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[vernehmt]

silly rog n’ dave comic i made in whiteboardfox i gues

(for te second slide, the bow thing, my friend drew jt and i decided to keep it because it’s cute))

Daaaa-be.

[aldisobey]

WIP Word Game!

Always love a tag, and I seriously appreciate it @caffeinatedmunchkin (and also @ollypopwrites because this is the actual game you had tagged me in before). Alright here we go. I’m letting myself be messy here.

Rules:

You will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that start with each letter of your word.

My key word was S a t i n

I’m breaking the rules and giving you ‘cut content’. I’m toiling over wips in a weird way. I don’t know how else to let some of this see light of day and I’m taking the opportunity to make this what I want. Because these are fun…uh, character studies? These are bits I want to get at, these are things that are true and real for the characters, but I don’t know if I’ll ever have time to flesh it out. They all need editing okay but have fun, here is some writing process, these are all technically 'wips'. You could say they are different stages of stories or scenes. S - is from Nevarran Noble Anatomy, currently dropped shortfic A - is a pulled paragraph from post-epilogue I'm still looking at T - is a silly I - is a look at a dialogue first draft N - is a flowy first draft.

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“See that ya shits? The fuck you think might happen if dead tissue gets in there hmmm? You gonna explain that one to dear old Professor ‘I’m not taking more than ten students’ Volkarin that you killed his lover?” Rook’s entire body went red. “Think that’ll help ya make the list?” the botanist was snapping and pointing her fingers, “Yeah and you! I know your family is gonna have a goddamn inheritance war if you can’t find a competent corpse whisper. Mother’s knickers. Idiots.” “Well he can’t be more than a paramour. A proper Nevarran Necromancer would never fail to lavish a lover.” The noble’s jangling limbs gestured to the bare arms of the Warden, smirk on his face as he sneered towards Emmrich. Rook hopped off the examination table with a heavy thump, slammed that muscled weight down, and strode over to that noble. Spit on his shoe. Locked eyes on the shocked countenance before him as he hissed out a, “Hey, darling dearest heart, can I have a knife back. Please. Time for the practical demonstration. I can show where to stab so he’ll live.” “Rook, I think it’s time we took our leave.” Emmrich finally spoke, voice hushed. Rook leaned forward and grinned wide, “I don’t wear rings for a reason, want to see why?” Smile too wide the Warden extended his hand as if in greeting. The laborious movement drew the eye. Bent, bruised, one could tell numerous bones had healed incorrectly. Movements were stiff, cracking, fresh cuts and life long calluses ran the surface. Menacing. It held an air of strength that promised instant injury if the brat dared lay his own there. Emmrich paused overlong. Mind reeling. Rook didn’t know it, but he faced someone with royal connections. And the necromancer knew that stance, this silence. The gathered Nevarrans might think it acting, bravado. But Rook was still. Quiet. Loose. Every nerve primed for movement. He’d kill that man. And for a moment…Emmrich considered letting that happen. Rook didn’t need the knives. Normally the Warden was kind, de-escalating, talking things out if possible. But the moment a threat appeared he removed it. Mercilessly. And Rook wasn’t wrong, a man such as this would be a threat. But only alone, only if Emmrich were to disappear. This was no trouble, this was a fight won by Professor Volkarin long ago. Emmrich smiled pleasantly and swept in between them, back to the student, took hold of Rook’s outstretched hand in both of his, gave it a gentle squeeze, raised it to his lips and held it there as he cooled the Warden’s gaze in the depths of his longing stare. “You needn’t sully your hands darling.” Emmrich spoke slow into the knuckles. One would think the room had emptied but for the two of them. The professor dropped their hands from his lips, twined his fingers with Rooks, and held firm as he drew the rogue away with a gentle pull, “Come, we have a reservation to make.” Smiling dumb Rook let himself be taken away, threw a bright laugh at the noble over his shoulder. “Ooh, those undead cooks again?” “If you desire it dearest.” And they were gone. Rook forgot his shirt.

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All Rook’s build. Close as possible. Venatori freshly caught. Spaces of the Necropolis were his alone. The peers that dubbed him ‘young Volkarin’ would be the only few that could check, possibly even see. And their attentions were elsewhere for decades. He could keep them here alive. Long as their lives might permit. Had to remain alive. Material. Simple reagents. The shift in Emmrich’s mind came crashing. He’d saved these men. Had saved many in the chaos of the aftermath. They would be dead without him. The moments of life left were owed.

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“Turlum!!” Rook throws a truffle at Davrin, and with a squawk and a ‘dammit Rook’ Davrin never gets to finish the joke he started as he’s smothered in a rush of fur and feathers.

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“It…it’s that, but Emmrich it’s mostly not. I’m worried about you.” -this is Harding- “And Rook.” -taash- “And Rook. But Emmrich look at where we’re at. Why did you want to go to the Deep Roads?” “You’re a bad liar” -taash shrug- “Taash, not helping. But they're right. You’re studying the Blight aren’t you?” “And what of it? I’m researching a cure. Harding. It’s changed. Who knows what it will be tomorrow, someone must endeavor to understand it.” -Emmrich- “Should that someone be you? You might be too close. Maybe…maybe just enjoy what you got with Rook now? And if that blight stuff ever changes I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

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Night never really came to the Lighthouse. The name alone forbid it. Yet dusk arrived. The pots and pans washed and returned, baths steaming but empty, and the warmth of quiet wrapped the near atmosphere. Rook sat on the floor of Emmrich’s study. Cross legged and hunched on a plush rug before the fire, book propped by a pillow before him. The rug was relatively new. Rook had protested. Floor’s fine! I’ve called worse a bed. Sincerity rang in laughter and a chair sat empty across the room so it must be a preference. But Emmrich had taken it upon himself to see to some comforts. Smiled soft from his desk now as he peered up to see it in use. Recalled it’s christening. Oh pretty! Boots had gone flying the first time Rook spotted it, clothes nearly followed but quick words halted the excess, Emmrich, it was a long day in Arlathan, I don’t want to get twigs in it. Emmrich had ‘nearly’ rolled his eyes at that one. Taken Rook by the shoulders and pushed him to it. Darling, I’m a mage, tidying the thing is a triviality. Please. Rook needed no further encouragement, spun in Emmrich’s hands, placed a peck on his nose, and fell back starfished onto the rug. Landed with a loud thud. Barefoot, grinning, and stretching like a mabari in the mud the rogue sank into the fine fibers sighing. That had been some weeks ago. A few pillows and stacks of books surrounded it now. Rook’s back warmed by the fireplace, furrowed brow visible to Emmrich at his desk. The Warden snorted, almost a laugh, shook his head, brow smoothed and smirking he turned the page. “An error darling?” “Hmm?” Rook didn’t catch it at first. Mind taking a moment to shift from realm of reading thought to listening ear. Blinked as those warm round eyes flicked up to the necromancer. “Oh!” It clicked then and Rook chuckled. “It’s entertaining, but they talk too much in the fights.”

