#also i was today years old when I found out nightcrawler is covered in blue fur...like what????

[inesvazquezart]

Behold the blue elf...Also finished x-men 97 it was a nostalgia tsunami in best possible way

[djinmer4]

The Clone (Church AU)

Evan stopped crying when he heard the knock on his door.  As part of his recent ‘enlistment’ with the Church of Our Savior, Evan had been granted the rank of Acolyte and the right to a private cell rather than having to sleep in the dormitories with the lower level clergy.  This had proven a boon with all the shock and surprises that had been hitting him this past year.

He carefully scrubbed his eyes and washed his face in the basin of water on his night table.  “Come in.”

The door swung open and Abbess Pryde was standing there.  She looked at his red eyes and hesitated.  “Evan, I wanted to talk to you about today, but if you need some time alone, we can do this later or even tomorrow.”

“No, it’s fine Abbess.  I . . . I’d actually like to talk about today.”  Abbess Pryde was easy to talk to.  She was very approachable and actually listened to you.  Which is more than he could say for the man he spoke to today.

The abbess closed the door behind her and sat on the lone chair.  “I heard you had your career counsel meeting today.”

“Yeah, I did.  With Karcist-” Suddenly Evan remembered some of the rumors that surrounded the Abbess.  “Karcist Szardos.”

“And how did the interview go?”

“It was great.  Karcist Szardos was very supportive and had a lot of good ideas for my future in the Church.”  The older woman gave him a penetrating look.  Evan had the feeling she wasn’t buying his lies.

“Acolyte Genesis, would it help if I put this conversation under the seal of the confessional?  I can assure you that I won’t report what we say to the Karcist unless anything you tell me shows that you or someone else will be in imminent danger.”

Evan hesitated.  Everyone knew that the Abbess was the Karcist’s long-term mistress.  But the incident where he’d demanded that she reveal something told to her under the confessional seal and she’d refused was also pretty famous too.  He decided it was worth taking a shot.  He needed to talk to someone about this, if he bottled it up he might go insane.  The blue boy nodded.

“Alright then.  From here on out, everything you say will just be between you, me and God.  Unless you confess to planning to stab someone within the next week, okay?”

The weak joke managed to draw a smile from Evan.  Then he launched into his complaint.  “The Karcist was everything I said.  He had grand plans for my future, like me rising through the ranks to eventually become Pope.  Or joining the next crusade against the African Union or against Ultramar.  Or working on my powers to become the next Oracle of the Church.”

“And that’s not what you want.”

“No, it isn’t.  Up until a few months ago, I thought I was a normal kid in France with a normal future.  My parents did mention thinking that the Church was a good opportunity for me, but that was just one option.  And it wasn’t something I needed to do right away, I still had years before I had to make up my mind.  Now my parents are dead, I’m trapped here and all Karcist Szardos wants to do is push me into the spotlight!”  To his dismay, he was crying again and couldn’t seem to stop.

The abbess rubbed his back and whispered soothing words that he was in no condition to translate.  He didn’t know how long it took before he had cried himself out, but she stayed with him and didn’t complain when he sullied her habit with his tears and snot.  Once he had calmed down, she helped him wash his face and blow his nose.  She also took off her outer robe and draped it over a chair, revealing a far lusher figure than Evan had expected of such a respectable personage.

“I’m not surprised to hear that.  The Karcist is a very ambitious person, and that ambition tends to extend to his family and the people he likes, which includes you.”

“He doesn’t like me for me.  He likes the fact that his project to clone the Messiah was so successful.”

“That’s probably true.  But never the less, it does mean that he’s going to take a personal interest in your life here in the cloister.  However, you don’t have to take the paths he’s laid out for you if you want something different.  The Karcist is very hard to say no to, I should know from experience.  But it can be done, especially if other people, such as myself and Father Freedom Fighter, are willing to back you up.”

