palalife:

Doodling. Inspired by Having Kittens, though it doesn’t really relate to any of the scene…

‘My boyfriend is a pregnant female telepathic cat,’ Erik said. ‘I think this time I’m entitled to panic.’

I love Charles in this fic <3

ilegzz:

Now, that was just me being mean… P:

salternates:

it’s the 60’s.

zimothy:

gokuma:

ragingserenity:

60sforever:

Alain Delon, 1962

guys, look at the year. and look at his resemblance to Charles Xavier. Dude.

Mother of Grooving O___o

Erik, look at this! Erik’s head snapped up from where he’d been keeping an eye out for their current mutant target. Charles had out his infernal camera once more, but what threw Erik off was the fact that he had birds on his head.

“Charles, what on Earth are you doing?” Erik asked, exasperation leaking through in his voice. Nevertheless, he reached into the pocket of his blazer to pull out the second camera that Charles had insisted he carry, taking a quick photo for the telepath. (which he knew had been the whole reason for Charles grabbing his attention in the first place.)

Charles grinned, utterly still as he pressed down on the camera’s shutter and snapped a photo of the pigeon perched on the lens. The bird released a startled hoot, flapping back from the camera.

The pigeon on his head bobbed for a minute, beak rooting through Charles’ hair before cooing and pushing off to join its companion.

Charles grinned, turning to Erik and brandishing his camera. Erik scowled into the lens when the shutter went off, eyes narrowing and stuffing his own camera back into his blazer. Charles scurried over, bumping shoulders with Erik.

“Do cheer up, our mutant friend is in the club right over there.” Charles breathed. Erik’s scowl deepened, mostly in hopes that it would negate the smile that so desperately wanted to come to his face, and he strutted past Charles towards the Gentleman’s Club that his friend had indicated.

(Source: jamesorangecat)

de-cendres:

ink-phoenix:

de-cendres:

AU Meme ➝ Erik/Charles + Hogwarts (asked by mydearreckless): cannonball ; Hogwarts, 1854, in which Erik is the quidditch Captain of the Gryffindor’s team and Charles, the new Slytherin’s team Seeker.

« It’s not hard to fall against Erik. Take care. » Indeed, it wasn’t hard to fall with Erik. 

OH HELL HERE WE GO!

“First match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Should be a breeze.”

“I wouldn’t know, Captain,” Raven Darkholme’s eyes shine bright yellow as she glances up at the Entrance Hall.  “Whispers have reached the Tower that the snakes have found themselves a capable player at last.”

Erik snorts, derisive. The house of Godric had won for two decades in a row against Slytherin house.  “I’ll believe that when I see it.” It wouldn’t be his captaincy to break that spell.

“Not it,” Moira McTaggert takes the empty seat in front of Erik, nudging Raven with a knowing grin and a faint blush on her cheeks. “Him.”

Erik frowns. “Him who?” McTaggert just sniggers, and Erik nearly sprains his eyeballs, he’s rolling his eyes so hard. Gryffindor house had been the first to open their door to witches after the Decree for Deinstitution of Genders in Magical Sports in 1312, and he was proud of it, proud of being captain of the only house team with two female Beaters — but that didn’t mean he didn’t find the gigglefits somewhat distracting.

“Him who?” he repeats, his voice with just a slight edge to it.

“Xavier,” whispers McTaggert, leaning in close as if to share a secret. And as she does so, Erik turns for the briefest of moments, catching a sparkle of brightest blue as a small, wiry boy in the silver and green colors of their arch nemesis walks through the Great Hall doors.

“Charles Xavier.”

(Source: thelegendends)

contessaofchaos:

You know you want to, Charles ;D