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prettylittlepasha:

Okay, so I had that brilliant idea awhile back and demanded Shannon do a thing and promised I would too so here you lovelies go.

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dies of feels overload

prettylittlepasha:

deviouslyratedm:

Belated Xmas Gifts - Max/Magda for Pasha

I tried to a background, but I failed, so I blurred it out.  XD;

Anyway, here is some Max/Magda fluff for you. <3

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sHANNON I LOVE YOU A LOT THIS IS MAGNIFICENT. 

I’m glad you like it!

Max and Magda because I’ve been doodling between homework.

It was time for another Max/Magda Photospam - David Gandy & Zrinka Cvitesic

prettylittlepasha:

“What…”

And there it was.  A gravestone with a familiar name, but not one she’d known in her own life.  Her blood turned to ice, it couldn’t possibly have been—

Before she had enough time to think, a tall shadow reached her, casting over her shoulder and the worn concrete marker.

“What are you doing here?”

Nona turned to see a face she’d only ever seen in ink.  Steel blue eyes pierced her with an intensity unlike she’d ever known.  She took a step back.  He took a step forward.  Crimson cloth covered his being, broken up by the pieces of the deep indigo that matched his cape.  It was difficult for her to process, and her astonishment didn’t seem to either amuse or flatter him.

“I will not ask you again.”

Her throat was tight, but she forced herself to speak.

“I was travelling, sir.  I was looking for…I—This marker—Are you?”

His eyes narrowed, though she noticed it was more due to confusion than outrage.

“You know the name on the gravestone?”

Nona paused again, unsure how to answer.  ‘Of course, she’s one of my favorite characters!’ wasn’t exactly a proper response.  If Magneto was here, then Magda was real too…and Anya…

She swallowed a surge of grief.

“Yes, sir.  I…I’ve researched a lot about you…I mean—Not what the news says about you…Your history.”

She couldn’t tell whether or not Magneto found this news touching, or if he was disturbed.  When she dared a glance at his expression, she found it unreadable.  But his eyes were still locked on her as if she was being examined like a lab rat, as if he were waiting for her to say or do something foolish.

But after a moment, he turned his gaze to the gravestone.

“…Interesting.”  Came his reply.

She watched his features for a moment, then stood in silence with him.  There was a sudden weight on her shoulders she hadn’t felt before, and a twist in her stomach she couldn’t describe.  He didn’t speak, and for a long time, neither did she.

Finally, the young girl gathered enough courage to give a hushed and heavy, ‘I’m so sorry.’  But her tears didn’t fall until she heard his quiet reply,

“I have said those words, myself…more times than I can count…just where you are standing.”

She read the name again through misted vision, and sobbed silently beside the man whose shadow hid her face.  She didn’t look at him again, and if he’d looked at her, he said nothing to imply it.

THAT’S IT.

I’M DONE.

SHANNON BROKE ME.

SO DONE.

INFINITY DONE.

THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR ALL OF THOSE DRABBLES YOU HURT ME WITH

  • Me: I often think that
  • Me: Pasha was talking about what happened if they brought her back, but her thought was if they brought her back to life the same age she was when he lost her, and what her reaction would be to him now and what's he'd done over the years.
  • Mazzie: Who is Pasha
  • Me: My thought process was what if she never died, she's just been out there somewhere living a new life
  • Me: Pasha is my Magda, basically. We literally have all of the same headcanons.
  • Me: It's creepy
  • Me: But AMAZING
  • Me: We've decided she's my empathic starfish
  • Mazzie: ^ That's where I'm at. And not like amnesia or anything, like she just makes a conscious effort.
  • Mazzie: And changes the channel when Mags makes the news
  • Me: On one hand, I think Erik would be absolutely devastated to hear she was alive. Not only because she'd been so afraid of him that she hid for fifty-plus years, but because if he hadn't stopped searching, he could've found her, and Pietro and Wanda, and tried to fix everything before he became Magneto.
  • Me: I'm curious to know whether or not she'd recognize him, at first. Magneto isn't often called 'Erik Lehnsherr' on broadcasts, and he didn't have white hair (in the retcon) when she left. I mean, I'm sure she could put together the pieces, but I wonder if she would even try.
  • Me: I always imagine she would've gone somewhere super rural, so it would be nearly impossible to find her/track her.
  • Mazzie: Gone back to living with Jango
  • Me: ^
  • Me: Erik would be absolutely shattered
  • Mazzie: What would he do, if she was a frail old woman
  • Mazzie: Would he go to her?
  • Me: I don't know. And neither does Muse.
  • Mazzie: Scary XD
  • Me: I think he'd be torn between speaking to her or not. I think part of him would get visual confirmation that it was really her, and then leave and not even try and communicate for both their sakes (a 'what good would it do her' approach). The other part of me thinks he would approach her as a stranger, have a conversation, and leave before she realized who he was.
  • Me: I've imagined both scenarios, and they both break me
  • Me: Chances are, he'd find out she was alive, rush to confirm it, and she'll have passed away the night before he arrived.
  • Mazzie: ...I'm gonna break your muse, here, but.
  • Mazzie: What if she had deminsia, stuck in time loop. Sitting on her porch, and when he talks to her, she chats him up, and when he tells her it's cold, that she should go in, she says she's waiting for her daughter Anya to come home fromy playing.
  • Me: Yeah, he would shatter.
  • Me: Hard
  • Me: And offer to wait with her

prettylittlepasha:

Another Max/Magda song/bonus track for the mix.

Home by Phillip Phillips

Just know you’re not alone 
Cause I’m going to make this place your home 

Settle down, it’ll all be clear 
Don’t pay no mind to the demons 
They fill you with fear 
The trouble it might drag you down 
If you get lost, you can always be found 

Just know you’re not alone 
Cause I’m going to make this place your home

PASHA

prettylittlepasha:

deviouslyratedm:

Okay, so this gave me nine kinds of Max/Magda feels even though it is clearly Titanic-Inspired.

It’s the suspenders.

And the fandom taking over my brain.

RIGHT.

IN.

THE.

FEELS.

IT HURTS SO GOOD, PASHA.

IT HURTS SO GOOD.

prettylittlepasha:

Erik/Magda playlist. (I don’t have an actual name for it, but whatevs.) Now, the songs are supposed to signify part of their relationship soooo.

The Andrews Sisters - Beir Mir Bist Du Shein

You’re really swell, I have to admit, you Deserve expressions that really fit you And so I’ve wracked my brain, hoping to explain All the things that you do to me 


Christina Perri - A Thousand Years

And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more


Jason Castro - Love Uncompromised

So kiss me with your heart, Touch me with your eyes, Love me with your soul, I’ll never compromise Holding your hand, shouldering your pain, I’ll give you love like a year of rainy days oh


Van Morrison - Crazy Love

I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles And the heavens open every time she smiles And when I come to her that’s where I belong Yet Iim running to her like a rivers song 


Florence + The Machine - No Light, No Light

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day


Mumford & Sons - Little Lion Man

But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn’t I, my dear? Didn’t I, my dear?


Within Temptation - Memories

All of my memories keep you near In silent moments, imagine you’d be here All of my memories keep you near Your silent whispers, silent tears

Keane - Somewhere Only We Know

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I’m getting old, and I need something to rely on So tell me when you’re gonna let me in I’m getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin