#figaro (gambit’s cat)

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I saw you compared Gambit to a cat once. Have you seen the pages of him and his kitties? He has a orange, white and black one I think their names are Figaro, Oliver, and Lucifer

Yesss, I have seen him with his kitties. I have been bouncing around with comics, so I’ve read the issue where Mystique gives him the kitties + their appearances in All New X-Factor. But most importantly, I’ve read all of Marvel Meow. Objectively one of the most important comic book series ever. You must read Marvel Meow or else you aren’t a real comic book fan.

I learned that they’re named after Disney cats. I only recognize Lucifer, since he’s from one of my favorite Disney movies ever, Cinderella. When trying to find Gamboi cat appearances, I noticed some people find it weird that the pelt colors of the kitties don’t match their Disney counterparts. Someone suggested an in-universe solution of Gambit being some sort of colorblind. While I don’t think there needs to be an explanation for Gamboi’s cats to be named what they are, I find that idea very cute.

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Figaro, Oliver and Lucifer in Infinity Paws 2024

+ low quality Gambit with cats

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Lucifer, Oliver, and Fígaro play nice 😸

Marvel Meow #16

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Here is a really important something

Gambit cat’s dad.

I love every iteration where we can see these littles precious things. And tbh I love even more the "Gambit is cat dad, Rogue is cat mom" comics. Since it’s so difficult for her to imagine having children….or well…having literally everything ‘in’ her body, (can’t imagine the pure fear if she loose control of her powers while being pregnant and I think, because of that we will likely never see Rogue being a mom) Im so happy when it’s just these two and their cats. I wish they adopt more of them bc Remy had these cuties before Rogue, and it’s seems fair to me that they go to a petshop in order to adopt another. One that Rogue can name :3

Thanks it was headcanon time + fanart Hehehe

Close ups :

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some unhinged comic content for you

All-New X-Factor (2014) #5

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Uncanny X-Men v.6 #04 (2024)

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HIII BABIES

Marvel Meow infinity comic

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I’m going to be so mad if gambits cats aren’t in Gail Simone’s Uncanny run

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Gambit and his cats 🐈🐈‍⬛😹

Art by @kaydeefoxx

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just dropping in to say i hope ur having a good day & hope ur taking care of urself esp with how much ur giving us!! ty for blessing us with all ur goobers & beautiful art :]

Hello, thank you very much for the check-in. I also hope your day has been good, and that you’re taking care of yourself. Personally, I’ve been very busy preparing for my upcoming trip, but I’ve been getting my doodles down here and there. It makes me so happy to know that people like my goobers. It helps me try and get over my mental hurdles of finally doing a comic. Here’s a little teaser of what I want to do;

I have been a big fan of comics as a medium the moment I learned how to read. Specifically, comic strips like Calvin and Hobbes (I think my goobers really reflect that Watterson inspires me every time I pick up a pencil… I couldn’t hide it if I tried). I would always draw comics as a kid, and in retrospect, the transition into superhero comics was practically a given. So, let’s hope I finally get something out there. No promises, though. It’s a 50/50.

I hope this idea interests you guys. I’m not sure how posting this comic will work, but I’ll figure it out. I don’t want to make this post too long, so I’ll finish it off by again hoping you’re doing well. Thank you for all your support. Have a good day. Or else.

[robinhuntr]

Gambit before marrying Rogue: An enigma, pure edge and mystery. All he does is chain smoke, thieve, and break hearts. Only three people have ever been able to get through his icy cold exterior

Gambit now: a house husband with three cats who hosts a weekly poker game with his buddies and tags along on his friends adventures (only if he can be back in time to see his wife and cats). Have I mentioned that he has cats because he will take every opportunity to tell you about his babies. Their names are Oliver, Lucifer and Figaro :) they’re named after Disney characters and-

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propaganda:

due to rogue's mutation they could not touch each other for a REALLY long time without the possibility of gambit being put into a coma. despite not being able to touch, they fell in love anyway. they had decades of will they/wont they, off-and-on relationship drama that made us want to rip our hair out. some really high highs and some REALLY low lows over the course of their relationship but they have always made their way back to each other. they got married in 2018 after stealing their friends' wedding, and they have three cats named oliver, lucifer and figaro.

