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i know that i said i was going to be on here working on things but ... the headspace just isn't here for me. so i'm going to be over on logan's blog and probably anya's. i just had a rough morning and a rough night's sleep and just need some me time with a comfort muse. i hope you guys understand.

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wassup chere

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what they had really wasn't like everyone else's in a way. that much was sure. but they also weren't quite as alone as they might think themselves to be. whereas remy couldn't touch the loved of his life , hold her in his arms ... scott couldn't look jean in the eyes on most occasions. they found a way to make it work. their love was enough to overcome the hardships they faced until they could one day find a workaround.

that had been remy's inspiration to find a way to beat the odds so to speak. if scott and jean could find a way around scott's eyes , and still allow her to see his eyes if she tried hard enough ... then so could they.

they just had to be careful. nothing worse than dying while trying to hold one of the most beautiful people he had ever laid his eyes upon. he could feel the pressure of her lips against the band that went across his forehead. she was so close. he could feel the breath leaving her lips , and that smile grew as she continued on about his ability to stay positive. but in a world where there was so much pain around them for being who they were ... remy wouldn't stand by that.

his time with the thieves' guild had made him exceptionally good at slight of hand. arguably one of the best ... if he was the one doing the arguing. while they locked eyes , the hand that didn't need to hold onto her , had slipped it's way out of his glove , before then tenderly reaching for anna. carefully , and lightly at first , he ran his hands through that brilliantly thick hair. it was there , for a short moment , that he allowed himself to test what he had thought possible , and trained his body to do through morph's help. when he made contact , he could feel that fight between his own body , and the effect her mutuation had on him ... but he was able to touch her. it wasn't long , before he had to once again pull his hand away ... but it was a sign.

a sign of hope.

" see? " he encouraged , bringing his hand back to place in his glove. he'd mad contact with her scalp when running his hands through her hair. proof that he could feel her influence , but also proving that it could work. " all hope ain't lost yet der cherie. "

Rogue sat nestled in Remy's lap, her gloved hand resting gently on his cheek as he leaned into her touch. His warmth seeped through the layers of clothing that separated them, and she felt that familiar tug at her heart, the one he always managed to stir up inside her. She couldn’t help but smile as he spoke, that playful smirk of his making her heart skip a beat like it always did.

"When’ve ya ever wanted the odds t’be fair, huh, sugah?" she echoed with a soft chuckle, shaking her head just a little. "That’s the thing 'bout you, Remy. You always find a way t’make me forget 'bout all the things Ah think Ah’m missin'. Like somehow, what we’ve got is more than enough." Her thumb traced slow circles on his cheek, the soft fabric of her glove feeling almost like a second skin at this point. "Ah reckon that’s what drew me t’you, too. You never let things bein’ hard stop ya. You just find a way t’make it work, no matter what."

Rogue leaned in closer, her face just inches from his, her breath warm against his skin. "Ah ain’t gonna lie, sometimes it’s tough. Seein' others holdin’ hands, kissin’ like it’s the most natural thing in the world—it stings, Remy. But then Ah think 'bout us, how what we’ve got ain’t like anyone else’s, how it’s ours, an' that makes it all worth it. Makes me feel like Ah ain’t missin’ a thing, even if it don’t look like what everyone else has."

She paused, her green eyes searching his, filled with that familiar mix of love and determination. "You’re right, the odds ain’t never been fair, but that’s never mattered t’you, has it? That’s why Ah love ya, Remy. You always make me feel like we’re unbeatable, no matter what life throws our way." With that, she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, making sure the kiss landed on the fabric there, lingering there for just a second longer than usual. "Ah may not be able t’touch ya the way Ah want, but Ah’ll love ya in every way Ah can. And that’s somethin’ the odds don’t stand a chance against."