Evan thought about it.  “So that means I don’t have to do anything of those things if I hate them?”

“You don’t,” she agreed.  “Evan, I don’t think the Karcist really gave you any time to talk about your own goals.  Is there anything you really want to do in particular?  Or would you just like more time to consider it for now?”

“I don’t want to be like the original En Sabah Nur.  I know he was a hero, but I want to be my own person.”  After that statement though, his shoulders hunched in and Evan collapsed into himself.  “I don’t really know what I want, other than just to leave the Church and go home.”

She rubbed his back.  It wasn’t what his mother would have done but the sentiment was nice.  “I’m afraid that’s the one thing you can’t do.  The Church can do a lot of things but we can’t bring back the dead.  And I’m sure your parents wouldn’t want you to struggle alone during this.”

“But do I have to stay with the Church?  Here, everyone sees me as Genesis, the clone of the Messiah.  At least outside the cloister, people won’t have these grand expectations for me.”

“I can talk Kurt around many things but that’s the one thing he won’t budge on.  Evan, it would be better for you to try and find a role that suits you in the Church rather than leave.  That’s the one thing that’s guaranteed to bring the wrath of the entire Inquisition on you.”

“This place is like a prison.”

“I thought the exact same thing when I was your age.  Sometimes, I still do.”  She stood up.  Apparently, the conversation was over.  “You seem very tired.  If you want, I can have the cafeteria send up some food and you can take the evening off rather than having to face everyone at dinner.”

“Thank you, Abbess Pryde.  I really appreciate that.”

She hesitated.  “Is there anyone you want to talk to?  Or would you rather be alone.”

“Alone, please.”

“Alright then.  I’ll also talk to the Karcist.  We can table your career choice for another year and let you get used to things.  If you see anything you might want to consider, talk to me and I’ll arrange an internship for you.”  With that, she gathered her habit and swept out of the room.

Evan fell back on his bed.  She was right; he felt exhausted.  But lighter somehow.  Even if the Abbess couldn’t fix everything, just talking to her had eased some of the nervousness and fear that had been building.  He couldn’t imagine doing that with Karcist Nightcrawler.

Although he really wanted to ask her why she still felt the Church was a prison.

“-looked over his preliminary scores.  Genesis’s potential is off the charts.  Even if we never do this project again, just the possibilities that are open to him are astounding.”  Katie nodded, but let Kurt ramble on and on.  She was going to have to put a hard stop to his ideas but it was easier to do that if he’d had a chance to build all his castles in the air first.  This way she’d know what to look out for.

Warm velvet covered her naked back.  Three-fingered hands combed through her hair and then he kissed her on the lobe of her ear.  “I heard you had a chance to speak with Evan after my interview with him.  Did he tell you anything?  He was very quiet with me; I think he might have been overwhelmed.”

“He did.”  She rolled over in his embrace to look at him.  From the neck down, the years had been very kind to him.  At fifty-two, he had the body of a man two decades younger, still strong and flexible as ever.  Unfortunately, his hair and turned completely white and his craggy features and thin face added a decade to his appearance.  Still, Katie knew there were hundreds of women, both within the veil and outside it, who would do anything to be in her position.  “I think your right.  He said he found you intimidating.”

Kurt scoffed.  “Please, I crumple whenever our kids cry over anything.  If it wasn’t for you, they’d be completely spoiled.”

“They’re afraid of disappointing you.  And Evan doesn’t know you at all, so there’s that.”

The Karcist sighed.  “I’m sorry his transition was so traumatic.  The original idea was for him to grow up with Fantomex and Betsy as a normal child, then induct him into the church at sixteen.  Those terrorists put paid to that plan and it’s just not safe for him outside the cloister anymore.”

“That’s the fault of those ‘Friends of Humanity’ terrorists and the blame lies on them, not you or anyone else in the Church.”

“I know.”  The conversation paused then resumed.  “Did he tell you anything else?”

