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new tag game: what is your college major and what do people say when you tell them what you’re studying

#ooc #[ my a.a. is in world history ] #[ my b.a. -- that i'm fucking 3 credits short of -- is in 'history' ] #[ with an emphasis in holocaust and genocide studies ] #[ i constructed my own major more or less ] #[ but i also have extensive training w/ regards to soviet history ] #[ and weirdly enough like early asian history ] #[ but yeah my minor is in french ] #[ people always try to give me some random factoid and have me guess something ] #[ or ask how i'm going to make money ] #[ or talk immediately about hitler ] #[ idk i'm an artist now so there's that i guess ]

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What? I’m just teaching him to respect the genetically different.

#visage

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During the pilot episode:

Reed: I’m your lawyer.

Lorna: Prove it; name one law.

Reed: Don’t kill people.

Lorna: That was on me. I set the bar too low.

#lornaisms

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metallsinne:

“nothing that i’m aware of has happened in egypt.”

her words have his eyes SNAPPING to her countenance, staring into her dark pools with ones that are TOO wide. SHOCK shows clearly in his visage, startlement exposed in the lines of a countenance FAR too youthful for the age he rightfully should be in this timeline. CAIRO had not happened here? he thinks suddenly of MAGDA, of NINA - does that mean she is alive here? could he find the human he fell in love with a decade and a half ago?

and then that dream dies as quickly as it FLAMED to life, smothered in a plume is inky smoke - if she is alive, then her meeting him could potentially HARM her and he cannot, WILL NOT risk that again.

whatever veneer of the TERRORIST had been evident in his countenance moments earlier has slipped free and away, leaving something UGLY clinging to the planes of his visage. SORROW creeps into the edges of his being, threatening to SWALLOW him whole and not for the first time, that great pit called DEPRESSION calls like a siren’s saccharine croon to him. CAIRO. fucking CAIRO. it had changed EVERYTHING. even now in sleep he sometimes still feels the EARTHQUAKE and wakes to terror grasping at his frame and METAL SENSES reacting to something not truly there. even now he wakes with fingers spread and GRASPING in vain to stop an arrow carven of WOOD, helpless under the deaths of his babies.

“cairo…” and for a moment, words fail, mind RACING wildly, struggling in vain to comprehend the hell that had been cairo. in his timeline, they had begun to TEACH it in human classes the world over only MONTHS after it had occurred but here, it seems that it may have never happened at all.

and on the coattails of that thought comes another - AUSCHWITZ.

lorna will FEEL the visceral reaction he has to that thought, even if she does not know the thought itself. even ECLIPSE will feel it, because the entire car SWERVES slightly as if an invisible driver has panicked at something. long fingers curl to a fist and he struggles to REIN in the panic that chokes him; it is not a suitable reaction for MAGNETO to have before two children, especially not when the ferromancer of THIS timeline has been lauded as a terrorist and HERO to mutants. so with EFFORT and willpower EXTREME, erik schools himself, drawing his powers back inwards and focusing - as oft he does in times of fright or panic - on the SERENITY taught to him by charles xavier, so many years ago.

when her head rests against the seat, erik acts on PATERNAL INSTINCT and reaches to gently stroke her verdant tresses, the gesture HOPEFULLY soothing. he has always had a fondness for children, and mutant children especially, and while neither POLARIS or ECLIPSE are children, they are both far too young to be fighting a losing war.

“i will explain cairo soon,” he promises quietly, vocalizations still far too STRAINED, too taut; something BAD happened there, the other two surely will know by the mere tone of it. another slow stroke of her hair and then his hand drops away. “for now, ziskeit, let’s focus on getting somewhere safe.”

The cavernous split that lies between the Magneto of modern legend and the very broken father -- the very same one with the disarrayed countenance she is able to read so clearly upon his face -- all of it seems almost too vast to grasp. The saving grace is the sheer tenacity and fickleness of his moods, all too recognizable to Lorna as the working model for her own, and  a reminder that this man is both of these things and still very much human. Regardless of the sharp contrasts between the highs and lows, or the tenacious waves of righteous anger, deep melancholia, or capricious revenge that always ache, somehow.

