#we'll see how i feel about it in the morning

[bamfaholic]

A Letter from Kurt... Dated November 6th, 2024

Summary: letter written to the reader by Kurt Wagner after the 2024 election results. Hurt/comfort fic

A/N: I think we could all use comfort here. This idea came to me this morning. If you voted Trump or support Trump fucking block me this goddamn instant I do not tolerate your vile hatred here.

How insane is this concept at all, nightcrawler and Trump shouldn't really mix

A letter is delivered to your quarters within the mansion, addressed with your full name. The script is neat, flowy, and beautiful. You recognize the handwriting to be none other than Kurt Wagner. There is no return address. The X-Men have been on a mission in Ukraine for months now, including Kurt. You had been so anxiously awaiting his return. You hastily tear into the envelope, devouring it's contents.

Mein liebling,

I have heard the news. My hand shakes as I write this, unsure of what to say. I cannot believe Americans, our fellow people, voted for such vile hatred. I knew they hated our kind, but I never knew the sheer wrath they had for one another. Do they know what they've done? Do the mutants who backed that man know what they've done?

I've only known for the past two hours. It is late here. The sun sleeps, but I cannot. I lie awake thinking about you, the children, anyone this will gravely endanger. It is not new for us to be hunted, to be cast out, but now there are millions more who must walk the same path as we.

Charles has already requested some of us return, including me. It is spreading us thin. Too much is happening in the world for us to defeat at once. However, a mutant sanctuary is necessary. What fight is there if mutant-kind vanishes?

This is why... I urge you. I urge you to fight. You must keep fighting.

I am trying not to lament or drown you in my sorrows, but I feel lost. I feel as if God has abandoned me in utter darkness. Such darkness that even I, Nightcrawler, cannot see through.

History often repeats itself, and I think me of all people should know what is coming. I am afraid.

It appears as if the ink has been smeared. The paper is warped, like it had been wet.

I am afraid, liebling. Our future is uncertain. I know that is not new for us, but now they can be vocal in their disdain. Logan says the writing is on the wall. The entire military can be weaponized now. Our right to live, to breathe, to contest these wicked views, is in danger.

We will be under the "guidance" of a hateful monster. I do not use the term lightly, but I fear that he may truly be a demon from Hell. He is everything wicked with the world. This cheater, bigot, Godless man deserves none of this. None of this rejoicing, praise, power. I swear to you I will not rest in making this right, or I will die trying. You will be safe.

We are not the only ones, not any longer.

I sense the mansion may soon take in thousands, if not more. We'll have to expand and protect our brethren. I have faith we will make it through; that we will make this right. I am certain of it.

If God has drenched us in darkness, then I know that He will also lead us into the light. For they are one and the same: without light there cannot be darkness, and without darkness there cannot be light.

I anxiously await our reunion. Mien schatz, please wait for me.

Signed forever yours,

Kurt Wagner.

[offsidekineticist]

Me: I'm going to have to hammer out the details of the folktale the next part of my fic hinges on.

2am brain: Ugh, but that's haaaaaaaaaard. We should write a Shakespearean sonnet instead.

2am me: [sincerely, while googling a refresher on sonnet structure] oh yeah that's gonna be so much easier than writing it out in prose, good thinking!

[blaackbiird]

You know it might be fun to do an ask blog for Kazza....

[egginfroggin]

So I was tired and looking at TloZ videos and my FFCC-riddled brain came to the horrible, spontaneous conclusion that due to the combination of

physical prowess

skill with weapons

emphasis on power

and

status as a redhead,

Ganondorf would conceivably be a Lilty in such a hypothetical (cursed) crossover/au.

This also means that, unless we're pulling from Crystal Bearers, he has gone from being one of the tallest members of the cast to being approximately 4-foot-handful-of-inches -- not including the sprouts -- with a chronic babyface.

(As an aside, though, I do realize that, counting tribal lore and context, he would probably be a Yuke or a Selkie.)

(The Gerudo were pushed out of their desert and either all slaughtered or forced to move countries/continents entirely. The Yukes fought a war with the Lilties that resulted in them losing their Crystal and quite literally being forced into another dimension entirely lest they face genocide by the time of Crystal Bearers, while the Selkies are a tribe of thieves scorned by everyone else and possibly chased off to a distant desert island.)

(Counting Crystal Bearers, the Gerudo are most similar to the Yukes; prior to Crystal Bearers and whatever war caused the Yukes' flight into their literally otherworldly city, the Gerudo match up best with the Selkies.)

(But now I'm toeing the line of taking this AU seriously, and that's a dangerous line to be toeing.)

[noonaracha]

S-CLASS :: VMAs 2023

[27dragons]

How It's Going

Thing2: How's the election going?

Me: Not great. But it's early.

Thing2: *peers over my shoulder at the computer* Red wave. That's all it is.

Me: I hope.

Thing2: Why are there bottle of alcohol on the counter?

Me: Because it's election night.

Thing2: Fair enough.

[peoplepersonoaktree]

I don't like this, but maybe someone else might.

trying to practice anatomy and shading/lighting, because I'm struggling-

It's freaking 2 am maybe I'll like it more in the morning

[spaghett-onaplate]

depression is really weird actually wdym i spent 2.5 years of my life in bed

[sunsetofdoom]

AGAIN WITH THE FINGERSMITH AU. I missed last week on purpose, to give you all a break. Not because I forgot or anything.

