Ah got class in the mornin'.

Can ya' make this quick? Ah should be studyin' right now. ( Indie Au Oc Son of Remy Lebeau and Anna Marrie Darkholme.) Current Arc: N/A

[rpfunstuff]

Frank Sinatra Sentence Meme

“But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me.”

“Forget your troubles and just get happy.”

“I don’t know why I love you like I do.”

“I get along without you very well, of course I do.”

“I thought at last I’d found you but other loves surround you and I don’t stand a ghost of a chance with you.”

“I’m sorry I made you cry. Won’t you forget, won’t you forgive?”

“It breaks my heart to hear you sigh.”

“It must be fun, lots of fun, to be sure when day is done that the hour is coming when you’ll be kissed and then you’ll be kissed again.”

“Lately, I find myself gazing at stars, hearing guitars like someone in love.”

“Look at yourself, if you had a sense of humor you would laugh to beat the band.”

“Should I reveal exactly how I feel?”

“Sometimes the things I do astound me, mostly whenever you’re around me.”

“The only time you hold me is when we’re dancing.”

“When skies are cloudy and gray, they’re only gray for a day So wrap your troubles in dreams and dream your troubles away.”

“When we met, I felt my life begin.”

“When you’re alone, who cares for starlit skies?”

“Whenever skies look gray to me and trouble begins to brew, whenever the winter winds become too strong, I concentrate on you.”

“Why shouldn’t I take a chance when romance passes by? Why shouldn’t I know of love?”

“Yes, I met my ideal thing when I met you.”

“Your looks are laughable, unphotographable, yet youre my favourite work of art.”

[soulfullofsilver]

Send my muse one of the following:

[ text: wrong number ]: Yeah no [  my muse’s name ] and I are just friends. [ text: wrong number ]: [  my muse’s name ] doesn’t mean anything to me. Stop worrying. [ text: wrong number ]: Don’t worry, I’m sick of [ my muse’s name ], I’m done. [ text: wrong number ]: It’s just a game to me. [ text: wrong number ]: Sometimes I’m just glad [ my muse name ] and I are over. [ text: wrong number ]: I hate [ my muse name ] so much. [ text: wrong number ]: [ my muse name ] doesn’t mean a thing to me. [ text ]: Sometimes I get tired of all this. [ text ]: You’re not worth it. [ text ]: Why don’t we not talk for a while? [ text ]: I’m done. [ text ]: Don’t come near me. [ text ]: How can you do this to me? [ text ]: If you don’t know what you want then I do— out. [ text ]: Do you feel good knowing you have this power over me? [ text ]: Why don’t you go to him/her instead? [ text ]: I don’t care about you. [ text ]: Stop kidding yourself. [ text ]: Did you really think you mattered? [ text ]: Don’t bother [ text ]: I knew this wasn’t going to last. [ text ]: I don’t think I can do this anymore. [ text ]: I don’t care. [ text ]: You never mattered. [ text ]: I never mattered to you. I know that now. [ text ]: I see the way you look at him/her. [ text ]: Stop wasting my time. [ text ]: You’re just a waste of time. [ text ]: I don’t want to hear it. [ text ]: You’re a monster. [ text ]: I was wrong. [ text ]: You don’t care, do you? [ text ]: Don’t pretend that you care. [ text ]: Stop. Just stop. [ text ]: I don’t want you back. [ text ]: I hate you. [ text ]: You know, I’m glad we’re over. [ text ]: I’m tired of waiting.

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thequeensman:

“Hey, now,” Remy said, keeping his tone light. “You gon’ go and fight your poor ole pere? And here he was thinkin’ you wanted t’have some fun with him dis week.”

Remy’s brows furrowed in concern as Louis began to sob. Taking the boy in his arms, he offered him the toy cat and rubbed his back, trying to guide him into settling against his shoulder. This wasn’t uncommon, especially after a long stint with Erik and Rogue. They tended to let Lou get away with anything. Remy spoiled him, but he didn’t let him let him throw tantrums. 