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All my moots have been tagged from what I've seen. Okay I haven't seen I'm just not sure who to go to and am crippled by perception and want to throw this out before I don't. use BONES if you see this and want to throw something at me.

[illfoandillfie]

Late 80s Roger x Reader making love (a bit kinky if you want, anything really, just something sexy and cute) and having to keep it quiet bc of their kids.

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 7

Ahhh thanks anon this is a great prompt! Hope you like it for day 7 of the advent calendar!

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), implied p in v sex, implied unprotected sex

Neither your or Roger had ever been anniversary people. You had friends who were. They made big deals celebrating it at expensive restaurants or big parties and got each other gifts corresponding to how many years they’d been together. But neither of you had ever been like that. It wasn’t that you didn’t care or didn’t want to acknowledge the date, you just didn’t need to make a fuss. You kept things low key. Half the time Roger was away on tour anyway so there was no point making a big deal of it. It’d just lead to both of you feeling bad you couldn’t celebrate it together. When he was in town you might have dinner out or buy a bottle of champagne to accompany whatever you ate at home. Or sometimes you just counted it as celebrated if you got to have sex. Especially since the kids had come along. You used to try to make the sex different to normal in some way – a position you’d read about and wanted to try, and act normally reserved for special occasions – but you hadn’t even bothered with that recently.  

Admittedly, it was easier to have some alone time now they were all a little older, but still, three kids under the age of seven did not an especially active sex life make. Mostly it happened very late at night, right before you went to sleep. You were almost counting the days until your youngest would be at pre-school so you could manage a day at home with Roger, even if you had to take sick leave to do it. The kids were all generally sleeping through the night, but you did still have to contend with them sometimes stumbling into your room after a bad dream or a wet bed. More than once they’d managed to interrupt you at inopportune moments. So, when you realised your anniversary was coming up, you decided your present to both Roger and yourself should be a decent shag. One where you could actually finish without stopping first. Where you wouldn’t have to throw a robe on and show your daughter there was no monster in her closet and then stay with her till she fell asleep while Roger’s hardon deflated back in your room. Of course, Roger was in very strong agreement when you mentioned your idea, and during the lead up made sure you knew how much he wanted it with little squeezes and comments that made you blush muttered quietly to you while the kids were distracted. Which just made you more determined to have a good night. You considered palming the kids off their grandparents for the night but your parents weren’t free and Roger’s lived just a little far away for it to be worth the trouble. But hiring a babysitter would mean also getting a hotel room and eventually you agreed to make it work at home, you’d just make sure not to get too loud.  

The key, Roger confidently assured you, was making sure all three kids were completely worn out before you tucked them in. Bad dreams were the biggest risk but there wasn’t a whole lot you could do to prevent that. You just made sure the night light in the girls’ room was working and hoped it would be enough. But Roger took charge of exhausting the three of them – instigating tickle wars, playing whatever silly games they came up with, and then, when he wanted to sit down, coming up with objects for them to search the house for like some sort of scavenger hunt. When they were all looking sleepy you herded them off to do their teeth and get them settled. Roger read to the younger two in their shared room while you got the eldest settled with a warm milk that sent him to sleep quick. You hurried back to your room and stripped down to your knickers to save some time, settling on the bed, impatiently waiting for Rog. Almost absentmindedly you began touching yourself through your panties, but you figured things would go a lot smoother if you were even just a little bit ready by the time Roger was finished with the girls.  

He entered about 10 minutes later, pulling his fly down as he walked, pausing only to drag a chair under the doorknob just in case. If one of the kids did try to come in you’d get up but you didn't have to worry about being barged in on.   “You ready?” he asked, throwing his shirt across the room, “Because this is it, this is our shot.”  You giggled, trying to stifle the sound with your hand, “shhh Rog, we have to be quiet. If we wake them we’re screwed in the not fun way.”  “Well the girls were practically snoring before I got through the third page of Clive Eats Alligators so I think we’re good but sure,” He held his finger to his lips, somehow making the action feel sarcastic.   “Oh shut up,” you laughed settling back against the pillows and opening your legs more.   Roger took one look at your parted thighs and hastily kicked off his underwear, crawling toward you on the mattress.   You giggled again as he hovered over you for a kiss but too soon he moved away again, settling himself between your legs.   “Oh, okay really?” you asked, surprised as he kissed the front of your knickers, “Thought we were just going straight for the main event. Been touching myself to get ready.”   “I could tell and the wet spot made me want to taste you. So just stay quiet and let me.”  You squeaked a little as he licked over the wet patch, earning a little nip on your thigh before he pulled your underwear off and pressed his lips to your cunt.  

It had been a little while since you’d last managed any sort of oral but the way Roger so enthusiastically went about it made it seem like he’d been denied your pussy for years. Which made it all the more difficult to keep your pleasure to yourself. Small moans and whines escaped your throat every so often and, despite how hard you tried to keep them quiet, Roger seemed to enjoy telling you off for the smallest whimper. He’d hum in warning which would inevitably make you more inclined to moan again. He’d catch even the softest sounds, giving you little bites as punishment. You tried to deter his teasing by smothering your whines with your arm, something that clearly amused Roger and only seemed to encourage him. His attention on your clit became even more focused, until he drew another string of sounds from you.   “Do I need to stop?” He asked playfully, though it was hard for you to recognise the joke when you were so worked up.   “Please don’t. So close,” you managed to get out as Roger returned his tongue to your slit.   “Good,” he said against you, “Want to get you off like this.”   He made it hard for you to keep quiet, all his focus on your cunt until you gasped, a hand tightening in his hair as you came. That’s when it was Roger’s turn to moan, though he muffled himself easier than you managed.  

The shifting of the bed brought you back to the moment. Before you knew it, Roger was easing himself into you, biting his own lip at the feeling. After a few inches, he distracted himself by leaning forward and kissing you, stealing what little breath you had, groaning against your lips as you tightened around him at the slight change of angle. Slowly he sank deeper, filling you inch by inch. You grabbed his arse, encouraging him to go faster, and he grunted into your neck at your eagerness.   “I’m trying to be gentle, love.”  “Just fuck me, Rog.”  He chuckled at that and kissed you again and he let the last few inches of his shaft be swallowed by your cunt.   “Better,” you moaned.   “Alright, gonna start moving,” he grunted in warning.  The bed creaked as Roger moved but he didn’t find it as funny when you told him to keep it down.   “Do you want to be fucked or not?” he grumbled, giving another tentative thrust, making the bed creak again. Your laugh was cut short by a gasp at the way it felt as he moved within you. 

