#gambit ♡ rogue

[1tuffprincess]

Gambit and Rogue moments X-Men The Animated Series

[infected-rpd]

Could I request some pinkish purple gambit graphics!!😲

Gambit (X-Men) graphics !

req by⠀;;⠀anon⠀⠀. ⠀f2u /w reblogs⠀⠀. ⠀⠀GAMBIT MY BELOVED⠀⠀.

[docility]

★ gambit & rogue matching icons ! ◞

rb + credit if used. NO kin / id / me or f/o tags.

[yandere-wishes]

⭒ㅤׂ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇㅤׂ ⭒

⭒⌒★ Yandere! X-Men x Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝓔𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 ♡ ｡ ゜

˚୨♡୧˚Magneto - Erik Lehnsherr | مگنیتو - اریک لنشر 

Techno graces your body in lieu of veins. Wires coiling like arteries should. You use it to mimic him, embody him, be him. His starry-eyed parody. Erik needs you to be more, to be everything he -and everybody else- could never be. You are synthetic and sacred in every way, you are the future he so desperately craves. 

He can't help seeing them when he looks at you. The reverend wraiths of tortured adoration speak to him through your eyes. He sees a bit of everyone inside you, Charles, Raven, Rogue... their faces flashing like holy ghosts. You have too many constellations inside of you, all on the verge of erupting. It keeps him up at night, especially when you're curled up on your side of the bed, asleep and oblivious. 

"You will save us, little one, you will be the savior we have longed for"

He feels the centuries rolling through him, desperately lost, trying to find his way back to a home he never even knew. Maybe that's why he kneels, brushing his lips across your knuckles tracing each vein in hopes that'll lead him back to a place he's only ever seen in his dreams. I'll stay lost, I'll wait for you to find me. He knows you will, you'll do anything for him. He's sure of it. 

Genosha asks for a queen, demands it really. It's funny how these things work. Funny how those who rule the world are so intent on destroying it. Kingdoms aren't built in a day yet they can so easily be toppled in one. In turn, Magento asks you. Who else? It's his one cardinal tenet, you are the savior he could never be. The one his people, your people, need. Erik rolls your name between his lips, relishing as the syllables melt on his tongue. There's a magnetic pull to 'queen' it tastes like a hallowed prayer. "My queen" he whispers in your ear, his tongue sending sparks up the cartilage shell. Magneto pins you to his lap, keeping you tethered to his strong body. His fingers run lines up your hips indulging in your presence. You don't squirm although he suspects you want to. his lips lower, kissing your jugular and savoring the ungainly moan that slips past your pretty lips. "M-Magneto" He's only now realizing you've never called him by his birthname, maybe cause in some way you find it treacherous that he should bear such a human thing. He may see you as salvation, yet you've always gazed at him with the pietistic eyes of a zealous worshipper. 

"Use your power, feel the magnetic pull flowing through you."

"You're overcomplicating it again, master, I just need to command that which I need lifted."

You've always been a rebellious student. The sardonic irony isn't lost on him, Magneto finds it fitting that he should master such an intricate pupil.

He wonders if you can forgive him for the bodies he's scattered in your name. From this far up he doubts you notice the broken bodies littering the concrete. He'll do it all again, anything to keep your distractions at bay. His kind needs a leader, not another sanctimonious hero.

You will be their savior.

You will be his queen.

♠️🂱♠️Gambit - Remy Lebeau | گمبیت - رمی لیبو

Remy wonders if the king ever longs to be stacked with the queen. Holding his breath every time the cards are shuffled. Praying that this time, this time for sure, he'll be next to her. Gambit's holding his breath too. There's a lively lilt when you giggle, he wonders if you truly grasp how much he means every word. "Mon Cheri, you know you're the only one for me." It sounds so childish, so jejune and Gambit knows he's too old for school-boy crushes. But he can't help it, he's desperate too, just another aspirant king vying for the attention of his red queen. 

You once told him the blacks of his eyes remind you of a starry night sky back home. He thinks about that too much. About the sting of your hand on his shoulder and how good it felt sitting crooked in his bones. So that's why an ace surpasses the king. There is only, one who holds power. Maybe it's never been about the queen or the king or the royal house. It's been the Ace all along. Remy only has one heart, he knows he only has one ace too. There was an ace of hearts on your nightstand this morning, you don't recall how it got there. 

