-Oh Lazarus, how did your debts get paid-

'Hasn't been your night, eh, chere?' Remy LeBeau/Gambit Established Feb. 8th, 2018 Affiliated with Isola Radiale housing: Miriam's house

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キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do whenvery excited?

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キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do when very excited?

       Well!! It’s hard to say! I don’t think I’ve quite thought of that! Remy in general, I have always imagined to have a problem fidgeting, he’s full of energy, literally! He can be used as a battery! So, he probably bounces and fidgets a bit too much-- of course this was more of a habit when he was younger, as he’s aged he’s caught a bit of control on it, but it still squeezes out sometimes when very excited!

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⊂二二二（　＾ω＾）二⊃, （・Ａ・）, ヽ(´▽`)/, ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ .

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⊂二二二（　＾ω＾）二⊃ : Does your muse like to cuddle?

      Oh yes! He’s a very physically affectionate person-- well, affectionate in general is more fitting for him but! He does indeed like to cuddle, a lot!!

（・Ａ・） : What does your muse consider to be bad?

       It’s hard to say what Remy considers bad, since he himself tip toe’s the line of good and bad sometimes. While he is a hero, he is also a criminal, though he hasn’t been very active in any illegal activities lately. With him, bad is when something is done with purely bad intentions. It’s a very difficult line to draw, because a lot of bad things are done with good intentions, but depending on the person and the situation, that’s how he would consider something bad.

ヽ(´▽`)/ : What does your muse look like when happy?

      Like an idiot. Lmao. He pretty much just looks calm, a lazy smile on his face. It’s just a general look he’s got, he tries to be happy in most situations!

ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ : Is your muse violent when angry?

      Yes and no. He’s mature enough to know when he’s angry, it doesn’t always mean he should act violently. But he Has been shown to act out in his anger, depending on what set him off. Such as Mr. Sinister appearing, that can easily set him off. Or ANYTHING with sabretooth. He’s quick to anger and react viciously with them. But other than that, he keeps his cool as best as he can. He’ll just go blow up something harmless later!

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by Nick Robles, colors by Mat Lopes

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things that you want to hear.

change pronouns as needed for things you DON’T WANT to hear, click here!!

❝ you’re good enough. ❞

❝ you’re important. ❞

❝ everything’s gonna be okay. ❞

❝ she pulled through. ❞

❝ i forgive you. ❞

❝ i love you. ❞

❝ you’re not alone. ❞

❝ you’re my favorite person in the world. ❞

❝ i’m so glad you’re doing better. ❞

❝ it’s so nice to hear you laugh again. ❞ 

❝ your laugh is contagious! ❞

❝ you can do this on your own. i believe in you. ❞

❝ you know what i love about you? ❞

❝ i love spending time with you. ❞

❝ i’m here for you. ❞

❝ you’re right. ❞ 

❝ i can’t stop thinking about you. ❞

❝ you look amazing. ❞

❝ we’re in this together. ❞

❝ you’ve got this! ❞

❝ i missed you. ❞

❝ i did the dishes! ❞

❝ last night was incredible. ❞

❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞

❝ i don’t understand, but i want to try. ❞

❝ how can i help? ❞

❝ breakfast in bed? ❞

❝ dinner was great. ❞

❝ let me make dinner tonight? ❞

❝ lets go to the park. ❞

❝ thank you. really. ❞

❝ you’re wanted. ❞

❝ i got you a coffee. ❞

❝ can i ask your opinion on something? ❞

❝ there’s my beautiful bride! ❞

❝ i’m the luckiest man alive. ❞

❝ so, i made plans for us. ❞

❝ don’t worry, i’ll take care of it! ❞

❝ go do something for yourself. ❞

❝ i took a day off work tomorrow. ❞

❝ go hang out with the girls tonight. ❞

❝ what do you need from me? ❞

❝ tell me about your day. ❞

❝ i trust you. ❞

❝ i feel like i can tell you anything. ❞

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@nicholas-rush​

      In these strange days, Remy found that he had more time on his hands than ever before. And honestly, it was kind of boring. He was itching for a thrill, but that was for another day and another time. Sure, Golden was always bustling with people and full of them he could possible have a little fun and take from but... Well, he didn’t see the point of stealing from anyone if they weren’t shown to be an objectively bad person. So, instead he just wandered the main street, taking a moment to contemplate some street food--- sometimes it reminded him of a dear friend, before shaking the thought off, continuing with his go. Maybe he should find some place for coffee. Or a drink. Was it too early for bourbon? Or maybe some place to make a bet or two.

