#really ran away from me...

[bubbleberrypunch]

I want a young Shanks running himself into circles wondering what the heck is going on with him all of a sudden, why does Buggy look different nowadays? Why has his hair gotten prettier? Why are his eyes literally sparkling? Why does Shanks get upset whenever he sees other people their age hanging out with Buggy? Why does Shanks's chest squeeze all of the time, especially when he thinks about his best friend? And why is his face on fire when Buggy is a hair too close? He feels shocks of electricity wherever Buggy is touching him.

What? A crush? Feelings? Like Lady Toki and Oden? No way, absolutely not! That has got to be the LAST thing that Shanks would ever feel towards the fellow cabin boy. He definitely doesn't like Buggy like that, just couldn't be possible. But he does end up hiding all of Buggy's beanies, pulling on his ponytail, tripping him just to catch him. Catches himself staring at Buggy across the ship's deck, finds himself giddy at seeing Buggy's feral grin when they're about to get into mischief. It means nothing.

It means nothing at all when they sneak some alcohol and drink together under the moonlight. Shanks doesn't like Buggy when they're at an island festival and he drags the other boy out to participate. Or when they go undercover in a kingdom at a fancy party to gather information. Okay, maybe Shanks needs to rethink some things.

They're at a masquerade party and Buggy is all dressed up like a young noble (so is he), but there's just something about Buggy being all dolled up that's got his heart racing. They're supposed to be making nice with the prince and gaining info, but for some reason the prince is only paying attention to Buggy. And alright, maybe Shanks wasn't exactly listening to what the party was for because there's suddenly an announcement for...something about to happen and the prince is asking Buggy to dance, and Shanks just- the prince is holding his hand out and right at Buggy is about to take it, Shanks rushes in between and steals Buggy away. That's when the lights in the room turn to red and some kind of eery lullaby type of song is playing, and now Shanks and Buggy are waltzing together across the floor with a spotlight coming from the roof(?) shining down on them. And eyes are all on them, Buggy's eyes are on him. Shanks has no idea what he's just done, but he can't really find it in himself to regret it when he's got a hand on Buggy's waist.

Even through the mask, Buggy's eyes are shining as they gaze up at him. Shanks feels like he's been caught in a trance. Their little dance ends sooner than he'd like, but that's when he notices that the prince has been fuming the entire time. And Shanks takes that as their cue to get out of there, hoping to all the gods that Buggy managed to actually do their task. He hears the prince yelling something about how that dance was his and was supposed to find his match, but no time for that.

They're back at the ship, the crew able to finish their mission. Buggy had been able to sweet talk useful information out of that prince, Shanks is ever grateful. But Buggy has been a bit off ever since they've returned, so Shanks decides to bite and ask what that whole dance thing was about.

Well, uh, it turns out that the masquerade ball had been a big event surrounding this local phenomenon where two people are shown to be soulmates or whatever, and it's a pretty big tradition. And it doesn't happen very often. Shanks feels his eyes widen at the soulmates part. Does this mean that him and Buggy are...? How is he supposed to bring that up? Buggy certainly doesn't look like he's gonna talk about it. This doesn't make pretending that he doesn't have feelings for Buggy any easier.

God, I'm gonna stop. 😭

[luuxxart]

✨⭐️🎄and so he finds himself utterly mesmerized by the kid from Christmas Island 🎄⭐️✨

[vanilla-extracter]

horses :)

[sgt-tombstone]

do you think the recruits make chuck norris type jokes about the 141?

lieutenant riley doesn't go hunting, because hunting implies the possibility of being unsuccessful. lieutenant riley goes killing.

one time sergeant mactavish threw a grenade and killed five enemies. and then it exploded.

sergeant garrick sleeps with a pillow under his gun.

captain price has a bear rug in his room. it's not dead, just scared like the rest of us.

oh my god, 100% yes

Everyone thinks it started with Ghost, but Price was the original hardcore spooky bastard (in a very Chuck Norris kind of way), especially after he got promoted to captain. All of the rookies who made those kind of jokes are gone now, though, so he hasn't heard a Norris joke in a while

Enter Simon Riley.