“None of dat, d’accord?” he warned, keeping his voice light. “We gon’ have fun, remember? Gotta get you dat puppy, den we gon’ go home and you gon’ help your pere pick out new furniture for our new house. What’chu cryin’ for?” 

     His sobs were quiet, a sort of gentle wet hiccuping as he curled tiny fingers into Remys front. When Munster was offered, he pushed away for a moment, before the familiar fuzzy feel registered and the boy pulled her close to his chest.      As Remy rubbed his back, he sniffled, his sobs dying down as he starred at his toy. Slowly he began mimicking his father by rubbing the plushes back as his cheek laid against Remys shoulder.      He was tired, why did he have to get up? Puppies were nice, he liked them, but would the puppies not be there if he slept a little longer? Abruptly his stomach let out a growl and Louis whined, shuddering as his sobs threatened to return. He tried to speak, but what came out was a garbled mess of English and Cajun french that in the end had no true meaning besides ‘I am upset’.

[orchidsarrival-blog]

ofromance:

@orchidsarrival

[littlebadger]

Your muse finds mine like this:

What is your muse’s reaction?

[orchidsarrival-blog]

thequeensman:

“Biggest tiger we can find, mon ceaur,” Remy grinned, patting the boy’s side.  He moved away from Rogue after Louis said his goodbye and tucked Louis into his carseat, buckling him in safely before opening his driver side door. He paused, then, glancing back at Rogue who stood at a distance with her arms crossed over her stomach, and Remy tried to ignore the way part of her looked like she might wish she could come with them. He still stung, that little voice echoing around in his head calling another man father, but he couldn’t find it in himself to stay mad at Rogue. 

He held up a hand, offered her a soft, albeit sad smile, and she put a hand over her heart and waved back at him as he sank into the driver’s seat. Once inside the car, Remy buckled up and grinned into the rearview mirror. 

“You ready for a fun time, ami?” he asked. “’Cause your pere got all sorts’a surprises for you. Number one, we gotta stop at a few places on de way home, ‘cause we gon’ go to de furniture store and let you pick out a few things, ‘cause Papa went and bought us a new house, with a nice big yard where you got room to play. Gotta get you a new bed and you get to pick out de couch and everything if you want to, d’accord?” Putting the car in reverse, Remy pulled away from the house and headed toward town. “Den we gon’ go to de pet store and we gon’ get you a puppy.” He cast a glance back over his shoulder, then looked back at the road.  “What’chu think? You good with dat, ami?”

          “S’sounds like, lot-” And he was out like a light, they’d driven barely past the end of the drive.      Two hours in as they passed trees and towns alike Louis hadn’t made so much as a peep from his seat in the back. Clamped tight and secure the only occasional sound was him shifting in an attempt to roll over and failing before hugging Munster close to his chest.      It was when they did finally stop and the door on his side of the truck opened he let out a displeased wine and tried to squirm away from the hands unbuckling him. Reaching out he pushed per habit, trying to refuse the waking world as soft squeaks turned into loud rejection. Then tears. Crying as he was lifted he flailed a moment, a mantra of ‘Non no no non!’ sounding as he sobbed. Munster forgotten in the seat as he was pulled close to a familiar warm chest.

[horrificmemes]

Possessive/Controlling Starters

Trigger warning for emotional abuse.

“I don’t want you spending time with them.”

“Where have you been?”

“Why are you wearing that?”

“I didn’t say you could leave the house today.”

“I thought I told you to stay there!”

“Don’t move.”

“You’ll do what I tell you to do, no questions asked.”

“Only speak when spoken to.”

“Who were you on the phone with?”

“Why are you wearing perfume/cologne?”

“You’ve been seeing someone else. Tell me who.”

“I’ll let you come out when you start behaving!”

“You can sleep when I say so.”

“Do I have to put you on a leash?”

“I don’t care if they’re your family, you are not talk to them.”