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cg!gambit board!! yes i know both the logan moodboards AND this one all have cats in them but. i couldnt resist theyre both just so cat coded (fun fact, remy owns three cats all of which are named after disney characters, lucifer, oliver, and figaro :3)

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more void gambit thoughts

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Remy rustles his fingers together, giving some soft chirps to a cat that he sees at the end of the alley. A kitten really. He had spotted it when routing through the trash to find something of use, an activity he had not shaken from his time in the void. Now he has a chunk of meat in one hand and is beckoning the kitten with the other. Three names rotate through him Oliver, Lucifer, and Figaro. Belonging to cats he had loved and never had at all. He would like to have a cat, and this scruffing little fellow would fit in perfectly with the rest of the roost.

He croons as it sniffs his crooked fingers and rubs against him. He scratches her ears, singing sofly to the little thing. Her fur is all matted, but he can tell it is a beuatigful inky black. It just needs to be cleaned. And fed. The little damsel begins messily chewing on the bit of the meat, getting fragments everywhere, like powder from a beignet. That's a good name. Beignet.

“Whatcha think Beignet? Wanna come home with ol’ Remy? Blades a real grump but you'd like him.”

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Andddd another random Marvel fact part 2: Gambit has three cats

So yeah Sabretooth wanting a snack so he got three cats to which Mystique found and saved from Sabretooth, so to save the cats from being eaten she gave the cats to Gambit for some reason even though she really hates him(which is another fun fact for another day but Gambit is a VICTIM is all i’m gonna say) so he got three cats and named them Oilver,Figaro, and Lucifer. Another fun little fact is that Gambit named his cats all after Disney characters Oilver named after the protagonist from Oilver & Company, Figaro being named after Geppetto own cat in the movie Pinocchio, then Lucifer named after Lady Tremaine own cat Lucifer in the movie cinderella so Gambit is a Disney adult or at least a big fan of Disney to name his cats after them and yes all these cats are still alive in earth 616.

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Hooked Pt5

Not spicy yet, but it's kinda heading in that direction! Everything not in English is either Google translate, or a little research into common Cajun phrases.

Before she knew it, they were back in the hallway that led to Remy’s room, “Tink ma boys’d like ta see ya, Petite. Gamit know you like dem well ‘nough.” Cinnamon, caramel, warm linin, sunshine. Gambit’s emotions were making her head spin, overwhelming in the best of ways. It was rare she felt such purely positive emotions, and it seemed like every time Gambit was around her, or talking about his cats, that’s all she was subjected to. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. But for now, she would enjoy the feeling of almost floating that his emotions caused her.

“Here we are, Chère.” Instantly she was blushing. One, she knew what that word meant, and two, she realized that he would see her small army of crocheted stuffed animals with her right there as a witness. Oh, she was going to die. Why couldn’t she have developed the ability to phase out of existence instead of Empathy? Maybe she could sneak off as he was opening the door. But just as she went to turn on her heel, Gambit grabbed her wrist and winked at her, “Non, Chère. Remy don’t mean no harm, just wanna give ya some quiet time wit da boys and spend some time wit’cha, das all.” Then, he opened the door and led her inside.

Instantly, Oliver was meowing and jumping at Gambit, but Figaro was winding his way around her ankles. Lucifer walked right up to her, and then lifted his paws into the air, like a toddler saying ‘up!’. It had her heart melting, and she forgot all about how embarrassed she was about to be. She leaned down and picked Lucifer up, cradling him like a small child as she gave him head and chin scritches. His purring was loud enough that he was almost making up for her not being able to speak. She was just getting comfortable when it happened.

“Oh? Wa’s dis? When did Remy get two Luc’fers?” She erupted into a full body blush as she buried her face in the living Lucifer’s fur. An embarrassed wheeze of air escaped her, as if she had physically been punched in the chest with her embarrassment. Lucifer batted at her face with his paw, but there were no claws so he didn’t intend to hurt her. Gambit looked around his room, taking in the Oliver plushie on the dresser, and Figaro was on the bed, sitting next to the Figaro look-a-like. Then he spotted the little crow on the lampshade on his bedside table, and smirked, “Now, Chère. When Gambit said ‘e was waitin’ fer ‘is lil’ gif’, didn’t mean for ya to go all ou’ like dis.” Was his accent thicker? His emotions were all over the place, making her head spin.