“You do know that most of what we said was under the seal of confession.”  Kurt clicked his tongue against his fangs.  “Not again!  Can’t you at least give me some hints?”

“Some, maybe.  We really scheduled this too early.  He hasn’t adapted to his new environment yet and is really not in any shape to be making career decisions.”

“Es tut mir lied.  But it’s hard to get away from London.  If I didn’t come now, I probably wouldn’t be able to get away for another year.  And he wasn’t the only reason I came.  I desperately wanted to see you again.  Are you sure you don’t want to join my entourage in London?”

She gently stroked his fur, going with the grain.  “I like my role here.  I don’t think I’d like any job that you could give me in London.  Save those positions for Nocturne and Eidelweiss.  And maybe Theodore when he gets old enough.”

The indigo man sighed but didn’t argue.  They’d fought about it before and the pain of that initial separation still hurt.  “Anyway, it’s fine.  I think it will take another year before Evan’s fully settled in.  You can come back then and discuss it some more.”

“But did he like any of my ideas?  I couldn’t tell if he actually thought they were good or if he was just humoring me.”

“Honestly, I think they didn’t fit him very well.  He didn’t raise any specific objections but he seems to find the spotlight very stressful.  He may change his mind in a year but for now, it might be better to expose him to quieter, less people-oriented fields.  Archiving and library services come to mind.”

“Another one for your IT then.  I can’t say I’m not disappointed but if that’s what he wants, we can accommodate that.”

“Now don’t be that way.  You’ve picked out plenty of good people over the years.  Bogatir is now the premier painter of the Church, a modern day Michaelangelo.  And Bluebelle is rapidly rising through the ranks too.  If she was outside the veil, she’d be a rock star of some sort.”

“I don’t think it matches the number of underachievers I’ve also tried to encourage.  Nocturne doesn’t seem to want to move beyond being someone’s assistant.  Damien could do great things against Ultramar, but chooses to stay on the Southern Front instead.  I thought Michael was ambitious like me, but after he fathered his five children, he’s stayed here as the head of St. Xavier’s IT.  I mean, I’m glad they’re all happy with the lives they’ve chosen, but it seems odd that they’re satisfied with what they have when they could have been so much more.”

“Are you including me in that category?”

He winced.  “Maybe?  I dreamed that you’d be right beside me while I climbed the ranks of Hierarchy.  Now I’m a Karcist and head of the Inquisition and one of the top five most powerful people in the Church.  And your still here at St. Xavier’s.”

“Kurt . . . “ He never did seem to understand why so many of his proteges and children preferred to stay in the background.  She stretched up to kiss him and end the argument.  Fighting about it wouldn’t help her get Evan what he wanted.  “You just have the bad luck to be surrounded by introverts, that’s all.  Besides, Theodore might follow in your footsteps still.”  She didn’t mention that many of them were like that because of him.  He wouldn’t believe her anyway.

“I suppose.  But back to Evan.  I can come back in a year to interview him again after you think he’s settled down.  Were there any paths he wanted to know more about?”

“Not really.  He hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.  All he really wanted to do was go home.”  Kurt stilled, and she realized she had spoken one sentence too many.

“The Council of Karcists will not approve of the Second Coming of our Lord choosing to leave the institute that he founded.  Now that we’ve seen that En Nur Sabah can be successfully cloned, we don’t need to force Evan to any particular path.  But he will remain within the cloister, one way or another.”  It was chilling how calm he was about the whole thing.

Katie tried to backtrack.  “He didn’t mean it like that, Kurt.  It was just that he misses his parents very much and wishes he could see them again.”

“Oh, that’s more understandable.”  The chill in the room dispersed and she felt like she could breathe again.  “I don’t actually miss Margali or Stefan or Jimaine that much but I remember how hard Talia took Wanda’s leaving and how homesick you were for the first year.”  He pulled her close and rested his head on her curls.  “In fact, maybe we should reach out to him in a greater manner.  You can do a great deal as the Abbess, but I’d be able to intervene a bit more if we actually adopted Evan.  Do you think he would like that?”