Squinting, Blitzo caught sight of Stolas; he was nudging his way around a tall fern, brushing it with a hand like it was a beloved pet. A book was in his hand, and he knelt down, a little ways past the fountain, to place it reverently on a little desk; he opened it to a page, laid it flat, and drew out a line of those same silk-covered beads that Blitzo had found in his bedside table. He laid them down on top of the open book, marking the page and keeping it open. “One hundred and twenty?” A new voice asked, a hulking shadow on the far side of the room that Blitzo had taken for a closet door. “Twenty-three, is the act we were referencing, Father,” Stolas said. He drew one finger down the page- one black finger, one ungloved finger. Blitzo almost gasped; it was worse than seeing him naked. “Wherein-” He glanced up, saw Blitzo. All four of his eyes widened. Thinking he was about to be summoned, Blitzo scampered into the room. The opening hallway was just a long line of bookshelves, with the fake garden and the desks beyond; he waved nervously to Stolas, just to make sure.  “What is-” The King turned sharply as the tapping of Blitzo’s footsteps echoed through the library. “You!” He boomed. “The finger! The finger!” On a good day, Blitzo would have said he’d flip the guy the bird and leave; but he didn’t. His tail tucked between his legs and he froze. He had no idea what was going on. Stolas rose and crossed the false garden, the little library, with enormous steps on his big graceful legs. He was at Blitzo’s side in what felt like a heartbeat. “Here,” he said quietly. “Here. This. He only means-” And he gestured downwards. There was a pointing finger, cast in bronze, about three feet back. Stolas put his hands on Blitzo’s shoulders and gently ushered him backwards, until he was behind the pointer. “That finger marks the bounds of knowledge here!” The King- the king? probably? shouted, sitting reclined in his enormous chair. “No servants are permitted! Stolas, tell this little-” “I will, Father,” Stolas interrupted, and Blitzo realized with a rush of mortification that he was tucked behind the Prince like he was a shield. “My valet has come to fetch me. It’s one o’clock.” “Oh.” The King quieted immediately. “Is it?” “It is.” “Hm,” the enormous man hummed, and went right back to the book in front of him, his ink-spattered desk. “You have my permission to go.”

Tagging @nyxofdemons, @goddessofcoloredpencils, an @hazbin-helluva-itch; thanks to @man--eater for the tag!

[technofinch]

Fascinated by this new thing my hair is doing where my bangs are curly but nothing else is

[icantalk710]

Tried out a closer gym in the Upper West Side for the first time for funsies/bc it was getting late, and it wasn't too shabby (small locker room tho for being a two-floorer), though despite it being leg day my chest apparently wanted to chest 😳

[iridescentoracle]

yes it's 1:47am on a friday and i am thinking about girl genius instead of going to bed

i cannot stop thinking about the theoretical possibility of a twin reveal happening in skifander. like i know we just had that light tease on monday of a maybe-reveal but i'll believe it when i see it and also i think a skifander reveal actually has an even higher chaos potential. i have like five different half-formed reveal scenarios floating around in my head right now and at least two of them involve someone actively trying to murder gil but i think my favorite at this exact moment is the idea of zeetha introducing everyone to her mom & company, with gil somewhere in the middle. zantabraxus spends the rest of the introductions being Very Normal And Polite To The Visitors and absolutely not doing anything to let on to anyone around her that she has any particular interest in gil.

at the earliest opportunity that won't draw attention she asks zeetha to bring gil (SUBTLY) to zanta's chambers/whatever so the three of them can have a nice private talk. gil's response is "oh so she does want me dead then" because he has in fact been getting some extremely weird and very intense vibes off her this whole time and he's known for ages his dad was obviously wrong about zeetha wanting him dead but he generally didn't get ideas like that out of nowhere so uhhhh Weird Intense Vibes zeetha's mom is pretending aren't there = she's the one klaus thought might intend to murder gil for some reason??

zeetha naturally laughs that off and drags him to meet zanta properly. the vibes remain Weird and Intense for about fifteen seconds as she just kind of stares at him silently for a minute before abruptly hugging him and saying something about how much she's missed him and how he's grown up so well and etc etc etc

gil, very confused, trying not to reflexively judo-flip a queen: zeetha, fully delighted by just how right she was continuing to Not Tell Him was absolutely the funniest option: [after a minute] zanta (realizing something is Up here and letting go of gil): …zeetha zanta: you did tell your brother what he was walking into and how skifander feels about twins before you brought him home, right? zeetha, cheerfully: nope! gil: her WHAT—

[birkholtz]

It makes me so sad that so many people's first anime these days is some dumb mainstream action-demon-killing-magic-explosion whatever. everyone's first anime should be an over the top emotional dramatic sports anime where teammates are telling each other how much they love each other and want to keep doing Sport together forever because Sport is a metaphor for LOVE and FRIENDSHIP and yes absolutely some of these teammates kiss each other when the cameras aren't rolling but what's most important is everyone loves Sport so so much and loves their teammates even more

[orcelito]

As for my post this morning. If anyone was worried. Me personally I'm okay (I guess) but my dad's in the hospital and things r still very up in the air. So.

[verygaypurplething]

rotef kins william Afton/hj

[britneyshakespeare]

Also wasn't the 2020 election so miserable with how we were all waiting for results for literal fucking days??? Oh my God...