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♧ | starter call!

Feel free to like this or dm/ask for a starter :)) I'm trying to refine Remy's dialogue

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“I’m afraid of dming them” this “I’m socially anxious/awkward” that

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY FOR ME TO SPAWN IN YOUR DMS FOR NO REASON. JUST TO BE SILLY GOOFY!! IM SOCIAL IM A YAPPER I JUST DONT WANT TO SCARE YALL!!

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spots to kiss.   since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option  ( 57 )  to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.

a kiss on the top of the head.

a kiss to hair.

a kiss on the forehead.

a kiss on the space between eyebrows.

a kiss on the temple.

a kiss on the cheek.

a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.

a kiss on the nose

a kiss on the ear.

a kiss on that space where jaw connects.

a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

a kiss on the cupid’s bow.

a kiss on the lips.

a kiss on the chin.

a kiss on the jawline.

a kiss on the back of the neck.

a kiss on the underside of the jaw.

a kiss on the throat.

a kiss on the side of the neck.

a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.

a kiss above the collarbone.

a kiss along the collarbone.

a kiss on the space between collarbones.

a kiss on the shoulder.

a kiss on the bicep.

a kiss on the forearm.

a kiss on the elbow.

a kiss on the outside of the wrist.

a kiss on the inside of the wrist.

a kiss on the back of the hand.

a kiss on the palm.

a kiss on a finger.  ( which one? )

a kiss on the side of the ribs.

a kiss on the shoulder blade.

a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

a kiss along the curve of the spine.

a kiss on the upper back.

a kiss on the lower back.

a kiss on the sternum.

a kiss on a pec / breast.

a kiss under the breast.

a kiss on where the sternum ends.

a kiss on the stomach.

a kiss on the navel.

a kiss on the hipbone.

a kiss on the ‘v’.

a kiss on the front of the thigh.

a kiss on the back of the thigh.

a kiss on the inner thigh.

a kiss on the knee.

a kiss on the calf.

a kiss on the ankle.

a kiss on the heel.

a kiss on the foot.

a kiss on a toe.

a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

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Describe my muse horribly!

ex: some weirdo that won't stop yapping

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reblog if you don’t mind shipping with an rp partner who doesn’t smut.

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"I know." With a sigh, Remy raked a hand through his hair, only succeeding in shoving the chestnut strands further into his face. He gave up on the effort and let his hand drop to his side with a grimace. His expression had grown exhausted by the mere mention of the previously unspoken schism. "I'm tired of it too. Ah, garde, chère: anythin' you want to be knowin', I'll tell you." If Remy could look hesitant, he certainly did now. He wasn't used to making himself vulnerable like this, but he'd have to if he wanted to make things alright. They couldn't keep going like this forever.

"Oh, all the time." Remy's eyes crinkled at the corners as he thought about it. "Snuck out the house and into a Saints practice once with my cousins--had to get stitches after I got caught on the fence. My pops wasn't none too pleased with that. Used to sneak into the rival guild, too, jus' to see--" Here, Remy paused, a furrow forming between his brows. He'd said too much, started to give too much away. It was difficult, walking the fine line between wanting Rogue to know him and the fear of letting himself be known. "Eh, yeah. Livin' with thieves, they teach you all the tricks. I jus' learned to work round 'em."

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Remy only shook his head at this, offering up one of his usual lopsided grins—if a tired one—and an easygoing wave of his hand. Not the first time he hadn't gotten a full night's sleep, and knowing him, it definitely wouldn't be the last. Tipping his head at the chaos and pausing to think, he added on in sign again. "I'll look." With that, he crouched to start putting papers into piles and straighten up chairs. Man, they really needed to find a better place to put their mission reports than the kitchen, but that was a problem for later.

