Decided to draw him with a hook cuz why not. And i was inspired by song's name :P
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Decided to draw him with a hook cuz why not. And i was inspired by song's name :P
you think gambit's love for rogue a constant through the multiverse. you would know best, since you have traveled through time and space. it is comforting: when chaos takes so many forms you find refuge in the few impermutables left. and so, you take liberties with him you wouldn't with others: you let him press down on your open, bleeding wounds (touch is so awful with others but not him) and you don't care if he sees your staggering morning form (knocking into furniture, blinking blearily at him with one eye, confusing salt for sugar) and you sometimes strip off damaged clothes in an aftermath of battle without a second thought in front of him because what's there to see? and who's there to hide from? and—
it's when you are downed, half-blind, bleeding and with little sense that gambit's hands hold your head. they're warm, radiating heat even through leather. not dissimilar to obscure glass, a film blinds your eye - and you can't hear the words tumbling out of your mouth.
must sound like i'm sorry, i'm sorry, remy.
you did apologize a lot, even when not obliged.
'm'sorry charle's not here
sorry i'm not rogue
wish i could do better by you, rem'
the world becomes a bleak dark. you wonder if the others will be okay. you fret, helplessly. you pass out.
[ part two ]
I left a dozen roses on your grave today I'm in the grass on my knees, wipe the leaves away I just came to talk for a while Got some things I need to say Now that it's over I just wanna hold her I'd give up all the world to see That little piece of Heaven looking back at me
Emmerdale Rarepair Week 2025
Day Six - Music/Lyric(s)
Donna Windsor + Ross Barton | LUCY - SKILLET
Dream team!!
He got quite a good catch.
Crackfic: A Very Dross Shadow
Dross, has he not scanned you? Lindon asked.
[You know, I don’t think so, but now I’m questioning it. I’m starting to wonder if he can see thoughts.]
“Once you reach Underlord, then your real training can finally—"
With a gentle effort, Lindon pushed Dross out of his palm. The spirit manifested, one-eyed and purple, and raised one of his stubby arms in greeting. Eithan froze in mid-speech, his wildly gesticulating arms stopping in the air.
[These things can be awkward, can’t they? I know who you are, but I’m not sure if you know who I am. Do you know who I—Hey wait what are you—]
Everyone froze in horror as Yerin's Blood Shadow slipped its leash, lunging out from her body to snatch Dross out of the air and toss him into its mouth.
Here she is, finally I made my Lux!Sans design (she isn't cannon, but her design is mine)
She is like 18 until 20 years old and she and Moira are cousins (not cannon) @nebulanightsky
Moira's ref
The minute I saw that Robert Kennedy Jr., a notorious disease-loving health crank, was going to be responsible for the nation’s health—and t
Do you eat food? Then you should probably read this...