      The mutant steps to the side, away from the people for a moment and lighting a cigarette before coming to a pause, the sound of a guitar hitting his ears. Now that was nice-- he enjoyed music. His attention moves to the sound, someone playing on the side of the street, letting himself listen for a moment. It almost reminded him of home for a moment, the feeling he was getting.

     “Nice. You pretty good wit’ that.”

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rcsputinaa‌:

illyana was of the opinion that apologies mattered little without actions to back them up. actions were more important, they proved you were truly making amends and were someone different. simply saying an apology often meant nothing. but in this case - “i am sorry.” she hadn’t been there - most likely she’d either been a child or already succumbed to the legacy virus - and thus there was nothing she could have done, but she meant it all the same.

she tore her eyes away from the image of the past remy falling to his knees, instead glancing out of the corner of her eyes at the present remy. her lips quirked up at his blunt statement, though there was nothing funny about their conversation. it was refreshing having someone be so blunt about it, instead of trying to dance around the topic or insist no evil had been done. piotr had that problem, even now, unwilling to acknowledge the worst parts of her.

“well, i did die once.” even she could recognize that as a terrible joke, out of place in a conversation so heavy, but his optimism left her shifting in discomfort, arms crossed over her chest. she wasn’t sure she could believe what he was saying. not for herself in any case, for remy yes. “our reasons were similar. summoning the gods was the only way to retrieve my soul and i would rather be dead than live without it.”

“from where i am standing, you have already changed. i do not know you well, but i have never had reason to doubt your intentions.” which was one of the nicest things magik had said in a while.

illyana’s eyes narrowed as something shifted, the scene before them freezing. snowflakes held suspended in the air before the world around them bled away into nothingness.

it only remained like that for a few moments before they returned to a snowy landscape, though different from the last. it wasn’t snowing, the air still but the ground covered in layers of it. there was nothing as far as the eye could see in any direction, except for a tree. a great oak, that towered far into the sky, and next to it, her hand pressed against its trunk, a teenager.

every muscle tensed, instincts screaming to flee or fight except that there was nowhere to go and no one to fight. this had already happened.

“limbo.”

      “No sorry’s needed, but they appreciated.” The older nods in turn, watching everything before him for a moment longer before he turns his attention away. He can’t bare to watch any more of this. It almost felt pathetic to him, to have gotten caught in a situation like this so long ago. But the past was the past. He can’t change anything. It was... An experience for someone else to view it, though. Such a vivid memory, outside looking in like this. Someone who didn’t know anything of it.

      Remy takes a moment, opening his mouth to respond only to pause and draw back for a moment. Ah. Well. She did die. Was she trying to make a joke? It was almost reminiscent of Laura making her jokes on those rare occasions-- he can’t help but feel his mouth quirk up slightly at that, “Well, y’know. Think the X Men die ‘bout every other day, so. You jus’ fit in there fine then.” Maybe it wasn’t the best time for humor, but Remy didn’t like keeping serious if he could help it.

      “We live a life of fightin’ for survival.” His tone switches, of course finding it was necessary with what she was saying, “You gotta do what you gotta do. A soul’s pretty important after all.” And a pause, he gives her a better smile this time, “Appreciate that, though.” It was nice to know someone from back home, who didn’t know him as well as others, didn’t doubt him. It was understandable why they did if they did, but... It was nice that he didn’t seem as terrible to everyone as he thought.

       The shift in the scene was a surprise to him, though it was appreciated for a moment to take a turn from a scene so familiar to him, but the change did spark some curiosity with him. He hadn’t been expecting that, especially to go to such a different place, a place he didn’t know. This place certainly could do a thing or two to the mind.

      He stares at what’s in front of him, taking it all in, the girl, a younger girl than his current companion--- it was like just moments ago in his own memories, he was certain. “Limbo, huh?” The older shares a curious glance to Illyana, “Never thought it’d look quite like this.” So... Empty.