It starts out kinda small, just an exaggerated rumor every now and then (he wears a skull mask; no matter how terrifying he is, people are going to talk), but then someone brings back Ye Olde Chuck Norris Joke, just one, and the entire mess hall lights up

Everyone is SO CAREFUL not to let Ghost hear about it, especially not the rookie who originally brought it up. By the end of the week, every rookie on base is whispering them and giggling about it. They've gotten more and more outlandish, as jokes do, and because none of the 141 do themselves any favors, especially when they step off the plane from their most recent op covered head to toe in blood, guns little more than mangled pieces of metal, their gear nearly in tatters, but they're all smiling and laughing like they're out for a day at a theme park

Price loves it. It reminds him of his younger days, before he got strapped with so much desk duty, when he really struck fear in the hearts of friends and enemies alike. He's always been the monster in the dark for terrorists, but his years have softened him around allies. Hearing the rookies whisper wild jokes back and forth is incredibly nostalgic and very affirming for him

Gaz and Soap? They're in on it, 100%. They both heard about it almost immediately after it happened and all it took was a shared glance to decide to feed the flames. Whenever they have babysitting rookie training duty, they'll drop little tidbits of "lore", most of it fake but some of it true. They don't have to stretch the truth too much because they know the lunch break gossip the next day will have blown everything out of proportion anyway. Whenever they hear a rookie go, "well, I heard...", they'll always pipe up with, "that's not how it happened, here's what really happened..." and the rookies fall for it every time. They have a shared note where they keep their favorite jokes they hear around base

Ghost hates it. He's used to striking enough fear into the hearts of rookies that they stay approximately forty-seven feet away from him at all times because the very sight of him has them shaking in their boots, but as the jokes grew more bizarre, the fear has been replaced with amusement. It's an awed sort of amusement, but still. Every time he hears a rookie giggle behind his back, he can't help but feel a bit mocked. It's fine when he calls himself nothing but a tool in the army's hand, and he's gotten used to (and comfortable with) being seen as nothing more than a walking weapon, but there are enough true stories about him to garner fear and awe; he doesn't need people making up lies.

It all comes to a head when a rookie starts talking a little too loudly, probably unaware that Ghost is even in the room. It's something stupid, so stupid that it's not even funny, but then Soap butts into the conversation, and Ghost tenses. They meet each other's eyes and Soap keeps direct eye contact as he smirks and says, "In an average living room there are a thousand objects Ghost could use to kill you, including the room itself."

Which is, objectively, true. But there's a glint in Soap's eye, the sort of mischievousness that Ghost loves so much, and he realizes that Soap just gave him the perfect opportunity. Like bait in a perfectly hidden trap. Ghost steps close to the back of the unsuspecting rookie, surrounded by a gaggle of even more unsuspecting rookies, and leans down to whisper in his ear.

"And I'll use every last one of them on you if I ever hear another joke on base, Private."

God, he hopes he isn't a corporal.

Apparently he isn't because the man jumps almost two feet in the air, a choked-off scream escaping his lungs as he whips around to find Ghost standing far too close for comfort, staring him dead in the eyes.

"Me, sir?" He stutters out, and Ghost almost smiles at the fear in his voice. The other rookies shoot to their feet as well, already edging towards the exit but unwilling to take their eyes (or ears) off of the conversation.

"Yes, you," Ghost rumbles, deep and dangerous. "If I hear anyone make a Ghost joke, I will hunt you down and show you why they call me The Ghost."

The poor soldier stammers out an affirmative, or maybe an apology, but he and his friends are out the door before Ghost can really parse out the words, and then it's just him and Soap. Soap, who's grinning like a lottery winner, eyes ablaze.

"That was hot, sir."

"You're fucked up, MacTavish," Ghost grumbles, but he can't keep the smile off his face. Maybe he could have some fun with the 141 jokes after all...

[boarloved-art]

Wei Wuxian should be able to get drunk for once. I think he'd either be singing bawdy drinking songs on the roof of the Jingshi or he'd be getting irrevocably lost no matter where he is. He's found in the bushes behind the mountains like a cryptid, and then he's like "I can't believe you all got lost" (extremely slurred) as if he didn't get embarrassed by something Lan Wangji had said and just somehow disappeared when everyone looked back at him

oh ABSOLUTELY im walking with u and nodding and agreeing, i can see him becoming an absolute menace to keep track of at his drunkest.

anyway heres wonderwall The Gang (Wangxian & their fave group of ducklings) in a city known for its STRONG wine and wuxian being like well. ur all grown now, youre technically not juniors anymore. we have to see whos lasting the longest against this stuff!, smash cut to a suspiciously wei ying-less group of the worlds drunkest cultivators being wrangled through the woods by designated driver hanguang-jun, with at least 2 of them clinging to his robes at all times.

