Xavier - Blog Posts
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...I'm partially blaming this on the fact that I'm a bit sick today....but it's supposed to be something along the lines of Charles mixing batter/cookies/etc while only in a frilly apron, with Erik wandering by and taking notice.....but this is just a sketch, and I'm low on energy.
I usually get really anxious and sometimes frustrated when shows leave on cliffhangers and stretch out storylines, but I gotta admit that School Spirits writers are doing it right. I'm legit just enjoying the ride.
[REPOST]- FBL- First Meeting, Logan and Xavier’s POV
The X-Men Adults in this Universe are: Beast, Cyclops, Jean, Storm, Colossus, and Young X-Men (still older than Logan) are: Iceman, Angel, and Kitty Pryde. Kurt and Logan are the same age, but Kurt has been at the Institute for around,,,, 3 or four years now.
We’re going to do this in the Angstiest way possible: The Original Canon.
Xavier finds out about a Mutant: Weapon X. Part of a strange project being conducted in Canada. What he doesn’t know until he gets there is that Weapon X is a 16 year old boy.
It goes a little like this:
Charles meets with the Canadian President and military after finding out about a program involving Mutants. Specifically, the experimentation and use of mutants as weapons of war. In exchange for not doing anything… too severe, they have to allow him to offer sanctuary to Weapon X himself. He is ‘invited’ into the facility in Quebec, and waits in the Conference room for the head of the program to arrive with the mutant.
And waits.
And waits.
The sun moves across the sky, beams unfettered by the whisps of clouds tht remain after last week's rain.
…
He’s debating calling in Scott by the time he hears footsteps outside the room.
Stryker goes white. Still, he’s remarkably composed for someone who has been experimenting on mutants, and is currently being faced with The Representative for Mutants.
“My apologies Professor”, he holds out his hand, “Ha, got a little held up there, but I’m here!” He grins, a wabbly, fluttering thing that turns into a tight lipped smile. ‘Cmon, talk so I can go before the brats' plane arrives.’
Silence.
Stryker puts his hand down, but remains standing, his feelings only only given away by the first beads of sweat dripping down his temple. “Well, ahem, we had some issues getting everything in order, but I am proud to meet you.”
Xavier sighs. “And where-”
The sound of thundering footsteps rapidly approaching. It almost sounds like a stampede. If possible, Stryker’s face goes more white as he whips around to slam the door shut. ‘No-’
He just gets his hand on the handle when it slams open, pushing him into the wall with so much force he topples over.
“Who’s the bigwig you’re talking to without me, old man?!”
… It’s the voice of a young man. A boy.
He’s in a thick suit, similar to Xavier’s X-Men, but more militaristic, with a … a collar. A very thick, seamless metal collar. His hair is plastered to his forehead, like he was just hosed down, with a snarl on his face showing off sharp, animalistic teeth.
The child thinks, ‘Thank fuck I made it.’
Charles feels nausea swirl in his gut, a phantom taste of vomit already in his mouth.
“I am the 'Bigwig’. Wolverine, correct? I am Professor Charles Xavier, at your service.” He smiles genially, hoping to let the boy know that he is safe from these monsters.
Wolverine sneers uncaringly. “Obviously it’s me.”
He looks at Stryker. “Am I supposed to be impressed by some Professor?”
Stryker finishes straightening his suit and puts a heavy hand on Wolverine’s shoulder. Xavier can see Wolverine tense, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Apparently, the brass is impressed. All I know is that he’s here to make you some sort of offer.” He better not take it if he knows what’s good for him.
Wolverine’s eye’s glint, and he leans closer to the Professor.
“An offer? Okay, what’s your deal?”
One chance Charles. He swallows. “I know of your recent battles. And more, I know of your powers. You, child, are a Mutant. And I have a need of mutants-”
“Hey! I’m not some fucking ki-”
“-I am offering you a chance to become an X-Man!” Then, he speaks directly into Wolverine’s mind.
‘I am offering you a chance to become free!’
