going rogue !

It just feels like all of us -- every Avenger an' X-Man -- we're all just grindin' against fate until our number comes up. We save the world... but never each other.

[annamariexrogue]

chaos-hexes​:

When Anna Marie was with her, Wanda didn’t talk about the fact that she was hiding. She had to talk about it with everyone else who came. Anna Marie was once a very close friend. Things had been up and down in Star City, but Wanda would like for it to go back to when it was her and Anna Marie for themselves. In the world she created, there was no shadow of anything else hanging over them. Not the X-Men’s history with Wanda, not her father, and not Anna’s years of rage against Wanda. None of it. It was the point of it all, to Wanda. They could just... be. 

As the other combed through her hair, Wanda let her eyes fall closed as she held up her hand to Anna and in it was a boar bristle brush simply because she could trust that there would be. In her world, there always could be. 

“You don’t have to wear those here,” she pointed out, aware of the gloves. “It’s safe.” She wasn’t real here. Neither was Wanda. There was nothing physical about the world she was creating, and it was a transcendence of dimension in a way. A place of her own. Physical law functioned differently because her woven reality said it did. 

Anna found her own peace with Wanda, even though she was here to offer her support, and the shared comfort brought a sense of reassurance. Wanda meant a lot to her, in spite of everything they’d been through in the past. There was no denying that she’d made her own share of mistakes. That didn’t mean they had to keep making them, or let things come between what they had in common - what they could connect on. 

Accepting the brush, she smiled to herself as she ran the bristles through Wanda’s thick hair. “Ah always loved your hair,” she murmured softly, twisting the ends around her fingers. 

She didn’t hesitate to remove the gloves, even though wearing them was as natural to her as a second skin, and set them aside. “What do ya think? A braid, maybe? Ah can take requests.” This was something she knew how to do, even if some of the knowledge had been absorbed from others, and she knew it would be relaxing.

[annamariexrogue]

blauerelf​:

Kurt stood right outside the front of the alleged abode, quirking a brow at the outside. He tucked his phone into the front pocket of his jacket, tucking his hands into the side pockets. His ears picked up the wind brushing against his fur as he waited. 

It would be another minute until he received Anna’s response. The grin on his expression widened. He made his way towards the front door with haste, brushing the creases from his jacket while waiting. Anna’s enthusiasm for her brother never wavered, nor was Kurt’s for Anna. He outstretched his arms, pulling her into his tight embrace, humming in content. “I am, too.”

Upon releasing the embrace, he followed right behind her, golden eyes flickering towards their surroundings. “It is lovely, yes,” he remarked in a hushed tone, acknowledging Anna’s word of caution regarding Wanda. “I suppose I don’t know Erik’s tastes well enough not to assume he would want something more extravagant.” 

Actually having Kurt standing right here, in front of her, made Anna feel strangely lightheaded. She was thrilled to see him. It was a familiar face, which was comforting after so many months of insanity and chaos. 

She knew he had mixed feelings about Erik, but that didn’t come as any surprise to her. They didn’t see what she did in him, the deep compassion he was capable of, and even if she tried to explain, no one would believe it. Kurt still trusted and respected her enough not to intervene, but that didn’t mean he had nothing to say about it. 

“Ya shoulda seen the place before. We lived in an underground bunker.” Anna rolled her eyes and picked at the edge of her gloves. “It was pretty damn awful. No sunlight. This place is nicer.” Frowning, she glanced around the room they stood in before giving a small shrug. “Ya know me, Kurt, and ah don’t need all that.” 

[annamariexrogue]

summersofscott​:

He spent far more time running the school and working with the team recently than he did focusing on what Evan had put him there to do. For long stretches of time, he forgot that existed at all, forgot that he was an impersonation of someone rather than…well, rather than actually being the someone. Everything that was Scott’s had started to feel so much like his, even the mundane, day-to-day responsibilities. They all seemed important. It had left him with a widening gulf in his mind and constantly in conflict with himself, so much so that it was beginning to be difficult to know if anyone else noticed. 

“If they can’t do it now, then it’ll show you how short they’re falling. It gives them a goal and it gives you a goal. That’s the best thing to have.” Progress was a measurable thing, but if nobody took the measurements then how would they see it? He glanced toward the lesson plan and folded his arms. “Not everything can be fun.” 