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@antheiin​

      It was nice, getting accustomed to living in a place that felt a little more private than an apartment with three other people. He couldn’t say it was anything other than a good choice for, well. Them both for him to move into her home. A nice change of pace, and well, he was already here enough as is, right? Remy leans over, propping himself up on the arm of the couch, looking over at what Miriam had her attention focused on.

      “What’cha doin’?”

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Loving the Brothers Bright lyric ;D

      Thank you! Ever since I heard Blood on my Name YEARS ago, it’s been my go to ‘theme’ type song for Gambit. It’s just beyond fitting in terms of everything that’s brought him up to this point and the things he’s done in his past!

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Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse!

(`･ω･´) : What does your muse completely gush over?

＿|￣|○ : What situation would your muse give up in?

(｀-´)> : Who does your muse honor the most?

(´；ω；`): What brings your muse into a state of

depression?

ヽ(´ー｀)ﾉ : What calms your muse down?

ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ : What irritates your muse the most?

(＃ﾟДﾟ) : What does your muse do if they're angry?

（ ´Д｀） : Is your muse loud in bed?

（　ﾟДﾟ） : What does your muse do when surprised?

┐('～`；)┌ : When your muse can't answer something, what

do they do?

（´∀｀） : What could your muse care less about?

（　´_ゝ`） : Who or what is your muse most indifferent

about?

Σ(゜д゜;) : Is your muse easily scared?

( ﾟヮﾟ) : When is your muse happiest?

キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do when

very excited?

⊂二二二（　＾ω＾）二⊃ : Does your muse like to cuddle?

(　´Д｀)ﾉ(´･ω･`)　ﾅﾃﾞﾅﾃﾞ: Does your muse pat others on the

head? If not, do they get pat on their head?

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ))): What is your muse terrified of?

Σ(ﾟДﾟ): What would your muse be most shocked to obtain?

( ﾟдﾟ): What amazes your muse?

(´ー`)y-~~ : Does your muse do any drugs? Smoke?

（ ^_^）o自自o（^_^ ） : How often does your muse drink?

ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇｀)人(`Д´)ノ: How friendly is your muse around new people?

('A`) : What does your muse do when they're alone?

（´-`）.｡oO( ... ) : What does your muse think about a lot?

(ﾟДﾟ;≡;ﾟДﾟ): Is your muse impatient?

( ´д)ﾋｿ(´Д｀)ﾋｿ(Д｀ ): Does your muse enjoy gossiping?

（･∀･)つ⑩ : Does your muse enjoy saving or spending money? Or are they indifferent?

(ﾟдﾟ): When your muse didn't expect something, what do they do?

(ﾟ⊿ﾟ) : Is your muse in denial a lot?

（・∀・） : Does your muse like to tease people?

（・Ａ・） : What does your muse consider to be bad?

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) : If your muse was a drug, what kind would they be?

（ つ Д ｀） : When your muse is sad, what do they do?

♪┏(・o･)┛♪ : Can your muse dance well?

d(*⌒▽⌒*)b : What makes your muse the happiest they could ever be?

(╬ ಠ益ಠ): What infuriates your muse to the point they may kill whatever it is?

(≧ロ≦): Is your muse a screamer in bed?

(ΘεΘ;): How much of a tsundere is your muse?

（‐＾▽＾‐）: What does your muse's laugh sound like?

┌(；`～,)┐ : What discombobulates your muse?

ε=ε=ε=┌(;*´Д`)ﾉ : How does your muse run?

ヽ(´▽`)/ : What does your muse look like when happy?

ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ : Is your muse violent when angry?

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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Gambit

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      I’m a dumb bitch who loses her threads too easily SO I need some new things that aren’t old events bc old events are all i can find!! SO HERE’S A STARTER CALL FOR THE MUTANT HERO-THIEF capping at three cause I’m bad at starters!! Marvel castmates exempt, ofc! 

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@kineticcardtricks

Certain parts of the wards never seemed to sleep. Nightcrawler sat perched at the edge of a rooftop, golden eyes watching the citizens move about below. He’d been restless since he got here. Settling in was becoming difficult and when nights got hard to sleep, he’d settle for people watching. If trouble stirred, he’d be ready.