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gambit could positively say that he hadn't known what love was until he met his cherie he had right here in his lap. she had very quickly become his everything. so what they couldn't touch. he'd find a way around that , he always did. and even if he didn't ... it's not that any of that mattered to him. he knew it mattered to her in some degree , and he respected that desire.

the thing he didn't think she quite understood ... was that remy had experienced much of the world. some of the good ... but mostly the bad. he had a very different experience from rogue's. just as anyone else would have another different experience. everyone truly did lead different lives. that was what was important in his eyes ... and helped him be more empathetic to the desires that he could see on her face , but felt powerless at the moment to change.

but he could be there to help encourage when she felt optimistic about their future.

his face leaned into her gloved hand for the affection. the soft fabric of the gloves she wore around day to day becoming a feeling he quite enjoyed , and even came to miss when she was gone. their relationship didn't look like everyone else's , but he still looked for ways that their love was all them.

" when've i ever wanted the odds t'be fair cherei? " his lips curled up in a smirk. showing the playfulness in his incredulous smirk he gave her. " pretty sure thas one uh the tings led me t'yous. "

Rogue sat nestled in Remy’s lap, her head resting lightly against his chest as his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a comforting sound, one she could lose herself in if she wasn’t careful. She could feel the warmth of his body through the layers of clothing that separated them, and though it wasn’t skin-to-skin, it was enough for now. As he spoke, she couldn’t help but smile, her eyes closing for a moment as she let his words sink in. There was something about the way he talked, the way he always made her feel like the most important person in the world, that made her heart swell. She shifted slightly in his lap, tilting her head to look up at him, her green eyes soft and filled with affection.

"Remy," she began, her voice a gentle murmur as her gloved hand traced lazy circles on his chest. "You always know just what t’say, don’t ya?" Her words were laced with a mixture of teasing and genuine warmth, the kind that only he could draw out of her. She leaned in closer, her lips just inches from his ear as she spoke softly, "Ah know it ain’t easy, seein’ others get to share somethin’ as simple as a touch, but Ah wouldn’t trade what we have for anythin’." Her breath was warm against his skin, and she could feel the slight tension in his muscles as she spoke, knowing how much he wanted what they both couldn’t have—yet.

Rogue pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. "You’ve got a way of makin’ me feel loved, even with all these barriers between us," she continued, her gloved thumb brushing gently along his jawline. "And Ah know you’re right—nothin’ lasts forever, not the bad times, not the good ones, neither. But what we’ve got? That’s somethin’ worth holdin’ onto, no matter how long we have to wait." She shifted again, settling deeper into his embrace, her legs draped over his as she let herself relax against him. "Ah believe in you, Remy," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. "And Ah believe in us." With a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mix of mischief and love. "But don’t you go thinkin’ Ah’m gonna make it too easy on ya,le diable blanc," she added with a smirk, her voice full of affection as she nestled back into his arms, content to stay there as long as he’d let her.

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tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal

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SHIPPING CALL.

if you have wanted to write a ship with remy here ... hit the like to let me know you're interested. this will not guarantee that the ship will happen , but i like shipping ... and this helps me know who has an interest so i know who to approach. remy is bisexual in case that wasn't already obvious ... and known in the comics to be a bit of a slut. ( we love him for this too! ) this blog is also a multiship blog and friendly to multiple ships happening on this blog. we are also open to exploring polyamorous ships as that happens quite a lot in the x-men.

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PLOTTING CALL.

i wanna start planning some more plot driven threads across all my blogs. i need at least a general plan for the characters to move in or i get bored. and when i say that ... i mean my brain starts to struggle with my adhd , because i don't have the roadmap and start rambling in my head about what the plan should be. so ... i'm looking for people to plot my boi with. if you would like to plot out some stories together ( this can be in depth or just a general idea. ) go head and hit the like button , and i'll come into your dm's with some ideas. i will come to you when i have ideas ... so please do the same.

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quick little memo to the mutuals ... PLEASE REBLOG FROM THE SOURCE. i rely on my notifications for replies , so when i have to check that every time someone reblogs a meme from me it can get to be a hassle. i only say this because it's been happening a few times.

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Whump Symbols Masterlist

Beneath the cut is a list of symbols. Send one or more of the following for receiver's muse to discover sender's muse... (or include a 🔄 for the reverse!)

😈 ...being tortured.

🩸 ...bleeding out.

🦴 ...with a visibly broken bone.