Remy's kisses are too explosive, they hold all the weight of a dying star. Yet the force never ceases, it feeds off the detonations only growing stronger, you think you'll be consumed in this kinetic nova he calls love. 

-`X´- Cyclops - Scott Summers | سیکلوپ - سکات سامرز

There's a shutter of loneliness crawling up his spine. He knows you feel it too. Scott bends and breaks under its crushing weight. You've always been there, tangible, solid. You're the living metaphor for a rock in a raging river. He just can't find the right words yet. You can't see his eyes, you can't withstand his power. But you can be there holding his hand through it all. 

'Is this selfishness'? Scott wonders and he kisses you under a dying moon. He's never had anything to call his own, nothing that stayed for long anyway. He's snuffed out his desires his whole life. His place is with the X-men, playing the no-choice hero of a thankless story. But you, you're still here, you never left. Even now you stand still as his lips taint yours. He feels your fear, undue thing that it is. But he can't let you go not when everything is always marred in endless red monochrome and melancholy. Not when the only blessing the universe had ever given him comes in the shape of you. He's so tired of only ever knowing the life of a perfect toy soldier. 'Stay' he begs you between each kiss, each touch. Please just stay. Ease his pain.

 

☽✭☾ Wolverine - Logan Howlett | ولورین - لوگان هاولت

He's been alive longer than he cares to count. Running from one hell to another. He remembers your ghost, essence weaving between places too blurred to be graced with a name. But he remembers you, he swears he does. It's just that time is so fickle and so few can withstand its crushing tides. 

"How have you been, Logan?" 

"I..ah... fine, just fine." 

When he looks at you he can't believe the changes. There's no trace of the rosy cheecked little girl who used to chase demons in the snowbanks. Playing hide and seek with every stray in the neighborhood. That's good, he thinks, he likes this refined dignitary better, somehow it brings out your eyes. There's a feral gaze when he looks at you, he thought he was over that. He feels the pulsing of his heart reverberate through his claws. It brings back something less than memories, something nostalgic, yet all so distant it may as well have been the sent of his childhood home. It's not right he thinks, as his claws trace your curves trying to feel something he knows is lost. You quiver, trying to make yourself smaller and he knows, he knows he shouldn't do this. But there are just so many pieces missing and he's never tried to look for any of them. Maybe just this once he can delude himself into remembering. 

˚ʚ★ɞ˚ Nightcrawler - Kurt Wagner | شب خزنده - کورت واگنر

Not too long ago this used to be fine. He's always been better within shadows, letting the soft dark weave around his body. Obscurity has always felt like a second home, a haven in everything but consistency. You speak in italics, talking and talking without understanding what he shoulders. If he didn't deem it blasphemy, Kurt would gladly dub himself Eros.

You would be Psyche. Oblivious, sweet Psyche.

Kurt longs to kiss your cheek, he knows it'll only starve him for more. He wonders how soft your hands will feel. If you'll You cradle his face nails tracing the sharp point of his ears, his fangs, the jagged scar he got from dreaming of you in the danger room. Will you grace him with a kiss? Something to relinquish the anguish stirring within. This should be fine, you're talking to him, laughing with him as he remains hidden within the dark. And yet how can he see this as anything less than retribution? You're so close, just a breath away. If only he could reach out and...

۵𓋹۵ Apocalypse - En Sabah Nur | آپآکلپژ- ان صباح نور

Your heartbeat sounds all too familiar. He used to hear it a thousandfold walking down the Bazaar's street. It's dead now, the noise, the rapture, the music. He wonders what went right for your heart to beat to such a lost tune?  He remembers once hearing that pain travels through families until it lands on the right generation. He's glad fate picked you. He's glad you share the same ancient burdens.

He puts the stars in the sky.

You've been warned against worshipping false idols so blindly.

Yet how can one not fall at his feet?

He who makes the earth tremble and mighty cower. 

He who seems to know everything you do not. 

