j.r. tolkein

anonymous asked:

FAHC au where both michael and ryan have second jobs as super models but no one knows that they are also part of the notorious AH crew, like no one puts the two together out of some superman is clark kent bs. then it becomes a love square where michael likes ryan but not the vagabond and ryan likes mogar but not michael the model. Magic anon

I love the whole two-person love triangle trope deal - moreover, no one would suspect that the vagabond (who has never taken his mask off, ever) would also be the famous male model, James Ryan. That’s right, he’s so famous he has a first name as a surname. It could have been Ryan James, but Ryan thought it’d be cool for his initials to be J.R. You know, like Tolkein? God he’s a nerd. 

As for Michael, Ryan figures that a.) it would be too weird for there to be two secret super models in the Fake AH Crew, and b.) he always sees Michael post-makeup/hair, so his freckles are usually covered up and his hair is styled in a more appropriate manner. And Mogar never dresses like a model - all that free shit models get goes directly to Gavin, evidently. 

Gavin, as it turns out, is the only one who knows Michael’s a supermodel at first (he got curious about his boi, okay?) they end up going to a lot of fancy galas as one another’s ‘dates’ when they need to kill some high profile target to further the Crew’s goals. But the Vagabond as James Ryan is still very much a secret.

As for Michael, he admires Ryan’s poise and experience. Michael got started with online modeling - which is still a big part of his work, meaning he has a lot of cheesecake type photos for questionable sites in his portfolio. Ryan… always kind of looks down on Michael for that, and Michael’s never done runways or top tier magazines like Ryan has, so the fact that Michael is so famous equates his modelling with him just appealing to the lowest common denominator of consumers. 

While Michael has something of a hero crush and a ‘yeah I may have bought magazines with you on the cover like a decade ago and still save them under my mattress’ on Ryan the model, he’s creeped out by the Vagabond. The guy barely talks, and when he does Michael can hardly understand him through the mask, and he makes a game with Gavin over trying to figure out what the guy is really like and where he lives and such. 

Alternatively, while Ryan rolls his eyes at everything Michael stands for and for ‘bringing the integrity of male modeling even lower than it was when Zoolander came out’, he gets shy and nervous around Mogar. The explosions he creates are strokes of genius, and seeing someone so… unhinged, so unbothered by life, so free, it speaks to him in a way that no other criminal really has, before. He feels like they’re kindred spirits, but he doesn’t want to reveal his identity to talk to the guy and risk everyone knowing who he is. 

God, if Mogar found out the Vagabond was really a supermodel, he’d hate him for sure!

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Then, cue Ryan and Michael’s agents having them do some racy boudoir shots in a series of scandalous outfits and maybe they angrily fuck in the dressing room? 

This is a pencil sketch from a sketchbook I kept in the seventies. The drawing is dated August 18, 1975, which was just over a month before I turned 21. This sketch is based on a scene from “The Hobbit,” which, at the time, I had just recently read. This is the scene where Bilbo and the dwarves are rescued from the wolves by the eagles.

Copyright Vincent Desjardins 2012.

“Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man dwelves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, its flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
Then dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall.
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him.”

—  The Hobbit by J.R. Tolkien, (Chapter The shire, bags end the Unexpected house guest.)