9-11-19 || Ko-Fi color palette donation piece number eleven! Nightcrawler looking suave and flirty in palette 11, requested by @mimsyvalentine!
Please don’t tag as kin/me/id/etc.
How the heck can OP make the sexiest X-man look even sexier?
Challenge #01158-C063: Saint Kurt of the Mutants
@callmegallifreya - Saint Nightcrawler of the Mutants ;)
“I’m going to die.”
“Oh, come on, Kurt, you can’t say that every time you’re the test villain for the new students,” Kitty pointed out as she watched the depressed German stare into his coffee.
He swirled the black liquid around in his mug. “Ja, I can. Because every time it’s true.”
Kitty crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the refrigerator. “So… You’ve died… Fourteen times now?”
“Twenty-three,” he corrected. He gave her a small smile. “Not that I’m counting or anything.”
“Obviously.” She walked over to the kitchen table and sat down next to him. “Kurt, if you’re so worried, why don’t you just get someone else to do it? I know Logan would love to go head to head with a bunch of new students.”
“Nein. I can’t risk them being torn to ribbons,” he responded. He sighed. “Face it, Kitty. I’m the only one who’s both frightening enough to throw them off-balance and acrobatic enough to dodge without hurting anyone.”
“I could dodge!”
“Ja, but you’re not scary,” he emphasized, sticking out his fangs and waving his tail at her.
Kitty burst out laughing. “Kurt, you look ridiculous,” she chuckled.
He laughed softly as he lowered his tail and hid his fangs behind his lips again. “Alright, maybe to you it isn’t scary… Anymore… But I know those Kinder find it terrifying,” he added, gesturing with his head towards the door. He took another sip of coffee. “Und that’s the point of the exercise, isn’t it? To get them to face fearful creatures like me with panache?”
“Well, maybe not ‘panache,’” she said. “You kind of have the market cornered on that.”
Kurt smiled and stood up, casting his chair aside with a flourish. He bowed deeply and kissed her hand. “I have no idea what you mean, Fraulein,” he teased as he straightened up. His face fell. “If only they could see that side of me rather than…”
Kitty stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Some day, they will,” she said. “Just like I did. But today, you have to be a scary monster for them.”
“Und die,” he added as he straightened out his uniform. He smiled at her. “For the twenty-fourth time.”
(via crow821)
(#00203)
For a change, it wasn’t Kurt’s fault. He had been minding his own business, chatting to the elephants in Mahout at the time.
Logan, as tour guide, was waxing lyrical about the predators when a lioness, recognizing a threat, neatly snagged his face from behind and tried to drag him inside.
Fourteen mutants unleashed their powers at once, resulting in general panic, twenty escapes, and overall mayhem.
Kurt was the one who came to the rescue, with the help of the zoo’s Auntie of the elephants. Rescuing lost children onto her back and herding the escapees into cul-de-sacs where they could at least do no further harm until the cavalry arrived.
Ironically, Logans’ lecture had been about how wild animals could not be pets. He had not counted on being Exhibit A.
Sixteen mutants, including Logan, had gone on the field trip. Fifteen were banned from ever coming back. One got a job offer.
“…as a what?”
“Apprentice keeper,” said Kurt as he brushed his face. “I don’t get it. All I said was I had experience with the circus animals and he got this look… I felt like I had parsley in my ears.“
"Do you have any idea how rare it is to find someone your age with experience in the field?” pondered Ororo. “Most kids who try to sign up for a zoo job think it’s all playing with monkeys and grooming the kitty-cats…"
“…and draw the line at sweeping up poop, ja?”
“Poop’s only the beginning,” said Ororo darkly. “I paid off my university fees working there. Many of those poor creatures are rescued from rich pet-owners who think that owning a silverback is just like owning a capuchin.“
Kurt winced.
"Exactly,” she let herself into his room and sat so she could face him. “Given the trouble with your image inducer… are you sure you want to do this?“
"Frau… The way he was so glad to see me? I think he’d hire me if I had four feet.”
It only took him three weeks to patch together the beginnings of a crowd-drawing animal act. Whether or not the zoo owner, Mr Edmunton, ever knew of Kurt’s unique appearance, the rest of the X-men never knew.
But they were allowed to attend the show in small groups. Under guard.
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I’m sorry marvel, but you suck at ending things. You always kill off the Kurts. So.. I’m ending the hellfire saga for you.
Yes. This. Very good.
Edit to add: This comic needs more notes!
The original artist is now officially my favourite person on this earth. Advance warning: I am tracking you down and following you with semi-obsessive glee.
Because this is made of awesome.
(via blithefool)
Recycled Souls
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Reincarnation v. the Evo crew.
Lost Souls
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Comicverse Kurt gets a weird one. Alas, it is just a beginning.
(#00168)
“Kurt, what are you doing?”
“Who? Me?” he quickly hid his hands behind his back. “Nothing much.”
“Isn’t that Todd’s locker?”
Kurt gained a sick and desperate grin. “Why would I be doing something to Todd Tolenski’s locker? It certainly has nothing to do with any interesting kind of prank war.”
Jean glared at him. “You do know you are trying to lie to a telepath…”
“It’s okay. I saw Onkel Wolf do this, once…”
After the smoke cleared, it was clear that it was not, as Kurt put it, okay.
*
“So how are we going to get out of this, smartyfuzz?” demanded Scott. They were both trapped by the robotic tentacle-guards in this particular simulation.
“I saw Onkel Wolf do this once…” he began squirming in some pretty peculiar ways. “I can get out…”
He also managed to leave his uniform behind.
*
“Elf…” Logan warned.
“I saw Onkel Wolf do this once,” he said, a bunch of herbs in each hand. “One of these makes a nice tea. Uh. The other one… um. How good is your healing power, Herr Logan?”
Logan glared at him. “That does it, kid. You’re banned from doing anything you saw your Onkel Wolf do…”
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Heaven, Earth and Hell
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A fanfic I did based on a fanart comic someone else did :)
(#00164)
There is a rule in classrooms all over the world. When it’s Show and Tell day, beware the kid with the cardboard box. Or the self-motive brown paper bag.
This time, it was Kurt ‘that weirdo’ Wagner with the cardboard box and the optimistic grin.
His record said he used to work in a circus, and you could believe it, the way he oversold all his presentations with carney-level breathless superlatives.
“Ladies and Gentlemen—”
“Let’s skip the preamble, Wagner.”
“Aaaww…” he sighed. “I humbly submit mein amazing discovery…” He opened the box and yelped.
The box had a hole in the bottom. A gnawed hole. A suspiciously large gnawed hole.
“Ah… heh. Um.” He quickly looked towards all the corners and under all the desks. “Has everyone had their shots?”
The class jock, Ray Billertyne, screamed like a little girl. It began a chain reaction of screaming and panic and a large hairy blur scurrying all through the class.
And Wagner trying to catch it bare-handed.
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