Midnight Sun

There is always a chance I'll start again, but I just can't find the muse for it right now. So, until then... This blog is going on an indefinite hiatus and I'm sorry to all of my lovely rp partners. I adore you all.

It was very interesting that Emil was so much bigger than the rest of the gamma mutates. Of course, all of them - save for Samuel - were bigger than Rhys, and it still took a bit for him to get used to it. It was thrilling to be surrounded by giants, but he still had trouble getting over just how immense Emil was. Like a small mountain. Like a tree... like, well, like a giant even among other giants. Why did it turn him on so much? Rhys was hopeless, wasn't he? He was also well aware that any gamma mutate could smell arousal, so he knew that Emil was no different. There was no point in feeling shame or trying to deny it when Rhys knew that it was futile. He didn't really care to deny it, either. A slight squeak escaped him when he felt Emil's claws tap against his lower back. Oh. Now that was... dangerous. Fuck. He just wanted this man even more. "D-definitely wouldn't want t'at," he agreed, a little breathless. But it seemed that the man was done flirting in an instant, and Rhys felt rather like he had whiplash from how composed Emil seemed right then. What a tease. "Oh. Umm.... I should be able to figure out which items are which. I can always ask for help if I need to. " Rhys assured with a little smile. He still needed a little time to recover from all of that rather heated flirting. Thank god they weren't going to go out until a little bit later. He was going to need some time to calm himself down. He wasn’t used to being teased quite like that.

"Nah, mostly I jus' steal, so eh... Greed? Mm, maybe lust too. I've been known to be horny."

Rhys flinched slightly in response to how the green man -- boy, rather -- yelled so suddenly. He wasn't scared. Not exactly. Even though Hulk was big, Rhys really wasn't scared of any side of him. They were friends, and he knew that the Hulk would never hurt him on purpose. Which was exactly why he had said what he did. It was okay for the Hulk to be scared. In this situation, anyone would have been scared. Everything had been so loud. People were hateful and angry. Even Rhys had been scared, but he could take care of himself. It wasn't as if any of it was the Hulk's fault. "Hulk hasn't been bad," he said in a gentle voice, in an attempt to be reassuring. He reached out slowly and offered a smile. "We all lose control sometimes, yea? It's okay. I've done it too. Please don't t'ink yer bad." He would stay by the Hulk's side until things calmed down. Rhys felt that was the right decision, and then they could go find the others. He knew what it was like to feel scared. Hell, he knew what it felt like when he thought people would be angry with him. Rhys had been the subject of many people's ire before. His own parents had blamed him for so many things, so he understood why Hulk was so sad and afraid. The Hulk didn't need to feel that all alone, though. Rhys was his friend, and friends stuck together. They protected each other and comforted each other, and that was what he was going to do. Besides, things were chaotic and Rhys wasn't sure he wanted to go looking for the others right then. It was dangerous and he wasn't exactly looking to walk into people with guns who wanted to hurt non-human folks. "Why don't we wait a while? If t'ings calm down we can go find Jen an'... Maybe get ice cream or somet'ing later? Plus it'd be safer if we stuck toget'er, right?"

Eleven feet tall was an incredibly large stature for most people. Even compared to the hulks, Emil was a giant. Of course, Rhys had quite an inclination towards more... monstrous people, and he found Emil's height intriguing - and sexy - more than anything. The idea that Emil did whatever he could to be gentle, too, would have made Rhys more of a brat than he already was if he knew. Suffice to say, Rhys was highly interested in Emil. He did not know yet that the taller man had fangs and claws. Although he could have guessed, and once he knew he would have been drawn in even more. What could Rhys say? Danger was sexy, especially with that lovely accent that Emil had. A soft 'oh' escaped him at the way Emil purred as he spoke. Fuck. Rhys was a goner at this rate. He was more sure than ever that what Emil said was true. Flattery and cute nicknames were certainly better than intimidation could ever be, and so was the way that Emil crouched before him. Rhys could sense the change with both his shadow, and the slight shift of the air when Emil moved. The man still dwarfed him, and the thought made Rhys blush slightly. Why was he like this? Well, whatever. He didn't mind indulging in his own attraction if Emil seemed interested, and he was fairly certain that the lizard mutate was interested. Or at least very good at acting. A little smirk spread across his lips in response to Emils slip of words. "Oh, I don't mind runnin' a few errands for yeh at all... so long as yer willing to also find out what a tight fit I am if I do a good job." He was certain that Emil had made the slip on purpose. Rhys was much less sly with his words, but he could give as good as he got when it came right down to it. He wanted to flirt with this giant lizard man, and hell, maybe he would get to show Emil a good time.