For a little while you both lost yourself in the sensations, ignoring the creaking as you chased your highs. And then you heard a cough from somewhere down the hallway.   Roger stilled instantly, and you bit back a whine at the abrupt end to the stimulation.   You both listened for more noise – small footsteps, a cry for one of you, the jiggling of your doorknob. There was a squeak from a different bed and you willed it to be nothing more than it’s tiny occupant rolling over.  “Swear they have some sort of sixth sense for when we’re trying to fuck,” Roger breathed out, “You think that’s it?”  You shushed him and strained to hear more but everything was quiet again, “Yeah, false alarm.”  Roger sighed against your throat, “If I didn’t love your pussy so much I’d regret spending so long going down on you.”  You batted his shoulder, “Just hurry up before one of them wakes for real. Want to feel you cum in me.”  Roger was laughing softly as he kissed you, only to eager to do as you asked.

[amarielebeau]

Gambit, Mental Health & Trauma

(Prefacing this with this is my interpretation and analysis of Gambit as a character, past and current events. I've been a fan of roguegambit for over a decade- I love them both so much!!!!!)

Gambit is a character who has canonically experienced a lot of trauma- being abandoned by his parents, growing up on the streets, sold into slavery as a child, his first marriage failing, being exiled from his hometown, etc. (I could honestly go on for days.)

Yet, this is largely ignored by comic writers. In situations where his consent is violated, for example, it's brushed off as a silly haha, and he has no reaction to it whatsoever.

I think the reason his trauma is so unexplored is firstly, because he's a man, and secondly, a lot of these events happened in solo's written by men. Examples of this are Gambit (1999), when he was sold into slavery and Etienne died, as well as the Foxx storyline in X-Men (2004)- both were written by men.

Even in Astonishing X-Men (2017), after the Foxx storyline, Mystique claims -in a throwaway line- to have slept with Gambit presenting as twin sisters. His reaction is, "Wait, what? How?" and that's it. No one else in the group reacts, and it's never acknowledged again.

Personally, if I found out that the mother of my (ex-)partner, who sexually harassed me over an extended period of time in the past, had gone on to violate my consent in such a manner, I would be upset. To say the least.

It's only in more recent years that conversations about men's mental health and consent have begun to happen, so it's not much of a surprise to me (sadly) that events were ignored or brushed over in the past.

The reason for my pointing all of this out is in response to his characterisation in Rogue and Gambit (2023).

Thus far, rather than dealing with his trauma, Gambit has ignored it.

RG23 is the point where everything has caught up with him, and he doesn't know how to cope. I can understand why it might seem like he's suddenly being written as a completely different person- for a very emotionally-driven person, somehow, his trauma has never negatively affected him in the past.

However, to understand RG23, we need to revisit Knights of X (2022)- where Gambit's depression came to the forefront. In issue 1, we see Rogue has left a note stating, "Shug- Working late. Don't wait up - Cher". We see he's unhappy about this, it's not the first time, and it's what leads him to join KOX and travel to the otherworld. He's lonely.

This panel from issue 2 tells us everything we need to know about Gambit's headspace at that point in time. He misses Rogue, he doesn't believe she misses him, and he doesn't believe she loves him anymore.

Gambit has always struck me as the kind of person who desperately wants to be loved, but does not believe he is worth loving. At the beginning of his relationship with Rogue, he wanted her to love him, but he couldn't let himself emotionally invest in her.

This could be attributed to a whole number of things, but I think it all comes down to low self-worth. We know Gambit doesn't think of himself as a good person, which leads to him willfully making bad decisions at times (self-destructive behaviour). We also know that when he loves, he loves with everything he has and more.

After his exile from New Orleans, Gambit chose to abandon Bella Donna instead of bringing her with him. I think, from his perspective, he'd done irrevocable damage to the peace between their families, not to mention killing her brother. He couldn't allow her to sacrifice everything just to be with him, so he left her. Why? Because he didn't believe he deserved her love and dedication.

I'm certain this is a mindset Gambit took to all of his relationships going forward. Flirting, flings, and one night stands are an easy way to feel important for a minute without the risk of someone truly knowing him and deciding he isn't worth their time.

I think this is why it took him so long to admit to Rogue (and himself) that he was in love with her. I think this is also why we've seen him completely give up on communicating with her between KOX and RG23.

If Gambit starts a conversation with Rogue about their relationship, he's opening himself up to rejection. We know from RG23 issue 2's Rogue interview that she would never reject him (from her perspective their marriage is fine), but he doesn't know that. To hear the one person he loves most in the world outright say she doesn't love him anymore... It would break him completely. So, Gambit avoids the conversation.

In KOX issue 3, Gambit essentially killed himself to save his team.

Now, consider his mindset: he's in the Otherworld because he thinks Rogue doesn't love him anymore.

I'm not saying that directly led to him killing himself- as I said, he did so to save his team. However, I think it's safe to say if his mental health was in a better place, he wouldn't have made such a decision, let alone have gone to the Otherworld to begin with.

This page from KOX issue 5 highlights his feelings for Rogue. She's his heart. His reason to live. Compare her statue to all of his:

Rogue's statue is surrounded by light. There's no way anyone could miss seeing it versus his statues, representing multiple versions of himself- all of them are shrouded in darkness, no visible details.

Not only does Gambit not want people to see him, he wants them to look at Rogue. To Gambit, Rogue is the best part of him.

I'm not gonna pretend that's a healthy mindset. If anything, it further emphasises to me his low self-worth.

I want to point out this page for several reasons.

Firstly, it could be said that Gambit didn't want to be saved, and that's why his Death persona manifested to kill his team. He wanted to stay dead.

Secondly, Death is the very very worst part of him, yet he says, "You ain't really changed if you ain't looked in the mirror and seen the worst parts a' yo'self. I am Death, mes amis." He's essentially telling them that this terrible, awful person is who he's always been deep inside. We know this isn't true, but this is what Gambit believes.

Thirdly, as mentioned earlier, when Gambit slips into that belief of "I'm a horrible person", he often makes bad decisions. In RG23 issue 2 (set after KOX), we see him tie an innocent civilian's hand to a gas stove, turn it on and then set it on fire. Gambit knows this is a horrible thing to do, but he's in such a horrible mental state that he doesn't think he's above this behaviour. I will come back to this point.

Gambit asks how anyone new is coming to the Otherworld because the gate between Krakoa and the Otherworld was closed, and Betsy could only take ten of them. To partake on such a dangerous mission, Gambit chose to risk leaving everything behind without knowing if he'd even make it back alive.

In a sense, he abandoned Rogue in a similar way to abandoning Bella Donna. He went somewhere neither of them could reach him. Or supposedly couldn't.

