𝖎𝖑 𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖚𝖓 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ.

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his awkward lil wave

[obiwan-kirk]

[remylebeaugambit]

Marvel Rivals Infinity Comics #35

[fromtheashesagain]

@dxrkeyes liked your prompt :: “a telepath accidentally catches a thought they were never supposed to hear.”

jean had purposefully made it a habit to not intrude in other minds. no matter how noisy the space may be around her. she would describe it as something like white noise - buzzing buzzing in the air but nothing entirely clear unless she truly listened in. though, she was not consciously listening, her mind brushed against his, anyways.

it was a fleeting moment, but it was enough to catch her attention, and even more, it was absolutely not something she was supposed to hear. light gaze could not help, but drift over to the gamblin’ man himself. she was only standing a few paces away from him, a glass in her hand as they were in the middle of some larger gathering arranged by one of their peers. he seemed unbothered, but part of her believed he might have felt something, a presence or figure in the back of his mind, and she felt uneasy wondering if he knew that what she heard.

when it seemed as if his gaze made its way in her direction, she gave a small lift of her glass in greeting, something she cursed herself for rather than pretending she didn’t see him at all.

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She grew up sweet, he thought to himself. An odd sense of pride muddied by a sinking in his gut overtook him while he watched Marrow mingling with the other attendees. She had gotten the hang of those bone growths of hers, but he could tell that masking them was beginning to wear on her.

Having her on the team now made things awkward for him, and the girl had no idea why. Part of him hoped she never found out why. If he was lucky he'd be taking their first true meeting to the grave.

She was too young to remember. Maybe? She didn't have any adverse reaction to him when they were reunited. Maybe the tears in her eyes clouded her vision so heavily that night that she didn't even have the chance to commit his face to memory. But he always remembered hers; even as she had grown up, aside from the obvious mutation, the sandy rose locks were a dead giveaway.

She'll live. Je te jure, madame. On my word she'll live. And live she did...

He remembered that being the last words Marrow's—Sarah's—mother would hear before her death. A death from an event he had put in motion. His own blood stained in the clothes and skin of the poor orphan girl he had left in the care of some officers before fleeing himself. It seemed the powers that be weren't finished being cruel to him yet; he would have gladly accepted the embrace of death that night, bleeding out miserably on that trash barge like he felt he was intended to.

The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stand on end and his lip twists in slight discomfort. The familiar sting he'd typically experience when someone was trying to—

Remy's gaze moves off of Marrow and on to Jean. She acknowledges him. A simple harmless gesture and he feels his heart drop into his shoes—yet he smiles back at her. Did she..?

Oh dieu.

"Ah, s'cuse me..." He stands from his seat, excusing himself from the table occupied by some of the other guests. Before anyone could ask why he looked like he had seen a ghost, he had retreated to the back exit door of the hall for air.

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normally, hal didn't bother coming out to little joints like this [ ... ] he preferred to drink from home. but he hadn't gotten out of the house for fun recently, only to leave the planet once more and save the world from whatever chaos ensued.

but this charming, ruggedly handsome man was chatting with him, and making small talk at the bar counter beside him. the other man's hand reached out, grazing his fingers along hal's knuckles, and for a moment, he was so captivated by the cajun, he didn't see the harm in his question. but then, the comment about his ring became an instant red flag to him ⸻ only because he'd had his ring removed from his hand in the past, and he knew what to look out for.

❛ sure, i'll tell you a bit about it. ❜ the green lantern replied with a sad grin, taking a sip of his smooth glass of honey whiskey. thankfully, he wasn't as susceptible to this ring being stolen off of him [ ... ] considering this new ring wasn't like the others he'd worn. he'd forged this entirely himself, with his own raw willpower. ❛ my dad gave it to me, when i was a kid. last thing he gave me on the afternoon i watched him die. ❜ sad as the tale was, it was a lie ⸻ the last thing he'd been given was the worn brown leather jacket shrugged over his shoulders, bearing the JORDAN name patch. it was arguably his most prized possession, save for the ring. ❛ just a class ring from when he was in high school, small hometown. nothing too special, but it means everything to me. ❜ he brushed his thumb across his ring, admiring it for a moment. ❛ what about you, handsome? you have anything sentimental like that with a story? ❜ his brown eyes flitted over, meeting his gaze as he flirted back.

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As Hal shared the deep but false story behind his ring, the usual smirk the thief sported fizzled. It could have easily been written off as an appropriate reaction to the tale, but in reality he was a bit miffed at the lie. He hadn't had his eye on him for some class ring, he was here because that very piece of jewelry had some top paying customers who'd love to get their hands on it. It held great power, otherwise he wouldn't have batted an eye at the thing.

"Sorry ta hear dat," Remy brings his own glass to his lips, playing along, "don' need ta be not'in fancy t'be valuable."

Damn, did he need to charge triple for this one?

When asked if he too had a sentimental item, he laughs short through his nose, setting his glass back down.

"Since we bleedin' hearts tonight..." Remy pulled one of his many decks of cards from his coat pocket, tapping it against the wood. There was nothing to them, just the typical cheap set one would find at any dollar or game store. Of course, unbeknownst to everyone else, Remy didn't have the heart to turn a pretty thing into an explosive. Cheap was ideal.

"A deck a' cards was de one t'ing 'tween me an' becomin' a child soldier." A truth, which was surprising coming from him. Just not the whole truth.

He turns the conversation back on to Hal, not wanting to share much about himself to a mark, "You an' ye pops were close, I take it?"

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@datanexus dealt her hand ♠️

Remy quietly sips on the iced lemonade, watching bank customers come and go from the vantage point of his bench. He's far enough from the building that it's impossible to tell whether he's spying the doors or simply minding his business under the shade of the sprawling tree above him.

