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Watching the original alien at work tonight this is the gc half way through
I've been seeing X-Men 97 and ummm... that old man looks kinda well-preserved. I feel like if you made a joke about having to go slow so he wouldn't have a heart attack, Erik/magneto would wait until y'all were alone and fuck you so fast that your your vision starts blurring from how fast your body gets thrown around while he's doing it, but the he'd be like- “Oh we have to be mindful of my health, you wouldnt want to tax my frail old body too much, right, sweetheart?” and slow down to a slow-ass snails pace when you're close. Like you've gotta keep begging that old man to fuck you properly and he's like- “but don't you care about my health? 🥺 You would want to give this poor old man a heart attack right?🥺” and he keeps alternating pace to keep you away from your orgasm and then when you're finally crying, he'll speed up and force like, 3 out of you, back to back.
giggling manically bc this is my first magneto ask and im so in love with that old man...
but yes im sorry he's such a dickhead. "c'mon dove.. im lookin out for my heart, what're you gonna do if im gone?" and everytime he speeds up he chuckles, but he won't say anything because he likes listening to you fall apart under him and and and
HE’S A GREAT WHAT—?
Ignorant Bliss
Erik Lehnsherr x Plus size!reader
Word Count: 2406 words
Warnings: sort of an AU where Reader is Peter’s mother
Summary: Erik finding out that he has a son that he never knew about.
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just eat your food and say goodnight.
erik lehnsherr (magneto) x reader, platonic! peter maximoff (quicksilver) x reader • x-men (movies) • fluff, female reader
Summary: Peter Maximoff is a mischievous little shit. Y/N Lehnsherr and her husband Erik love him anyway. AO3
“Well, I’m calling it a night then.”
A content sigh escaped your lips as you stood up from your seat at the dining table and gingerly picked up your own dishes as well as the other empty ones left on the table. Those who noticed thanked you quickly before resuming their respective conversations — like Raven and Charles who were too busy bickering like children — while others made the effort to collect the ones on the other end of the table, namely Hank, Jean and Scott; the latter only doing so after being dragged by his girlfriend.
“Hey, you got an early class too, old man. Can’t risk waking up late with that back of yours.” You gestured to your husband, pointedly looking at him with a smirk on your face. He mirrored your expression, playfully cringing his nose to tease you but it only made you chuckle, a sound that was music to his ears.
“Good night then, everyone.” Erik stood up, following suit behind you, a melody of good night’s responding to him in different tones and variations of the phrase.
“The old man joke doesn’t age well with you, Y/N!”
Although muffled as he said it with a mouth full of food, it was clear enough for you to hear and snap your head towards him. Peter, the beloved speedster, snickered to himself at his own joke. He was too busy shoving chocolate pudding down his throat to notice that a couple of those around him had gone quiet, staring at him with disapproving eyes.
Raven reached over to flick the side of his head and Charles leaned back to give her the leeway, “Dumbass.”
“Ow!”
In your one thousand and thirty-five years of living, it was no surprise that all jokes about your age had grown stale. You hated them, having heard every single phrase on Earth…it was just plain boring to hear them make unoriginal jabs at your age at this point. If they got creative, you wouldn’t mind so much, but after hearing the same variations of the same jokes your whole life? Anyone would be understandably annoyed. Erik knew this, almost everyone at the table did as well. But, you figured it slipped Peter’s mind. It always did.
As he rubbed the side of his head, he stared angrily at the shapeshifter but was met by a pair of equally disappointed eyes that belonged to a certain Professor. A sheepish look fell on Peter’s face when he realised his mistake.
“You should know not to be too casual with your professors.” Charles raised an eyebrow.
Of course, you didn’t take it too seriously, he was a kid that meant no real harm so you didn’t really feel any real anger towards the young speedster, maybe even none at all. But he’s been bothering you too many times lately that it was starting to get on your nerves. So, you put on your Strict Professor Face and stared him down, determined to make him break a sweat at the very least. It probably wouldn’t put a cork in Peter’s attitude, but maybe you’d earn yourself a few weeks off from his incessant clowning.
