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Autistic | Scorpio | 21 | She/Her | History Student
Marvel - DC - Star Trek - Star Wars - Arcane - Tolkein
John Walker Defender for Life
just came back from the odyssey screening. i am now maternal over Argos the dog and the Cyclops. I never shed so many tears. (and maybe Telemachus if also fine shyt)
currently planning out halloween (because my mom and i like to start brainstorming and decoration ideas in the summer time)
and we've landed on day of the dead/dia de los muertos for the theme! i do not know where a reliable source would be to find a dress to wear for my costume because i decided to commit and dress as a sugar skull
any recs would be appreciated!
edit: i am mexican guys so there is no appropriation in this house
as of september this year, i will be training to qualify as a high school-level teacher - in accordance to the course, it will eat up a lot of my time and energy.
this does not mean that this blog is being deleted or just be dormant - but posting will be extremely stagnant. this is basically a forewarning of a long hiatus from any writing or original posts.
thank you for your support thus far. love you all!
Maaan, this Ernest Chiriacka illustration has been in my K/S inspiration folder for over a year now!! Thank you for making this post—this was the push I needed to finally make it happen xD
Summary: Genosha is home to all mutant from all walks of life. And although you're not particularly religious, you always make time to visit the church, where in which you seek guidance. And given your mutation, sometimes the quiet helps immensely.
warnings: none, reader has a hearing-based mutation
a/n: this ended up being more of a drabble and less of a fic, this can be read as either platonic or potentially romantic i didn't really have anything in mind, reader is implied atheist, kurt is catholic, probably some religious inaccuracies, i am an atheist myself so this is written very liberally, enjoy!
photo credit: pinterest
It was raining this evening. The gentle fall of rain kissing the ground with small splatters seemed picturesque for the church on this island. Your ears could hear the individual echoes as the rain fell, the squeaking of wet shoes hitting the church tile floors. You stepped inside, pulling back the hood of your coat and folded it over the pew as you sat down.
You always sat at the back of the church, not for any special reason. folding your hands in your lap and lowering your head, your mind began to wander - and unfortunately, so did your ears.
Hearing the small voices of the people in confessionals, the silent prayers of others in the pews at the front, and the moulded eyes of the Apostles and Madonna staring down at you as you tried to tune out everything with little success.
Soon enough, the soft padding of feet could be heard next to you. Kurt sat down with his rosary, muttering in German with the end of his tail gently flicking back and forth. His blue fuzzy skin illuminated a night time blue with the candles flickering. He then spoke,
"You do not frequent this place, do you?" He asked, his voice soft as silk.
You shook your head slightly, "No. God and I never had much of a thing going on." Kurt let out a small huff at your remark, he was amused. You continued, "It's quiet in here, I prefer it that way."
He nodded along. Kurt would put his rosary away and sit closer to you, his curiosity never failing him. "The quiet of this place is always welcome. I understand you on that front."
You shrugged, "Perhaps. Perhaps not."
His brow quirked up, "We both come for consolation, for guidance and for peace. What is there not to understand?"
The question hung in the silence, he waited for you to answer, but you kept to yourself. "Fine." He replies, "...do you know why I come here?"
You sighed, "Because you're ordained and have been a practitioner of this religion since you were old enough to wield your swords with your tail?"
Whilst the answer was amusing to his pointed ears, he turned to face the front. He took a breath before speaking.
"My mother cared not for me. My existence as an extension of her was too much, thus I was lulled away in chaotic waters. My family in the Munich circus gave me all I could ever want in my life - love, acceptance and hope. My faith became a part of that great change. I carry it with me no matter where I go since I know, to Him, I can never fail in His eyes."
As you listened, you began to ponder on why you bother attending the church in the first place. It wasn't something you thought about often, but the question still nagged at you whenever it decided to. Kurt looked to you. "So, I ask again, mein freund - why do you come?"
You sat up straight and looked ahead, not willing to look him in the eyes.
"I've heard so much." You began. "My mutation hinders me as much as it helps. I can hear all sorts of things - important things, insignificant things, things that people would not tell another soul. The only place of solace was this church, where I couldn't hear anything but my own thoughts. The mutation has been unrelenting, jeopardising my sanity and letting me hear things that I wish I could erase from knowing. I've spent most of my life trying to block them out than sleeping peacefully."
A frustrated tear slipped down your face. "Satisfied?" You asked him.
He then lets a small smirk appear across his lips, "Are you satisfied?"
You sighed, "...yes. I suppose."
A while later, you put your coat back on and got ready to leave. Kurt was also readying himself to go home. The conversation you both had left an impression of understanding amongst you both, it was eye opening for you both.
"I suppose I shall see you for Sunday service?" He proposed.
You shook your head, "Again, I'm not a practitioner." You replied, "...but...maybe we can see each other afterwards?"
"I look forward to it." He answered, watching you walk off in the rain, a weight lifted from your shoulders.
y'all getting dan and phil tickets in the current economy is absolutely insane because why were my friend and i actively tracking our clocks waiting for the war to happen
the fact i was on holiday as well truly says volumes about my dedication to the bit
lil random thought because im reading nightcrawler comics online (i havent got the storage or money to spend on comics atm)
idk and dont have a strong reason as to why kurt fascinated me so much as a young teen to now - but i kind of connected the dots as someone who grew up with a religious parent and the concepts of guilt in line with religion
if future x-men comics/movies/tv shows should explore anything, i want them to explore religious guilt in line with kurt's character, he even questions his faith and his understanding to what faith is in catholicism as a whole versus his personal relationship with it
reminder that anakin skywalker canonically coined the term transgender in star wars and grand moff tarkin was sleeping with a male stormtrooper who would put on a hick accent whenever they hooked up. happy pride I guess.