“Be on your best behavior and I might even buy you a gift.”

“Who was that?”

“You’re not seeing your friends today.”

“I want to know about this person you’ve been talking to.”

[alexsrpshit]

Batman Under the Red Hood sentence meme

change pronouns as fit, loooots of trigger warnings ahead

“You know, I thought… I thought I’d be the last person you’d ever let them hurt.”

“If it had been you that they beat to a bloody pulp, if they had taken you from this world, I would’ve done nothing but search the planet for this pathetic pile of evil, death-worshiping garbage and then send them off to hell!”

“You don’t understand. I don’t think you’d ever understood.”

“Awwww, so you DO think about me.”

“But if I do that, if I allow myself to go down into that place, I’ll never come back.”

“I’m talking about THEM, just them. And doing it because… because they took me away from you.”

“Is that what you think this is about?”

“ I don’t know what clouds your judgement worse, your guilt or your antiquated sense of morality.”

“[name], I forgive you for not saving me.”

“But why, why on God’s earth …are they still alive?”

“Gotta give the kid points”

“ They came all the way from the dead to make this shindig happen.”

“You’ll be as quiet as possible, or I’ll put one in your lap first.”

“Party pooper. No cake for you.”

“What hurts more? A? Or B? Forehand? Or backhand?”

“A little louder, lamb chop. I think you may have a collapsed lung. That always impedes the oratory.”

“Now, that was just rude.”

“I suppose I’m going to have to teach you a lesson so you can better follow in his footsteps.”

“Nah, I’m just gonna keep beating you with this crowbar.”

“You wanna die? There’s easier ways to kill yourself.”

“You know, it only hurts when I laugh.”

“You said we knew one another. You do seem really familiar.”

“No. I’m just something you helped make.”

“That’s pretty cryptic… but interesting. Tell me more.”

“Who are you working for?”

“Lie to me again, and crashing into a wall head-on will be the least painful activity of your evening.”

“You look good. Been working out? You could probably use a little sun. Then again, who am I to talk?”

“No. It’s going to be a nightmare.”

“I’m chatty. It’s part of my charm”

“You don’t just do that. That has to be practiced. Learned.”

“But they’re locked up, like a lot locked up. Maybe we should go for a visit.”

“do you want me to take it down?”

“No. This doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change anything at all.”

“You’re so much less fun now. All grown up and in your big-kid pants.”

“Still, better off than their replacement, right?”

“You gonna do it this time?”

“do you really think I would go through all that trouble and not make sure you knew it was me?”

“I want this person dead. When I say “dead,” I mean seriously dead. Beaten, broken. Their head mounted-on-my-wall kind of dead!“

“Understood. We’ll be taking further precautions at every transaction.”

“You know what I miss most about running with you? The toys.”

“Okay kiddo, I’ve got to go. But it’s been fun though, right?”

“Well maybe a smidge more fun for me than you, I’m guessing, since you’re being awful quiet.”

“You say you want to be better than me, but it won’t happen. Not like this”

“ I’m sorry, that seems to imply that YOU organized this little flambé.”

“Please, I can help you. I know what happened.”

“Do you remember how they where when I found them?”

“Different than [name] in so many ways but still full of potential and power.”  

“But I knew, even from the beginning, they were dangerous.”

“Then I got hem killed. My partner. My soldier. My fault. I own that. I’ll carry that like everything else.”

“They’ve taken everything I’ve ever taught them and turned it on me. It’s a hell of my own making, [name].”

“You loved them. They know that. It should be enough.”

“You can’t stop crime. That’s what you never understood. I’m controlling it. You wanna rule them by fear, but what do you do with the ones who aren’t afraid?”

“I’m doing what you won’t, I’m taking them out.”

“It’s too late. You had your chance. And I’m just getting started.”

“You shattered his collar bone!”

“I didn’t think I had to prop up some pillows before I took him out!”

“I’ve got a problem and you are absolutely the person who possesses the gifts to take care of that problem”

“I’m gonna need something to wear.”

