#so many of ya'll have been just so willing to be kind to me or let me vent to you privately or educate me about stuff

[blackbackedjackal]

Sometimes I think about how long some of you all have been following me and I'm like wow, ya'll really like watching this clown.

[doeshrine]

Any general headcanons for doe; romantic or just regular guy stuff :]

You guys really wanna know MORE!? AHH I have had no one to talk about my beloved Doe with AH! Sorry sorry! I'm done gushing! Genuinely just happy to talk about them.

TW: YANDERE RELATED TOPICS

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John Doe absolutely goes by he/they pronouns. No ya'll can't take this from me.

Even in their female form which is often referred to as "Jane Doe", I feel like that would just piss them off. I think just bc he changes his presentation doesn't mean you get to misgender them. I think despite presentation changes he'd still be himself and still go by John Doe.

So Regular Guys are pretty much pests in the Uncanny Valley. John Doe's eyes are kinda of explained in House Hunted 2 that he has to physically split his eye in half so he blends in. Personally, I think that's got to be uncomfortable all the time, so at home he does go from two eyes to one eye since he feels comfortable about it.

Many would think he's controlling which I think he can be occasionally, but not on purpose. Due to some of the things he has been through all alone, I think he views himself being controlling as protecting you, and while yeah he's a whole yandere I think he's more than willing to hear you out on making him comfortable while also accommodating your- freewill lol.

He hisses at people.

He stares at you when you sleep. There is no way ya'll convince me otherwise.

He doesn't require sleep but understands that you prefer to snuggle in bed with him at night.

He hates any of your plushies. He thinks if you hug them, you like them more than him- but he won't throw them away. He likes how soft they are.

He stutters a lot when trying to explain his feelings to you. He isn't used to people viewing him as a person over a pest.

Despite being a yandere, he is oddly good at communication if you teach him what it is and how to understand boundaries. He's going to slip up and you gotta understand that when going into the relationship.

He just orders takeout a lot. I have a weird headcanon that Regular Guys can make things from thin air so when he orders food he hands them money he just conjures. ((This man accidentally inflates the economy one eldritch magic dollar at a time.))

When he gets all hyper-realistic, he doesn't acknowledge it as "scary" to him he's sort of blind to it happening. While yes he is physically doing it, he doesn't see it so he just- kinda thinks you're being mean to him if you freak out. I think he's a visual learner so cues such as covering your eyes help him understand you're just uncomfortable, but don't love him any less.

He lets you pet his hair and despite the curls it never knots or tangles. Like it never knots up.

He isn't good with animals. Except crows love him. He likes crows.

He does try to clutter your home- and uh that's gonna require you explaining to him that humans need clean spaces to live.

Did I mention he's jealous? However, he can be really subtle about it. He just glares or waits till you turn to go hyper-realistic on someone.

He has an existential crisis in one breath, but in the next will ask you to pass the popcorn. (he is unwell)

For my FNAF bitches, he would listen to your info dump about the FNAF lore any day of the week. Any kind of hyperfixation or special interest of yours he will listen to you talk about it. He can keep up with however you talk and will never ask you to speed up slow down or stop talking. He just likes you.

He can help with chores, water CANNOT be involved.

In his Lil' Doe form (I HAVE DIBS ON THE NICKNAME >XP), he takes dust baths, but because he isn't human he doesn't have to take traditional showers. He can't too or his form does break down so please take care of him.

Despite him hating you taking showers, he learns to accept it due to the fact you explain it is a health thing. He realizes a human being is much more complex than a Regular Guy physically and requires more care than a dust bath.

He makes sure you eat. If you don't eat he becomes paranoid you will die.

Has he killed people for you? Yep.

Kinda running out of thoughts!

[kelp-person]

people liked my last imposter! sagau post a lot so i suppose i'll give ya'll this :) hope you like it !!

( first post about this au here !! )

𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 ❝𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬❞

ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀʏ sound surprising, the 'imposter' actually has a name.

that name is [y/n] [l/n].

[y/n] didn't consider themself anything special. especially not in their old world. they were just like every other kid they knew: a small person trying their best to make it in a big world that constantly told them that their 'best' apparently wasn't enough.

[y/n] didn't really like listening to the world, though. it's why they often found themself indulging in video games of what were once fake realities to them rather than studying for some upcoming math test ( which, by the way, they probably would have failed either way no matter how much or how hard they studied for it ).

but now, as [y/n] stands in a pristine palace—in a tower that raises higher than even the clouds that soar through the sky—they begin to contemplate whether or not maybe studying would have been a better alternative to ... whatever this was.

"i hate you," the words come out bitterly as the other child ( who lacks a name and an identity, which is probably why they stole someone else's ) slowly rises up from their throne, which [y/n] can't help but eye due to the amount of plush cushions that sit in it. "i hate you, i hate you, i hate you!"

[y/n] doesn't respond and only continues to stare down at their lookalike with what can only be described as curiosity, and it seems to send the imposter—the real one—into an even greater rage than before.

"why'd you have to come here?!" they scream, marching closer with eyes narrowed into daggers of malice. "the world finally smiles down at me and suddenly you come along and it's kindness turns out to be some elaborate joke?!"

silence.

the imposter snarls. "i won't let you take this from me," they say it like it's a promise. "i don't care how many allies you've managed to gain—how many people now know the truth of what you really are. once i rid teyvat of you, i'll pull at the strings i still have, and suddenly the memory of you will be erased from this world!"

just as the imposter stomps their foot, as [y/n] watches tears begin to decorate the corners of their eyes, realizing that this lookalike is now on the verge of a tantrum, the child—with colorful bandaids on their hands, arms, legs, and even their cheek—speaks up at last.