He seemed to think about it for a moment. Mostly, it had been genuine interest. The idea of riding on the back of any kind of 'taur' sounded appealing. However, there was no reason why he couldn't have meant it in the other sense. This was Wulf, and Rhys' attraction for him was great no matter what form the man seemed to be in. "Mm... M'really down to do eit'er if yer interested," he replied, laughter in his voice. Although his cheeks did darken when he said it out loud. Was it weird? He really hoped that Wulf didn't find that sort of response strange. It wasn't as if they weren't already intimate, and Rhys certainly had a curiosity about more... monstrous beings, so to speak. Especially since he had a decent amount of time with Wulf in that form. Rhys wasn't sure he would've been able to keep his hands off of Wulf for an entire month. It was too long! Otherwise, he really did find the idea of riding on the now wolf-taur's back a lot of fun. Ragnarok would definitely like that, he was sure. They could have a fun time running free together. They could tackle the more intimate desire of Rhys' later. "Sure. I t'ink t'at would be fun. An' yer prob'ly right, Ragnarok would enjoy runnin' alongside for once. Plus it's prob'ly a good way for yeh to get used to yer new form while yeh have it."

Though it hadn't at all been a joke when Rhys had called Jen his 'wife', he wouldn't have been hurt if she had told him she wasn't ready for marriage. He wasn't entirely in the know about her previous marriages, and he would have understood why she seemed so awkward right then had he been. It didn't change that he would have been very happy if they did get married, though. Jen would have been a wonderful wife and he would have done his best to be a husband worthy of her. "Mm," he grunted slightly as she set him down. He gave a slight nod of understanding, too, when she mentioned that strangers asking those sorts of questions was... unfavourable. Rhys knew that she was famous, but he hadn't quite realised that tended to be such a problem. Guilt wormed its way into his gut. It had been his own fault that the server had asked such a thing. He hadn't meant to draw out the invasive questions. Rhys was far from tactful, but at least he had enough sense to know that he had been the one at fault. "I'm... I'm very sorry, Jenny. I hadn't realised that he was goin' to get quite so, eh... personal?" It wasn't exactly the right word, but it had been the only one that came to mind right then. Still, he perked up a bit when Jen seemed to react favourably to his suggestion. A broad grin stretched across his face and he reached over to take her hand. Window shopping for a nice dress for her sounded just fine to him. It was an honest-to-god shame that few - if any - stores actually catered to the tall and muscular super-powered women of the world. Anyone who realised they could have capitalised on that market would have made a fortune. "Aw sure," he agreed, still grinning."I'd like t'at. 'Sides, I'll have a much easier time imaginin' yeh in a nice dress if yeh describe 'em. But, um.. T'anks for, y'now, humouring me. I dunno if yeh want to marry me in t' future, but it's a really nice fantasy to be yer husband."

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Everything had been so disorienting. Rhys hadn't at all known where he had ended up, or even how he got there. He was sure he had been in Samuel's lab only a few minutes prior... Whatever. All that he knew was that he was in an unfamiliar place, and at that moment he heard a familiar voice. The silhouette wasn't exactly one he recognised, but the voice itself sounded much like Rick's. Perhaps a little older. Hulks didn't exactly age, so maybe older wasn't the right descriptor. Deeper? Raspier? Something like that. On top of it all, the owner of said voice knew him. This had to be Rick then, right? He wasn't too sure, at least until Rick actually introduced himself. Re-introduced? Either way, Rick had said his own name and the smaller man felt a little more at ease. Not completely, of course. There was still the question of where he was and why the hell Rick seemed to have changed so much, but he didn't feel quite as scared. "Rick? How'd yeh get so big? He asked, unable to hide the little smile that threatened to overtake his face. "Yer voice is a wee bit diff'rent, too. I, uh, I'm not in an alternate dimension am I?" That would have explained a lot. Although he sort of doubted that Rick knew him in many dimensions other than their own. Either way, there was something... off about all of this.

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He was way too fluffy. Between his natural hair and the fluff of rabbit fur, Rhys wondered if he looked like some sort of mutant dandelion. And yes, he knew dandelions were fluffy even without seeing them. He'd touched some before! This was just too much, though. Even he could admit that there was such a thing as too fluffy, at least when it came to himself. This was truly humiliating. At least Jen loved it, but Rhys felt a bit like a living stuffed animal. How the hell was he going to get used to hopping everywhere? The body was unwieldy! Rhys would have to practice balancing properly to be able to move anywhere on top of having to pay even further attention to what the shadows told him. At least the giant ears now attached to his head would help him with his senses a bit. Rhys sighed softly as Jen snuggled into him, and then smiled a little. With her by his side, he was sure this wouldn't be so bad. It would be weird and a little uncomfortable at first, but not bad. "Yea," he agreed and tilted his head to return the kiss. Someone would surely fix him. Until then, he'd just have to learn to live as a half-man half-rabbit and hope for the best. If nothing else, he could enjoy being lazy and flopping about the base instead of doing much else. And Jen would give him all the attention he could ever want! "Oh? What sorts of hoppin' do yeh have in mind, my goddess? I suppose yer right, t'ough. Now I can even reach t' top cupboards in t' kitchen... er, I'll have to be careful, t'ough."

