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gambit headcanons that no one asked for ♡ x-men '97 rogue,, you fumbled so hard

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➺ remy flirts like it’s breathing. doesn’t matter if you’ve been together for five minutes or five years—he’ll still wink at you across the room like you’re a stranger he needs to know ➺ he’s tactile. always touching—your waist, your hand, your thigh under the table, your lower back when he moves behind you. it’s subtle but constant. he craves that contact ➺ calls you chérie (if you’re fem), mon cœur, ma belle, sweet thing, or something shamelessly romantic ➺ he brings you little gifts constantly. not big stuff—trinkets, shiny things, strange dice, antique keys, old playing cards, stuff that “reminded me of you” ➺ when you ask why something reminded him of you, he always gives some sweet-talking, vague poetic answer: “'cause it’s got a bit of magic to it, same as you” ➺ he's not possessive, but he is territorial in his own way. if someone’s being too forward, he’ll step in with that easy grin and deadly glint in his eye

➺ he trusts you completely. his jealousy isn’t rooted in insecurity—it’s just that he lives for you and doesn’t want anyone else getting ideas ➺ he doesn’t raise his voice when someone disrespects you. he just smiles, and that smile alone is usually enough to end the conversation fast ➺ when you're in bed and he thinks you're asleep, he’ll whisper soft french phrases to you. sometimes sweet nothings, sometimes full-on rambles about how he never thought he’d get to love someone like this ➺ he teaches you how to shuffle cards his way, guiding your fingers from behind. if you get it right, he kisses your knuckles like you're royalty ➺ always down to slow dance in the kitchen at 2am. music optional ➺ loves cooking with you—even if you aren't great at it, it becomes a chaotic, giggling mess and ends with a lot of kissing and flour everywhere ➺ he loves seeing you in his clothes. the looser it hangs on you, the more unholy thoughts he’s trying to keep hidden under that charming smile ➺ has a way of leaning in when he talks that makes your heart skip—like his voice is just for you ➺ when he kisses you, it’s slow. he draws it out like he’s savoring every second, like he’s writing a love letter with his mouth and your skin is the page ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ⚠︎ SUBTLE NSFW BELOW CUT. MDNI. 18+ ⚠︎

➺ he’s a tease to the core. everything with remy is slow burn, from the lazy way he kisses you to the way his hands barely graze the skin under your shirt until you’re whining for more ➺ he lives to get you begging. not out of cruelty—he just thinks it’s beautiful. the way your voice breaks, the way your back arches, the way your fingers grip him like he’s the only thing keeping you from floating away ➺ his fingers are skilled. quick with cards, quick with locks, very quick with your body. he knows pressure points, soft spots, what makes your legs tremble—he learns it all like a master thief ➺ his mouth? dangerous. soft lips that trail lower with agonizing slowness. kisses down your thighs, hands spreading you open while he looks up through those long lashes like heaven help you, this is happening ➺ he’ll speak in french when he’s between your legs—half praise, half filth, all sin ➺ switches effortlessly between “ma belle, you’re so good for me” and “look at you, chérie. makin’ such a mess beggin’ f’it, huh?”

➺ loves telling you how pretty you are when you fall apart for him. “c’est magnifique… you gonna do that again for me, baby?” ➺ but also isn’t shy about calling you out when you’re needy. “so greedy, mon amour. couldn’t wait, could you?” ➺ big fan of you on top—hands behind his head, smug grin, letting you grind until you're completely out of breath. then he’ll flip you over and take over ➺ loves fucking you up against a wall, one hand around your throat, the other gripping your thigh ➺ he’s got a thing for semi-public places—balcony, alley behind a bar, tucked-away corners. you blushing and breathless while trying to stay quiet? chef’s kiss ➺ king of aftercare. immediate shift into soft, sweet mode. he’ll whisper against your skin, kiss every inch of you like he’s sealing the moment in place ➺ cleans you up gently, helps you into his shirt, tucks you under his arm and won’t stop brushing his fingers along your spine ➺ “you okay, chérie? need anythin’? water? my soul? it’s yours.”

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riding his thigh while he smokes a cigarette. thank you that is all

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the fictional character that’s like the boyfriend you’d sneak in through the window because you don’t want anyone to know about him

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Sorry im getting to this so late!

I love this so much!!!! Very cute!!!!! I love the design for real!!!

Introducing Eden Breach, my Kekkai Sensen self insert! Libra's own rough-and-tumble white rabbit. Info and separate drawings below the cut!

Taglist: @voidselfshipp, @tex-treasures, @fervent-adoration, @sincerely-bats Thank y'all as always for your support!

