Herr Wagner

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[herrwagner]

Guten Tag! This is an independent, private, and selective role play blog for Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler. The portrayal is following most of the 616 universe, but with a lot my own headcanons involved. I do not own Kurt. As of now this blog is mutuals only. The content posted on this blog may contain triggers, and such posts will be tagged accordingly. Google doc.  carrd.

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[herrwagner]

goreverine​:

@herrwagner​ sent a meme: [ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet. because wet fluff.

“Hey!” he yells and waves at what is unmistakably Kurt’s silhouette, voice washed away with the white noise of the rain.

( It’s storm season – weeks of tropical storms whipping the island, with only the hurricanes being warded off by the innate defenses and the work of a few weather-workers. This is one that’s nearly blown horizontal, the droplets so big they nearly whip one’s skin; no wonder everyone’s headed indoors. )

He waits for him, to come closer – almost home – appreciating that at least the water’s warm. When he’s close enough, he grins, and yanks him by his wrist closer towards him.

This is one of the rare times he’s in a good mood, nowadays.

“You look like a drowned animal!” A laugh; ruffling his hair – then he swoops in, on his toes, for a kiss in the downpour.

The rain doesn’t bother Kurt nearly as much as the ones lacking fur on the island. Sure, there were others that also didn’t mind, may even seek it out more than most. He was by no means a fan of the getting soaked part, it took far too long to get dry again, and the stench was less than pleasant, not to mention how it clung to every textile like an uninvited guest. But he did enjoy the feeling of rain, even more so he enjoyed how he could walk more freely and not be bothered every other step because of how people now sought out shelter. He was, if anything. Dragging his feet to make his way back. It was only went a drowned out voice just barely reached him that his attention came back to the present, and left the deep thoughts to be washed away with the rain.

For a beat he paused in the rain, thoroughly confused as to why Daken would be in such good spirits. It came naturally to simply suspect something was off, which perhaps wasn’t the best reaction to someone’s happiness, but this is where they had landed after so many repeated patterns.

The last steps he actually teleported to cover the distance faster, and he by no means expected to be ruffled like a dog. Wide eyes stared with their every shimmering glow looking absolutely aghast at the gesture. If he wasn’t so drenched, he’d most likely be visibly fluffier out of pure reaction. It was the laugh that actually had Kurt lowering his guard as he looked at the tattooed man with a curious expression, as opposed to simply cautious. “It tendz to happen wiz rain.” For good measure he swats at Daken with the soaked tail, giving a good splash to the skin contact with the long tuft at the truly being drenched.

[haverst]

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goreverine​:

@herrwagner​ liked for a suggestive text:

💬 HIGH PRIEST: hey, there. feeling horny? 💬 HIGH PRIEST: for real, though, do you want me to help carve them out a bit? i noticed they seem stuck and half-poking from your scalp this time.

💬 STABBY: hilarious as always 💬 STABBY: so you do pay attention contrary to popular belief 💬 STABBY: I have my evening free

[herrwagner]

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[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

They hadn't exactly been on speaking terms. It had been sounds, sure, but not actual words. Sounds of protests. Sounds of frustration. Sounds of pleasure. You didn’t necessarily need words to communicate was the key point to take away from this. Kurt and Daken. Daken and Kurt. Whichever way you wanted to refer to them, it was clear most of their relation built on toxic part used to hide other toxic parts. Much like the lack of words seemed a scrawny bridge at best to avoid harsh words. They were good at those, maybe a little too good.

Looking at himself in the mirror in the large closet Kurt could see the shadow over his shoulder coming closer. He made the choice of ignoring it. Ignoring him. A shirt was snatched from a hanger, as if he hadn’t spent an hour trying to decide what to wear and was roughly pulled on. Fingers started on the buttons, as tiny and dumb as they were, just adding to the frustrated anger that seemed to never truly go away anymore. And yet he had to pause.

