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still trying to figure out my digital art style so here's my favourite girl

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A heartbreaking drabble that @onlyathief never asked for.

When she was little, Anna Marie wore her heart on her sleeve. But after years of pain, abandonment, and loss she protected it better. Anna Marie wore her heart on her sleeve, but Rogue held it cupped in her hands. Safe. Secure. Still seen but held tight for protection. Reserved. Even a clever thief had not quite managed to slip the fragile beating thing from her grip. Rogue was strong like that. Stubborn like that. Look. Touch. But he couldn’t just have it. That was too dangerous.

And so, they danced around each other, her heart beating like a drum. Setting the tempo of the couple’s give and take. Flight and embrace. Alright, she was always the one fleeing. But the thief waited with patience that was far too saintly for his rakish reputation. He waited her to stop running and resume their dance.

He never left.

Not ‘til now.

What was that song she’d heard growing up? Dust in the Wind. Her adopted mom played that song all the time and Anna never understood why. It was so melancholy for the taste of a woman usually so joyful. It came to Rogue now. The lyrics hauntingly played in her mind as she stared down at her empty arms, which until just a second before had held Remy so close. So desperate as she begged him to hold on and confessed that she loved him. Neither Anna nor Rogue ever told a man that before.

I close my eyes Only for a moment, and the moment's gone.

Tears poured like rain down her cheeks. Silent though. Silent and shocked at the inexplicable loss. At the emptiness of her arms. Their lips had touched in a kiss just at the end. What would have been the purpose of forbidding it then? The life force that she normally absorbed from another’s skin never came though. Never seeped into her being and scarred her soul. Remy was gone. Well and truly gone.

All my dreams Pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Anna Marie wore her heart of her sleeve, but Rogue held it cupped in her hands. Her hands were empty now. That clever thief finally managed to take his prize before he faded into nothing. Or maybe it had been his for awhile now. Maybe it had been his all along.

Now, all Rogue possessed was a gaping wound in her chest where the pesky organ should have been that bled and bled and bled. Almost as much as she cried.

Dust in the wind All they are is dust in the wind

If only that were true. If only whatever demon or foul god that had taken Remy had finished her off too. Leaving Rogue without him, just when they had finally found solid footing in their dance, was the cruelest cut fate had ever dealt her.

A wound she would repay.

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Remy seeing that Magneto can touch Rogue (based on prior discussion)

and then the world broke open, a great crack in the sky and the earth and time it's self. you were the yolk, all of you, pouring through the shell of non-existence into a sudden sense of self that made your throats burn like holy flames were given to you to swallow, to live, to be, to be, to be.

or maybe that burning was just you. just her. her mouth's ghost like a searing star pressed to your lips.

your last thought.

your first thought.

the world broke open and you ran so fast the world turned pink, a carnival ride brightness that made you hold your breath with sick and sweet anticipation.

there were children running with you. some were crying. some were numb, quiet, confused. some were screeching for mad joy. to god you must have all looked liked sugar ants on a frenzy, going mad for someone's abandoned, half-eaten candy bar.

didn't you fall away into the nothing in her arms? wasn't she crying? why wasn't she there, lifting you back up, like the preacher pulling you out of the murky baptismal river?

you found her, with her eyes like planets, her hair longer than you remembered, and the cut of her shirt wrong somehow, in a way you couldn't understand until a child bursting past her made her leap like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

she was showing her belly, skin sun-kissed like she let it be seen, not lily white from the way it could never be risked like that.

"rogue-"

and the world broke open, or maybe just you, just your heart and your bones and your whole ugly life that she had made so terribly beautiful for a few stolen moments.

there was a man's hand on her skin, fingers splayed across her, no gloves. no space. just skin on skin on skin on --

"rogue?"

there was a man's hand on her jaw, turning it away, tilting her head up, just skin on skin on--

for a minute you were thrilled. and then another kid rocketed past, and she jerked away, pressed herself into the man but away from the kid like she would anytime there could be an accident.

you reached for her, sank back further.

she couldn't touch anyone.

but she could touch magneto, and he could touch her, and the world broke open and you wished it would just swallow you back up whole.

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Not her Gambit? As in there were multiple? Certainly, alternate universes were in the scope of her imagination after working with the X-Men. It was perfectly plausible and downright ironic for Rogue to be meeting a new Remy, a Variant she supposed, right now. Were any of them 'hers' anymore? This one wasn't. No, her Remy was off somewhere freezing in Antarctica- oh god what had she done?

