#Ragin

[fandomaddictwut]

I’ve seen some people complaining about Channing Tatum/his accent in Deadpool & Wolverine, and I just want to set a few things straight.

Channing has been on the docket to play Gambit since 2005, but each and every time, the character was cut from the script, he had a prior contract, or the director kept getting replaced until the project was scrapped 4 years later with the Fox/Disney merger.

He has family in Louisiana and grew up in the bayous (albeit in rural Alabama). This character has meant something to him since CHILDHOOD when it comes to representation in media.

Gambit doesn’t speak SAE (Standard American English). He’s a street urchin from Acadia/New Orleans. He grew up speaking Cajun (a mix of Southern American, Canadian French, and España Spanish grammar applied to a mostly English vocabulary) and Louisiana French (an offshoot of Canadian French from Acadians).

Every person I’ve seen online who ACTUALLY GREW UP around people who speak Cajun, Creole, and/or Louisiana French has said that his accent is SPOT ON, maybe even a little too clear.

All this to say: if you can’t understand Gambit in Deadpool & Wolverine, you’re not supposed to. That’s the bit: unless you’re used to those dialects and accents, you’re shit outta luck trying to parse it out without help. Hell, even Rogue, who grew up in the South, doesn’t know what he’s saying half the time.

[yeahhboyandd0llfacee]

bruhhhhh why am i on ed tumbler get me off this shit

[sordideuphemism]

The human had been here for months, now, and could not be convinced to leave. Even now, with brambles in her tangled hair and all manner of odd findings woven into her garb, she skips off into the wood. Moments later, the braying of a unicorn can be heard, and redcaps and brownies are seen scattering for the bushes. A screeching giggle of merriment drowns out their cries of terror.

Watching her leave sits Ragin - a tall, thin, elf-like creature - perched on a nearby stump. A look combining pain, concern, and exhaustion ripples across his face. His garments become dull and less ostentatious, but he does not seem to notice.

A boggart waddles up, slowly crushing his felt hat in his hands as he twists them anxiously.

"Uh. Pardon, but... Sire? Sire, are you okay? Did you get rid of the human?"

Ragin glances up, and then away. Something colors his cheeks. Is that... embarrassment?

"Mm. No. No, I did not."

"I understand, sire," the boggart soothes, nodding. "Sometimes we grow attach-"

"That... is not what happened."

Ragin takes a breath, and continues.

"I think, somehow, we managed a pact."

The boggart brightens, and nearly stands on tip toe. "Oh, what luck, sire! A fae pact to forge a warlock can be a gr-"

"Not a fae pact, Gribble." He still has not looked back towards his servant.

"I- I don't understand." Gribble looks at his hat and realizes it's been reduced to threads. He watches them fall, drifting towards the ground from his tanned, calloused hands, and then returns his attention back to his realm-lord.

"I think..." Ragin begins, but then the unicorn brays again, and the small child bursts from the wood astride its back, wielding a shining sword clumsily in one hand. She hoots in what might be joy, and then gallops away down a twisting path.

Ragin sighs heavily, a sound like the earth itself bearing down on him.

"I think... somehow..."

He takes another deep breath, and swallows, visibly shaken.

"I've been running the conversation back through my head again and again... and I'm fairly certain... she's my patron."

There is a long, deafening silence, punctuated only by the occasional screeching giggle of a human child somewhere over the hills. After twenty, maybe thirty minutes pass, Gribble finally manages to squeak out a single word.

"Oh."

"Yes," Ragin agrees. "Oh."

[be3skne3s]

£15.50 now for Gold leaf jps what the fuck. The gov can go burn like my rollie.

[punkerduckiememes]

#remylebeau knows how to cook, Jean. #gambit #xmen #cajunspice

[toyastales]

One Pot Cajun Beef Pasta

[cajunhawk]

I edited the memorial photo and made him ALIVE.

[alysaydie]

Here’s an idea:

Remy getting pissed that his cards keep losing in Cards Against Humanity.

[ayamos]

Aaaaaaaah

[reyesranch]

uploading your reaction to 8x01 and being visibly disgusted by the gay couple flirting on screen isn’t the move you think it is.

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 1-Black Penny

Summary: You grew up in the hustle and bustle of a city most of your life, so you packed your few belongings and headed straight to New Orleans. You hoped to live a simpler, quieter life on the Historic French Quarter. By day during the week, you helped manage Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo Shop and by nightfall you tended bar at Black Penny on the weekends.

You were aware mutants existed, and believed them to be just as ordinary as you but only with extraordinary abilities. After living a few years in NOLA, you had a knack of picking them out in a crowd and treated them no differently than you’d treat anyone else. You had many run in’s with mutants on Bourbon Street, but none as impactful as the day you ran into Remy LeBeau.

