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#Remy tag tbd
lewishamil10n · 6 months
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my boss omg.
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dramatisperscnae · 2 days
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🌹 a rose is left on the front of Remy’s car with a note, come back sugar
[Secret Admirers! || accepting]
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He looks over the note before sliding it carefully into the inside pocket of his long coat - the one on the left side, just over his heart - and enjoying the scent of the rose as he settles behind the wheel. "...Be back soon, ma moitié. Promise."
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unmeisenshi · 2 years
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The following morning, Remi and Noel were walking along what was the coast. Teleporters from the sea below were scattered along the beach.
"Thanks for coming out with me, Noel. I've been thinking a lot about Heart. It feels good to get out to clear my mind." Remi stretched her arms out as she walked.
"You're welcome. I figured it was best for you. Your thoughts have been all over the place recently." As Noel finished her sentence, she grimaced. "Oh gods. Remi!" Noel pointed forward and ran towards something.
The Floatzel looked to where Noel was pointing, and saw a Lopunny unconscious on the ground. She rushed over, and placed her paw on their neck. She began CPR, stopping every once in a while to check the Lopunny's pulse.
After many minutes, the Lopunny sat up quickly, coughing up a lot of water. Remi would pay their back, and face them. "Are you okay, ma'am? Do you-"
The Lopunny held a paw up, catching their breath. They looked at Remi with deep blue eyes. "I'm a boy... Figured I'd say that now..."
Remi nodded. "R-Right... Apologies. Do you remember anything about how you got here?"
The Lopunny nodded. "I was on a boat... Then a really bad storm rolled in... After that... Nothing." They looked at Remi. "I lived on an island called Plácido. It was burned to the ground... Some bandits led by a Pokemon named Frederick. I'm the last of my people..." They looked down.
Noel knelt down. "I'm Noel, this is Remi. We're part of a rescue team, Team Neo Destiny. We have a home here. You can stay with us for the time being."
The Lopunny looked at Noel, and nodded. "I'm Dizzy. If it's possible... Can you guys help me find Frederick? I want to make him pay..."
Remi nodded, and lightly patted Dizzy's shoulder. "In time. No need to rush things. Let's get you fighting fit and comfortable first before anything. Let's go."
Remi would help Dizzy to their feet, and would walk back towards the team's home.
DIZZY THE LOPUNNY IS HERE AND AVAILABLE FOR ASKS!
AGE: 25
GENDER: Trans (Female to Male)
BIRTHDAY: 10/21
SEXUALITY: Gay
The last citizen of Plácido. The island had a strict rule enforced - any females born into a family are to be excommunicated or slaughtered. When Dizzy was first hatched, and their parents found out that their baby was a girl, they were distraught. Unwilling to let their first born go so easily, they raised Dizzy as a boy, and hid their true identity from the island. Some knew, and would either bully them or hit on them to make them upset. To defend themselves, and to prove their worth as a man, Dizzy learned the boxing martial art, and has powerful punches as a result. Now that their home is gone, Dizzy vows to find the Pokemon responsible and make them pay. They will become defensive if a man tries to hit on them and misgenders them, usually resulting in a swift punch.
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selfship names
Here are all the ship names for my s/i x romantic f/o ships. I'm gonna try to remember to tag things with these, but I make no promises.
Tierney x Zatanna Tiertanna
Tierney x Desire Desirney
Tierney x Elektra TBD
Tierney x Bucky Winter Thespian
Tierney x Illyana Quisputin
Tierney x Yelena Quinova
Tierney x Remy TBD
Tierney x Gareth Tierreth
Tierney x Vanessa Tanessa
Lex x Johanna Jolex
Salem x Bill Billem
Ciar x Dean Calchester
Cai x Mazikeen Mazikai
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episomalvector · 2 years
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Can't believe this is Remy.
@meretrixious @lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats
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mistressxfmagnetism · 3 years
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@roi-des-voleurs
template from @octomoosey
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dadbodsarehot · 4 years
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me: i wont f/o remy this is just for fun... just a neat lil distraction.....haha foreign man sexe...
also me: [gives remy a tag on my blog, consistently falls for his bullshit, has been playing his route for three hours, keeps short circuiting every time he does anything affectionate which is every five fucking seconds]
me: haha.... f-foreign man... s-sexe...ha
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at-unpreferred · 2 years
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@foxflew  sent  a   👻  for  a  snapchat  from  lex
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trustthetingle · 3 years
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@sempcranticus liked for a lyric/quote starter - angel // theory of a deadman
“Walls are built to keep us safe until they’re crashing down.”
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suitorbayou · 3 years
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i hate @flashborn so much , look what they made me do
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faelles · 3 years
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Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine.
@lostsouldier  &  remy.
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dramatisperscnae · 7 months
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☪ (Remy, matt)
[send a thing, get a dream || accepting]
It's quiet in the cathedral, sunset streaming in through the stained glass to color the pews and the floor in a living rainbow. The place smells of candlesmoke and incense, as though mass has just ended; the altarcloth is pristine and gleaming in a combination of sun and candle-light…truly a beautiful scene. Peaceful. Pure.