Rogue was first to greet him after his revival. Gambit couldn't believe this because a) he thought he was dead, and b) why would Rogue, who is too busy for him, be the first to see him after his resurrection?

It's easy to think that this moment resolved Gambit's worries that Rogue didn't love him, and that, going forward, their problems were fixed, but as RG23 shows, it didn't. Rogue showing up for him once isn't enough to fix their current issues because the problem lies deeper than Rogue's absence.

At a superficial level, it's easy to blame her for Gambit's mental state, but I believe this depression he's fallen into has been a long time coming. Decades of unprocessed trauma, insecurity and self-destructive behaviour- literally dying and coming back to life, have culminated in the Gambit we see in RG23. To be honest, you have to be in a very very dark place to kill yourself, self-sacrifice or otherwise.

Issue 1 of All New X-Factor (2014) shows Gambit is no stranger to drinking and barfights. The difference is his mindset. We know he can win a fight against multiple people- we've seen that happen many times. So why, in RG23 issue 1, was he suddenly unable to block a punch, let alone hold himself upright?

Because he didn't want to win.

When Rogue arrives to rescue him, we learn multiple things. It's not the first time he's disappeared somewhere without telling her; it's not the first time she's found him so drunk he's incapacitated; it's not the first time she's had to save him from a fight he's not winning.

What this tells me is that Gambit is purposefully putting himself in dangerous situations as a form of self-harm. He doesn't tell Rogue where he's going because he doesn't want her to save him. He drinks to the point he can barely stand to make sure there's no way he can win a fight, and then he starts a fight to get the shit kicked out of him.

It almost seems like, in some sense, he still wants to die, but he can't kill himself. Not while he remains in limbo with Rogue.

It works both ways- if he never asks Rogue how she feels, he never finds out that he's right and that she doesn't love him. He also never finds out he's wrong and that she does love him.

It's important to add here, that Rogue is in a very difficult position.

RG23 issue 1: we can see Gambit actively shutting Rogue out. He calls it a "misunderstanding" and his "business". Despite the fact that they're married, Gambit is basically telling Rogue to stay out of it.

Again, he's shutting her out, making light of such a dangerous situation and then outright ignoring her. In fact, Gambit's completely disregarding her feelings. We can see Rogue is exhausted. It's hard to care about someone who doesn't care about themselves.

And Rogue does care. A lot. Every time Gambit goes missing she goes out to find him, saves him and then brings him home to take care of him.

But she can't help him if he won't let her.

When someone you love hurts themselves, it hurts you too, and Gambit is indirectly hurting Rogue, but he refuses to see that because he's decided that she doesn't care. In his spiral of self-destruction, he's completely shut down communication between them.

Asking for help is never easy to do, and we know he thinks she's too busy for him. He doesn't want to burden her with his issues.

Furthermore, he doesn't want to face his issues and resolve them.

In issue 2 of RG23, after losing their powers, Rogue is freed from the burden of having to consciously control them at all times, and we see them share a moment of physical intimacy.

I find his use of "tête-à-tête" here (French for "a private conversation") ironic because we all know they weren't talking.

Returning to what I said earlier about Gambit and flings- physical intimacy is an easy way to briefly fill the void of what he's missing in emotional intimacy.

I don't believe he suddenly views his relationship with Rogue as something akin to a fling. I think the opposite.

Gambit invests in their relationship physically but not emotionally because to him, that's the safest way he can connect with Rogue right now. Touch is his love language, and when he can't find the words to speak, physical intimacy is the best he can do.

Rogue and Gambit (2018) showed us that, back then, Rogue was the one struggling to communicate her feelings, and Gambit was always very open with her about where he stood, so why the role reversal?

We can see Rogue trying to communicate, but Gambit shuts her down, pushing her away.

By doing this and holding onto the idea that Rogue doesn't love or care about him anymore, Gambit is sub-consciously trying to ruin their relationship.

Given how much he loves Rogue and wants to be with her, this tells me he's still in a very dark headspace.

Going back to the statues being parts of himself he doesn't want anyone to see, as well as becoming Death once more, and finally confessing his core belief- that he can't change, he will always be a terrible person: Gambit's trapped himself in his own insecurity.

If he opens up to Rogue, he risks her seeing him for who he truly believes he is. What comes with that? Rejection.

Here, we see Gambit drinking once again. Rogue also mentions how, on one occasion, he argued with a sommelier over wine. In both issue 1 and 2 Gambit's use of alcohol has been highlighted in a negative light. It's an unhealthy coping mechanism.

Also, it's easy to look at this scene and think Rogue is the one who can't let loose and lighten up, but I think what's actually happening is Gambit is ignoring her feelings, as he did in issue 1. She has a drink and two glasses next to her on the table, so it's not as if they haven't already spent a considerable amount of time having fun there.

When Rogue says they should leave, Gambit's more interested in continuing his escapism- until Black Panther arrives, and he starts another drunken fight he can't win. A pattern has been established.

"He'll save her. He's a hero." is a very telling line that reveals why Gambit did what he did- because he's not a hero, and he knew the woman would be saved.

To reiterate, Gambit believes he is a terrible person who is not above doing terrible things. He does not change: he will always be who he was as Death. The worst of the worst.

By risking an innocent woman's life to save himself (and Rogue), he only furthers this belief.

We see here that Gambit looked back to check if Black Panther did indeed save the woman he endangered. Without looking at Rogue and speaking quietly (evidenced by the smaller writing and bubble), he says to himself, "He saved her." Because Gambit isn't the terrible person he thinks himself to be- he couldn't leave without knowing the woman was safe.

This is how we, the reader, know that Gambit hasn't suddenly changed and become a terrible person. He's struggling with his mental health and sense of identity after a lifetime of trauma.

Honestly, there are so many more traumatic events I could talk about.

There's a long list of people Gambit's lost- as mentioned before, in his 1999 solo, it was shown he was partly responsible for the death of his cousin, Etienne.

In X-Men (1991), we found out that, after a failed heist, Gambit was forced by Sabretooth to pick between saving his brother and saving Genevieve. He chose his brother, and she was killed.

In his 2012 solo, Gambit's love interest, Joelle, killed herself in front of him. In his 2022 solo, he failed to save his love interest, Marissa, and as a result, she became visibly disfigured.

It goes without saying events like the Morlock Massacre would've had a huge impact on his mental health and sense of self-worth too.

If you've read all of the above, you might be wondering why only now are we getting to see the repercussions of all this? Why does all this trauma suddenly matter?

Rogue and Gambit (2018) opened the doorway for exploring their issues as a couple. Mr and Mrs X (2018) gave Rogue an opportunity to revisit her trauma (and finally conquer her powers in the process). Now, I think it's Gambit's turn. At this point, he's surpassed rock bottom, and the only way up is finally confronting these issues.

