Nightcrawler

Independant, non-selective Nightcrawler RP Blog Canon and OC friendly Cross-over and AU friendly Primary verse: X-Men Apocalypse Secondary verse: X-Men Evolution

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     warren worthington iii    .    kitty pryde    .   kurt wagner

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                                            myles     .    ashleigh       .   leah

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displaced-twins:

Nineteen watches the interaction between Kitty and Kurt. She observes her primary donor’s emotional reactions. They seem to shift rapidly. If she was to label the emotions she would guess they were first panic then relief, then confusion. At least she assumes those were the emotions he was experiencing. Kitty Pryde on the other hand seems to express a sort of annoyance yet she also seems amused concerning her primary donor. She lacks any emotional response that would show that Kurt’s behavior is troubling. Perhaps this in normal? Nineteen finds that to be strange but does not let it concern her. A moment later Kurt is leaving. She focuses on Kitty. According to her, Kurt use to not be under much stress apparently. However now he is more vulnerable to stress. How did this change occur? “I would be interested in any materials you are willing to advise me to look over. I do not understand the term homework however. Could you explain that term?” Nineteen asks as she follows Kitty into the library. She looks around at the shelves of books and various other materials. This looks like it will fulfill her needs. Except for one. There was one topic that she knows she will not find any materials on. No, her main source to obtain that information is standing next to her.  

“Kitty, you have familiar knowledge on both my donors, do you not? Perhaps you could provide me with some information? You mentioned that Kurt used to be as you worded it, laid back. I assume he has gone through a change in personality? How did this occur? Could it be in relation to Todd Tolansky, my secondary donor? I observe that he quickly becomes emotionally upset when there appears to be a threat to Mr.Tolansky. Even though Mr.Tolansky is damaged he does not hold any desire for Mr. Tolansky to be terminated. Could you explain this as well?” Nineteen questions.

Kitty began walking around, selecting books off shelves here and there. She had to get the ladder for a couple of the more valuable books. It was while she was on said ladder that Nineteen asked for an explanation.

“Oh, homework is... um...” How was she supposed to explain it to someone that had never been to school? “Like... study you do yourself, instead of getting someone to teach you, I guess? Our teachers give it to us so we can do it at home. Since, like, apparently eight hours a day of school isn’t enough.” There was more than a little sarcasm in that last part, but she shook it off as she climbed down and added The Iliad to the pile... then shifted it to the bottom of the pile. Modern stuff first.

When the next question came, she did stop. The girl seemed to think on it for a moment. With a sigh, she put the book she was holding down and turned towards Nineteen. “Listen, Nineteen, there’s... there’s a lot that’s happened in the last few years. And... well, you just got here. I don’t think it would be, like, fair on Kurt if I told you everything. All you have to know is that Todd is very special to Kurt. He’d do anything to protect him. Believe me, I’ve seen it...” She tried not to get too caught up in her own emotion at that particular situation. Back when things were back, Kurt had even lashed out at her. It felt like she’d lost her best friend. 

She shook her head and tried for a smile, though it turned out rather sad, as she picked up that book again and added it to the pile. “Anyway! Enough of the doom and gloom, huh? Go ahead and give these a read. Once you’re, like, halfway through, let me know and I’ll show you how to put a movie on, ‘kay?”

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🦇 -for hafi (can i get this in reverse tho cause your tags make me crave a bat kurt. also if it could be xmcu that would be gr9)

This was bad. This was very, very bad. Why was this a good idea? He thought he could just grab some shelter from the rain. He was tired, way too tired to transform. He was soaking wet. He was hungry. And now, he was panicking. He hadn’t meant to get shut into this human house! He had thought, if he stayed hidden by the window, he could fly out before anyone attempted to close it! But… he’d fallen asleep. 

The slam of the window shutting jolted him out of sleep and Kurt squeaked in alarm, flapping madly to get away from whatever the loud noise was. Instead of open sky, he slammed head-first into something hard, which in turn sent tumbling into what could only be a wall. The sound of rain on tin was messing with his echolocation, and Kurt was sent flying every which way, just trying to figure out somewhere to land and get his bearings! The more he blindly crashed into walls and furniture, the more panicked he became. 

Finally, he found himself clinging to what felt like a chair of some sort, perhaps a couch, panting so hard it heaved his entire small body. Small ears swiveled this way and that. The claws on his thumbs dug into the fabric, too scared to let go.

That is, until he heard movement. He could see it, too. A large figure. Another rush of panic and he tried to take off, only to be yanked out of his take-off by the claw still stuck in the couch fabric. He couldn’t get it out! 

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i-dont-bite:

Hafi rushed after the stranger and slammed the door behind him. He pressed his back against the door, half expecting him to come running back and starting to pound against the wood to get back inside. Come back and attack him or kill him or something else terrible. Though after a few minutes of hearing nothing but the rain outside Hafliði came to the realization that he wasn’t coming back. 

He locked the door, waited, slowly stepped away from it, waited, and finally he let himself relax. He stumbled into the living room and fell on the couch, his arm draped over his eyes as he let out the longest sigh. Soon Dúlla came to join him, laying on his stomach. Hafi’s free hand went to pet her head. 

“It’s okay, Dúlla. It’s gone. That was a rush, huh?” He asked, his voice shaking ever so slightly with the adrenaline coursing through his veins. That was terrible, absolutely horrible. Hopefully the guy just went far, far away. 

Without meaning to Hafliði fell asleep on his couch, when morning came it took him a couple of minutes before he finally remembered what happened last night. If the guy was smart he was probably half way to the seaside by now. He wouldn’t be bothering him again.