[ruporas]

lonely

[ID: A limited palette of green and pink, Vashwood comic. The first page serves as a prologue. The first panel shows Vash speaking to someone off screen while Wolfwood is lingering behind him. A black arrow is drawn pointing at him. In the second panel, Vash is buying donuts in the distance while Wolfwood is once again in view, lingering. and the black arrow is drawn pointing at him. In the third panel, Vash is leaving a cubicle and turning towards his right with a slightly peeved expression. He sees Wolfwood, leaning against the cubicle, waiting for him, and with the black arrow drawn, pointing at him, implicating the consistent hovering of Wolfwood’s presence during Vash’s everyday. At the bottom of the page, they’re drawn out of panel with Vash turning to Wolfwood and saying with an irritated expression, “You’re really following me everywhere, huh?” Wolfwood responds, “What, you got a problem?” Vash responds without hesitation, “Yeah, kinda...”

The second page starts with a new day. In the first panel, Vash is seen alone, weighing apples in his hands at a mart, with crowds passing behind him. In the second panel, he turns to his right and starts to say, “Hey, Wolfwood...” In the third panel, he’s startled from seeing a stranger, whom he’d accidentally called out to when he was expecting to see Wolfwood. He says, “Oh, you’re not him. Sorry!” In the fourth panel, the stranger walks off and Vash muses, “Right, he said he had something to do today...”

The third page begins with a close up of Vash's miffed expression, the continuation of Vash's thoughts, "Now that he's not here, this is just like how I used to be, but... It feels lonely somehow. Oh well, I'll see him again tonight, like always." In the second panel, it shows Vash walking through the marketplace crowd, alone. In the third panel, the door panel is a close up of the door opening with a peek of Vash's head. He says, "Wolfwood!" In the fourth panel, Vash is holding a bag of food with a bright smile and says, "Are you hungry? I got you something to eat today!"

The fourth page begins with a shot of the room, two beds being highlighted, one of them being made properly with the blanket draped over the bed and the other with the blanket folded and pillow sitting on top of it. There's no sign of Wolfwood. The second panel shows Vash with a disappointed look as he thinks, "He's still not here?" The third panel shows Vash putting the bag of food on the table. Stapled to the paper bag is the receipt with a written note "For Wolfwood." Vash's thoughts continue "He does like to stay out so, I guess there's no reason to worry..." The fourth panel shows Vash sitting his bed somberly with his thoughts continued, "It's not any of my business anyway..."

The fifth page starts with a close up his blank expression as he looks downwards, thinking, "Even if he left completely... That'd be understandable and better for him. I'll just travel alone again... like before... Huh?" The next panel shows Vash's composure break, tears welling up in his eyes suddenly, as he didn't expect to cry. He starts to sob, putting his hands to his face to quiet himself and wipe at his tears, as he says, "Ugh... Dammit... I miss h..." The last panel shows Vash leaning over into his hands, still crying, and in the back, the door swings wide open with a bam as Wolfwood walks through with the punisher swung behind him. He shouts, "SPIKEY! You in here?!"

The sixth page starts with Wolfwood confused, looking at Vash and Vash looks back, just as confused, with tears in his eyes and snot out of his nose. Wolfwood starts saying, "Ah? You..." No longer in panels, at the bottom of the page, Wolfwood takes the Punisher off of himself and starts to walk towards Vash, continuing with slight concern, "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?" Vash, hurriedly begins to wipe at his tears, denying immediately, "No! No, I'm fine! Nothing happened!"

The seventh page, Vash points towards the table, with a hand still wiping at his tears and he smiles as he says, "I uh got you food. On the table." Wolfwood looks towards to the table and responds, "Oh. I was getting hungry, thanks." He turns his head back to Vash immediately after with an uncertain expression, knowing the other wasn't responding to his concern, and says, "But, I know you're an idiot with this stuff, so I'm reminding you again. Don't brush it off if it's an issue, alright?"