Scott was someone Anna would always hold a lot of respect for, but she knew they could butt heads. They had in the past. She could be stubborn, so could he, and sometimes they didn’t see eye to eye. Even though she deferred to him as the leader of the X-Men, she was more confident standing her ground on this particular issue. 

“Yeah, but settin’ ‘em up for failure ain’t gonna drive ‘em to succeed. I know these kids, Scott. This is my class and ya entrusted me with it. So I’d appreciate if you actually let me teach.” If this was the job he wanted her to do, then she deserved the freedom and ability to do it, and her priority was to focus on the students’ individual needs. “It’s got nothin’ to do with fun.” She gave him a look. “It’s got to do with confidence, an’ you’re gonna smash it that way.” She knew Scott cared about the kids and wanted them to be the best they could be, but she knew some of them would crack under the pressure. “Gimme a week, an’ I’ll have ‘em exactly where they’re supposed to be. Deal?”

[annamariexrogue]

ascintillatingwit​:

Emma licked her lips for a moment before she chuckled dryly as she shook her head. “Oh really?” She asked. She didn’t buy it of course. When Anna stated that he was more than what she said, Emma looked over at her, a moment of silence between their gaze. “And he died like one of us. Sad, honestly but forgive me if I lack sympathy. He wasn’t murdered for being born. He chose this.” Emma stated rather bluntly. She viewed his death with some sort of cold calculation. It was the way she handled things. “A human martyr for mutants. Who would of thought.”

-

“It wasn’t his fight, an’ he died for it.” NOVA had been after metahumans, aliens, mutants, inhumans, non-humans - everything but humans. “Ah’d choose someone wantin’ to fight against oppression over someone who just shares a gene.” Anna knew perfectly well how mutants turned against each other. She knew better than to fully trust anyone just because they had the X-Gene, but her trust had been broken too many times, and by people she trusted and loved. Even now, she loved Raven in spite of every cruel thing she’d done. 

Anna sighed. “Not sayin’ ya gotta have sympathy or gratitude, but maybe dig in deep and find some respect. Scott worked with him. Erik, too. Even let his family inside District X.” She had no stakes in Bruce Wayne, really, but she respected what Bruce and Steve did with the team even though they weren’t mutants. The X-Men had helped them a handful of times, though, so she’d worked alongside them all. She knew they were good people.

[roguearchives]

Rogue’s variant cover for the upcoming Women of Marvel (2021) one-shot, illustrated by Stephanie Hans.

This comic-book will be released on April 21, and you can learn more about it on this article, written by Jamie Frevele for Marvel.

Source: Stephanie Hans, on Twitter.

[annamariexrogue]

masterofmagnetismx​:

A man of privacy at all turns, Erik wouldn’t usually have minded keeping his personal business to himself. It was a bit different this time. While he’d have been perfectly content to marry Anna alone, with the requisite witness or whatever it was that made it official, there was a part of him that felt it deserved more than that. He wanted to give Anna something better, a celebration, a moment of happiness and beauty like they’d talked about. They’d known about the mission heading toward NOVA, but neither could have predicted the ultimate outcome. Now, it was a judgment call. How long did people need to grieve? He was ill qualified to answer that. 

“Much the same,” he told her, running his thumb along the side of her hand. “I’m exploring options.” He was speaking to Emma, to Linda, to whomever he could think of that might be able to reach Wanda in some way that he couldn’t. For his part, he was trying not to be harsh. “Would that I had something more satisfying to tell you.” He plucked one of the bottles from the wine rack and pulled the cork a moment later. “But…thank you for being patient. This is not how I envisioned our time being spent.” 

Options. Anna knew that Erik was doing everything he could to help Wanda, but she didn’t think grief could be rushed. Besides, it wasn’t as if Wanda couldn’t be reached. She’d visited her already, in that beautiful alternate universe that was purely of her creation, and she could understand how tempting the fantasy would be. It would be easy to get wrapped up inside of something so gloriously ideal. 

