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Ok so I recently started watching x-men bc of the new deadpool and wolverine movie

And.

Why did no one tell me marvel has yet another gay duo

Six character fanart pt2: Nightcrawler from X-men

(Prev part and old vers under break)

I need him Cardinally /hj

(Closeup and prompt list under break)

soooo.... I was supposed to post more about my ocs. instead I went and got a wolverine obsession, but I've only watched the movies (so far!!). so here's a little something based on wolverine origins and that one star wars song.

i love sibling relationships especially when it's something like this. like, the way logan and victor had only each other for over a century (1845 to 1970s-ish) and logan seemed to be the rational one/moral compass for the most part (thinking about the scene in the plane with wade and how he left because he didn't wanna be involved in the killing of innocent people). and the pain that must've caused him to leave the only constant he's had since he was like, 13 years old or something.

and then the very Sibling way that victor joined that final battle against wade/project XI because "only I'm allowed to kill you."

This is based on that one meme isn’t it? I love this.

I just had a vision

Moments from X-Men: First Class. 19 days of X-Men 7/?

Okay, Erik's face here just makes me laugh! Charles has walked in, thought wtf is going on, had the time to go through the seven stages of grief, complimented the other telepath, and stopped a man from shooting him and Erik. And meanwhile Erik is... just... ... ... *buffering*

I love how, without fail, every Logan finds a child to father

Wade: This is my boyfriend Logan and Logans boyfriend Scott, and Logans girlfriend Jean, and Logans partner morph, and Logans boyfriend Kurt and Logans girlfriend

Peak logan look is when the fluffy kitty ears hair has started getting ruffled during a fight, and it's falling over his forehead

Bryan Singer Top Cherik shipper yoooooo

new mutants (but dinosaurs)

Also here's Wolfsbane but transformed:

dinosaur list:

Dany Moonstar - Centrosaurus

Wolfsbane - Saltopus / Direwolf(transformed)

Magik - Shunosaurus

Sunspots - Irritator

Cannonball - Oryctodromeus

X-men (but dinosaurs, and pterosaur thanks to Storm)

List of which character each dinosaur is:

Gambit - Olorotitan

Yukio - Caihong

Negasonic - Proceratosaurus

Colossus - Volgatitan

Storm - Tupuxuara

Deadpool - Utahraptor

Professor X - Troodon

Wolverine - Therizinosaurus

Jean - Gallimimus

Laura (X-23) - Therizinosaurus

Cyclops - Dilophosaurus

Rouge - Homalocephale

Beast - Majungasaurus

Dear Lord, I need someone to write a fic where all of the first class time travel into the future, like in dark phoenix or apocalypse or anything and they just like… see how fucked up their future is ??

Like, what do you mean Charles is in a wheelchair AND doesn’t have any hair !?

What do you mean Alex and Sean are death ??? Like wtf

And most importantly, WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHARLES AND ERIK ARE NOT MARRIED WITH THOUSANDS OF CHILDREN ?!!

And so, they see all of this and decide to make compromises to be sure that their future will be better. Because a future where they are all separated is not a future they want 😾

l made that one scene gayer somehow

Oh Hugh Jackman the man you are😍

Me when I see Hugh Jackman as Wolverine:



GUESS WHO'S A SECRET X-MEN FAN

THIS GUYYY!! 😋

Sorry for the lack of posts, just started my intern work at a secondhand store, days are BUSY

Completely random headcanons that make no sense and are completely out of character for (movie) X-Men characters :

(If it's just the character then it's probably from the old timeline, aka the first movie, X2, The Last Stand, all that jazz.)

First Class Proffesor X - Once got so drunk that he made out with his reflection, yes he used the mutant pick up line on himself, he couldn't read anyone's mind for a week because all anyone could think about was that

First Class/During Days Of Future Past Magneto - Decked the shit out of a human kid once because they talked some shit and he doesn't feel bad about it to this day

Post Days Of Future Past Iceman - He naturally gets compared to Elsa after the movie comes out, it haunts him because one of the kids convinced him to dress up as her for halloween.