Your fingers thread through his hair. It's too black, like staring at a moonless sky in December. You wonder if the eternal ebony is what gives Apocolypse his cynical edge. He laughs at the comment as he melts into your familiar touch."Thank you" he mutters. His pride laces every word twisting them into something metaphysical. Nur wonders if you catch the true sentiment behind the words. If the sand and stars make it through. 

You're too archaic for this time Nur thinks as he watches you run across the fields. The other mutants are there, persistent in the games you all play. In his time he'd have already declared you his wife. Do you know the ancient ceremonies? Would you have gifted him gold or flesh? The yearning builds in his throat. Maybe he should have stayed dead. 

Apocolypse lingers the days away in your room, plotting, scheming. You keep him hidden like a blood secret. He's the only one who seems to understand where your power comes from, where you come from. " I could win against you...someday" Your fingers glow igniting a forgotten glow, Nur can't help but laugh as he traces the curve of your spine. " I don't doubt you could, beloved." His blue lips are on the length of your neck. Everything about you screams dead nostalgia. You've followed him through lifetimes. Smiling as you dragged him across the sand dunes just to watch the sunset. How he longs to carve you open and feel your heart between his teeth. 

He's choking on sand.

Drowning in stardust.

Nur feels like he's swallowed the sun whole. Devoured Ra and spat out his holy bones. He still feels the sting of its rays seeping through his teeth. He's divinity and desperation are all in the same breath. Apocalypse and Nur are just two sides of the same daric. You stand in front of him, tracing the blues of his face, kissing the reds of his eyes. An excavation into the lost, unearthing that which could collapse the world. You enjoy him, savor him, keeping his gold essence on your tongue locked behind rose-tinted lips. You beg Nur to dig through your bones, open you up, unseal every crypt. He obliges, kissing the hollow of your bones until his teeth graze your unsteady heart.

"And what will you do once you meet the real world?"

"Oh, nothing, the real world will have to meet me first."

There is so much blood, he doesn't remember doing this. You stand beside him watching the sand in the hourglass run out. He is Apocolypse bringer of destruction, the end of worlds, funny how he needed you, frail sweet thing that you are, to remind him of this. It's only when he looks at you, really really looks at you that he realizes how many things are still the same. Twisted deformed yet still they harbor their old shapes. Apocolypse kisses you under the shade of a palm tree hoping it'll mean something in the end.

Hoping everything can just go back. 

[librababe99]

Ashes of Desire

CW: emotional manipulation, violence, danger, angst...

Summary: On a humid New Orleans night, you’re drawn to the dangerously magnetic Remy LeBeau, despite every warning. His red eyes and easy charm pull you into a whirlwind of stolen kisses and whispered secrets. Word Count: 1548

AN: Last post for the night y'all and I swear I'll leave your timelines alone😂❤️ I feel like I've been writing a lot of angst? But I honestly love it LOL---I hope you enjoy and as always comments/feedback are appreciated! - Libra * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

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The humid New Orleans night clung to you like a second skin, the air heavy with the scent of rain and the whispers of secrets lurking in every shadowed corner. Bourbon Street was alive, pulsing with the vibrant energy of the city—jazz music spilling from open doors, laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses, the occasional shout cutting through the noise. But none of it reached your ears. Your focus was singular, unwavering, fixed on the figure leaning casually against the brick wall just beyond the reach of the neon lights.

Remy LeBeau.

He was every bit the enigma you’d always known him to be—cool, composed, with an air of danger that clung to him like the night itself. His red eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, a predatory gleam that set your nerves on edge and made your pulse quicken. You knew better. You knew the stories, the warnings whispered by those who had crossed paths with the infamous Gambit and lived to tell the tale. He was a thief, a rogue, a man with more blood on his hands than you cared to think about. But there was something about him, something dark and magnetic that drew you in like a moth to a flame, even when you knew you were going to get burned.

He pushed off the wall with a lazy grace, his smirk deepening as he sauntered toward you, each step deliberate, measured. The slick cobblestones beneath his boots barely made a sound. The narrow alleyway you had cornered him in felt suddenly too small, too intimate, the walls pressing in on you as the space between you dwindled.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he drawled, his voice thick with that unmistakable Cajun accent that sent shivers down your spine. His gaze flickered over you, a mix of amusement and something darker, something that made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with fear. His eyes were unreadable, a storm behind a veil of indifference, and yet, you couldn’t look away.

