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Winn

#winn

[roughridingrednecks]

Winn Naw. I never pull out. Sorry.

#winn #tongue #redneck #cap #stubble #looking down

[writergeekrhw]

Do you have any insight into what the intention was when adding Bareil to the show? He's one of the few characters on DS9 that felt really half-formed and I've always wondered what you were going for with this guy. Thanks for taking the time to answer our questions and hope you had a good new year!

Well, since I created him, I can probably speak to that.

Bareil was added to show a positive, progressive side to the Bajoran faith in contrast with Winn. We planned the Bareil/Winnn struggle for control of Bajor to be big thread going forward in Season 2 and beyond, but after the opening three-parter of Season 2, Paramount wanted less Bajor and more Gamma Quadrant. The Dominion story began to assert itself, which meant less time for the Bajorans.

Initially, we even thought that Bareil might end up Kai, further dividing Kira's loyalties. But we realized that Winn was the more interesting and challenging character. So we made her Kai instead.

The romance with Kira was promising for a while, but ultimately it played its course, and we felt that a relationship with Odo had more promise. So... yeah. Cue tragedy.

#star trek #ds9 #star trek ds9 #star trek deep space 9 #deep space 9 #star trek deep space nine #deep space nine #tvwriting #tv writing #ask me stuff #ask me anything #winn #bareil #bajor

[startrekvsfaceapp]

Totally in character for both of them

#star trek #shitposting #star trek shitposting #deep space 9 #star trek deep space 9 #deep space nine #star trek deep space nine #ds9 #star trek ds9 #garak #elim garak #winn #kai winn #war on christmas

[rrrawrf-writes]

whatever you want

“Just when you think you’d hit rock bottom.”

Winn flinched at Rembrandt’s voice, turning to glare at him over his shoulder. His eyes were overbright with tears, and he blinked, hard, to bring Rembrandt into focus.

He leaned against the door with a smirk, electric baton hanging from his wrist. Winn’s power latched onto it instinctively, tracking every slight movement that came from how Rembrandt adjusted himself.

“What do you want?” Winn demanded, his voice hoarse. Even though Rembrandt was a full six meters away, Winn still found himself taking a step back, unconsciously searching for a way out and away.

Rembrandt gave him a sly smile. “I just wanted to come see it for myself,” he said airily. “Come see all the hope disappear from your life.”

Winn blinked again, then gave in, rubbing at his eyes with his sleeve. “Fuck off.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” Rembrandt said. He tilted his head, watching Winn. “No one from the police, no one from the Liberty Guard, not even MI?”

Winn’s shoulders hunched up. Of everyone, he’d thought that at least Eli - but Winn had burned that bridge. He’d burned every bridge, turned every friend he’d ever had into an enemy, and now he had no one to help when he needed it most.

“Did you do this?” he asked Rembrandt. Winn glanced towards the window where Scorch had disappeared from, the fire escape probably still warm from his passing by. “Did you take her?”

“Miss Griffith? No.” Rembrandt shook his head, enjoying the dull look of defeat on Winn’s face. He wasn’t leaving, despite the fire escape being the easiest exit in the world for the thief. That only meant that Rembrandt had judged right. “Though if I’d known that was the surest way to get you to cooperate, I certainly would have considered it.”

“You’re an asshole,” Winn muttered, but for once, there was no bite to the words. 

“Maybe, but I’m the only asshole here with resources.” Rembrandt straightened up from the wall, prowling closer. Winn took half a step towards the open window, but nothing more than that, staring bleakly at the ground. “And not only resources, but contacts. Alliances. With the people that took her.” He stopped, within reach, and for once, Winn wasn’t running. He wasn’t fighting, or yelling, or taking a swing. He just stood there, eyes on the ground, shoulders slumped, the inevitability settling on him with the weight of certainty.

Rembrandt had him, and he hadn’t even needed to do anything.

“I can get her back, Winn,” Rembrandt said quietly. He tilted his head to one side, trying to get a better look at Winn’s face, at the tears on his cheeks that glinted in the night lights of the city that shone through the window. “But then she will be with me. She will still be in danger. She always will be, won’t she?”

Winn bit his tongue until he tasted blood. He didn’t reply, because they both knew what the answer was. Rhiannon would always be in danger, as long as she was here. As long as Winn was here. 