🪡 ...patching, stitching, or cauterizing their own wounds.

🩹 ...beaten and left to die.

😵 ...unconscious.

🪑 ...collapsed or unable to stand.

⚡ ...being electrocuted.

🔍 ...suddenly returned after having gone missing.

🍽️ ...dying of starvation.

🥤 ...dying of thirst.

🕳️ ...fallen into a deep pit, hole, or ravine.

⛰️ ...dangling from a ledge.

👐 ...being strangled.

🔪 ...stabbed.

🔫 ...shot.

🌊 ...drowning.

🚬 ...covered in cigarette burns.

🤕 ...covered in bruises.

🫗 ...poisoned.

🥃 ...drunk.

💊 ...drugged or overdosed.

🐴 ...whipped.

⭕ ...branded.

🐍 ...bitten or stung by a venomous creature.

🤧 ...severely ill.

😨 ...having a dangerous allergic reaction.

🤰 ...suddenly going into labor at a bad time.

🔇 ...mute from trauma, shock, or conditioning.

🧍‍♂️ ...paralyzed.

🙈 ...blinded.

❓ ...suffering from amnesia.

💥 ...caught in an explosion.

🔥 ...trapped in a fire.

❄️ ...suffering from hypothermia.

🥵 ...suffering severe heat stroke.

📸 ...being publicly humiliated.

🗣️ ...being verbally assaulted.

💪 ...being physically assaulted.

💋 ...being sexually assaulted.

🪢 ...bound and gagged.

⛓️ ...chained up.

‼️ ...forced into a stress position.

🐶 ...collared and kept like an animal.

⚠️ ...having a panic or anxiety attack.

👹 ...experiencing sleep paralysis.

🛌 ...having a nightmare or night terror.

👁️ ...severely sleep deprived.

🛞 ...unable to drive safely or at all.

🚙 ...struck by a car.

🛻 ...in a car accident.

🏚️ ...trapped beneath a collapsed structure.

💣 ...with a bomb strapped to their body.

🚨 ...arrested and taken to jail or prison.

🚑 ...rushed to the ER.

⚰️ ...buried alive.

💀 ...on the verge of death.

🪦 ...dead.

Feel free to change whatever you like to make the wording more specific for your muses or desired scenario!

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lalala happy trail gambit

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There had certainly been no intention for the basketball to come colliding with that VERY PRETTY FACE. But ... such was the luck of the cards as Gambit would always say. Besides ... this was giving him the perfect opportunity to introduce himself.

Remy had never really been a shy child. He was looking to put on a show since he could WALK really. A real showman if there ever was one.

Jogging over to this new stranger , he quickened his pace getting to him. Not quite being able to hear what he had said right before getting there. Much to what would have been his disappointment. He did so love hearing praise about himself. Not in a narcisistic kind of way. There was nothing wrong with a healthy ego. He still stayed humble where it counted. That was what mattered.

" Nice catch mon ami ! Both of em yeah? " He was trying to be funny , and hoped that it hand landed that way when he said it. He'd admittedly been a bit distracted by taking a double take at how cute he actually was ... and the fact that he didn't seem to be in any pain. He gestured to his own face in reference to Jamie's , who had taken the beating. " You alright ya? "

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Not only had his mutation been able to thrive since being introduced to the X-Men, but it had also been able to evolve. What had started simply as an eidetic memory and the ability to isolate his senses, had grown to include a sort of technomancy. As it turned out, some psychic abilities hadn't evaded his genes as he'd thought when he'd been a kid.

So, usually, Jamie had a ROUTINE for going through his senses, one at a time. He had been doing so for so long that it was second nature to him. There was very little that could offset that focus for long...

And then he was thrown COMPLETELY OFF-KILTER at the sight of a man that he hadn't met before.

The first thing that had caught Jamie's attention had been the man's EYES, and his attention stalled there as though he were entranced...and then that VOICE accompanied that hypnotizing gaze, and he forgot how to THINK.

Reality hit him a moment later in the form of a basketball to the face. Jamie wasn't knocked off his feet, he simply stumbled back slightly, managing to CATCH THE BASKETBALL after it had used his face as a springboard.