X2 Rogue - Because of her mutation and what happened in the first movie, she gets really bad anxiety about not wearing gloves, she can't even stay in the same room as someone with them off

Storm - Sometimes her hair gets all static when she's thinking about things and if you touch her when she's mad you'll get a shock, the kids like to rub balloons on her hair and stick them to walls when it happens.

Wolverine - Prefers crunchy food, whenever he eats anything soft he cringes and instinctively spits it out, may or may not have spat in someone's face, scott but that was probably on purpose, once or twice or three times.

First Class Mystique - Sometimes she turns into people she doesn't like and mockingly impersonates them in the mirror, she also uses it to practice her acting but overall it's just to make them look dumb

X2 Pyro - He has a staring problem, you can't call him out on it either because he just acts like he has no fucking clue what you're talking about

First Class Beast - He tried to shave his facial hair off after his serum backfired and had to wear a cone on his head for about a week

Apocalypse Jean Grey - When she's bored she'll grab a random object and just spin it around with her mutation, sometimes people have walked in unexpectedly and got hit in the face by a book or cup

Cyclops - Bites into celery fucking raw he doesn't even wash that shit

Days Of Future Past Quicksilver - He forgets that sometimes he shouldn't use his mutation in front of others, but he's usually so fast nobody notices besides the sudden gust of wind

I love men

Erik serving cunt: a collection

This happened in canon I know it.

Hank is such a g being there to support his bestie through his breakup with his toxic metal bending boyfriend

We don't talk enough about my poor man Hank. Imagine having you best friend/kind of mentor all day drinking and talking and crying about the man who paralyzed him and is now in prison for killing the president.

Charles: *really drunk* Hank? Did I tell you about what great of a kisser Erik is?

Hank: Yes. Yes, you did.

Charles: I miss him. He was always so nice to me.

Hank: He paralyzed you and he took Raven with him. Also he blocked you out of his head, with the helmet of the man he killed, which you felt, while saying you should be proud of your mutation.

Charles: *totally not listening* He's so cute. Did you ever notice how he looked, when he was thinking about something? So cute.

Hank: He killed JFK. He's locked up in the fucking Pentagon.

Charles: *suddenly very teary* It was totally my fault, wasn't it? Oh my god, I'm such a horrible person. Erik was right to leave me.

Hank: *trying to calm him down and preparing for Charles having a breakdown* Charles, listen to me. Everything you-

Charles: And we had so good sex! Oh my god... The things he can do with his tounge!

Hank: Well, nevermind...

The fucking eyebrows raise, I can't, mf almost looks like he's mewing

serving his country or SERVING his CUNTry

Dark Phoenix is my least favourite x-men film, can you tell?

Okay, so I’ve been wanting to write a a Logan x OC fanfic with the OC as a professor at Charles school and I wrote the first chapter (really short cause its just sort of a bit of background) and I thought I’d post it here just to see how people would receive it!

(Also this is set when she’s about fifteen, the actual first chapter is going to be a major time jump, so through the fic she’ll be about 30)

Warnings: runaway teen (?), sleeping in a diner, she thinks Charles is kinda weird, not proof read lmao, nothing else I don’t think?

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She woke up cold. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks, sore with sleep. It was too frigid in the small diner, the heater did little in the winter and they had put her right by the door that let in a breeze every time it swung open; biting her skin. Her own attire wasn’t much help either, she thought.

The too-big sweatshirt hanging off her shoulders wasn’t thick enough to keep her warmer than her own body heat could, and her jeans were still wet from falling into the snow outside of the empty diner. The only warmth she had was from the thick leather boots on her feet that were two sizes too big.

The heavy thrill of hail outside the small diner window was a heavy patter in her ear drums. The bright beaming twenty-four hour sign hummed against the window, the fluorescent light flickering harsh blue and red light.