Rogue clenched her fists, the gloves she wore kept her nails from piercing into her palms. "No long." Rogue answered thickly, voice strained from the considerable effort of seeming nonchalant. Something she was surely failing at, and Rogue knew it.

Why could she not stop looking at him? Green eyes swept his handsome face, unable to tear away her focus, try as she might. Did she want to? Of course she did! He wasn't her boyfriend. Even less her boyfriend than the Gambit she abandoned. Sounded like him though, that same accent and playful flirtation in his voice. Just like when she first met- Stop it!

"Can ya tell me exactly where here is?"

She recognized him. That was new. When people showed up in the Void, they recognized names and at times outfits. Magneto, Daredevil, Hawkeye, Punisher. Never faces. For him when he arrived, he had heard of some of the others from the news and media but had never met the variants from his own universe. It was odd with their faces not matching the ones in the pictures he had seen. Yet he somehow looked like the Remy from her universe and he could only imagine how much harder this was going to be for her when he broke the truth. Especially after having to tell her where she was. The Void wasn't exactly the friendliest place to be, most of the people who ended up there dying one way or another.

“I’m sorry chere but I’m not your Gambit.” Hopping down from his perch on top of the boulder, his knees groaned with the impact of the landing but Remy didn't notice. His attention was firmly on her. He made sure to keep a favorable distance between them, arms crossing over his chest as he glanced her up and down. While she had a pretty face, he didn't dare assume she wasn't someone to be trifled with. There was still the chance she was with Cassandra and he couldn't risk the other's lives without being sure she wasn't.

"You’re thinking of a variant of me. As much as I wish I could say I was him, I'm not your Remy LeBeau. How long have you wandering around out here?"

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Remy's anger seemed to suck all the air out of the room. Somehow he could form words, but she was entirely unable to breathe. Rogue's lips parted, perhaps to defend herself, but not a single sound came out. Not that she would have had much of an opportunity once the Cajun got going, spilling his sordid past out on the kitchen tiles. Rogue had never seen him mad before. So much of what he said made absolutely no sense to Rogue. Groups and people she he had never revealed to her before, not even in passing. When she'd said that she never knew Remy, it was meant to be injurious...not true. Sure, he'd held Rogue last night when she cried and fought by her side, but Remy LeBeau was as good as a stranger to her.

At Remy's final bitter command, 'judge away', Rogue found air surging back into her lungs. "Remy wai-" The words quietly died as the man exited and Scott entered. Whether or not he heard Rogue, she could not say. Either way, he didn't bother looking back.

Rogue's felt hot and cold all at the same time. The two warring emotions crawled across her skin and left her clammy. She felt sick and still so absolutely hurt and furious about Remy's deceit by omission and yet...

'You ain't told him everythin' either.' Heck, the man didn't even know he real name! At least he had been honest about that with her. The hypocrisy of her anger knotted tight in her chest, threatening her breathe again. He didn't know about what Rogue was like before she joined the X-Men. Remy didn't know about Carol. Didn't know the blood on her own hands that would never be clean. Out damn spot. If she had told him then surely he would know that Rogue wouldn't judge him for whatever he had to do to survive before. At least it had been life or death for him. He still think's you're all noble and good. Lord, she was so far from that. Out damn spot. She was the one who should be judged.

"We gotta get the rest team to meet." Rogue said finally, her tone distracted and hollow even as she tried to narrow her focus. He would see the damp remains of tears on her face, but probably not ask. The team needed to know about what Belladonna showed her. "Gambit knows what's goin' on already he... needs a minute."

So did she.

every word was a proper slap in the face. the sharp truth of most of them pressed into his gut like a blade, over and over and over. it wasn't just the words she hissed and spat, either. it was the way she looked doin' it, eyes wild and glassy, cheeks flushed red as poppies, the whole look of her feral in a way that actually made him step backward when she stepped forward.

"i... that's not-" words failed him. his tongue felt like dead weight in his mouth, too thick and turning all his attempts into gibberish. didn't help none that his accent seemed to coat the words too, makin' him practically non-sensical.

"weren't even.. y'aint be knowin'..." his eyes flashed blood-bright, gleamin' like a ruby burstin' with light. he was mad but it wasn't at her, he just couldn't help the anger pulsing through him.