Will everything I've mentioned here be explored in Rogue and Gambit (2023)? I doubt it. It's very plot-driven and only five issues long.

However, I do think the first step for him is resolving his communication issues with Rogue, which I'm certain will happen in RG23. Afterwards, it wouldn't surprise me if we see him continue to fight his own demons in future issues until he finds his closure.

IN CONCLUSION: I understand the frustration with Gambit's characterisation and why it may seem like he's suddenly become an entirely different person. I don't expect everyone to agree with everything I've said!!

This is my personal interpretation of everything- I'm not trying to blame the current situation entirely on Gambit and act like Rogue can't make a bit more effort.

Their issues are a lot more complicated than simply Rogue not spending enough time with him.

I look forward to seeing this develop further in RG23 :D

tl;dr in my opinion his characterisation so far in Rogue and Gambit (2023) makes sense following the ideas established in Knights of X (2022): Gambit is depressed, has a very low self-esteem, and doesn’t believe Rogue loves him anymore

[bluespring864]

Would love to ask opinion on the incredibly named Anger Murderer

Well okay I'll try my best :)

I would not really have considered them as a pairing if it wasn't for these fics by one of my fave tennis rpf writers, @halotolerant, who has since moved on to other fandoms (come back pretty please? but if Andy coaching Novak hasn't brought you back yet...)

Okay, reasons to ship/write Andy + Roger

both incredibly silly guys in different ways who somehow manage to come across as serious most of the time, but don't let that fool you. they are very silly and they both enjoy being silly

out of the big 4, Roger maybe got along with Andy the quickest for some reason - it took him a while to warm up to Rafa and we all know how it went with Novak, but he never seemed to have an issue with Andy at all. just with the way he played his tennis sometimes. and you know, interesting that Roger went "he's a nice guy!" so quickly when Rafa and Novak were both fawning over him and Andy wasn't. Andy respected him, sure, but wasn't half as adoring as the other two

speaking of tennis, Andy was the ONLY player besides Rafa who beat Roger during his 2006 season, which was Andy's first full year on tour (he turned pro in 2005 but was injured for several months); their head to head was pretty even for quite a few years until Roger clawed it back. Andy lost his first ATP final and first Slam final to Roger (badly) as well as his first Wimbledon final (he cried after that one and said in interviews afterwards that this was the moment where he thought he might never win a Slam), and then did the most badass thing imaginable and took his revenge by winning the one thing that was missing for Roger and would remain elusive, i.e. the Olympic gold against him on the same court only a few weeks later. in straigth sets (3 of them, because at the time the Olympics final was bo5)

when it comes to tennis gamestyles, Roger, who, as we know isn't the biggest fan of baseline tennis, seemed to be a bit disappointed somehow that Andy didn't play more aggressively and made comments about it now and then

Andy's defensive tennis had the potential to irritate Roger enormously, especially when Andy kept running down every ball. This came to a head when, at AO 2013 Roger seemed to curse out Andy during a tense semifinal. His reaction when asked about it afterwards: "We were just checking each other out for bit." Okay, Rog

in recent years, they went to dinner before Laver Cup 2022 (with Bjorn Borg third-wheeling along. Andy joked about both of them ordering the most expensive things on the menu when they realised he was paying) and Roger watched Andy play at Wimbledon 2023 (Andy joked about how nice it was to see Roger supporting him bc the last time Roger had watched him play on that court was during the 2012 Olympics when Roger was in Stan's box. but let's not unpack that now) and he was around before Andy's on-court farewell at Wimbledon this year too (just not on court because they had moved it to a different day when Andy pulled out of singles and Roger already had plans :-P) When asked about Andy still playing after all the injuries, Roger called him "a special man"

Let me end with this full quote from AO 2010: "We've had some very different type of matches where we try to jerk around each other... er... you know, around the court, or just loop the ball in or play really agressive. So i think it's very tactical always against him [smiles]. From my side, I'll play very agressive, Andy, if you're listening [laughs]. I'll come in on your backhand, you'll pass me, I'll dropshot you, you'll lob me, I'll hit it through the legs... something like that."

[balrogballs]

Esteeméd Balls of 'Rog: 2024 was my year of Thinking About Elrond. It ended with your beautiful (and beautify deranged) writing so it seems only right that I share with you that for me it started, of all things, with The Grateful Dead’s ‘Ripple’. Do you know it?

[And do please forgive the length of the rest of this message as I engage in the grand tradition of my tree hugging fish kissing pot smoking NorCal hippie people by have Far Too Much to say about the Dead *facepalm*]

Because I tell you, I heard it last spring, those opening lines, 'If my words did glow with gold of sunshine / And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung / Would you hear my voice come through the music / Would you hold it near as it were your own?' And I could think of nothing but Elrond reaching out through song to Maglor, not knowing where he could be found or if he even lived, reaching out to everyone he’d ever lost, writing a song that some might call self-indulgent noodling except that you can’t help but sing it yourself once you know it, a song meant to be passed along, to radiate out into the world, to find whoever needs to hear it.

And then we have 'It’s a hand me down, the thoughts are broken / Perhaps they’re better left unsaid / I don’t know, don’t really care / Let there be songs to fill the air' Oh, think the elves of Rivendell singing silly songs as the shadow returns, as the time of the elves fades away, think how even then songs will forever fill the air. And where better than the Last Homely House with its lord as kind of summer to wish that you 'Reach out your hand if your cup be empty / If your cup is full may it be again' and can you tell me of a better way to preserve our spirits in the face of inevitable darkness except by doing exactly that?

And then we come to you 'There is a road, no simple highway / Between the dawn and the dark of night / If you should go, no one may follow / That path is for your steps alone' Well that’s at the heart of the Gift of Men isn’t it, the winding way from birth to death and no knowing where you’ll end up when you set out on that road. Imagine a child (imagine a pair of twins) asking their ageless guardians what lies on the path of Men. Did Maedhros say something like that to Elros, wondering what fate held for those two half-elven children? Did Elrond, trying so hard not to cling too tightly even as his heart broke once again, say so to his children?

And oh, when did the words 'You who choose to lead must follow / But if you fall you fall alone' first come to him? Sure sums up an awful lot of Elven lordship. How often has Elrond turned over those two lines? How much has it shaped his approach to leadership even as he refused the crown?

And then we end on that hopeless loving wish for returning to a place that may not even exist, 'If I knew the way I would take you home' I wonder if real kindness isn’t at its heart the desire to offer a home to all those you love, all those who live, even though (because) you have no idea where to find a true home of your own anymore.

