#BUT WHERE DID YALL COME FROM

[decadenceandrot]

In all honesty it's so strange seeing this influx of people liking House MD. Like..... I know it's been popular for a while, especially back in like 2013 when I really got into it.

Now it's like I'm chilling watching it and when House makes a joke at Wilson's expense then I'm joined by the chorus of laughter of an amphitheater that I did not know was behind me.

Seriously what happened that I'm not aware of 😭

[night-creeps]

POV: you knocked on Liam's door

[trauma-bot]

sin eater

[awriternamedart]

Jokes Have Basis in Actuality

Chapter One - Rumors Start!

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"Are you guys talking about Professor Ratio's husband?"

Aventurine stilled.

"Oh my aeons, yeah— do you think he'll come around today? I've only ever seen pictures of him on the blog, and their always so blurry..!"

So.. he was married? No, no, it must just be a rumor. The good doctor would have told him, and Aventurine would have stopped flirting. Right? He was to self righteous to not.

"You guys haven't seen him?? Oh your missing out— hes so pretty, I heard he came around today!! Their both so good looking its no wonder they got together!"

So, the mystery husband was here today? That caught Aventurine's intrigue— he hadn't seen anyone on the guest roster other then him.

"Oh my gods, for real?? What's he like?"

"Hes got super pretty blonde hair-"

Aventurine absentmindedly went to the little shock of hair that pushed itself over his shoulder.

"-and hes always wearing this super expensive jewelry. I wonder who he is— or what he does, or if Professor Ratio gets paid enough for those kind of stones— oh, and I've heard his eyes are super dazzling upclose, colored like the break of dawn! I haven't seen them myself, I've only ever seen his back when he was going into Professor's classroom. I got out as quickly as I could— didn't want to get caught."

Slowly, Aventurine's hand drifted up to his earring, before gracing under his eye. Wait a second…

"Oh my, he sounds so pretty.. oh my god, wait, I saw a blond person earlier, they were coming down the hallway- do you think that was him?!"

On a whim, the Stoneheart decided to step out of his hiding spot, coming around the statue to walk by the group. They all immediately shut up, watching him walk by— for an added bonus, he decided to look at them and softly wave before continuing down the hall to where Ratio's classroom was.

"Oh- oh my god, that was him, wasn't?!"

"Yeah, yeah that had to be him— The blond hair, the eyes-!! Thats him, thats Professor Ratio's husband!!"

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Read the fic here!!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you should post screenshots of all the marvel rivals magneto lore for those of us who don’t have the game 👀

"Max Eisenhardt was born with a near-limitless Mutant ability to manipulate magnetic fields. Suffering a lifetime of brutal persecution, Magneto made it his mission to ensure the survival of Mutantkind, no matter the cost. His unyielding crusade often puts him at odds with other Mutants who seek more peaceful ways to coexist with humanity. Magneto led the campaign to gather the planet's Mutant population and transport them decades into the future to a safe haven on the sentient island Krakoa, protecting his brethren from the growing dangers of the wider world."

magneto lore description + his signature :) i'll come back to reblog and add to this post as the rest of the stories are unlocked!

full Trial of Magneto story below the cut screenshotted AND typed up by Yours Truly

As he gazed off into the distance towards the line where the ocean met the sky, Magneto's cape fluttered gently in the calm breeze that was drifting across the coast of the sentient island nation of Krakoa. His was a life far longer than most people ever had the chance to live, and this was one of the few moments of true peace that he could recall. But he knew from experience it would not last for long. It never did.

"Something on your mind, old man?" a familiar voice asked from above, breaking the silence. As Magneto glanced up, there, hovering on the wind like a majestic goddess, was Ororo Munroe -- the Mutant weather manipulator known as Storm.

"Funny, isn't it," mused Magneto, "that we fought all those years for a better future for Mutantkind... and now we have finally found it, further in the future than any of us ever imagined."

Not so long ago, the sovereign nation of Krakoa had been swept up in a chronal storm -- a time-twisting anomaly that would have ripped the island to bits if not for Ororo's deft manipulation of its tumultuous currents. Instead of becoming lost in the timestream forever, Krakoa arrived safely on the other side of the tempest in the year 2099. The future that Mutantkind had always dreamed of was finally theirs to claim. And Magneto was never one to let such an auspicious opportunity pass him by.

"It matters not what century we are in," Storm said. "What matters is that our people have a home here on Krakoa, thanks to you, Erik..."

Magneto cringed as his old friend called him by his human name. True, he had gone by many of them over the decades -- Max Eisenhardt, Erik Lehnsherr, Magnus -- but they were monikers he had merely tolerated in order to better fit into a world where Homo Sapiens still believed themselves in control. Here, in this new era, he could choose a name that spoke to who he truly was. Magneto -- the Mutant Master of Magnetism.

"I may be leading the cause to find our fellow Mutants and bring them to this safe harbor, my dear," said Magneto, "but the success of this crusade cannot be attributed to one Mutant alone."

"You're damn right it can't, bub," a grizzled voice snarled from the edge of the jungle that bordered Krakoa's shore.

Magneto and Storm both turned to see a familiar figure walking out of a newly-blossomed Krakoan gate. The short, hairy figure looked as though he had just been to hell and back. And knowing Wolverine, that could very literally be the case. Alongside Wolverine stood a young Mutant, just old enough for her powers to begin manifesting.

"Found the kid who got sucked through that dimensional rift," Wolverine continued. "She's lucky I went in there after her. Limbo is no place for a new Mutant."

"I couldn't disagree more," another voice said, this one with a hint of a Russian accent. "This New Mutant has managed just fine there."

"Illyana? Can it truly be?!" Storm rushed over to the young woman who had just stepped through the gateway, instantly wrapping her in an embrace. For years, Illyana Rasputin, the Mutant teleporter known as Magik, had been like a daughter to Storm. Before she was claimed by the darkness of Limbo... Before...

"Nice to see you too, Windrider," said Magik with an uncomfortable smirk. "It's been... longer than I care to remember."

Magneto stepped towards the new arrival, not embracing her, but examining her closely instead. There was something strange about her. It was clear that she had walked a far different path than the Illyana Rasputin of his world. This child had been hardened by the horrors of war, something to which Magneto himself could closely relate.

"You are not the child we once knew," Magneto said. "But you are welcome here on Krakoa. All Mutants are, regardless from where or when they hail."

"How about people who grew up thinking they were Mutants, only to h ave their entire world turned upside down when they learned the truth years later...?"

Magneto audibly gasped as the question was asked by another woman who had just arrived through the Krakoan gateway. His gaze instantly shifted over to her as she walked forward. Her every step stirred ripples across his memory, for he had been there when she had taken her very first ones so many years ago.

"Wanda..."

"Hello, father," the Scarlet Witch said as she approached Magneto with a calm confidence that few had ever shown in his presence. She reached up and began to slowly remove Magneto's helmet, an action that would almost certainly be met with instant retaliation should anyone else attempt it. But Magneto stood as silent as solid steel, simply basking in the magic of his long lost daughter's company. His stoic expression softened as Wanda leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"How... How can you be here?" Magneto managed to say. He could bend Adamantium into any shape with his Mutant power, but these simple words were somehow nearly impossible to form.

"It took a bit of work," Wanda mused. "I'm not technically a Mutant like you, after all, which means Krakoa wouldn't normally let me through its gates. But a touch of chaos magic did the trick."

"What I meant to say is..."

"Oh..." Wanda's playful tone vanished faster than a stage magician's pet rabbit. "Your Wanda... She's gone, isn't she? I'm sorry... This must be difficult..."

"Quite the opposite," Magneto said, regaining his composure. "To see your face again, to hear your voice, to know that -- somewhere in this fast Multiverse a version of you has thrive -- is perhaps the least difficult thing I could ever conceive. It is all that any father ever wants."

"I wouldn't say I've been thriving, exactly," Wanda admitted. "I've been holding my own universe together by its threads for far too long. I truly believed that I was its only hope to survive."

"Like father, like daughter," chuckled Wolverine.

"But I've started to see the bigger picture," Wanda continued. "We're all fighting our own wars. The only chance we have of winning them and keeping ll of our universes intact is if we start fighting together."

"Speakin' of fightin', I'm late for a date with Natasha," Wolverine said. "We've got ourselves a tin-plated dictator that needs overthrowin'."

Magneto almost chastised Wolverine for entrenching himself in the petty squabbles between the humans of this era, but he paused for a moment and considered his daughter's words. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps his own war to preserve Mutantkind was just one battle of many, all of them equally important.

"Since Krakoa arrived in this future, my allegiance has been to Mutantkind alone," said Magneto. "I felt it best to isolate our people in order to protect them. But your words inspire me, my dear. It is clear that no Mutant is an island."

"Except Krakoa, da?" Magik chimed in playfully.

"In order to commit to such an alliance, however, it must be a mutually beneficial one," Magneto continued. "There are still Mutants out there, lost across space and time, who require out assistance in order to lead them home."

"That sounds like the perfect task for a Sorceress Supreme," Wanda said. "But I'll require your help. As fond as I am of your classic look, I think we're in need of use a helmet that's a bit more functional."

