#remy lebeau

[punkerduckiememes]

[fuzzychildchopshop]

formal

Anyome got napkins? 🥲

[overh0l]

stuck in the province so i doodled some remy

[pretentiousfork]

love these two too hehe

[lizah-aart]

I made these forever ago to go with an interview-style story by @ludi-ling for @rogue-gambit-fan-zine I love them <3

[hokage]

hey there longtime xmen enjoyers its me ya boy

[astheriiiart]

gambit's ultimate power: uno reverse ✨

[atlathame]

just two guys wanted by the government

[onenillup]

Rogue and Gambit by Isa_anartist

[a-roguish-gambit]

Saw this post again and it reminded me that PDA at the turn of the century, particularly in Chinese immigrant communities was incredibly frowned upon, and while Scott and Jean are very “save room for jesus” around others, gambit, much less so, and given how touch starved she is, so long as he’s not touching bare skin and its not public public, she doesn’t mind too much. It’s still a bit of whiplash for Jubilee.

[punkerduckiememes]

[hermesserpent-stuff]

hhhhmmmm

brain goin burr over this

--

“Creed? Can you describe what is around me? I… I'm a little lost.”

“You're at a table. It's here.”

Creed takes his hand and puts it on a flat surface.

“What else? Tell me about the room? Please.”

Remy is used to being able to give a room a quick glance and judge the value of everything in it and any potential entries or exits. He feels exposed, skin itching as he fights the urge to swivel his head.

Creed makes a noise. 

“It's… It's a small motel room. One bed, one small table, which you are sitting at. There's a door to your left that leads into the bathroom. And a bit to your right is the door to the outside and a big window that is covered with a curtain. There's a tv against the wall between you and the outer door. Good enough?”

“Merci.”

Remy says, turning his hand and gripping Creed's hand. He then breathes.

“You're my eyes. I- You said I was yours down in that canyon… I don't have anyone else right now. Only you. I need you… I need your help. To know what's around. Please Creed.”

Remy feels weird asking. But he has too. He has to have someone help him.  

“Just ask and Ill describe stuff.”

Creed replies a little gruffly. Remy nods, but there is a lasting worry that gnaws. That creed will soon get sick of describing things. Remy decides to reserve the question until he absolutely cannot take the stress on not knowing any more. A granola bar is pressed into his hand along with a stick of jerky, and he eats both.

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[rogueslove]

Mr. & Mrs. X #7

[apricitasart]

My Etsy is open again after a several months long hiatus.

Bumper stickers and a couple other new stickers are up too!

[adakechi]

puppy

[card-charger-gambit]

Ace stole Baby Shane

ACE