"a'ight you wanna know me?! once i thought i loved her, when i was just a dumb kid who didn't know no better, but we didn't get hitched 'cos i loved her. we got hitched 'cos our guilds forced that shit. didn't matter how i felt then, i was jus' doin my part and i still fucked it all up! i fuck it all up, everythin' i touch jus' goes to shit!"

he was turning now to pace, his fury in revisiting the past makin' his fingers feel hot with the energy beggin' to be released.

"yeah," he stopped sharp and turned to point at rogue. "i sure did make a vow, like a good fuckin' soldier and then her dumb ass brother went an' challenged me in front'a everyone an' y'know why i can't go back to new orleans, huh? 'cos i fuckin' killed him. it was him or me an' i made my choice. all that effort bein' loyal an all it got me was a marriage i didn't want none and blood on my hands in the end. there. you know, judge away!"

which she could do all on her lonesome because he was done. he needed air, he needed to release the pent up rage burning hot in his fingers.

remy turned and left just as scott came in, lookin' a little disgruntled at that.

"what is going on, rogue?"

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Okay ACTUALLY GETTING BACK INTO WRITING TODAY but I am afraid I'm a little rusty or something lol. My drafts are lacking je ne sais quoi.

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HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED?

gently.

you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

tagged by: @alwaysxinxtrouble

tagging: @onlyathief @fvzzyelf @magnetic-regent-magneto

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I have been quiet, I promise I am fine! Just been busy doing things like catching up on Critical Role, getting things prepared for my vacation soon, going to Renfest , etc.

I promise I’ll get back to writing soon.

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She missed him...

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The sweetness of Remy simply kissing her palm had Rogue grinning like an idiot. An idiot in...an emotion she wasn't ready to admit yet. It was a feeling that clawed against the walls Rogue built up over the years to protect herself. It roared and growled to be let out and make itself known.

Nope. Right now she would cuddle and sleep next the her boyfriend. That had to be enough. She had been so dang brave today. "Okay, come on then." She crawled under the covers and waited for the light to click off and to feel the unfamiliar, yet absolutely desired, pressure of a body at her back. Rogue held her breath and counted her heart beats until the mattress dipped behind her and Remy's warmth pressed against her. frame She wiggled backwards to be sure there was absolutely no space between them. A deep and contented sigh eased out at the way their bodies slotted together perfectly. Remy's arm wound around her waist and a silent tear ran down Rogue's face, unexpectedly.

This was all she'd wanted and dreamed of for so long. The emotion was trying to get out again. It crawled up her throat and demanded to be said-but instead of three horrifying and vulnerable words something almost at terrifying slipped out.

"Remy, I...” Her voice was no more than a whisper “ my name is Anna Marie."

he didn't care about safe but then.. yeah he sure did. it was a funny sort of feelin' to bob around between the two. he'd get a surge of somethin' so wild, so needy, that he'd think fuck it! fuck all the careful shit!

and then his heart would sink to his belly and remy would feel guilty as a hound dog that got in the trash. like even thinkin' of shirkin' the duty of being safe around her and for her was some awful sin that needed to be cleansed away bad.

but he was tryin', by god! he wanted to be good and he wanted to do right by her!

(so you gonna tell her 'bout what happened in that city? what 'bout them sewers...)

remy swallowed hard. the voice was quiet but prevalent and he did what he was good at doin'... shoved it off with a, sure, eventually. time t'focus on what was in front of him though, it was his duty as a good boyfriend.

he moved toward her, took her gloved hand and lifted it to his lips to kiss the palm.

"babygirl, i say hell yeah. get in that bed, mon cheri, let me get my arms 'round my girl so i can sleep easy t'night," he grinned.

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“Picture would probably be safer…” It’s a joke but the words come out as truth instead. Rogue’s heart pounded against her unprotected chest, threatening to bust loose in a show that would be far less sexy than gory. Her gloved fingers curled into fists against her thighs, still fighting the urge to cover herself. Just a little longer. It would be okay. There was distance between them. Hell she wished there wasn’t though.

Remy is the first man to see her mostly naked. It was so strange that even his red gaze on her felt like a tangible thing. He was the first who had earned this amount trust and vulnerability from a girl who refused to even reveal her true name. Rogue knew she was hot. That was never the problem….even so she couldn’t fathom how just looking would be enough for somebody who didn’t HAVE TO have these intimacy limitations. But he had promised to be hers. Remy said what she could do was enough…..she needed to take those things as face value or she would never stop worrying.

