1. Rogue keeps her hair in long curls. The color is on the red side of the spectrum, auburn to be precise. If she stays in a sunny place for a prolonged period of time, her hair will soak it up and the cherry wood hue will get shot through with warmer cinnamon and amber tones.
2. When those two dumbasses finally get their heads out of their asses you better believe this happens. Minimalist and small, still meaningful outside of the “matching tattoo” idea to each of them.
3. Because Hannah Ferguson absolutely is my ultimate Rogue’s body head-canon.
4. Rogues stance on bras? Optional. It goes 50/50, depending on her mood.
5. Rogue’s haircut circa X-treme X-men Era
6. Anna really needs to chill with the “Queen of Hearts” thing. Blame Emma, she’s the one that introduced her to Agent Provocateur and their arsenal of cute pasties.
7. Rogue was a cute baby, toddler, and kid, but she hits a REALLY awkward spot after she hits fourteen.
(my rationalisation of how she went from this:
…The first years of puberty were not kind to her.)
She’s doomed with too-severe-for-her-age features, chubby-cheeks, and gollum/smeagol eyes for a hot minute until she grows into her looks to this:
Request: hey there! i read your last one about hank and i loved it so i was kinda hoping you could make another one where hank is feeling insecure about himself and his mutation and he thinks he’s going to hurt the reader, he’s doubting himself and thinks she’ll regret being with him so he’s being kinda distant, idk?
A/N: I loved this idea, I totally believe Hank would be insecure etc. when in a relationship and being the cinnamon roll he is, he’d probably worry about hurting the reader as well. Oh, I enjoyed writing this so much - thank you for the lovely request! 😘
You tossed and turned in your sleep, the heat was
insufferable no matter how many items you removed but that wasn’t what was
keeping you up. Those past few days had been odd to say the least. Everything
seemed to go so smooth inside the mansion, yet there was this emptiness inside
of you and you knew exactly what – or better who – was causing it, Hank.
It had all been so perfect, you loved him so much and
he would act like you were all that mattered to him but suddenly it all
changed. You couldn’t tell why. Why he no wanted to be around you all the time,
why he stopped stealing sweet kisses in every empty hallway,
why he didn’t grin like an idiot every time he saw you anymore. Now he barely
came near you, he spent all day locked in his lab and every time he was in your
presence he’d be so awkward and never let his gaze fall on you.
Those thoughts plagued your mind all this time. Had
you done something? Did he not love you anymore? Was it all just a phase? A
period of excitement that ended soon and now he was trapped in a relationship
he no longer wanted? Was there someone else?
How could you possibly sleep when the man you loved
was acting so distant and wouldn’t even let you know why. You just wanted him
to come and hold you, to whisper how much he loved you in your ear just like he
had so many times in the past. To smother you in his overbearing embrace and
wrap his huge body around yours as he gently kisses any place he can reach. You
wanted Hank back.
Before you realized it, tears started falling from
your eyes. It was such a weird feeling, you felt
sad and miserable and angry all at the same time. But most importantly you felt
Your legs seemed to move at their own accord and
suddenly you found yourself walking down the hallways all the way down to
Hank’s room where you hoped he would be. Your bare feet padded against the
marble floor that was freezing cold and your vision was blurry but you couldn’t
care less. You needed him more than anything, even if that meant letting him
see you this way.
Soon you were standing on his door, your hand
hesitantly knocking the door – the noise was so faint you doubted if he could
actually hear, so you knocked again and again – and again. You felt your heart
break even more at him ignoring you, there was no way he didn’t hear. Hank was
anything but a heavy sleeper.
“H-Hank?” you half spoke, half sobbed through your
You knocked again, louder this time. You didn’t care
about how desperate you sounded or how you could disturb the others as you kept
knocking on the wooden door and your knuckles were starting to hurt by now.
