#remylemeow

[diffcall]

“ i’m the original family disappointment. ”

PINTEREST !! // accepting

                   you ever laughed milk out your nose? 

      how about beer?

                   clint gags on the sudsy, untimely rebuttal of his drink. he slaps a hand on the counter and snorts to clear his nose, half-squinting at remy through the burning hellfire in his face. “shit,” a chuckle blows through the words. “what can i say to that?” other than… like, same? maybe it’s a sad similarity. clint’s thoughts are vicious enough to pit them in an imaginary round in the ring: 

      sure says the ref, you’re the family disappointment but did you have the bruises to prove it? 

                    “you’re in good company.” reassurance is key with shit like this, right? dishing it is so far from taking it. realms away and clint has no finesse. bedside manners lack in the face of honesty. “because…” he points at himself. taps a few times into his chest - good and hard. “mm.”

     misery loves company and so do family disappointments.                   

[nightwontlast-a]

💘 @remylemeow​​ said, “Should I have my lawyer present?” Murder Most Foul Starters // accepting !

          ❝ No,  there’s no need for that.  I’m not a cop,  see :   I’m a private investigator.  I got no power to arrest you.  I’m actually lookin’ for information regarding a Doctor Crocker,  if you're familiar ?  That’s really what brings me here. ❞   Not whatever you’ve done,  as we’re both no doubt aware.

[dcvilment]

@remylemeow ❛ whatever it is you’re looking for … i’m not it. ❜

Ah, yeah - this age old tale. A tale of a self-deprecating hero, a sorrowful man, a has-been optimist turned sour in the twists of time. Remy had seen this before, countless times; Hell, he was still young, yet he’d been that man. Cue one of his crooked little smiles. A chuckle.

   “I ain’t lookin’ for anythin’. Certainly not perfection.” He gave the other a once-over - which, of course, Matt couldn’t see. But, well - maybe the curve on Remy’s lips was at least audible for him. Both warmth and mild amusement present in his tone;      “N’ even if I was, lucky for you, what I’m lookin’ for ain’t up for you t’ decide.”

These sorts of conversations could be damn right nerve wracking with you couldn’t see the expression on someone’s face. So much of communication was body language. At best Matt could sense certain things but knowing the look on Remy’s face wasn’t one of them. Matt really wasn’t trying to sound like a downer but that insecurity had just slipped out. 

Lucky for Matt, Remy seemed able to find some amusement out of this. Humor solved most things, didn’t it? Especially coming out of a smart mouth like Rem’s.  Eyes crinkled slightly behind red shades as Matt smiled some. “Smart ass,” he said softly before taking a breath and nodding briefly. He turned his head to the side a bit with a small furrow of his brow. “Are you smiling?”

[daggersandpoison-moved]

@remylemeow​  ♡ for a starter

         “Denerim certainly has its charm. Especially when random people attack you at street corners.”

[araedi]

“You probably look nothing like your statue. Oh, wait - you do. Huh.”

[Gods and deities sentence starters]

“I have a statue?”

Perhaps he shouldn’t have sounded quite so surprised. All considered it made more sense on Midgard than anywhere else - albeit over a thousand years prior. History had made its advances, however, and he had not thought upon there existing anything more contemporary. 

Vain though he might be, such a concept was bizarrely uncomfortable to think too long upon. “Those always seemed more my brother’s area,” Thor replied with an amused snort. His expression turned wry, then. “Or are you going to show me one of those old carvings which look more like my father than me?”

@remylemeow

[sloppyritch]

@remylemeow - cont. from here

He pursed his lips, a feigned look of irritation on his face. “It’s for Halloween, asshole,” he began, jabbing Remy playfully with his elbow. “But, now that I think about it, seein’ you in a pair of tights and some spandex definitely isn’t not wanted.” He grinned, then, devilish and as seductive as Richie Tozier could manage. “You’re right, though—pink is definitely your color. Or black- oh shit! You could be Cat Woman...I mean, you basically already are, we just need a body suit. I’m like ninety-nine percent sure I’ve seen one in your closet.”

[venomiisms]

meme: (MOSTLY)   ANGSTY   DRABBLE   PROMPTS  -  "It's not an easy thing to admit when you're wrong, and that's why I won't do it."

@remylemeow​

 The   S P I D E R - W O M A N   chuckled,   folding   her   arms   under   her   chest.   ❛ I   expect     N O T H I N G   L E S S   from   you. ❜

[remylemeow]

                                            ONE RAJIN’ CAJUN!

                                                                @remylemeow

mun friendly and of age, 5+ years of writing experience as Gambit. multi-everything.