“Don’t be nervous, kid. But if you keep staring at me like that I’m gonna cut your eyes out.”

“No! Don’t spoil it, this is better!” “

I’m the only one who’s going to get what they want tonight!”

“Don’t you just love a happy ending?”

“That took me two hours. You wanna see what I get done in a whole evening?”

“This wasn’t part of the damn deal, you freak!”

“This is what it’s all been about.”

“If you want to stop me, you’re going to have to kill me!”

“This is turning out even better than I’d hoped!”

“Maybe they’re primping.”

“This is the best day of my life!”

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thequeensman:

It was hard to keep up with Louis sometimes, the little fella spoke so quickly that Remy often thought he was speaking more quickly than he was thinking. He only grinned, meeting Rogue’s eyes as they both tried to follow Louis’ train of thought as it derailed into one story after another, but then Louis said something that made Remy’s heart break right in two. 

His breath hitched, and his smile vanished as he all but glared back at Rogue over Louis’ feet. 

Papa Eric? he mouthed silently. 

Shame washed over Rogue’s face, mixed with something like an apology. They might no longer be together, but no one knew Remy better than Rogue, and the hurt in his eyes would be obvious to even a stranger. 

“Sugar, it’s not–” 

But Remy broke eye contact, sweeping Louis upright in his arms as he painted on a fresh smile. He was good at making smiles look real, even if they weren’t, and Lou would be too young to know the difference just yet. 

“Your Pere gon’ buy you whatever you want, petit. You want a tiger? We gon’ get you a tiger. We gon’ hit up de zoo on de way home, what’chu think?” He gave Louis a bounce, sweeping in to give him a stubbly kiss on the cheek, snuffling loudly with a playful laugh before turning back to Rogue. “ Tell Maman vous l’aimez, d’accord? ”  

He held Lou out to Rogue to let him give her a kiss, and Rogue leaned in to take it. “Have fun, darlin’, take care of your Papa,” she said, then looked up at Gambit. “Remy, I–” 

“S’all right, belle. Don’t mention it.” 

          “TI’ER?!” Louis eyes were wide, he was about to speak but was cut off by a happy little laugh as Remy righted him and gave his cheek a kiss. Pushing away his Fathers scrubbly face he rubbed his own, still smiling, “Itchy, Pere!”      When Rogue leaned close he smiled, tiny hands patting each side of her face as he gave her a messy kiss with a loud ‘MWAH!’.      Turning back to Remy he curled up close, fist gripping the mans shirt as he yawned. The boy never stayed awake long on car rides, a very nice blessing to have unlike with most children. “Ah ‘uve you, Maman!”

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thequeensman:

Remy dropped a kiss to his son’s head as Rogue joined them in the grass, keeping his arms around Lou in his lap. When the boy got excited, it was difficult to understand him, his little accent an odd blend of cajun and, well, Rogue’s particular blend of Mississippi south, but it was damn cute to listen to. He cast Rogue a grateful wink and a grin as she translated, and reached out to tap his knuckles affectionately on her knee. 

“We gon’ have to have a talk ‘bout runnin’ head first into things, non?” he asked, grinning down at Lou and tickling at his sides. “You ain’t allowed to be like Juggernaut, petit, you too smart for dat.” 

Looking up at Rogue again, his smile softened as he allowed himself a brief moment to look her over, to study her eyes. 

“And what ‘bout maman?” he asked. “Everythin’ goin’ well for you, belle?” 

Rogue met his eyes, and her face melted, nostalgia hitting her full in the chest. She returned the smile and tucked her hair behind her ears before she drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them there to keep from reaching out to Remy. 

“Doin’ just fine, suger,” she said, meaning it. “Been some adjustin’, but you’ve got nothin’ to be frettin’ over here.” 

A sadness crept into his gaze, dampening his smile as he swept Louis’ hair back with a gentle sweep of one large hand. “Remy always gon’ fret over you, belle,” he told her softly. “De fact dat you don’t need it never changed anythin’ before, ain’t gon’ start now.” 