Wolverine pauses. His eyes widen and flick between Stryker and the Professor. He lets out a long, slow breath, sets his jaw and nods.
“What the hell, I’ll do it.” His posture is carefully casual, juxtaposed by Stryker’s meaty hands grabbing his shoulders to spin him around.
“Not so fast! The government has invested a great deal of time and money into i-him” He looks down at the boy, who’s eyes stay locked with Xavier’s.
“If you try walking out on us, I’ll have you locked up!”
“Well this is a free country, isn’t it? Besides, you’re not my legal guardian, the government is, and they said I could!” At this, Wolverine pops his infamous claws. As blood trickles down his knuckles, Stryker’s hand flies to his pocket, and they both freeze. C'mon kid, try it! There’s a reason we put that damn thing on you!
Xavier holds up a finger, and the metaphorical standstill becomes much more real.
“I believe Wolverine has made his choice. I shall take him with me, and any of his belongings will be sent to my school by next week, is that alright with you, Commander?”
Stryker and Wolverine continue there stare-off, before the Colonel grunts out an affirmative. Xavier retracts his powers from their minds. Logan steps back, suddenly looking slightly nervous.
“...Well. You’re going to need this.” Stryker hands Xavier a remote from his pocket. “He’s violent sometimes.” He laughs, loud, chest heaving things
“He’s more of a beast than that blue doctor of yours!” He’s still chuckling to himself when the door closes.
Wolverine doesn’t look at him or at the remote. He breathes, and nods.
“Okay, so how are we leavin’?”
* * * * * * * *
It takes them some time to actually get out of the building. Wolverine stops by his room and fills up a small bag with items, and Charle’s is given a thick folder on information on Wolverines mutations as well as how to 'take care of him’.
The team is waiting for them to board. Xavier hasn’t told them of his discovery, deciding that instability would be better handled once they’re on the plane and away from humans. What he doesn’t expect, however, is Wolverine's reactions to the team. He stands as far as he can from both Xavier and the team as they make their introductions
Scott reaches out for a handshake, but it hangs in the air awkwardly as Wolverine scowls at it. After a few uncomfortable seconds, he seems to shake himself and reaches forward to give one stiff shake, and then adjusts his stance to face everyone else.
“I’m Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops. And you are…?”
The boy scoffs. “My name is Wolverine. Shouldn’t you know it, since you all came for me?”
Scott grits his teeth, shock-anger-fear flicking through his mind. ’Seriously professor? A kid?!’
Everyone else is worse at hiding their shock. A thunderous crack is heard as lightning strikes near the entrance of the facility, and the room trembles as Jean’s powers begin to make things float.
'Now, X-Men, I know this is a surprise, but please maintain your composure. Although it may not be visible, it appears he is nervous about meeting other mutants for the first time.’
Things settle, and the thunder quiets.
“It is a pleasure to meet you Wolverine, I am Storm, also known as Ororo Munroe. I will be flying us back.” She nods, and heads to the cockpit.
“I am Colossus, little lad! My real name is Piotr Rasputin!” He steps forward, as though to pull Wolverine to him.
The boy adjusts his stance to be a little further away, and growls, “I am not little! And don’t touch me, fuckwad.”
Colossus coughs awkwardly at the violent response, and then mumbles, “Of-of course. Ah, I believe I shall go see how Storm is doing.”
Charles inclines his head towards Jean, ‘Would you mind looking into his collar? There is no visible seal, and I do not have the knowledge to remove it. You have been spending time with Hank, so I hope you can be of some help.’
'Of course Professor.’
Jean approaches, and gently puts her hand on his bicep. She smiles down at him and says, “I’m sorry about the shaking Wolverine, I tend to have some trouble containing my abilities. My name is Jean Grey. How about you sit in the back with me? I’d like to take a look at that collar, if possible?”
Wolverine looks away, a light pink brushing his cheeks. “Sure. Whatever.”
‘Oh my.’