He had moved a few times, chatting up a street vendor, pretending to be on the phone, all to confirm one thing he had noticed in the corner of his eye.

He was being followed.

She does eventually roll up close enough to be in earshot. The thief finishes what's left in the plastic cup and stands to dispose of it in the nearest bin. Boldly, he approaches her himself, hands in his pockets and red eyes fixated on her behind the shroud of his sunglasses.

"S'rude ta stare y'know."

[bewitchedmuses]

Logan wouldn't have called Death a parasite, more like a split personality but even that wasn't correct as Death had his own individual consciousness and individual thoughts and feelings. Thinking deeper on it it was like Remy's soul was split in two yet still connected.

His proposal was accepted easy enough, barely a second's hesitation. It would be easy enough to sniff out the lower crime part of this town and let Death go ham, drench his own claws in blood and let out some of his own rage. Then the question arose on his part. "Allow me to share my affection with you, see if I can try and convince you my love aint entirely useless. At the very least we can have some fun and a good fuck, I know you want that with the way you were kissing me last time." Logan said with a grin and a wink.

The older mutant then turned towards the railing and held onto it as he looked out to the city and inhaled it deeply. Picking up the scent of guns, drugs and cash. A gang's drug den would be the perfect target, a few murders to help clean up the city. "Lets go paint the town red~" He said and without another word vaulted over the railing.

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"T'es tenace. Still so adamant with your affection..." Death couldn't understand why, even with Logan having explained it to him already. He didn't see an advantage in following through with it, not with him.

Logan's true jest goes over Death's head. He rises a brow instead, devoid of humour, thinking he was quite direct in his delivery their last encounter, "Was I not clear?"

He watches as the older mutant takes in the scent from the air, locating their supposed targets for the night. He silently follows behind him, making use of the muscle memory courtesy of Remy's acrobatic skills. Balcony to lower balcony made for a smoother drop than a straight shot down.

Death moved through the alleys like a shadow, the slaying temptation strong in his veins at the mere sight of the humans among them. He kept to his word though, allowing Logan to lead him to a surprisingly unassuming part of the city. Hiding in plain sight from the looks of it, the indication of a seasoned operation.

"Do I bother waiting for you?" Death inquires, eyes darting up to an open window. He could easily poison everyone inside and be done with it, why wait for Logan to pop his claws?

"I won't pick and choose. If you insist these people can be culled, that means everyone inside, bystander or otherwise."

[astonishingx]

Storm and Gambit by Chris Bachalo and Tim Townsend

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// wow my Lucifer post is a hit

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Gambit by Harvey Tolibao

[voyagers-stone]

sometimes a nuclear family consists of your mom whos scared to touch you, your dad whos becoming a cannibal, you and your 3 weird traumatized siblings, your robot dog, your religious blue uncle, your aunt who used to be a vampire, and your dog-like uncle whos giving you sips of beer while your mom isnt watching. and thats valid too ❤️

[wrensage]

Been playing so much rivals lately I'm trying to juggle all my interests at once gyuygkgh BUT THEY'RE RELEASING A DEATHBIT SKIN

give me more of him with the long hair PLEASE I can't wait for the rest of X-Men 97 S2

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THE JOY OF HIS OWN CAT

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@soverina doubled down 🂡 — !

“ hi… i brought some toys for your cats… ” she stands there with rosy cheeks, dangling a bag filled with all sorts of feline toys in one hand — the other, awkwardly tucking a stand of hair behind her ear. “ …can i come in and play with them…? ”

"Uh," okay, this was unexpected, "house call, doc?"

She reveals her reason for showing up at his door, a bag of cat toys and a look of promise in oceanic eyes. He remembered mentioning his cats in passing, and how enamoured she had been with them.

"Oui? Don' see why not..." Remy steps aside, allowing the woman into the apartment.

"Dey're shy, so don' be offended if dey don' come up t'ya right away," he shares, noticing Oliver in particular, who was peeking from under the table.

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"Oh no you big baby, whatever will you do on cold nights?" Logan teased and squeezed his partner gently and kissed his head. He would be welcoming the cool nights. This southern humidity was horrid to deal with, this trip will be a break from many things for him.

He smiled when Remy said he's stay close to shore so they could enjoy the lake together. "We could fish too, I'll clean them and you can cook hem up. Make us a fine dinner." Then listening to his partner talk about how he didn't believe the stories but the other children would tease him about his eyes made Logan pout.

Reaching up he caressed Remy's face and rubbed his cheek with his thumb. "Your eyes are beautiful and I love staring into them. I like how they glow a more fuchsia pink when you get real happy, its so cute." Logan said and leaned close to rub noses with his part affectionately.

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"Peu importe, still yo' baby, Wolvie," Remy snickers, "reckon I got you t'keep me warm."

Oh, fishing and cooking a fresh catch sounded heavenly, "Yah, soon as I remembe'a where I stashed ma fishin' rod."

He already had it all planned out in his head about bringing in supplies to make foil packets, bring along some corn and the fixings to go along with it too. While he loved the convenience of a stove, cooking on an open fire brought out a kind of flavour one only could au naturel.

Logan brought him comfort with the compliment and caress, though Remy laughs all flustered and annoyed at himself. His eyes did act as an emotional barometer of sorts, the opposite was also true, they'd dim when he was ill or down.

"Cute? Aye-yiiii." Rose paints across his face, rosier still when Logan nuzzles him, though he smiles at it.

"S'involuntary, ça! Guess dey always dat way wit'chu, non? You make me happy," he punctuates with a kiss, "hope I can keep you happy, too."