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comicsart3 · 1 month

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Nyoka the Jungle Girl is not my favourite jungle heroine to be honest. Lacking the primal and savage nature of Sheena or Tiger Girl; the untamed character of Cave Girl; the imperial hauteur of Camilla; the majestic beauty of Jann, or even the long-suffering feminism of Lorna, she was always too much of a goody two-shoes for me. Working with the colonial and military authorities to bring bad guys to justice, running an unlikely souvenir shop in the jungle, trapping animals for zoos and being a general smart alec, Nyoka rarely shows a rebellious spirit. Despite their regular cliff-hanger endings, the stories also often lacked the plot depth and intriguing story lines present in other jungle woman titles. Whereas as most of the genre depicted “native” peoples in a patronising light at best, the depiction of African characters in Nyoka was often openly racist.

However, despite frequently being cast in damsel in distress mode in her adventures and being “clonked” on the heads sufficient times to put her in a wheelchair, Nyoka had an extraordinary ability to turn the table on her opponents, often using her fists, or whatever came to hand. In the page above Nyoka, faced with the murderous treasure-hunting villain Hugonott, the jungle heroine disarms him with her heel and then subdues him by throwing a safe at him (like you do)! Nyoka’s unerring ability to win the day and enterprising means of capturing her foes, has to make her a regular character featured on this blog, whatever my doubts about her stories’ literary worth!

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#women in comics #golden age of comics #strong women #nyoka #Nyoka the jungle girl #fawcett comics #golden age comic book heroines #jungle adventure #jungle woman captures the bad guys

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 17 days

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I tend to not enjoy characters that are heavy drinkers as they usually remind me of bad memories; Nyoka Ramnarim-Wentworth III, however-

#the outer worlds #nyoka ramnarim wentworth iii #nyoka

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wordswithoutcontext · 2 years

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#nyoka #words #text #musings #the outer worlds

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rottenisles · 2 months

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very minimal redesign of the OW's unreliable crew for my AU :] sam and ellie are replaced by wheatley and GLaDOS so theyre not up there

drawing the other's later but i wanted 2 have an outerworlds dedicated post !!!

#the outer worlds #tow #parvati holcomb #vicar max #maximillian desoto #felix millstone #nyoka #Nyoka Ramnarim-Wentworth III #fanart #the outer worlds fanart #my art

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mdzdyd · 1 year

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shes turning heads in byzantium

--- mdz

#nyoka #nyoka ramnarim wentworth iii #the outer worlds #outer worlds #daud draws #fanart #poses referenced from pinterest #what do i even say. i love her #'are u wearing the joli-' no shes not. pls leave her alone we're urgently needed somewhere (picnic date)#art #artists on tumblr

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halfurganymede · 11 months

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The Vicar's Betrayal: Finale

SPOILERS: The following contains spoilers for The Outer Worlds and The Empty Man (Max's companion quest)

Back on the Unreliable, Max gently touched the captain’s elbow causing her to jump. She had been lost in thought since they left the hermit's hut, which would have been more of an issue had they run into any more trouble as they made their way back to the ship over Scylla’s rocky terrain. Even Nyoka had picked up on the captain’s mood, barely even complaining when they saw some primals roaming around off the road. Now that they were back on the ship, Max was concerned about her absent-mindedness. Perhaps the drugs had affected her more deeply than she cared to admit.

‘Captain? I was hoping for a word...’ Felix chose that moment to interrupt.

‘Hey captain? Since we’re on Scylla I was thinking...’

‘Felix can you just wait a minute?’ The captain pinched the bridge of her nose. Felix and the vicar exchanged a look. The captain never cut them off. To a fault sometimes.

‘It’s no bother captain.’ Max soothed. ‘I can wait. I’ll be in my room whenever you’re ready.’ When he turned for the stairs he could hear Felix explain, timidly, about an old friend that had gotten in contact with him and was apparently now based on Scylla. Max could tell from the captain’s tone as she coaxed Mr Millstone through his story, that she already regretted the way she had spoken to the young stowaway.

He climbed the stairs past the captains quarters then up the second flight to the crew’s. He almost immediately bumped in to Dr Fenhill, accidently knocking her shoulder with his own.

‘Fucking watch it vicar,’ Ellie scowled as she went to move past him.

‘My sincerest apologies doctor,’ Max replied, without a hint of sarcasm. Ellie looked at him strangely.

‘Are you feeling OK “Vicky”?’

‘Perfectly well doctor, thank you. And yourself?’

‘Captain!’ Ellie leaned over the railings to shout down the stairs. ‘Max is broken! Did he hit his head while you were out?!’

‘For the love of... he’s not broken Ellie he’s... enlightened.’ The captain yelled back.

‘If you’ll excuse me, Dr Fenhill.’ Max moved past her to go to his room.

‘Sure thing. See you later “Vicky”... are you really going to let me run with this “Vicky” thing?’

‘You may address me however you wish,’ he responded mildly.