"Of course," Magneto said, raising his hand into the air. Within moments, tiny scraps of metal buried beneath the sand of Krakoa's beaches converged and reshaped themselves in a complex yet familiar device once worn by Charles Xavier himself -- Cerebro.

"If I recall, old school Cerebro was capable of tracking down Mutants anywhere in the world," said Wanda. "But a few arcane enhancements should expand the helmet's search area to include adjacent dimensions as well. Like you said, all Mutants are welcome here, regardless from where or when they hail."

"Well?" said Magik, her eyes burning with anticipation. "Try it on already, old man!"

The moment Magneto put on the helmet, he saw flashes of powerful Mutants scattered across the Multiverse. A telepathic ninja trapped in a strange world of unholy amusements. A king of the seas preparing to strike at the unsuspecting surface world. A powerful cosmic presence determined to burn the darkness out of the night sky. And thousands more, each yearning to defy fate and to find their place in an ever-shifting cavalcade of timelines and realities.

"There is much work to be done," Magneto said. "Far more than I expected. When do we begin?"

"No time better than the present..." said Magik. "Or the future, I guess. Wherever we are."

"You have given Mutants a gift this day, Wanda," Magneto said proudly. "Your efforts will not be forgotten."

"I'm going to hold you to that," Wanda replied. "And when the time comes, the army that you're about to gather may very well be the one that tips the balance in our favor."

"Then let this be a call to all Mutants across time and space," Magneto continued. "The gates of Krakoa are open to them. In the words of a dear old friend..."

"...to me, my X-Men."

[artsy-1diot]

yall really liked that animation i made of this one holy shit

[froggerland]

Can i be real for a sec? When I come on here I feel like Hickey during the boat scene just shouting incoherent stuff and sharing his weird takes but instead it's my paragraph long explanations on any given subject that no one asked for and the niche fanart i throw at you and yall are are my personal mutineer crew but instead of throwing up and shouting back yall cheer and support me agsghsjs

[two-entire-bits]

I have a confession. I do not care for the soc boys. I'm sure they have very interesting character traits and lore the actors and fandom have come up with and that is so fun and great and I know none of it and I am perfectly content with that. Shout out to all my mutuals who love the soc boys I hope you are having fun with your Ken dolls but I will not be joining you. keep slaying.

[dailypj]

✨Day 170

Roblox shenanigans featuring @problems-exe and @saphtoken

Og pj - 7goodangel

Prim - problems-exe

Whatever that thing is - saphtoken

Chiikawa jam - me

[itshirohi]

whoa uhh hello everyone 😳

[wrong-twin-au]

[melancholydonuts]

somebody in the khr fandom please explain to me how and why you all have decided that skull is actually the character of all time

[wanatar]

Graceling: Memes Edition! Part 3/?

[fernva]

the concept of there being FernVA fans is fucking wild to me

maybe i need to take this whole “engaging with the community” thing seriously

[billciphersrpblog]

(OOC) I apologize in advance for the non-GF, unrelated-to-anything stupid joke I'm about to make.

🎵 Six hundred men.... six hundred men under my command...... 🎵

[arkhamochi]

Colin headcanons?

WELL! Colin is a character I've always been fond of, no more or less than most others. It's only recently clicked in my mind how much potential he has as a developed, returning character.

I always preferred Colin eventually straying away from his Abuse persona. Like the transformation was physically destructive, and now he has to take heart medication for the resulting damage caused.

The way that Batman has connections in Gotham, I think Colin would fit the role perfectly for Robin. A street informant that you occasional cross paths with. I think his time in foster care radicalised him, and being a Gotham boy though and through, he gives back to the community as a social worker, and volunteering for homeless shelters-- it's just coincidentally through that, he gets a lot of good intel.

Colin strikes me as a sports guy for some reason. More specifically an ice-hockey guy. He religiously follows the NHL (also football and baseball to lesser extent) and plays for a local team regularly. If Damian and Colin still kept in touch, Colin would be gifted season passes every year for his birthday/Christmas.

A more recent headcanon I have for him now is kind of a ret-con where Colin would be the one to introduce Damian to manga-- he already loves superheros, he fits the demographic, and Damian finding out about manga through him is at least SOME kind of explanation, compared to the canon reason 😪... However, where I can see Colin being really into all the shonen hits like Dragon Ball and Naruto, he succeeded in getting his friend invested, but it turns out Damian is much more interested in "Hana-chan's Shoujo Slice of Life Romance Adventures of the Heart".

I think... that's it! I completely acknowledge that this idea of Colin is all made up and far beyond what is present in the comics. But if he could come back, I think it would feel very natural! And I think Damian could do with a grounded, ordinary friend that keeps him in check.