Kurt felt panic in his throat as the first of the direct rays of the sun streamed over the trees. The birds called excitedly with the arrival of the day. Such joyous sounds were in sharp contrast to his dread. Sure enough, he felt the searing burn on his tail where it was just out of shelter. He needed to move. Now! The longer he waited, the more severely he’d be trapped! Go. Go! It won’t hurt so much if you just go!

He gasped and threw himself out of his shelter, dashing around the side of the house that face away from the sun and pressing himself against the wall there. Even the gentle light of morning felt like it scraped against his skin, and Kurt had to fight down the lump in his throat. 

Where could he go? What could he do? He wouldn’t be able to stay here for long. Soon, the whole sky would be bright with the light of day, and he’d be a pile of ash. A prayer in his native tongue was muttered underneath his breath. He could run and pray that he found proper shelter for the day. Or...

Kurt looked at the house behind him. It might be his only chance. But, the man inside... he wouldn’t let him in. Would he? Maybe, just maybe, he’d understand...

The mutant took a deep breath, despite no longer needing it, and knocked on the window. 

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holy FUCK how many replies do i owe

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all these threads and only one (1) for xma smh @ yall

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holy FUCK how many replies do i owe

[i-am-the-bamf]

🔥ROAST LIL BRO

Send 🔥 for my muse to try and verbally roast yours (not accepting) 

“You know that feeling when copy/paste doesn’t go quite the way you planned it?”  

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Do you know how long it took Kurt not to pronounce the English “Tag” like the German “Tag”?

German: Pronounced with a long a so it sounds more like tahg. American or even English: Pronounced with a short a so it’s taeg

Kurt during training.

Supervisor: “If they tag you, you’re out.”

Kurt: Raises hand, “Excuse me what.”

Supervisor: Facepalms.

Someone: “Tag, you’re it!”

Kurt: “??? JA, TAG, THE SUN IS UP. GUTEN TAG WHY DID YOU TOUCH ME?!”

[claire-luna-deactivated20191013]

Fun fact, “Tag” can also be used as a somewhat passive aggressive way to say “good day” or “hello”, adding an extra layer of intercultural confusion. Also I very strongly relate to this post on a personal level.

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Someone: Tag!

Kurt: Is everyone in America this rude??? sTOP TOUCHING ME?? *confused screeching in German*

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New Headcannon: If it sparkles and looks like it came from a thrift shop, Kurt will wear it while making it look good (in his mind).

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I said if you don’t bless the rains down in Africa, your mom’s a hoe

[leascno]

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@i-am-the-bamf

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"Hey Kurt's little brother. Let's do lunch. There are some things need to know. Well, maybe not need but it's for your own good. So you don't suffer from shock when you walk in on something. Call me to set this up." ~Megan

“Eugh, what?! Nein! I don’t want to know! KUUUUUUURT!”

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traumatized little brother screaming

[laburrini]

Remember the Nightcrawler aka Kurt Wagner? I loved Alan Cummings take on him in X-Men 2. When I’ve read that he’ll appear in a younger version in the newest X-Men movie I tried to imagine him. I know that he’ll look totally different tho. :)

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whoever put red eyes instead of yellow on xma kurt needs to go. some rounds. with me.

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🔫 - Hafi, because angst

The initial impact knocked him down to one knee. Pain didn’t even register at first, only confusion. What just hit him? It felt small, but… powerful.

Then the pain hit, as did the realization. Kurt looked at the blossom of blood blooming on the side of his uniform. Of course, the blue mutant couldn’t realize that his precious internal organs had been saved by the intervention of a rib. All he knew was that he’d been shot. And it hurt.

“Wh… wha…” His head spun as it tried to cope with the sudden drop in blood pressure and he bent over to steady himself with a hand on the ground. His other arm nursed his injured side. He looked up. “Hafliði…?”

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Shaking hands slowly lowered the gun as Hafi panted for breath. His ears were still ringing from the shot, he had no idea it would be so loud. Worse however was the sound of his former friends voice as he spoke his name.

“I-I told you, st-stay out of my way!” He tried to hiss out. He paused, raised the gun again, dropped it, and took a step back. “Don’t follow me, or I-I’ll do it again!” He threatened, even as he felt his stomach twisting in a way that made him feel as if he was about to lose his lunch on the floor. He had to keep going.

“St-stay there… someone will help you.” He said as he began hurrying down the hall towards Cerebro. He just had to do this one thing, then he would be out of there for good.

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Hafi shot him. Really shot him! Like, with an actual gun! Kurt flinched when the gun was raised again, and gasped at the sound of it dropping, expecting another bullet. But, no, it was dropped. 

“Hafi- Hafi, wait! What are you- gack!” He’d gone to chase after him, his whirlwind of a mind forgetting briefly that there was a bullet in his side. He dropped again, crying out when he hit the ground. “W-wait!” The call came out as more of a wail, desperate for some kind of explanation. He thought Hafi was his friend, he really thought...

Kurt grit his teeth and braced himself.

Bamf!

He appeared further up the hall, on the floor in front of Hafi, and cried out as the jolt of the teleport hit him. Thank god the other had dropped the gun back there.

“W-why are you doing this?!”

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"Always the romantic huh?" Sincerely an unimpressed big bro

“L I S T E N” 

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🔫 - Hafi, because angst

The initial impact knocked him down to one knee. Pain didn’t even register at first, only confusion. What just hit him? It felt small, but... powerful.

Then the pain hit, as did the realization. Kurt looked at the blossom of blood blooming on the side of his uniform. Of course, the blue mutant couldn’t realize that his precious internal organs had been saved by the intervention of a rib. All he knew was that he’d been shot. And it hurt.

“Wh... wha...” His head spun as it tried to cope with the sudden drop in blood pressure and he bent over to steady himself with a hand on the ground. His other arm nursed his injured side. He looked up. “Hafliði...?”