“Hank, please…” you finally gave up trying to contain
your sobs and broke down, dropping on the hard floor with your back against his
door. “P-Please…” your voice was barely audible and you continued sobbing
What you didn’t know was that Hank was right on the
other side of that door, desperately clutching the doorknob and struggling to keep himself from coming to you. Hearing your sobs and how broken your voice was
hurting him more than you could ever imagine. Tears had started to form in his
own eyes and he barely fought the urge to open, but this was the only solution.
He couldn’t let you be around him anymore. He could
barely control himself and the mere thought of hurting you in any way was
unbearable. His other form could be so dangerous and unpredictable and you were
so fragile in his eyes. He just couldn’t take that risk.
Deathly silence ensued as your sobs died down, but
tears continued streaming down your cheeks and you simply stayed there, curled
into a ball and shivering lightly from how cold the marble floor was.
He could hear your heavy breathing from the other
side, the small sniff noises coming from your nose and all he wanted was to
stop torturing you.
You took a long breath and broke the silence. “H-Hank,
p-please talk to me. What did I do? Please Hank…” you whimpered as your hand
grabbed the doorknob again and you fought to open it but it was locked from
You finally surrendered when the door suddenly opened
and you almost fell on the ground but two strong arms grabbed you and you found
yourself buried into a familiar soft fur that you knew who it belonged to.
Slowly opening your eyes, you buried yourself further
into his embrace and looked up to meet his yellow irises, his eyes were also
teary but there were bags underneath, as if he hadn’t gotten proper rest for
quite a while.
You wanted to stay in his arms forever but even more
you needed answers. And you needed them now. You pulled away quickly and
cupping his cheeks, you forced his gaze to turn on you no matter how much he
tried to avoid it.
Smothering your hiccups, you spoke. “What did I do?
You have to tell me.”
His hands gently locked around your own that remained
on his face and you could see him frown in confusion. “W-What? God no. Y/N, no
you didn’t do anything.”
“Then why? Why are you avoiding me? Do you no longer
love me? Because if that’s why, I think I deserved to know instead of-“ Hank
crushed his lips on yours before you got a chance to finish your sentence.
“No-no-no-no-no, I love you. I love you more than
anything, every day away from you was killing me. I just…”
“Then what? Why are you trying to push me away?” you
started crying again and he kissed the inside of your wrists.
“I-I haven’t been able to control myself lately and
“Afraid of what? I would never judge you.” You tried
to make sense of his words.
“Of hurting you. I don’t know what I’d do if anything
ever happened to you.” He admitted weakly.
You sniffed your nose again and let out a bitter
laugh, confusing him even more. “And avoiding me was a way to not hurt me?” you
traced a finger across the features of his face, taking in his appearance since
he had never been so close to you when in this form.
“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. It’s just – I’m so afraid
of hurting you.” The pads of his fingers were soft against your cheeks as he
wiped your tears away. “I’m so stupid.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.” He muttered with his head buried in your hair.
“I love you. I love you in your every form and you
could never hurt me. Not unless you push me away like you did. Besides, I’m not made of glass.” You whispered
softly and peppered his face with kisses, ignoring the blue hairs that found
their way into your mouth with every little kiss.
You felt his own tears in your hair but you decided it
was best to not speak of it. You both needed this. So you stayed like that for
what seemed like forever; your hands trailing patterns on his chest as he
soothingly ran his hands through your hair and held you.
After a while, he noticed your hands had stopped
moving. “So…you’re not mad at me?” he asked gingerly, but received no answer.
Looking down at you, he saw you were already fast
asleep and he stayed there forever, admiring your peaceful features, how
beautiful you looked even with your red and puffy eyes – he loved you so much,
how could he ever think a life without you was possible?
why do you like the xmen so much?? i mean they're cool and all but so are the avengers
because the xmen are a group of oppressed people who are Constantly fighting for their survival and equality, while also fighting for all of mankind, the people who actively discriminate against them, when they really don't have to (unlike the avengers who mainly spend their time fighting each other or not caring about mutants). Their story of oppression is relatable to those who deal with discrimination and oppression in real life, therefor making their story all the more compelling. Not to mention, the xmen stories have magneto who is one of the most interesting, complexing and captivating villain, (if you can even call him that), in the entire marvel universe.