But that’s not really the end, no we still have the chorus in growing harmony singing 'La-da-da-dah, la-dah-da-da-da' a tune anyone can join, well tra-la-la-lally come back to the valley…

May the coming year be good to you. Thank you for your writing <3

This is great stuff and has managed to add more than one song to my Elrond playlist, so congratulations in multiple ways!

I am very glad you enjoyed my freaky writing and I am also obsessed with these, I love when people straight up write fic with song lyrics because frankly same (my Russingon number one song is a Sufi devotional 😇)

happy Thinking About Elrond year and wish us all many more of these ✨

[microraptorreactor]

My recent ULTRAKILL and Murderbot Diaries binged got me thinking about my poor, hilarious accident of an OC, Elysium. Elysium who was so close to both pieces of media that many of my friends gaslit themselves into thinking I had played/watched Ultrakill or Murderbot Diaries.

So it's 2021, and my DnD group is getting back together post-pandemic, this time in a digital format. We are playing a system known as Anime Campaign (the system that inspired Epithet Erased) and I was writing my second character for the game. I decided to pull from two pieces of media I had read recently. The Robots of Gotham and I, Robot.

The character I made was Elysium 12 Karma Torrent, who borrowed mostly from the world of RoG (pulling especially hard from the character Standing Mars) and parts of the concept from Little Lost Robot. Elysium (they/it) was a prototype security/military biomechanical android with an overconfident personality and a taste for human blood. Everyone ended up getting very attached to Elysium by the end of the campaign. One of Elysium's most iconic moments was when to fill a spare hour at the end of a session, our DM let Elysium battle Argluwedes, a player character who definitely should have kicked Elysium's ass, and it won against Arg thanks to some very good rolls. Just a well-loved character all around.

But here's the thing: the campaign had two players who had only met me through the group. All they knew about me/my character was that:

A. I really liked robot media.

B. Elysium was heavily inspired by something I had seen recently. (I had mentioned Elysium wasn't original at all, because again, they were basically just Standing Mars)

So one friend convinced herself I was an ULTRAKILL fan. I had never heard of the game at the time, but my character was a blood-drinking military prototype with a slim build, they/it pronouns, was constantly looking for a fight, and complete with squishy bits. You know. Like V1.

The second friend thought Elysium was supposed to be a SecUnit. This person I don't talk to anymore and I wonder if they even understood what Murderbot was about, since they thought Elysium had to be a SecUnit because it was a hyperviolent (?) security/military robot, used they/it pronouns, Had a dry sense of humor, had squishy bits, and constantly looked for a fight (?????). I didn't realize why this comparison sucked until I read Murderbot, but after this person got cut off the group formed a running joke that they couldn't read due to how bad their media literacy was.

There was so much confusion when I revealed that no, I hadn't stolen Elysium from either piece of media. But tbh I'm glad people made these guesses, I would have never gotten into either if it wasn't for this. I love my silly little murder dog that accidentally got me into ULTRAKILL.

[the-acid-pear]

Ur autism is enchanting and I need to hear you explain your phoneheads more 💕

GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET... I need to give my autism a kick like an old washing machine bc i haven't been playing those guys like play doh for so long it's like when it gets air and it becomes all tough and crumbles apart that's how it is but very very soon the Dialtown phone dating sim dlc will drop and I won't shut the fuck up about phone head. I actually remember so little about him tho. Like aside from the most important things but I cannot recall anything particularly silly to point out when recalling poor Rog... It's so sad. Maybe I'd do a quick run of dsaf 3 before i play DT. Not that I Own DT I'll come e-beg later tomorrow when it drops. But it's just. Man. I love when there's a fucking phone.

[roseisabooknerd-rooknerd]

main is @roseblog-rog

if you like books and wanna hear my deranged ramblings then uhmmm…hi •///•

(this blog won’t be active, i mainly made it for whenever i have a silly thing to say about books i’ve read, books i’m reading, or wanting to read books)

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Rose Ratings (how I rate books)

Rating out of 27

5 Points: Plot & Writing

5 Points: Characters & Relationships

10 Points: Themes, Connections, and Whatnot

3 Points: Banger Quotes

3 Points: Did I Enjoy It?

1 Point: Did I Cry?

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[shadestar413]

Give me as much as you can (w/o spoilers cause I have a feeling you don’t wanna spoil anything LMFAO)

I seriously want to know everything I can

Caolan’s genuinely becoming one of my favorite characters

I love how it went from joking about silly sex and now he’s a gen fave

Uhhh I don’t wanna spoil like. Too too much especially game wise (the fte thing is the furthest I’ll go) but like

His hair is naturally straight- ve has a whole nightly routine with bed curlers and heating curlers in the morning. Also wicked soft skin, xe also has a killer skin care routine. Smells like pomegranate and orange blossoms

Very good at chess! Also really likes soft cozy games like Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon type stuff but doesn’t get much time to play many video games. Would be a spreadsheet Stardew player and find it relaxing. Would also love games that’s just so much math. Like table top rogs

Scared of guns + minor hearing loss. Not important but he��s been shot before

Uhhhhh Caolan dresses more feminine on purpose so people are nicey.

Lost his virginity young. Also he has no parents. They’re dead. Used to live in a forest for a while. He knows how to forage and make tea with wild plants :3

[doodle-pops]

Omg, I have been thinking... Okay so say the elves are scared to admit their feelings to their s/o and when they talk there are times where they stutter or fumble on a word and inside they are just beating themselves up because they don't know how to talk. And their s/o is a real calm and chill kind of person, really sweet with a innocent face and they notice this and this convo happens:

S/O: *smiles warmly* Hey,

Elf: *blushing ellon looks at them*

S/O: Breathe man. In, and out. And relax your shoulders.

Elf: *does as they say*

S/O: I'm just another person, I won't bite you.

Elf: *smiles, thinking they're right it's silly to be so nervous*

S/O: Unless you ask. To which I'll respond with "Buy a bitch dinner first."

Elf: *the ellon was too stunned to speak*

Like how would the elves respond to that once they find their voice?😂🤣😂🤣

Speechless, the elf was too stunted to speak, gaping, mouth hanging and eyes bulging. You would make them break out into the very stutter they were trying to prevent at the very start. Hand flailing and waving about as they are quick find some way to respond. The things that escaped their lips were the sound of a foreign language.

- Maedhros, Maglor, Caranthir, Curufin, CELEBRIMBOR, TURGON, AEGNOR, GALDOR, ROG, Maeglin

Chuckles nervously and then breaks into a soft laugh before it gradually becomes louder. Your response had catch them off guard by a mile and their best reaction was to laugh it off. Somewhere in their mind they think that you're going to really bite them.