Whatever things Red had been transformed into before, there was no way that they had been as cute as this. Although, that was probably why he was so angry to begin with. Rhys, on the other hand, was delighted. He knew Red well enough to tease him over this and there was even a chance he could actually pet something akin to a bear. Not that Red was any less dangerous than a bear, but he was less likely to tear Rhys' face off for coming near him. The shape of the bear body was just too inviting... He could just sense the delightful roundness about the form, and the roundness of those ears. Truly, Rhys was a sucker for fluffy things, including his friends when they happened to have been changed in such a way. He felt a bit bad about it, but what could he do? Nothing. Other than pet a bear while he had a chance. "Can I? Really?!" The excitement in his voice was palpable. He was allowed to touch the ears! Of course, he'd be respectful. Just a little pat. Red wasn't an animal, after all. Rhys couldn't just pat and baby him the way he would have a dog, or a bear. He practically ran over to where Red sat. Although, he slowed himself once he stood in front of the newly-turned bear-taur. With the slightest bit of hesitancy, he reached up to gently grip one of the ears between his fingers. A delighted shiver ran through him and he let out a laugh. Yeah, he really was a sucker. Honestly, Rhys was truly lucky he'd never been hurt over his love of cute, fluffy things before. "T'ank yeh. I, eh... I hope it gets fixed soon, but if yeh want any help wit' brushin' yer fur or anyt'ing... well, yeh know who to ask"

It was a lot to take in. Sudden sight was damn near painful. His eyes had been sensitive before - and seemed sensitive in a different way now - and everything was an odd jumble of bright and vibrant shapes. At least he somewhat recognised the shapes. His powers had always given him a decent idea of what things were shaped like, but it was all incredibly disorienting. On top of it all, his body felt odd. Rhys wouldn't have been certain that this was a fear of his. He wasn't exactly afraid of becoming a monster in the way that Lace was. He feared the idea of becoming a monster in the way that some of the humans he had met were. Monsters that were hidden in plain sight. He flinched slightly at the sound of his voice. It finally dawned on him. They were in each other's bodies, but how. Why? He didn't know. He didn't understand! All he knew was that he needed to keep control of his emotions right then, or else all hell could break loose. Lace's powers were nothing to scoff at. With a deep breath to steady himself, he peered over at where he had heard his voice. There was something - someone, rather - that was pale and rather bright and he knew it was his own body that he saw. This was too fucking weird! How was he supposed to stay calm when he was like this? He had to, but it was going to be a struggle. "I... I know," he said in a low intonation, and marvelled for a moment at Lace's voice coming from his throat. Though the thought of doctors touching them. Touching him to try to fix them was enough to send his heart racing. Could they fix this shit? Wouldn't this have been beyond even their capabilities? Sure, they could genetically modify people into generational monsters, but fixing an entire... mind-swap, or whatever, was probably damn near impossible. He was going to have to be so heavily medicated until it was fixed, though. Otherwise things would end up very badly. He snorted softly and moved to walk over, still forcing himself to breathe slowly and steadily. "Yeh get used to it. I can help tie it back so it won't get in yer face, yea?" He wanted to laugh at the idea that he still had his accent, but it made sense. That was more of a learned thing than something innate. "In fact, I'd better help yeh wit' it. Or else yer gonna pull it one way or anot'er. Sitting on it hurts real bad. After t'at... we'll figure out what we gotta do, okay?"

Maybe he hadn't needed to go first, at least not in everyone else's eyes. Rhys could have waited until last, but then he would have known all of their pain and possible humiliation without them knowing his. It seemed unfair for his... his family to share such a thing when he wouldn't have been able to properly offer up his own nightmares. They were in this together, weren't they? He was as much a part of this as everyone else was. Rhys was aware that his doubts in himself - and as a part of their team - were a little misplaced. He'd never had the best self-esteem, but he tried to be more confident for Jen and Sam, and for himself. Still... the doubts lingered, and Rhys doubted they would go away any time soon. A shudder worked its way through his body. He hated this. He hated it. There was a reason he never shared his past. It was painful and humilating. Self-loathing rose into his throat like a lump and tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. Now they knew, and he couldn't exactly hide it away again. 'What's done is done.' He thought to himself bitterly. It was over quickly, but he still felt drained and embarrassed. There was nothing to be embarrassed over, of course, but he still felt it. Shame had been ingrained into him at a young age for just about any reason, and he never had been able to shake it. He was different. He was queer. He was a mutant, and he felt shame. So much burning shame. It angered him, but he would just have to get over it. He realeased the orb and made a slight sound of surprise as he was immediately pulled into a hug. Rhys damn near melted into Jen's arms, his own winding around her automatically. She was so wonderful. He rather wished they could have stayed like that forever. He could have forgotten his shame if he could have just stayed in her arms for eternity. Even better when Samuel joined the embrace. In spite of trying to hold back his tears, they still fell. He sighed softly and tried to gather himself. "M'okay. I promise. But... T'ank yeh, bot' of yeh. I... I love yeh, yea?"