Afraid of making Louis think something was wrong, he deliberately perked up and dropped a kiss to the boy’s cheek with a loud raspberry, and then stood, sweeping Louis up in his arms to hang upside down. 

Rogue grinned up at them, shaking her head with a roll of her eyes. “Y’all better behave while I’m gone,” she said, letting Remy tug her up as he offered her his hand. “This mama don’t wanna be gettin’ any phonecalls sayin’ her boy went and knocked the rest of his teeth out’a his head, got it?” 

She poked and tickled at Lou’s belly, then bent down to kiss all over his face, cradling his head in her hands. “Be good for your pere, okay, darlin’?” 

“Aw, he’s always good, n’est ce pas? We gon’ have an adventure, stay up all night and eat all de junk food we can find, right, Lou?” 

          “Je vais être bon, maman! Je suis un concombre!” Giggling he held his hands to his head forming a set of rabbit like ears as he beamed at his mother.      It was a habit he’d picked up from a nature documentary, ‘rabbits of the sea, the sea cucumber!’ something most found adorable until he politely informed them that _Sea cucumbers vomit up their organs!_ Now as he swung from Remys hold he puffed his cheeks, imitating the ‘blub blub’ often associated with fish one wouldn’t assume he could ever know something so disgusting. But children were odd like that, innocent, they knew many things without KNOWING them.      Like for instance, “YEAH! We um, we gonna rob duh banks! ROB EM FER THEIR GOLD AN’ USE bang BANG! LIKE- LIKE ERIC PAPA! THEN WE CAN GET TI’ERS, like- like comment appelle-t-on ceci? MAGIC! MAGIC WITH THE NICE SNOWY TI’ERS! N’feed m’ dem Jolly Farmers Pere gets from the store! MAMA! MAMAN! CAN AH HAVE UH HAPPY FARMER?!”      Sticking the stuffed cat into his mouth he began sucking on its ear and part of the no longer fluffy head. All the while, STILL upside down. “Farmers like cows.”

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thequeensman:

He heard the little feet pattering before the door was flung open, and Remy braced himself for impact, grinning as that little voice filled the air. As soon as he saw the gap between his son’s teeth, Remy felt his temper flare, but it was the mention of a mere dollar that made his fingernails spark pink briefly. He shook it away, though, and swept Louis up in his hands, hefting him high in the air as he spun around. 

“Look’it you!” he cheered, sinking down to lay flat on his back in the grass, keeping Louis aloft. “Ugh–you gettin’ too heavy for you’re old pere, petit!” 

He tickled at Louis’ sides and brought him close to hug him before sitting up. Casting Rogue a glance, Remy knew it was no one’s fault, that kids had accidents, but that anger flared again as he lifted Lou’s chin to inspect the empty space where a tooth once was. 

He should have been there. 

It should be him here instead of Magneto. 

He might not deserve Rogue, but Magneto deserved her even less. 

“Now, how’d you do dat? You know not all super heroes get t’fly, d’accord? Sometimes we just throw cards, or hit de bad guys.” Teasing, he gave Lou’s cape a tug. 

