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skunkbrat · 10 months
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not in my movie. by róisín.
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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check it ! ... róisín's purah of tloz. headcanon and totk / botw based. crossover friendly! ... #puruh
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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if i told you all i made another new blog be honest how mad would u be
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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CALL ME IF YA NEED A QUICK FIX ... ! oc by rósiín. sideblog to skunkbrat.
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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the only thing i don't love about the promo of the final rg23 issue is that i feel like we tend to see a lot of gambit comforting rogue particularly in recent runs, and based ont he latest of his own arc i think there's a lot of room for them to have a conversation that addresses a bit more of his own trauma - not that i dislike seeing him reassuring rogue bc you know. it makes sense in this specific instance - i think just overarching thematically it's unfortunate they didn't (or don't seem like they will) use this run that's so focused on them to discuss remy's very real traumatic shit going on
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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out and about today but I repurposed my old nanc wire to rogues :-) bc I can’t remember her wire login LMAO
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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grumpy x sunshine m/f ships are always better if the grumpy one is the girl and sunshine one is the boy
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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hm..
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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apparently rogue was 22 in the 2018 rogue & gambit run this is making me question everything
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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a verse where remy focuses a little more on the thieves guild n rogue lives up to that queen of thieves moniker and their typical home base is that mansion in New Orleans that destiny left her
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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i dont wanna edit her hair.
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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me when i'm insane
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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RESERVOIR DOGS (1992) PROMPTS
ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚     as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!    ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ
what’s special? take you in the back and suck your dick?
she’s been fucked over a few times.
he don’t tip.
you’re acting like a first year fucking thief, i’m acting like a professional.
this is a hard job.
he probably thinks he’s a real cowboy.
stop pointing that fucking gun at my dad!
if you keep talking like a bitch, i’m gonna slap you like a bitch.
i will put fucking bullets right through your heart.
it’s a metaphor for big dicks.
all i asked was how does it go?
you’re gonna be okay.
why didn’t you throw in?
personally, i can do without her.
look, asshole, i didn’t say i ain’t heard of it.
hey, nobody’s trading with anybody!
it’s amusing, to me, to torture a cop.
he’s convinced me, gimme back my dollar!
my way or the highway, now what’s it gonna be?
it’s been quite a long time.
you gotta break that son of a bitch in two.
you kill anybody?
what the fuck was i talking about?
give me that fucking thing.
he don’t tip? what do you mean you don’t tip?
c'mon, throw in a buck!
you can say anything you want, cause i’ve heard it all before.
are you gonna bark all day, lil’ doggie? or are you gonna bite?
if you shoot me in your dream you better wake up and apologize.
was that as good for you as it was for me?
this ain’t a goddamn city council meeting you know.
you kill that man, you die next.
you put that fucking gun down, now.
i’m talking morning, day, night, afternoon: dick, dick, dick.
what was that name?
i mean jesus christ, i was worried about mugshot possibilities as it was.
have you lost your fucking mind?
give it back to me now.
i can say i definitely didn’t do it, because i know what i did or didn’t do.
i don’t tip because society says i have to.
shut up.
do you know what this is?
once she got into her “papa don’t preach” phase, i don’t know—i tuned out.
i don’t like alarms.
you have a cool sounding name.
if you wanna know something and he won’t tell you, cut off one of his fingers.
you’re making me lose my train of thought here.
we’re supposed to be fucking professionals!
she’s feeling something she ain’t felt since forever.
i’m sick of fucking hearing it, i’ll give it back when we leave.
i don’t wanna kill anybody.
i was saying something, what was it?
let’s just put our guns down, and let’s settle this with a fucking conversation.
yeah, that’s easy for you to say.
do they have a sheet on you where you’re from?
wait a minute, who didn’t throw in?
fuck all that.
there’s no need for this.
listen kid, i’m not gonna bullshit you, all right?
managers know better than to fuck around.
i didn’t create the situation, i’m just dealing with it.
i’ll tip if someone really puts forth the effort.
now he knows a.) your name, b.) what you look like, c.) where you’re from and d.) what your specialty is.
all right ramblers, let’s get rambling!
you have no idea what you’re talking about.
i’m hungry. let’s get a taco.
i found this old address book in a jacket i ain’t worn.