Rembrandt glanced out the window, enjoying the view for a while. For once, it was silent, and it was refreshing. No cursing, no demands, no crying or screaming or gunshots. “I wish you were like this more often,” Rembrandt remarked idly. He gave Winn a knife’s edge of a smile, and reached over. Winn tensed, but didn’t move, except for a flinch when Rembrandt settled his hand on Winn’s shoulder.

He only had to press down a little, and Winn’s knees hit the floor. Rembrant could have sung.

“This is the end of her year studying abroad, isn’t it?” Rembrandt asked conversationally, still watching the Boston nightlife. Winn nodded, numb as he stared at Rembrandt’s polished shoes. “When she goes home, she’ll be safe. I can make sure she’ll get there, and I can make sure she’ll stay safe. But that, of course, will take a trade.”

He looked down at Winn, unable to stop a smirk. Rembrandt stooped, just so he could curl his fingers around Winn’s jaw, forcing him to look up. His eyes were damp with tears. “What will you trade me, Winn?”

Winn stared at him, chest tight. He had a knife in his pocket. This close, he could probably slit Rembrandt’s throat before the other man had a chance. But then - Rhiannon would be gone. 

Forever.

His shoulders dropped. His hands curled in on themselves, and numbly, Winn said, “Whatever you want.”

Rembrandt smiled. Finally, he had him.

Whatever you want.

#winn #rembrandt #iwrite #superpowerverse

[lightsprouts]

Real fast character lineup of my Star Wars OCs

Winn, Ostin, Rann, Seafoam, R6-E37 (Reel), Shinn, Khol, & Sang

#star wars #ocs #art #cartooning #illustration #jedi #smuggler #clone #clone trooper #r6 #engineer #galaxys edge #nautolan #rodian #droid #mirialan #mandalorian #winn #ostin jun #sang cabur #shinn seriz #seafoam #r6e37 #khol shokana

[i-mythical-concept-art]

Quick ref and new style test. I was not planning on this much shading (so time consuming!) but it looks soooooo nice.

New way of drawing eyes and I dunno if we're gonna stick with it or not. Also not sold on the black spotting, it feels a bit too comic book-ey (I mean, it should, lol, but I want some soft sparkly shoujou vibes too) but we plan to abuse Screen filters like crazy for color grading and I think that will cut down the contrast a lot. And this line style is very fast and loose so it's worth it for that reason.

Anyway, this is one of three quick refs before we do our longest test episode yet, stay tuned.

#imythicalwebtoon #winn #Wednesday #webtoon #oc art #oc reference #werewolf #original comic

[disarmluna]

Viola Davis with her Best Actress SAG Award in 2012

#2012 #viola davis #fashion #style #the help #sag awards #winn #winner

[azsud]

this is my art

#roxy lalonde #roxy #winn

[rustingcat]

Part 5

Continuing Pokemon AU!

This time you get 2 in one post!

Brainy

It was Brainy's third time taking the gym challenge. He was known as one of strongest competitors, always making it to at the very least the quarterfinals.

That was one of the reasons that made Kelly ask for his help investigating a suspicious location she discovered, while she was otherwise occupied with her gym duties.

He must've saw something he shouldn't have because next thing he knows, the champion disqualified him for inappropriate behaviour, therefore banning him from most locations while the gym challenge is going on.

Not long after he started this year's challenge, Brainy crossed paths with Nia. Nia immediately caught his interest though he couldn't say why. They bumped into each other several time, each time their interaction strached longer. Simple greetings became deep discussions and simple snacks on the side of the road became dinners. And before he knew it he was kissing her and oh god he is kissing Nia! Nia and Brainy started dating. She helped lifting him up after his disqualification and he encouraged her with her challenge.

With the help of Kelly, who felt bad, and his proven abilities in past championships, Brainy was chosen as the new water gym leader right after the competition.

Winn

It was Winn's first time in the competition. He wasn't great when it came to pokemon fights, his strengths always were in tech and fixing machines. But everyone he knew did the challenge so he begged Kelly to sponsor him, which she did.

He did better than expected.

For exactly two gyms before he came across Alex's fire gym. He just couldn't defeat her no matter what team combinations he tried.

After most of the competitors either dropped out or passed Alex, he decided to drop out as well and help Brainy with creating an appeal to re enter the competition.

Brainy and Winn became good friends after that. So it wasn't really a surprise when Brainy asked him to help him redesign his gym and create a more complex pipe system for the challengers. He also acts as one of the random gym encounters.

