#THE ROGUE GOD.

[causalityparadoxes]

He's a bounty hunter. He's into DnD. He somehow doesn't know about cosplay or how to improv despite this. He CAN dance. He fell for the Doctor so hard the only coherent thought in his head under stress was proposing to them. Within the hour he'd kissed them, sacrificed himself, and said "find me" after making them catch a goddamn marriage bouquet. He's a nerd. He's socially awkward. He listens to Kylie Minogue. He's a sweetheart. He's a Killer. He's engaged to the Doctor. He is the moment. He is the Rogue.

[a-rogue-god]

THE MEETING.

The old wooden floorboards creak with each step. World weary eyes take in the dark chapel, every inch memorized like the back of his hand.

How many years has Gabriel known this place. Too many, some would say. Perhaps even Gabriel would say so.

He leaned against a pew for support, stopping to rest and take in some breaths. He was old. His body was failing. Even the short distance from his rectory to his chapel was enough to wind him. And yet he did not fear his impending death. Each moment brought him closer to it, he knew, he had been ready for it since the day he dawned his collar. If it came tonight, he wouldn't mind. He hoped The Creator and Mother would take mercy on him.

Gabriel began slowly walking up toward his altar, but stopped in his tracks again. A brisk wind picked up, despite it just being dead still seconds ago. A breeze blew past him, lighting the candles that rested atop the altar, flicking in the breeze.

A sign?

"HAVE YOU COME TO PRAY?"

The voice was everywhere and nowhere, in front, behind, in his head and out loud. Masculine. Feminine. High pitched, low. Echoey. Hard to place.

From the shadows, eyes appeared, looking everywhere before focusing on Gabriel.

Gasping, Gabriel stepped back, as the figure fully materialized, a vaguely humanoid looking thing, blacker than the darkest night sky, dotted with eyes. Teeth were visible, shaped into a wide smile.

It looked at him. It looked into him. It saw him for what he was.

"I KNOW YOU, GABRIEL. I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU."

Shaking, Gabriel muttered, "W-what do you mean?"

"YOU DON'T TRULY WANT TO DIE, CHILD. YOU FEAR IT. YOU CAN LIE TO YOURSELF ALL YOU WANT BUT WE BOTH KNOW." It seemingly glided over to him, towering over the elderly priest. Gabriel stared at it, fear coursing through his veins as it continued: "BUT I CAN GIVE YOU STRENGTH AGAIN. I CAN RELIGHT YOUR FLAME."

"R-relight my f-flame? You mean-"

"I CAN PUT OFF YOUR DEATH. FOR AS LONG AS I WISH." It giggles, tilting its head and leaning in awfully too close for comfort.

Frozen in place, unable to move away from the being, Gabriel asks, "What's the catch?"

"SIMPLE TERMS, CHILD." It moves away, circling behind Gabriel, placing a cold hand on the priest's shoulder and whisks him up to behind the altar, making it so Gabriel could look out on the empty church. "I WILL PROLONG YOUR LIFE," It leaned over his shoulder, grinning still, finding amusement in whatever ultimatum it decided. "IF YOU SHRUG OFF YOUR WORSHIP OF MY SIBLINGS. AND WORSHIP ONLY ME."

It clicked in his brain immediately after, who this being was. The Rogue God. The God Gabriel was taught of ever since he was a young boy, not to trust, not to even think about. And here it was. After decades of being good, what did Gabriel deserve to be suddenly met face to face with it?

"I HAVE SEEN YOUR WORK, GABRIEL. YOU ARE A VERY CAPABLE PRIEST. YOUR FLOCK IS LOYAL. TRUSTWORTHY. YOU ARE A GOOD MAN. THEY WILL FOLLOW YOU."

"Why? Why choose me?"

The Rogue God giggled again, "I HAVE WAITED SO LONG FOR THIS MOMENT. FOR YOU. FOR A PRIEST WITH THE FORTITUDE AND STRENGTH YOU HAVE."

"Strength? I have no strength," Gabriel interrupted it, surprised it could even use those words to describe himself.

"YOU DO NOT SEE IT YET. BUT I WILL SHOW YOU JUST HOW STRONG YOU CAN BE. THE POWER YOU HAVE IN THIS SOCIETY IS IMMENSE. YOU WILL LEAD HUMANITY INTO A NEW ERA. ONE NOT SHACKLED BY THE OPPRESSIVE REGIME THAT YOU DESPISE."

The words weighed heavily in Gabriel's mind, what it said was true. Gabriel hated the theocracy that controlled his country's every aspect. He has seen too many innocents killed or imprisoned just for loving who they loved. Being who they truly were. He already welcomed so many "undesirables" into his church. He had protected so many-

"AND YOU CAN PROTECT THEM MORE." The God finished his thought, turning Gabriel once more so he could face it. "I SEEK TO CHANGE THIS WORLD. MY SIBLINGS HAVE BLINDED THEMSELVES TO THIS WORLD'S SUFFERING. BUT I AM SICKENED BY IT. WE CAN CHANGE IT."

