Doesn’t Charles look adorable in pink? 

Shout-out to ze Cherik peeps out there! 🖤

💋 Kiss me, you fool!  💋 

So, I’m just gonna leave this here.... *Whistles innocent tune and wanders off casually*

One bonehead with a brush. One sketchpad. One set of watercolors. And the one and only Magneto. 🖤 

Happy 41st B-day, Michael Fassbender (02/04-1977)

Gesundheit, Glück und Wohlergehen, damit soll es auch im nächsten Lebensjahr gut weitergehen!

A Creative Experiment 

When I’m bored and have too much time on my hands I snatch my poor, defenseless digitizer and scribble away on it like a maniac. That’s what just happened. I wanted to try something a bit different, to take on a new sort of style than what I’m used to - I wanted to make it as simplistic as my insanely detail-focused mind would allow me to. It was quite a struggle, I admit... But it’s fun to try new things! And this little McFassy/Cherik drawing is the result. Enjoy!

❤️ I did a thing! ❤️

I actually just spent 5 hours making this bromantic fan video dedicated to Cherik...!? Apparently for the sole reason of kicking myself and you in the feels, I guess? There is no hope for me or you!! *Frantic giggle* So... Yeah, go check it out if ya wanna smile’n’sniffle a bit or something!  And reblog to punch unsuspecting Cherik lovers right in their unprepared feels! 

ENJOY!!!      

Erik be like: “Yo, wanna date, lolz, fsshggh??”

Charles be like: “Umm, yeah, about that....”

❤️ Cherik Questionnaire ❤️

Pick one or more numbers and hit me with Cherik asks!

And tag none or as many of your fellow Cherik people as you wish! 

1: Who do you identify with the most personally, Charles or Erik – and why?

2: What would you choose for yourself and why – telepathy or metallokinesis?

3: You can only choose 1 theme for the Cherik honeymoon suite - what would it be?

4: Your favorite Cherik kink?

5: What do you think about “Dadneto”?

6: Bottom!Charles or Top!Charles?

7: Who do you prefer physically and why – Charles or Erik?

8: If you could direct a Cherik movie - what would the plot be?

9: Who would you rather join – Prof. X or Magneto?

10: Alpha!Charles or Omega!Charles?

11: The saddest Cherik scene you can think of that ISN’T the beach divorce?

12: If Erik and Charles had matching tattoos, what would it be?

13: Describe your feelings regarding Charles and Moira?

14: If you were to meet Cherik in a restaurant – what would you wear (currently in your wardrobe)?

15: FC, DoFP or XMA Charles?

16: At which point did you know that you had sold your soul to Cherik?

17: If Erik proposed to Charles – how would he choose to do it?

18: Which Cherik AU is your absolute favorite and why?

19: If you had to write/read a crossover, which TV show would you match with Cherik?

20: Dom!Erik or Sub!Erik?

21: Would you prefer Cherik in a Coffee shop AU or an Office AU?

22: Who do you fantasize about the most – Erik or Charles?

23: Finish the sentence: “Cherik or…?”

24: How do you think the beach scene should have ended?

25: If you could have sex with Charles OR Erik, who would you choose?

26: If you could only ask Charles 1 question, what would it be?

27: If you could only ask Erik 1 question, what would it be?

28: Did you ever have a Cherik dream? If so, what was it about?

29: There’s a knock on your door and you open it to see Cherik. Your first words?

30: Will you go down with the Cherik ship or do you have new bearings, ye scallywag?

GO AHEAD, dearies... Let the game begin and reblog! 

Charles and Erik are just taking an innocent shower together.... And then things get a little steamier than first anticipated. Yes?  💋

My first drawing in 2018!

💋 Merry Christmas to everyone out there!  💋

Especially to one very special person to whom I dedicate this drawing! You know who you are, @fullmetalcarer​ , and this is my way of thanking you for pinch hitting and writing me such a good fic on AO3. And of course for being awesome in general! I asked you how I could repay you and demanded that you gave me a guideline for some art I could make. You said, and I quote - *AHEM* - “adorable”, “sweet”, “kissy”, “huggy” and of course “sappy”. So that is what you get! Christmas style! LOL.

Apparently they can’t even decorate a tree without getting tangled up... in both Christmas lights and each other!  ❤️ MERRY X-MAS!

You were scared when we first met Sinking in the cold sea like a stone But you heard me clearly when I said “Erik, you are not alone” And to this day I do not regret Holding you, chilled to the bone Calming you while angry and wet Because that day I found a gem of my own A gem of passion, beauty and tear shed Of memories that we will never forget This day, my friend, was the day we met Yours forever,  Charles Xavier

Happy Halloween and happy Tuesgay!!!!  ❤️ 

Soooooo........ This is for you, dear @pinkoptics​ because you wrote a prompt for me some time ago!!! And I pestered you to give me an opportunity to repay you in the form of a fic/art piece. And you actually DID give me prompt eventually!! And... I sorta didn’t know if I should do a fic or a piece of art - so I did both!!!! I hope you like. 😁 Pokémon Charles and everything! 💋Also: SMUT...! 