‘Captain?! Are you sure he didn’t hit his head?! Do I need to check him for a concussion?!’

‘Leave him alone Ellie!’ Was the captain’s irritated response. Max ambled into his quarters and sat at his desk. He began to shuffle his papers frowning slightly as he realised what nonsense he’d gathered over the years. The accumulation of knowledge was never wasted, of course, but a lot of it had been... misguided. As he patiently waited for the captain, he began to reorder his books and journals, seeking to recontextualise a lifetime’s worth of work. It could take an age to sort it all. He began to hum to himself.

He was interrupted some time later by someone clearing their throat, making him pause as he was putting a book back into a space in his cabinet. It was the captain, hovering in the doorway uncertainly. She had changed out of her armour, wearing a loose fitting a shirt and casual trousers.

‘Please, come in captain.’ He slid the book back into place and closed the cabinet with a click as the captain stepped in and closed the door, but still she stood there, nervously fiddling with the cuff of her sleeve. ‘Captain are you sure you’re all right? Perhaps you should sit down.’ He reached to touch her but she withdrew , hugging her arms tight around herself. Max slowly lowered his hand, frowning with renewed concern.

‘Can we just... can you just say what you need to say and get this over with? Then I can drop you off wherever you want and we can be on our way.’ The captain was glaring at the floor, reluctant to look at him.

‘Captain... I... what? I’m sorry I don’t understand.’ Max was utterly baffled.

‘You,’ the captain swallowed hard. The vicar realised she was trying not to cry. ‘You’re leaving right?’ There was a pregnant pause.

‘Captain... why do you think I’m leaving?’ Max asked slowly.

‘Because you... you got wanted right?’ The captain swallowed again. ‘You got your answers. So you don’t... you won’t want to stay. That’s the whole reason you joined us on the ship in the first place, right?’ She risked a quick glance at him before looking back at the floor, shoulders tight. Max opened and closed his mouth silently for a moment.

‘Captain... do you have so little faith in me?’ He was quiet and hurt.

‘It’s not that Max it’s...’

‘Is it not?’ He cut her off sharply. She flinched. Max closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could hardly blame her, he realised. Before this endeavour he might have done exactly what she was accusing him of. He would have gotten what he wanted and left immediately to further his goals. Isn’t that what he’d done in Edgewater what felt like a lifetime ago? He had even considered that vey scenario once he’d realised how badly he’d hurt her in Fallbrook. But now, leaving the captain, and the crew, was unthinkable. Not like this.

‘No, captain,’ he said more steadily. ‘I’m not leaving you.’ The captain looked at him now, searching his eyes for the lie. He held her gaze firmly, his heart an open book to her now.

‘You’re really going to stay?’ The captain blinked and a small amount of tension left her shoulders. ‘Then what were you going to talk to me about? Is it about what happened back at the hermit’s place? I did notice you seemed a bit... at odds... with your family.’ Max shook his head. This was not how he had pictured this conversation. He thought it best to let this talk go whichever direction it was heading. Stop trying to control it, he thought to himself, with no small amount of amusement.

‘I wouldn’t say my parents disowned me, strictly speaking,’ his tone was more sombre now. ‘But before they died, they accused me of thoughtlessly abandoning them. I couldn’t understand it. I was only trying to make them proud.’ He went to sit on his bed, frowning at his hands. They used to be more calloused, softening now after years spent studying. ‘I was so certain my potential was wasted as a labourer. I was willing to risk everything just to prove them wrong.’ He shook his head, feeling the old ache well up in his chest. It was less painful than it had been but it was still there. It was going to be difficult to put that burden down, as that ghostly vision of Isadora had urged him to do. The captain came to sit beside him, resting her shoulder against his.

‘You should have heard my folks when I told them I was signing up to the colony ships,’ she said, softly. ‘ ‘“Disappointed” would have been a step up I think.’ She brushed her cool fingertips against his knuckles. He took her hand without hesitation this time, eliciting a smile from her.

‘I know it was just some weird, drug-trip vision thing,’ she continued. ‘But you could tell she loved you, Max.’ The vicar smiled sadly in response.

‘I know.’ They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the captain absentmindedly entwining their fingers and running her thumb gently along his.

‘If that’s not what you wanted to talk about,’ she eventually spoke up. ‘Then what was it.’ He hesitated, then looked down at his fingers entangled with hers. Max took a deep breath and turned to face her, raising his hand to her face, tracing the line of her cheekbone with his thumb, then moving his hand down, lifting her chin. She started to say his name but he cut her off with a kiss. His lips met hers gently, closing his eyes, knowing that if she rejected him that he would need to savour this. She didn’t. As he pushed his hand into her hair she moved her mouth against his more firmly, tracing his bottom lip with her tongue. He groaned softly, the sound muffled by their kiss.

When they eventually separated, they were both breathless.