I'm still working out her backstory as I rewatch the series but I just had to draw her. She's loosely based on the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, and her ability, "The Warren," reflects this. She acquired this ability during the Great Collapse, when she wandered into the pocket dimension of an unknown being she's taken to calling "the King." Though it didn't speak, the being seemed to take an interest in her, and gave her the ability to slip in and out of that pocket dimension at will. She uses this primarily for movement and evasion, as well as storing important things. (She can only hold other living things in the Warren for a very short amount of time.) She's able to enter the Warren by twisting a busted pocket watch she keeps with her at all times.

I'll post more info about her soon!! I'm very happy with how she turned out.

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Hey, sorry if I am not responding to tags or reblogging things, I am just.... not in the head space for interacting right now.

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Spicy art under cut

🔞MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞

Don’t look at me I just wanted to draw Buggy/Echo ehehehehe

Not tagging anyone cuz I don’t know who is and isn’t comfy with this kinda art.

Link below is for uncensored version.

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Hogwarts Through the Ages - An excerpt from Merope’s first year at Hogwarts as a Second Year Hufflepuff.

Merope fluttered between shelves of books. From a large ornate window she could see the snow freely falling outside and the students playing about in it. It was school break and to her newly formed routine the Hufflepuff had come to the library to get some quiet time and point out flaws in Professor Lockhart’s books. She had been doing this slowly but surely. Her personal copies became worse for wear by the day as she dog eared, underlined and highlighted with each use. The thirteen year old had even started to shove extra notepages filled with her thoughts and critiques between the pages.

Her copy of Voyages with Vampires was looking worse of them all. Its red cover worn, spine half deteriorating as the cheap glue keeping the pages together slowly loosened. So she had taken a break from it, instead deciding to work on the Holidays with Hags as a festive read.

Honestly it was pathetic how much he got wrong in his books. He couldn’t even get the right idioms; Mixing up several of their meanings and even creating a few of his own. As a work of fiction that would be alright but really, passing them off as educational? The snort couldn’t be contained as she looked for a seat by one of the large windows. 

She stopped on her musings as she heard the voices of her fellow second year Hufflepuffs, listening in. 

“Hannah, he’s a parseltongue. Everyone knows that the mark of a dark wizard; Have you ever known a decent one who could talk to snakes? They called Slytherin himself serpent tongue”

Merope blinked, calmly at first. Oh. Then rage lit up her bones and before she knew it Merope was silently charging over, her feet fall silent and unnoticed by everyone till she loudly slammed her books down onto the table, startling her fellow hufflepuffs. Amber brown eyes glare down at them from over her lowered glasses, the scowl on her rounded face as she angrily jutted out her chin and said in a hard tone, “My sister is a parseltongue - are you calling her a dark wizard?”

What the hell did they know? All gapshites with open gossiping mouths and nothing between their ears? 

What the hell did they know about her sister? Lovely Amanita, who mixed in concentrated Ethylene glycol and belladonna in her morning pumpkin juice when she knew the younger girl was tired from their night time classes?

So what if she spoke to snakes? Or if Harry did for that matter? What did it matter to them?

She watched with heated interest as they floundered, their mouths agape as Hannah, Ernie and Andy students struggled for words to calm her increasing and seething fury. Her stance not that unlike an attack dog as she stood over them. No one had the heart (nor spare guts) to inform the newest second year that Amanita Addams was the closest thing Hogwarts had to a dark wizard since Voldemort. 

Nor did they want to find out how Amanita would react if her younger sister were to tell her about the now common held belief. 

“No, er, Merope” Ernie stuttered, feeling braver than he actually was as all her attention focused onto him, “no one is saying that at all”

She stared into his eyes, suddenly not feeling the need to blink 

Ernie gulped, feeling more like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a feral dog than a student calming down another fellow housemate. He feels the urge to dabble at the sweat dripping down his forehead.

Like storm clouds clearing up, Merope perked up, brightened up at the boy’s words. 

“Oh, good” she drawled, she smiled pleased and cocked her head to the side, the warm light of overhead lamps reflecting off her glasses and making it hard to see her eyes. It is hard not to notice that the way she smiles shows off more teeth than usual and the ones that they see are sharper than they had ever taken notice of. 

“I would hate for there to be any misunderstandings about parseltongues.”  

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For Dominic and Melosa

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wanna be your lil found footage horror sex tape star 🌟

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Luffy gives his love(r) rocks and other things he finds like a penguin.

There's no fighting about it.

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Caregiver / Parental f/o giving you nicknames like kiddo, sweetheart, and pumpkin whenever you’re alone together, all snuggled up in their arms. You know you’re safe here, you can rest as long as you need.

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OH I LOVE THIS!!! SUCH A GOOD JOB!!! LOOKIT THE DRESS PATTERN I AM SCREAMING OH MY GOD. Also oooo look how intense Sloan looks!!