PLEADING THE FIFTH

The people in the hotel bar were cheerful and rather loud while they eagerly chitchatted and the clinking of glasses being slammed against each other was filling the room.  Erik was looking at all of the dressed up people from the table by the wall, a small smile forming on his lips induced by the atmosphere in the dim room. He was so glad that he was actually here with Charles. He honestly hadn’t thought that he would ever even dare to dream about going steady, but when the whole Halloween event had come up Charles had invited him. Him of all people. It was only their fifth date, but it was just so right, Erik thought. And it was looking more and more promising. Apparently Charles really did like him. Enough to bring him here along with Raven and Hank and their friends and share a hotel room with him. It seemed like he had been invited into the inner circle and he had to admit that he was feeling beyond grateful. Not to mention giddy. He shifted his weight slightly in the booth with its red leather upholstery and redirected his glance to look at Charles sitting opposite him. He had been awfully quiet for a while though, Erik realized. The mug of beer in Charles’ hand was surprisingly full and Erik raised an eyebrow. Had he said something wrong? Charles was looking at him in a weird way that he couldn’t quite interpret and concerned he leaned towards him a little, placing his elbows on the table plate.

“You okay?” he asked and sent Charles a smile. To his relief the smile was instantly returned and Charles nodded and shuffled a little in his seat. 

“Yes. Yes, I’m fine,” Charles said, his azure glance fixed on Erik. Even in the dim light of the smoky bar the color of them seemed to light up the entire room. Yet still he seemed strangely preoccupied and quiet. He had been this way the entire evening. Erik couldn’t help but worry if maybe he had said or done something inconsiderate. 

“You sure?” Erik asked softly and sipped on his pilsner. The smaller man in front of him nodded once more and smiled at him a little. Erik couldn’t help his lips forming a skew smile at the expression on Charles face combined with his costume. In the yellow and fluffy onesie he looked rather amusing.

“What are you supposed to be again?” Erik asked in amusement and for a moment Charles looked completely surprised. Then he pouted ever so slightly and placed his hand under his chin.

“I’m Pikachu…” he then mumbled in an offended voice and rolled his eyes. Erik swallowed a gulp of beer and looked back at Charles questioningly.            

“And what’s a Pikachu?” Erik asked, a frown spreading on his face. A sigh immediately escaped Charles.

“It’s a Pokémon, Erik,” he said and looked as if he was about to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. Erik almost didn’t dare to express the fact that he had absolutely no idea what Charles was talking about. Carefully he lifted his hands into the air accompanied by a soft smile, signaling that he was lost. Charles let out a small huff.

“It’s a Japanese thing. Anyway, it was Raven’s idea…” Charles mumbled, and turned the beer mug around in slow circles. But his glance never left Erik.

“What a surprise,” Erik grinned and corrected some of the white linen that was threatening to fall down from its position wrapped around his shoulder. Again he had to stifle a small giggle trying to make its way out of his mouth. As Charles sat there - practically slumped over a mug of beer growing staler by the second - he looked like some sort of depressed cartoon bunny, he thought. And what was up with those ears?

“I don’t think you should consult Raven for any wardrobe advice from now on,” Erik teased and took another gulp of beer. Charles huffed once more. But fell silent again immediately after, just resting his chin in his hands and gazing at Erik. Why was he acting like this? Erik took another gulp of beer, concern circling around in his mind like threatening thunder clouds. The room was incredibly warm, he suddenly realized as he leaned back against the soft leather upholstery of the booth. All of the dancing people in their silly costumes were running to and fro, their body heat warming up the room to an almost unbearable temperature. God, he was glad that he was only wearing what was basically a linen sheet. The toga choice had been the right bet – otherwise he would probably have been suffering a heat stroke by now. Of course a toga wasn’t exactly very imaginative and it had kind of been an emergency plan, because of course Erik hadn’t really put any thought into the fact that he would have to think of and also physically get his hands on an actual Halloween costume. He had just been focusing on partying with Charles. But this afternoon he realized that he of course couldn’t come to the party without some sort of costume – hence he had just stripped the hotel bed of one of its sheet this afternoon before jumping in the shower to get ready. Very unimaginative but practical none the less, it turned out. He remembered Charles pestering him about finding a costume in the days prior to the party and he had just shrugged and hadn’t thought much of it. But it had solved itself thankfully. And even Charles had seemed sort of impressed and surprised when he had come out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a sheet. Erik’s eyes suddenly narrowed a little as he thought it over. No, it couldn’t be, he thought. But he realized that this had been the exact moment where Charles’ behavior had changed. He had grown awfully silent and preoccupied and even when Erik had been joking around in the hotel room and put some leaves from a bouquet of flowers behind his ear to try and put just a tiny bit of effort into the whole Greek look Charles had seemed… Well, strange. And while they hurried to get to the party in time he almost hadn’t spoken a single word during the elevator ride down. Or at any other point really. Erik took another gulp of beer, gone in thought. Could he really be upset about the costume? Erik’s glance darted from his beer mug to Charles. He was still sitting opposite him in the booth, immobile and just gazing at him. He looked like he was also starting to feel the heat of the bar, Erik thought. Small beads of sweat were decorating his forehead and his cheeks were flushed in magenta and scarlet tones. Erik swallowed and leaned forwards again.................