“Don’t,” she interrupted quickly, her teeth catching on her lower lip as she watched him with the wine. “Wanda should stay here as long as she needs. As long as she wants. You’re her family.” Even if they were engaged, Anna knew she wasn’t technically part of that. She had no right to interfere with Erik’s plan for his daughter, or take issue with it, even if she was wary of forcing her to face reality before she was ready. “But I think anyone who speaks to her needs to be gentle, Magnus.” At that, Anna gave him a look. She knew he must be considering Emma as one of the options when it came to fully connecting with Wanda, it didn’t take a psychic to figure that out, and Emma wasn’t exactly known to be comforting. Or tactful. “Just promise me ya won’t let anyone hurt her more than she’s been hurt, an’ that means not rushin’ her through this. Not that I think ya would on purpose, I ain’t sayin’ that, I just...” Sighing, Anna shook her head. “I know ya wanna help her. I just think it’s gonna take time.”

[annamariexrogue]

speedingly​:

“Rotten.” Tommy looks over at Anna as they sat on the couch together. He doesn’t like having broken bones it has been decided. He also feels useless not being able to do anything that could help his mother. It’s not easy seeing her like this. “I hate this thing but at least it’s green like I wanted.” He says while gently waving the casted limb in the air vaguely. It had a few signatures on it by now which at least makes it appealing to look at. He rests his hands in his lap and stares at them for a while until looking back up at Anna. There was something about the other Mutant that makes him feel like he’s able to trust her. After all, they are family, right?

“I always thought I was indestructible … so I made a habit out of being reckless because I believed nothing could hurt me. How foolish of me … I didn’t think I was able to break any bones.” He sighs and slumps into the couch. “I don’t know what to do with myself, Anna.” It shouldn’t be all about him. He doesn’t know what grief feels like in the way his mother is experiencing it but still, Tommy doesn’t like seeing her suffer. “How are you feeling with all of this?”

-

Anna sighed and cringed empathetically. “Figured ya’d say as much.” Reaching out, she put her hand over his and squeezed his fingers gently. “I’m sorry, sugah. For what it’s worth, I know Wanda is gonna feel awful if she knew she hurt ya.” She wasn’t sure if Erik had said anything to her about it, but she was worried about when (and how) he would. It was such a precarious state that Wanda was in. One small bit of bad news could be enough to send her off the real deep end - and knowing that she accidentally hurt her own child was more than a “small bit of bad news.”

Laughing, she gave him a teasing swipe of her hand. “Tommy Maximoff. You’re gonna go to hell in a handbasket if ya keep thinkin’ that way.” As he continued, her expression shifted into one more serious. “It’s hard,” she said quietly. “’Course it is. Hard for all of us. We gotta be there for each other though, right?” There was something about what he said that concerned her, though, and she studied him closely. “What’s goin’ on? Are ya okay?”

[incorrectsilvercyclopsquotes]

Kurt: In French, you don’t say “I miss you” you say “tu me manques” which means “you are missing from me” and I think that’s beautiful.

Rogue: Here, you don’t say “you all” you say “y’all” which means you all, unless there’s more people, then you say “all y’all” which means “all you all” and I think that’s beautiful.

Kurt: How the hell are we related?!

[blauerelf-deactivated20210531]

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[annamariexrogue]

blauerelf​:

Recovery || Kurt & Anna Marie

@annamariexrogue

Kurt was a few feet shy of the abode. Breathing through his nostrils, he stared at the place, quirking his brows at the sight of its exterior. It appeared smaller than he anticipated but not so much the size of the average households he had seen in Country Living. 

“That’s it?” he mused to himself. “I expected a mansion but at least it looks comfortable.”

Was it Erik’s intentions to purposefully not flaunt his wealth, lest he had the capable funds? The idea of a man keeping his abode simple wasn’t the least bit farfetched. Had they resided in Downtown Star City, however, the case might have been much different. 

He reached for his phone in the back of his black jeans pocket, swiping up to search through his contacts. He tapped once to find his sister’s name, twiddling with his thumbs for a few moments, contemplating his wording. 

[ KURT ] Good afternoon. Do you mind if I stop by for a few moments? I just wanted to check on you.

[ ANNA ] I’d love to see you. I have some news :)

After sending the message, Anna took a slow breath and leaned back on the couch. She set the phone aside and listened, even if it was just the soft sound of Wanda’s breathing. She’d never known grief quite like this. Ending her relationship with Remy had been difficult for her, but he was alive. It made her wonder if Wanda would ever be able to completely recover. 

She didn’t realize Kurt been outside her actual house until Nanny alerted her. Excited, she practically jumped up to get the door. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she said with a sigh, reaching out for a tight hug. 

