#risty

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[rangertycho]

[everynendo]

143a Nendoroid Risty

143b ねんどろいど リスティ 2PカラーVer.

[jan-hen]

Transformation - Shapeshifter Gun Show

Here's a transformation line art commission made for SwapperSonic1991.

Two shapeshifters decide to give their captive audience a bit of a show by transforming into buff ladies. Mystique from X-Men turns into She-Hulk, while Melona from Queen's Blade transforms into Risty.

Art by me, dialogue by SwapperSonic1991.

Feel free to check out the full resolution version on my Patreon! www.patreon.com/retrosqueeze

[sneakymystique]

“You know, if only we knew someone whose parents are gone for the night. We could throw our own party tonight.”

Mystique, having seen to it that Charles is out of the mansion, plants the idea of a party in Kitty’s head. This is a ploy to gain access to Cerebro unnoticed and copy Xavier’s files.

[dicenete]

First day of school is always the hardest. Especially when you don't know the campus. Good thing they have pamphlets with maps. Here with Risti, my Yuusona for Twisted Wonderland. :3

[marvel-television]

When you can't bond with your daughter like a normal person because of all the times you tried to kill her so you use your shapeshifting powers to pretend to be a cute british girl with dyed hair and become her best friend (and accidentally give her a lesbian awakening) instead #justgirlthings

absolutely no way this goes wrong. absolutely no way this just leads to more pain. literally the perfect plan.

[x-mensirens]

Rogue accidentally absorbs Risty AKA Mystique

[teesmosambijoos]

confession: i love you 😒

omg screenshoting this n posting it everywhere. taking a printout and framing it even

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

[cocoabubbelle]

X-Men: Evolution Headcanons

Aka: My thoughts on X-Men Evolution’s Self-Possessed Episode:

While it very well might be a coincidence, I think it’s interesting that Rogue’s mental grip on her powers started going haywire after her heart started breaking. This isn’t like when she felt betrayed by Mystique in the first season after learning the truth. This is genuine heartbreak.

Scott Summers/Cyclops

(Scogue gifs by @doortotomorrow I believe)

We see Rogue’s attraction to Scott start early—not when her powers first manifested and when Mystique manipulated scenarios to make Rogue fearful of him and the X-Men for the most part—as he continually treats her with respect and compassion, as well as her witnessing again and again his devotion to protect others and fierce loyalty to his friends.

She’s seen him on his worst days, sure, but she’s also seen him genuinely make an effort to learn his lesson and redeem himself. Also, just because he was becoming conscious of his realization of his own feelings to Jean never meant Scott ever dismissed Rogue or the rest of their friends (even though he’s apparently blind as a bat recognizing when a member of the female species finds him attractive.). He’s always shown Rogue through both his words and actions that he strongly cared for and trusted her. They’ve had moments both big and small that helped them bond and confide in one another that they didn’t tell anyone else.

Unfortunately, when Rogue finally, finally gathered the courage to be more direct with her feelings for him, she was unintentionally shut down hard when Scott casually responded to her inquiry on going to the concert with a yes: with Jean. This gives her the impression that no matter how deeply she feels for him and no matter what she does to try to convey them, she will never stand a chance at winning Scott Summer’s heart because, in Rogue’s eyes, it already belongs to Jean Grey.

Mystique/Principal Raven Darkholme/Risty Wilde

Not only does the only person outside of the X-Men she felt she had a genuine connection with turn out to be Mystique, she gains a more in-depth look at the older woman’s memories and learns the identity and motives of the latter —who, keep in mind:

1) based on what what little snips of we heard from Irene, has barely been there for Rogue’s childhood after adopting her when she was 4 years old, 2) has gaslighted her to the point of seeking her out for dependency and protection, 3) emotionally manipulated her both as a figure of authority and as a ‘fellow peer,’ 4) has resorted to physical violence and intimidation whenever Rogue showed signs of softening towards the X-Men/rebelled, both directed at those Rogue began to care for and directed at Rogue personally.