- AMROD, AMRAS, FINGON, Finrod, GLORFINDEL, Egalmoth, ELLADAN, CELEGORM

[sakasakiii]

the weight of a name - part 1

summary: names are a sacred thing, but the memory of angband is a pervasive grime that sticks to the mind. maedhros recalls a name of old that he can no longer bring himself to be referred to..

content warning for heavy scarring, slight language 

a bit darker than my usual content, so big apologies in advance 🙇‍♀️ this is quite an old comic i had sitting about from May, and given i was a bit busier this weekend i worked on this on the side instead of answering asks (business as usual as soon as i can!). i was studying Maria Llovet’s comic style when I was working on this so if you’ve ever read Luna and notice some stylistic similarities that’s it!! 

i have several further thoughts on this so that’ll be under the cut for ramblings lol

- naming seems like a really big deal among the eldar given how much time and love Tolkien put into it! so personally I think each and every one of the names they give their children/themselves are very very sacred 

- so after angband, I’ve always headcanoned Maedhros as refusing to be referred to as ‘Maitimo’ anymore. Nelyafinwe is bearable, Nelyo still used by his brothers, and Russandol becomes more commonplace- but never Maitimo. And so in this case Fingon, who has always called him Maitimo since they were kids and is a creature of habit, learns why

- i also think Melkor (in this particular comic) places an emphasis on using Maedhros’ mother name idk maybe because Feanor went by his mother name? a petty, spiteful kinda thing. he seems like a really petty guy. 

- the concept of Melkor taking Maedhros’ mother name from his identity is... idk how to put it, but perhaps its both in a physical and psychological sense? ofc, there’s the whole idea of Maedhros being unable to stomach hearing ‘Maitimo’ anymore which is the obvious answer, but also... hear me out here... what if Melkor had a little book of names he’s taken from people? which sounds silly but subsequently ‘binds’ that little bit of them to him, so long as it isnt destroyed. maybe sauron’s black magic is involved.... ueh i think im kinda going off the rails here, but i am BOLLOCKS at explaining so if you need me to be more coherent feel free to hmu whenever 

- anyways ive been thinking way too much abt this for now, so i really wanna do a part 2 featuring Rog(er) and his funny name in the future, maybe! idk when but head empty... for now! 👻

[avantegarda]

A Respectable Bachelor's Party: A Silly Fic by Yours Truly

This is part of a collection of shorts about the Gondolindrim being stupid that I have on Ao3, but I couldn't resist the urge to post it here as well, because 1. I think it's funny and 2. I blatantly ripped this bit off from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Enjoy!

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The sitting room of the House of the Wing was cheerfully illuminated by a blazing fire, lit to combat a sudden spring chill. Around the fireplace, seated on various chairs and cushions, were gathered a significant portion of the city’s most respectable gentlemen, none of whom were entirely sober.

“A toast!” exclaimed Lord Duilin, for the third time in an hour. “To our newest lord and soon-to-be prince, who has managed to accomplish what so many have failed to do: getting a ring on Princess Idril’s finger. Never thought I would see the day.”

His companions laughed uproariously in agreement and raised their glasses. The future prince in question, sitting languidly on the floor by the fireplace, rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

“I did nothing,” Tuor said. “She kissed me at the New Year’s party, and I could do nothing but go along with her wishes. Of course, it helped that I was already in love with her.”

“Aye, and she’d have dragged you out behind the bushes too, if she could have gotten away with it,” Rog chuckled. “That’s our Idril—she gets what she wants. Never mind, though, you can swap bushes for a proper marital bed tomorrow night…”

“If I may,” Ecthelion interrupted loudly, “I would like to suggest a game. I’ve been plotting it for several days now.”

“A drinking game?” Rog asked eagerly.

“Not specifically, though I suppose it could be. The game is entitled ‘Did Tuor Actually Say That?’” announced Ecthelion. “The rules are simple: I will give you a quote, and you must determine if our dear friend Tuor actually said the phrase in question, or if I made it up.”

“Where exactly did you get these quotes from?” Tuor inquired. “I barely remember half of what I say myself.”

Ecthelion indicated Pengolodh, who looked slightly abashed. “Pengolodh has been keeping a detailed record of everything that we all say and do, for what will undoubtedly be the most thorough and ridiculous history ever written. Ahem. First quote: ‘Eating orcs does not count as cannibalism, especially considering how disgusting they are.’ Your guesses, gentlemen?”

“That has to be real,” said Duilin. “It’s too disturbing not to be.”

“I concur,” said Voronwe. “I distinctly remember discussing having orcs for dinner on the road.”

“And the answer is…yes, he said it. To his future wife at dinner, not a week after he arrived in the city. Yet she is still marrying him, which certainly goes to show…something. Next quote: ‘I don’t understand libraries. It seems wasteful to have a house full of books when it could be full of dogs instead.’ What do we think? Real?”

Several hands went up, and Tuor shook his head in disgust. “Do you people honestly think I would say that? I love the library. For one thing, it’s the quietest place in this town.”

“Truly, a shameful display of ignorance from your so-called friends,” said Ecthelion. “Quote the third: ‘If one of you were somehow able to turn me into the Easterlings, we could make a tidy profit from the bounty money.’”

“Oh, he certainly said that,” said Rog. “During a city council meeting, as I recall. I’d have taken him up on it, if I’d thought the king would allow it.”

“I still say it’s worth a try. If the Easterlings haven’t given up, I surely must be worth a fortune by now..”

“Gentlemen,” said Ecthelion disapprovingly. “Please indulge in your illegal schemes on your own time. Final quote, for now: ‘Considering that I was utterly alone for four years, I think it’s amazing how many people I’ve grown to love in such a short time.”

There was a silence.

“Absolutely not,” said Glorfindel. “Far too sentimental, and not remotely upsetting.”

There was a murmur of agreement from the assembled guests. Ecthelion grinned. “If you’ll do the honors, Tuor?”

“I said it,” said Tuor, with a great deal of satisfaction. “And I meant it. Cheers!”

[likesomekindofcheese]

Can I request Brian May(70s AU Modern) x American fem!reader where the reader slips into a deep depression after a phone call with her mother which can not be the first time. Also the reader could come from a family of domestic emotional abuse.

When she begins to shut everyone out even Brian it sends up the red flags to point where the reader stops doing things she enjoys(like bead work or video games or things her mother perceives as childish/not mature) and won't let Brian touch her. This forces him to confront her since at first he could have given her space, but that didn't help.

Serious angst, depression, mention of past attempted suicide and domestic emotional abuse that ends with fluff.

Wow sorry if that got dark and too personal I'm kinda in a dark place right now 😔😢😦☹😟

Thank you for taking the time to read this and hope you are doing well! 💖

Hun, I have wrote a fic and will soon plan to write another fic about coping with my own familial abuse. Trust me- you are in a safe space to do so!! This is a comforting, fantasy blog!!!

