretofore.
“And you?” Max said.
“I’m the reason we can know for certain where the safe is, when the guards are changing shift, how to enter the building. And that all of this information is accurate.”
“You’re human, then,” Max said, frowning. Aza had told him it was an all mutant crew. “Unless you’re mutant ability is knowing stuff.”
There was no hiding the prideful smile that emerged on the boy’s face. The girl snorted laughter. “Well, we generally prefer the term telepathy, but, more or less.”
Max’s slightly aroused interest dimmed. In a sudden spasm he attempted to darken his mind, to keep from thinking of anything he didn’t want to the telepath to know. Except that naturally did the exact opposite. He immediately thought of everything secret, including his real name.
“Relax” the boy said. It took a moment to realize, however, that he wasn’t speaking aloud. It was coming from inside Max’s head. “I intend for this to be a simple transaction. You help us get what we need and you’ll be paid. That will be the end of it. I’ve no interest in stealing anything but what we have planned.”
The boy added, with a convivial smile, “You understand why we didn’t tell your friend a telepath was involved. Surely no skilled criminal would take the job.”
“Is this choice out of my hands now? You’ll find out things and blackmail me.”
The boy looked offended. “Of course not. You’ll be paid, Mr. Lehnsherr. If you chose not to take the job, you’ll walk out this door unharmed and with no malice on our part.”
After a long moment of Max’s hesitation, he added, “You’ll notice I used the name you gave us, Mr. Lehnsherr, not the name I heard in your head. Nothing has changed, other than you now know my mutation. If I hadn’t wanted to blackmail you into working for us, I’d have already done it.”
The girl nodded. “He’s really such a wet blanket. Morals and everything.”
Max resisted the urge to sigh. “You are stealing someone else’s property.”
The two shared a look that Max couldn’t read. Perhaps, they were even speaking telepathically. Finally the girl huffed and turned away from the table.
“Yes, well. Will you take the job?”
Max thought about the potential danger of working a job with two inexperienced, albeit clever, mutants. The danger of working with a telepath who could theoretically open up him and everyone he knew to blackmail or arrest. He thought about the rather exorbitant amount of money they were offering to pay him should the heist go off and weighed it against the danger.
Then he remembered the feeling of lifting the steel plates and bolts and re-lockers, and feeling the sheer heft of a whole vault—and nodded. “I’m in.”
~*~
I might be considering continuing this as a real fic. Maybe. But also, has anyone given this an rpf ship name? Because if they did and it’s not McLawBender, that was a huge waste.
YES CONTINUE IT :D
A multifandom ficlet/art exchange focusing on female or Jewish characters, and also some evil viziers. Sign ups end on the night of Feb 3rd. Rules, FAQs, and sign ups here!
cuz I’d love to see some fics with Erik, Kitty, Billy, Gabrielle Haller and David, Kate Kane and everyone else (Ben Grimm, Moonknight, Sabra, and others I’m not thinking of right now) this year ^_^
SIGNAL BOOSTING LIKE A BOSS
he who is the keeper of my soul (AO3) by me
art (LJ master) by the ever beautiful clarounette
An accident…
There was an accident.
Next thing he knows, Erik is a ghost trying not to fall through the floor (or maybe through the ceiling – he can hardly keep track) of a hospital while his body lays comatose in bed. Then a doctor named Xavier is blabbering on to him about how he’s so bloody sorry that Erik saved his life and a little blond ghost of a girl is making him promise to stalk her older brother in order to protect him from a possible prophecy straight out of every cliché movie Erik has ever watched.
So, there he is, Erik fucking Lehnsherr, ghost and comatose patient to a blabbering doctor named Charles Francis Xavier, sworn to protect him from the ever-constant threat of the world (and probably himself).
rating: explicit
word count: 34,735
warnings: referenced death of a minor character, mild to strong depictions of violence, supernatural activity, and sexual content.
(via -ml)
It is late November and sleet raps daily against the hospital window. All around him, through the walls and down endless corridors, it robs sleep from the other patients in his ward. But he has long tired of their dreams, and he has nearly died of his own.
Moira is his only visitor. For weeks she has handed him books just out of his reach and she sits at the side of his bed keeping their secrets. Her pity is easiest to look at, and she is the only one he allows. The rest he has barred, though he knows the nursing staff and handful of security will be no obstacle for the two now furthest from him. If they find out, there will be nowhere for him to hide.
But they don’t find out.
And they don’t come.
Wow.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Jubilee said, and she sounded excited. “There was this Dazzler music video back in the day where she was roller skating, and then she was attacked by this ice king and suddenly everyone was on ice skates instead of- any way,” she said hurriedly. “It always looked like fun.
Yuletide author reveals are up! I helped beta this X-23 and Jubilee fic by thankyouturtle that everyone should go read because it’s adorable!