"i don't hate you." the world, especially the imposter, comes to a halt. "i don't really think i can hate anyone." [y/n]'s words are not false promises or lies built on arrogance, but facts that spill from their lips like they're taking the strings of their soul and sewing it into a tapestry of truths and virtue. "honestly, what i really wanna know is why the world is putting two kids against eachother for a title that started this chaos in the first place."

down below where the two children stand, a fight is brewing between soldiers with eyes covered by rose-tinted glasses and people ( not characters. [y/n] refuses to call them that anymore after they've seen just how human they all are ) who saw with their own eyes just how far a child from another world was willing to go to make these strangers happy, even despite everything they've been put through by them. but that's not what matters right now.

what matters is the fact that a child blessed with the face of someone else could be on the verge of having everything good that's ever been gifted to them taken away, and the other child who stares back at their twin and wonders one thing:

if what godhood really gives to someone is pain and anguish at the end of it all, then why would anyone want to fight so hard for it?

[ladysomething]

hey darlinggggg... the new chapter was as amazing as always, honestly the best part of my Wednesday consistently, so thank you very much.

I was wondering why it kinda comes across like Charles is way less concerned for his safety or at least aware of the danger of other alphas than Max is for him. Obviously him hiding his designation in the first place and the secrecy indicates that he was terrified of anyone finding out, but now that they know its so frustrating to me when Charles is taking so many risks and being more careless while Max is much more conscious of the potential things that could go wrong. Is it to do with the fact that Charles did have to live as a beta for so long and omegas are so rare that he hasn't had the chance to realise how dangerous it is? Or is it cause Max has more firsthand experience with Kelly being an omega and so learned from that? Or is Charles just so blinded by his hatred of Max that he's willing to put himself at risk, consequences be damned, as long as it pisses Max off? Sorry for rambling but I hope that made sense.

Also I'm kind of living for the little bit of Lando jealousy at the end of the chapter and Max being so confused about it lol. Makes me wonder if Charles would be able to stop himself being jealous if he found out about Max's past with other people...

And I loved reading the scenting from Max's pov and finding out more about how much he can feel Charles' emotions through the bond

so like. my biggest problem with this ask is that you were straight up spitting facts the whole time. like how the fuck am I even supposed to twist this around. it's impossible. I can't.

so here is the most honest answer ya'll are probably ever going to get from me about this:

it's all three.

Charles hid his designation a little bit because he was worried for his safety, but mostly because he (and Herve) knew it would stop him from ever reaching F1. he wouldn't have been given the same opportunities.

because of that, Charles has never experienced what it's actually like for omegas. he's lived his own experience, obviously, but for the first time in his life people know. and he has never, ever been exposed to as many alphas as he is right now, so he has absolutely no idea just how far some of them might be willing to go. all he's got to go off of is his dad, Max, and Pierre, and statistically, Max's behaviour is the outlier for him. he has absolutely no idea of the danger he's in.

Max, however, has seen how omegas get treated multiple times, and Charles' auction is now the latest example. He is much, much more aware of the danger.

But, then, Charles is also wilfully only seeing the worst in Max. he can't even comprehend the possibility that Max might know better, or have any altruistic bone in his body. Max is the personification of the worst of alphas to Charles - which is really not great, considering Max's behaviour (even without knowing his underlying motivations) is really about as good as it gets.

anyway. the lando drama is very fun, and jealous lestappen is TOP tier. expect more of it 😊

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

You Babysit the 501st because Anakin had to go off by himself on a Mission

-"alright men for this assignment you'll be lead by Master Y/n, since Commader Skywalker had to go off on his own for this one"

-litterally terrified of her

-everyone thought war was bad and scary, bur damn she put a whole other level of scary

-She was actually very nice to them and when she was given a list of numbers as there names she tossed them off the hanger and let them fall down the cliff

-"Gimmie some real names! For real men as fine as you individuals!"

-okay they like you way better now

-Echo's still half and half about you though, he didnt know if he should be scared or not

-The mission was simple giving the group and there temporary General some time to hang out in the town

-Y/n bought them all a hot meal as they all sat together at one really big table

-Okay so your kind of Mom now

-"you can try." "Wait! You'll actually teach me how to use a lightsaber!", Oh was Fives happy

-they all watched him not really fail but not really succeed, they had a lightsaber battle- Fives didnt win unless you let him

-Watching a sunset with them

-theres a group photo of you all, you sitting in the middle like a mom with her children sitting around her

-Guess your the pin up girl of the 501st Legion now

-oh god your face when you see it

-"what is this?" "Its you" "Tup- When have I ever been that curvy?" "See! Redeye! I told you! She has more muscles!"

-it really wasnt "pinuppy" (is that a word?) Atleast they covered you all the way.

-you had to admit, Redeye did a nice job you admired it

-but they had to go back to Skywalker

-"It was an honor sir." "It was nice to meet you too Echo"

-"Im gonna miss you all!" "Commander please- and shes crying." "See rex! You made her cry!" "Me?!"

-when they actually had to leave you they were all bummed they didnt see you for a while,

-"IT'S COMMANDER Y/N!" "Men! Wait!- and there going after her."

Y/n turned her head gasping happily, "BOYS!"

"COMMANDER Y/N!"

-okay thats a little dramatic but they were happy to see you no less.

"There's so much to tell you!" "Please tell me it all!"

-You met Skywalker for the first time that day,

"It seems were teamed up for this mission"

-cue chatoic cheering

-Rex came to you separately as you both walked as he briefed you on the mission unable to look at you.

"Whats wrong?" Y/n asked.

"Commander, May I speak freely?"

"Of course."

"Its been hard. We. Lost alot of good men." Rex spoke, "I. There's so many-"

"Rex." Y/n spoke holding his face in her hand, "I...unfortunately know...Im so sorry..."

He hugged her quickly as she shuffled backwards due to it, but hugged back soothing him as she rubbed his back.