“I could say the same about you,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, trying to ignore the way his presence seemed to fill the alleyway, crowding out everything else. You had come here tonight with a purpose, but now that you were face-to-face with him, you weren’t sure what that purpose was anymore.

He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that curled around your insides like smoke. “Always de stubborn one, ain’t ya, chère?” he said, closing the distance between you in two strides. He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face, and the contact sent a shock through your system. Your skin tingled where he touched you, a stark contrast to the cold fear creeping up your spine.

“Chère, you keep playin’ dis game, but you don’t even know the rules,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, the words a warning and a promise all at once.

Your breath hitched as his hand lingered on your cheek, the warmth of his skin making you acutely aware of just how close he was. You wanted to pull away, to put some distance between you, but your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch instead, craving the warmth and the danger that came with it.

“I know enough,” you whispered, though the words felt hollow, even to your own ears. What were you doing? What did you hope to achieve? This man was danger personified, a storm wrapped in charm and lies, and yet, here you were, drawn to him like an addict to their poison.

His eyes darkened, a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place passing through them—something that made your chest tighten painfully. “Maybe,” he said softly, almost as if he were talking to himself. “But sometimes, knowin’ ain’t enough to save you.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy and ominous, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of regret in his eyes, a vulnerability so fleeting you almost doubted you’d seen it at all. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the familiar mask of nonchalance that he wore like armor.

“You think I’m gonna save you, chère?” he teased, leaning in closer, his breath hot against your ear, sending another shiver down your spine. “’Cause I ain’t no hero. Never been, never will be.”

“I don’t need saving,” you snapped, finding your voice again, even as your heart hammered in your chest. “Especially not from you.”

The smirk that curled his lips was sharp, dangerous, and it made something inside you twist painfully. “Dat’s where you’re wrong, ma belle. I’m the one you should be runnin’ from.”

But you couldn’t run. Not now. Not after you’d come this far, not after everything that had led you to this moment. And that’s how you found yourself tangled up in his arms, lips crashing together in a kiss that was more desperation than passion, a collision of need and fear and something else you couldn’t name. It was a mistake. You knew that. But in that moment, with the world spinning around you and the taste of him on your tongue, it was the only thing that felt real.

He kissed you like he was drowning, like you were the last breath of air he’d ever have, and you let him. You let him because for once, you wanted to be the one who made him feel something, anything. Even if it was just for a moment.

But it wasn’t just a moment.

It was a series of stolen kisses, whispered words in the dark, and nights spent in each other’s arms, pretending that this—whatever it was—could be something more. You told yourself it was just a fling, just a game, but deep down, you knew it was a lie.

You were falling for him. And it was going to destroy you.

Because Remy LeBeau was not a man who could be saved. He was a storm, wild and unpredictable, and you were caught in the eye of it, helpless to do anything but watch as everything you knew was torn apart.

He warned you. He told you to stay away. But you didn’t listen. You thought you could handle it, handle him, but now you were drowning in the mess you’d made, and there was no one to pull you out.

And Remy? He was still there, still holding you close, but you could see the cracks in his façade, the way he looked at you like he was waiting for the inevitable. He wasn’t going to save you. He was going to drag you down with him, and there was nothing either of you could do to stop it.

“Remy,” you whispered one night, your voice barely audible over the sound of rain pattering against the window. The city outside was alive, but in that quiet room, it felt like you were the only two people in the world. “What are we doing?”

He didn’t answer right away, just held you tighter, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, as if he could memorize the feel of you beneath his touch. “Survivin’, chère,” he said finally, his voice rough and tired. “We’re just survivin’.”

But you both knew it was more than that. You weren’t surviving—you were burning. And sooner or later, there would be nothing left but ashes.

But even as that truth hung heavy between you, you couldn’t let go. You couldn’t walk away. Because as much as it hurt, as much as it tore you apart, you needed him. And that was the most dangerous thing of all.

