#bourbonstreetdevil

[southern-belle-outcasts]

While Rogue had known their anniversary was coming up, she had not been expecting the surprise. She more often preferred being in the know. That didn't stop her from getting the slightly giddy feeling of anticipation, even if she knew Remy knew her well enough that he wasn't going to pull anything crazy.

So imagine her surprise, and maybe a little bit of selfish relief, when there was no one else to be seen but Remy when she arrived per his vague message.

"Well don't you look look sharp, sugah," she said, taking the magnolia flower from him and giving him an appreciative once over. "Good thing Ah didn't just say fuck it and wear jeans, huh?" she teased. The forest green evening dress was not overly frilly, but it certainly was fitting her form well, and the satin caught the light enough to almost give the impression it was wet.

"You tryin' t'spoil a girl or somethin', Remy?"

Five Years

@southern-belle-outcasts sent: Play it again

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A voice message plays. "Hey baby, uh, it's me. Uhm... Our anniversary is comin' up. It's a pretty big one... So I have a surprise for you. J'tame, petit." Along with a time and address.

Five years. The longest he's ever gone steady with someone. Well, if you counted from when they met it might be longer. On-and-off relationships came with the territory. Courting Rogue had challenges for both sides, for many reasons.

There was the more direct matter of her being unable to touch anyone without a barrier, but there were subtler things, too. Her distrust of him was a big one. Always had been. He couldn't blame her for it.

But he was still excited for what he'd planned. He felt like a stereotypical leading man in a rom-com. He'd rented out an old friend's home and fixed it up right nice. He laid the outside path with a green velvet carpet to match her favored color. He placed bouquets of flowers along the sides of the path.

He hung lights, attached to an interesting mechanism. Always one for a show. The inside was beautiful. Remy had some interesting friends. The decor was rustic. Cozy.

So there he waited at the beginning of the path, waiting for her to arrive. He held what he remembered being her favorite flower, twirling it in anticipation.

He wore a deep purple button-up, a black and silver vest, black slacks that fit him in all the right ways, a pair of rather snappy shoes, and gloves. Full gloves. He dressed to her comfort; As little skin showing as possible.

He hoped it wasn't too corny...

[bothsidesofaquestion]

🍋 - Does your muse complain about things to you? If so, what?

munday meme | no longer accepting

::ooc:: He rarely does! He mostly asks me if the things I’m writing ( specially when answering Sinday asks ) are ooc or not and why, most of the time, his dissuasion works lol

[sneakymystique]

👁‍🗨

“If you think you fall into that category LeBeau then you’re deluding yourself. My fervent hope is that someday Rogue comes to her senses and casts you off like the loathsome Cajun trash you are.”

@bourbonstreetdevil

[southern-belle-outcasts]

Send♦️ for a headcanon I have for our muses

@bourbonstreetdevil sent: ♦️♦️♦️ (Rogue!)

If Remy has a gig, she always presses for location, time due back etc. She doesn’t always get it but she will always ask.

Rogue buys custom playing card cat stuff and the really high quality raw treats because she sees spoiling his babies as extension of showing him love.

She has no problem with people looking, she knows they’re not blind and Remy is hot. Anyone making physical moves on her man though is going to be publicly embarrassed with how thoroughly she will lay claim.

[normallyxstrange]

@bourbonstreetdevil​ sent:  ⏳ (For Andy bc I'm not too familiar with your characters but "Badass witch" seems cool)

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory

     “We moved around a lot when I was a kid. We had to. After Dad died” --was murdered, she thought bitterly-- “the Hallowed Circle Coven had it out for us. Or me, actually. They wanted me to join their ranks, and they weren’t above murder and kidnapping to get me there.” Though, Victor Foster had betrayed them and for that he was murdered, but they tried to take Andy in that same confused, chaotic night. She would forever associate the two things with one another. 

      “So, Mom and Mason and Celeste--the High Priestess of our coven then--put together every ward, spell, protection, and kept us hidden from them. We couldn’t stay in one place for too long. It was too risky. So we’d move, put up all new wards, stay there a few months, then move again. I’ve lived in places all over the world.”

     Andy sighed heavily and the smile she wore was tinged with sadness. “I don’t remember much about the places, just the whole ‘living-in-fear’ thing and trying to shake off the trauma of watching my father die.” Therapy was almost a constant thing in her life then, and so many of her memories from that time were of Celeste and all those sessions. “Made sense that’d be when my seer powers would manifest too. I swear, so many of those years just blurred together. Rough as hell. All downs and no ups.” 