She pressed her open palm to the side of her cheek, eyes looming over the other patrons. Most of the diner was vacant, the waitresses bide behind the counters and the heavy steam of coffee burned in the air. She felt hunger nestle in the pit of her empty stomach, if she had enough shoved away in her rucksack she could get pancakes, if she had enough energy she wouldn’t need to pay for them at all. But she had a feeling she would.

She pushed against the table, stretching carefully, ignoring the always present ache in her limbs. Her fingers pushed against her scalp, feeling against her boyish cut hair.

It was just getting long enough for the curls to furl beside her ear, but it still bristled against her fingers. It made people stare less the more it grew, and she was thankful. Soon enough she’d attract even less attention.

Maryn could hear the soft clicking of heels, it was the waitress, she could hear the whisper of her thoughts flutter against her skull. Her mind was always hazy after sleeping, so none of the whispers were coherent enough for her to understand. She didn’t look up until she was right beside the table.

“You want anything, sweetheart?” She had a pot of coffee in her hand, and a southern lilt in her voice. “You’ve been here a while, you must be hungry.”

If she had noticed Maryn sleeping only moments ago she didn’t mention it, but her thoughts fluttered with concern.

“Pancakes?” Maryn blinked up at her.

The waitress nodded, her name tag read Hellen. She had blonde straw-like hair and yellow rimmed glasses.

“How about some chocolate chip pancakes, huh? Knock your socks right off.” She smiled, and Maryn nodded, unwilling to deny the indulgence. “I’ll get those right out, sweet pea.”

She walked away, bright red shoes clicking as she did. She was nice.

Maryn sunk back into her seat, one of the waitresses turned on a radio and through the storm the music didn’t sound like it had any words, covered by static, but its gentle tune was nice enough.

She rubs the ache over her tired eyes, she’d have to walk further when the sun finally came up. If her jeans dried before she left the diner maybe she’d make it further than she did today. Just the thought of more walking made her head throb and ache.

Hitching a ride wasn’t a far idea for her, but didn’t like all the questions that came with asking for help. They can’t help it, always the most obvious questions first, Where are your parents? Are you all alone? Shouldn’t you be in school? She was tired of it.

The soft jingle of the bell hanging over the door rang lightly as it swung open. Maryn tugged her sweater closer when the biting breeze crept through the sleeves.

Another soft flutter of whispers filled her head, she ignored them. She didn’t care to hear anyone else's thoughts. But they grew closer, until someone was coming up beside her table again, and then the whispers were gone.

“Hello.” An accented voice greeted. “Mind if I join you?”

She looked up at the man beside her table, her eyes trailing up the silvery metal of the wheelchair he was sitting in before his face.

He was older, weathered and looked at her with a familiar kind of smile while wearing the nicest suit she had ever seen. A deep blue with a matching tie and one of those pieces of fabric people shove into the chest pocket. It made him stand out, looking strange in the rickety diner.

She doesn’t say anything, but he picks up the menu at the other end of the table and she doesn’t stop him.

“I’m Charles Xavier.” He said warmly, he extended a hand, “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

She looked at his hand curiously before reaching out to shake it slowly. His hand is warm.

“Hi.” She said, wearily. He looks at their joined hands when they touch.

“Cold,” He smiles, “I’d imagine this is the warmest place around these parts.”

“For a few miles.” Maryn shrugs, he didn't seem like the worst person to have a conversation with.

“Did you walk yourself here?” She nodded. “The next town isn’t for miles. You must be exhausted.”

She shrugged, again. She felt how she always felt. Cold, tired, achy. His eyes trail over the rucksack tucked into her side.

“Is that all your things?” She nodded, tugging her bag closer.

“What I can carry.” She tells him. He hums.

“It looks heavy. Must have been difficult in this weather.”

“It’s alright.”

“If you say so.” He smiles.

She nods.

Charles, the strange British man, didn’t seem annoyed by her silence, but she was rather perturbed by his. His mind was completely silent, not a single whisper.