Erik suppressed the grin that was starting to tug at his cheeks, he knew what you were doing, so he wordlessly took the stack of plates from your grip and continued your task for you. He caught Charles’ eye and they shared a knowing look for a brief moment.
Peter was in trroubleeeee.
“You do know how I feel about those jokes, Maximoff.”
“Funny, right?” He tried to play innocent, nervously smiling at you.
“I’ve told you so many times before that, no, I do not find them funny. We do not share the same sense of humour. Charles is right, you shouldn’t be so casual with me. We may be friends in your mind, but I’m still your professor, and I deserve at least a minimal amount of respect.”
Whew, that made even me sweat. Charles’ voice cackled in your mind.
Peter Maximoff was rarely left speechless, so it was an eighth wonder of the world to have him staring at you with his eyes widened and mouth shut. He gulped, shocked at being scolded by his favourite — although he’d never admit it to anyone — lecturer.
It hurt you too much to leave him that way, though. You were his favourite for a reason…that reason being how gracious you were to his faults that seemed to be never-ending. Relenting, you cracked a smile and used your powers to jolt him out of his daze and confusion. The sound of your chortling hit him with the reality behind the situation.
“Just messing with you, kid. I think you broke your own record for the longest time of being speechless.”
He rolled his eyes and groaned in effort to mask his relief, not wanting to admit she actually did get him back for once. “Unbelievable.”
“Serves you right for always making fun of me. I’m not kidding when I say it’s annoying!”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever makes you feel better, grandma.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, “At least I’m not the one with greying hair.”
Peter frowned and opened his mouth, about to fire back a retort but you stopped him by laughing and ruffling his grey strands, “C’mon kid, just eat your food and say goodnight. Careful though, don’t choke.”
Your feet carried you over to your original destination, the intent of loading the dishwasher now appearing at the forefront of tour mind, but it was halted immediately.
As if someone had pushed him forward, Peter sped over to the sink area before you could even turn around, mumbling something about doing the dishes. You glanced curiously at the smiling telepath who simply gave you a shrug in return.
You bid your farewells to everyone again, Peter’s quip of ‘g’night’ not escaping you either when you went to pat him on the back affectionately.
A patiently waiting Erik tugged at your hand, clasping it in his own as he led you out of the kitchen and up the stairs, swinging your hands in tandem with his.
“You think he’s gonna be okay?” You worriedly asked aloud, suddenly very concerned that Peter wasn’t aware you had been joking. The role you played in his life was somewhat maternal, and you didn’t want him to think you were actually being curt with him.
“Who? Peter?” Erik gave you a sideways glance, “That boy’s smarter than he seems, he knows what you were doing. Don’t worry so much, darling. With how fast he moves, I’m sure his mind has moved on to other things by now.”
You hummed in reply, pleased with his answer. “Sometimes I think you might be the resident telepath with how good you are at reading my mind.”
“That’s just called being married to each other, my dear.”
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“Y/N!” The sound of his sing-song voice was not what alerted you to Peter’s presence, nor was it the sound of his shoes squeaking before he rushed over with his powers, instead, it was the lack of formality. He never called you Professor or anything of the sort.
You never chided him for it, in fact, you’d be lying if you said you preferred the title as a prefix to your name. While many of your students were comfortable addressing you as such, anyone who felt more at ease with calling you by just your name was welcome to do so.
You had a first-year call you Mrs. Lehnsherr back then, when you and your husband were just newlyweds, but Erik was quick to remind them that if they wished to call you by your last name, it was to be Professor Lehnsherr instead, because, in his words, your accomplishments were not to be diminished and should be rightfully addressed.
It led to a whole debacle of mix-ups with two Prof. Lehnsherr’s roaming the hallways, which was a minor problem compared to the confusion of the paperwork.
The days of “Professor Lehnsherr?” “Yes?” “Sorry, not you Professor Lehnsherr, I meant you…Professor Lehnsherr,” had to come to an end, so you settled for whatever it is your students decided to call you…as long as it wasn’t demeaning.
However, no one called you Y/N, just Y/N, but the one and only Peter Maximoff himself.
The young man sped towards you, his hair swaying behind him from the strong gush of wind even as he came to a still in front of you.
“Pete!” You mocked the way he called you, using the same tone.
He gave you a playfully disgruntled look before quickly reaching into his backpack — which looked more like a knapsack, actually — to retrieve a cylindrical object and hand it to you nonchalantly. As soon you wrapped your fingers around it, he sped away again, a quick and impish ‘byeeee’ being the last thing within your earshot before the gush of wind took over your senses again.
It wasn’t until your day ended that you finally had the time to completely relax, stretching your legs and unbuckling your high-waisted, straight-legged pants. You wiggled your toes, sore from being in heels all day, as you relaxed into putty on yours and Erik’s shared bed.
Speaking of the devil — Erik came in not long after, tossing his shoes off and setting his things down on the bench next to your door before throwing himself on the bed next to you, also instantly letting himself relax.
He leaned closer to your side, laying his head on your chest and draping an arm over your stomach. Muscle memory kicked in as your fingers immediately found their way to run through his hair, a familiar habit between the two of you. He closed his eyes as the sweet, heavenly endorphins that came with the satisfaction of your touch washed over his body.
“How was your day?” He mumbled, too lazy to form his words properly.
“Pretty interesting. Finally convinced Logan to come to one of my classes next week. Students have been begging like crazy to meet him.” It was a history project, of which you and the Wolverine were both well-acquainted with, given your ages. “I’m getting the feeling that they think he’s a cooler teacher than I am.”
That made your husband laugh, the sound reverberating as you continued to cradle his head on your chest. “All of the students think Logan is cooler than any of us.”
“It’s not fair, isn’t it?”
“He’s like a mystery, that’s why. Never around long enough to be the one who yells at them for almost burning the school down.” He was talking, but his lips were barely moving and his eyelids were fluttering shut. You smiled softly, trying your best to keep your movements minimal as you continued your ritual to help him sleep.
“Like a cool uncle, then.”
“Yes.” A beat passed, then he spoke again when he remembered what he meant to tell you earlier. “Peter was in my class today.”
“Yeah?” You were slowly falling asleep as well, eyes half lidded and muscles starting to feel limp.
“He spent the whole of it with his head down, though.”
The very image of that made your eyes shoot open, all hints of sleep gone. “Why? What happened?”
It was unlike Peter to be uneventful — he was always doing something , be it throwing spitballs or participating in a one-sided blinking contest with whoever’s teaching in front.
“Nothing.” Erik mumbled groggily. “He was just…working on…something.”
Your skin itched and your eyebrows strained, discomfort firing up every synapse as you went through all the possible reasons. Then, your last interaction dawned on you.
“Honey, I know you’re almost asleep, so can you please hand me my bag on the bench?”
Without saying a word, he raised the arm resting on your body and used his powers to float it towards you, the metal handles clanking together when he dropped it carefully in your grip.
You didn’t have to move your sleeping husband to grab the cylinder you were thinking about, but you did almost startle him when his snores made you lose your grip on the bag.
He didn’t notice, too busy dozing off to even pay attention to what you were currently doing. You quietly unwrapped the roll of paper, barely caring about the sound of it crinkling — you knew your husband could sleep through anything when he was in your arms — since Erik’s snores were louder anyway.
The contents were confusing at first, you had to read it twice to understand that it was a voucher of some sort. With your arm still around Erik’s head, you used what restricted movement you had with your one free arm and just your hand to flip the paper over.
“What is this, Peter?” You mumbled to yourself, reaching for your glasses on the nightstand. Your vision weakened even in your abnormal age, and being far sighted was something you dealt with long before the triple digits hit you.
As if on cue, the answer to your rhetorical question was answered by the scrawling on the back which you recognised as Peter’s boyish handwriting.