-Everybody got a hug that day

-Protecting your clone sons

-you were there when the Rescue for a supposedly alive Echo was put into play.

-Tech was takimg too long so Y/n cut open the pod carefully, Echo falling into her arms.

-"Mom!-"

-omg he just called you mom

-ya'll were lucky enough to get out of there alive

-Finally Echo found his place and you were crying like a mom sending her kid to kindergarten

-"Okay commander. I have to leave." "Okay fine- just one more mintue."

-Okay ouch to Echos Bad batch rep

-"Never thought a bunch of clones could be a mommas boys."

"Oh shove it up your ass Windu."

"You know having relations-"

"its forbidden. I know...these men deserve someone to guide them. And not no miltary leader. Someone with a sense of mortality. They think there expenpendable."

"You'll be let go by the council." Windu stated

"I know." Y/n spoke, "But...if I can get a farm somewhere and let them all know my location. They coming to visit after this war. I'd like that life, Jedi Council or not. The Jedi Council is a life Im willing to rid of for them."

[mellorad]

update

Hey!! It's been a while, hasn't it?

TL;DR: you can find me nowadays on my Twitter or Instagram where I'm currently sharing my professional work + engaged in the Tangled/Cassunzel fandom.

I've been thinking about this blog for the past couple of days, and my entire experience here on tumblr (especially during my FMA fandom days)... so if any of you are still out there, let's talk:

It's been... so, so long since I was last actively here, aside from very occasionally dropping by. Browsing this blog, going back to my 2015-2017 active days, it feels like my own time capsule: a record of my experiences and the person I used to be.

It's wild; reading these insights into my impressionable, excitable 19/20 year old self out here, and realizing, now 4 years later with some good distance, just how much I was struggling (particularly in 2017).... and just how much I've grown, how much I've changed.

It's still me! I still see my enthusiasm and resolve... but dang, I've really become someone different. Life happened! So, so many things in life happened. So here I am, in the middle of this panini, having become the best, fiercest, most resilient version of myself. I learned to love and accept myself, I learned to speak up and stand my ground... and there hasn't been a day where I haven't grown happier for embracing my queerness.

I wonder how ya'll see me, or remember me after all this time! If it's that frozen version of myself from 2017. I wish I could fully express all my changes, but there's so much I can put into words!

Reading through the asks sent to this blog and interactions from back then, I can't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion and extremely thankful for the kindness and care I was often handed by my followers, mutuals and online friends from back then.

My experience out here might've been tainted by burnout and a few personal struggles that resulted in stepping away from the platform; I never really disclosed the hows or whys, but they honestly don't matter anymore. However, skimming through this blog after years made me realize and value the support I had from the community, from people willing to DM me or send an ask to check in on me, cheer me up, offering advice.

And to that, I say: thank you. Thank you for being by my side, for having interacted, for having taken part in that moment of my life.

I doubt I'll ever return here properly, maybe just checking in to reblog some cool stuff or share my art. But I want this blog to remain the time capsule that it is, for the most part.

As I said on the TLDR part, I'm most active on Twitter nowadays (and even engaged in another fandom for the first time in 4 years: Tangled The Series & Cassunzel, who would've thought!) and I've been focused in my professional career as a designer and illustrator, in taking care of myself, as well as my support system (so blessed to have incredible real life friends, and a few online ones perservering!!). So check out what I've been up to!! I assure you, you'll barelyyy be able to recognize my art, hehehehe.

I hope you're good!! I'd love to hear how you're doing, if you've read this!!

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

You don't have to worry about me, thanks! I am DM'ing with a kataanger who gave me the tea. She says ya'll don't really like it but since you can't do shit about it you pretend not to care. She also said you and others would blacklist her if she expressed this publicly. Seriously? Someone expressing anger that a VA for her ship craves another, and you people would act like that to her? If Mae Whitman can have an opinion why can't this Kataanger, who thinks Mae is "kind of acting stupid"?

Hi anon!! I am super glad to hear you won’t be sending more of those asks - again, I know you didn’t mean anything negative by them, but it did a little bit give off the wrong impression. I’m also glad you’ve found the answers you were seeking! However, I have to point something out here. My friend, you are demonstrating a clear example of confirmation bias.

Confirmation bias is “the tendency to process information by looking for, or interpreting, information that is consistent with one's existing beliefs.” In other words, you were looking for someone upset that Whitman liked Zvtara as well as K@taang. And that’s totally fine! There are always people with different opinions in fandom, and you should not feel ashamed for wanting to hear those different perspectives.

However. Just because one person is upset about Whitman liking both ships does not mean every single K@taang shipper feels the same way. It is concerning that you would assume this one fan speaks for the entire fandom, yk? Like, I’ve gotten some nasty asks from Zvtara shippers, but I would never be so callous and uninformed to assume they spoke for the entire Zvtara fandom. Most Zvtara fans (as in, people that are not the rabid stans, who I have no doubt you try to distance yourself from, too!) are lovely people who are content with making and/or supporting fanworks. So why would you assume this one K@taang shipper, particularly after hearing from several others, is preaching the Gospel truth? Several people have said we don’t care about VAs, yet you think we’re all lying based on the word of this one person?

Trust me, anon. A lot of us do not care about Whitman’s thoughts one way or the other on the atla fandom. At the end of the day, she’s just a VA. She wasn’t in the writers’ room. And while it can be cool to hear what VAs think, they didn’t construct the narrative, yk? I love that VAs have fun in their roles and with their characters and hey, if that includes shipping, great for them! I have mad respect for Whitman for enjoying both pairings and successfully staying out of ship wars. I mean, that’s pretty legendary of her. But also… her opinions are irrelevant to me, at the end of the day. I will continue writing fanfic because I love atla, because I love the complexity of the narrative, because I love the friends I’ve made through this fandom. Why would a VA’s thoughts ever change that? Why would we get so angry about something out of our control, lmao?

