#kojiscorner

[positivelybeastly]

♔ -  pajamas / bedtime outfit

♤ -  Look-At-Me-I’m-Hella-Attractive Outfit

♢ -  FINAL BOSS Armor

♔ -  pajamas / bedtime outfit

Already answered twice, BUT. I want to give a shoutout to the rare shirtless 60s Hank!

This is allegedly what he wears during his study hour, but, like . . . Hank. Those are pyjama bottoms. Those are just straight up pyjama bottoms! Do you . . . study better in the borderline nude???

Everyone else is fully dressed, in this, Uncanny X-Men #3, circa 1964, and Hank McCoy is already more than ready to fuckin' show off what God and the X-Gene gave him.

Who knew he was destined to live most of his life shirtless? Stan Lee and Jack KIrby, apparently.

♤ -  Look-At-Me-I’m-Hella-Attractive Outfit

Hank likes to dress up fancy. Now, this is partly to distract from his obvious beastly visage - he has a complicated relationship with masculinity, and you could argue that part of his almost obnoxious sexuality is, to a degree, performative. He wants you to see him as a man before you see him as a Beast . . . but I also think he just likes to dress up well. I think there's a degree of pageantry to it.

The turtleneck is such a good look on him, I love it.

♢ -  FINAL BOSS Armor

So, it's very rare that you'll see Hank armour up? He's a bouncy jumpy man, he doesn't believe in armour, per se. That being said, if this were an RPG, and Hank was in your endgame party, I imagine he'd probably go for one of the following looks.

Jean Grey School Science Adventurer (I adore this outfit)

Bandoliers, pouches, radio, kevlar, harness, goggles - the man's fucking ready to go, he's prepared, he is tired of having to jury rig gadgets, he is ON IT.

And now, we have to dip into two alternate futures, for looks that I love, even if they require Hank to be very much evil.

Sublime Beast (fuck I love this design)

White, purple, FUCKING COMBAT BOOTS? I would not fuck with him if he looked like this.

. . . Well.

I mean, I would fuck with him, but not like - ANYWAY.

And, even though this entire plotline was complete garbage bullshit that went nowhere and came from the mind of Ben Percy . . . I actually kinda like Nimrod Beast because it's so stupid and strange.

A design like this, but as more of an Iron Man style armour that still gave him free movement? I'd be down for that, honestly.

[quietresistance]

                    chin rested atop folded arms that balanced on knees, the girl perched atop the thick wooden windowsill peering out onto the snowy grounds spread below.   tears stained a touch too pale cheeks, a common sight on hers, any one of those who, like her, could even brush against another’s emotions knew drew from the roiling sea of those ever present in her chest.   the chilled wood had long since warmed from her presence, small hands tucked into the sleeves of her sweater as katherine strove to hide from the world.

                    she hadn’t chosen the spot quite well enough, clearly.

( ❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜ (from Core) ) ╲ @kojiscorner

                    burying her face into wool, a shuddering sigh blew into the knit, dampening a little against her mouth.   those sensations were what she focused on, drawing away from the fellow student mentally as much as physically.   he was so determined to speak with her every day and for what?     ❝  i don’t want to see.  ❞     the almost petulant, half muffled words leave her lips before she can stop them.   they aren’t entirely true, an instant assumption of his meaning which even as she spoke, she knew might not be correct.   if he referred, as many did, to her… powers, she hated the metaphor with all her little soul.   injustice, other kinds of learning, those were entirely different.     ❝  i don’t want to see some things.  ❞

[aliasinvestigate]

the clock reads 4:59 p.m. when a knuckled rhythm sounds out on the other side of her door. jessica's tongue pockets in her cheek. she's one boot up on the desk, a bottle of whiskey waiting on the corner of her desk with an empty glass at her fingertips.

" ----- we're closed. "

" leave a message, @kojiscorner. if you can pay, we might get back to you within 1 - 2 business days. " / sc.

[feretra]

❛ i’ve walked the earth and there are so few here that know how dark the night and just how cold the wind can blow. ❜ (to jezebel from haimon)

She'd already been under a surfeit of stimuli by the time Haimon's voice caught her attention. The shift in The Hound's hold on her current quarry almost imperceptible, but softened still, as she casts a partial gaze in the direction of the voice interrupting her meal. 

"So, if y'point is t'wax philosophic, then by all means don't let me stop you," Jezebel is quick to reply, even if the delivery rolls out slow and heavy. Fingers once again lacing tight along her prey's shoulders; shredding the acrid-smelling faux leather of their jacket and pulling them closer to the snapping jaws of their demise. "But from t'sounds of it, have y'ever thought t'invest in a coat?"

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

@kojiscorner​; Hogun

How many times had she tried to corner the quiet, intense Vanir warrior? How many times had he slipped away from her, skilled in the art of defusing?

It’s not until Darcy loses her already limited patience and follows him into one of the communal bathrooms that she finds him cornered.

“Spill, Oscar the Grouch.            Or are you gonna run like a chicken again?”

[cupidquinn-moved]

@kojiscorner​ prompted: 💭

Send me a for a 💭  drabble where my muse reveals something about either their past or some of their secrets. 

     The part about being a mercenary or assassin for hire that no one ever told you about was that it involved a lot of spying on people from rooftops, cars, and on the street. Granted, the costumes part of it was fun, but it was still a lot of hanging around and doing nothing. 

     She was stretched out on a beach towel on the roof. The heat beating down on her made Harley wish she’d worn a bikini and done a bit of sunbathing while they were at it. Just as well, she usually burned, peeled, then tanned. Groaning, she sat up and glared at Sully’s back. 

     “I’m soooo bored,” Harley whined just the tiniest little bit. “Is he done with his coffee yet? Who takes an hour to drink a cup of coffee?” She pouted and collapsed back onto the towel dramatically, wincing a little. It had ceased to really help that much when it came to protecting her from the searing heat of the rooftop. “Hey, wanna play truth or dare? When I used to case joints with Jay’s goons, we used to have a lot of fun with that. Passed the time, ya know?”

[ciitreae]

@kojiscorner​ / zhi kimura.

“one of the thirds is complaining about you harassing him.”

[informaticn]

SHE’S SITTING CROSS-LEGGED ON THE COUNTER,   a mug between her palms   &   some   ( appropriated )   file sitting on her lap   ;   she doesn’t look up from her reading,   just motions towards the pot at her side before turning to the next page.      ❛   I made coffee.   ❜

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