What does this tell Rogue? This tells her that the woman who was essentially supposed to be her guardian by law—who was supposed to love, care for, and PROTECT her like a mother is meant to treat their child—had more or less viewed and used her as a TOOL. Whatever what exists of Mystique’s affections towards Rogue, and as genuine she may believe them to be, her own desires took priority over Rogue’s well-being.

Again, this is probably a coincidence since Rogue stated that the personalities/memories of whoever she’s come into physical contact with were starting to overwhelm her.

However, it’s interesting that any indication of the memories/personalities being a problem for her are little to nonexistent save when she dreams about baby Kurt. They don’t actively start becoming a danger and potentially fatal problem until the first boy she’s genuinely loved as both a friend and romantic interest accidentally breaks her heart and when the woman who served as her guardian/mentor/friend with varying degrees of manipulation inadvertently* twists the knife further into Rogue’s already fragile psyche.

*I say this with skepticism because, though Mystique is Rogue’s adoptive mom and deep very deep down cares, it says a lot when she STILL puts her in physical/social/emotional situations in which the latter is not comfortable.

[ristipistoja]

hi!! i'm a novice embroiderer but i do like to dabble in cross stitch sometimes, but i've only actually completed one project. i was wondering what the backing you use in your projects is, it looks really helpful with the pre-poked dots. any other cross stitching tips would be really appreciated too if you have any!! :) (p.s i love the fire emblem three houses cross stitches they're really cute!!)

Hello! It's plastic canvas. It usually comes in size A4 sheets. I prefer 14 count but there's various sizes available! :D

For tips, I highly recommend starting with loop knot (here's how to do it) I usually leave my plastic canvas stitches open backed, which means that I have to make the backside as neat as possible. Here's example of my latest finish:

Loop knot decreases the amount of loose threads that one needs to deduce. It only works when using even number of strands tho.

I hope this was helpful and feel free to send another ask or pm me if you have questions. I'm always happy to help fellow stitchers! :)

(Thank you! I'm glad you like them!)

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

16 (Frozen/Cold) and/or 49 (lost) with Est maybe? or someone else if you'd like

(ncf adventures have been fun for, among other things, informing me Exactly how much est hates having her friends get captured. so guess what happens in this one :) also some minor gundabad spoilers about car bronach, but not really plotty ones)

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You flex your hands. Even in your thick gloves, your fingers ache. The beds of your nails must be blue with cold inside. Your carving tools are tucked away; even if you should need them now, your hands will not hold them steadily or tightly enough to do your work. You call a small flame to life, but it does nothing to drive the numbness from your hands and you let the wind snuff it out, hunching yourself into a miserable bundle outside the cave.

It’s for the best you stay out here, even if you stand out more than you would like against the white snow and dark stone. If the Sorrowglen scouts are near enough to see you through the wind-driven snow, they certainly would be near enough to hear you.

The heavy door hammered into the mouth of the cave creaks open. Lúkhag chirps a greeting at you. Aighrig grunts as the wind tries to snatch the door from her, wrestling with it one-handed until you throw your weight against the wood and slam it closed again. Aighrig huffs a quiet thanks and hauls her full pail down the slope towards the mostly-sheltered rocks where the glen-crows roost. Lúkhag hops up to your shoulder, her chirping entirely undaunted by your forbidding look. It can’t be all that imposing a look, you suppose, coming from beneath a mound of hood and scarf.

“I have nothing for you,” you say. Lúkhag chirps at you. Aighrig has not turned back to collect her wayward bat. “Ask Aighrig,” you say. Lúkhag chirps at you. “I will not stand accused of kidnapping,” you say.

Lúkhag chirps at you.

You throw your hands up, and it feels rather like trying to throw unfeeling, weighted bags around, and trudge after Aighrig, Lúkhag making some contented bat noise and trying to burrow into your scarf.

Aighrig doesn’t look up at your approach, inspecting the wing of one of the crows.