‘So...’ Max started, but was immediately interrupted by the captain putting her lips back to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling their bodies closer together, only the frustration of clothes between them. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pushed her back onto the bed. When their lips parted, he moved his mouth to her neck, gasping her name as she shifted against him. He slid a hand under her shirt, tracing his thumb against her lowest ribs, desperate to feel her skin against his. As she began to strip him of his vestments, he surrendered completely to this perfect, chaotic moment.

THE END

#the outer worlds #the unreliable #vicar max #maximillian desoto #female captain #fanfic #ellie #felix #nyoka #parvati #slow burn #romance #angst #angst with a happy ending #guilt

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imagine-silk · 1 year

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Could you consider Yandere Parvati or Yandere Nyoka (The Outer Worlds) being overprotective of the Captain of the Unreliable + Reader attempting to escape?

Also, I like your blog.

This has been in the making for a while because I kept getting stuck and then I lost my file of it. But I really wanted to do this.

Parvati

Parvati is very cute. She works with the knowledge you accept her weird quirks and her ramblings. You make her melt in a way that feels safe and hot, like her heart will bleed out of her chest. Around you she swells clearly sick with love.

Generally harmless, more worshiping than executing. The only way it would result in a bloodbath is if you were in danger or if you told her to do it. If you told her to kill everyone in the Board she would do it swelling with pride.

She would only close you off from the world if you almost died. Her heart couldn't take it, it was a bad feeling, like it would break from her chest and run off. So she convinced ADA to seal you in the captain's quarters. No one goes in or out except her.

It makes sense, you are recovering from fatal wounds. She takes real good care of you too. Changes your bandages, feeds you before giving you medicine, gives you sponge baths, even watches serials with you.

That is when you get better you tell her it's okay and you get the first 'no' from her. Why would you leave? You're still so fragile. And as you get better and better and that reason wears off she just doesn't let you leave. Pleading doesn't work, she will give you anything but the outside.

You escape during a power surge on the Unreliable causing the door to open. Parvati is busy fixing it and doesn't notice. And you run not turning back at Felix's call. The ship is out somewhere in the Vale and you run until you find a house of people. You convince them that you need help and so they house you. A few days later Parvati shows up telling you to come back. When you refuse she asks again, hammer in hand. You are clearly not the target If the people try to save you they don't go unscathed. When you get back she quickly reprimands you before showering you with affection.

You stay in a golden cage.

Nyoka

Nyoka has always been a mysterious person with hidden wants. Her drunk mercenary at some points doesn’t seem to add up. She’ll be in the kitchen talking to Ellie having a laugh and then says something completely sober that sounds like a warning, she chuckles it off but it’s clear to take the warning. Moments like that add up.

One day, you're walking back to the Unreliable with Nyoka stumbling and grabbing you like a raft trying to convince you through slurs to go back and drink with her. You scoff and tell her you don’t wanna be there when she starts a bar fight. This doesn’t dissuade her from her ravings. In a moment of frustration you say, “C’mon Nyoka, stop pushing we’re almost there. You’re so heavy. Stand up. You’re not even drunk.” She stops and looks at you with hooded eyes and for a moment you think she’s not faking it. Then she stands up straight and walks into the ship.

You don’t talk about it but when you're out she walks with clear purpose and her eyes rarely leave you. The stare is so blatant that you feel like she wants to throw you in one of the acid pools. But you figure it’s fine because she is always with you but a few paces behind. The second you get into a town the drunk act is on again. You think she’s become harmless even if you don’t fully understand her motives and you’re right about one thing, you don’t understand her motives.

At the bar you order a drink and before you can drink it Nyoka grabs it and pour it on the counter. Before you could protest she pushed her bottle into your hands, took out her flask, and leaned on the counter. She shoots the bartender a glance and he makes no attempt to meet her gaze or clean the murky liquid. The dots click in your head as she says, “Don’t take the drinks here.” The rest of the visit she sits relaxed with sharp eyes.

You take time to note all of the things she does and a pattern appears, she is at her most ruthless when you are threatened. One of your targets was doing the evil monologue when he made a less than tasteful threat to you. Nyoka immediately killed the lackeys and shot his arm off. As he writhed in pain she stepped on his throat and watched him choke out on the floor. When you told her that was unnecessary, that the information he had was now gone, she stepped in front of you and leaned inches away from your face, “Sorry, I got carried away.” The stone look told you she would do it all again in a heartbeat.

After months of these moments things get too out of hand. You go out with her on Monarch where you met her and split up to do your own thing is what you told her. The ship left one member down.

A month later you got a bounty to take down a marauder den out in the Vale. When you get there it looks empty. You all spread out to look for any signs of anyone being here, you go inside. While checking a bin for supplies you hear a familiar click behind you. Slowly you stand with your hands raised and a hand takes the gun from your hip. “You need a better pistol. Even if you did try to shoot me it would have missed.” Turning around she smiles casually at you, hands you the gun, walks out with you to the ship. Felix asks her where she's been and she tells him she had to take care of something.

Nothing ever harms you again.

#the outer worlds #parvati holcomb #parvati x reader #nyoka #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere #ask and you shall receive #thank you for asking!

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