palalife:

“Mag—-ne—-to——-” Get your arse over here. 

bed time quick doodle

palalife:

Based on this

Erik goes all dokidoki

textsfromxavieracademy:

submitted by blood-and-confetti

(via felinejaye)

palalife:

夢ならたくさんみた 醒めたままでもまだ会いたい

I’ve had many dreams about you, but I still want to see you when I’m awake.

I’ve had many wonderful dreams, but I still want to wake up to see you.

It’s lyric from “Sparkling Daydreams” by ZAQ, I’ve seen both translations and I like both XD

I also really like some fanfics has the setting where Charles always uses Erik’s mind as an anchor to go back to, and the lyrics kind of reminds me of that <3

palalife:

WIP. One of the requests! I’ll slowly work through them, but now I’ll go to sleep and prepare to go to work tomorrow! :D

(via thedameloves)

gossamer-and-giggles:

I said I would do this forever ago, sorry about that. Here are a few more Erik and Charles pics, some are probably repeats, I upload very few from the 100 or so photos I have of this cosplay. Labeled for Halloween ones or ones based on Starrose17’s We Met at the Park.
Myself as Charles
My friend as Erik, not sure of her Tumblr ^-^’ 

Aw I hadn’t seen the one in the bed! XD So cute!!

momohemingway:

…♥…

I just simply love Charles’s smile when he saw Erik stopped those bullets ♥ 

Awwwww….

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

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(Source: fuckyeahxmenmovies, via felinejaye)

felinejaye:

palalife:

turtletotem:

pearlo:

ninemoons42:

fassyfaceavoythere:

Alain Delon at Piazza San Marco in Venice, 1962

Charles Xavier on his honeymoon (Erik taking photos). Never, never gonna get tired of this. 

We’ve had this before, but reblogging just for dear K’s comment ^^ waaaant :)

:DDD

((Sequel to this photographer!Erik ficlet))

Erik worries, at first, about Charles’s sudden desire to try photography for himself. His apparent obliviousness to the constant presence of a lens in his life is, after all, one of the best things about him. Really, the last thing he wants is put another photographer in the house. Just because they’re married now, does Charles feel a need to do things just because Erik does them? Can’t he just leave well enough alone?

But it’s not like Erik’s going to say any of that, certainly not on their honeymoon. He just pulls out one of his simpler, sturdier cameras and lets Charles loose on Venice with a roll of film and a crash-course on F-stops.

And it’s beautiful, it’s glorious, because Charles looks through the lens with all the whimsy and fascination of a child looking through a kaleidoscope, and when a pair of pigeons decides Charles and the camera are their new toys, is far more interested in having a good conversation with them than in getting a decent shot. It’s a surreally ‘meta’ feeling for Erik, taking pictures of Charles taking pictures, but between the delicate feathers and the shape of his hands on the camera, the purity of his smile in the shadowless afternoon light, Erik thinks he’s capturing something about Charles that he’s never quite seen in focus before.

He knows this is how he’ll remember their honeymoon — Charles looking at the world through Erik’s lens, and without even taking any decent pictures, still seeing things to wonder and smile at that Erik would never have seen.

reblog for the fic, both are lovely TvT

What is this warm and fuzzy feeling Oh it’s cherik~

palalife:

palalife:

The real version of this. I love our rich genius boys together gossiping about their other halves lol, and was thinking about how they try to court Erik and Steve, maybe helping each other or pulling each other’s leg b/c they are kind of into competing, etc. Then Tony made himself an armor, where Charles uses “hey you are mutant, I am a mutant, this is crazy but here’s my number” lines. 

Also remember I was asking about the “Nazi hunter/fighter” grammar question? 

It is because of this:

 just a quick side project, back to xmentale!

Gabbia: “It sounds like a crack version of Gossip Girls” 

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palalife:

30 days OTP challenge: Play game/watching a movie together 

“Charles, are we recording us having sex on the couch?”

“I want to make a sex tape so we can watch it later! :D :D :D” 

Oops sorry I am misinterpreting the topics again

palalife:

XMFC Reverse Bang Prompt #1045, dragon!Erik and Charles

The Affairs of Dragons by Takmarierah

When Charles sees the dragon on his balcony, he suspects that he’s losing his mind. When he starts hearing voices, he’s certain of it, and the realization that magic is real is little comfort when these newfound abilities threaten to destroy his life. He has no choice but to accept his enigmatic neighbor’s offer of training in exchange for a promise - that he will repay that favor, when asked to.

Like many promises in the world of magic, however, this turns out to have unexpected consequences.

GUYS! READ IT! Tak has been amazing and wonderful, SHE EVEN DREW AMAZING ART, HOW COOL IS THAT. I still have some wips and I’ll post later once I am done, blame Tak for continuing inspiring me :D

palalife:

Anon showed me this video—A tiny doberman!Erik carrying cat!Charles back home LOL

OMG what the

Erik, you go into caveman mode even as a doberman puppy?! The cat is so docile I can imagine hearing Charles resigns lol 

(maybe it wasn’t a doberman but…it is cute nonetheless!)

palalife:

“I’ll see you later, be good at home!” 

Goodbye kiss in the morning before Charles leaves for his classes. dog!Erik will dutifully watching the house.

