Au-gust 2022

1. Underwater 2. Artist’s Muse 3. Countryside 4. Dinosaurs

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5. Teachers

Pairing(s): Cherik, Xavierine, Cherigan, Starles Warnings: Past mpreg, total crack

This is a little snippet from an unfinished chapter from my fic Charles Xavier's Baby. You don't really need to have read it to understand this ficlet, though I personally think it would be funnier if you did. Just know that the story is inspired by Bridget Jones's Baby, and Charles got knocked up with twins from two different guys :D ---- They’re already halfway through a very nice roast beef dinner before it happens; the slow, dawning realization by both Erik and Logan of the girls’ intentions, inviting their art teacher over for an in-home visit. Charles pretends not to notice the mental alarm bells coming at him from two different directions, merely smiling at Mr. Rogers as he takes a sip of the man’s contribution to the meal; a very fine - and expensive - vintage Bordeaux. Mr. Rogers, Charles notes, seems to have excellent taste in French reds. “Mr. Rogers, you have such exquisite taste. This wine is absolutely delightful.” The man really is ridiculously handsome, and muscular to boot, sweet and well-mannered but with a delightfully dry wit. He’s exactly Charles’ type – and Charles ‘pre-twins’ would have been all over Steve Rogers like a slutty octopus – which only makes Laura and Lorna’s plan all the funnier to a slightly inebriated Charles. “Please call me Steve,” hot art teacher Steve says, as Erik’s mental nudges escalate to urgent pokes, and Logan looks like he’s minutes away from to sticking his claws into that broad, well-defined chest. “Thank you again for the invitation to dinner. It was an absolute delight having the girls in my art class this year.” He’s not surprised at all to hear that they’re well-behaved for him, since it seems they have very specific ideas for what role they want Mr. Rogers to play in all their lives. In a way that makes perfect sense to seven-year-olds just finishing their second year of school, they’ve decided they want a baby brother or sister, and – because they have different fathers – they obviously need to find another father for the new baby too. “You’re very welcome, Steve,” he says, and maybe, just maybe he bites his lips a little as he reaches over to refill the man’s wine glass. “You’re their favorite teacher by far. It’s always ‘Mr. Rogers is so smart’, or ‘Mr. Rogers is so good at painting’ with these two.” Both Lorna and Laura beam at him and then at Steve, their heads turning in perfect synch. Charles doesn’t have the heart to be too upset at their misguided matchmaking, though he’s not looking forward to the conversation they need to have about how they’re definitely not going to be getting a new sibling. (There is no way Charles is going to have another baby, after the insanity of getting impregnated by his ex and his new boyfriend in one pregnancy.) “Mr. Rogers, did you know Daddy is a teacher like you?” Lorna says, a conspiring Laura whispering in her ear. “He’s a Professor of Genetics at the university. And he’s rich and we have lots of expensive art at the house in Westchester. So you have lots in common.”

Steve, bless him, doesn’t see the evil terrors that the twins really are, lulled by their pretty smiles and the perfect manners they pull out whenever it’s convenient. “Oh, really? That’s wonderful. Do you have a favorite period or artist in your collection, Charles?” “Charles doesn’t know a damn thing about art,” Erik snaps rudely, in a way that would normally get him thrown out of Charles’ bed for a week. But handsome, fit, talented, artsy Mr. Rogers is driving him crazy with jealousy, in a way he hasn’t broadcast this loudly to Charles since he was fighting with Logan over the (at the time they thought just one) baby. “Any art he owns came with the house.” Logan, usually the one with the cooler head and more laid-back attitude, also seems rather threatened by the very idea that someone like Steve Rogers even exists. “What’s a guy like you doing teaching little kids art anyway?” he growls. “Logan—” “No, Charles, it’s fine,” Steve says affably, though there’s a glint of something in his eye now that makes him even more attractive. “After I retired from the army, I wanted to do something different; something that gave me a reason to get up in the morning again. And being around the kids, teaching them and watching them grow…it makes me happy and fulfilled like I haven’t felt in a long time.” ‘Pre-twins’ Charles would most definitely be sucking his face by now, which is both an indictment of his past self and weird proof that the girls have the same taste in men as their Daddy. He gazes with admiration at a smiling Steve, which solicits another wave of mental grievances being shouted in his direction. Stop flirting with him, Charles! Who invited this guy? Why is he even here? If you’re trying to get back at me for proposing again you are way out of line! Between the wine and Erik and Logan’s incessant complaints, it’s no wonder that Charles misses Lorna turning determinedly to Steve and promptly blowing the entire evening to smithereens. “Mr. Rogers,” she says, smiling her dimpled smile at an indulgent, if slightly puzzled Steve, “would you like to have a baby with Daddy?” Charles absolutely does not dump his entire glass of wine down the front of his shirt.