Scott’s head whips over, and he opens his mouth to say he’ll stay in the back as well, but Xavier steps in. “That sounds great, Jean. Cyclops, let’s go to the front so the plane can take off. I believe it is almost time for dinner.”
xavier is sweet and pretty and honestly i would kiss him too
Sorry yall, had to do this
(The last part I got from Just A Happy Troll on youtube)
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(Sylus cats are stray cats that he adopted from the 109 zo area)
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You asked him to leave the room so you could change your clothes, but he reminded you that you both were married and had children. (I saw some couples doing this on TikTok).
pairing: Zayne x You, Xavier x You, Rafayel x You, Sylus x You, Caleb x You (Female reader)
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Zayne
It was a lovely Sunday evening. After a long week, you finally had a chance to have Zayne with you again, a rare occasion due to his hard work in the hospital.
He was reading a book on bed, waiting for you to get ready so you can go out to eat at your favorite restaurant. The bedroom was very peaceful, the only noises being the cars outside and the My Little Pony opening song coming from the living room, where your daughter is.
You just got out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, when you saw him reading and decided to test something you saw on the internet.
“Love, can you get out of the room, please? ” Your voice sounded innocent as you began to open your drawers. “I need to change my clothes”.
You turned to look at him and saw that he was staring at you over his glasses, looking confused. “Pardon?”
“Well, I need to put on some clothes and I am a bit shy to change in front of you.” You said, squeezing your arms around your body to keep the towel covering you. “You know… I am a bit embarrassed.”
A playful smile appeared on your lips as you saw his frowned face.
“I don’t understand why you want me to leave the room.” He answers, closing the book and taking his glasses off. Then he stood up, walking towards you at a slow pace. His shirt has the first two buttons open, and his belt is open as well.
“Because I don’t want you to look.” He almost laughs at your answer, looking at you, dumbfounded.
Suddenly, he called your daughter's name, who appeared at the door after some minutes. She was only four and was wearing a blue dress, matching Zayne’s shirt color, ready to go out with you, so she looked at you a bit confused when she saw your body still wrapped in the towel. “Mommy is not ready?”
“Mommy is being difficult.” Zayne forces a sad expression, walking towards the little girl and patting her head. “Tell her to hurry up.”
“Hurry up mommy!” Your daughter runs again to the living room and Zayne smiles, looking at you.
“Do I have to remind you how babies are made?” You blush slightly when he smiles mischievously, leaning against the door. “But once you asked, I will leave the room and make our little angel company”.
Xavier
It was your time to take a shower, so Xavier was taking care of your son while you were enjoying your bath, massaging yourself with the liquid soap. When you ended your bath, you walked to the bedroom and saw Xavier with the baby in his arms.
“Babe, can you get out of the room?” The blonde man looked at you, confused.
“Why? Did I do something wrong?” You opened a tender smile to him and chuckled, getting some clothes in the drawers.
“No, of course not. I just want to change my clothes.”
Xavier looked at you, then his eyes found the baby in his arms. One moment later, he looked at you again. “You know… that I already saw everything, right?”
You blush, looking away to cover your face. “Shut up… I just need some privacy…”
“If it is something with your body, stop overthinking. You are as gorgeous as ever.” You looked at him, and for a moment you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him or to throw a pillow on him.
It was just a joke, a prank that you saw some couples doing on the internet, you didn’t know he would say something like this.
“And don’t you remember what happened fifteen minutes ago that woke him up?” You widen your eyes, feeling your cheeks getting hotter.
“Xavier!”
You two listened to the baby laughing, and you couldn’t help but smile too. “You… silly.” Xavier opened a warm smile at your words.”
He kissed your forehead before he began to walk away from you. “I will get his pacifier. Maybe he can sleep again, and we can…” Xavier glanced at you.
That 's it. You got a pillow and threw it at Xavier, making him run out of the room, laughing out loud.
Rafayel
One morning, Rafayel was helping your son with the art homework, and both of them sat on the carpet of the bedroom.