So you stayed. You stayed even though you knew it was killing you, even though you knew that every kiss, every touch, was another step closer to the edge.

The nights grew longer, the days more unbearable as the weight of your choices pressed down on you. Remy was a constant presence, always there in the shadows of your mind, a reminder of everything you were trying to escape and everything you couldn’t bear to lose. The more time you spent with him, the more you felt the edges of your sanity fray, the more you felt yourself slipping further into the abyss.

You began to notice the small things, the things that only someone who was hopelessly entangled would see—the way his laughter never quite reached his eyes, the way his hands would tremble just slightly when he thought you weren’t looking. The way he would watch you when he thought you were asleep, his expression soft and almost…broken.

But those moments of vulnerability were fleeting, gone as soon as they appeared, replaced by the mask you had come to know so well. He was still Remy LeBeau, the charming, dangerous thief who could steal your breath with a smile and break your heart with a whisper. He was still the storm you had foolishly decided to weather, even as it tore your world apart.

And when the end came—because it would come, you knew that now—it would be on his terms, not yours.

Because Remy LeBeau was a thief, and he had stolen more than just your heart.

He had stolen your soul.

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[wooongs]

Rogue and Gambit — matching icons ♡

[honey-minded-hivemind]

*becky and reader fighting/arguing*

“Here comes Logan with a steel chair”

All jokes aside it would be so scary if all of the X-men had places around and in readers house that they haunt. Like Kurt crawls around on the ceilings or hides in the closet or under the bed, we already know morph follows them to work, Logan haunt the woods and the backyard, there would be no place in that house where you would be alone or…safe?

Oooooo... (Logan is coming with his claws after Becky, just watch him-) You're right. Usually they come in either in a small group of three, or only one at a time. But since you've mentioned this... let's explore which characters investigate which parts of Reader's apartment:

Scott: He investigates everywhere. Your living room? He's looked through all of your books and tapes, and happily notes you have the same taste as you did with them. Your pantry l? He's tutting and making note to get Morph or Logan or Gambit to snag you some real food if they go past your home. Your bathroom? He makes sure you have essentials, and removes any razors or anything sharp or potentially dangerous. Your bedroom/storage room? He hates how bare it is, and doesn't like you don't have a bed. If he visits at night, he's usually sitting next to you, putting your head in his lap amd stroking your hair, trying to calm down...

Jean: She sticks to your kitchen and bedroom/living room. She's making notes, communicating to the others what you have, how similar you are to the Reader they remember you being, and if they need to watch out for signs of depression, anxiety, or self-harm. She's fixed dinner a few nights, simply setting it up in a way that is the least suspicious, getting a fake note saying a neighbor wanted to send you a welcome gift~♡

Logan: He's checking the woods behind your apartment, he's scouring the entire neighborhood, and he's guarding your living room and sleeping area. Gets rid of any pests pests as snakes or burglars, collects rocks or bones or any odd bits you might appreciate, and scares off anyone who tries to knock on your door or break in at night. During the day, a few people thought he was a rabid bear or badger, but he doesn't care, as long as you're safe and any threats are dEAd- (will rub your back in your sleep, trying to ease any pain, and will purr or chuff if you're crying in your sleep)...

Morph: They're following you everywhere, of course~! In the house, they're taking care of any pests or chores, trying to make it feel more comfortable. At your job, they're helping you and handling more annoying customers, especially BecKy- (they hate her, and plan to rid the both of you of her). When you have the odd day off, they're taking you out to enjoy nature walks, going to an arcade, or eating at some nice diner or Cafe or getting some McDuncans. During the day or night when they aren't with you or taking care of pests, they're inspecting your home and getting rid of anything that could hurt you (they don't like that knife you had, they will nOt leT YoU HuRt yOursElf-!)...

Gambit: He's in your kitchen or your closet, or is out exploring the town. Gets extra foods for you, stocks your pantry or freezer, sets a pot of soup soup boil or a roast to cook, Gambit is making sure your fed. He's found a few old boxes in your closet, an extra book full of drawings you'd made (when he sees its them, the X-Men and a few others, he's speeding it back to the others). He helps keep the crime down in your area, feeds some stray animals, then always wanders back to your home, clicking the door shut and making sure your tapes are ready to play~ (he tucks blankets around you, adding a few extra pillows when you aren't looking or aren't home)...