The house itself wasn’t overwhelming or ridiculously ornate. Anna appreciated the homey atmosphere. She didn’t want to live in a museum, or anything too... depersonalized. Sterile. It reminded her of white walled hospitals. “Do you like it?” She asked, stepping back to give him a wider view. “Wanda is staying with us for a little while, so we have to be quiet so we don’t disturb her.”

[roguearchives]

Rogue’s high-fashion design for the upcoming Hellfire Gala. This event is set to take place on June across multiple books in the X-Men line as well as the special-sized one-shot issue Planet-Sized X-Men.

See full article.

“I love the idea of Rogue wearing lace, Dauterman says, I always loved that red lace dress Jim Lee drew for her date night! The collar was my attempt at merging Rogue’s iconic hood and the jacket.”

Source: Article by Christian Holub, for Entertainment Weekly. Art and design by Russell Dauterman.

[yennefer]

Before we met, the days were calm and the nights were restless. But now… you’re important to me.

THE WITCHER 1.06: “Rare Species”

[annamariexrogue]

[ @masterofmagnetismx ]

[616rogue]

rogue doing madonna’s iconic strike a pose!

source: x-men: legacy (2008) #225, by adriana melo.

[quotes-gr-ellhnika]

― The Lover (1992)

[masterofmagnetismx]

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[annamariexrogue]

ascintillatingwit​:

@annamariexrogue​

Emma had heard of what had happened and she was skeptical until the reports of the death of Bruce Wayne had rolled in. Her eyes stayed on the distance ahead of her on the horizon through the window. It seemed she had been holding her breath as the door opened, an exhale escaping her lips. She knew she should feel some sort of way. A life had been lost. The destruction devastating. However, Emma couldn’t help but feel elated. The very thing that sought to oppress them was now gone and it didn’t take the murder of her people to change that.

Finally looking over, she began to pour herself a bourbon into a tumbler glass before she looked to the other who seemed to have sought her out. “I know it is supposed to be quite tragic but the world is never short on white billionaires, hm?” Emma mused as she raised her glass to her and then took a sip. 

-

If it weren’t for Bruce Wayne’s ties to Wanda, then Anna would know very little about the man. She knew he’d donated to District X and funded Josh’s clinic. There was an alliance, of sorts, between him and the X-Men. She’d worked with him, at least within the capacity of the league, even though they’d never exchanged more than two words. She was sorry for his death in the sense that she would be sorry for anyone else who was said to fight on her side. She was sorry for Wanda, because she could see the depth of Wanda’s grief. 

“He was a little more than just a billionaire, y’know,” she said, her tone reproachful. Emma could never be counted upon to demonstrate sensitivity, but sometimes she took it a little too far. “He fought with us.”

[annamariexrogue]

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"Hey, Sam, ya lookin' for someone?" Anna grinned, pausing in the doorway to the institute. Most of the X-Men were teachers there or held other positions of leadership within District X. She'd heard that Sam was there, but this was the first time she'd actually seen him with her own eyes.

Smirking faintly, she lifted her shoulder. "Ya missed all the excitement." NOVA was finally gone. The agency itself wouldn't be a threat to them anymore. It didn't mean another wouldn't rise up to replace it, Erik never ceased to remind her of that, but at the very least it afforded them a much needed break.

[annamariexrogue]

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"Scott, my class ain't ready for somethin' like this," Anna said firmly, gesturing to the lesson plan. "I need at least another week or two if they're gonna score anythin' in the range of what ya'd find acceptable." Scott's standard was a little higher than her own on that front, but she didn't like to push the kids. She knew when they weren't ready for something. It didn't mean they wouldn't be, but she wanted the time to get them there.

She hadn't had much of a chance to speak to him after the explosion at NOVA. Her kids were still all shaken up about it, but she was doing their best to reassure them that the threat was over.

[annamariexrogue]

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To say their engagement was ill-timed was a definite understatement. It felt dishonest not to wear the ring Erik had given her, days before the explosion at NOVA, but the alternate wouldn't be right either. How could they announce this to anyone right now? Erik would want Wanda to be happy for them, maybe even be involved, and there was no possibility of that right now.

Wanda's state made the environment feel heavy and sad. Even though she was with them, she wasn't "with" them in the full sense of the word, and her absence was felt even more acutely for that reason.

Sighing softly, she slipped her hand in Erik's as she took down a wine glass from the cabinet. "How is she today?"