Erik’s steely eyes seem so much more frightening, perhaps down to the very marrow of her bones, when he demands her attention this time over. There are no words exchanged between them -- not for several long minutes -- yet what’s the need? This is not the gaze that belies his dedication to justice at nigh any cost, but rather one of someone who has instead been disemboweled by her words. The last thing that she desires to do, is to continue speaking.

Lorna has no comprehension of what Cairo means to this incarnation of her father, but given the mournful hush that has descended upon the whole vehicle, she can assume the impact to be devastating. A fact only confirmed by the sudden lurching along her every nerve, accompanied by a physical swerve of their getaway car that Marcos is unable to stop. 

The dread is palpable in her narrow chest now; lungs straining for a breath and hands tremoring as she brings them to her face in feigned prayer. She doesn’t remember any of the books she’s read saying he was this strong --

“There’s nowhere that’s safe anymore, tate.” It’s a bitter admittance that Lorna wouldn’t dare utter to anyone else except perhaps her lover. The sensation of her father’s hand in her hair making her instinctively burrow, trying to seek out affection in any form it may happen to come in. “They’re not going to stop until we’re simply new technology to deploy on their battlefields.”

#metallsinne #rp #[ ran i have so many fucking feelings about these two i can't even ] #[ like i can't even put them to words ] #[ erik pls protecc ur daughter ]

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Hey y’all. I’m sorry I haven’t been around to do my starters or owed replies. If you follow my other account, you know the reason for why, but if you don’t? My mother had surgery on Tuesday and it didn’t go as well as it should have (but it’s very slowly getting better) and she’s been in the ICU and has been heavily sedated. I’m hoping to get to some tonight and tomorrow, but it will depend on how things go. Thanks for your patience, everyone.

#ooc

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Oh, wow. It's Munday already. Put some of these in my askbox, and I will respond OOC.

ᄏ: Play any instruments?

ω: Have you ever dyed your hair? If so, what color(s)?

△: Have you ever painted the walls of your room?

【・ヘ・?】: Ever tripped in front a bunch of people?

＊: When was the last time you tied your hair up? (if your hair is long enough)

旦: Last time you drove your car (if you can drive/have one)?

愛: Are you currently dating?

太: When it's New Year's, do you make New Year Resolutions and actually commit to them?

＠: Ever felt attracted to the opposite sex before?

(｀▽´)Ψ: Did you used to play hide-and-seek when you were little inside stores?

(づ￣ ³￣)づ : Have you ever had to hug someone you didn't want to?

空: Did you ever throw up after one roller coaster ride or a few?

☆: Have you ever played games such as 'Spin the Bottle'?

⊙: Are you happy with where you are in life right now?

ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ: Have you ever wanted to flip a table before? If so, why?

ピ: Did you like Pokemon as a child?

(⌒.−): Are there times where you wish to go back in time and redo or fix something you regret?

♪: Do you find yourself singing or humming to yourself sometimes?

☁: Ever wanted to learn a foreign language?

(;° ロ°): Have you ever lost your wallet or purse?

ス: Have you ever swallowed gum?

⅚: Post the link if your current favorite song.

ღ: Post a gif of what you're currently feeling right now.

≘: Have you ever watched the sun rise?

☄: Would you defend a friend if they were in danger?

➍: Ever been to a concert? Was it fun?

♛: Do you like group projects?

高: How often do you use headphones/earbuds?

ಲ: Headphones or earbuds?

♞: Showers or baths?

✗: Walks on the beach or in a forest?

⊙﹏⊙: Which horror movie scared you the most? If any?

^∇^: Has your best friend ever made you angry?

（．＿．）: Do you think you are an awkward person?

メ: Cupcakes or muffins?

(●´∀｀●): Ponies or Horses?

♯: Would you like to be able to fly?

ℝ: What color shirt are you currently wearing?

Æ: What color underwear did you wear yesterday?

☪: Have you ever flipped off someone?

♬: Cats or dogs?

礼: Would you swim in the lake or ocean?