Rogue: She's investigating your bathroom, your living room, and the shadier parts of your area. In your bathroom, she adds some soaps, but overall doesn't mess with much, while when in town, she's hinting fown dangerous criminals and making sure they don't ever get near your home or job or you. In the afternoon she keeps an eye on your living room, looming at the few pictures on the wall and messing with your plushies. (When you sleep she tends to pat your head, then sneaks out to take care of any problems...)...

Nightcrawler: He's on your roof, on your ceiling, is in the woods, and just goes wherever he can. Your ceiling is where he hides if you're awake when home and he's not left yet, and watches you from there, wishing he could wrap you up in a hug. When you're out, he's rifling through your clothes, your boxes, your pantry, your plushies, anything to know who you are here and if you're still you (he's pleasantly surprised to see your tastes are the same, less happy to see your memory isn't always good or that you sometimes break down when something is out of place or the TV seems too much...)

Storm: She investigates your living room, bit otherwise doesn't go much anywhere else, unless it's your bedroom/storage room. She's adding blankets over you as you sleep, she's leaving a few gifts scattered in places you'll find them, and makes sure the weather isn't too bright for your newly sensitive eyes and that the weather doesn't harm you. Has added an extra pot of stew to your kitchen. (She sings to you sometimes when you're asleep, it reminds her of old times with you)...

Beast: He's checking your medicine cabinet, your entire kitchen amd bathroom, and is taking enough notes on your health, what you eat, your symptoms, and any medicine you have or any used products. (He is NOT happy to see a that you hid a bloodstained towel, he's telling Scott to keep any sharp objects away from you). Leaves you books books knows you used to like, and gets Morph to sometimes give you better medicine hidden in food or drinks (it's to ease any pain from your mutations coming back and the withdrawal, all caused by Sinister's pills). Is stocking your first aid kit, making a list of foods and meals for Gambit, Morph, Logan and Scott to get you or make, and tells everyone to watch out for any signs your mutations are coming back...

Jubilee: She's looking through your closet, and once or twice looked at your job. She steals a hoodie of yours, wanting to have a piece of you with her and the others to hug, and leaves a plushie of you (your character). Left some candy behind, gossioed with Morph when she comes by, and once or twice scared off some punk who was trying to sneak behind your house. (She noticed you wore the charm bracelet from when you were them, and immediately gasps, alerting the others to it-)...

Bonus:

Magneto: He's looking everywhere in your entire town and it's surrounding environment. Any dangerous electronics or plumbing or wiring he can fix, it's done. Your neighbors or any abusive or toxic family come by, he's quick to terrify them (and set them up to he arrested or to be caught by the others, whichever is worse for them). If you have an iron deficiency, he knows it, and gets Morph or Beast to leave you some iron deficiency pills. (Has also met Becky, hates her, let Morph or Logan or someone else take care of her while he ruins her car)...

Sabretooth: He's exploring every dark crack, each tree, each dark alley, anywhere and everywhere he can find. Any dangerous sorts about to rob your job? He's gutting them in thr back of an alley where no one can hear them scream. Becky hurt you? When Morph or Logan's dome scaring her, ol' Sabretooth is visiting her to cut out that nasty tongue of hers, and rips her nails off. A rattlesnake was too close to your apartment? It's head rolls off into the woods, while he crushes the body between his claws as it wriggles in its last moments. Someone was harassing you? ... There is nothing left but a few bones and blood smears once he's had his turn at them. Nothing hurts you, nothing breathes wrong against you, nothing can even look at you wrong without earning his wrath (you're his kit, weren't you, why can't you remember him remember them why can't you coMe hOmE aLReaDy-?!)... He leaves a few pieces of meat for you to eat, as well as a rabbit's foot...

( @thewickedweiner @sugar-soda @weebwholovesuchihasasuke What do y'all think? Who would you hate to see in the middle night as you woke up from a nightmare? And which one do you think is the most dangerous?)