“Many of them consider him a friend, too,” she says.

“I know.”

“We do not have the strength to risk the fortress.”

“I know.” Lúkhag whines, quiet and unhappy. You turn away, glaring up the cliffs to the distant shadow of the Drearspire. “I was not asking you to.” Snow crunches as the first crow hops away and Aighrig finds another. Rescues all she had said when Soltakh had introduced you.

“Ah, you are hurt,” Aighrig says, her voice gentle and soothing and possessed of the infinite patience that always seems to be the lot of great healers. The crow squawks harshly and Lúkhag leaves her nest in your scarf to join Aighrig in a huff.

You cannot fault them their caution. It is the wiser course and you are glad, somewhere, that they have heads cool enough to heed that.

If one more person tells you to calm yourself, though, you are not certain you could stop yourself from venting your frustration on them. Hopefully you could at least do so without reaching blindly for your runestones. You had nearly done so in Lothlórien, even with the unnatural calm they tried to drape along the branches- and that was before the losses in the shadow of Methedras, before Isengard. You do not care to test your limits now.

Aighrig strangles a small sound of pain and Lúkhag chatters angrily. “I cannot help you like this,” Aighrig says severely. The crow snaps and hops away when Aighrig reaches for its wing again. You watch her settle patiently on her heels on the frozen ground, petting Lúkhag soothingly.

“I have heard some stories of him,” she says to you suddenly, not quite ignoring the nervous crow. “Soltakh did not know him long, but he said the others of the Trév Gállorg spoke well of him. He seems a good man.”

“He is,” you say softly. “He is a dear friend.” You know, you know why you cannot do as you wish here, but the necessary idleness grates on you worse with every passing day, all the more so when you have grown so used to acting on your own.

You have found you have also grown far sharper at the idea of friends in chains than you once were.

Gracelessly, you fumble a smooth carved stone from your bag and kneel beside Aighrig, offering your free hand to the crow. It eyes you suspiciously, but you do not move. It hops closer. Cocks its head at you. Pecks once, sharply, at your hand. In the same moment you release the words, and the crow squawks in a good approximation of panic as the power washes over it, easing its pain and snapping bone back into place. It hops away from you, testing its wing and watching you with great distrust.

“I suppose that works,” Aighrig says dryly. She stands, stretching her arms high above her head while Lúkhag flits around her head. “There will be news eventually,” she says gently. “Come back inside before the mountains take you.”

You cannot easily forget the swift, calculating look in Corunir’s face as his gaze moved from your eyes to your scattered rune-tools to your ears. The slam of the door or the sounds of pursuit. Stars you had been so close, both of you. Only a little more time and you would have all escaped, you and him and the great purple stone you had stolen and warded as heavily as you knew how. You had been tempted to cast it into one of the frozen-over lakes, but they are not deep, you think, and the puppet-dead the Iron Crown remnants command would care little even if they were. It sits in the back of Eiricháv now with the gear they had left behind before stealing into the tower, warded and wrapped and safe enough, you think, though it still sings faintly of compulsion if you come near enough and listen.

“Esterín.” Aighrig’s voice will brook no argument on this score.

“Very well,” you say, with less grace than is your wont, and reluctantly you follow her back to the promise of warmth in the cave.

[salmiakkisaatana]

Mäki aina vaguepostaan, mut sit ku nään jonku toisen vaguepostauksen, huolestun ja/tai tuun uteliaaks D:

miu :<

[morgansyorkie]

Nothing but back of the net

[ristineveineorzea]

Arriving at Ul'dah! Adventure awaits!

I had never rode on a carriage before. After the initial ruggedness it wasn't too bad. It was actually quite pleasant to look around you and see the landscapes go by and change into new ones. I didn't have much gil in my pockets but what my time under the tutelage of my master had left me was the skill to scavange and do some basic handicrafts. And that's how I paid for my ride. Never knew it could come as handy as this.