I promise. Most of us don’t care.

Again, there are some who do, and that is totally fine! I’m not sure why the person you’re talking to thinks we’d blacklist them, lol - they’re simply presenting a different perspective than us. I mean,, that’s not a reason to blacklist someone fjskdljfasldksalks. Of course, I am totally comfortable with people using the block button liberally - curate your own online experience! But generally speaking, a slight difference in thoughts on VAs is not going to incite blacklisting.

So, to the K@taang shipper you’re speaking to - you’re not going to be blacklisted! It’s totally okay if you do care about Whitman’s thoughts. No big thing! However, I do take issue with the suggestion that you think the rest of us are lying when we say we don’t care about Whitman… Like, if you do care about Whitman, what’s so weird about the rest of us not caring about Whitman? Again, no one will blacklist you lmao. But consider not treating yourself as the voice of the K@taang fandom - all one individual can do is express their own opinion. You can’t speak for everyone else, yk?

Anyways. To sum everything up:

“ya'll don't really like it but since you can't do shit about it you pretend not to care”

Nope, we actually just don’t care! Whitman is free to have her own thoughts and feelings like any other fan of the show. Doesn’t impact our lives, lol!

“you and others would blacklist her if she expressed this publicly”

Also nope. In the grand scheme of fandom, this is a super minor difference in opinion. A majority of people are not going to hit the block button because of that, yk?

“Someone expressing anger that a VA for her ship craves another, and you people would act like that to her?”

Nope again! The K@taang fandom is honestly super chill. I think the person you’re talking to is just a little nervous about having an opinion that differs from the majority, which again, there’s no shame in! Fandom would be quite dull without such differences. Also, like I’ve said before, Whitman has expressed positive affections for both Zvtara and K@taang. Honestly, I’m a little confused why you’re so dead-set on the idea that she despises K@taang?? Why does it matter that she likes both??

(Hint: it doesn’t matter, which is what I’ve been saying all along, lol.)

“If Mae Whitman can have an opinion why can't this Kataanger, who thinks Mae is ‘kind of acting stupid’”

They are more than welcome to have their own opinion! In fact, we can all have our opinions. Allow me to list some examples:

1) Whitman likes Zvtara and K@taang.

2) You want Whitman to only like Zvtara (or so your asks have led me to believe).

3) The person you’re speaking to wants Whitman to only like K@taang (or so this ask had led me to believe).

4) I don’t care one way or the other what Whitman thinks! Doesn’t change anything about my personal fandom experience or the canon narrative of the show itself!

I hope this clears things up, anon! I don’t want there to be any further confusion in this matter. Like I said - my friends and I don’t care about Whitman. You and the person you’re speaking to do. It’s… not a huge deal that we disagree?

I guess, then, that maybe you should ask yourself these questions: Why are you so adamantly against recognizing that fans are capable of holding different opinions?

Why were you so desperate to find someone who supports your hypothesis that you sent the same ask over and over to several different people?

Why weren’t you willing to accept the answers you then received that some K@taang shippers don’t care what Whitman thinks?

I can’t answer these questions for you, anon. Right now, to the many people who have viewed the asks you’ve sent on this subject, it seems you were just looking for a fight (which I’m really, really hoping you weren’t!), and that’s not a fandom environment anyone wants to foster. But if you truly wanted to know…

Wouldn’t you have taken “I don’t care about VAs” as an answer?

[beybladeimagines]

Hey Bladebreakers! What kinks are ya'll into? Don't be shy now ;)

                      LEMONY CONTENT BELOW THE READ MORE.

“Ha! I knew this question would come. My adoring fans want to know what the champion is into. Can you blame them? Well, I won’t keep the fans waiting. This just might help you sleep better at night...” He extends a playful wink towards the anonymous asker. Despite the ego behind his response, he’s simply trying to make the scene all the more enticing. The question is rather embarrassing, but he always fights through the flustering by approaching the subject head on.

“Definitely into dirty talk. When it’s quiet, I get so bored. I want to know what you’re thinking and how I’m making you feel. I’m going to break the silence and I’m going to make you talk too. And if you don’t respond? Well, I can think of a few ways to get something out of you~. Another kink is sweets. You can’t tell me you didn’t see it coming. I’m a guy that likes his desserts, but if they’re on you, then they taste even better. Honey, chocolate, strawberries, or cream - doesn’t matter. As long as you’re left sticky at the end, it doesn’t really matter. Definitely foreplay, too. Just diving right in leaves out so many fun options. Giving or receiving doesn’t matter. Hell - why not just do both at the same time? Really, I just want to see what all I can do to get you riled up. What all can we do until you can’t take it anymore? How far can we go until you’re screaming please? Let’s find out.”

“Kinks? Already? I just got here!” A blush stretches across his expression. He didn’t anticipate the inquiry, but now he’s trapped into answering it. He begins to laugh, if anything because he’s so anxious. At this point, he’s heard it all - might as well keep going, right?

“You know, I’m really into praise.” Wow - he’s surprised himself by just how quickly he’s jumped into being open. “When I hear someone telling me how great I’m doing, or how good I’m making them feel - I don’t know - it just does something to me. I start feeling excited, adrenalized, and sometimes a little dazed. Like, wow... You really mean that? I guess I just want to hear that approval. I also can’t deny that I’m into the bossy types. I like listening to what you want. I feel inclined to do it too. Do you want me to pull you hear? Sure. Do you want me to get on my knees? Alright. If it’s going to make you feel just as good as me, then I’m into it. You’d be surprised at how well I can follow through. I finish the job. If you don’t believe me, then it sounds like you want to volunteer to find out~. Oh! And making out. Like... This is gonna sound crazy, but sloppy kisses are a huge turn on. When you’re so lost in the moment and feeling that you don’t even have time to swallow. Who cares? That’s pretty...hot. Uh-... We’re done now, right? Jeez, you’re really making me call myself out here...”