🍆 READ THE WHOLE, JUICY FIC AO3 HERE!  🍆

..... Cos it’s too long to post here, muhawhawwwwww..... 

Hi!

So, eh... I did this thing and I couldn’t help it and my brain is on permanent filth mode and I should probably be sorry but I really am not and my soul will most definitely burn in hell!! Now when that’s all settled - please do enjoy this piece of digital art....  💋

Ok, bye!

Oops.... @fullmetalcarer​ - this is my warped way of thanking you for your lovely biker!Erik idea. Heed the warnings though, there’s non-con on the menu! Sorrynotsorry  

💜 Smooth, Erik.... Real smooth!  💜

So I felt cheesy and picked up my poor, defenseless digitizer, okay? *Giggle* 

💔  The Silent Movie Break-Up  💔

*Ugly crying* - I don’t know why, but I had this sudden urge to make a sad gif set and break my own heart.... I’m obviously a masochist. *Sniffle* 

“Taking Game”

A medieval AU one-shot Cherik fic!  Spawned by my photo manipulation above. Hope you guys like!  

 WARNING: Explicit sexual content and dubcon ahead, folks!

 Charles was pushed forwards roughly by the two men into the rather large hall. It was lit only by torches on the walls and candles on the oak tables and without even noticing Charles found himself looking around in awe of the majestic surroundings. Even though his stomach was one big knot of fear he couldn't help but admire the luscious fabrics of the tapestries and drapings decorating the tall walls of the hall. There was no one here it seemed and their footsteps resounded against the walls. Long rows of wooden benches and tables seemed abandoned and fearfully Charles let himself be pushed across the floor. Resisting wouldn't help anything. The men were highly trained servants of the king - probably knights as well - and they could kill him as easily as swatting a fly. Trying to run from them on the moor this morning had been a bad idea, they had caught up with him as quickly as a pack of wolves, binding his wrists and breaking his bow like had it been a twig. Charles thought of his family at home and his lower lip quivered slightly. If only he hadn't been caught. What fate awaited him now? He could already hear the verdict ringing out in his mind - death by hanging. He could only hope that someone would show him mercy... not so much for his own sake, but for his family. He was the sole breadwinner, who was going to put food on the table when he was gone? And the children were still so young... The thought made his eyes water up immediately and he cursed himself in his mind. If only he hadn't been caught. Suddenly the grip around his arm tightened and the men by his side started slowing down. Confused Charles looked at them. But their stone like faces didn't reveal anything, not a single emotion were to be found in their eyes. Why were they stopping? Maybe they were going to kill him right here and now? Charles swallowed as his glance darted around, settling on some thin drapes in front of them. It looked like candle light was shimmering somewhere behind the silk but it was hard to tell because everything in here was shaded orange by the flames from the torches, light and shadows dancing on every surface. Charles thought he saw darker shadows moving around behind the drapes but that might as well be his imagination playing tricks on him. With his heart hammering in his chest he tried to carefully listen for any sounds... But the thumping of his heart and his pulse pounding in his ears were the only sounds he was able to hear at the moment. Suddenly the drapes moved and Charles heard himself suck in a gulp of air. From behind the drapes a man appeared, wiping the thin silk fabric casually to the side as he stepped out. He was wearing a golden crown. It couldn't be...? Charls felt his entire body freeze and his jaw dropped slightly, his heart skipping a beat. The grip around his arm suddenly tightened.

"Kneel before your king!" one of the men in armor hissed and pushed him to the ground. Barely managing to prevent himself from smacking into the ground face first Charles landed on his elbows and forearms, scooting across the stone floor on his stomach. For a second he just lay there, frozen. Then Charles came to his senses, fear exploding in his mind and he feverishly scrambled to kneel before the king. He didn't dare to get to his feet, instead he ended up almost kissing the floor, his head bowed so low that his forehead rested on the cold stone tiles. Silence fell. Without even noticing Charles had closed his eyes almost expecting a blow from a sword to hit him at any moment. 

"So this is the infamous poacher killing my deer," a voice said and Charles almost flinched. It could only be king Erik speaking and a lightning bolt of awe shot through him along with a burning sensation of fear and guilt.