The eight page, Vash's tears have dried and he looks to Wolfwood with a soft smile and responds, "Yeah. It's okay though..." A panel at the center shows a side view of Vash approaching Wolfwood. At the bottom of the page, with no panel, is a close up shot of Vash's hand, holding onto the edge of Wolfwood's jacket sleeve, as he says, "Because you're here now. Wolfwood."

The final page is a back shot of both of them standing next to each other, Wolfwood's head tilted slightly to the left, not fully believing Vash as he says, "That doesn't answer anything, Spikey." Vash responds, "There's no need to talk about it! You should enjoy your food. Let's have a drink too?" Wolfwood responds, "Tsk, tsk. Fine, yeah. I could use one." END ID]

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #61 part 1

Danny didn’t like thinking about his old life. He was born to a family of assassins and as soon as he was out he never looked back. He had to fake his death and he changed his name, as far as anyone knew Damian Al Ghul had died on a mission to America. He was determined to keep this secret to the grave. Of course he knew who his dad was, Bruce Wayne was a prominent figure and he knew if we went there his secret would get out and he never wanted to be forced to be an assassin again. Once was enough. 

Danny knew he had a soft heart, his adoptive parents, the Fentons and Jazz had told him so. Jazz knew he didn’t have the greatest childhood or past but she never pried, she understood his business was his and wouldn’t let her own curiosity get the better of her. The only issue their family had was their parents obsession with ghosts. Damian never believed in ghosts, the entire thing sounded like a hoax. He probably never would have believed in them but then life happened. 

Danny believed, but it was kind of hard not too after everything that happened. When he had turned 14, his parents finished their biggest project yet. A portal to the ghost zone, of course it doesn’t work at first and his parents were very disappointed. Danny felt conflicted about the whole thing. On one hand he wanted his parents to succeed and he wanted them to be happy, on the other the portal was the reason he ate alone with his sister at night. He wanted a normal family life, something he was never allowed back at the league. 

He did something so stupid that night.

After his parents along with his sister were asleep, he crept down to the basement and stood in front of the empty hole in the wall. He looked around the outside of it first but nothing seemed to be out of place. Then he stepped into it and before he got too far into it something happened. He knew there were a lot of cords on the floor and thought he had avoided them all, but as he realized he was quickly being acquainted with the floor, he out of instinct held his hand out to catch himself on the wall. Right onto the ON button.

He didn’t remember much but pain after that.

A lot happened in the year after the portal was turned on but Danny thought he was taking things well. His sister found out about everything sooner than he liked but having someone to help him was something he didn’t realize he really needed until then. The ghost attacks were frequent and Danny was having trouble finding the time for school, friends, and fighting ghosts that the assistance helped a lot. 

Danny sat at as desk in Mr. Lancers class, who was going on about the play Hamlet. Danny was only half paying attention, he was preoccupied thinking about the latest conversation he had with Clockwork. Danny was recently crowned prince after his victory over Pariah Dark. He didn’t want the crown, ancients knew what Grandfather would do if he ever found out, but he had no other option but to accept. The conversation left him rather drained and it felt like every word his teacher spoke bled together. 

He eventually made his way to lunch and before he could make it to his destination a blue mist wafted out of his mouth. Sighing he ran out of the room to find a place to transform. Once he was Phantom he wasted no time finding the ghost. Of course it was Boxie. 

Before he had time to even fight though a portal opened up right besides Danny and he was kicked in by the Box Ghost. The world seemed to swirl around him until he landed harshly onto some pavement. The pavement was a roof and he appeared to be in a city. 

Not just any city he soon realized as he looked over to a bank that had the words ‘Gotham Bank’ brightly plastered on the front.

Shit… Danny wanted to avoid something like this, unfortunately the portal was already gone. 

After taking a moment to think about his predicament he decided the best course of action was to call Jazz.

He took a look around the rooftop he was on and when he didn’t see anyone he transformed back. 

Pulling out his cell from his pocket he pulled up his sister's contact on it and hit the call button. 

His sister took a bit longer than usual to answer but the hesitation in her voice caused him to pause, “H-hello?”

“Jazz, it’s Danny, we’ve got a code green,”  he knew setting up code colors with his sister would come in handy. Red meant he was gravely injured, yellow meant the ghost got away and he was in pursuit, blue meant he caught the ghost, and green meant he fell through a portal or something similar. 

There was silence on the other line for a moment and Danny was almost going to say something else but she spoke, “How do you know my name?”

