#nancy rejuvenation

[moonpaw]

Mom

[axelcreations]

eh fuck it, Nancy/Tesla yuri :3

will repost with a background at a later date, will do so by Saturday!

[juiceshiru]

for the rejuv requests can I request Tesla or Nancy? Shout out to the moms of all time

[cursezoroark]

bandanna

[pain-del-doge]

chapter 15 spoilers but--

No matter how strong she gets, a mama's girl is always a mama's girl and Luc's ass was completely unprepared for Zeight ;w;

[jazz-kitty]

may i ask for nancy from rejuv 🙏🙏

hes a little quiet but i love him all the same

[lemonade-juley]

Aevia gets handed a shiny female Sylveon by Ren and goes "wait a fucking minute"

[endervention]

i miss Nancy so much ;;

[rozetheeuwu]

Some Nancy/Tesla propaganda

[supercharged-streamer]

Rejuvenation Chapter 5 doodles

A lot to take in that's for sure.

[gamergirlshelby]

I wrote a fic for Pokemon Rejuvenation, and hopefully I will post more stuff relating to it! I legit love Rejuvenation and all of its characters and I am going to try to start posting more fandom stuff because I like making that stuff, and I hope people enjoy seeing that kind of stuff as much as I do. ANYWAY THATS ENOUGH RAMBLES!

The fic is a hurt/comfort fic about my pc having to cope with her trauma because oh my goodness so much stuff happens in this game. Luckily she has a great found family (one of many) that will help her through it!

[moonpaw]

"This is real." "You and I both know that it's not."

[axelcreations]

Been working on Rebornverse character emotes! Here's what I got so far:

Feel free to use these for private use! Please DM me for permission first if you wish to implement these into a public server.

[twixstari]

👁️The Aevium Fashion Show is in season...... 👁️

THE OFFICIAL POKEMON REJUVENATION FASHION COLLAB!! TONS OF ARTISTS, TONS OF CHARACTERS!!!

Credits & Closeups below!!

CREDITS & CLOSEUPS!!!

Particia by @MooneBase !

V, Eizen, Spector, Jenkel & Dylan by @verraformer !

Madame X by @/antstroubled on twitter!

Zetta & Geara by @endervention !

Cassandra & Madelis by @endspace-robot !

Neved & Martin by @pokefangamebrainrot !

Crescent, Kreiss & Rorim B by @deadhunbrew !

Crawli by @sumipain-t !

Narcissa by @Belleloou !

Clear, Rune & Jean by @meshumo !

Flora, Risa, Jolene & Truck Guy by @Primacuey !

Nymiera, Vitus, Comet, Vivian & Tiempa by @cherubinym !

Anju, Spacea & Hazuki by @juiceshiru !

Valarie by @zakura-ss !

Ren, Cosmia & Adam by @/Kazzy_Lmao on twitter !

Ryland by @/@kjnxx__ on twitter!

Karen by @beesbeesbees42 !

Florin by Liseq !

Angie & Variya by @heavenlygale !

Adrest & Jenner by Ghostchan !

The Puppet Master & Mr. Luck by @honnojis !

Erin by @/SpaceSylve on twitter!

M2 by @superdummymags !

Melia by @terajuma ! 

Alice/Allen & Texen by @jazz-kitty !

Amber & Tesla by… hm i wonder

Venam by Playni !

Saki by @Spar-kie ! 

Erick & Talon by @pingoes !

Aelita & Celine by @Pain-del-doge !

Aevia & Goomink by @taelia-dev !

Aevis by @choco-dawn !

Kieran & Ariana by @Kaiciu !

Alain, Thomas & Aero by @kiroonsmoon !

Nastasia by @/squonchypossums on twitter!

Axel, Xara & Kanon by @/aloepias on twitter!

Alexandra, Nim & Damien by @/SuperRealDoctor on twitter!

Eli & Sharon by @/zuru_zui on twitter!

Huey & Lavender by @owlhead650 !

Volta by @/clawothy on twitter!

Nancy & Maman by @GamerGirlShelby !

Ana & Odessa by @AxelCreations !

Mosely by @/Damnedonejika on twitter!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAN!! HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD ONE TODAY :3

[cursezoroark]

more rejuv oc doodles

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 7 all chapters

I knew the pleasure of vexing and soothing him by turns; it was one I chiefly delighted in.

–Jane on Mr. Rochester, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

-It's no real mystery, why you dig out your beloved old copy of Jane Eyre. From the early 1900s, it had seen better days when you’d scored it in the local used book store, many years ago. You’d been a teenager then—and those days were long behind you. It seems you never outgrew your liking of a dark and broody anti-hero.