[leaguexofxherxown]

Remy & Rogue thread with @bourbonstreetdevil​, continued from here.

“Well...hello yourself, handsome.” Her southern accent chimed as she tilted his head up and away from his book. “Whacha reading?” Rogue slid into his lap with ease, placing a brief, chaste kiss to his forehead as she did so.

[bothsidesofaquestion-a]

🤞

Put “🤞” in my askbox, and I will tell you how my muse feels about your museSpecify character if multimuse | accepting

“I must admit I kept my distance for a while. I didn’t know what to think about you at first however you’re the friend I’ve never thought I could have. Despite being so different we get along wonderfully and I admire how much you love and respect my sister Rogue, You’re a dear friend to me and I’m glad I have met you.” 

[gods-own-xman]

Past Visiting Hours| Closed

(cont. from x) @bourbonstreetdevil

Ororo places a soft, but firm hand again Remy’s chest, prompting him to stay lying down. 

“Making sure you don’t die, Gambit,” she answered, attempting to keep the curtness and disappointment in her voice to a minimum. 

How many times had she offered her help? How many times? How many times must he not ask for help and nearly get himself killed? How many times was she there to pick up the pieces? Yet, she attempted to keep her anger and frustration from festering.

“How are you feeling?”

[the-mjolnir-owner]

Cerulean: What’s your biggest turn-off?

50 shades of blue! Send a colour to ask something sexual@bourbonstreetdevil

Cerulean: What’s your biggest turn-off? “Uncertainty. I want people to want me and vice versa.” 

[badmusesarch]

@bourbonstreetdevil sent:  (For the nsfw hour meme for Belladonna because I guess it be like that) "Soooo Belle... We never exactly did much, so I'm curious. We both kinky little shits? Or is it just me?" (Que the mun facepalming at this moron) meme

🗡 -- “What exactly prompted this?” She eyed her ex-husband, not sure where he came from or where he was going with it. “My sex life has nothin’ to do with ya anymore, cher.” 

[brooklynislandgirl]

Fig: Something my muse sees as forbidden but still desires

Fruit Basket || Accepting

“Remy Lebeau,” she drawls...her own dialect suspiciously similar to his, and she flashes him a particular kind of look. “I am one of da las’ true innocentes in dis world. An’ I have no idea wha’ ya could possibly mean. But if ya wan be one bon homme, you might point me in da direction of dese....forbidden t’ings.”

[daedaluscried]

☂ for a confused, delusional text message (For Cy!)

[text to: ???]: What the fuck?! What the fuck is this? Who the fuck are you?!

[text to: ???]: FUCK

[bothsidesofaquestion]

What's your favorite thing to write about when it comes to Kurt? (I see no point in being on anon bc I'm gonna reblog it anyway lmao)

::ooc:: he makes me feel better! Also, I get to be in his head for a bit. I guess this is a better explanation than just say “everything” but, I don’t really have an expecific hehe

[dailybugle]

I've met some folks who don't need a mask to go unrecognized. What's your opinion on them?

“It depends on how they handle the responsibility for their actions. Do they hide like Spider-Man or are they open on it?”

[southern-belle-outcasts]

@bourbonstreetdevil sent: Remy comin up with them neck kisses for sinday

This was a certainly a nice way to find out Remy was home, her hearing only just barely picking up his movement behind her. He padded quiet as a cat, then what else did she expect? She’d likened him to one numerous times at this point. The master thief was anything but noisy in his movement, but that was an admitted turn on- his ease and control of his movement.

“Hmm, well hello t’you too, Mister Lebeau, ya lucky Ah heard ya, rather’n choked ya for sneakin’ up on me,” she hummed, fingers happily slipping into his hair to hold him in place as she felt kisses edging along her neck, shivering slightly from the tickling sensation of his stubble and hot breath on her skin. “Ya know you’re not allowed t’stop that now that ya done started, right?” she murmured. “So sit ya behind down and do that kissin’ proper-like, mon amour.”

[touchofdeath-a]

continued / x

     ❛  Ah’m not mad      ❜  A sentence that had to start like that was clearly a telling of something negative forthcoming.  ❛  Ah just wanna know whether yer took it.  ❜  It appeared that he still had no idea of what she was talking about, making Rogue sigh out of exasperation.  ❛  Mah hoodie, Remy. The one Ah wear in the mornin’, did’ya take it? ❜  Technically, it wasn’t really hers. She had hogged it from him during their time together, but it had become important to her; reminding her of safety and becoming a psychological sanctuary for her powers.

@bourbonstreetdevil