“Well...” He clicks his tongue. Ray is already amused by the bold question. While others express hesitancy, he seems rather intrigued. He’s seldom been the type to suppress his sentiments, and this is another opportunity for him to tell his own truths. Despite how invasive the inquiry is, he’s more excited about how his asker will respond. “Shy? Ha ha, you wish I’d shut up about this kind of stuff.”

“You know how you react when somethin’ feels really fuckin’ good? Most people curl their toes or cry out, but I really like it when I can feel them digging their nails into my back. That’s a huge rush within itself... I think I really love it when the air hits the wound. It’s oddly cool and warm at the same time. I don’t mind wearing the wounds you gave me. But, just know, I’ll give ‘em right back. Which brings me to my second comment: biting. Yeah, yeah... It’s a given. But, if you give me a reason to sink my teeth into your skin, then you must be doing something right. If you’re allowing me to ascend into a state of ecstasy, then I’ll want to mark you. Guess I’m a bit of a selfish lover. I’d want someone to know you were mine. It’s kind of a huge honor, really. Not everyone is capable of making me feel that good, so if you can that, then I’m not getting rid of you so easily. I’m also really into making my partner feel good. What can I say? I’m a giver. It really satisfies my ego seeing the way my partner squirms or squeaks because of something I did. Huh... Wait... Then I guess it still is about me. Well, hey - at least you get to finish, right?”

“You really can’t tell?” He raises a brow at the question. It seems many of the dirty questions have been directed at him. At this point, he’s grown accustomed to the outward display of arousal. Since he’s been so open this entire time, why not not continue to feed the fire? After all, he has so much more to say and so many more points he wants to hone in on.

“You need to submit to me. If you aren’t willing to, you’re welcome to leave and pay for your own ride home. It’s quite reckless to assume I’ll obey your requests, especially if you want to see me vulnerable. You could do so much with that information. I won’t be giving you that kind of satisfaction. Instead, put your faith in me. You only have an idea of what you like. I’ll send you to places of passion you would’ve never imagined before. If you don’t know if you’re into something - you will be, and because of me. No man will ever help you find pleasure in the things you once feared. Keep that in mind. I’m also expecting eye contact. I want to see that look of desperation. I want to see the way you evolve. I want to see how badly you want to cling to your new king. You’re not allowed to close your eyes or look anywhere else. I gave you this gift - be grateful and look at your new god. Finally, as you might’ve guessed, I don’t tolerate you calling me by my first name. Anything but. Mr., sir, or daddy are your only options. If you make a mistake, then I’ll slow down or stop. Is that really something you want? No? Good girl... Now that you’ve done your research, are you trying to follow through? If not, stop wasting my time.”

[applejacks1552]

Day 7 - Theme: AU for Rogue and Gambit week 2020

(Also Day 3 - Domesticity)

Entire story can be found here:

#Rogue/Gambitweek2020 #Rogue/Remyweek2020 #Romy #Rambit #AU #Gambit #Rogue

Children of X

CHAPTER 8

The sun was seated on the horizon with morning properly underway, as the twins strategically circled Gambit out on the dusty savannah. 

Becca, crouching slightly, cocked her head at Ollie moving her eyes just so, then lifted her chin to the right, communicating her intentions silently. Ollie scrunched his nose at her suggestion, shook his head no, and nodded upward to convey another meaning. Meanwhile, Remy stood stalk still between them grinning and at the ready, a blindfold tied snugly over his eyes.

Rogue and Storm sat off several yards away, resting casually on a sizable cluster of rocks located nearby the disguised entrance to the underground lair. They looked on with mild interest as the kids' “homework” commenced. The assignment for them was simple enough - steal the blindfold. Meanwhile, Remy's job was merely to evade their attempts without leaving the circle he had outlined in the dirt.

The twins rushed him together, Becca attempting a flying grab for his head, while Ollie tried to sweep his legs. Remy dodged them both, smoothly rolling to the left as the kids nearly collided in their enthusiasm.

He laughed, “Good try. But you’ll have to do better than dat.”

As they regrouped for another attempt, Rogue was engrossed with the Wakanden tablet Storm had lent her. She inserted the drive she had smuggled back from her mission and began pouring over a schematic, delighted to find she could pull it out into a 3-dimensional model with the advanced tech.

"Your next target?" Ororo inquired looking over with curiosity.

Rogue nodded, studying the model intensely with a furrowed brow, "Yeah."

Storm inspected the diagram, "Where is this exactly?" 

"Just South of Chenjianping ..." Rogue answered. "Looks like a run o’ the mill factory, but it goes a lot deeper down. See?" She gestured.

Storm nodded her agreement. "How many bases will this have been now?"

Rogue was thoughtful, recounting their targets, "We hit the one in Nebraska first. Wasn't much there anymore really. Still abandoned since it was originally blown up. Same goes for the one in the Kerguelen Islands an' the theatre in Seattle, … then there was Paris … Anchorage … All the connections were already closed, though."

“All this searching … when will you know it is enough?” Storm asked in her straightforward, placid manner.

Rogue scowled slightly, “When he’s gone. And for good this time.”

“Still X-Men. Even after all this time. Forever fighting the hopeless cause.” Storm observed with bemusement, looking back to the training session.

Rogue frowned. “Ah don’t like it any better than you do, ‘Ro. But there isn’t a lot of choice in the matter."

“That was not meant as a criticism, Rogue. Just that … I’m sorry it has come to all this. As X-Men, sacrificing all that we have … I had always hoped it meant we could find some peace in our time and that our children might do the same. That they’d be the ones to live in the dream.” Storm reflected wistfully. “They’re getting quite good though.” she nodded, as Becca finally managed to glance a thwarted grab off Gambit’s shoulder while he was avoiding another kick from Ollie.

