Le Diable Blanc

If I learnt anything about life, it's this: always play the hand you're dealt. My name is Gambit... and I play for keeps. indie & private gambit/remy lebeau from x-men. gambled by riss. 18+. sideblog to himbohotel.

[roidesvoleurs]

Welcome to my indie Gambit / Remy LeBeau sideblog. My name is Riss, and my main blog is @himbohotel​, so I will be following you from there! Also on that note, I'm not mutuals-only, but mutuals do tend to get priority.

INDIE  |   OPEN TO MOST INTERACTIONS  |  SHIP-SELECTIVE  | 18+

Looking forward to continuing all the shenanigans here!

Note on my Gambit portrayal: I do type out his accent. Being Cajun is something very important to Remy, which means recreating the accent as authentically as I can while being still legible and adding Louisiana French. If that’s not something up your alley, I suggest finding a different Gambit rper.

𝐏𝐎𝐃𝐍𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄

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promo, icons, hcs etc are made by me, so please don’t steal. credit for my icon template and coloring goes to: @cavalierfou @sibylsource​ @jayneedits! Thank you!!

[mercenarysuggestion-blog]

I’ve never felt more alive than I do when there’s a chance I’m going to die.

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Remy committing those he loves to memory because he can’t risk photographic evidence of his weaknesses in his line of work

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Remy microdosing crime by stealing wallets at a gala

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Josh Holloway to NEW Orleans Saturday night 2026 #joshholloway #fanexpo

does this bitch AGE?

[jamessford]

#hi i'm a deranged gay person from the future here to commend your word choices

LOST 1.07 — The Moth

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Just Remy Things

Taking hot showers for hours because somehow the heat he generates naturally isn't enough to keep him warm

Having to use more lotion because his skin's becoming too tight and weirdly calloused

Blaming sunburn for his skin peeling off

Having no explanation for the keratin bumps that appears after he peels off the skin of his shoulders

Scales

Developing scales

Dealing with an aching back and shoulder blades that feel like actual blades on fire

Cutting his bottom lip multiple times on his too-pointy eyeteeth

Screaming in agony in the middle of the night when fucking wings erupt from his back in a mess of skin, blood, sinew, and bone

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Also, passed the anniversary of setting up Remy as a sideblog, hehe. It’s been a year

[angel-elputo]

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"I swear I’ve never done that before."

He hides his filthy smirk in the still-quivering flesh of her belly, more smug than the cat that got the damn canary. Or, well, cream seems better in this case. Gingerly, he removes his fingers and wipes them on the driest part of their soaked bed. She's still riding out the aftershocks and it's the single most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life. His wife, unabashed in her pleasure and still reeling from it--god damn, ain't nothing better than this.

Even the burn of his own arousal takes a backseat to seeing her finally tumble over the cliff of ecstasy, body bowing in rictus as she fell apart, blush traveling down to the tops of her freckled breasts as she realized just what her body could do with enough stimulation. Not that Remy allowed her to feel shame about that--non, not at all. She felt good, and he made her feel that good; shame does not exist in their bed. Especially not now.

Those sheets need to get to the washer. The mattress might be a lost cause. He huffs out a sigh, sweaty-sweet in the late night, and she pushes at his head with a groan, overstimulated and sticky in the syrupy heat of a Louisianian summer. He goes up on his elbows willingly, staring down at his beautiful wife bathed in the full moon's glow. God damn. Whatever hell he went through was worth it for these quiet moments between them two. That he swears.

She looks up at him, the green of her eyes blown out to a mere ring, curls slicked to the glistening column of her neck, a brave bead of sweat traveling down low, low, low 'til it disappears into her cleavage, and laughs, almost incredulously, at what the hell had transpired between them this time. Punch-drunk. Sensitive. Happy. Carefree in a way that he knows will not last the night; a fragile way that he cherishes with his long, long memory.

He leans in to brush a kiss against a peach-warmed cheek.

❛ Tu es magnifique, sha. ❜

[rohgue]

but it feels like i'm no one. / ROGUE OF EARTH-616. BY ISA, 21+

[rpmemesforthesoul]

Send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss 👀

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ah, fuck it!

Send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss 👀

These days, Gambit's not really into the party scene. He's got no reason to be. Far from the desperation of his twenties, where he cut his teeth on anything and everything that stood still enough for him to fall into: booze, drugs, women...men, sometimes, when the times were lean and he couldn't afford to be choosy--it doesn't hold the same appeal as he's quickly approaching the back-end of his thirties.

But he enjoys the night out for what it is--a damn break. Jubes out there, soaking up the lights and the music as she should. She's young, been through too much for a girl her age, too much responsibility crammed in such short years. He sits back and enjoys her freedom from afar.

The watered-down drinks can only hold his interest for so long and he trusts Jubes to take down any creep with her own dazzling personality. So with a grunt, he leaves a few bills on the bar and makes his way through the swarm of sweaty bodies towards one of the marked exits. Fresh air. He needs fresh air.

The cherry's glow brightens as he inhales, a plume of smoke spilling from his lips alongside an unhurried drawl of words: ❛ Can't out-stealth a thief, sha, 'specially since you been makin' eyes at me all night. ❜ He turns to look at the esteemed DJ du jour, one Miss Coffi, brow raised. ❛ Flattered, don't get me wrong, but-- ❜ Whatever protests he might have mustered up dies as the brightly-colored DJ grabs onto the lapels of his trench coat, pushes him against the emergency exit doors, and kisses him so hard he's probably going to be tasting tangerine lip gloss for days.

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psychological AND body horror? oh, uncanny x-men, ur feeding me GOOD

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can't let this gem just exist in the comments

[haysaprocky]

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psychological AND body horror? oh, uncanny x-men, ur feeding me GOOD

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“ Is this your way of flirting? ” / akihiro @iimmortuii

@immortuii

He slumps back against the chair, ankle perched on his opposite knee, the very picture of calm, cool, collected.

❛ Well, if de t'ought of surveillance gets y' hard, Gambit ain't here t' judge. ❜ Lithe fingers drum on his knee as the master thief takes in the room (as if he hadn't been waiting for at least an hour for the wayward bastard) before finally gracing the other with a dismissive flick of the eyes. The manila folder on the coffee table's got the better part of his attention as he shifts to open it, a half-dozen hi-res photos spilling out oh-so-artfully.

❛ Been busy lately, huh? ❜ The headache that's been brewing behind his eyes blooms in one annoying kaleidoscope of pain. Should headaches last for more than a day? He doesn't know. The Guild doesn't do healthcare. Not with an immortal goddess as a patron. It's a thing--shut up.

A railroad spike to the skull would be welcomed at this point, honestly. He squeezes the bridge of his nose and that pain's enough for him to get over the pounding in his skull.

❛ Subtlety's never been y'all's t'ing, I get it, but we had an accord, Aki. Steppin' out like de cock of de fuckin' walk's just gon' draw de wrong attention to everyt'ing we've been workin' on. So, dis is me askin' nicely--stop. Or I won't be so sweet next time. ❜