It’s safer to read about it though, than pursue the real thing.

Lately every time Mr. Wick comes into the shop you feel slightly agitated, as though you don’t quite fit into your own skin. You remember the sensation of his fingertips on yours, like a burn.

Mr. Wick sees you reading your tattered novel on your break, but doesn’t comment. You’ve seen him with old classics in hand and reckon he must be something of an aficionado.  

You put it away in your shoulder bag in the back after the break.

The next day, it’s gone.

You know you left it in your bag. Where the fuck could it have gone? Why would someone fucking steal it?

A couple of weeks later, it reappears on the counter by the register you favor.

You hardly recognize it at first, for it has received an encompassing makeover. It has new leather covers with gorgeous embossed gold lettering, and marbled end papers, and the tattered thread of the binding repaired. There are gilded arabesques on the spine and delicately drawn climbing flowers on the cover. You wouldn’t have even thought it the same book, if not for the intricately printed title page unique to your edition, with an old pencil mark in the corner you recognize.

Such a restoration would have cost a fortune.

You knew, because you’d looked into it.  

Further compounding the mystery, there is a beautiful jacquard embroidered ribbon bookmark inside. It’s on the page where Rochester has sat Jane down in the arbor, and is telling her that she has rejuvenated him from his unhappy existence without actually admitting anything, asking in the most roundabout way possible if it would be so very bad to take a second wife who would make him a new man, while his first is still living, the big idiot.

“Is the wandering and sinful, but now re-seeking and repentant, man justified in daring the world’s opinion, in order to attach to him for ever this gentle, gracious, genial stranger, thereby securing his own peace of mind and regeneration of life?”

Jane tells him, of course, that a man shouldn’t base his redemption on another person, but within himself. You are not sure you would have had the strength to speak so frankly to a man you secretly loved.

Well, maybe you would.

You are utterly mystified by the whole thing, to say the least.

But later, you are browsing the local book store, and the owner is reading Anna Karenina in what looks like freshly bound leather. The style looks familiar.

“Did you have that restored?” you ask, feeling like Nancy Drew hot on the trail of a fresh lead.

“Yeah, that new guy in town, John Wick did it for me. He says he’s just a hobbyist, but he does amazing work. Usually you have to send off to Florence for quality like this, seriously. It’s a dying art.”

Darren lets you look at the book, and you are impressed by the craftsmanship.

The spine decoration matches yours. There is a plate in the back that proclaims: Bound by John Wick.

The sneak.

You are touched to the tips of your toes, your heart filled with butterflies. Was the bookmark purposely left on that page, or just a random placement?

You hardly dare hope, and tell yourself it’s an invention of your own fancy. The gift of the book is magnificent enough. No need to further muddle things with secret communications that aren’t really there.

The next day you approach Mr. Wick’s table with hands on your hips, affecting annoyance. “You stole my book.”

He actually has the grace to look sheepish about it, casting those lovely dark eyes downwards.

“Yeah.”

“Thanks. I really love it.” It’s the understatement of the century.

He looks up through his hair, the surprised sparkle in his eyes taking your breath away. Suddenly, he looks ten years younger.  

“Yeah?”

The corners of your mouth twitch. This man speaks like he’s paying five cents per word, you swear. “Yeah. Why didn’t you tell me you bind books?”

He just shrugs, and you cannot help but laugh.

“I’ve never owned anything so fine. Thank you, truly.”

 He nods again, and you sense that you’re maybe making him uncomfortable with your gratitude. You suspect it’s not why he did it at all.

“Will you show me sometime? How you do it?”

There is a flash of something dark in his eyes before he turns his attention back down to his own book. It feels like dismissal, but you have no idea what he’s hiding underneath it all.

Still waters run deep.

“Anytime you want,” he offers as you turn to go.  

You smile at him over your shoulder as you go back to your station, a secret lightness fluttering in your heart. On your break you flip through your refurbished book once more, taking even more pleasure in it knowing that John poured over every detail of it. You don’t know much about bookbinding or leather work, but you suspect he freehanded the little flowers on the front, and that moves you to your toes.

You flip to one of your favorite scenes because you find it so funny, when Jane puts out the fire that nearly burned Rochester up in his sleep, because undoubtedly he’d drank too much earlier to easily rouse, the lovesick scoundrel. Afterwards he doesn’t want her to leave but can’t outright keep her in his room without behaving an absolute blackguard.

“Strange energy was in his voice, strange fire in his look.”

You cannot help but glance up at your tall dark bookworm in the corner, an aching warmth spreading in your heart for the sight of his furrowed brow, his concentration (you think) focused on the tome in his hands.

You know you are a ridiculous thing.