“Dat’s my girl.” Remy encouraged. “C’mon now, Ollie. Get in here. Not gonna let your old man win now, are ya?"

Rogue smiled, glancing over. “It’s kind of amazing watchin’ them grow. Seein’ what they can do. Ah see myself in them sometimes, 'Ro.” She sighed. “But yeah ... then I wonder … are we doing right by them? Was it wrong of us, bringing kids into all this? The X-Men? The Thieves Guild? Spendin’ their whole life in hiding because of who and what we are?”

“As I recall,” Storm smirked, “It was not exactly as though you and Remy planned this out. Fate made the decision for you.”

Rogue laughed, “Well … fate or not … can’t say Ah wasn’t a willing participant.”

Storm echoed her laugh with a heartier one.

They turned their attention back to the skirmish, where the kids were still losing.

Rogue whistled to them and when they looked her way, she made a twirling signal with her finger. They nodded understanding and paused a moment. She bent down to scoop something up.

"Hey! No help from de peanut gallery!" Remy objected in her general direction.

Rogue skipped a stone past his left foot with a sly smirk and when his head turned toward the movement and sound, the kids pounced on him, barely missing this time.

Rogue and Storm shared another good laugh.

"Jus' tryin' ta even out the playin' field, sugah." Rogue hooted at him in a sweet molasses taunt.

Remy recovered from his sharp roll away, shook his head and smiled his devious smile, muttering to himself, “Dis woman”.

"Seven years is it now? And with the very man some said could never settle down.” Storm observed. “Yet here you both are. And in all this time you’ve been almost entirely on the run too. Hasn't that been difficult?”

Rogue watched as the sparring continued, “Can’t say it’s always been easy or anywhere near perfect. We're apart so often ... too often, really. An' the times when we are together, sometimes it's just about gettin’ through it all an' surviving. And sure, once in a while Ah kinda have the urge to knock him unconscious for maybe an hour or two.” She smirked, “But …” she looked back over as Remy dodged another of the kids’ attempts with a fancy flip and devil-may-care laugh. “Yeah, Ah don’t know what Ah’d do without him.”

“I imagine Remy would echo those sentiments. Even now, the man is still showing off for you.” Storm pointed out.

“Pfffhh, he’s showing off for whoever happens to be watching him.” Rogue noted wryly.

The kids had finally gotten ahold of Remy by each arm, but they still couldn’t actually bring him down low enough to grab the blindfold. Laughing he pulled them over into a heap where the lesson quickly devolved into an all-out tickle war. Though as his blindfold finally fell loose in the scuffle, Remy's eyes caught Rogue’s for a moment and the same intensity was still there between them. The same intensity that there had been back on the beach and ever since their reunion - the building anticipation they were both trying to stave off and ignore.

“Thanks for pulling some strings with T’Challa.” Rogue mentioned refocusing and rifling through the data some more. “Hope that didn’t cause anything … awkward?”

“We have an understanding.” Storm explained serenely. “Maybe you’d call it an arrangement? At any rate, there are some loyalties that can never be completely severed. When you've been as close as we have ... that's forever, regardless the circumstances.”

Rogue wasn't sure exactly of her meaning, but she understood the sentiment at any rate and nodded.

“Just let us know when ya'll need to kick us out.” Rogue answered. "Don’t want to overstay our welcome. What IS this place, anyway?"

"A safe house, of sorts. Or a secret rendezvous spot." Storm answered with a conspiratorial grin. "Depending on your point of view, I suppose."

Remy came walking over to join them, calling over this shoulder, “Why don't ya'll go play for a bit, D’Accord? Let the grown-ups talk awhile."

The kids grumbled about how they WERE grown up, but skittered off anyway eagerly looking for bugs to catch.

"Awww, non. Don' tell me you ladies are over here talkin' shop." Remy groaned, noticing Rogue with the building mock-up projecting from the tablet in her hands.

"Hey now, Ororo is nearly as expert a thief as you are. Ah just wanted to run this by -" Rogue started as Gambit sidled up next to her, his fingers settling hungrily between her bare shoulder blades, and tapped the schematic decisively off.

"The key there bein' nearly." he teased. "Now let’s get back to dat later, eh? How 'bout I go dig out the bottle of champagne I stashed in the fridge and we celebrate this fine reunion wit' a proper toast?"

"Remy, it's barely 7 am." Storm observed in a droll tone.

"Sure, on Wakandan time. But on California time, de night is young an' it's jus' about bedtime for some kids." he smirked, his eyes catching Rogue's again with that same fiery gaze. "Meanin' we can finally relax, neh? Be right back."

He hopped up and slipped into the nearby hideout before either of the women could object further.

Rogue shrugged and grinned after him. "We can get back to it tomorrow. But Ah think we'll need a different strategy for this target. It's one the X-Men have never encountered before and bigger. Ah'd really like your input, ‘Ro. An' Ah know Remy will too."

"Judging by the size alone, a one man mission will not be sufficient. But then what of the children?" Storm looked at her friend with concern.

"Well they ain't comin' with, obviously." Rogue acknowledged. "But yeah, we'll need to make some arrangements. There's no way Ah'm lettin' Remy run this next one solo though. An' Ah know he'll try."

Gambit re-emerged, champagne and flutes in hand. He passed the delicate glasses to Rogue. She cringed as he put his freed fingers to the top of the bottle to lightly charge the cork. It shot into the air and dissolved in a buzzing fushia fizz of sparks. 

"See? I've gotten pretty good at dis." he grinned triumphantly and took a glass from Rogue who raised an amused brow at him as he poured and offered the first glass to Storm.

She raised a hand palm out. "Thank you my friend, but I will have to pass."