の: Chocolate or Vanilla?

◐: Have you ever seen a meteor shower?

ᄇ: Have you ever broken a bone?

ℨ: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

.♔: Know the Duck Song? The Llama Song? Banana Phone?

۞: What shows did you watch when you were a child?

▼: Could you live without the internet?

Д: Strangest food you've eaten?

까: Cookies or brownies?

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I took a week to think it over, though I dropped some hints in my thread with @metallsinne, but I’m officially writing my Lorna with a Connective Tissue Disorder that is not being treated.

Not sure if it’s EDS or another type yet, but it’s definitely there. Especially given that Lorna is... abnormally bendy/underweight/etc. She hyperextends everything. It’s absolutely surreal to me.

#hc

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She’s a daddy’s girl [x]

#visage #tbd magneto / papa tag because trash

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i just remembered i have hard cider so why don’t we kick off some

DRUNK ASS LORNA ASKS

my laundry isn’t done and my cat threw up all over my bedding so let’s fucking get crunk and y’all can ask lorna for some advice or just spam me idk I’M BORED I CAN’T SLEEP UNTIL IT’S DONE

#ooc #tbd

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metallsinne:

the NERVOUS energy that ROILS off of her has his own reacting to it despite his BEST EFFORTS to corral his powers. they have been caught in a CYCLE - her reaction first had spiked in response to feeling his powers and now he responds to her and over and over they will go until one of them - preferably HIMSELF, because he SHOULD have a better grasp upon things by now - manages to rein it in. a forceful EXHALATION escapes his nostrils hard enough that lungs COMPLAIN, body briefly feeling SCORCHED and hollowed out.

her words TROUBLE him. in his time, for the age HE knows, mutants have attempted to veil themselves from view, to hide away and keep from being seen. visible mutations had been FEARED far more than visible ones had been, after all, and it had become harder and harder for those with visible ones to locate JOBS, housing, FAMILIES - even the events in CAIRO, which had swung public opinion in the FAVOR of mutants, had not been able to help ones with visible mutations. and the uglier the mutation, the worse one would find themselves treated.

MAGNETO curls a lip back in disgust, his distaste for this particular nugget of information showing visibly in the glitter in his etiolated gems.

“fucking humans,” he mutters, voice CLIPPED with rage and the rare swearword from him BURNING the atmosphere around them. “we thought CAIRO might help to change their minds about us, considering how we helped but…” he falls quiet, shaking his head slowly.

silence falls briefly on his end as she continues her EXPLANATION, his eyes gazing out the window at the passing landscape. this city SINGS of metal and he cannot help but to wonder how she STANDS it at times. he can feel it COURSING in the air, rolling off of the buildings and rising from beneath them in the rebar. this is why he has made it a point of AVOIDING large cities like this, because it can be overwhelming at times to feel it.

“wait,” suddenly, his attention has transferred back to her, head snapping about. RAGE has flamed into horseman pale eyes, jaws turning taut as skin ripples with the force of how harshly he clamps them close. “TRASK INDUSTRIES?”

trask had been SHUTTERED in the 70s when it had been discovered that DR. BOLIVAR had been attempting EXPERIMENTATIONS on mutants. of course, today, he likely would have been HAILED as a hero to all humanity, but given that a MUTANT (MYSTIQUE) had stopped another mutant (HIMSELF) from killing the president and his ENTIRE cabinet at the time, things had changed somewhat. clearly not enough in whatever STRANGE timeline he has now found himself in.

“i should have killed that bastard when i had the chance,” he GROWLS this lowly, for a moment sounding more like the TERRORIST she has no doubt learnt about in whatever history books she has opened. how much might have changed, if anything at all, had he been able to put a bullet between that man’s eyes?

her last sentence has his shoulders setting firmly, rolling back as his head lofts. for a moment, the vestiges of erik lehnsherr fade away and now it is MAGNETO who stares down at his daughter, his resolve set. “well, i’m here now.”