you’re making a terrible mistake, and i’m not gonna let you make it.
forget about it.
yeah she was nice, but she wasn’t anything special.
i don’t know what to tell you.
how many dicks is that?
is it bad?
come on, guys! nobody wants this.
excuse me for not being the world’s biggest madonna fan.
if you beat this prick long enough he’ll say he started the goddamn chicago fire, but that don’t necessarily make it fucking so.
hey. how do i look?
i tried it once and it doesn’t work.
hey what the hell do you think you’re doing?
if i gotta get out that door, and you’re standing in my way—one way or the other, you’re getting outta my way.
it’s beneath me you know, let’s move on.
tell that fucking bullshit to the tourists.
“too busy” shouldn’t be in a waitress’ vocabulary.
who cares what your name is?
whoa baby.
all you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain’t gonna get.
for the past 15 minutes you have been droning on about names.
i don’t give a good fuck what you know or don’t know, but i’m gonna torture you anyway, regardless.
what do you mean when we leave?
god damn you! don’t make me do this!
it’s my personal favourite.
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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i wrote five things ln that;s CRAZYYYY and also liberating so i'm going to rb another meme!
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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⤳   @rubyqrtz, ​​​​   asked:     ‹ You can make things right. ›
This ain't her style: vulnerability. It sucks to feel it, that unraveling of yourself, self-pity and guilt pulling hard at the seams with a vengeance as you sit across a man you got nothing but the utmost respect for. Admire, even. This is miserable. She tries to force a smile, bring in something of a lighter tone, but it falters near immediately as she nods. ❝ Yeah. ❞ She says, a simple word spoken meekly, which is real unlike her. ❝ Ah don't know about that, ❞ she continues, that nodding action turning to shaking, a defiance to her refusal. Hand moves to rub against her nose, a sniffle sounding out as she drags her arm across her mouth. ❝ It's been ... years. An' Ah'm still trying to make good on a past I don't think I'll ever outlive. And it's not that Ah ain't grateful, because I am. Honest, I am. It's –– beginning to feel, just, like that's all Ah am. ❞ She looks up at him with pitiful green eyes, near-pleading. ❝ Like everything Ah do is about saying sorry for what Ah did. Not even that, it's –– saying sorry for what Ah am. What if Ah'm sick of making things right? ❞ It's a weak argument; she knows she doesn't mean it. Tired of it, sure, but she wouldn't stop trying to atone for the villain she used to be for a single second.
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❝ What if Ah don't wanna say Ah'm sorry anymore? ❞
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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⤳   @st4rlord, ​​​​   asked:     ‹ I don’t know what I’m supposed to do right now. ›
There's been a trend as of late of Rogue finding herself in a particularly precarious situation, coming to while hanging from some chains upside-down and unaware of her exact location. Alright, it's happened, like, twice now, but two times is weird, right? She blows a loose strand of hair out from her eyeline and glares down at him, a mightily furious look about her. The frustration brews from the predicament, obviously, but secondarily from the fact that if she's seeing Starlord, she's most likely in space, and that's concerning. Last thing she knew she was taking a stroll down eighth avenue looking for a place to grab a decent coffee. How the hell was she going to find that out here? ❝ You could start by figurin' out how to cut me down. Unless you're looking for an engraved invitation, Space Cadet. ❞ She wriggles her fingers, wondering if maybe she could just get free enough that she might leverage her own strength against the bonds, but no dice. She's gonna need external intervention. ❝ Ah'm serious, all the blood's rushin' to my head and it's makin' me woozy! Can you move your ass a little faster, please! ❞
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skunkbrat · 10 months
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⤳   @ghstspdr, ​​​​   asked:     ‹ I literally feel myself aging when I listen to you. ›
❝ What's that s'posed to mean? Ah may be a lotta things, peach, but boring ain't one of them. ❞ God, is it? She doesn't think so. Is she getting boring? No. What? Brows furrow as her arms cross. ❝ Maybe if you didn't talk so much you'd have a clearer mind about it. Open yer ears, or whatever's under that freaky mask o' yours! ❞ She's starting to grow a distaste for spider-people; makes a note that this is the last team-up she ever considers for the foreseeable future. The red-suited one, too.
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