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OPEN STARTER - CLINT

"Hey, have you seen my hearing aids?" Not able to hear the sound of his own voice, the archer didn't realize he was shouting in his frantic search of the apartment. Papers were strewn across the floor while couch cushions were everywhere but on the couch, a few chairs knocked over in good measure. Though he had heard none of the racket he had made in the process, his world blanketed in an eerie silence. "Tony is going to kill me if I lost another set..."

At first, Remy thought something must be in their apartment. Returning at the crack of dawn from another mission, he'd tumbled into bed, dead to the world for a while. Clint's shouting had woken him and, snatching his staff from where it leaned against the closet, he booked it into the living room: ready to defend their little home. At the sight of his boyfriend panicking, he was quick to set the staff aside. "'Ey, chou, hold on, you won't find nothin' like dat." Of course, that statement didn't do much good, not when Clint couldn't hear him. He lifted his hands, signing the few phrases he could remember. I'll help, don't freak out.

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"Oh, all the time." Remy's eyes crinkled at the corners as he thought about it. "Snuck out the house and into a Saints practice once with my cousins--had to get stitches after I got caught on the fence. My pops wasn't none too pleased with that. Used to sneak into the rival guild, too, jus' to see--" Here, Remy paused, a furrow forming between his brows. He'd said too much, started to give too much away. It was difficult, walking the fine line between wanting Rogue to know him and the fear of letting himself be known. "Eh, yeah. Livin' with thieves, they teach you all the tricks. I jus' learned to work round 'em."

Lifting his hands in a placating gesture, he raised his brows, grin crooked as ever. "Alright, alright, I'm leadin'." Remy didn't hesitate, setting off through the trees to the facility. Truth be told, he was faintly sick of facilities and mutant-hunting robots. But oh well, duty calls as they say. Shame it had to only be scouting. He'd been itching for something to happen. "What all would you duck out for anyhow?" He was no stranger to sneaking out, not with his childhood, but Rogue had never volunteered up a story like that. On some level, he appreciated it. Anything to distract from the underlying fact that they weren't talking about the emotional chasm between them.

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Lifting his hands in a placating gesture, he raised his brows, grin crooked as ever. "Alright, alright, I'm leadin'." Remy didn't hesitate, setting off through the trees to the facility. Truth be told, he was faintly sick of facilities and mutant-hunting robots. But oh well, duty calls as they say. Shame it had to only be scouting. He'd been itching for something to happen. "What all would you duck out for anyhow?" He was no stranger to sneaking out, not with his childhood, but Rogue had never volunteered up a story like that. On some level, he appreciated it. Anything to distract from the underlying fact that they weren't talking about the emotional chasm between them.

"Long as you don't mind sneakin' round, I can't say I mind havin' you with me, chère." Remy flashed a grin over his shoulder as he made one last check to ensure he had everything. Lockpicks, back up lockpick, cards, an extra deck of cards, his bo staff, miscellaneous odds and ends...That was everything. Reaching up, he nudged a button on the control panel with the side of his fist, the Blackbird's doors sliding open. He gestured for Rogue to exit first with the faintest tilt of his head. Ever the gentleman, even with the tension that'd been brewing between them. "'Sides, this one's good practice, as far as gettin' used to sneakin' goes."

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"Yeah. There's a little hole in the wall, called Broussard's. Sound alright by you?" Lifting Anna's hand, he pressed a barely-there kiss to the back of it, giving a gentle squeeze before letting go. The car's blinker clicked in time with the radio as he turned off of Basin Street into the beginnings of the Quarter. Remy didn't even blink when someone cut him off in traffic, merging easily and turning into a parking garage. You could take Remy out of New Orleans, but he hadn't forgotten a thing, it seemed.

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"If we're gon' start the morning off with beignets, we gotta make an important decision." Remy was already smiling when he glanced at Anna, settled comfortably in the passenger seat of the rental car. Peering out of the driveway, he shifted the car into drive, pulling out onto the live oak lined avenue outside the house. The idle drumming of his fingers on the steering wheel matched the beat of the R&B song currently playing on the radio. He'd seemed pleased when she'd brought up the idea of taking a vacation in New Orleans, but it was clear being back home was doing him some good. "There's Café du Monde, if you really wanna play tourist. Or I know a few good little shops elsewhere in the Quarter."