Eyes went back to see better, see how Daken stood behind him. How the tattooed arm wrapped around his waist, and the hand sneaking its way in under the shirt.

“Is that it?”

With an eyebrow arched Kurt let his arms fall to his sides. His choice in not shoving Daken away being choice enough to let the man keep at it. It was nice enough, having the attention so undivided for a change. A minute passed, maybe two. Before Kurt let his hand land on Daken’s wrist. He truly considered stopping him. Pull him away so he could keep going with his day, but he didn’t. Instead he pushed the hand lower. Down between his own legs.

“Be useful for a change.”

[herrwagner]

I'm allergic to veggies

"Oh are you now?” He replied while refilling Jason’s glass of milk for a third time, but taking it a few inches closer to himself. “You are not allowed to fill yourself on just liquids, Jason. You need to eat as well. Yesterday you said you liked both the small white and green trees, what happened?” Pointing to the broccoli on Jason’s plate to make a point. “And I didn’t see you having any allergic reactions yesterday.”

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[dominant-dominion]

Argue with me so we can have aggressive sex after.

[letueriebeau]

Ivory rosary (c. 1530). © Victoria and Albert Museum, London, 2017.

[herrwagner]

He's done being mean and now wants head pats and kisses

Putting away the plates once both had finished their sandwiches, and Kurt had eaten the crusts he had cut off from Jason’s sandwich. Kurt came back to the couch and simply gestured for Jason to make room so he could fit as well. Squeezing down to be a much smaller big spoon and holding Jason close, he comfortably wrapped himself around his son to settle in. “Why don’t you pick a book and read for us?”

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[herrwagner]

I could beat you in a fight.

"Of course, honey." He isn't even looking at the sulking teenager spewing ridiculous things while lounging on the dingy couch. For now he is more focused on putting together sandwiches for both of them, and once he is done he puts a plate on Jason's stomach with a sandwich on it. No crust, because his baby is a literal baby. "Eat your sandwich and we can consider who else you can beat in a fight."

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[herrwagner]

crimelcrd​:

@herrwagner​  —  ( う-´)づ︻╦̵̵̿╤──           -           ᴘᴇᴡ!

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻     ɪ ᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜʏ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ      ❝ Vati, I love you. Really. But you have to understand, I’m not the same as I once was. I’m different now. I’m not a little kid anymore. ❞   He tries to be level headed as he speaks, but his tone comes more annoyed than he means to let out. Jason was growing restless in the deepest parts of himself.

“Ich weiss.” His voice kept to a much more subdued tone, not to interrupt or in anyway disregard Jason and his current state of mind, but rather confirm that he did see him. He heard and he saw, and as much as he sometimes didn’t understand or couldn’t truly comprehend, he still tried as best as he could to at the very least be there for Jason. “Growing up, even in the way you have. does not mean you have to push everything away. You are allowed to keep things, and feel things, Jason. Growing up doesn’t mean leaving emotions behind.”

[herrwagner]

Jason trying to vacuum all the fur up for the last fifteen minutes

He is aware, of course he is aware. that Jason is struggling. He always has been struggling through the shedding season, and Kurt really does feel for him. But mostly he is feeling the itch which had him scratching both here, there, and everywhere. It just felt too good to stop. Good enough that he simply avoided eye contact when he saw more blue fur fall and stick to both the couch and carpet.

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[crimeroyalty]

Both of us trying to find meaning in a meaningless world! Why be a disfigured outcast when I can be a notorious Crime God? Why be an orphaned boy when you can be a superhero?

[rplcmnt]

sooo I did a thing and we do not need to judge by looks right now..

[herrwagner]

It is the season of shedding so here is to painting a picture for you: Kurt, as we have established, sheds and he sheds a lot. By mid April he is in a patchy coat of a long and thick coat and a thin short coat. The thinner coat is a lot lighter in color. 

[ripe]

sunsetoned on ig