# erik apologist?? he did nothing wrong

while having hugh jackman back as wolverine in one of the worst marvel casting choices in history and cassandra being pretty and not ugly as sin, id like to share one of the greatest comic pics between the latter and charles

yup, thats charles and cassandra. fighting to the death in the womb.

So so so… I’ve been thinking…

Every telepath I know in the x-men universe (in my limited knowledge of the x-men, okay!!! Don’t come at me if I got anything wrong) has a secondary mutation

Emma has her diamond form

Jean has telekinesis

Wanda has telekinesis

Betsy has that weapons thingy and precog

Cable ask so has telekinesis

So… What’s Charles’ secondary mutation?

Kinda funny how erik and charles basically had a child together but writers made it basic like a lol look its their child technically cause its both o Charles and Erik minds together that create him,no homo though.

Erik Lehnsherr and sister reader for the 5-line-fanfic challenge. The 1st sentence: 'Mutations are a bitch.'

A/N: Set the moment the elevator doors open in DOFP. OC!reader has 2 mutations (can control metal like Erik, and stopped aging at around 16–the latter of which was discovered in their time apart).

Mutations are a bitch.

If there was one thing you had learnt in the unconventional years you’d been alive, it was that. Mutations, whatever they happened to be, were a bitch. It didn’t matter if you could use it for the good, or you could hide it from those less accepting. Mutations meant abnormal. You were abnormal.

The elevator doors opened. Charles punched Erik. Erik saw you as he nursed his jaw.

“Y/N?” Confusion passed like a wave across his face, and pain washed over yours. It had been years. Years since the day on the beach, and the moment you had decided you’d rather live a life in relative peace with Charles than continue to seek vengeance with Erik. Years since you’d learnt the truth of your mutation. That controlling metal wasn’t all.

You swallowed back a swell of emotions. You had expected to feel something, of course. Once, you and your brother had been all each other knew and loved. In the time away from each other, both of you had grown—and hadn’t—in unimaginable ways. 

“Hi, Erik,” you said, your voice quiet and trembling. One part of your ached to run to him and hug him, if only to make up for lost time. The other needed to stay back, just to gauge his reaction. Because it had been a long, long time.

“You…you haven’t changed.” He stepped out of the elevator. Everyone was silent. Charles, his fists balled, moved to stand behind you, his eyes fixed on Erik. He’d been your brother for the past eleven years, there to help you harness your powers, there to comfort you when you missed Erik, there to support you through the discovery of your second mutation. The mutation that stopped your growth.

“Mutations are a bitch,” you said. There was no hint of cockiness or sarcasm. Nothing to suggest you were at all angry at him for not being there. Which you were. But it had needed to happen. 

“Alright,” Logan said, his voice hesitant. Charles had spilled the basics of the situation between brother and sister on the plane over, but there was a lot the Wolverine still didn’t know. “We need to get out of here.”

Charles took your hand in his own and began to tug you away. Erik’s frown deepened and he rapidly shook his head, moving quickly forward and snatching up your other hand. “Why haven’t you changed?” He looked at Charles. “Why does she look the same, Charles?”

“We can talk about this on the plane,” Charles said firmly. He turned at the sound of men filing into the room, but you and Erik remained locked on each other, years of unspoken agony flowing between you. He seemed ready to argue against Charles’s words, too focused on you to recognise the danger you were all currently in, but you took your arm from his grip and clasped his hand before he could open his mouth.

“It’s okay, Erik,” you spoke quietly, squeezing his hand. “I’m okay. I’ll tell you everything, but right now, we need to get out of here alive.”

Erik’s jaw tensed. His eyes flicked to Charles, to Peter and Logan, and then back to you. He rolled his shoulders back and nodded. “Alright,” he said.

Abnormality had no room for smooth sailing.

X-Men Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

Uncanny X-Men #1 (1963) - 3/10

A very interesting wheelchair to start!

The first things that strike me are the size of the pushrims. They're very far into the wheel, and very small. Not only would it be hard to reach down and then push them effectively, but it leads into the second problem - this wheelchair is 90% recliner. It covers the back of his shoulders entirely - you try and reach down and behind you from a recliner next time you're in one!

When it comes to wheelchairs, weight is a huge factor, because you're pushing the chair and yourself! Lay-Z-Boys are heavy as shit, and even if this chair was stuffed with the lightest metal and stuffing, it's still gonna be Heavier than a more standard frame.

His legs being out so far is also an interesting but not inherently bad design choice.

All that said, he doesn't leave the house in it. And we never even see him pushing himself. Maybe he just makes Scott, Hank, or Warren do it. They're seen doing so later in the comic so I can only assume (though I wish we got a look at how beefy the castors on that thing must be).

Ultimately still gets any points for being an eccentric rich man's recliner wheelchair. Who doesn't want to live in a recliner? It still gets a huge deduction for being extremely impractical.

I want you by my side

Charles: I thought you said there was nothing illegal about this!

Erik: And I thought you understood I was lying.

I have to give it to marvel, specifically the X-Men series.

