I finally caught up with the entire X of Swords arc and I wanted to make a few icons… So here they are !
Reblog would be appreciated, you don’t have to credit me if you want to use them but uh… It’d be nice ? Message me if you want another colour ? Or if you want me to make an icon of any character ?
I really enjoyed doing my 100 days of X-Men art challenge, but I hit a point where I really wanted to do something more complete. So I really took my time with this one. Keep reading to see my process:
I started from this abandoned W.I.P. from a couple years ago.
I liked the poses and the general idea, so I started from scratch and took my time getting all the anatomy right.
Then I did this pencil sketch on my iPad in Procreate to get all the details in the right place:
Then I inked it with a super fine technical pen in Clip Studio Paint. Figuring out the placement for all the other characters took the longest time, but I eventually got a composition I was happy with.
Color took a long time too, but I didn’t save any mid-process pictures of that. I didn’t keep track of the hours spent on this piece, but I’ve been working on it off-and-on (alongside some commissions) for the past month. The thing I’m proudest of is Storm summoning lightning for Sailor Jupiter to catch. They’re so cool. (God I love these stupid fictional characters.)
Today I was feeling a bit nostalgic and I thought of writing about my first OTP.
Rogue and Gambit ( in the first steps of their relationship)
a bit of fluffy smut
Globes
Remy waited for her in his bedroom. Sitting Indian-style on the floor, playing solitaire. He smiled at the sight of her. Rogue bolted the door, and he nodded at her with pure curiosity. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, that black uniform covered her completely. The green tank top had ceded over time and slid down her shoulder.
Remy stared her from top to bottom, making no secret of it. She noticed how he held back a teasing remark and gifted her with a wild grin.
She sat down in front of him and Remy showed her the queen of hearts.
“Just in time, chère, a sign of fate,” he commented playfully.
Rogue took the card and smiled. She made herself pretty for him, she wondered if he had noticed. Or if he even cared.
“Do you trust me?” she asked in barely a whisper.
“With my heart and soul,” he replied quickly. He always held a line ready on his lips. Sweet nothings. It made her cheeks burn. She looked away and heard him laugh.
“I mean it,” she whispered in frustration. Maybe this was nothing but foolishness.
“Me too,” he replied in a soft tone, caressing her hand.
“I want to try something,” she murmured, biting her lip, looking into his eyes. She didn’t even know why she was so nervous.
“I’m your guinea pig for whatever you want,” He said humorously, pursing his lips in anticipation of a kiss.
She placed her gloved hand over his lips. The fabric was very thin, almost like a second skin.
“Close your eyes,” she commanded.
“ That sounds fun,” He said with a half-open eye, still smiling cockily.
“Remy, please,” she insisted.
“Ok, chère,” he replied, closing his eyes obediently.
Rogue sighed nervously, her heart pounding. She looked at Remy, who remained seated, hands in his lap. With that insolent smile on his face. He was moving his legs, up and down.
Her hands were shaking, she took a deep breath and reached up to his cheek. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw and with her other hand she stroked his hair.
Remy’s smile softened, and she kept tracing his face, like she could memorize it with her fingertips.
She slid her hands down his chest, and Remy gasped a little when she slipped her hands inside his shirt.
Rogue pulled it and as soon as it was off he grabbed her by the waist and held her closer to him. Almost a knee-jerk reaction.
She caressed his shoulders, running her fingers over the marks and imperfections of his skin. The scars on his chest, his moles. The lines of his muscles. She listened him gulp hard. Yet didn’t dare look him in the eye. Rogue ran her hands down his ribs. Lingering on each one of them. She could hear him breathing in agitation. His hands fidgeted on her waist.
She paused before taking the next step.
“Look into my eyes,” Gambit said almost in a plea as she placed her hands on his pants button.
She looked up, he was no longer smiling. His dark eyes seemed to pierce her. Shining with desire.
She unbuttoned his pants and felt Remy shudder at her touch.
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled through his teeth.
There was a frantic heartbeat, and she didn’t know if it was hers or his. His moans increased as she increased the pace. He gripped her waist tightly. His lips were parted, and he was looking at her with such intensity that it made her legs tremble.
He caressed her breast, whispering her name between gasps. Droplets of sweat ran down his face and he tightened his hold on her waist.
She moved her hand faster, and Remy closed his eyes, resting his head on her shoulder. His moans echoed in her ear. Making her heart beat with intensity. Remy’s breath tickled her. As he mouthed soft words in French.
An eager pant slipped from his lips when she finished, and he stared at her in silence as his breathing settled down.
Remy smiled tenderly, wiped her hand with a delicate touch and kissed her fingers.
He wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder.
“Let me kiss you, I don’t care about the consequences, I would die happy in your arms,” he whispered caressing her back and she knew he was being sincere.
“I wish I could, Remy,” she replied. “I wish I could give you more than this.”
“More? No one has ever given me this much before.”