     “Nu-uh, you jus’ old!” He laughed, squealing in delight as he was lifted, arms up and palms open as he laughed. His little legs were kicking as if the moment Remy sat him down he’d take off again across the lawn.      Reaching down his tiny hands gripped at Remys arms, holding onto him tightly until he was pulled against the familiar safety of the mans chest. Nuzzling close, his giggles stopped and his high pitched little voice started up going a mile a minute. “Mama hits d’ee bad guy’th n’n- you throw cards! Ah know that! Ah know! But, but Tanti Storm, she- sh’shee goes flyin’! MAMA CAN TOO SOMETIME’TH! If Ah keep tryin’ Ah can fly, s’what Eric says, yeah huh.” Nodding eagerly he bounced hugging his bright red cape around himself. “Buh, buh um- me an’ Maggie was playin’ we was n’Ah was Superman n’she was Kryp’oo! So- So we was goin in the cave! N’n it hit me- it hit me n’ look!” Again he opened his mouth gesturing eagerly at the missing tooth, which he promptly licked at.      Finally joining them Rogue ran a hand through her sons mass of dark curls, “He ran full speed into the bottom of the garage door while it was closin’. We took him into the dentist an’ instead of trying to reattach it they just removed the access so there’s no trouble when his adult set start growin’ in. Right, Honeybun?” Louis was distracted, reaching for the bags she had sat in the grass beside them. Without him even speaking she knew what he wanted and promptly handed him the stuffed cat poking out from the zipper. Louis took it with a delighted mutter, gently tugging the toys whispers and ears before giving it a ‘Mwah’ on the forehead.”He just needs to take a bit of pain medication before bed so he sleeps on through the night.”

[orchidsarrival-blog]

@thequeensman continued from X.

     The boy came TEARING out of the home, the screen door smacking shut with a loud creak and Whack! as he stumbled down the steps. Louis had always been a scrappy little thing, covered in all manner of dirt and grime, even the cape fluttering behind him had ammased a dozen or so stains. He didn’t seem to mind nearly as much as his mother. Speaking of whom, no stood in the doorway watching the boy as he stumbled and fell only to jump right back up and slam himself into his Fathers legs. She chuckled, shaking her head.      Louis was grinning wide, the gape between his front teeth far bigger than it have been a few weeks ago. “Papa! PAPA!” Hugging Remys legs the toddler was bouncing in excitement, “Ah- ah los’ mah tooth!” Opening his mouth he pointed at the huge space in the front of his top teeth. “GOT DOLLAR!”       He knew he’d be spending a much longer time with his Father than normal, but rather than being afraid the child had not shut his babbling mouth about their ‘adventure’ for the last MONTH. Now, as Rogue walked out with two duffel bags, one on each arm, he seemed to only want to talk about his missing tooth. Wonderful.

[magentamutant]

      “Why not even jus’ hear me out, huh? If I was gonna do somethin’ bad t’you, then I woulda done it already! No one wit ill intentions waits this long!”

[orchidsarrival-blog]

     He still held the phone in hand, the other planted firmly on the gas stations counter top. His shift lasted another four hours. Four more hours of him trying to chase this psycho off. Louis was sick of it. SICK of it. Sick of spending every waking moment looking over his shoulder.

     It was going on a month now.

          “Crazy people act crazy, s’why they called CRAZY.” Despite his continued aggression, he hung the phone back on its receiver.

[dionysvsretired-deactivated2019]

GUYS 👏 SHOULD 👏 WEAR 👏 MORE 👏 CROPTOPS

[magentamutant]

      He hadn’t expected to hear Louis speak any time soon, raising an eyebrow and reaching out to ruffle his hand through the boys hair. Ah, had he not heard a word of that? He was really gone already…

      “No, they ain’t even done what they gotta do yet, y’know.”

[orchidsarrival-blog]

          “What they doin’?” Sitting up slightly he learned forward, phone slipping out of his hand and landing between his legs on the tacky vinyl sofa. Pausing, he reached down to pick it up, his hand came up empty. Blinking he stared a moment before again attempting to scoop the device up, only succeeding in knocking it between the cushions.

[ofromance-blog]

orchidsarrival replied to your post:• “An entire city built on top of the dead.”

“Yeah, s'true. But this one? The bones is still there.”

      “How gruesome… But you can also say this for other cities, technically. You never know what is underground.”

[orchidsarrival-blog]

         “Ya’ know what Ah mean,” he huffed, throwing an arm to lounge over the back of the couch. “It’s beautiful in its own way, the mass uh life once lived forever on display. Ya’know they say there’s monsters down there, somethin’ viscous.”

[a1courier]

Hey! It’s me! GRAMBIT!!!