"Aww c'mon, padnat. Not even one? Can't hardly toast our gracious host dis way." he said, laying on as much charm as possible while he passed the glass back to Rogue instead.

"I have my reasons, Remy LeBeau. Now if you want to be a true gentleman, there's a carafe of freshly squeezed juice in the kitchen." she admonished him a little sternly.

Gambit cocked his head at her, a little taken aback, but recovered to smoothly reply with an over-the-top, "As you wish." complete with mocking bow. He took an empty glass from Rogue and handed her the bottle, shooting her a contemplative look before retreating back to the kitchen.

Rogue glanced at Storm a little uncertainly and took a sip from her glass. Strong of principle though she was, Storm wasn't one to avoid indulging in the simple pleasures of life or to let Remy irritate her.

She was formulating something to say, when Becca slipped up onto her lap wrapping her arms around her mother's neck. Rogue reflexively pulled her baby girl in closer, setting the flute of champagne aside.

"Mama, can we go flyin'?" the little girl inquired sweetly, big eyes demanding her full attention.

Rogue pressed her forehead to her daughter's, rubbing turned-up nose to turned-up nose. "Ah dunno, sugah." She sighed.

Storm laughed with amusement. "So I see Remy has passed more than one of his skills on to the next generation?"

"Ah'll say. This one gives him a run for his money."

"Pllleeeaassee???" Becca laid on thicker and sweeter and was soon joined by a, "C'mon! Can we?" plead from Ollie.

"We're still under cover here." Rogue told them very seriously. "King T'Challa is doin' us a big favor lettin' us stay. So we can't do anything that's gonna attract too much attention."

"One moment, Anna. I think I can be of assistance." Storm interceded, hers eyes clouding over to a bright white and lifting her hands skyward. A thick fog swirled up out of thin air, then spread upward and outward to encase their entire camp in a tall hollow cylinder of cloud, hiding them from view for miles.

The kids looked around with an impressed "ooooohhhh" and ""aaawwww".

"Alright." Rogue caved, grinning at Storm as Ollie hopped up into her lap also. "But after this, it's to bed with the both of ya."

She tucked a child safely under each of her strong arms and they shot off into the sky with delighted squeals and whoops.

Storm was watching them with a satisfied and wistful smile, when Remy rejoined her. He handed her the glass of juice and took a seat, looking up to observe his family and admire Storm's handiwork.

"Thanks for dat, 'Ro. An' for everythin' else. So ... How far along are you, chére?" he asked, casually pouring himself some champagne.

Storm sipped her juice and swirled the glass thoughtfully, glancing sideways at Gambit to contemplate him, then finally answered. "A few months."

" ... A celebratory toast then?" Remy raised his glass slightly, but retained a sober tone.

"Perhaps in time, Remy." she answered with measured enthusiasm.

"... an' de father?" he started, trailing off before finishing the question.

"Doesn't know yet ... because I don't know for certain yet." she calmly explained.

Remy raised an eyebrow and nodded. "An' the King?"

"I'm not going to get into that now." Storm stated matter-of-factly.

"Sorry, chére. Dat things are ... complicated. Also means ya won't be joining us on dis next mission den." Remy took another long sip.

"No, I am afraid not." Storm nodded. "Can we keep this between us?"

"Sure. If dat's what you want. But Rogue's gonna wonder. Think she was hopin’ you'd come with me or her to China." he explained.

"I would not ask you to keep my secret from your own wife, Remy. But until I can tell the father of this child, it needs to stay between the three of us at least." Storm noted.

"We understan' more than most 'bout the need for discretion." Remy observed and gave her a reassuring smile. "If there's anything we can do ta help?"

"There is not. But I'm glad you are here." Storm looked skyward. "It does me good to see what this could look like ... in time."

"Not like you don' have a choice." Remy started.

"I have considered the options, my friend." She interupted. "But with so few mutants in the world, it seems wrong to deny this one a chance."

"The X-ranks be growin’ den, though maybe not in th' way ol' Chuck used ta recruit." Remy barked an ironic laugh.

Storm shot him a raised eyebrow, as Rogue suddenly lit down in their midst with two screaming kids.

"AGAIN!" they shouted in chorus.

"Nuh-uh! Nope! Ah said one ride and then ta bed." she metted out firmly. 

"Awwww. Bed?! But the sun is out!" Olivier argued, collapsing bonelessly to the ground in protest, and Becca piled on a sassy and exasperated, "Yeah!" throwing her hands up at the bright sky.

"Don't try my patience." Rogue shot them a look. "It's nearly midnight in California. C'mon now. Tell Miss Munroe thank you and goodnight."

"Thank you, Auntie Ro." Rebecca shot glumly and Ollie added a "G'night." pulling himself up as Rogue herded them toward the hideout entrance.

Remy stood, but Rogue insisted, "Let me get them ta bed, sugah. It's been such a long time since Ah got to. "

"Sure, chére. You get them settled. Then mebbe … we should be hittin’ the hay too, yeah?" his eyes caught hers again.

She grinned and cocked her head at him. "Maybe."

Storm followed their exchange, adding, "I think I'll see if Illyana will take me back to the States with her for the day. I need to catch up with a few people. Then you all can have a quiet place to rest."

"Oh ... uh, if you want to, 'Ro. But don't go on our account." Rogue answered a little self-conscientiously, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear.

"Nonsense. I will return later." Storm insisted with a knowing grin.

"Alright. Well, goodnight then. And thanks." Rogue answered gratefully. She glanced from Storm back to Remy, who had both kids wrapped up in a bear hug.

“G’night, mes petits.”

They scampered into the hut and down below. He watched Rogue follow them, looking back over her shoulder at him once more as she disappeared from sight. Then he looked back to find Ororo watching him watching her.

He smirked a little self-consciously, “What?”

“Nothing … just … I’m glad for you. For both of you. Some things, at least, don't change.”