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OPEN STARTER - CLINT

"Hey, have you seen my hearing aids?" Not able to hear the sound of his own voice, the archer didn't realize he was shouting in his frantic search of the apartment. Papers were strewn across the floor while couch cushions were everywhere but on the couch, a few chairs knocked over in good measure. Though he had heard none of the racket he had made in the process, his world blanketed in an eerie silence. "Tony is going to kill me if I lost another set..."

At first, Remy thought something must be in their apartment. Returning at the crack of dawn from another mission, he'd tumbled into bed, dead to the world for a while. Clint's shouting had woken him and, snatching his staff from where it leaned against the closet, he booked it into the living room: ready to defend their little home. At the sight of his boyfriend panicking, he was quick to set the staff aside. "'Ey, chou, hold on, you won't find nothin' like dat." Of course, that statement didn't do much good, not when Clint couldn't hear him. He lifted his hands, signing the few phrases he could remember. I'll help, don't freak out.

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"Long as you don't mind sneakin' round, I can't say I mind havin' you with me, chère." Remy flashed a grin over his shoulder as he made one last check to ensure he had everything. Lockpicks, back up lockpick, cards, an extra deck of cards, his bo staff, miscellaneous odds and ends...That was everything. Reaching up, he nudged a button on the control panel with the side of his fist, the Blackbird's doors sliding open. He gestured for Rogue to exit first with the faintest tilt of his head. Ever the gentleman, even with the tension that'd been brewing between them. "'Sides, this one's good practice, as far as gettin' used to sneakin' goes."

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"Ah don't get why Ah keep gettin' put on these jobs with you that are all sneakin'," Rogue complained as she prepared to depart the Blackbird with her partner in this endeavor, Gambit.

After making sure the plane was properly hidden, they were supposed to head to a nearby facility that was rumored to be working on a new mutant-hunting robot. People never learned. Their goal was to gather as much intel as they could and report back to the mansion with no one inside catching on to them having been there.

To her, it made perfect sense why Remy was here. This was his thing, after all. Her thing was less stealth and more flying in and punching the bad guys real hard. She wasn't incompetent at other means of doing the whole hero thing, but given that there were at least two people they knew who were trained by ninjas... she wouldn't have been her own first pick to do this.

There was a part of her that felt like the reason could be that someone in charge thought sending them together would create some sort of fix for the tension that existed between them. If that were the case, she really needed to have a talk with their team leaders about meddling in people's personal affairs....

"Can't imagine it's too easy for you having me taggin' along either."

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𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓖𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓼

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Holding hands · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoelaces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photo booth · sharing a taxi / Uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team /other · introducing them to their parents [but pointedly not doing so is an act of love in and of itself]· lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their flat · making space in drawer a whole ass extra piece of furniture for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving [but is it romantic or controlling?] · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubblebaths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · granting them the last bite (from meal)

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The faintest furrow formed between Remy's brows. If he had it his way, Anna would never have cause to be upset. But this was real life, and they had to play the cards they were dealt. "You'll get it figured out one day. You always do, ma bien-aimée." Still focused on the road, he took one hand off the wheel to offer it to her, palm up.

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"If we're gon' start the morning off with beignets, we gotta make an important decision." Remy was already smiling when he glanced at Anna, settled comfortably in the passenger seat of the rental car. Peering out of the driveway, he shifted the car into drive, pulling out onto the live oak lined avenue outside the house. The idle drumming of his fingers on the steering wheel matched the beat of the R&B song currently playing on the radio. He'd seemed pleased when she'd brought up the idea of taking a vacation in New Orleans, but it was clear being back home was doing him some good. "There's Café du Monde, if you really wanna play tourist. Or I know a few good little shops elsewhere in the Quarter."