(Working on this AU really made me want to start another Pokemon Sword Nuzlock, wish me luck!)

part 4 Part 6

#so I thought for some reason that drawing 2 in one picture will be faster for some reason... #it wasnt. it really wasn't #it took me soooo long to finish this one! #the main reason I gave brainy a seismitoad was because I thought the dotes-things on his body resemble brainy's 3 dots #supergirl #supercorp #my art #pokemon au #pokemon au part 5 #pokemon #braniac 5 #brainy #Winn #winn schott #brania

[gleesongtournament]

Glee Song Tournament Round 1

#glee #glee song tournament #glee polls #santana lopez #mercedes jones #brittany pierce #finn hudson #will schuester #group: the troubletones #winn #song: rumor has it/someone like you #song: bye bye bye/i want it that way #season 3 #3x06 #episode: mash up #season 4 #4x16 #episode: feud #mash ups #round 1

[roughridingrednecks]

Winn Go fuck yourself...on second thought, bend over and I'll do it for ya.

#winn #redneck #fuck you #tongue #beanie #stubble

[eszart]

sketches of new ocs, I'm having fun with those pretty boys

#eszart oc #winn #Hoku #wizard #dog #oc

[startrekvsfaceapp]

#star trek #faceapp #winn #vedek winn #kira #kira nerys #major kira #deep space 9 #star trek deep space 9 #deep space nine #star trek deep space nine #ds9 #star trek ds9 #the collaborator

[rrrawrf-writes]

writing? on this blog??? it's more likely than you think!

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The back of Winn’s head slammed into the wall, and if it weren’t for the hand around his neck, pressing in on his windpipe, he would have slumped to the ground. He choked on blood, reaching up to grab Rembrandt’s wrist. Winn fought for breath from the pressure on his throat and the coppery taste filling his mouth from where he bit his tongue.

“I cannot begin to explain how much I hate you,” Rembrandt whispered, leaning in. He didn’t so much as flinch as Winn dug his fingernails into his wrist. When Winn finally had the presence of mind enough to scrabble at Rembrandt’s face, Rembrandt just grabbed his forearm and shoved Winn’s arm against the wall. Then he slammed a knee up between Winn’s legs.

Like this, Rembrandt didn’t have the leverage he needed to really strangle Winn to death. He slackened off just a little, just to listen to the bastard piece of shit whimper and wheeze for breath.

The bar was empty. Rembrandt reached over to grab one of the bottles from the countertop, taking a quick swig. “I told you to fucking listen to me, Yale.”

Winn coughed as Rembrandt let up the pressure a little more. “You were takin’ too long,” he mumbled. Rembrandt felt Winn’s shaking hand brush against his leg, probably towards his pocket, and kneed him again, making Winn yelp.

“I was doing things the right way,” Rembrandt hissed. “Which gets results. Unlike you.”

“You were just drinking,” Winn sneered, though his voice was a thin, strained whine from pain. He’d at least stopped trying to pick Rembrandt’s pocket. “Not even the good shit -”

His words choked off as Rembrandt jammed the opening of the bottle between Winn’s teeth, tipping it upwards until Winn was choking from the blood, the liquor, and Rembrandt’s weight still crushed against his throat. He struggled weakly; when Rembrandt felt Winn’s hands slip off his wrist, he pulled the bottle away.

Winn retched, or tried to. “Fuck,” he gasped weakly, after a few moments. Rembrandt’s hand and sleeve were covered in blood and spittle and tears. He’d make Winn clean it out later. Coughing, Winn managed, “Let me go -”

Rembrandt slammed the now-empty bottle against the bar, making Winn jump as the end of it shattered, leaving the jag-ended neck in his hand. “I’m over this,” he warned Winn in a low voice. “I don’t need your help to get this done, no matter what they said.”

“Leggo, then.”

Rembrandt snorted. “Not fucking likely,” he told Winn. He pressed the sharp glass under Winn’s jaw, just above his own hand, and not particularly caring about if he cut himself or not. “If I do, you’ll just fuck it up even more.”

Winn went still under the threat to his jugular, fear flashing in his green eyes. But then that fear faded, and, in spite of everything, he grinned.

Rembrandt hated that grin.

“You - You can’t kill me,” Winn rasped shakily, pressing the back of his hand against Rembrandt’s wrist, a casual (relatively) attempt at brushing the bottle away.

Rembrandt’s lip curled, and then he jammed his knee into Winn’s groin for the third time. Winn yelped, scrabbling at Rembrandt’s wrist.