“I hope you got enough for now though.” She said finally, pulling the over-sized hoodie over her head and sliding it over her skin like armor. Rogue flipped the hood up, tucking and smoothing her hair under the fabric so that it all lay comfortably around her face and neck. Time to explain her thoughts.

“I don’t want us to have pillow walls anymore. I don’t want to be that far away from you. So, I was thinkin’ you would be able to hold me when we sleep if I covered up this much.” Her face was the only bit exposed at this point. “I would just need to sleep with my back to you.” A shame since the mental image of lazy kisses while cuddling all tangled together way so appealing. ‘Beggars can’t be choosers girl.’

“What do ya say?” Rogue extended a clothed hand out, feeling hopeful. If everything Remy had said before about wanting her was true then she would not be spurned now.

he liked how she looked at him, how even though she couldn't touch him the way they both wanted she still devoured him from head to toe with her pretty green eyes. lookin' into them felt like bein' lost in a jungle, heat n' all.

remy ducked his head slightly when she seemed too far gone to hear his question. it kinda made him bashful the longer she looked at him, even if he was used to the kinda attention she was givin'. the difference was.... it was her, not just some random girl from a bar or a mark or somethin'.

it was his rogue.

when he lifted his head again she had answered and he took the clothes from her carefully, stepping backward to drag on each piece as she explained herself.

he wasn't gonna question anything she chose to do in that moment but he certainly didn't expect one of the choices to be her peelin' off her top and lettin' loose like that. now it was his turn to stare, a little dumbfounded and a lotta heart pounding.

it wasn't just that it was her breasts, it was the way her body looked when nothin' was touchin' her skin. she looked soft as feathers, smooth as fresh cream, and just the way the color of her boldness came to rest in patchy, rosy blossoms of flush across her sternum and over her nipples.

"god damn you're as pretty as a picture. i could look at you, just look only, for the rest of my days and be thrilled, y'know that?"

but would she believe it?

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Tumblr Tuesday: BOOps—A Retrospective

BOOps! You love 'em. Halloween brought you some spooky cat paws, and you all had a great time chasing those most ephemeral of joys. With the spooky BOOp-a-thon now relegated to recent memory, here's a retrospective of some of the fanart you made along the way. A soft boop to you all, and may we all blog to boop again.

@iotaknow:

@vicrosearts:

@okcassin:

@rito-otir:

@needlepine:

@void-ink-studios:

@tenspontaneite:

@lexosaurus:

@pommigranite:

@humming-fly:

@codacontainmentbreach:

@allhailleila:

@astronautrobot:

@possumtion:

@micorriko:

@crazycatbunker:

@misspelled-magic:

@karkod:

@canvyy:

@soulswordlesbian:

@art-emis99:

@vulchak:

@blanq:

@drempen:

@krowfaced:

@violencerarelyknocks:

@snakesinsocks2005:

@foldmorepaper:

@serenity-black:

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as much as i understand being a hater you have to offset that shit with genuine, sincere enjoyment & wonder sometimes lest YOU become the one who is corny. and sad. imo.

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where’s your fucking whimsy, jackass? your compassion? is it only irony and judgement 24/7 for you? booooo!

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These two images have the same vibe, that's all I'm saying.

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Magneto and the usual "my dear"/"Yekiratì", he calls everyone, Rogue has "Sturmvogel" (stormbird).

Send in a Pet Name / Nickname that your muse might call mine, and see how my muse reacts to it.

“My dear” and “Yekirati” always make Rogue smile, arms winding around the man and pressing kisses against his cheek and other places that are not off limits because of their compatible abilities.

“Sturmvogel” though….

It’s a nickname that feels inspiring. When spoken in Erik’s low voice, Rogue feels powerful. Seen. She is strong and he worships her as the queen that she is. But there is something terrifying within the power and devotion of his whispers.There is expectation. Rogue just isn’t sure if it is the sort she can follow through with as he wants. She doesn’t know if she can or even wants to be a storm forever. If she wants to always thunder and strike as Magneto does.

There is no softness if you are an entity of rage and retribution. No rest.

But Erik loves her and when they are alone Rogue feels like she can be anything.

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Mystique is posing as one of your cats

Rogue eyes each of her fuzzy boys in turn, lips pressed together in a tight disapproving line. “Momma…..you know I’ll figure it out if this is true. Remy will blow you up if you did anythin’ to one of his cats.” Yes, Mystique had given them but that didn’t mean she could just take them away.