You saw that cute and pacific scene in front of you and smiled, seeing your husband so excited to teach your little boy. A perfect time…
“That's it, my little bubble, now if you mix yellow and red…”
A perfect time for a prank.
“Babe, let's go to the swimming pool… it's so hot today.” You say, innocent, seeing your son's eyes shining bright with the excellent idea.
The boy closed the notebook and ran to his own bedroom, and Rafayel chuckled.
“Fine, let's relax a bit, maybe after that he can sleep early and I will have you just to myself.” He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, giving your neck a peck.
“We will have a lot of fun, but now can you get out of the room? I need to put on my bikini.”
Rafayel frowned, confused. “What? Why do I need to get out?”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling softly. “I am feeling a bit shy today, so I didn't want you to see.”
The artist raised an eyebrow at your comment.
“Love, do I have to remind you how we made that little boy?” He kissed your cheek. “It was raining when I held you and…”
“Shush!” Your face was almost burning up, as red as a tomato. “I remember.”
He chuckled again, caressing your hip slowly.
“Good, then I don't have to remind you about how…”
“Daddy! Where are my swim goggles?”
Rafayel stopped, looking at the door.
“Have you looked in your drawer?” He answered, looking at you. “I will help him.”
Sylus
It was your birthday and Sylus promised a “family day” to you, as you asked for.
While you were drying your hair, he was helping your younger daughter to dress up. A moment later, he walked into your bedroom and saw you choosing an outfit.
“Love, can you get out of the room?” Sylus frowned. “Why would I?”
“I want to change my clothes, so I will need to take off the one I am wearing.”
Sylus looked at your covered body, then at your face. “It’s not a big deal. You can change in front of me.”
“No, I am embarrassed.” You answer, lying. You just wanted to test the prank you saw on the internet.
“Embarrassed of what?” He scoffed.
“Changing my clothes in front of you.” He blinked, totally confused, then called three names, making his deep voice reach all the house.
Two children runned into your bedroom, the twins, who were already dressed up, then your younger daughter walked in slowly, since she was still learning how to walk.
“Trust me, kitten, I saw your body a lot of times already.”
One of the twins frowned, saying “Ew! Mommy and Daddy are flirting!” You looked at the kid, poking his nose. “We are not!”
Sylus was smiling charmingly. “Of course we are…” He walked towards you and held your hand, giving it an affectionate kiss.
“Will we have another sibling?” You almost choked when the child said it out of the blue. “What? Where did you get this idea from?”
“Daddy told us that to make a baby he has to kiss your hand…” One of the twins said. “I want one more sister!” The other said as well.
You looked at Sylus, who was trying to hide his smirk against your hand.
“Everyone… get out of here!” You shouted at them. Sylus laughed, holding both of the twins in his arms when he escaped from the bedroom, letting just you and your daughter. “Can you believe it?” You ask the little girl, who smiled cheerfully. “No, you are not going to have a new sibling.” You said, picking her up.
Caleb
“Captain Marshmallow to Captain Daddy, are you listening to me?” You frowned, amused, as you saw your daughter and your husband playing spies in your bedroom, rolling on the bed and running around the room.
“I am, Captain Marshmallow. Leader Mommy just arrived from work. We need to greet her.” Caleb said as he picked the little girl in his arms. “Let's go.”
You smiled, kissing the girl's head before doing the same with Caleb's lips. “How are my ‘Captains’?” The question was almost a joke, but you saw your husband laughing.
“She watched a lot of movies.”
“Daddy! We can use the bubble guns to play!" The girl ran out of the room, letting you and Caleb all alone.
“How are you, my dear?” He hugged you tightly.
“Tired, but I am good.” You smiled, feeling a bit better. “I need to change my clothes, can you get out of the room, babe?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why? It's not like I never saw you naked before, you know…”
You poke his arm, blushing. “I just need some privacy.”
He laughed, seeing your daughter running back to the bedroom with two bubble guns on hands.