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[vulcanette]

📸: saamhallett via highwatermain

[ryllen]

Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( •̀ω•́ )σ 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.

Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.

[fanaticsnail]

It's All Okay

Masterlist here

Word count: 500+

Summary: When submissive Koby gives in to his dominant craving, and all he's met with is support, praise and affirmation in your arms.

Notes: I watched One-Piece: Red, and I have some thoughts about this beautiful Marine Captain. I mean, I already love him. But, damn. Did they have to put him in waist chains? Did they have to dress him 'punk rock' like that? Did they have to make him so dominant. A man who is so pent up, he needs to let go?

Warnings: Mdni below the cut. NSFW drabble. 18+. Koby x gn!reader, penetration reader!receiving, rough, Koby is a switch - finally dominant after so long being submissive, pre-established relationship, little bit of angst, porn with plot if you squint, feelings, confessions of love.

Tag list: @sordidmusings (thank you for hearing my thoughts on the man) @mfreedomstuff @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @gingernut1314

Koby, finally giving into his feral urges and cravings, holds your hips hard enough to bruise beneath his needy, grabby hands. Roughly and ferociously, his hips snap in vicious and brutal rapidity: rutting into you with every ounce of strength he can muster.

Whimpering, whining against your neck when you only meet him with sweet affirmations and praise, telling him it's okay for him to use you like this. You support him, you adore him, you love him. And you will continue to do all of those things, feel all of those things, no matter how harshly he bruises you with his unbridled lust.

"It's okay, it's all okay," you whisper your soft moans into his ear, pressing your lips to his cheek and smoothing over his hair, "I can can take it. You're safe. It's okay to be rough with me."

That phrase only seems to cause him to strive to go harder, deeper, longer: bruising you further with his brutal thrusts while sobbing that he'll keep being so good if you let him keep going in mewling pants of breath.

All further words escape him, his usually stress-plagued mind empty of all thoughts aside from how well you're taking him and how good it feels to let go. He's bewildered that his pent up rage and fury is only met with praise, affirmation and support. He's lost, entranced by your body sucking him in, and so deeply in love with you.

He's been so good. Every day, he's so good. Internalizing his fury, withholding his urges, and only ever being kind, gentle and loving towards you.

The history he had with all decisions being made for him: control relinquished and his heart bound beneath the chains of piracy under Alvida's dominating leadership. The first decision he made for himself to become a marine was met with more decisions being made for him, more relinquishment of his bodily autonomy as he trained to serve the world government.

And now it feels so good to let it out. So good to release his primal urges and give in to taking what he wants. All he wants is to live in this moment forever, feel how tight you are wrapped around him as you moan your praises into his shoulder.

Taking a moment to remove himself from the dip in your neck, he's taken with how beautiful you are like this: writhing beneath him and so lost in your own pleasure to notice he'd almost reached his peak. The flush of your cheeks, the winced tears of bliss in your eyes, the perfect 'O' your lips form as waves of your pleasure washes over you.

He can't get enough, vigorously chasing his high while chanting repetitions of "please," "thank you," and "I love you."

His eyes become glassy as his tears weep as his cock finally leaks his release deep within you. Finally relieving his pent up energy with his bliss coursing through his body and pummeling deeply into yours. He greedily leans down, capturing your lips beneath his as he sobs against your face.

Twitches of the aftershock pulses within your abdomen, his lips soothing the burn of rough treatment with how gentle the kiss felt on your bruised mouth. His bullying thrusts halt with his cock sheathed deep within you, your body aching alongside the blissful tingle of your orgasm's aftershock.

"How do you feel?" you whisper, gazing longingly up into your lover's eyes.

"Lighter," he confessed, his lips curling up into the soft smile you fell in love with, "Relieved."

He leant down, pressing his forehead against yours and sniffed back a soft sob. His hands withdrew from your hips, elevating to your shoulders as he nuzzled against your face. He peppered your lips with a rapid flurry of pecks, chuckling as you returned his affection by circling your arms over his back.

"I love you," your unison of proclaimed chorus echoed into the faces of one another, "I love you so, so much."

[sammygender]

i’ve never been as angry on behalf of a character as i am for sam winchester

[stuck-in-jelly]

The spell Claudia uses to heal Soren’s paralysis, Deer Lifeblood Spell, makes me wonder how the Lung Healing Spell might’ve affected Soren.