Charles and Erik do be gay and in love

It's either a testiment to how I can only catch vibes when the vibes are from fictional characters, or the vibes were that strong that 7 year old me was seeing rainbows. Either way the vibes were stong because even as a kid I was bullheaded and didn't even have the word 'gay' in my vocab, but I for sure knew they were more than friends.

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Cherik Polls -13/?

My favorite thing is mysticism around twins in media cause it's just magical explanations for things twins really do. Like being split embryos is about the soul. Absorbing a twin is murder. Getting more nutrients than a twin is stealing. Hurting the mother is evil baby behavior

It all comes across as the type of myths that explain natural phenomena we don't understand. But we very much do understand multiples in the womb. Stories just love to pretend fetuses have agency which is objectively hilarious

Request of dad driver

Reader goes out with the girls and when she comes back finds charles all bussy playing with the legos (yk once he said if he weren't a driver will be an architect) while their child is already sleeping

A/N: I don't blame Charles because Legos are my comfort and bring me peace of mind honestly

Walking into the livingroom you arch an eyebrow at all the legos at your feet.

"Char?" His head snaps up from the Legos as your twin boys giggle at their father's expression. "Ooo, Papa in trouble." Your eldest twin, Adrien snickers as his brother, Xavier smiles to himself. "Um, I know you said no more Legos, but Xavi got high marks in his classes and Adri won his first kart race." Charles tries to reason.

Stepping over the Legos you make sure to stop and kiss each of your babies cheeks before making your way to Charles. "Just, make sure it's cleaned up." You sigh, Charles groaning as he stands and checks you out. "Sure, you can't stay, and we can, I don't know, baby 3?" He whispers, and you purse your lips.

"Nope," You boop his nose which has him sighing and kissing you gently. "Alright, get going before the girls kill me." Charles pats your butt gently and leads you to the front door. "Make sure it's cleaned up." You point, meaning it.

"Yes, Mama!" The boys cry from the room and Charles nods sending you off.

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It was late into the night when you get home, Charles having sent you pictures of the boys tucked in your bed and fast asleep. Coming in you stop, hearing the soft rummage in your living room.

You tug off your high heels and stop, seeing Charles build a lego set. "Charlie?" He jumps, shocked to see you standing there. "Um, hi." Charles looks sheepish as if he was caught doing something.

"What are you building?" Moving you sit down next to him and curl into his side, which he welcomes happily. "One of the adult lego sets, it's a Peugeot Le Mans Hypercar." He explains flipping the page. Moving you get comfortable putting your legs in his lap as his thumb strokes the exposed skin.

"The boys?" "Fast asleep, have been for a while. I got them their own sets and they finished those, kinda bought my own. I like the cars and the architecture ones." He mumbles, and you smile glad he's got another thing to do with the boys. Karting with Adri and piano with Xavi you were glad the 3 of them could do it all togehter.

"Well, don't stop on my account." You whisper, this reminding you of when you two were much younger and before the kids and marriage. You were glad to have these small moments with him.

I've recently been subjected to the first two X-Men movies and I literally cannot stop thinking about what a shitshow professor x's academy for mutant babies is as an actual school.

there's no way they're accredited, right? there are four teachers (three post-X2, RIP) and three of them were raised by the fourth. you clearly don't need any actual teaching credentials to work there other than a mutation and nepotism. I don't believe any of these people have a degree in the subjects they're teaching, let alone in education or human development. there appears to be a total lack of counseling services available, despite the fact that most of the student body are apparently runaways who all face heavy society discrimination. did Rogue get any support after she was kidnapped and almost killed by Magneto in the first movie or did Xavier just give her brain zappies until she was functional again.

there's no way in hell a "diploma" from the charles xavier institute for genetically anomalous youth is worth anything on a college application. do all of these kids end up having to get a GED if they want to have a prayer of accessing higher education? do they receive any support for that?

also did I mention there are four adults in this entire school. in X2 they all take off on the same night and leave the kids in the care of Logan, a famously unstable man who freaked out and stabbed a student last time he visited. it would have been lethal if it was anyone but Rogue. also in X2 half the student body has to flee in the night in their pajamas with no one to take care of them but a teenage Colossus and the adults just. do not feel the need to follow up on that. because they're busy dealing with the stupid plot du jour.

the entire setup seems like a massive lawsuit waiting to happen; while we the audience obviously know that there's nothing malicious happening to the kids (except for mutant terrorists and trained mercenaries alike regularly infiltrating the school) you have to admit that an unlicensed group home for children, some of whom are very young, masquerading as a school and staffed entirely by people with no real credentials to speak of is a pretty bad look. I think genuinely any parent would have a pretty strong case for a lawsuit here and it wouldn't even necessarily be mutantphobic of them to do it, although of course anyone with an anti-mutant agenda could have a field day here. genuinely I have to assume that the only way they've avoided it this long is Xavier lobotomizing anyone who tries it, which is so cool and normal.