Holiday Requests (Belated): Frère

Prompt: December 20. Scott, Rogue, and Remy for lithiumlaughter

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At first Rogue thought the glowing pinprick was Logan, smoking a cigar out among the headstones. Then she saw glowing eyes above it and scrambled hastily to her feet, glove off, voice biting out into the darkness, "Who are you?"

A flare of sudden pink light. The first thing her vision latched onto as it adjusted was a twirling, glowing, playing card. The two of clubs.

"Y' always win wit' de deuce," the stranger said as he laid it gently atop Scott Summer's headstone. He was tall, shaggy reddish brown hair, glowing red eyes on blacks instead of whites, and a long brown trench coat over the faint gleam of some kind of body armor. His smile was almost a smirk, but it lacked malice or smugness, instead carrying the impression of friendly sorrow. "I tol' him t' stay away from de queens, but he didn't listen. Mais, never did dat m'self."

His accent was thickly southern, Cajun. Rogue wanted to back up a half step from his odd, if compelling presence, but made herself stay, skin ready to touch. He'd obviously known Scott. "Who are you?" she demanded.

"Don't matter, chère." He shrugged, then said, "But 'm Gambit, if dat makes y' feel better."

She looked at him again, at the way he held himself, the line of his profile, the vaguely familiar features, but scruffier than Scott's, more world-weary and dangerous. "You the black sheep of the family?"

Gambit chuckled but his face was grim. "One way o' putting it. What about you, chère? Sitting out here among de graves. You his girlfriend after Jeannie died?"

Rogue stiffened under his sharp appraisal. "No. A student."

A faint nod.

"I miss them," she said softly, almost before she realized it.

Gambit sighed, an empathetic sound. He held up a card, the Ace of Spades. "Dis be for Stormy, if y'll give it to her."

She nodded, accepted it.

"Dis be for you."

Her mouth stuttered open, but the card, a Queen of Hearts, was pressed into her hand, and Gambit was already on the other side of the headstone, running one finger regretfully along the face of the card he'd laid there earlier.

"And dis… Goodbye, mon frère."

The brightness flared, burned, and went out.

Driveby Stats

• Fusion fic is done. Brain is fried. No, I mean it. Fried.


• Beyond Panels letter is not done.


• I peeked at my TBW list. Brain is fried. :clicks ignore:


• My computer is still waiting for me to hook it up. Tonight.

Hope y'all are having a less brain-fried day!

Original Characters Meme

Gacked from rubynye:

If you know what character you want, you can pick, or you can describe a character and I'll snag my closest match.

send me a number 1-60 and i'll answer the questions with one of my ocs
1: what's your ocs favorite color?
2: where does your oc work?
3: what's your ocs favorite food?
4: does your oc prefer paper or plastic?
5: how old is your oc?
6: does your oc have any supernatural powers?
7: is your oc in a relationship?
8: what are some of your ocs strengths?
9: what are some of your ocs weaknesses?
10: what is your ocs favorite outfit?
11: what is your ocs spirit animal?
12: is your oc sexually active?
13: what is your ocs earliest memory?
14: does your oc have a cell phone? if so, what kind?
15: what makes your oc angry?
16: when is your ocs favorite time of year?
17: how long can your oc hold their breath?
18: what kind of underwear does your oc wear?
19: does your oc prefer plaid or polka dots?
20: what's your ocs favorite kind of pizza?
21: who is your ocs best friend?
22: has your oc ever killed someone?
23: whats your ocs biggest secret?
24: what does your oc smell like?
25: what time of year does your oc prefer?
26: is your oc a human or an animal? (or something else idk)
27: what languages does your oc speak?
28: does your oc like anime?
29: can your oc swim?
30: what does your oc choose to do about the, er, hair down there?
31: does your oc believe in fairies?
32: did your oc go to college? what did they major in?
33: are your ocs parents dead?
34: is your oc religious?
35: how flexible is your oc?
36: what turns your oc on?
37: what was your ocs first word?
38: does your oc have any pets?
39: who is your ocs biggest enemy?
40: what is the craziest thing your oc has done?
41: what is your ocs motto about life?
42: does your oc drink coffee or tea?
43: who is your ocs biggest hero?
44: what color eyes does your oc have?
45: does your oc like reading?
46: is your oc loyal?
47: does your oc tolerate violence?
48: what social class is your oc from?
49: what country was your oc born in?
50: does your oc cry easily?
51: what is your ocs favorite genre of music?
52: how does your oc feel about insects?
53: what is your ocs sexual orientation?
54: does your oc smoke?
55: what gender is your oc?
56: what kind of clothes does your oc wear?
57: would you call your oc adventurous?
58: is your oc introverted or extroverted?
59: what is the first thing that someone would notice about your oc?
60: does your oc enjoy nature?

Confessions of a Post-Fandom Writer: My People

I have people again.

They're here, reading, commenting, but they all want to write original fiction and/or do write it and it got me thinking about how you lose people when you write original fiction, especially if you write a lot of it. (I do.)

I hereby promise to all of you if you write original fiction, you won't lose me. If you want someone to catch fic and beg for more, email me at scribble_my_name at yahoo dot com. If you just want to gripe about badly behaved WIPs, I'll be here. No matter what, I'll keep reading, cheering you on, and commenting.

Capitulates and Snippets

It's everywhere. Fine! I capitulate. :waves the white flag:

From everyone, literally everyone, the WIP meme. Three random sentences from three random WIPs:

A Game for the Gods for trovia - Vardin

She reached up and gently, tenderly brushed the backs of her knuckles over the edge of his jaw in lieu of the kiss that would certainly wake him. At least one of them should sleep.

Tomorrow was the Open. If any vent-skimmer was actually going to die, it would probably be then.

Monsters and Daisychains - Agents of SHIELD

"What are you doing?"

Skye looks up sharply, then down, following Jemma's gaze to the string of flowers she's been steadily inking into a napkin. They're daisies, she realizes, and her hand clenches against the tabletop.

Falcon Whose Name is Death for inkvoices - MCU

"By this Holy water and by your Precious Blood, wash away all our sins, O Lord," she murmurs reverently. Fire pours out of her wounds as she stares. She waits until flames leap from her fingertips then plunges her hands into the water and whispers the prayer again.