“I will give you ten minutes.” He winks, looking at you. “So hurry up, or I will have to keep you here for more than that.”
always on the most random ass side quest
the lads, their mcs, and their blobbus
Updating my old illustration of the boys with Caleb 🍎
The Barbie movie of it all 😭💞💞🌺💐🌼
And they got everybody makin' out, Sylus humming and calling himself a dragon 😭😭, Zayne being Snow White, Caleb...oh Caleb, the romance is too strong, I can't breathe. And all of MC's different dresses (which are gonna be stupid expensive I already know)
Infold, you will always get my ass 😞
hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng I'm in trouble
I take it back, I'm still contemplating if I should R2 Lumiere...for the battle perk, not just the outfit.
On the LI scale, Xavier is my lowest priority, but for shooty shoot purposes, I'm so tempted...
Honestly, so much better than my God of Tides luck. Started at 40 wishes from hard pity...
Wish 36 😭: Sylus Within Reach
Wish 103: Xavier Midnight Whispers (67 wishes 😭)
Wish 107: Xavier Lightseeking Obsession (4 wishes)
Wish 136: Xavier Midnight Rainfall (29 wishes)
Wish 162: Xavier Midnight Whispers (26 wishes)
Including the 150 box, that's R1 Lumiere in 162 wishes.
You'd better be as good as the battle girlies say you are, sir. Pulling also got me R1 Lightseeker and R2 on that Sylus lunar card, so I guess I can't complain too much.
I do want R2 cause the black fit is fire af, but I'm restraining myself cause I still want to buy shop outfits and that cute flower multi is coming. Maybe next year...
Love and Deepspace as text posts pt 7/?
first of these posts with Caleb in it ✌️
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TOMORROW'S CATCH-22: BAD ENDING
Credits artist @sakon
I can only choose one hair/outfit. I been holding onto these crates since the Catch22 event ended because indecision has a hold on me.
Star boy or ocean boy? @lxveuntold, you're my LADS hand holder so I'm calling you in for backup 😭 (even though you're biased towards the glubglub)
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<OFFICIAL COMMISSION MADE BY LOVE AND DEEPSPACE>
If MC randomly flashed the Lis
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ . COCK SIZE AND THEIR THICKNESS ?!
Thinking about SYLUS’S cock, it’s a sturdy 8.1 inches, Heavy and warm as he positions himself between your thighs, his cock presses against you, sending shivers down your spine. It's thick enough to make your breath hitch, long enough to stretch your pussy until you're gasping his name like a prayer. He wouldn't just fuck you—he'd worship you, savoring every shudder, every moan, every way your body reacts to him, especially when his cock brushes against your clit. “Too much?” His voice is low and teasing, but there's genuine concern beneath it as he watches you, waiting for your response.
You whimper in response, fingers digging into the sheets. Too much? No—never. You want it, want to feel him fill you completely, to be ruined in the way only he can. “More,” you whisper, your voice wrecked with need. A sharp inhale from above, his red eyes dark with hunger. Then a low, approving chuckle as his hands grip your hips, anchoring you in place. “Greedy little thing,” he murmurs. “Then take all of it.”
With that, he pushes inside you, slowly at first, savoring every inch as he stretches your cunt to your limits. You arch your back, gasping at the exquisite pressure, craving more of him. Each thrust is deliberate and powerful, filling you completely, leaving you breathless and wanting.
Thinking about XAVIER’S cock, it’s a solid 6.1 inches, long and thick, just right for making you feel completely filled. He doesn’t have pubic hair. Each thrust brings the head of his cock brushing against your cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.
“Does it feel good, babe?” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry, locking eyes with you as he gauges your reaction. The intensity of his gaze makes your heart race, and you can barely manage a nod, breathless and yearning. He thrusts deeper, his cock filling you completely, each movement deliberate and powerful, stretching your pussy in all the right ways. The friction ignites every nerve ending, and you can't help but moan softly, lost in the intoxicating rhythm as his cock brushes against your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.
