you can't touch this! @feeltherogue-blog - Tumblr Blog

ivehurtpeople:

It took a moment for Logan to realize who the woman was and get himself calmed down. He slowly lowers his hands and retracts his claws. It had been so long since Logan had seen Rogue, that he almost had trouble remembering exactly the last time he had seen her. A faint smile develops on Logan’s face as he speaks to Rogue. “Hey there kid, how have you been?” An airy and short lived laugh emits from his mouth when she mentioned his death. “Yeah well…it didn’t stick.”

“I’m not sure,” were the only words that came out her mouth at his question. So much had taken place in just the last couple of weeks that she had not even stopped to think about everything that had happened. “I was in hiding mode one day and the next I was back in the 1970s. I suppose it’s complicated, but not as complicated as being a zombie.” She let out a small chuckle and let her muscles relax. “I would ask you how you are doing, but surely if I’m confused then you are... I don’t know, worse.”

#c; logan #wolverine

jollyjoules

Huevember DAY 30 : ROGUE aka Anna Marie

And that’s all folks ! o/ Thanks for putting up with this flood of colors and all your nice comments and messages ! Lil’ masterpost coming soon ~

#musing

warrenwinged:

there have been plenty of warren’s old friends coming and going through out the months that he’s been stuck inside the mansion; some who don’t remember him and some who know more than he does. so, it’s an everyday occurrence when he see’s a familiar face and things don’t go quite like they usually would. it’s even more surprising when one of his closer friends introduces herself to him, and even has the audacity to try and shake his hand - without gloves.

“you tryna’ kill me, rogue?” warren asks, tone playful as he raises his eyebrows, wings flapping once. “or has there been a malfunction in the powers?” with all of the crazy things going on right now, he’ll assume it’s both of the options mixed in with a little bit of something else.

“I-” Rogue stumbled over her words as she took a step back, shaking her head. Had she paid more attention then she probably would have recognized him. Feeling her face go red, she put her gloves back on and sighed. “That’s not what intended, I thought maybe I had lost my powers with the time travel... maybe not.” She replied, her gaze moving to his wings, how could she have missed them? “Sorry?”

#c; warren

thscret:

the mansion’s library may be expansive, but a girl’s gotta have variety. greta opted to explore the mansion once more. it can give her an opportunity to people watch. or maybe even meet some, if she’s not feeling so awkward. some stayed out of her way as she floated from room to room, some smiled at her, which she appreciated. once someone approached them though, greta had to pause for a second to collect herself. “um..hi, i’m..i’m greta. nice to meet you anna.” she looked at the other’s hand and willed herself to be more tangible than usual to shake it. “sorry, i had to take a second. i don’t usually have people trying to shake my hand.”

Rogue tensed up at the touch of the other’s hand. It even took her a moment to realize that she could already feel the girl’s energy move through her from the tip of her fingers and then up her arm. At this, she let go at once and took a step back, clearing her throat before speaking, “I’m sorry, I’m usually not one to shake people’s hands either. At least not like this, you feel ok, right? I didn’t hurt you?”

#c; greta

hcneybadger:

gabby was on her tip toes trying to get a book from the top shelf, a usual problem for her due her stature, when she heard a voice from next to her. looking to the side to look for the source, she dropped down from her stretched position and smiled at the other, the young girl took the hand offered to her and shook it “hi! i’m gabby.” she said tilting her head to the side and squeezed her eyes at the other, pointing a finger with her free hand “i know about you, i think, might be wrong, but nice to meet you too!”

The girl’s attitude took her by surprise, she was hoping whoever was brave enough to shake her hand would be rude and uninterested, that way she would have felt bad for sucking the energy out of them. Gabby had barely touched her when Rogue began to feel her energy flow through her, so she quickly pulled away and took a few steps back -so much for messed up time traveling genes. “I’m- I’m sorry, nice to meet you, but - I don’t know if you felt anything, but I didn’t mean to. I promise I wasn’t trying to hurt you.” She said all too quickly and under one breath.

