[tm_mystique used with permission which was easy, since its like me. :P]Rogue can't stand winter. She hates snow, the icicles, the frigid air. You'd think she'd enjoy that time of year, it makes the appearance of gloves on her hands or the fact that she's clothed from head to toe not as noticeable. No one thinks much of a young woman wearing gloves in the ( Read more... )

There should have been six ( Read more... )

Rogue still couldn't quite believe it. Skids was just gone. Didn't say a word, nothing. Just took the snowmobile and never returned. She was intent on ignoring Toad's and Avalanche's negative remarks. Skids was just a kid, so was Av, but she never really thought the girl wanted to be there. She just wanted a family. Something Rogue understood all ( Read more... )

Irene. Cody. Rubbermaid. Network. Dryad. Quill. DJ. Wallflower. Angelo. Jetstream. Catseye. Roulette. Illyana. Banshee.

I could go on. List every single one of the students who died when the Purifiers came--the ones who were powerless, defenseless. All the countless other mutants who've died in the years I've been alive. Some I don't even ( Read more... )

[locked to and written with tm_magneto. The following contains adult situations.]

Rogue and Magneto go on a mission, which doesn't quite go as Rogue planned, and then go back home and make-up.

( RP with Magneto )

ooc: All other muses used with permission. :)

Dear Prudence Pyro

So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smileSomehow it had worked, posting the announcement on the fridge. Confiscating all of the junk food--and Erik's favorite healthy nuts--and holding them ransom in the living room. Nothing was ever easy with these ( Read more... )

Attached to the refrigerator is the following:


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I don't like this prompt.

Okay. I'm gonna be optimistic. Not dwell on the fact that the man I love is probably gonna be dead in twenty years.

In twenty years, mutants are gonna be flourishin' again. Hank'll have figured out how to make it so there can be more mutants probably with Sinister's help an' bein' a mutant'll be a blessin' not a mess ( Read more... )

There was a knock on the door ( Read more... )

Rogue turned the envelope over and over in her hands. Oma's writing was on the front with her name in the woman's neat script and the address to the safe house. She slipped past the others, heading up to her room. Her sanctuary ( Read more... )