"But I am just one man!" Gabriel exclaimed, "I cannot change the minds of hundreds of people- I cannot lead them-"

"I WILL BE WITH YOU." The Rogue took Gabriel's hands in its own and placed them against his chest, Gabriel feeling a warmth unlike anything he's ever known fill his chest, spreading to the rest of his body. The weakness he had felt earlier was gone, an unknown strength taking over. "WE WILL RESCUE THIS WORLD. TOGETHER."

"Yes. We will." Gabriel replied, with that Rogue laughed triumphantly and faded into the shadows once more.

"YOU WILL BE MY PROPHET, GABRIEL. YOU WILL SPREAD MY WORD."

[loveexpelrevolt]

Remy died so we could live. All of us.

Rogue + quoting Gambit X-Men '97 1.05 | X-Men '97 1.10

[polarsirens]

rage

[literarymerritt]

Thinking about Them 🥺

Art Tumblr | Twitter

[glitter-stained]

Prompt:

After Red Hood stopped killing and someone leaked footage hinting that he's the second Robin, he expected to fight for every morsel of territory, for everybody to desert him and the murder attempts to triple.

And, well. It's not like he doesn't find himself in a rigged warehouse on Monday, walking off that one explosion with singes on his back. It's not like on Wednesday, a bullet pierces through a hole in his armour and he's losing half his blood in an alley. And sure, someone takes advantage of him throwing his helmet away on Friday (he was out of grenades and needed a bigger bomb) to fear gass him, but it's fine, he can function normally under fear gass nowadays.

Except. Except nobody deserts him. By Monday, the attempts have completely stopped. He walks into a meeting with his men and sees his goons' hands won't stop shaking, and even his lieutenant won't look him in the eyes.

Jason is confused, and so are the other bats, but soon the rumours reach their ears: you can't go after the Red Hood, because no matter what you do, once you've targeted him it's over, like a dog with a bone, he'll get you eventually- no matter how you shoot or how many explosives you use. It doesn't matter that the Red Hood doesn't kill, because the Red Hood doesn't die.

[awesomekittyparty]

MEOWWWW MEOW MEOW

Rogue of void outfit fully from scratch by me !!! :3

Here is 2015 vs 2024 😽

[fuzzyhairedfreak]

um uh uh um. so. did anyone else used to follow Nate Stevenson's D&D campaign drawings back in the day or-

[lululeighsworld]

it was literally their moment and they just let us watch

(if you need me i'll be marinating in this for the foreseeable future)

[floertoer]

^°^

[thorias]

Gambit written to be competent, cunning and cool, and not made to be the butt of any jokes.

Rogue allowed to be vulnerable and finally remembering that she actually likes her husband.

Gail Simone, I could kiss you.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 101

 The Fentons have created a machine! A wonderful machine that will reveal a ghost’s true form! So that everyone will see their trickery! They’ll see that the monsters they really are! 

 Now, to know what all went wrong, one would have to know some things about the ghost zone, and more specifically the area the Fentons had managed to punch through to. 

 For one, ghosts do not age like humans. Oh they might take a form similar to that of their death, which may appear as an adult or teen or something similar, but with how they can only die by the complete destruction of their core, theoretically a ghost could live forever once formed. 

 In fact, the equivalent of eighteen years for a ghost was one-hundred realms-years dead. And those years don’t always sync up with the years of the living world that one might open a door into. Thankfully, the Fenton’s world, being one of those synced closer to the Realms, only had a time dilation of a few seconds. 

 That being said, the area their portal had ripped into was incredibly rich in ectoplasm. And areas like that, were where newborn ghosts were formed and arrived. A ghost daycare of sorts, almost akin to a toddler area of the zone. 

 Which meant that when they shoot the Phantom-menace and other pesky ghosts to revert them into their true form, it isn’t exactly monsters that appear. Instead, there are now several ghost toddlers- or in the phantom-trio’s case literal babies- flying around. Very unhappy ghost toddlers. 

 What a horrible time for the Justice League to arrive. Though perhaps some would say it was actually perfect timing. 

[maxintime]

ROGUE NOVELIZATION SPOILERS‼️‼️

[loveexpelrevolt]

How about the winner get a kiss from the loser? Do you wanna end up in a coma? You can drain my energy any time, chère. Gambit has plenty.

GAMBIT & ROGUE | X-Men '97 1.03 "Fire Made Flesh"

[fortheloveofexy]

"andrew would be a rogue in dnd" "no he'd be a barbarian" "actually I think he'd be a fighter-" wrong, wrong. all of us, including me, were wrong.

he'd be a paladin. nobody else takes an oath more seriously than him.

[caernua]

”Ah, the wonderful smell of woodsmoke. I’m glad some things never change.”

ASSASSINS CREED: REVELATIONS (2011) ASSASSINS CREED III (2012) ASSASSINS CREED: BLACK FLAG (2013) ASSASSINS CREED: ROGUE (2014) ASSASSINS CREED: VALHALLA (2020) ASSASSINS CREED: MIRAGE (2023)