As he drives into you, the combination of his length and girth leaves you gasping for more, craving the delicious friction and the way he fills you completely. Each thrust pulls you closer to the edge, and you find yourself eagerly pushing back against him, wanting to feel every inch of him deep inside you, surrendering to the pleasure he brings.
Thinking about CALEB’S cock, it’s a powerful 7.8 inches, thick and deliciously girthy, filling you completely with every thrust. His pubic hair is a bit scruffy, giving him a rugged edge that’s both enticing and inviting. The way he fills you makes your body hum with pleasure, and the sensation has you gasping for more.
“G—God, you feel amazing,” he breathes, his voice rough with desire as he looks deep into your eyes. Each thrust of his cock pushes you closer to the edge, and you can’t help but moan loudly, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure he brings to your pussy. “That’s it, let me hear you,” he urges, and you find yourself begging for more, craving the intoxicating heat of his body against yours as he drives deeper, the sensation of him stretching you making you dizzy with need.
“C—Caleb, please, don’t stop,” you manage to plead, your voice barely a whisper. He smirks, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you, and pushes deeper, each movement deliberate and powerful. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as he drives his cock into your pussy, your body responding eagerly to every thrust. “Let me hear you,” he urges, and you find yourself surrendering completely, crying out with each stroke, feeling your climax building with every moment. The combination of his size and the intensity of his movements sends—you spiraling toward ecstasy, and you can't help but beg for more as pleasure washes over you in waves.
Thinking about ZAYNE’S cock, it’s a firm 7 inches, thick but refined—like everything else about him. He keeps himself neatly trimmed, just a hint of dark hair at the base, well-groomed but not overdone. He’s precise in every touch, every thrust, his surgeon’s hands gripping your thighs with practiced control, spreading you open so he can sink into you slowly, letting you feel every inch.
“You’re taking me so well,” he murmurs, his voice low and almost clinical, but there’s a rough edge to it, a crack in that cold professionalism that only you get to hear. His pace is measured at first—calculated, like he’s testing how much your pussy can handle. With each slow thrust of his cock, he watches your reactions, taking in every moan and shudder. But the moment he hears you gasp, the moment you clench down around him, it’s like a switch flips.
His restraint snaps, and suddenly he’s fucking you deeper and harder, his cock driving into you with an intensity that steals—your breath away. Each powerful thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, pushing you to the brink, and you can feel your tits bouncing in time with his movements. He relishes the sight, his smirk widening as he sees how much you’re enjoying it.
“Breathe,” he instructs, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I want you conscious when you fall apart for me.” The raw command in his voice makes your heart race, and you know you’re about to lose yourself completely in the overwhelming pleasure of him filling you, the heat of his body against yours, and the way he drives his cock into your pussy with relentless precision.
Thinking about RAFAYEL’S cock, it’s a well-owned 6.8 inches, long and just thick enough to stretch you perfectly without overwhelming you. He’s naturally well-groomed, his pubic hair soft and well-kept, a little messy but effortlessly attractive—just like him. There’s a wildness to the way he touches you, a raw passion that burns as intensely as the art he creates. “You feel so damn good,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire.
His grip is firm as he pulls your hips flush against his, ensuring you take every inch of his cock. His strokes are deep and slow at first, deliberate, as he savors the way pleasure ripples through your body, coaxing you into a trembling mess beneath him. “Rafayel, please—” you whimper, your voice breaking as he presses deeper, his cock nudging right against your cervix, sending electric sparks of ecstasy racing up your spine. “Yeah?” he smirks, his amber eyes burning with a mix of heat and arrogance, a glint of mischief playing at the corners of his mouth. “Then beg for it, babe.”
With your body arching and your voice shaking, you plead for him, desperation lacing your words. And when he hears that need in your tone, he finally gives in, fucking you with all the reckless passion and intensity he's known for. Each thrust is relentless, a fierce collision that pushes you closer to the edge as he drives his cock into your pussy, the pressure building deliciously. His movements brush against your clit with every powerful stroke, igniting waves of pleasure that leave you gasping for more, completely at his mercy as he takes you higher and higher.
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