Movement from behind caught his attention, Kurt spun around, tail whipping out behind him as he entered a defensive stance. His night vision honed in on the intruder only to find a very familiar face. “Remy! Mein freund! I am happy to see you again.”

Tension released from his body, his stance becoming more relaxed as he moved to draw the other x-man into a hug. “I trust you’ve been keeping out of trouble, ja?”

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      “Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes!” Really, he was. It truly was a long time at this point that Remy had been stuck here, he had seen people come and go, but there was a distinct lack of people from his home. Not that he wished for them to be pulled here-- more so, he wished to go back. Somewhat. He has made himself rather comfortable while he was here, at least, but... It was heartwarming to have the company of old friends

       “Only as much as I can-- I can’t stay outta trouble too long, y’know?” A joke, or maybe it wasn’t quite a joke actually, but, either way, he accepts the other mutants embrace with his own, “You wouldn’ believe how good it is t’see you again!” From what Remy could put together, time wasn’t the same here. No one seemed to know he was missing from what he gathered from Laura, but for him it had been a while.

       “You couldn’ have been here long. When you show up? I’d be mighty hurt if you been here for a while an’ never told me!”

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rcsputinaa‌:

magik looked at gambit from the corner of her eye, eyebrows furrowed in concern. nearly any other mutant would be a better option than her to see this, to try comforting gambit. she wasn’t a comforting person, not with people she didn’t know. if this were kitty or piotr or any of the new mutants she could pull them into a side hug and give weird, slightly concerning advice but she didn’t know gambit. her skin was crawling.

and of course it didn’t help that this felt familiar, and not just because she had spent weeks in a snowstorm herself. it reminded her of piotr walking away from her, voice filled with hatred and disgust because she had destroyed everything.

huh, maybe you and gambit do have something in common.

illyana bit the inside of her cheek as rogue threw the card in the snow and the x-men flew away, crossing her arms across her chest. “did piotr know? storm?” even with piotr abandoning her, it didn’t fit into her view of him that he would’ve been okay with this. he hadn’t tried to kill her even after everything she’d done - after manipulating him like he was nothing but a chess piece to her.

she didn’t turn to look at gambit as he spoke, but did lean a bit closer to him so he knew she was paying attention. it was her experience that things were easier to talk about when people weren’t staring at you, it felt less invasive that way, less judgmental.

she quickly mulled over the information. being angry at him would be understandable - she’d hated scarlet witch for a long time for what she’d done to mutantkind and even now was only cordial with her because of dr. strange - but that would be hypocritical. magik wasn’t a saint either.

“if you should’ve died, then i too should be dead.” she finally turned to face gambit, though her eyes continued to dart around the place, unable to look him in the eye. “i put the entire universe at risk - you saw the gods come through limbo. if i failed, i was ready to simply go back in time and try again until i succeeded. i cared little for what happened to anyone else. but cyclops didn’t leave me to die, he only imprisoned me. and when i was allowed out i continued to manipulate everyone around me for my own gain and joined his revolution.” 

and it had taken years for magik to truly understand what she’d done, to feel ashamed for it. which was why she couldn’t look gambit in the eye, because she did feel ashamed. she’d nearly destroyed the universe for her own selfish reasons. the worst part was that she’d do it all over again exactly the same if she had to. she could live with the guilt, she couldn’t live without a soul.

“if your crime was worthy of death, then so was mine.”

       It was fine she wasn’t one for comfort--- truth be told, he didn’t want it. It was... An uncomfortable thing to watch his memories from so many years ago like this, but it was just that. It was so many years ago. Maybe if he was a younger man once more, he’d want some form of comfort--- or maybe not. He was one to reject it from everyone but certain people way back when, of course. He was a private man. But these days, while still a private person, he looked on these events in a different light than he used to. It was, really, the only way he could feel okay with this. Even though, the whole reason it started was because he couldn’t control his mutation.

      “No. Neither of them were there.” He turns his attention away from the scene in front of them, he didn’t need to see his former self crumple down as if in pain in the snow. Remy didn’t need that reminder, the way the cold bit at him. “Not everyone was there, but...” Enough. Enough of them were, and of course, he was certain what the general consensus was, since no one bothered to look for him either, “Everyone knew after that.”

      It was not a secret anymore, but it wasn’t something he ever brought up casually. It was a secret which brought the X Men to believe Remy truly was a villain, tricking them all. He never wanted that. He wasn’t a villain, but he’d never call himself a hero, either, unless he was joking at his own expense. Though-- her words catch his attention. Red eyes slowly look to her form for a moment when she spoke before turning away, thinking over what she said.

      “Maybe we should have.” He wasn’t going to turn the situation or what they spoke of light, but, “--But we didn’t. An’ there’s gotta be a reason for it.” Yes, he had been witness to some of the things Illyana had done, but to judge her would have been wrong--- he may not know the most about her but. She was a girl who struggled. Struggled to figure life out. At least, that was what he could assume. “We live an’ we learn. So yeah--- maybe they were crimes worthy of death. But we didn’ die.” Sure, he was left to die, but again, he didn’t. Though, his survival was only because of well... That energy being finding and using his body. But that was another story.

      “We did bad things for selfish reasons.” His words were soft, quiet, but he meant them, “I seeked out Sinister for selfish reasons. I had to, it was life or death. I’m sure you had your own reasons, too. But everyone is capable of change, I’d say.” Well--- most everyone. People with true good intentions. People like Sabertooth would never change. “Important part is, we been given a second chance.”

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uncagedclaws‌:

{ ✤ } » — To say that their time spent together had helped her was an understatement. When Gambit found her lost, alone and covered in blood that wasn’t enough of her own, she had no purpose and no reason to live. She was nothing more than what she was created to be, a soulless killing machine. If Paris had been anything to go by, Laura doesn’t even want to imagine what might have become of her had he not taken her under his wing when he did. Because though she might not have been able to voice her appreciation to him back then, and perhaps even now, it didn’t change the fact that she had always been grateful for everything.

                 For the longest time, it felt that he was the only one who believed she was capable of anything more than violence and bloodshed.

                 “I did not have many pleasant memories before that time. Even during that time, there were many…unpleasant happenings. But, I still would not want to forget them,” she says. Her eyes stare at the ground, arms wrapped around her torso to hug herself. “I had forgotten how it felt…to have someone care about what happened to you. I did not think it mattered to anyone if I was dead or alive. And I think…it is because of you that I am still here now.”

                 She’d had a great deal of time to reflect on things and herself during their journey together, and even during their time apart. Things that made her realize that merely because she was conditioned to be one thing didn’t mean that was all she could be, and that despite everything, she no longer resented her existence. Things that she never would have learned about herself had she been left to aimlessly wander down her twisted path alone. What’s more, she is appreciative of Gambit’s lack of tact with dodging a subject. Laura’s expression softens for the moment.

                  “You are still a terrible liar.”

                  His hand on her shoulder draws her attention back to him, and though it’s clear his intentions are good and his sentiments are sincere, there is a very major detail that he’s missing. And how could he not, when she had never taken the time to explain for a plethora of reasons. She but shakes her head before taking a breath.

                  “That is not quite what I mean,” Laura begins. “When I was raised in the Facility, nobody was allowed to show me kindness. To them, I was not human and I was not to be treated as such. X-23 was a weapon. My martial arts trainer, my sensei, he was the first to make that mistake. He was stern with me, but never cruel. I remember he would call me child during our lessons and tell me when he was proud of what I had accomplished. He knew it was not allowed.” She takes a brief pause, know he was already familiar with the part that followed. “…That was the first time they had tested the trigger scent. To make an example out of what would happen to anyone who showed me a trace of humanity. Even my mother was not safe from it.”

                  Her mother, the late Sarah Kinney, though the biggest loss, and the clearest beginning of her downward spiral, remained the part she had the most difficulty talking about. It was too hard, knowing how close they were and how different things might have been.

                  “I have already seen too many people die because of me, because they cared about me and did not think of me as a weapon. So when you disappeared like that…” She was worried. Afraid, perhaps. “I do not want you to become one of them, Gambit. I do not want to lose you, too.”

                  When was the last time she had spoken this much? It’s anybody’s guess. But she can’t help to note that emotions are rather exhausting, times were that much simpler when she had greater difficulty understanding why she felt the way that she did. And it’s on that note that she’ll accept the attention shifting of her as the other takes his place on the hot seat. One that’s long overdue, no less. Her position shifts, hand resting against the seat of the bench on either side of her.

                  “Yes, it has been that long.” He’s nervous, that much is painstakingly obvious. Why…she can’t say. There’d never been issue with introducing her to others before. Laura raises an eyebrow. “Would the right place not have been her residence when you brought me there the first night?” If the question comes off harsh, it’s entirely unintentional. “But what I do not understand is why did this woman know who I was when I had never heard of her? I am not angry with you, I just…do not know what to think.”

      In their time together, Remy had of course begun to really know Laura. There was a kinship there with her that he felt with hardly anyone else. They were both on the outcast level for a majority of their time-- and she even moreso than him. She needed someone. And her words when she spoke this way only confirmed that. She just needed someone to care and be there for her. She wasn’t a monster, the people who treated her the way she had been were the monsters. Honestly, if left alone any longer like she had been, well... He didn’t have much faith that life would get kinder for her. He could only feel the world would continue to grow cold. Harsh. She needed help. That’s all he ever wanted to give her.

      “Our past is our history. Bad ‘er not, sometimes it’s... Good t’remember.” Just in the same way he still remembered the tragedy he had helped cause in the sewers. He couldn’t forget. He was certain their reasons for remembering were different, but... It’s just how it was. “I’m glad we found each other.” A soft smile crosses his face fondly, turning his attention up to the sky for a moment, as if in thought, “You deserve t’have someone care ‘bout you. I’m glad it’s me t’start it. We all care ‘bout you. Jus’ gotta give it some time.”

      The older can’t keep the soft expression for very long though, a frown slowly growing in place as she spoke. It was important to know what she was talking about but... The more he learned about how she was treated, the more he hurt for her. No one ever deserved to be treated the way she had been, Laura of all people did not. She was thrown into a cruel and terrible world with what she had to endure. Honestly-- he’s not sure how he hadn’t been told about this sooner. “Oh Laura...”

      “You never deserved any of that.” His tone was almost stern when he said that, but there was a hint of softness in how he spoke not intending to sound like he was upset with her, of course. “These people are terrible. Jus’ a girl, not a weapon. T’use people against you like that...” He mutters quietly, turning his attention back to her and keeping his hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze, “I’m sorry if I caused you any concern, petite. It wasn’ my intention. I promise I ain’t goin’ nowhere anytime soon. I made it this far, ain’t I? I’ll always be here for ya.”

      Of course, the mood shifts and he can feel it when he’s interrogating her in her own specific way, finally removing his hand from her shoulder and holding it up in defense of himself, “Well--- Yeah. I mean you got me there. It woulda been the best option.” A shrug, “I was jus’... Ya know. Thinkin’ about it a lil’ too hard I guess.” Okay, yeah. He probably deserved the way she was getting on him about this, and he can’t help but laugh a tad sheepishly, “I been here a lil’ too long, ‘fore you got here. I’ve mentioned you a few times t’her. An’ of course, I told her when ya got here... I guess I jus’ didn’ really know how t’bring her up to you, though. I ain’t had the best track record with people knowin’ my romances an’ all.”

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romanticized asks that say a lot (a sequel to the other ask post i made)

1. if you were to have Hanahaki disease, what flowers would you cough up?

2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up? 

3. if you were any historic trope, what would you be? (i.e., the knight, the town baker, the witch of the forest, etd.)

4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit.

5. what would you be a god/goddess of and what would people sacrifice to you?

6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.

7. scythe, battle axe, broad sword, spear or trident?

8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?

9. ancient scrolls or leather-bound books?

10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.

11. what type of flower (other than a rose) would you offer someone you were trying to court?

12. honey in milk or cinnamon in tea?

13. cabin in the woods, apartment in the city or mansion in the suburbs?

14. curtains of beads or lace?

15. vocal or instrumental music?

16. describe your ideal fantasy outfit

17. of all the fantasy races to ever exist, which one would you be?

18. hard candy, fruit preserves or spice cake?

19. show us an a picture of your ideal crown.

20. tying your hair up using ribbon, yay or nay?

21. an evening in the forest with elves, a night in the caves with vampires or a morning in the garden with fae?