#c; gabby #honeybadger

araniiita:

anya sat up from her spot as the other approached her, her head tilting at the words and a brow arching “you are telling me to pay for an ad on the paper so people know what i’m doing?” the girl crinkled her eyebrows thinking about the words, her index finger moving to point at the other “you might be onto something. maybe i should do that.”

“Isn’t that the whole purpose of a newspaper? To tell us what everyone is doing and how the world is falling apart... oh and the weather.” Rogue added nonchalantly. “Just don’t give out your whereabouts, we don’t want to be chased down by enemies.”

#c; anya #spidergirl

“The 1970s won’t be as groovy as the future makes them seem if I’m forced to join an alliance in this timeline too.” Rogue said to herself as she checked herself in the mirror. She had heard someone say that sometimes time travel could mess up genetics, and if that was the case then she hoped that her power had been taken away from her. Of course that was not going to be deducted just from staring at her reflection, so turning on her heels and taking off her gloves, she walked up to whoever it was that she spotted first and approached them with a stretched out her hand. “Hi, I’m Anna... nice to meet you.” She said with a bright smile, hoping that using her real name would give no association to Rogue.

#73:start #rogue stop being shady #up to you if they have heard of her or not :3

araniiita

anya was laying on the floor of the house, her eyes focused on the ceiling a pout fixed on her features and her arms stretched out. one of her hands held her dead phone, it wasn’t like she didn’t know this would happen or that it was even working before the battery ran out, but she felt specially defeated when it happened. “how am i suppose to let my followers know what’s going on if i can’t update my twitter?” she said to anyone who bothered to listen to her, a dramatic sigh leaving her.

feeltherogue-blog

“What’s Twitter?” Rogue joked as she walked into the room uninvited. She was still getting accustomed to the house so wandering around and randomly jumping in and out of people’s conversation was slowly becoming a habit. “I’m sure there’s an equivalent for social media here in the 70′s... perhaps an ad in the newspaper?”

#c; anya #spidergirl

ivehurtpeople2

Soft echos of Laura’s voice whispering ‘daddy’ calls his mind back from the void. Logan’s eyes snapping open as a deep breath fills his lungs, giving the muscles a long overdue stretch. His eyes quickly shift back and forth before a loud grunt emits from his mouth as he gets to his feet. “Charles! What the fuck just happened?!” Logan soon came to the realization that he was alive once again. Being alive certainly had a much different feel than the alternative. Though he was far more confused than he was angry, every action and word was dripping with tension and agitation. He began looking himself over the best he could in that moment. Brushing the dirt from the front of his shirt. “What the fuck.” Next noticing just how young his skin looked, particularly his hands. Raising his fists to eye level and taking a moment to stare at them with hate and distrust before extending his claws effortlessly and without pain. A subtle creek in the floor board behind him alerted his attention to the presence of another person. Logan growls loudly as he faced the other, claws ready for the attack. “Who the fuck are you and what do you want?!”

feeltherogue-blog

Having woken up in the 1970s was slowly starting to feel ok. At least that’s what Rogue kept repeating to herself over and over again, hoping that if she said it enough times then she’d believe it. She had not even gone inside the mansion yet but had deducted it was the 1970s from the freshly printed newspaper she had found on the ground, close to where she had woken up. In an attempt to get inside without being seen, she decided to go in through a window, hoping she’d find the place empty. That was not the case, of course, for as soon as she landed she was met with metal claws ready to stab her in the face. The look on her face went from pure terror to shock in a matter of seconds. She stood quietly, letting go of the glove she had unconsciously been trying to remove and put her hands up. “Logan? It’s me... Rogue. I- I... heard you had died.”

#c; logan #wolverine #we haven't even plotted yet but i had to reply xD

✕ — isn’t that anna marie d'ancanto wandering the streets of new york? civilians know them as rogue and see them as an anti-hero. as far as i know, the twenty one year old stands alone and are rumoured to be pretty sensitive & independent .

#73:intro #helloooooo all