Cinnamon, star anise, lemon, orange, bitter-pungent-mulled-cider-tannic-wine. Affection, disbelief, surprise, joy, unworthiness, concern, self-depreciation. Everything hit her at once, so much so that it brought tears to her eyes and all but drop-kicked her embarrassment out of existence. She gently lowered Lucifer to the bed and then walked over to Gambit, her own bitter-orange-pith-citrusy concern flooded her tastebuds as she placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look down at her, “Now, wha’ya go an’ make all dis fer an ol’ Brigan’, like me, eh? An’ does Remy see evidence a some’un comin’ and feedin’ his boys?” He motioned to the cat treats that he had not left on the table by the door, and she blushed again.

She frowned in thought, then pulled out her phone and started to rapidly type. After a moment, she held her phone out, and then it started talking out loud, “You said you like cats, so I made you poor imitations of your favorite cats. And you remind me of crows. Playful, mischievous, sneaky, loyal to those who earn it, vindictive to those who deserve it. And more intelligent than you let on.” She placed her free hand on her hip, as if daring him to disagree with her. She wasn’t sure where the confidence was coming from, but she would make use of it while she had it. She began typing again before Gambit could respond, “You deserve nice things, as much as you think you don’t. And don’t try and bullshit an Empath. I can literally feel what you’re feeling right now. And you DO deserve all this. I don’t know what you just called yourself, but take it back.”

Gambit’s red-on-black eyes widened in surprise, then a soft smile bloomed on his lips, “Now, where all dis come from? Lil’ Petite feel less like a chaton and more like a Tigresse. Knew you was an Empath, Wolvie tol’ us all as much. Di’n know how strong a one ya were. Impressive, no’ many can get a read on Ol’ Remy da way you seem ta’ve.” He leaned down to be at eye-level with her, his gaze never breaking from hers, “Tell Remy, if ‘e took a lil’ nibble outta ya, would ya taste as sweet as ya act? Cuz ya sweet as sugar, Chère.” She blushed at his words, but she refused to let him deflect. She began typing again, not breaking eye contact with him the entire time, “Nope. You’re not getting away with it by trying to make me blush. You. Deserve. Nice. Things.”  

This time, his smile was wider. The taste of orange and lemon mingled on her tongue as he leaned impossibly closer, making her back up. But she didn’t have far to go, after just a couple steps her back hit the wall, with Gambit’s hand braced on the wall above her head. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she stared up at him. He was bigger than her, ninety percent of the people around her were, but like this it felt like he absolutely dwarfed her. Had it been anyone else, she would have felt nothing but fear. But something about Gambit; even when caged against the wall with his larger frame surrounding her smaller one, she just felt safe. She bit her lip hard enough to bruise. Her power was clawing at her, her throat constricted as she fought the urge to vocalize anything. Her mind felt like it was splintering as she tried the hardest she ever had in her life to prevent her own emotions from influencing his.

“’S’matter, Chère? Chat got yer tongue? S’okay Belle. Yer face saying ever’t’ing yer pretty lil’ mouth won’t. See, Remy don’ care dat you won’ talk. Ya say plenty, even ‘thout words.” He leaned closer, the heat from his body surrounded her now, his scent; leather, spice and an odd almost metallic-lightning scent that she could only attribute to his power to manipulate bio-kinetic energy, was suddenly all she could focus on. He graced her with a smirk, playful and mischievous; yet sweet and sincere, as he used his thumb and pointer finger to tip her chin up, “Tell Remy ta stop, Chère, an’ ‘e will. No questions asked.”

She chewed harder on her lip, but Gamit used his thumb to pull her lip from her teeth, “None a’dat Chère. Don’ wan’ ya ta go an’ hurt y’self now. Y’ain’t even gotta say nothin’. Just nod, or shake ya head, a’ight?” She took a deep breath and nodded. His smile softened, becoming something more intimate and sincere, “Bien. Remy like ya, fillette. More’n just like. And correct ‘im if ‘e wrong, but Remy t’ink ya like ‘im too. Êtes-vous d'accord ?” The heavier and more vulnerable his emotions, the more he seemed to slip into his Creole French, that she had no idea what over half of the words meant. But she could get the gist of the meaning. She took another deep breath, and then nodded, eyes wide.