Usually she couldn’t keep other people’s thoughts away, only if she really concentrated she could quiet the noise down for a little bit, but it’s like his mind was completely empty.

Her dark fawn-like eyes trail up his head. She usually didn’t have to focus so much, and even now as she did, she heard nothing.

You won’t get anything up here, Maryn.

She jumped in her seat.

“Alright, baby, I got your pancakes and–oh,” Hellen came back with a hot steaming stack of chocolate chip pancakes. She looked between the two, eyeing Charles, “Is everything alright over here?”

“Yes, splendid, could I get some coffee, please? And,” He pauses to look at Maryn, “A milkshake, for my friend.”

There was only one milkshake on the menu, vanilla.

Hellen looks at her first, and then back at him.

“Of course. Coming right up, sugar.” And she clicks away again.

Charles smiled at her, kindly.

“It’s rude to snoop, you know.” He says, though there’s not much sternness in his tone.

“Most people don’t seem to mind.” She said plainly.

Charles dipped his head with a funny smile.

“I’m sure they don’t.”

“How do you know my name?” She asked, picking up her fork and butter knife as she did. She was curious but still starving. She grabbed the syrup at the end of the table, smothering her cakes.

“Because I have been keeping an eye on you for quite some time, Maryn.” He admits, watching her scarf down her pancakes like they’d run away from her. “You are very special.

“Special" isn't the word most people use.” She says out of the edge of her mouth, still chewing.

“We are not most people.” Charles hums.

“Yeah,” she muttered plainly.

“I’ll admit, your…capabilities are more advanced than I’ve seen in others your age.” He observed, “It’s quite impressive.”

Maryn doesn’t say anything to that. She didn’t have anything to say. Charles continues.

“You know, most mutant children I find are often in groups. They find one another, and protect each other.” His fingers drum on the fake carved plastic, “You remain by yourself. Have you not met others?”

She cuts jaggedly into her pancakes.

“I have.” She chews.

“And what happened?”

She thought about not telling him, then she thought he already knew and was just waiting for her to say it. Either way, he waits patiently across from her, waiting for her to say something; same gentle look in his eye.

“There's something inside me.” She admits, dubiously, “It scares people.”

“Does it scare you?” Again, she doesn’t answer.

Charles looked at her for a long time, she almost thought he was going to go away, leave her there, growing frustrated with her insolence. But he doesn’t. Instead, he looks at her with the same familiar smile.

“I have a school.” He says, “It’s not much now, barely a handful of students, even less teachers, but I created it for gifted children. Children like you.”

Maryn stared at him, her fork stabbing a piece of pancake on her plate.

“A school?”

He nods.

“I’d very much like you to attend.” He tells her, eyes looking her over, “Perhaps I can help you.

He seems to mean it. It’s the first time she can’t see into someone’s mind to know if they’re telling the truth or not, but she has a feeling, an unfamiliar feeling, that she can trust him.

She looked down at her plate, “What if you can’t?”

Charles looks at her carefully.

“Then maybe I can help you learn to control it.” Maryn looks up at him. “At the least, you’ll have a warm bed, food. Clothes that fit.”

For the first time since they started talking, she smiles. It’s small, but it’s there.

“Alright, a coffee for you,” They both looked at Hellen as she came back, “And a milkshake for you, Angel.”

“Yes, we’ll have the check please.” Charles says kindly. Then he places his forefinger and his middle finger to his temple and looks Hellen in the eyes,“You will not remember us once we leave.”

Maryn watches the waitress's eyes glaze over from behind her glasses before she smiles again.

“I’ll get that right out for you.”

Maryn looked at Charles.

“Can I do that?”

“We shall see, won’t we?” His lips spread into a thin smile. “Finish your pancakes.”

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Omg I feel so anxious I literally have never done this before 😭 but please let me know what you guys think! If I do decide to post the whole fic it’ll prob be on ao3 just cause I plan to make it pretty long/slow burn

But I hope u guys like it 🙌🙌

Same

I’m crying real tears I love every gambit