[originalbirdboy]

❝ There’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle. ❞

@remylemeow

“Ain’t that the truth? I’ve heard mutants be called miracles before and we’re kind of scary sometimes.” There were certainly some people who could be called horrifying, and probably had in the past as well.

[sonofasymbol]

@remylemeow || from here ( x ) 

The way Remy stumbles over his words is enough to make him laugh, but James very skillfully muffles his chuckles behind his hand. The other man’s probably already past the point of embarrassment anyway. “Sometimes.” He replies, content to just let the brunette ramble on. But a demonstration? Well. The blond shrugs a shoulder, holding both arms out wide. “Alright, c’mere.” 

[revenantwalkin]

❛❛ C’mere. Lean on me. ❜❜

soft caring sentence compilation @remylemeow❌

           He didn’t say anything for moment, spits out the glob of blood in his mouth before slowly pushing himself up on his knees taking the hand the Mutant held out and lets himself be pulled up to his feet. 

“ Y-you get ‘em ” He asked with a groan ,  gets his feet back under him and tries to move away only to almost fall again. He avoids this by gripping onto Remy and growls. " Fuck...just...give me a moment. " 

[nightwontlast-a]

💘― @remylemeow​​ asked, “ Is that … what your blood looks like ? Are you hurt ? ” starters for robots // eagerly accepting !

.         Not one to trust lightly,  Valentine is at once well on his guard when he hears this question,  no matter how well ‒ meaningly it is asked.  His eyes flick up & down with quick,  digital movements,  looking him over,  satisfying him that at least the man is not one of the raiders.  No,  this was one of the guys that the raiders were harassing  there before all hell broke loose‒‒‒‒    good of him to stop & check on the detective,  really.

          ❝ Yeah,  uh...   looks like I got banged up pretty good there, ❞    Valentine admits.  He moves his hand.  There’s a slick,  blue fluid on it,  coating his palm,  his fingers.  Blood after a fashion ;   it’s the closest thing he’s got to it.  Means the same things to him as it does to a human,  too,  especially when he’s been hurt.    ❝ Damn.   You wouldn’t happen t’ have anything I can use t’ stem th’ bleedin’,  would you ? ❞    Not that the wound will close on its own.

[dcvilment]

@remylemeow

   “Lissen - ain’t no cats draggin’ me. I drag m’self.”       Not really the burn he thinks it is, but, well.

“Oh you do, do you?” Matt bit back a laugh but there was enough humor evident in his tone and the way his eyes crinkled a bit behind his red glasses. He needed that, something to make him smile. Remy was great for that. “It’s been too long, gotten arrested since you last saw me?”

[weroyals]

♛:: @remylemeow​​ said, ❝ you look exhausted. ❞ Luther sentence starters // accepting !

            He felt exhausted,  too.  Even a behemoth ghoul like Charon had to stop eventually,  however long that took.  Sweat glistening on his skin where it was intact,  especially on his face ;   a slight curve to his posture that never would have been seen in him otherwise.  His powerful arms were without their great strength,  crossed in a façade of simply holding himself proud.

          Ahrukhal had not been kind to him.

          ❝ Forgive me, ❞    he said slowly,  bowing his head with clouded eyes cut toward Remy.  His expression did not change ;   typical of him.    ❝ I do not mean to be...   displeasing to you.  I assure you that I am still perfectly capable of engaging in combat,  should the need arise. ❞

[araedi]

[Starter for @remylemeow ]

“You have been here almost as long as I.”

As far as first words went to a potential new companion, Thor reasoned that they could have been far worse. Over the course of the last few hours (mostly spent working through the bar’s selection of ales), it hadn’t failed to slip his notice that there was a rather intriguing mortal also frequenting the place. They failed to strike him as familiar, and yet something nagged that there was more to this man than appearances offered.

Initially he tried to ignore this feeling, impulsivity too often a failsafe manner in which to welcome more chaos to his life. It was, however, an urge which could not be denied and only further encouraged after a few more pints. Sidling further up the bar, he had taken up a place only a few seats down from the stranger and cast him a sidelong glance.  “I trust all is well?”

[sloppyritch]

@remylemeow - cont. from here

“I got you,” he cooed again, wrapping his arm around the other, body and hand keeping his arms to his side. His other hand had been lifted, fitted to the curvature of his cheek, gently keeping his head turned toward him. He leaned in to press his forehead against Remy’s, not caring who saw (but, at this point, most bystanders had fled, the discomfort of the witnessed altercation motivation enough).

Richie’s heart ached to see him like this and there was little more that he could do to comfort him than reassure that he wasn’t going anywhere. He would always have him.

Oh, how little he knew.

“Dude, what was that about..?” he asked quietly.