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this is one of my favourite scenes in all of Taz and i've wanted to draw something for it for ages now but then this took almost 6 months to finish because i had to keep stopping to figure out character designs aaaaaaaaaa
Indrid Cold my favourite guy of all time
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A two page digital comic depicting a scene from The Adventure Zone – Amnesty where the player characters (Duck, Ned and Aubrey) meet Indrid Cold (the mothman.) The entire comic is drawn in shades of red with yellow highlights. Page 1: A smaller panel shows the interior of a camper van, with Indrid cast in shadows, reaching towards a scrap of paper on the wall. Behind him, Duck, Ned and Aubrey watch in confusion. The next panel is of Indrid from behind, silhouetted against the bright red of the wall holding dozens of pinned sheets over a map of Kepler. He is holding up the now removed scrap of paper in one hand and smiling, the yellow paper and his glasses standing out against the darkness. There is a yellow speech bubble coming from him that says ‘Okay.’ The last panel takes up most of the page and shows Duck, Ned and Aubrey reacting in shock to Indrid’s statement. The speech bubbles continue: ‘The funicular that connects topside and riverside is about to come crashing down the mountain, slamming into town, and destroying the base station.’. Behind the three players, there is a funicular train climbing a mountain – the full scale of which is shown behind it.
Page two: Yellow text in the top left and right corners reads: ‘There are three passengers on it right now, they’ll all be killed- With two circular panels depicting three people on the funicular in one, and a man reading a newspaper in the other – his radio discarded on the table in front of him. Below these panels the text continues, first in yellow with: ‘-and an engineer at the base station will be injured as well, but he’ll pull through.’ And then in two red circular speech bubbles: ‘Good news though! You have six minutes this time.’ The two red speech bubbles surround Indrid as he faces the viewer with a grin, his eyes completely obscured by his red circular glasses. In one hand, he holds out the scrap of paper – a drawing of a funicular train falling down a mountain now visible on it, and behind him the wall is covered in scraps of paper that fade into the darkness of the background.
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Morpherine fans, come get your playlist
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Loving You is a Loosing Game
Summary: When Jean and Scott announce that they are expecting, Morph takes Logan on a night about town to drink away their problems.
A/N: Holy shit that last episode??!!!! Morph is my new fav and Morphine is my current obsession!!! Xxxxxxx
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Well it had finally happened. Jean and Scott announced that they were expecting a baby.
And as expected, the news sent Logan into another of his lone wolf strops. Morph tried their best to cheer him up with some light sparring and purposefully bad impersonations.
But sometimes the only the way to forget one's issues to get royally fucked.
Which was why Morph had annoyed their friend into a night on the town.
Morph picked the club because frankly Logan's idea of a nightclub was a watering hole for sad old men and pool tables. The one Morph picked was a little rough around the edges but all the best clubs were and since it was a Friday night, it was five shots for a fiver.
Logan wasn't exactly a nightlife kinda guy, but he did enjoy a drink so Morph had challenged him to a drinking contest. A game Morph was destined to loose, but then they always were when it came to Logan. Especially when unlike their friend they didn't have a super regenerative healing ability that fixed the continuous alcohol poisoning of one's liver.
By midnight however, the pair had drunk enough that even The Wolverine was getting tipsy, to the point that Morph had managed to talk him into a dance.
Well dance was a bit of a stretch. More like Morph was dancing around them whilst Logan stood as stationary as a tree. But Morph could see Logan's left foot tapping along to the beat, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into that soft smirk of a smile and the roll of his eyes as he let Morph use his arms to twirl themselves around. It was more than Morph could have hoped for.
Then of course Morph just had to take it too far and tried to make Logan dip them like a scene from some cheesy rom-com because the idea of The Wolverine doing that for real would be so ridiculous, only to trip over their own drunken feet. They would've banged their head on the dirty dance floor if not for a pair of sturdily strong hands grabbing their waist.
"Had enough to drink bub?" Logan asked from above them, that ever growing smirk haloed by the flashing lights above them.
"Not yet." Morph countered with a smirk of their own, as Logan picked them up and placed them upright again like they were weightless. "Which is why I'm going to get us another round of shots." Morph sing-songed, heading straight for the bar before they did something truly stupid, like put their arms around him.
As they waited for their round of shots, Morph hugged their hips where they could still feel the lingering warmth of Logan's hands.
They hoped nobody would notice the extra fingers in the darkness as they morphed to help carry the drinks back to their friend. This turned out to be a waste of effort as the drinks slipped from their fingers at the sight of Logan chatting up some pretty girl with red hair.
Even after all the drinks they'd had tonight, Morph was not fucked enough to deal with this shit and marched straight for the nearest bathroom. The men's bathroom. Which wasn't the right bathroom. But it never was. And in this form it would have to do.
They usually liked their human form. They knew they looked good. And they liked that in the reflection of the bathroom mirror they could see the eyes of their late mother staring back at them.
But right now, they felt like a puppet wearing an outfit made of a strangers flesh. However for Logan they would endure it.
For Logan, they would do anything.