Just doodling to get my drawing muse back, I can’t even use my tablet properly after 10 days of not using it…=_=

palalife:

sharkweekhomes:

palalife:

X-Men Reverse Bang Prompt # 1023

After finding out he doesn’t going to live long, Erik decided to do things he wanted to do but didn’t have the courage to—including asking his crush out for a date—a stranger who he saw everyday commuting. He didn’t know they would actually be together. Any details up to writers. Prefer good ending: so Erik was mistaken in the beginning.

One of my xmrb prompts! :) 

Unfortunately my writer went MIA in the beginning, so there’s only art here.  Got in contact with her! :) 

I’ve never done this before, so pardon me if it’s not that great. This sort of relates to the plot, but more like years later. 

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On Charles’s office desk at school, there is a little jar with a preserved lump of flesh in it. Students pass it by with disgust or curiosity, never asking about it. There’s a label on it proclaiming that it came from one “Lehnsherr, Erik” a few years ago, but other than that there’s no clue as to what it is exactly or who the man is came from could be. Some speculate a step-brother, or uncle, or maybe even their professor’s best friend, but no one is willing to seek out the information. For one, Charles is only personal about his former students and his baby sister. They know that his sister is “sort of” dating an alumni, and there’s no Erik Lehnsherr in any of the yearbooks. In the years since it showed up on his desk, people have passed it by in wonder, forming theories and making up a story about it. A few medical students classify it as some sort of brain tumor, and the stories get wilder and wilder.

Charles clears it up on a Friday afternoon. It was his last class of the day, and  Valentines day to boot. He knew that many of his students skipped for dinner dates and movies, finding his room half full. Most of his favorites are were, including Kitty Pryde and Cassie Lang, putting him a little more at ease. The jar was in his hand, carefully set onto the podium as the class started. “Today we’re going to talk about a different sort of mutation. It’s related to genetics, as tumors usually are, but brain cancer can affect even the most healthy of people.” He started his lesson off with a slide, as usual.

The students listened attentively as he spoke, jotting down notes and watching him tap the little jar every so often. Notes were passed as the time started to go by, and once class was half over, they noticed their Professor walk to the far end of the room to grab a waist coat and jacket. They matched his suit pants, and it garnered a few giggles. Their professor was going on a date after his lecture, which would have been even more amusing if a note hadn’t gone around that he might be visiting whomever the tumor belonged to. The atmosphere in the room seemed to change after that, even as they watched him smile fondly at the jar and straighten his tie.

“That’s all the lecture I have today,” he announced, nearly a half an hour left to the class. Nobody moved, watching him start to pack up. From the back of the class, someone spoke up.

“Professor Xavier, what happened to Erik? Who was he?” Charles glanced up from his paperwork, smiling shyly and closing his breifcase. He pulled up his chair to sit in front of the class, folding his hands on his lap. 

“Erik Lehnsherr is the name of my partner. We’re both far too old for the term ‘boyfriends,’ I suppose. As you all have guessed, this is his. He’s an athletic man, tall and lean, jogged the same route every day for a year before work, save for three or so days. Changed those habits once the cancer was found. Hardly smoked a day in his life, rarely drank until he was diagnosed.” He held the little jar to the light, looking it over again. “He was from Germany, moved here at twenty five to support his mother as an engineer. She passed away battling cancer, the same affliction as he son. Erik’s the love of my life, the only person aside from Raven who matters so much. I watched him jog his route every day before he knew, and then he stopped for three days. The morning he returned, he got up earlier so he could go to Hank’s to get a dozen roses, then jogged all the way to the park where we’d see one another. I’ll never forget how he asked me out.” Charles chuckled, still smiling to the jar. “‘Excuse me, I’m going to die soon and I really like you. Would you go out on a date with me?’ Not the smoothest way I’d ever been asked out, and for a moment I thought he was joking, but he was entirely honest with me. We ended up spending the whole day together, talking about books and chess and our childhoods. It was almost an instant connection.” There were a couple of sniffles from various students, all assuming the same thing.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Professor,” Kitty spoke, her voice cracking a little. At that, Charles looked quite alarmed.

“Loss? Oh no, you mustn’t assume. Erik is very much alive. He has his days, and he had hs days before and after the surgery, but he does well. He only changed his jogging route to accomodate for my inferior skill, and while he used to get terrible headaches and still has his moments of irritablity, I assure you that he’s still with us.” The class all stared, dumfounded by this new information. Their professor was keeping his still living boyfriend’s three year old brain tumor on his desk as if it were a treasured keepsake.

“But…why?”

“Well, it’s simple, you see. Were it not for this cluster of mutated cells, Erik and I would never be together. He has no one else, and he didn’t want to be alone while going through this. His high chance of dying from a rare tumor that usually presents itself in children gave him that little bit of courage he needed to break away from the monotany of a life of work and get a little more social. I admit, it’s a little bit morbid, but it brought us together. Now, if you’ll all excuse me, I’ve just gotten a text from the man in question and we’ve got a reservation to make. I’ll see you all on Monday.” Charles picked up his things and strolled out of the room, leaving his students befuddled. Erik waited for him by his car, dressed in a sleek black suit and silver tie. 

“How was class today?”

“Wonderful.”

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adfj;dsklfj I just really adore your art and wanted to write something for it 

Belated reblog! AHHHHHH thank you for the one shot!!! TvT! This is wonderful!!!! <3<3

Keeping the tumor-in-the-jar on the desk is……so Charles lol