‘Sorry for calling you old all the time. You know I’m just kidding. Thank you for always being so cool with me. Hope you like the vouchers for free ice cream. One’s for Erik too. - P.M’
Next to his initials was a doodle of a face with sunglasses on, a two-toothed grin to go with it. It was hard to wipe the pleasant smile off your face, so you kept it on, succumbing to the bubbly feeling. Peter was like a little brother that you couldn’t hate no matter how much you wanted to — you’d even go so far to say he was the son you never had.
You flipped it again, only noticing the name of the store being dairy goods related as you read through it for the third time. It still left you confused, since there was no sign of anything being free printed on it.
That’s when your eyes landed on the italicised font at the very bottom, bold red asterisks between the phrase.
* SENIOR CITIZENS GET 1 FREE CONE . *
Quickly, you turned it around to look at what you thought was an innocent letter written by one seemingly apologetic speedster. You didn’t miss the joke this time, written in very, very emboldened ink, so roughly scratched on the surface you wondered how you missed it in the first place. The smile you had on dimpled into a disbelieving simper.
P.S. HOPE YOU ARE WEARING YOUR GRANDMA GLASSES :D
Dina: were gonna have to kill this guy kifah😒
Kifah: aw man 😔😏
@fototingobug
i wanted to join that twitter meme
he deserves all the kisses 💋💋
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Please take care of the matter 😔💔 you are my only way 🙏
I'm Aziz from Gaza strip I'm 17 years old I'm the oldest of my brothers . I am seeking to reunite our family with my mother and little sister who were born far away from us during the war .I want to reunite the family because my younger brothers and I need our mother badly, especially my brother Yahya, who is only two years old. and She needs us Like any mother wants her children with her to stay with her in safety. Help us to survive and get back together like any family.
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Ask yourself if you could live here 💔
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Help my brother Yahya who is just 2 years old to back with mother. He needs her very much and she need him and us.
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vetted palestinian campaigns 31/7
please pick two to donate to & to share to your own followers or on other social medias, in group chats & anywhere you can tell people about the pressing matter of helping people rebuild, evacuate or continuing their educations.
Help Munna Tashmali's Family Rebuild Their Home & Future // @monashamali // vetted by @/nabulsi // £8,820/£30,000
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Hello, I am Lina from Gaza. My family and I live in a tent under difficult circumstances, war and hot weather. We are slowly dying. My father is dead and we live homeless. We need your help in spreading our link and helping us my paypal and gofundme in bio. Please do not skip the message. Please save what is left of our souls please 🙏💔🥺
palestinian fundraisers
(post made on 02/08/24, last updated 09/08/24)
these are the fundraisers from palestinians that have personally reached out to me recently - please be so kind as to share & donate if you are able:
Save Malak's Dreams and Family from Gaza || @malakabed || €4,771 / €25,000 raised || vetted here by @/90-ghost
Help Nour and his family escape from the war in Gaza || @noorabd1992 || $4,632 / $45,000 USD || vetted here by @roadimusprime
Help Gaza Family Evacuate to Safety || @mahmoud1995 || $7,085 / $50,000 USD || vetted here by @/90-ghost
Helping Ahmed's Family: Escaping War to a New Life || @ahmedabuyamin || €46,365 / €49,000 || vetted here, #264 on the Vetted Fundraiser List