All the while, he hadn't looked away from the Cajun Stranger for more than the time it took to right his posture with both feet on the ground once more. He wasn't upset by any means. Hell, Jamie had barely even felt it, his senses having narrowed down to his hearing and his sight in favor of taking this other man in

"Oh, wow..." he breathed, no thought being put into his filter before his mouth spoke his thoughts.

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so like ... i know i just made an icon template , but you guys the one i just made for the boi ... IT'S FIRE!

needless to say you might see this one around. the more i look at it , the more i love it! i constantly go between gaudy big icons and stuff like this , so this is a good one for when i want simplicity.

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tomorrow i'll be spending most of the day on logan and anya i think. so you guys will be able to find me over on those blogs for probably most of the day tomorrow. i had soooo much fun today , but i just wanna make sure i rest my brain for writing his dialogue. it's still a new accent for me to learn ... and thank you soooo much for your patience. i'll be around until i get tired. much love !

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The X Mansion was still a place Remy was learning to call home. He wasn't much used to being so welcomed so quickly somewhere. Or AT ALL for that matter. But as certainly as Charles had assured him ... The young former thief was making fast friends with the other young adults that called the grounds home. He could even see HIMSELF calling this place home ... Someday.

Putting the life of crime behind him seemed to sit well with him too. He had time to indulge in HOBBIES that he had. Something he wasn't always so fortunate to be able to indulge in , be it due to time ... Or circumstances in some occasions. But here , here he could do things like play sports , cook , and make connections.

He found he particularly enjoyed outdoor basketball time. It was the PERFECT way for the team , and for the moment Remy to bond and build moral. ( As much as sometimes it was seen as a waste of time. ) Remy saw it as a way to learn how to work effectively with his team. And stay LIMBER while doing it. That had it's perks too.

Turning to track where the ball had been thrown , he noticed it going on a straight collision course , for a young man he didn't recognize. Hands went to his mouth , cupping around his lips to help AMPLIFY his voice from across the large basketball court. " Hey! Watch out there! " He called in a thick Cajun accent that blended with French.

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[X-MANSION. : 1 9 8 9]

Six years had passed since the twins had been taken under the watchful eyes of the X-Men. Three solid years had been spent at the school in order to better harness and control their abilities, as well as to STAY SAFE after they had finally gotten away from their captors for a SECOND TIME. Jamie and Anya were both quick learners, and they were adaptable by habit as well as design. Even if it was largely in part due to their past failures having elicited HARSH PUNISHMENTS, it had still served them well in the end.

Neither of them were conventional learners, but they stood out with their progress. After GRADUATING, as it were, the two Barnes children had gone to expand their horizons, while also working to try to help others similar to themselves. They spent more time coming into their own personalities as well, Logan having served as a paternal figure that didn't filter his thoughts, which was incidentally exactly what the twins needed at that juncture of their life.

At the age of 22, Jamie and Anya were about as well-adjusted as they could be. Then again, there were VERY FEW 22 year olds that were REALLY adjusted to anything that life had to offer. Jamie and Anya might not have been top of the class anymore, necessarily, but it felt pretty great to be able to just feel like HIMSELF.

Besides, they were doing their best.

On that day, they had found themselves visiting at the mansion, as the twins were wont to do every now and then. It had been a longer little while since their last class reunion, so to speak, this time around, but it didn't really seem to be a real problem. He still felt plenty welcome within the halls that had once been so intimidating. He had just gotten done catching up with the Professor, and was left to his own devices. He took a deep breath and allowed the nostalgia to wash over him with a warm smile.

He headed out to the massive yard behind the mansion and took the steps that it took to get to the basketball court.

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CHARACTER STUDY. The Ragin Cajun. // Remy Etienne LeBeau.

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this blog is going to be following the canon where remy develops an immuninty to rogues touch. depending on the thread and ship ... he'll either do it like he does in the comics by stealing little touches from rogue when he can get a chance , but also through morph mimicking rogue so he can do it in controlled doses. this blog is also open to exploring the possibility of the two of them having a kid , because remy would make an amazing dad okay?!