Katie was pretty sure that Evan would find that idea horrifying but that would not be the right thing to say at this point.  “I’ll bring it up with him.”

“Hmm.”  Kurt’s breathing deepened as he drifted off to sleep.  But Katie was awake long after that, thinking . . . doubting . . . 

[kurtty-drabbles]

lovesick au(part 4)

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336 @sailorstar9

N/A: I did make a sketch for this one, let´s see if is good or not.

The port city is in euphoria as today is the day to celebrate the wonder that the ocean, the water can give, many ornaments are in the sight as the people enjoy the holiday and show respect towards their God, Dagon,  and the herald s are throwing petals in the streets as they stop on the nicest house on the city.

A girl wearing a white dress with a flower crown on her head and a frown on her chubby face, and, her parents are wearing similar outfits, except the flower crown. The only female herald, an attractive woman with red hair and blue eyes, speaks with joy that is shared in her body language.

“Little one, is time to give thanks to the ocean” the herald speaks and offer her hand to Kitty, in the feeble and delusional idea that Kitty Pryde, 11 years old, would take. Reality was not kind as the smile dies on her lips. “Little one, the ocean is waiting for you”

Kitty looks bitterly at the ocean, always, always and always looking at her. “Why? the ocean won´t gain legs and leave us” and crosses her arms.

“Lady Zaorva please” the woman and soon realizes the mistake she did as she covers her mouth, Kitty would like to ask what the name Zaorva even means, but, the ocean does not care for her questions.

Dagon himself appears as wearing a handsome form, everyone in the city is the epitome of handsome and Kitty hate them.  The God looks at his herald as she gulps nervously knowing she makes a mistake.

“Kitty, what my foolish herald speaks” Kitty now takes the woman´s hand as feeling and knowing what the God does to those who he refers to foolish “I´m your little doll, and you want to make me safe, so, don´t hurt she” Kitty replied.

Dagon smiles and nods “of course, little one, now come to me, Kitty, we need to say our prays together for the ocean” Dagon smiles and Kitty shakes her head “Well, is a pity, do you know that water is vital to humans, and that humans are 80% water?”

Then Dagon, using his “human” hand, squeeze hard and Cameron is gasping for air and Terry is screaming. Kitty is scared and looking at him. Cameron is a special member of his cult.

“Stop, I´ll go, leave him alone, you bully” Kitty speaks with tears in her eyes and Cameron is now breathing normally.

In the shore of the ocean, Kitty, aside from being the only child, is the only shaking and with Dagon on her side.

“I want to cure you of your fear, you do know...life starts with the ocean” Dagon speaks in a sugar tone and then asks for Kitty to go fish for him. Kitty refuses, and Dagon replied/reminder her again how her father is in his cult and how Dagon is doing everything to protect her.

“Protect me?” Kitty looks mad as a small child can be and breaking her own rule uses her power to divide part of the ocean, a small part and throw the random fish on his face. “There is your fish”

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Her temporary new room is somewhat equal to her old room, in the sense both are big and luxurious, yet, unlike her old room, she feels safer here. Kitty feels safer here and is exploring her powers, Dagon often puts limitations, especially after the “throw a fish on his face” incident and Kitty is split, for one hand, she wants to explore her power...on the other hand, she feels this is not a natural mutant power(could it be that Dagon is right?)

“NO!” Kitty shouts and attracts the attention of Ororo. The Egyptian woman was passing by and notices Kitty in distress.

“Kitten, wanna talk?” Ororo offers and Kitty nods, to her surprise Rogue was there as well, she wanted to talk with Ororo about the new tests on the Danger Room.

“I was raised to believe that my powers, my life is meant to be protected and evil things are after me...and I can´t help…” Kitty can´t finish the line and is no need.