When Soren was first healed by Claudia he screamed out in pain immediately, the spell hurt. It makes sense because yeah Claudia was literally jolting all his dead nerves back to life all at once through almost his entire body before Soren even had time to heal from his bruises.

But I wonder if even on a lesser degree did it hurt when Viren casted the Lung Healing spell on his son?

Did the sudden shock of dark magic changing and twisting his lungs hurt then too?

Did he crawl away from his dad scared and panicked both at his father’s appearance and his own pain?

Did Viren try to comfort him and help coach him to breathe to feel how much easier it felt for air to pass through his lungs?

[demaparbat-hp]

For the Spirits— Chapter X: Following Your Form

Read here!

Dragging along

Following your form

Hung like the pelt

Of some prey you had worn

—Shrike by Hozier

.

She had the shape of a tempest.

The Wolf was a shattered breeze of wind that coursed up and down his spine, leaving him breathless. Eye contact, blue on gold, and Zuko was gone. Gone, gone, gone, as if he was a drop of blood marring the otherwise pure white fur of a Goddess of the Hunt.

She stared him down like he wasn't even worth the appraisal a proper prey deserved. She would not hunt him. She would not chase him. She would not fear him.

Zuko was nothing but a footprint left behind by the Wolf.

[g00seg1raffe]

So there was a post a while back about Ben Solo always being told "don't do (x), that's how uncle luke lost his hand" when he was a kid - and I raise you: Elrond and Elros being told "don't do (x), that's how Maedhros lost his hand"??

Like, at Amon Ereb when the twins were newly acquired and refusing to eat their vegetables and Maglor is Mag-mothering them until Erestor, feral half-sane clinically depressed anarchist Avari hostage/patient/infiltrator and Certified Little Shit, hits em with:

"I would listen to the Lord Maglor, winyamor, he well knows the dangers that come to young elflings who don't eat enough vegetables - after all, that's how his brother lost his hand."

Elrond looks conflicted. Elros squints suspiciously. "Truly?"

Erestor, practically comatose since the massacre but ultimately saved from Fading by the biological compulsion to fuck with you, lays a hand over his heart. "I would never lie about such a thing! Just what do you take me for? This is a true tale and a grave warning - the Lord Maedhros' hand was tragically lost in the days of his youth, whilst he was still growing as you are. He refused to eat his vegetables and so, cruelly deprived of the strength it needed to grow strong, his body started to fall apart! First his fingers, then his thumb, and then his palm and wrist - all turned blue and dropped off!"

"No!" Elrond gasps. Elros looks both terrified and impressed. Maglor's face is scrunched up into something that the twins probably interpret as pained - at reminder of the horrors of limbs falling off! - but is actually just him busting a rib trying not to laugh.

"Yes!" Erestor cries with relish. "And it never grew back. All because he didn't eat his vegetables. Isn't that right, Lord Maedhros?"

Maedhros, a looming terror at the head of the table, scarred and solemn and impenetrable as his fortresses, narrows his eyes consideringly at the unfolding shenanigans and the rascal behind it. His conclusion? Fuck it. He gives a slow, solemn nod. Completely deadpan and exaggeratedly formal, because it may have been centuries since he last had his brothers smothering laughter at political dinners but the Finwëan sense of humour, once caught, is not an ailment easily cured.

Maglor conceals his wheezes behind his goblet as Erestor nods sagely to the wide-eyed twins, who suddenly seem a sight more interested in their vegetables.

[blooky8]

i highly doubt we have a single allo person on the team

[thevulturesquadron]

Thoughts probably no one is interested in, but I need to vent into the void of tumblr:

I am still pretty annoyed that in recent comics issues we got to see absolutely zero reaction from Rogue both during Magneto’s death and his return. Even the smallest panel for any of the events would have been sufficient.

Not to mention she was practically nonexistent in the whole Krakoa run (with both Mystique and Destiny being right. there).

It’s like she’s being held hostage in that marriage, locked away from any character development. She’s not allowed to even spare a look at anything and anyone (not even her family!!!!) without Gambit breathing down her neck.

That marriage was a mistake. There, I said it. It boxes both Rogue and Gambit into such nothing characters that aren’t allowed to have meaningful connections with anyone else.

Release my darlings at once! She-Hulk bring the divorce papers!