The last stop of the carriage was Ul'dah, the jewel of the desert. The peddler riding the same carriage was kind enough to tell me more about the city and point me at the adventurer's guild. Quick Sand it was called if I recall correctly. Even tho I wasn't too accustomed to speaking with strangers, he was a pleasant surprise. Compared to the almost identical elzen twins who travelled with us, he was quite a chatterbox.

The Brass Swords tho... They left a bad taste in my mouth. Or maybe the peddler really did smuggle illegal substances. To be fair, I didn't know him. He could have. But that was left as a mystery as this violent group of "Amal'jaa" as they were called, attacked us as we were under the inspection. I only caught glimpse of them as the Brass Swords commanded our rider to get to safety.

He said his name was Brendt and he did ask my name. But before I could answer he said he would rather learn it through my deeds. How much faith he has for me. That is peculiar, if you ask me.

And what was up with that weird dream I had.... Aether changes must really be messing with my head...

Any how I visited Momodi at the Quick Sand. A pleasant little lalafel lady. Or is it offensive to call lalafels small... I probably should ask one them if I befriend a lalafel in the future. She told me to know the city and look for minial tasks as for work. Run small errands for people to earn gil. Oh, and yes, she pointed me to the Thaumaturgy Guild. What a convinient thing! I would love to learn to do greater magics. AND BOOKS! I hope they have books.

The brothers who ran the guild were... well... peculiar to say the least. Should I trust them? Probably not. Or maybe this is a test? Well... I will give them a chance. They told me to go and show my talent in aether manipulation. Well sure, why not.

Everywhere I went, the city seemed buzzling and busy. People selling things, running their errands and living their lives. Some good and some bad. Some wealthy and some poor. Very poor. The city itself was beautiful in architectural standpoint. I had never seen buildings tall as these, stone warm in color against the sunbeams. Dust falling softly in the rays of the sun. It was mesmerizing...

I found enough tasks to earn myself some gil. Putting up posters for the Gladiator Guild, asking people's opinions on colors in fashion and delivering experimental medicine to the poor at the Pearl Lane... A weird way to call a poor district. Also... This Yellow Moon lass seems very popular. For some reason. Maybe I should keep that name in mind?

Once I had enough money, I would buy myself a small snack before I head outside of Ul'dah to hunt down some creatures and their hides. A pouch of raisins. I had never been too fond of dried fruits but they were the cheapest option for now.

Oh yes. I did get lost in the city too. ... It is so hard to navigate here. You don't even see the sky half of the time. How do people manage here is beyond me...

Because of this, it was very refreshing to step out of the city to Thanalan. Of course, it is very different from my usual surroundings of snowy mountain forests, but... seeing the sky makes me relax more. And to get fresh up my memory in the art of thaumaturgy. Ah, how I felt in my element when I took the scepter in my hand and conjured the fire and ice to dance in my hands.

They didn't warn me of the first after effects of the use of "Return" for the big Aetheryte... Hello again, raisins...

Once I had recovered from the unfortunate aftereffects of the return teleportation, I returned to the Thaumaturgy guild. They seemed happy about my skill level and decided to take me under their tutelage whatever that meant. Really. They gave me a dried stinky fish to lure some monsters out.... It was evening! I had to walk around with a smelly fish. IN THE DESERT HEAT. Okay it wasn't that hot in the evening, but still. And sure, the smell would probably be worse if the fish was a fresh one. I still wasn't happy about the smell.

They also gave me a taste of a book called The Tome of Thaumaturgy: The Yawning Abyss. Written by a renowned thaumaturge Zozomaya. I should look it up and read it. It sounds interesting!

At the end of the day, I chose to retire at the Quick Sand and speak with Momodi. She seemed pleased with my first steps in Ul'dah and suggested that I would look for Papashan. I shall do that the first thing in the morning.

Some people who I ran errands for were nice enough to give me new clothes and gear. ... The hat is okay. Not my color but okay. There enough space for my ears. But the mittens... The oversized oven mittens. Horrible. Clumsy. They make my hands sweaty...