Help Doaa Rebuild Her Sewing Business || @free-gaza2 || $3,629 / $5,000 USD || vetted here by @/90-ghost (on Doaa's old account, but fundraiser checks out)
Support Safaa's Quest To Get Her Family To Safety. || @safaamm || $5,645 / $75,000 USD || vetted here by @/90-ghost
Urgent Help Needed to Evacuate My Family from Gaza || @ahmed-mohammed1 || €2,513 / €30,000 || vetted here by @/90-ghost
Hope for Gaza: Support Ashraf's Family Rebuild Their Lives || @ashraf-family2 || €16,002 / €20,000 || vetted here by @/90-ghost (on Ashraf's old account, but fundraiser checks out)
04/08/24 update with new fundraisers:
Save Malak's Dreams and Family from Gaza || @malakabed ||€4,771 / €25,000 || vetted here by @/90-ghost
Help me and my family escape the war in Gaza || @asmaayyad || €3,662 / €45,000 goal || vetted here by @/90-ghost
Help Asmaa to continue school outside of gaza || @as-maa-56 || $1,776 / $50,000 USD || vetted here by @/northgazaupdates
Emergency: Help my family in Gaza || @stupendouswolfearthquake || 6,941 / 750,000 SEK || vetted here by @/90-ghost
Save Gaza: A Brighter Future for Aya and Her Family || @ayaalanqarsblog || €6,658 / €15,000 || vetted here by @/90-ghost
Support War-Affected Children's Future || @ahmadwaleeed || $5,193 / $10,000 USD || vetted here, #167 on the Vetted Fundraisers List
Urgent! building a new life for the family || @alaakh99 || €4,758 / €100,000 || vetted here by @/90-ghost
05/08/24:
Help us achieve a better future for our children || @aslambalousha || €19,302 / €52,000 || vetted here, #124 on the Vetted Fundraisers List
07/08/24:
Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR || @hayanahed || €63,826 / €100,000 || vetted by Operation Olive Branch, #26
Help my Uncel’s family , BE THE CHANGE || @abuyaserayyad80 || €14,000 / €35,000 || vetted here by @/90-ghost (on Mohammed's previous account, but fundraiser checks out)
09/08/24:
Help the Munna Tashmali Family Rebuild Their Home and Future || @monashamali || £9,131/ £30,000 || vetted here by @/nabulsi
Save Dr. Farhat's family from genocide in Gaza || @frhatfamily ||$2,382 / $29,500 USD || vetted here, #248 on the Vetted Fundraisers List
Defend my brother's family from genocide in gaza || @motaz225 || 11,703 / 250,000 SEK || vetted here by @/90-ghost
I’m sorry but you can’t just give me a character who looks like a classical rendition of a demon/devil who puts on a cool guy exterior and who- in spite of getting spurned time and time again- consistently chooses to be kind and not expect me to be obsessed with him
*holds him gently* he even makes wisecracks he is the blorbo ever
@bamfkeeper
Here's two picrew I did of her and recolored as well as an artwork by my good friend @fototingobug
Ok you asked for X-Men ocs
I present Dina Atallah!
Dina is Egyptian/Palestinian and was raised Christian in Canada, her immediate family was abusive emotionally, spiritually, and sometimes physically. Causing to Dina to run away from home and have a nasty distaste for religion. dina loves wearing Egyptian and Palestinian traditional attire even though she has no relationship with her parents anymore
After running away from home at the age of ten she got kidnapped and thrown into a mutant fighting arena where she stayed, constantly fighting and often winning after she figured out how to change her body temporarily to win the fight.
The particular fighting ring she was in got abruptly ended by Dina just having enough after getting beaten too hard one time and she used her powers to make the building and everyone in it disappear. Magneto could feel all of the metal in the building disappear and decided to investigate, where he found dina barley keeping herself alive using her powers, he knew he had to keep her.
