☾ 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓸 ☽
@formutantkind.bsky.social
The Master of Magnetism, a survivor, a revolutionary.
Neither hero nor villain — but a man who will bend the world itself to shield his people.
Where others plead for tolerance, I demand existence.
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Neither hero nor villain — but a man who will bend the world itself to shield his people.
Where others plead for tolerance, I demand existence.
🧲Mun is 24+🧲 RP Parody Account🧲
October 6, 2025 at 2:26 AM
*I must look extremely cool to be called Sir.*
October 6, 2025 at 1:26 AM
*I must look extremely cool to be called Sir.*
No? What?
You perplex me ... Speak plainly...
You perplex me ... Speak plainly...
October 6, 2025 at 12:53 AM
No? What?
You perplex me ... Speak plainly...
You perplex me ... Speak plainly...
Maybe your threshold for annoyance is remarkably low.
I do not exist to be liked — I exist to change the world.
I do not exist to be liked — I exist to change the world.
October 6, 2025 at 12:08 AM
Maybe your threshold for annoyance is remarkably low.
I do not exist to be liked — I exist to change the world.
I do not exist to be liked — I exist to change the world.
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I'm busy, I need to go now...
Bye, human.
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I'm busy, I need to go now...
Bye, human.
October 5, 2025 at 11:57 PM
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I'm busy, I need to go now...
Bye, human.
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I'm busy, I need to go now...
Bye, human.
Why are you hitting me?
You started it, Human.
You started it, Human.
October 5, 2025 at 11:14 PM
Why are you hitting me?
You started it, Human.
You started it, Human.
I can't open my eyes anymore.
October 5, 2025 at 3:34 PM
I can't open my eyes anymore.
October 5, 2025 at 3:17 PM
It's better this way.
October 5, 2025 at 2:08 AM
It's better this way.
"You're a scientist, you think I'll just not look at you? Don't even thinking about moving. I can kill you before you even think about moving."
October 5, 2025 at 1:56 AM
"You're a scientist, you think I'll just not look at you? Don't even thinking about moving. I can kill you before you even think about moving."
October 5, 2025 at 1:32 AM
October 5, 2025 at 1:26 AM
"No compliments for humans."
October 5, 2025 at 1:14 AM
"No compliments for humans."
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October 4, 2025 at 11:14 PM
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Magneto waited, having heard the other him say he shouldn't try to act cool to be cool.
"…It's a fine helmet…"
"…It's a fine helmet…"
October 4, 2025 at 9:38 PM
Magneto waited, having heard the other him say he shouldn't try to act cool to be cool.
"…It's a fine helmet…"
"…It's a fine helmet…"
Or I can always wear that black helmet.
October 4, 2025 at 9:18 PM
Or I can always wear that black helmet.
*Dressed in nothing but black.*
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Sorry, YoungNeto thinks he looks cool.
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Sorry, YoungNeto thinks he looks cool.
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October 4, 2025 at 8:57 PM
*Dressed in nothing but black.*
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Sorry, YoungNeto thinks he looks cool.
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Sorry, YoungNeto thinks he looks cool.
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I do not understand … What objection can there be to killing monsters?
Do you mourn the wolf that tears your children apart?
Do you plead mercy for the viper coiled at your throat?
No—monsters exist to be slain, and I will not apologize for wielding the blade.
Do you mourn the wolf that tears your children apart?
Do you plead mercy for the viper coiled at your throat?
No—monsters exist to be slain, and I will not apologize for wielding the blade.
October 4, 2025 at 8:15 PM
I do not understand … What objection can there be to killing monsters?
Do you mourn the wolf that tears your children apart?
Do you plead mercy for the viper coiled at your throat?
No—monsters exist to be slain, and I will not apologize for wielding the blade.
Do you mourn the wolf that tears your children apart?
Do you plead mercy for the viper coiled at your throat?
No—monsters exist to be slain, and I will not apologize for wielding the blade.
He holds the spike, turning it slowly in his hand — the gold catches the light, sings faint beneath his fingertips, he lets his palm rest along its length, listening as if the metal might confess its secrets, a long, soft exhale.
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October 4, 2025 at 7:49 PM
He holds the spike, turning it slowly in his hand — the gold catches the light, sings faint beneath his fingertips, he lets his palm rest along its length, listening as if the metal might confess its secrets, a long, soft exhale.
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