CHAPTER 9

The twins were settled in a room down at the end of a hallway off the central room, one meant for sleeping a small garrison it seemed. Several individual beds were vertically and horizontally stacked like stair-step shelves that jutted out from the walls in a mysterious fashion, independent of any supports, railings or ladders. The ceiling and walls were inlaid with tiny periwinkle bioluminescent lights that faintly alternated in patterns that resembled flowers then trees then stars. Becca, still hyper off the adrenaline rush from flying with Rogue, was already having a grand time of flipping and swinging amongst the many beds like a spider monkey. Ollie had made a solid, but somewhat more cautious climb to the top most bunk, standing there like king of the mountain and surveying his new dominion. 

Rogue ordered them both back down to Earth and set Ollie to brushing his teeth at the basin, while she lovingly unwound Becca’s plaits and brushed out her fine, soft baby hair. It was more Remy's texture than hers, thicker and straighter than her own. It still impressed her that Remy had gotten accustomed to braiding it in her absence, though undoubtedly it was no challenge for his talented fingers. There was something unspoken between them … about the things they would carry on for each other in case there ever came a day when one of them didn’t return. Rogue found herself brushing longer than she need and stopped, giving her girl a gentle squeeze of affection. She never figured she’d be good at this … want this … miss this even.

Rogue helped the kids change into their night clothes, the simple garments already seemed worn and to be getting small on them. She would need to pick them up some new clothes soon. It was on her mind more so now than when she had left for her mission - how quickly they were growing. For mutants, growing meant getting closer to the day their powers would emerge in full. And for their children in particular, getting their full powers meant bringing them closer to the day they would be lost to their destiny. Rogue shuddered and pushed the thought from her mind. They weren’t there yet. There was still time. Time to make a difference. And time yet to enjoy all these little fleeting moments.

“What book are we reading then?” she asked, seating herself on the edge of a lower bunk.

"Here, Mama." Ollie pulled a beat-up volume from his bag and handed it to Rogue, climbing into the bunk where she sat. Becca scrambled in next to him. 

"Move over!"

"I was here first!"

"Alright, alright ... no fighting or no book." Rogue threatened half-seriously.

Becca stuck her tongue out at her brother, who crossed his arms and huffed at her, but Rogue ignored them.

She turned the novel over to read the cover and chuckled to herself with a roll of her eyes, "Of course ..." then she turned to where the bookmark rested. Pulling it out, she cleared her throat and started, "Chapter 4, The Keeper of The Keys".

The twins listened with rapt interest as she described the magical giant man breaking into the isolated safe house out on a stormy sea, the way he put the human oppressors in their place, and the good news he delivered to their protagonist.

"You're a wizard, Harry." Rogue read in her best Hagrid voice and continued through the chapter as he received his letter and arguing followed and -

"Why isn't there a special school for mutants?" Becca suddenly interjected, looking at Rogue with her piercing eyes.

Olivier, though annoyed at the interruption of the story, gawked contemplatively at Rogue as well, curious for her answer.

" ... well ... there used to be ..." she started.

"But there isn't anymore?" Ollie cocked his head.

" ... sort of ... " Rogue went forward cautiously.

"You mean there IS one?!" Becca sat up with excited interest.

"No, no ... just ... there's a place that ... well, that takes care of mutant kids who don't have anyone to look after them." Rogue explained.

The twins glanced to each other and back to their Mother.

"Don't they have parents?" Ollie wondered.

"They're orphans, right?" offered Becca.

"Lots of reasons." Rogue answered calmly. "Now how about we finish-"

"Is it big? Like Hogwarts?" Becca queried on with more excitement.

Rogue grumbled to herself and massaged her forehead. "No. It's very small and very secret."

"Like Hogwarts." Ollie whispered with awe.

"It's NOT like Hogwarts." Rogue insisted. "Now do ya want ta hear the rest of this story or not?"

Ollie bit his lip, but Becca just frowned thoughtfully.

After a pause filled with silence and giving an *ahem*, Rogue began to continue on with the story again, "Why aren't you supposed to do magic-"

"But WHY is the mutant school so small?" Becca interrupted again.

Rogue sighed and put the mark back in the book, this time closing it in her lap.

Ollie whined, but Rogue reached out to touch their faces and look them in the eyes as she said gently, "Because ... there aren't a lot of us left."

"But why?" Ollie asked, his small brow now also furrowed to match his sister's.

"It's complicated, darlin'. Mostly ... it's because people didn't want to have mutants born in their families a while back and they took a medicine to stop it from happening." Rogue told them honestly.

" ... oh ..." the little boy bowed his head.

"Hey now ... see here ..." Rogue pulled her babies into her lap. "That doesn't have anything to do with us, alright? People were just scared of what they didn't understand. Maybe there aren't a lot of us anymore. But we're not alone, ok? We have each other and we have friends, people like us."

The kids nodded. They'd met a slew of fellow mutants in their many travels.

“But there aren’t any other kids.” Becca pointed out.

“Sure there are, hon. Remember Josiah? When we were on Chandilar? That place with all the tall buildings?” Rogue asked.

The twins just looked at her blankly and Rogue frowned. “Well … ah guess maybe you were too young to remember. Anyway, the point is there are plenty of other mutant kids, just like you.”

“Do they look like us?” Ollie wondered.

“No, stupid. Everybody looks different. Right, Mama?” Becca insisted triumphantly.

“Hey now, don’t be mean to your brother.” She chastised. “An’ yes, everyone looks different and has different powers. Most kids don’t even have powers ‘til they’re older. Just like we talked about.”

“Can we meet them?” Becca was intense and excited again.

“Alright, alright … time to calm down, both of ya.” Rogue shushed them. “Ah’m sure you will sometime, but Ah ain’t makin’ any promises right now. Now lie down and not another peep until Ah finish this chapter.”