Eidjsjdj GUARD DOG I am wheezing?!? Fuck around and find out!?? Lol

Anna Stark x Sloan Buckley a.k.a: Holy Hellfire

(L) Anna Stark (they/she) x (R) Sloan Buckley (they/he)

♡♡♡Your local ✨️NB 4 NB✨️ couple ♡♡♡

UNIVERSE: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Anna Stark-Constantine is a Mexican-American born in NE TX and is Tony Stark's biological child (I HC him as half Mexican) and John Constantine's adopted child. Maise Constantine-Stark (belonging to Hedone @sugar-and-pearls ) is their adopted sister. Their mother, named Dallas Brown, was an old fling/friend of Tony's and kept Anna a secret from him until Anna--around age 4-- started asking about who her father was.

They are a mutant with strong Empathic abilities and a registered member of both the Avengers and X-Men.

Due to their powers (a post can be found here listing them out) they often can be found with a wild animal perched on their shoulder or rubbing up against their leg like she's some IRL GNC Disney Princess.

They don't like being touched (she's on the autistic spectrum) by people too much but always do their best to make an exception for loved ones.

Their main aesthetics are Cowgirl, Lovecore, Coquette, Angelcore, Spacecore, Pastel Witch, and Pastel Goth

Sloan Buckley was raised in a Catholic orphanage in Tombstone, AZ until he was old enough to learn he had parents and track down said parents, a half white (German/English roots), half Nnēē (Apache) man named Naiche "Nathan" Kaywaykla living on the San Carlos Apache Reservation and Mary Sullivan, a white woman with Irish roots living in Colorado.

They can be found with a cigarette between their lips and a slew of assorted, beautiful beaded jewelry they and their father + grandmother have made to sell to folks just to send the money earned back to the Rez for community funds.

He is also an OC I made to become my version of the MCU's Ghost Rider since until now, there hasn't been one and even after they come out with one, Sloan is still stickin' around since my MCU is different than the Canon MCU although depending on how I vibe with whatever new one comes along they may or may go on my list too

As Ghost Rider they have a range of abilities that can be found here on the Wiki. They often summon fire to their fingertips to light their cigarettes when nobody is watching.

His main aesthetics include Cowboycore, Bikercore, and Punk

Bonus vague reference to that one Vine:

Lore tidbits tied to what they're wearing:

That star pendant on Anna's neck is the Star of Bethlehem, a gift from Tony and something that belonged to his mother. They never take it off.

Stars are a HUGE part of Anna's aesthetic and personal gender identity (they ID as stargender)

That cross is a gift from Constantine, one he gave her soon after he married Tony and adopted her. She got it the same day her adopted sister Maise got her own cross from Constantine. It's made of silver and blessed to keep her safe from demonic forces. Anna also never takes it off.

At one point, Sloan touches the cross and when it doesn't burn him, it's a clue to them that they aren't as demonic as Satan wanted them to believe after they became Ghost Rider.

The skull ring on Sloan's finger is a Momento Mori he got for himself after surviving a near death experience as a late teen. You can't see it in this photo, but he wears a silver stud earring that belonged to a Sister María Gonzales who took it upon herself to raise him and be involved even and especially when he became too rowdy and angry (undiagnosed autistic) for the other staff to want to go near him. The other earring is buried with her.

The wooden rosary was something Sister Gonzales gave him when he was little, and although he struggles with faith and who God is to him, he never takes it off due to his love for her.

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Y'know, I support that! Every Playlist deserves Hozier!! As a person who keeps ranking in the top 1 percent of Hoziers listeners in Canada... uhhh... yes. Have Hozier in your playlists!!!

Also, OOOO SUCH GOOD SONG CHOICES!!!!

it's a sad thing to realise that almost every single of my selfship playlists have a Hozier song in it. So I thought, eh lets list them all.

Almost

"Let's get lost and let the good times roll Let smoke rings from this paper doll Blow sweet and thick 'til every thought of it don't mean a thing

I got some colour back, she thinks so, too I laugh like me again, she laughs like you"

Like Real People Do

"I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you and neither would you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do"

Work Song

"Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree Cause my baby's sweet as can be She'd give me toothaches just from kissin' me

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her"

Movement

"Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh baby, oh baby Move like grey skies Move like a bird of paradise Move like an odd sight come out at night

Move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree You do it naturally Move me, baby So move me, baby Like you've nothin' left to lose And nothin' to prove Move me, baby"

Francesca 

"Do you think I'd give up That this might've shook the love from me Or that I was on the brink? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily?"

De Selby (Part 2)

"What you're given, what you live in Darling, it finds a way to live in you And your heart, love, has such darkness I feel it in the corners of the room

after the gloom (I could only lose me) I wanna lose me (If I fade away, let me fade away) I, I wanna fade away with you"

Too Sweet

"I'd rather take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You're too sweet for me You're too sweet for me"

(If you hear screaming in the background, no you didn't - why does my man have no gifs???)

Would That I

"Oh, but you're good to me Oh, you're good to me Oh, but you're good to me, baby"

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