Lorna’s brows furrow; her father’s sparse commentary rings hollow and unknown to her history. As both the spiritual figurehead and the actual leader of the Underground, the history of Mutantkind is known thoroughly to her mind and nothing can be pulled from memory --

“Cairo?” she finally asks, not meaning to cut him off, but her hand raises all the same. “Nothing that I’m aware of has happened in Egypt?”

Had it? Shit, she wished it had.

It is the simple things that humanity oftentimes takes for granted that become hastily foreign to an entire generation of mutants, Lorna included. Outside of the girls home, for example, she has barely known what a steady roof over her head truly feels like. Even more basic needs, like those of perfectly stable food supply, or a livable income, have never been available. 

One could define this sort of getting by -- if optimistic, anyway -- as surviving. This is not the realistic view, of course, but nobody recognizes genocide for what it is until it’s long in the rear-view mirror of history. Surviving is living from paycheck-to-paycheck, knowing that abysmal tragedy lays only one unforeseen consequence away. 

No, Lorna’s reality is willing allowing herself to starve for days because a fourth of the Underground does not have food and she cannot bring herself to eat when some of her people cannot. Or it’s the one where she cannot receive adequate medical care for the flaws in her genetic code that Trask Industries did not bother to correct, because they didn’t expect or care for her to live long enough for it to matter.

The world her child is being born into, where there won’t be a hospital that allows her family through the doors.

Erik cutting her off -- the anger radiating him off in waves that are so palpable that it overtakes her senses -- and it’d be terrifying if it didn’t remind Lorna so much of her own capriciousness. Her own tendencies for red hot and steely moods residing on the head of a pin and competing for dominance at a constant, she instead tries to focus on grounding herself before one of them unfortunately does they regret to the vehicle.

“If you had, there’s a good chance you’d not been speaking with me, but I understand what you’re getting at. And you’d be hard pressed to find anyone who disagreed.” 

For now, her head just rests against the seat, and Lorna allows her eyes to rest. Everything to rest.

“We need something like you on our side, Dad.”

#metallsinne #rp #v: i don't have a verse name yet 2 #[ u no rite like crap ] #[ me on the other hand ] #[ i rite like potaot ] #[ i didn't even spell it right that's so apt ]

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I SURVIVED BUT I PAID FOR IT – NOW I’M THE VILLAIN IN YOUR HISTORY

                         –as written by ranjit. est. may 2016. rebooted nov. 2017. priv. ind. selective.

#[ promo ] #[ follow lorna's papa u kno u wanna ] #[ also ran is like one of my bffs so follow her pls ] #[ follow her oR I CUT U WIT KNIFE ]

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as an fyi, i just got my computer monitor fixed from a bullshit microsoft update push that crippled its hd capabilities and drove its maximum resolution down to 800x600. so i’m here but i’m making sure nothing else was absolutely borked beyond repair that will require another 3-4 hours of hacking away at drivers and registries to fix. :|

#ooc #[ psa. ]

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rp partner: you okay with multiple thre- me:

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X-Men/Mutant Sentence Starters

Send one or more for my muse’s reaction!

“So what’s your mutation?” “Are secondary mutations real, or is that a myth?” “You’re scaring me, stop it!” “Magneto was right.” “I want to join the X-Men someday.” “No wonder your family disowned you, you’re a freak!” “So your family are okay with it?” “Are there any other secrets you’ve been hiding from me?” “Is it dangerous?” “Can you use that during sex?” “I don’t care if you’re a mutant. I’m still here for you.” “You’re a mutant? Me too!” “Trust me. I won’t hurt you. I just want to show you what I can do.” “Were your parents mutants?” “The Registration Act will protect humans AND mutants!” “I didn’t ask to be born like this!” “Invisible mutations are fine, it’s the obvious ones that creep me out.” “People like you should be put down.” “Not ALL humans!” “Not ALL mutants!” “I think mutants are kind of sexy.” “Say that to my face, c’mon. Call me that again.”

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“Looks like she’s doing just fine without you”

#visage

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now in: i exist to torment @metallsinne, me using my mobile phone’s photo editor to make purposefully hideous edits

#ooc

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@ everyone reading this: i hope with all my heart that you heal from whatever is causing you pain right now