“If your powers are dangerous as he made out to be?” Ororo speaks and Kitty nods, the woman shares her tale in Cairo, how her powers made people see her as a God, yet, she wasn´t one...She mentioned her encounter with extremist that feared her and mentioned her encounter with the cult of the black pharaoh “and after all that cult talk, is a strange tale I´m on the Zaorva´s cult”

“That name again” Kitty mutters and Rogue reveals her story and how she was put in the cult, the herald Venus(“strange woman, that one, even for alien´s standers”) take her from a sub-cult that sacrifice children to Zaorva and how this is dumb, zaorva is the goodness of creation, why she would want dead kids?

“What we are trying to say, Kitten is that this power, is yours and as much you think you can´t control it, that is dangerous, it is not, You are in control and you can control” Ororo explained and Kitty nods feeling a little better.

“Yeah, Sugah, I have a pretty dangerous power too, but I can control it” Rogue proves by taking her glove out and touching Kitty´s hand. The gothic woman has great control on her power, but, for a split of a second, she swears she was touching a tentacle.

“Thank you, I need to hear that, also, I want to stay here, so, I´ll have a word with Nightcrawler” Kitty look at the two women and knows that they have no clue what he is (why he´s not mutating them?)

Kitty, once the women, leave the room, let sleep claims her as she wants to sleep, her lucid dreams often give her ideas and maybe he´ll show up there.

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This is a better temple, I can´t help to admire the glass, not this mask, I like when humans are creative, even in such harsh environment they still can create wonderful things, how amusing.

Venus enters the temple, without the proper ceremony, but she did bow with a huge smile on her face, bring a man along with her. She looks like an excited puppy.

“My lady, I finally caught the thief” I almost ask what she meant, but, I know and I found amusing she is going to such lengths to catch this man for me, well, I suppose she´s my favourite for several reasons(and her bad love advices are unique too)

“It was a difficult task” My expression give away and my herald amends “Oh, no need to be modest, it was awesome, I defeat him using my power and a bit of my brain, oh, but this is not about me being awesome, this is about the thief” and using her cobras of fire(it was cobras of fire or sand cobra)

“You are the God of forgiveness” the man speaks to me and Venus beat him up, man? I look at my reflection now noticing I was indeed a male. “Why this matter for you?”

“It was my bracelet made by someone I love very much” I replied and gives attention to Venus “I´m not in the mood to eat a thief, and I know you want to throw him in that Vulcan you made and live, very well, punish him and I shall eat his soul later, now, give me the bracelet”

I could catch the bracelet myself, but, again, Venus offers herself to me to do this task. The man is screaming obscenities and I wonder why humans still?

(is because is shiny, my other half)

“Oh, you, always here even when you aren´t here, still, risk his life for a shiny thing is odd”

(Humans are odd)

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“Nightcrawler? Are here?” she asked and only phases through the door once God invites her in. Still, with the mask of blue and furry, Kitty is confident to speak to this deity.

“Ah, you came here” his smile dies a little “still afraid of me?”

“Still unsure of lots of things in my life, but, the thing I crave the most is control, if I´m the favourite of the gods for whatever reason, I´ll use this, Nightcrawler, if you want to be my friend and talk, we need to have some rules” Kitty speaks and Nightcrawler nods.

“No eyes on me” Nightcrawler never did that, Dagon did all the time “ or mutation to any X-men” he pouts but agrees. “you can only enter in my mind if I let you in and please, don´t go mentally torturing the X-men”

“And do you still think I will hurt you?”

“The worst thing you can do is eat me and that wouldn´t be the worst thing Dagon has done to me”

Nightcrawler´s eyes are in a red and golden as his mask is cracking. “should I ask what he did?” his voice is in a mix of human and non-human.

“Another time, now, I want information, I have a plan to save my parents and I would like your help” Nightcrawler nods once his mask is in place and his eyes just in the golden hue.