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Ah, the classics…
Sub!Erik in his new posture collar in all its glory, three buckles and a bit of fancy. >:)
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ㅠㅇㅠ 한건 없는데 벌써 5월이 지나갈려고 하네. 빨리 해야되는데 손이 너무 느려서 큰일이다.
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Two more versions of Regency!Cherik or Rofroy :)
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How I feel about Charles and Erik [x]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/3597ca6de66c9454a7850d13815a9c17/tumblr_mmz79zitVG1rwe6xgo1_r1_400.gif)
XMFC AU (is there such a thing as comedy noir?):
P.I. Charles Xavier & Mr Lehnsherr, the mysterious widower in search of Sebastian ‘McGuffin’ Shaw, embark on an X-citing First Class adventure.
“Mr. Lehnsherr? I’m Charles Xavier, we spoke on the phone. Please, come in,” Charles said. “May I take your coat and hat?”
His prospective client eased the trenchcoat off his shoulders, and his suit jacket as well, handing them over with his hat. He lacked a tie, and the top buttons of his dress shirt were open, baring the hollows of a strong neck, a glimpse of the ridge of his collarbone, unexpectedly provocative.
Charles hung his things from the coatrack and resumed his seat behind his desk, settling upright, folding his hands on the desk. “Please, sit. What can I do for you, Mr. Lehnsherr?”
His prospective client settled into the other chair, placing his briefcase alongside. “I’m looking—” Mr. Lehnsherr frowned slightly, his eyes drifting from Charles to the window behind him. “Would you mind putting down the blinds?”
“Certainly,” Charles said, popping up again to let down the Venetian blinds. His office darkened; he reached for the standing lamp.
“Not the lamp, please— you could just open the blinds a little,” said Mr. Lehnsherr.
“All right,” Charles agreed, a bit less readily. Put the blinds down, but open them… well, anything to put his client at ease. He opened the blinds, striping the dim room with bars of light. “Better?”
“Much, thank you.”
“Now, then,” Charles took his seat. “How can I help you?”
cherik sketches \m/
1/ teenager!cherik with cool Charles and shy Erik ~
2/ I haven’t seen any dancer!Erik so I’ve decided to draw one \m/
3/ maid!Charles \m/
4/ steampunk!cherik \m/ kage’s idea ~ but I think I didn’t draw it very well >A<
I’m going to color these kkkkkk
Charles Xavier, you little shit.
(the smugness here makes me unreasonably happy, for some reason.)
If you’ve ever had that experience when you have to talk about a subject of importance to actualfax grownups, and you just know that they’re blowing you off and not listening to you— you’re the one who has to tell them The team is not going to meet this deadline, and we need to set client expectations on that now or we’re going to lose the business or Our user testing shows we need a major design change or The new manager is not a fit for the department, and you’re going to keep losing people until you either take him to the woodshed or replace him, and these putative adults are going “Uh huh sure, thanks for bringing this to our attention (so we can totally ignore it)”— then damn, is this ‘You’re not listening. Okay, how about THIS, jackass’ moment satisfying.
There’s someone else out there.
Oh god Charles’s face when he sees what Erik’s doing <3
I love the last gif SO MUCH!
That indrawn breath, his mouth dropping open, eyes wide—
When Charles first senses Erik, what he gets is the rush of all Erik’s worst most horrific memories as Emma forces Erik to relive them.
But there, that moment when he gasps and stares, that’s when he’s sensing, not Erik’s memories, but Erik himself, back under his own power, in the present moment, using his mutation so powerfully and only just scratching the surface…
You can see Charles falling in love.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative WorksYAY NEW MATERIAL! This is kind of a transition chapter between Charles’s issues and Stryker’s trial, and I’m hoping that, if the plotting works out, things will speed up a little as the trial gets underway. (But, in case you haven’t realized it by now, nothing actually happens in my fics.)
Please heed the warnings on the fic, although I should note that there is a nice bit of self-pleasuring going on in this installment.
Snippet:
He put thoughts of Erik to the side over a Sunday spent cleaning – and the day after, Charles decided at the end of a Monday spent buried in work. In the very least distracting himself from memories of their kiss and the knowledge he wanted more of that, wanted it more than anything in recent memory and wanted it with a clarity and heat that burned like the kind of sun that stood everything out in stark relief, light and shadow and vibrant color. The desire crept back, wrapping its fingers around him, when he lay in bed.
Just do it, Charles told himself.
The act of fumbling for his tissues and the long-unused bottle of lube banked the unsteadily-burning fire, but it was still there when he got his hand under his covers and palmed his chest, touched his nipples, trailed his fingers lower. That felt good, a kick of relief when he felt his nails scratching his belly, the sensitive skin around his navel, the first brush of his pubic hair – all places, the doctors had told him, he might not be able to feel again.
Usually he would dwell on that thought until his erection and his interest faded, but tonight he had the memory of Erik touching him, the precise texture of his fingers brushing Charles’s face, the deep, steady, insistent kiss. Charles breathed in sharply, imagining Erik kissing him at the same moment his fingers closed around his cock.
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ghjgshdsgjkd OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT LET’S HAVE A FUCKING GIVEAWAY
THAT’S RIGHT Y’ALL
I am giving away the second-last copy of this XMFC mug I made in 2011, second-last because I’m keeping one to myself for, I dunno, reflecting on my bad decisions, maybe? Whatever, doesn’t matter. What matters is that this cheesy little mug could be yours, completely free of charge! That means no shipping charges either. Just take it and go. Neat-o!
So, like all giveaways, we gotta lay down some rules on how you’re gonna stand a chance to win this thing.
- reblogs and likes count
- you can reblog as many times as you want whatever
- not really a rule but I’m gonna use this handy-dandy site (random.org) to pick out the winner from the list of notes ain’t that great!!
- giveaway ends on 26th May, 12AM MYT
A note: there is a very slim chance of me reprinting these mugs. If at all I’d only reprint them for friends who insist on having them (which is ridiculous), but even then.
(via ninemoons42)
Chapter 2 of The Mysterious Widower’s Nazi-Hunting Virgin Husband by motleypatches (furius) and me.
Charles and Erik arrive at Greymalkin and welcome guests for the wedding ceremony, but Erik’s first nights in the grand house are full of shadows…