They thought about going back out to the dance floor. Then they thought about a different redhead. And then they thought about getting another round of shots and another and another and-
A man stumbled into the bathroom. A short, muscular man with a lot of on display blonde hair. Through the glaze of alcohol induced vision, Morph spotted a flash of hunger in the man's eyes.
Now they were usually pretty good at clocking when there is someone like them. The same way they could sometimes just tell that someone is a mutant. But just because they might not wrong, doesn't mean the other won't have a bad reaction.
So Morph smiled and leant against the grimy bathroom mirror, allowing their unbuttoned silk of shirt to highlight the slim curves of their waist.
Music from dance floor could still be heard thumping through the bathroom walls and the other man took a step closer on every beat until Morph could feel his breathe against the exposed skin of their chest.
Then the music changed into something softer and Morph swayed their hips and even though they weren't yet touching so did the man and it was like the pair of them were asteroids slowly circling each other inching closer and closer until they were about to crash and Morph leant down with parted lips and-
BANG
The door slammed open as two much larger yet no less muscular men barged into the bathroom.
Morph barely has time to register the intruders when the man who moment's ago was millimetres away from grinding against their hips shoved them away.
"Get away from me you freak!" He yelled, that hunger in his eyes now burning with hatred and fear.
Morph crashed into the hard tiles of the bathroom wall, an already broken edge cutting through their shirt and ripping a gash down their back.
Over the sudden sting of pain they heard a trio of gasps.
It wasn't until they caught their pale grey reflection in the mirror, that they realised why.
This time when they look back at the man's eyes, the fear has been replaced by absolute revolution. Morph isn't sure which was worse.
"You truly are a freak." The man spat, crowding in on them again, this time with those other two men not far behind him.
Morph sighed.
They had fought Mr Sinister, they could easily deal with three drunk arseholes. Its just that they hadn't been expecting a fight tonight. Although at this point, they don't know why they weren't. It always ended in a fight.
But before Morph could throw the first punch, the two larger men were suddenly thrown through the door of the nearby stall, collapsing in a heap of broken bones and wood.
The first man didn't even have time to react when his face was smashed into the now broken mirror, trapped between two metal claws on either side of his head.
"I could smell that this guy was an ass a mile away." Logan snarled, his middle claw inching ever closer to the man's head.
"Don't!" Morph shouted, placing their hand on their friend's shoulder, feeling the tensed muscle of a predator waiting to pounce. "He's not worth it."
"But you are."
I love you. Morph wanted to say. But couldn't because they were walking on a knife as sharp as The Wolverine's claws and they hoped that Logan wouldn't react the same way as that arsehole did but they could not risk walking off that edge.
So as per usual they make a joke.
"I am not busting your ass out of jail. Again." They said, because as much as Morph honesty did not care about the world loosing three more bigots, they did not want to deal with the shit show of one of the X-men being arrested for a triple homicide.
Morph squeezed Logan's shoulder, like a wire using his body as a conduit to ground his anger. After a moment, the muscles under Logan's skin, loosened as the animalistic urge calmed and Morph couldn't help the sudden rush of realisation that they were the only person on the planet who could calm The Wolverine... aside from Jean of course.
With one last growl, Logan slammed the man's head against the remains of the mirror before dropping his unconsciousness body to the floor.
He then grabbed Morph's wrist and the shape-shifter was too drunk to resist as they were dragged out of the bathroom, back to the dancefloor past the bewildered looks of partygoers who weren't pissed enough to not notice the pair of mutants stalking past and out the club's back door.
Once outside Logan drops their wrist and Morph's sudden chill had nothing to do with the cool night air.
"I thought I told ya not to disappear on me again." Logan said, claws still unsheathed as though prepared to fight off a sentinel trying to steal Morph away again.
"Well I thought that you were busy chatting up that girl." Morph retorted, telling themselves that Logan was this over protective with all of the X-men.
"I was." Logan grumbled, "Until her boyfriend showed up."
Despite everything Morph can't help but bite a laugh because of course the red head had a fucking boyfriend.
Logan scrunched up his whole face the way he did when he was concerned but did not know how to say it. His head tilted to the side like a puppy at the confusion of for once not understanding their joke. This only turned Morph's laughter into a full on cackle.
"Whatever." Logan said, finally putting his claws away as they must have decided that Morph had finally lost it. "Doesn't matter anyway 'cus we're goin' back home."
"W-why?" Morph gasped through their own giggles.
"Because Bub, you're completely fucked."
"But-" Morph tried to point out that tonight was supposed to be for Logan's benefit, but the Wolverine beat them to it.
"We're goin' back home." Logan stated, this time grabbing hold of both their wrists as though he intended to drag them all the way back there himself. And well Morph had always found it impossible to argue against him.
"Fine," Morph sighed, their laughter dying off in the wake of drunken exhaustion. Hopefully the exhaustion would keep the nightmares away that night.
"Let's get back to the mansion then." Morph said, deliberately not calling it home. Not when home was the person standing next to them.
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secretly twilight finds this hot for some reason. nonetheless trixie is no longer allowed on the computer
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