Anyways, I hope you like it!

Tw: mentions of depression and abuse and mentions of a suicide attempt.

“Well I guess you don’t really love me!” your mother said through the speaker.

Your hands shook on the phone. You were unable to hear the words. All of the Instagram posts on all the flowery, pastel mental health accounts would detail with bullet points what symptoms of emotional abuse included

And your mother was clicking off every one of them.

Words passed through. The dream like unreality turning into a nightmare. So many people could run to their mothers for a warm embrace and for comfort, but instead of an embrace yours was a choke to desperately escape from.

When the phone put down, you looked over at the beads. They were colorful and bright- blues with soft pinks and in piles. Strings waiting for them. You realized that nearby there were some scraps of paper Brian left behind when he was showing you lyrics for his new song. This was a place of creativity in all it’s escape...but you found no heart to do so.

The beads were left untouched. When Brian walked over, shaking snowflakes from his fluffy hair and bringing you some leftover cake baked by a roadie for a party, he saw that your project was in mid-air.

It was untouched the next day. 

Brian would wander around to stare at the stars. He always was a night owl by heart. He would watch tv and eat snacks and maybe text Rog or Freddie. But when he returned to your shared room, you were still wide awake, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Anything, anything to distract you. Numb you. Numb you from the pain. Or even to obsess over it- looking up everything on how to deal with mothers like yours. But in vain.

So as you shifted between sides, it kept Brian awake from feeling your body moving like a tunneling mole- and still awake.

So he moved one long hand to touch your shoulder...

“Y/N, sweetheart...what...”

You slapped it away.

“I’m not in the mood, Brian! If you pull anything beyond PG you’re sleeping on the couch tonight!” you warned, shooting right up.

He took the cue that you needed space.

So he gave it to you. You were both like boats passing in the night. He would go and read books or strum his guitars when he was home. He ate his meals at separate times. Anything, anything to make you feel better.

It didn’t help much. Now you were an island to yourself. And Brian knew it.

Finally, he confronted you about it.

“Y/N, what is going on? What happened? This all started Saturday and it’s Friday...did something happen...”

“I...it’s silly...I...”

“Y/N, please!” he begged.

“It’s all starting with the beads- you would work on them for hours...and you haven’t touched them in almost a week, what is it?”

“My...my mother says they are childish...”

“Childish? You sell them for God’s sake!”

“She said plenty of other things too..”

“What did she say...” Brian asked cautiously. 

He went over to put the kettle on. You let out a little huff of a laugh. That was always the English in him. You could take the boy out of London, you know.

He began taking your hands in his and his eyes teary- so large and soft that you felt yourself captivated. Safe. You could tell him anything. 

So you told him everything. Every last word your mother said on the phone. The years. Her manipulation. Her cruelty. The harsh names. The gaslighting. 

The kettle whistled and two cups were poured out. The warmth and comfort of the cup and the feeling of hot liquid in your empty stomach made you bold.

How once you tried to escape it all...and it was unsuccessful. But you were still here and with him because of the failure of that action.

Brian cried quietly as he listened. You leaned into his chest and sobbed and he held you. Though he was always very skinny, he was warm, sweet smelling, and his shirt was soft.

“Y/N...I’ll keep you safe. We will stand up to your mother. I’ll make sure she won’t get to you. Its won’t be easy but....but you’ll have me. Always.”

“But she’s my family!”

“And families protect and care for each other...I think the band itself protects and cares for you far more than she does! Y/N...you’ll be safe with me and the boys-hell, even my own family! We have your back, and we’re here for you, my dear...”

You gave him a kiss on the cheek and another embrace as the sun rose through the kitchen window. And with it, darkness went away to a slowly strengthening light.

[cameoappearance]

So it turns out that building the Skyworthy after day 60 just dumps you straight into the Aporkalypse, with no Hamlet items or locations mapped. And since it doesn’t automatically generate an exit-Skyworthy somewhere in the world like Shipwrecked does with the Seaworthy, your options for escaping this nightmare of a Hamlet world are:

1. Sensibly prebuild a second Skyworthy before you leave. This sounds great, but the fine print here is that this requires you to have a Can of Silly String besides the one you already used to make the first Skyworthy, and only one drops from the Wicker Basket per world. So to do this you have to either cheat or have already world-jumped at least once in your RoG world.

2. Find the Wooden Thing and its components and world-jump your way to a more peaceful Hamlet world. TIL that this doesn’t regenerate your connected RoG world (or Shipwrecked if you have that hooked up too), only the world that you jumped in.

3. Fight your way through the entire Aporkalypse so you can turn it off, get into the previously locked-down palace, and steal or trade for their Can of Silly String.

[ridearockox]

Intro, Warnings and Tags

Greetings! My name is Minty and this here is my sideblog dedicated to NSFW ideas, thoughts, doodles and writings concerning Who and Monkees stuff! I feel that I need to separate these from my main blog so those who follow me on there can choose whether or not they want to read that type of content. Yes, I’m still gonna post silly memey NSFW-ish posts on my main because those are just dumb fun! 

Regarding warnings: I don’t think I’ll be writing anything too “heavy” in here, but the following are the main themes I might bring up that could possibly be triggers (I’ll add more if I feel the need to):

Dub-con

Drug/Alcohol Use

BDSM

Pet Play

Crossdressing

Somnophilia

Breathplay

Age Gap

If I bring up anything that might make you uncomfortable let me know so I tag/warn for it proper in the future! Anon questions are on so you don’t have to reveal your identity when asking for a TW, and in case you wanna send me prompts, compliments, whatever, but keep in mind that anon hate and similar things will be 100% ignored and deleted. I have no time for that.

With all that said, the following list is for the tags I’ll be using in this blog so my posts don’t show up on the tumblr search but I can still keep the blog organized! This list will be updated as I post more stuff/talk about other pairings. Yes, they are all handy-dandy links!

The Who Tags:

whorible boys (band tag)

keef (Keith Moon)

enty (John Entwistle)

rog (Roger Daltrey)

petey (Pete Townshend)

ox jumped over the moon (John/Keith)

ride a rock ox (John/Roger)

The Monkees Tags:

monkey boys (band tag)

dolenz (Micky Dolenz)

mikey (Mike Nesmith)

davey (Davy Jones)

petah (Peter Tork)

love beads and biscuits (Peter/Davy)

Also, all my down horrible/highly NSFW posts about John Entwistle are going here as well, all under the tag down bad times (because of course)! Also I have an extra tag for Nesmith/Townshend called “conceptual sex” (believe me, it makes sense)

I also have a tag for small things I write here and there inspired by prompts and other things from discord convos and whatnot, and they can be found in the tag drabble funtimes! I also post some doodles that you can check out through the rare art post tag!