A voice is praying softly, familiar words, spoken with genuine feeling rather than mere habit. Our father, who art in heaven… It's a prayer Remy knows by heart. And he knows the cadence, the rhythm, how it sounds when spoken on its own as opposed to now, spoken as part of a rosary.
He's not sure when he figured out Matt is Catholic, but it's one more thing they have in common. And now here's Matt, seated in one of the pews, head bowed, beads in hand. Praying. For what, Remy doesn't know. Absolution, perhaps? Forgiveness? But those won't be found simply by praying.
Remy reaches down to touch Matt's shoulder in silence. There's no need for words here. Just why, Remy neither knows nor cares; he just knows they're not needed. The praying stops at his touch, Matt looking up from behind those round, dark glasses he always wears. Remy's sorely tempted to remove them, to take a look at the sightless eyes the conceal, but not this time. Not this time.
Instead he simply guides Matt up, leads him out of the pew and down the aisle towards the altar. The rosary gets wound carefully around Matt's wrists, around a heavy candlestick as Remy guides him forward to bend over the altar itself. If Matt truly wishes to pray, to earn whatever forgiveness or peace he seeks, then let him try and earn it. How well can he focus on his prayers with Remy unfastening his slacks, working them down? How long will it take Matt to cry more fully to God?
How long will it take before that pristine altar cloth is no longer unstained?
Remy never finds out; as much as he tries to cling to the dream the light streaming in through his apartment window draws him out of sleep and back to the waking world. He lies there for a moment, staring at the empty side of his bed - though he generally sleeps alone Remy still has a king-sized bed purely for the luxury of it - before just chuckling softly and shaking his head. Hell of a dream…but maybe one worth revisiting for a little while longer, if his imagination can pick up where the dream itself left off.
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galaxietm · 5 years
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catch me cryin in the club over this 
(from the new 30 sec commercial released a bit ago)
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luckydcvil-blog · 6 years
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hc of the day; remy’s cats.
full offense, but if someone tells remy that they don’t like cats, it’s very likely for him to socially ‘block’ the person (blocked and unfollowed). his cats are extremely important to him (in comics, when he thought someone broke in, he pulled the kitties to safety first) and it’s just as important that the people he’s friends/or whatever else with get along with them at least on some level.
yes, remy is very much a cat lady.
they even sleep in his bed all around him, and all of that. pampered to no extent. that being said, there’s three of them:
lucifer, the orange one: he’s super sneaky and will allow belly rubs, but there’s always possibility that he’ll grab and bite just because he feels like it. pounces on people, grabs ankles from under the couch/bed, might try to climb you and is over all a trouble maker, although a cutesy one.
oliver, the grey one: a dapper cat. steals things, all the time. cleans himself after every time someone touches him. likes to be pet only in a certain way, otherwise will bite. doesn’t give anyone his toys. acts really nice to get treats, cuddles and brushes against, etc., but if realizes there’s no treats coming, he’s gone.
figaro, the white one: clumsy as hell, curious, super sweet and clueless. he’s like the baby that oliver reluctantly looks after while lucifer tries to be a bad influence. he’s always wandering off somewhere, just poking around and nibbling on things he probably shouldn’t. that’s why there’s no poisonous plants in remy’s apartment and anything that can be poison to his furry children is locked safely away.
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episomalvector · 3 years
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The kitten is being squeezed, in a manner that is probably just shy of too hard but it doesn't seem all that bothered as it dangles from the little one's arms. "Lookylookylookylooky!"
SEND ME ANONS AS MY MUSE’S CHILD (BONUS AT IMPLYING THE OTHER PARENT)
@lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats
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She smiled-- of course she also made sure that poor little kitten was alright. Nonintrusive checks as she kneels down low to be face to face with her child-- and a gentle hand glides along the kitten's soft stomach. No negative reaction-- no jumping back-- just the gentle feeling of rumbling from the depths of the kitten.
"Ah, she finally let you pick her up, huh? Look at that-- did you show daddy yet?" As soon as they had noticed her being able to be gentle with the other cats? They had decided it was time for the child to have their own kitten. It was a decision that was made after she proved that she could even get Lucifer to stick around.
"Remy!" She gave a soft little shout to her partner as she ruffled their child's hair, "Did you see that Berlioz is letting Noel-chan hold him? Gets on with these cats just as well as you do--" She didn't have much experience with animals before Remy-- not that she didn't like them... but her father hadn't. Her dark eyes are back down on the dark eyes child before her-- black sclera, red iris. That burning gaze of Remy's-- and her own. One of her gentle hands reach out and brush's some dark, messy hair from the child's face-- and oh is that kid just beaming. So very proud of their rumbling little gray kitten that hung, absolutely content, from their arms.
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evilveined · 6 years
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EVIE’S SNAPCHAT STORY ➜ FT. THE FITZ
@crownheir
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