A/N: Character Intro, She/Her Pronouns, GambitX!FemaleReader, GambitX!NonMutant, RemyLeBeauX!FemaleReader, Mutants, Post Deadpool and Wolverine, Post Void, New Orleans, Alcohol, Pining, Creole/French to English Translation

(c) - Creole

(f)- French

*I just want to disclose I am not a comic expert. Gambit/Remy LeBeau is very new to me and I’m doing my best to stay genuine to what I’ve researched online or from what I’ve seen in the D&W movie. I’m aware there was a HUGE controversy over his heavy accent/dialect and over his eye color in the movie, so I tried to incorporate both versions of each in my stories to satisfy everyone’s preferred Gambit/Remy style. (Personally, I loved Channing Tatum’s accent in the movie ☺️) I’m also cognizant that Gambit and Rogue are an item in the comics, but for sanity sake, Rogue will be a pastime only mentioned in passing if absolutely necessary so I don’t have to study in depth another character I’m unfamiliar with. (I need some brain space for real life stuff, too 😅) Anyway, I’m doing my maximum effort over here writing for Gambit/Remy, so when I do post my developing Gambit story, please, if you have comments or criticisms that don’t benefit anyone else’s appreciation of these fanfics, keep them to yourself and let the rest of us enjoy it. Thanks so much*

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It was a particularly busy night at Black Penny. As live bounce music and jazz blared from the stage, patrons dance and socialize carelessly with each other while you hotfoot from one end of the bar to the other serving up shots and beers.

You approach a man waiting patiently, his face downward hovering over a stack of playing cards.

“What can I getchya?” You ask him.

He began twirling an ace of spades between his fingers.

“(c) Kisa mwen ka jwenn pou ou?” You repeat.

The man lifted his gaze to meet yours with a mischievous grin stretching across his face. An eerie magenta glow softly radiated from his irises causing your jaw to drop. Your stunned reaction spurred him, causing his smile to widen and his eyes to glow brighter as the whites of his eyes began to blacken.

“….woah.” You say under your breath.

The man chuckled, “(c) Ou dwe padone Gambit, cheri (You must pardon Gambit). When his eyes see somethin’ so (f)dulcet (beautiful), it be hard to hide it.”

You shook your head to refocus, “No need to apologize. This is a safe space for everyone. Just caught me off guard is all.”

You flash him a smile and a wink as he returned one to you, the whites of his eyes returning to ‘human’ version of normal and his irises became a shade of icy green.

“Nobody be lookin’ at me like dat wit’out runnin’ off. You weren’t scared?”

“Of course not. Takes a lot more than a pair of flashy eyes on a handsome face to scare me away.” You state.

He laughed as he adjusted in his seat.

“Dats good, dats good.” He said as he leaned forward on the surface of the bar.

“What are you drinking, Gambit?” You ask again.

“Sazerac. (c) Mèsi, cheri. (Thank you, darling).”

You bring the gentleman a rocks glass fixed neat with the amber-red reserve bourbon. He gingerly raised the glass to his nose, inhaling the oak wood barrel scent with hints of cherry, caramel, apples, and tobacco.

He hummed with satisfaction, “(c) Manyifik (Magnificent).”

You nod, then turn to walk away.

“Remy.” You hear him call to you.

“Pardon?” You say as you turn back to him.

“The name’s Remy LaBeau.” He reiterated cooly after taking a sip from his glass.

He averted his eyes to you, awaiting your name. You grin back.

“Y/F/N.”

“(c) Kontan rankontre ou, Y/F/N (Pleased to meet you).”

You feel your face go red as you laugh nervously.

“Same.” You managed to say before scurrying to the other end of the bar to wait on other customers.

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Remy sat quietly in his spot at the bar the entire evening, only ever looking up from his deck of Mavericks to catch a glance of you as you pass him. The crowd started to thin out as last call was announced.

“One for the road, Remy?”

He beamed at you, “Oui, cheri. If you join me for one.”

You smile coyly, “I gotta close up, chief. How about this; I’ll bring you another Sazerac on the house, and I’ll take a rain check?”

You see the magenta glimmer in his eyes again.

“I like the soun’ of dat, cheri.”

You smile and nod then turn to the counter behind you to prepare his drink. You set it in front of him as he placed a $100 in front of you.

“You only had two. That’s too much.”

“(c) Pran li (Take it). For your generosity an’ da company.” Remy insisted.

You beam at him, “(c) Ou twò janti (You’re too kind).”

He stood up from his stool, and fixed his collar on his leather trench.

“Until next time, mon cher.” He said smiling while standing tall opposite you.

“Orevwa, Remy. I’ll see you around.” You reply sweetly as you feel your cheeks heat up again.

“(c) Mwen pwomèt ou pral (I promise you will).” He purred in his heavy honeyed Cajun accent.

He bowed, then turned on his heel to exit the bar. You released a deep exhale as if you hadn’t taken a breath since having met him that night.

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*I know this was a short one and I plan on a chapter 2. I’m just dipping my toe in the water here to see what feedback I get* 🥰

[athleticperfection1]

Louisiana Tennis

[yeahhboyandd0llfacee]

fcuk ass changer wont work

[unashamedly-enthusiastic]

THE COMPUTER DID

🎉 83% GOODNESS 🎊

Technically it did 56% brilliant and 27% 'alright I guess', that's us done for this year, try and improve it for next year

Let's try and magic 8 ball how my day will go tomorrow

The computer will try to so something good and very important

I have no way of predicting how many good it will do

I do know 100% good is impossible

The more good it does the better my day will be

[userarmand]

Andrew Scott photographed by Paul Mescal [via Instagram]

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