“Can’t believe you even have enough balls to feel that,” Rembrandt seethed, pressing his weight against Winn to keep him pinned against the wall, before the asshole could slither his way free. He shifted, moving his hand from Winn’s throat, but only to replace it with his forearm, and used his hand to grip the collar of Winn’s shirt, working it up just enough to bare a sliver of skin around the other man’s waist.

He trailed the jagged ends of the broken glass along Winn’s stomach, watching him shiver at the feeling. “No one’s here to stop me, Winn.”

Winn laughed - or tried to, anyway. It was a thin, scraping sort of weak ha-ha. “They’ll know,” he managed, still trying to speak through the pressure against his throat. “‘M tagged, ‘member?”

Rembrandt had almost forgotten. He glanced down, the device around Winn’s wrist masquerading as a Fitbit, but also tracking Winn’s position along with his pulse. Rembrandt, of course, didn’t have one - he wasn’t the flight risk, here. 

He also, unfortunately, wasn’t the one constantly in danger of getting killed. He was in danger of revealing that part of himself to the damn feds, though, every second that he spent in Winn’s company.

Tragically, though, Winn was right. Rembrandt stared him down a moment longer, sliding the glass upwards, until he could feel the ridges of Winn’s ribs.

Then he pressed in.

“Ah - fuck!” Winn started struggling again, bucking against Rembrandt as a fresh wave of tears welled up in his eyes. “Shit - Remy!” His voice broke, as Rembrandt dug the glass in, and then twisted.

He could hear and feel the glass twist and break in Winn’s ribs, under the fresh new sobbing and pleading. “S-Stop, fuck, please - pleasepleaseplease -”

“You got into a barfight,” Rembrandt said, his voice cold and flat. He leaned in, his words whispering against Winn’s ear as he spoke. He ground the glass in even more, as far as he possibly could, as Winn’s words broke off into a pained whine that kept climbing in pitch. “We didn’t find out what we needed. I had to pull your ass out of the fire.”

He let off the pressure a little, only to shift the bottle a bit higher up, to a new spot, and then dig in again. “That’s what you’ll tell them. Do you understand?”

“Mikey,” Winn gasped. With a snarl, Rembrandt stabbed him again.

“Do you understand.”

“Yes!” Winn’s voice broke as he squirmed, trying his best to wriggle away from the broken glass - most of which was now embedded and broken off in his side at this point. “Please!”

After a moment longer, Rembrandt finally leaned back, taking his arm away from Winn’s throat. Without the support, Winn slid down the wall, trying to breathe and sob both at the same time.

Rembrandt stared down at the pathetic heap for a moment longer, then tossed the bottle into the trash. “You don’t look like you’ve been in a bar fight,” he said casually, and kicked Winn in the face. The heel of his shoe cut the skin in a satisfying semicircle under Winn’s eye, and he rolled his eyes at the fresh wave of cursing and crying. Rembrandt used the toe of his shoe to ruck Winn’s shirt up again, until he could see the blood streaming from the crushed glass. He pressed his shoe right on the spot, until Winn writhed underneath the pressure.

“You never call me Mikey again,” Rembrandt said quietly. He waited until he thought he’d heard some sort of concession in the midst of Winn’s sobbing and whining, then continued, “You follow my plans from here on out. Understood?”

He cocked his head. He’d barely heard it, but he knew Winn well enough by now to know that he’d just said fuck you instead of the more proper yes, sir.

Rembrandt brought his foot down sharply, and this time he heard more than just glass snap and crackle under his heel. “What was that?”

This time, Winn’s whimpering was unintelligible. That was good enough for Rembrandt. He straightened up, finding a cloth napkin off the countertop to wipe as much of the blood from his hands that he could.

“I’ll call your handler in,” he said blandly, already turning away to leave Winn huddled there at the base of the bar. “Fuck this up again, Winn, and I will kill you, feds be damned.”

#writing #iwrite #winn #rembrandt #blood tw #of course the writing is winn torture #i don't do anything else uwu

[rrrawrf-rewrites]

You might enjoy City Boy- it's a very new series by DC (only one issue published), but the first issue gives some Winn & Rembrandt vibes. The "city boy" (Cameron Kim) isn't quite as much of a little shit as Winn is, though.

oooooo!!!!!! thank you for the recommendation o3o

i don't generally read a lot of dc/marvel comics but since this seems to be the first of a series, i'll actually check this one out! comic universes tend to intimidate me because i don't want to have to know all the knowledge just to understand a single storyline lol

i googled tho and city boy looks hella fun tho!!!

#asks #kl-writes #winn #rembrandt