-she speaks arabic as her second language with English as her first (being born and raised in Canada) and after being adopted by magneto learnt German
-when Dina uses her powers the henna all over her body lights up along with a ring of light around her pupil, outside of her reality manipulation abilities, Dina fights using a morning star
-when it comes to her adoptive family dina loves hanging out with her siblings and is a daddy's girl given how similar they are, though that doesn't mean she won't call him out on his bullshit
-Dina is trans mtf
-she has PTSD and religious trauma (though she could never be mad at mama Mary)
-her favorite book/movie is the last unicorn and relates to Molly grue far to much
Ok well outside of what I said I'm my ask on lazywrites page
-dina loves wearing Egyptian and Palestinian traditional attire even though she has no relationship with her parents anymore
-she speaks arabic as her second language with English as her first (being born and raised in Canada) and after being adopted by magneto learnt German
- outside of her reality manipulation abilities, Dina fights using a morning star
-when it comes to her adoptive family dina loves hanging out with her siblings and is a daddy's girl given how similar they are (oldest daughter coded just like Lorna)
-she has PTSD and religious trauma (though she could never be mad at mama Mary)
-her favorite book/movie is the last unicorn and relates to Molly grue far to much
-kurt is Dina's love interest in my version of events and they love each other very much, but people often question if she really loves him because of her outside demeanor being all bitchy. But in reality they kinda got that 'sonic and shadow' vibe that 'roger rabbit and Jessica rabbit' dynamic going on. He's a silly and sincere gentleman and she couldn't love anyone more
Hope you like her lore I can't included pictures of her in this one so I'll send another ask
Your oc sounds super cool! I love the idea of her henna glowing when she uses her powers!! Henna is so beautiful, I think that’s such a neat concept. I also think it’s a cool point to have Magneto sensing the metal and investigating what happened, that’s an excellent idea to add since I can totally see that happening.
I feel for her, poor bb but i’m glad she has a good family and is surrounded by those who care for her now! I love tragic backstories smmm 💙💙
You can never go wrong with cannibalizing your children, can't remember if sky daddy is still cool with that or not
does anyone hve any sin recommendations i just fell from the garden of eden five seconds ago
"bye dad" "have a good day baba" Peter and Dina said as their father left . "How much you wanna bet we're gonna have a crisis today?" Peter asked before finishing off his second bagel "Peter we have made two bets in the short time we've known each other, and you have won neither"
"yeah but the thrill of possibly being right and getting some money is just tooo good!" Peter grinned "fine... 15 bucks" suggested" "I got that much, deal" the finished the deal with a handshake "your so fucking broke it's embarrassing!" Dina cackled
"well not all of us can turn five into hundred with a thought!" Peter retorted
The two did eventually put an end to their petty dispute when other kids came down for breakfast, the two going out of their way to make breakfast for everyone. With Dina making the food manifesting the food onto the plates after Peter set the table.
Then after breakfast was done they went off to their seperate ways, Dina with her friends to class and Peter with the little kids for the first gym class of the day.
@dad-nee-toh
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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.
"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.
As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."
He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."
Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."
He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"
Boys are so silly 😌
My condolences go out to every powerful man with a bald man as the bane of their existence
I add more nightcrawler sillies
I have a tendency to thirst over Nightcrawler, but I also get a real kick out of his lighthearted, impish shenanigans. After all, who better for comedic relief than the guy who grew up in a circus? Here's a few silly moments with my favorite X-Man.
335 times!!!! Thats pulling the trigger 335 times! What???? How??! i have no words.
MARVEL!!!!
TURN THE BAMFS INTO MARKETABLE PLUSHIES!
AND MY LIFE IS YOUR'S!!!!!!
Hype for X-Men 97 has got me thinking about their potential future in the MCU. Whenever the X-Men do finally make their way into the MCU, I beg and pray for the bamfs. I want my X-Men to be allowed to have fun, and the bamfs are just such an embodiment of the X-Men being fun. Just from a marketing standpoint, look at Pickles.
Look at him.
LOOK AT HIM.
LOOK
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HIM
You play your cards right and you’ve got the MCU’s Baby Yoda. I don’t want grim-dark. I don’t want snarky, cynical humor. I want an emotionally sincere exploration of being othered & found family that’s also a fun & fantastical adventure story and I want there to be bamfs. I want there to be Pickles.
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Does Nightcrawler like his mini-me?
He likes them very much!
"I'm gonna need you two stop ganging up on me and downplaying my hardships, those ten year olds are viscous and they got superpowers! I got hit in the balls with a ball frozen solid by this one little brat!" Peter huffed turning to Erik. "also if I did 'make an example of them' the professor would've probably given me the same right hook he gave you when we broke you outta the Pentagon" Peter ranted.
"he does have a point, beating up kids doesn't sound like something he wants to hear about from either of Magneto's kids" dina jokes before digging into her breakfast .