22. tell us, in detail, about a curse a witch would put on you.

23. talking with sylphs or singing with nymphs?

24. mint, rosemary, basil or sage?

25. favorite childhood story? (doesn’t have to be a fairy tale)

26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)

27. would you rather have poison or healing ointment in your traveling pack?

28. tell us three sayings that you live by.

29. vials or mason jars?

30. describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).

31. splashing around in a river with mermaids or flying through the sky with harpies?

32. what would you end up in the dungeon for?

33. if you were a fairy, what color would your wings be?

34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?

35. what song would the bards sing about you when you passed by?

36. would you rather be a pirate or a king/queen?

37. would you spend more time in the field of flowers, the tavern, the docks or the marketplace?

38. would you have a painting of yourself?

39. what skill are you famous for?

40. if you could live any fairy tale, which one would you?

41. stained glass windows or fairy lights?

[hdmimemes]

fifty vine starter sentences for when it’s 3am

‘ NOT ON MY WATCH. ’ ‘ you thought it was over? … ha. ’ ‘ pepsi bottle? coca cola glass? i don’t give a damn. ’ ‘ aa … aaa …. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. ’ ‘ so you just gon’ bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift? ’ ‘ why are you running? why are you running? ’ ‘ just because my parents won’t let me get makeup, or piercings, doesn’t make me a fucking preppy. fuck preppies. ’ ‘ god first. skating second. hit me up on christian mingle. ’ ‘ welcome back to me screaming … AAAAAAAAAAA- ’ ‘ oh my gosh, is that corbin bleu from jump in? ’ ‘ it’s me, jessie, and ari, if he … if they test me they sorry. ’ ‘ okay guys … i’m about to say a curse word, you ready? … shut up! ’ ‘ on all levels except physical, i am a wolf. ’ ‘ i thought you were bae! … turns out you’re just fam… ’ ‘ i mean … you’re so tall, you must have a problem. ’ ‘ i sneezed, oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze? ’ ‘ sorry i’m on the toilet, hope the ice cream don’t melt! ’ ‘ oh my fuckin’ god, she fuckin’ dead. ’ ‘ I’M A BAD BITCH YOU CAN’T KILL ME! ’ ‘ we all die, you either kill yourself or get killed. ’ ‘ hey, my name is ____, i got a basketball game tomorrowwww, i’m a point guard. ’ ‘ i’m washing me and my clothes, bitch! i’m washing me and my clothes.. ’ ‘ MY DICK FELL OFF! ’ ‘ THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU. ’ ‘ so no head? ’ ‘ yogurt is just fruit sperm! and i’m not gay. ’ ‘ hi, welcome to chili’s. ’ ‘ that’s what good pussy sounds like. ’ ‘ stop saying i look like chicken little. he’s dumb, and he’s a coward. and i am NOT  a coward! ’ ‘ if your name is ____ and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand! ’ ‘ bitch! why you mad? ‘cause my pussy pops severely, and yours don’t?! ’ ‘ merry crisis. ’ ‘ i love you bitch. i ain’t gonna ever stop loving you …. bitch. ’ ‘ what up? i’m ____, i’m nineteen, and i never fuckin’ learned how to read. ’ ‘ this bitch empty! YEET! ’ ‘ and they were roommates ! ’ ‘ is that a weed?! i’m calling the police! ’ ‘ today my brother pushed me so i am starting a kickstarter to put him down. the benefits of killing him would be: i would get pushed way less. ’ ‘ it is wednesday my dudes …. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- ’ ‘ i won’t hesitate, bitch! ’ ‘ welcome to bible study, we’re all children of JESUS! ’ ‘ i spilled lipstick in your valentino bag. ’ ‘ you are my dad, you’re my dad! boogie woogie woogie. ’ ‘ i got two free tacos! ’ ‘ road work ahead? uh, yeah, i sure hope it does! ’ ‘ turn off the flash, you fucking moron. ’ ‘ get that education bro! GET THAT EDUCATION BRO! ’ ‘ yes, she is a bitch. b i c t … h. ’ ‘ ohhh shit, what is that? who you fightin’? ’ ‘ don’t fuck with me! i have the power of god and anime on my side! ’