[spideyzitos]

HQ Icons # 🌒 . Gambit ♡' Rogue ( ! )

– Rogue: Remy, if you have any feelin's for me, any at all, leave me alone.

– Gambit: S'funny. My feelings for you are the very same reason I'm staying.

[unusualhorror]

Gambit and Rogue

Drawings made for my sis ♡

[arklayraven]

Asmo and I, watching the X-Men movie last night while my internet was out.

Asmo: I feel so bad for Rogue...Imagine being unable to express your love and affection through touch alone to anyone because you could literally kill them. I don't think I'll ever survive if I was in her shoes...I wonder if she ever finds true ever lasting love in the end...

Me: ...You never read a X-Men comic huh?

Asmo: Huh? No. Why?

Me: *GOES ON A HUGE RANT OVER THE PASSIONATE LOVE THAT IS ROGUE AND GAMBIT*

Asmo: !?!! (♡°▽°♡)

[fatiguedshipper]

♡ F/O list

I like sharing, feel free to gush about them with me!

♡ Jason Todd - DC

♡ Tartaglia - Genshin Impact

♡ Anna Marie (Rogue) & Remy LeBeau (Gambit) - X-Men

[lunarwildrose]

my natural hair is akin to my kindred spirit, Rogue / Anna-Marie from The X-Men (my Hubs Karasu is my Gambit ofc♡)

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#personal #Nabi #ShaYuriKarasu #Karasu #Rogue #AnnaMarie #AnnaMarieLeBeau #AnnaMarieRogue #RogueAnnaMarie #Gambit #GambitRemyLeBeau #RemyLeBeau #RemyLeBeauGambit #RoguexGambit #GambitxRogue #RogueXMen #XMenRogue #GambitXMen #XMenGambit #TheXMen #XMen

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[emotionaldreamer]

My Fic Recs

Here is my long list of fanfic recommendations that I have devoured and feel like you should all go and read

Last Updated: 31.03.24

Currently Obsessing Over Reading:

* AlI Really Want Is You by @loveshotzz

* Secrets Underneath by @justmeinadaze

* And I Need To Know by @the-unforgivenn

Eddie Munson

♡ All time favs ♡

⋆ worlds apart by @munsons-maiden

⋆ closer by @loveshotzz

⋆ Twenty Four Hours by @ghost-proofbaby

⋆ Honey I'm Home by @trashmouth-richie

⋆ I can't carry it for you but I can carry you by @the-wild-wolves-around-you

⋆ caught fire by @flamingo-writes

⋆ punk rock girl by @sunflowergirl522

⋆ play pretend by @webslinger-holland

⋆ lost and found by @so-mordor-itis

⋆ cherry blossom coloured kisses by @queers-gambit

⋆ can I borrow your bed by @hard-candy-writing

⋆ at the mercy of pain by @storiumemporium

⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆ Series ⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆

⋆ ravenloft by @cambria-writes

⋆ the metal head and the material girl by @loveronlineee

⋆ anybody have a map by @spiderrrling

⋆ The Yes Policy by @pinkrelish

⋆ sunday bloody sunday by @mrdcks-spaghetti

⋆ gentle with me by @swingsuckerswing

⋆ take a chance on me by @mycurrent-hyperfixation

⋆ three by @loveronlineee

⋆ meet the munsons by @mypoisonedvine

⋆ she's a freak by @buckysdolls

⋆ love letters by @quinnsmunson

⋆ live wire by @chaseadrian

⋆ Eddie and Bird by @eddieandbird

⋆ catholic! reader x eddie munson by @prettyboyeddiemunson

⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆ One Shots ⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆

⋆ you made me hate this city by @marvelsswansong

⋆ untitled - e.m by @flamingo-writes

⋆ one scoop for two by @loveronlineee

⋆ gold rush by @marvelsswansong

⋆ i was made for loving you by @milkiane

⋆ little witch by @peterthepark

⋆ following the herd by @uglypastels

Steve Harrington

⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆ Series ⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆

⋆ colors by @loveshotzz

⋆ head over heels by @theowritesstuff

⋆ off limits by @steveharringtons-lover

⋆ take on me - by @appocalipse

⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆ One Shots ⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆

⋆ new years eve by @loveshotzz

⋆ heartstopper by @forever-rogue

⋆ I'm just getting comfy by @mypoisonedvine

⋆ let me protect you by @mayhem24-7forever

⋆ have you seen her by @luveline

divider by @firefly-graphics

[idyllicserendipity]

Independent / Extremely Selective / Mutuals Only / Made this blog mainly for Close Friends / Miscellaneous Multimuse / Mun is 30+ / Is terribly slow as she works everyday now / As Loved by Beckowsky ♡ / Credits for any Unofficial Art Used

Rules // Muses: Anime / Cartoon / Games / Live Action // Mains & Ships Canon Divergent Muses Carrd (Coming Soon!) // Private Muses (Also Coming Soon)

Ask // Submit // Other Blogs (Most Active Blog) 

Graphics Commission Blog Art Commission Blog (Thank you in advance for your interest and support!!! 😭❤️)

Muses to be added: 

Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Prowl, Jazz, Megatron, Starscream, Blitzwing and Shockwave from Transformers Animated

Sano and Akira Kojima and Damien Morningstar from BTD (Will be heavily rewritten and HC based, and have different art drawn for their icons)

Yuji, Kenjaku, Mahito, Yuta, Yaga, Manami, Haibara, Utahime, Shoko, Hanami and Ijichi from JJK

Sanrio’s Hello Kitty, Pompompurin, Cinnamoroll and Pochacco

Velvette from HH

Frieren

Maomao from Apocathery Diaries

Greed from FMA

Raphael from TMNT: MM and TMNT 2012

Andrei Ulmeyda from Killer 7

The Ghoul from Amazon’s Fallout Series

Pim and Charlie from Smiling Friends

Rogue and Gambit from X-Men ‘97

Sherman Klump from the Nutty Professor

Hao Asakura from Shaman King

Toshiro Hijikata from Gintama

Sanemi Shinazugawa from Demon Slayer

Dave the Barbarian

[honey-minded-hivemind]

🔦Rewind AU Fun Facts and Headcanons♡:

• Reader smells like coffee, caramel, amd Autumn spices

• Reader tends to wear hoodies, sweaters, sweatshirts, and black jeans; they sometimes wear mascara; paint their nails black; wear glasses; has a bracelet with little charms on it...

• Reader works at an old video store that is a mix of Blockbuster, Gamestop, and a thrift store; they tend to work extra shifts and odd hours; it's called ReelTheatre

• The old tapes are from Reader's childhood, which they play at the store or at home, if they're fixing them or making sure they work; some if the tapes are lost episodes, never seen in the series...

• The tapes might be slightly... off, as they mention a character who Reader had never heard of, and which no one else has heard of...

• The shop has a Karen-like jerk named Becky. No one likes Becky, she's a very... mean individual, to put it lightly

• Reader has a few items from their childhood they held onto, such as: an old charm bracelet... a stuffed toy of one of the X-Men... a book filled with notes and doodles... and the video tapes, which they play for free at the store, but have stated are NOT for sale...

• Reader has to take a pill each day, for a reason they can't quite remember...

• The world Reader is in is in the early 2000s

• Reader has a few piercings

• If Reader ever did have a mutation, it likely is some kind of cat or feral mutation...

• Reader is a tired bean, who lives in a small house or apartment, and who barely has a life outside of their home or the video store they work at

• There's something sinister going on with all of this -

• If Reader had a favorite villain, it's Sabretooth, because he looks like a cat and Reader understands having not-so-great childhoods...

• Reader finds: Morph funny; Logan comforting; Beast friendly; Scott confident; Jean caring; Storm awesome; Jubilee sparkly; Gambit warm; Rogue bad*ss; and Charles smart...

• Reader finds their pills missing one night...

• Reader wears different earrings

• Reader has a long scar on their left arm and one small scar on their inner right wrist...

( @danni1323 @vivid-bun @sugar-soda @weebwholovesuchihasasuke @thewickedweiner @roxanndrummond @crowwithguns @loudprincenerd @opossumdaydreamz Which X-Men do you think they have as a plush? Or, well, who do YOU want as their X-Men plush?) (Can y'all tell which facts are... more important than they first appear...?) (Enjoy♡)