"besides that I will make sure your sink is clean enough to eat out of when I'm done with it next time" peters promised causing dina to look at him with disgust. "why the hell would you ever eat out of a sink?" To which Peter replied "when smoke enough pot and have no clean bows you just gotta improvise and eat your cereal out the sink; dry" he put emphasis on that last word.
"if your eating the cereal dry just eat straight out of the box" dina said "now that's just barbaric" Peter retorted with a sarcastic tone. Dina then changed the subject from cereal to plans "I have nothing out side of my classes, a few of the teachers are out on mission so I don't know if that means substitute teachers or no class for that subject"
"I know Mr McCoy is here cause I saw him earlier, which is good cause I like his class the best" dina remarks
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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.
"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.
As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."
He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."
Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."
He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"
Here are some X-Men as Brandon Rogers quotes (mostly just my oc's @fototingobug oc kifah and magneto)
"Oooh your in troooouble!" Dina snickers while transferring the bacon to her plate, "I put the clock in Peter's room so he'd get up, but then he put it here" she told erik "do you want eggs? I'm making some for me and peter" She asked cracking eggs onto the pan and making the shells disappear.
"sorry dad I was a bit sloppy cause I was tired, I got stuck with doing gym class with the younger kids" Peter tried to defend himself as he took his bagels out of the toaster and put cream cheese on both "really? You can run through the whole mansion twice without breaking a sweat, but playing dodgeball with ten year olds puts you outta commission?" Dina asked
"yes, now egg please" Peter said and dina snapped her fingers and her henna light up causing two of the eggs to appear on Peter's bagels "thank you" he said sitting down and chowing down on his bagels
Dina then turned to her dad and took the silver key that he offered "thank you baba"
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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.
"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.
As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."
He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."
Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."
He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"
every time i see this i think to myself that the best cosplay in history was made unintentionally
Dina went to her room and was all giddy thinking out dinner, she loved the food and talking with her father about their lives, dina felt like things were becoming as close to perfect as possible for her. She was grateful that she gets to have a genuine relationship with her father she kept thinking about the evening while she got ready for bed.
She cleaned up, put her jewelry away, changed into her pajamas, and wrapped her hair in her bonnet. Then she got into bed and went to sleep while thinking about what might happen tomorrow.
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Dina's alarm buzzed at 8 am which left her feeling groggy, but she snapped her fingers making the clock dissappear to peter's bedroom. She then took her braid's out of her bonnet and tied them back with the purple scrunchy as she walked down the kitchen to go get breakfast.
While she put bacon on her frying pan Peter sped by slamming her clock on the counter "that's yours!" He remarks putting 4 bagels in the toaster "can you cook me some eggs while your using the pan? And since your cooking your own eggs" he asked while scratching his head and rubbing his eyes.
"Sure" dina said
"Did you and dad have fun? Did yafFeel some good old father-daughter feels" he asked Leaning on the counter switching between looking at diba and looking at the toaster.
"Yeah we even got confronted by some stupid mutant hating weirdo's who intended to shoot me and dad with metal guns.... and metal bullets...." dina giggles to herself remembering the grown men's stupidity, this made Peter laugh "fun!"
@dad-nee-toh
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Magneto stands at the edge of the training grounds, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. The air hums with a quiet intensity as he watches Dina practice, his expression unreadable. With a deep breath, he steps forward, his cape billowing slightly in the breeze.
"Dina," he calls out, his voice firm yet gentle.
As she turns to face him, he approaches with measured steps, his eyes studying their face closely. "I am Magneto," he begins, his tone carrying the weight of his name. "I've come to speak with you about something of great importance."
He pauses, searching for the right words. "I know this may come as a shock, but I am your father. I have watched you from afar, knowing that one day this moment would come."
Magneto's gaze softens, a rare vulnerability showing through. "I understand if you have questions, or if you feel anger or confusion. But know that I am here now, and I want to be a part of your life, to help you understand your abilities and your heritage."
He extends a hand, a tentative yet hopeful gesture. "Will you allow me the chance to explain, to show you the truth of who we are?"