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This blog is archived! Logan is over here now!

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Logan is moving to his very own main blog! I’ll post the link when it’s ready later tonight and this blog will still be around, but archived. 

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“The first month I was like, sure - fine - probably not Hugh Jackman and/or Krysten Ritter. But in the coming months the evidence has stacked up - starting with the fact you tried to throw me off the trail by saying you weren’t, in fact, Hugh Jackman. 

Classic deflection move. I bet you didn’t count on the fact that I’ve watched every episode of Law & Order there is available - even the boring ones like plain Law & Order and Criminal Intent ( or as I like to call it ‘honey mustard Law & Order’ ) so I’d see all of the signs.

Exhibit A, taken directly from your rules. ‘Responses are often queued and levels of activity vary depending on how life is going.’ You mean a life filled with stardom and fame, being 2008′s sexiest man alive? Sound familiar? 

Exhibit B - I’ve legit heard you say and seen you use words like, ‘mate,’ ‘g’day,’ and  ‘kookaburra.’ … usually out of context, but the point still stands. 

Exhibit C - your Logan is a high quality cut of great. A little too great, if you ask me… 

Ladies and gentlemen of the dash, I rest my case. I’m onto you, Chantal. If that’s even your name.” 

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@icanhearthcm:

After taking a brief moment to adjust his legs and slide them in front of him on the bed, Charles rested back with a comfortable sigh. Leaning against Logan was akin to leaning against a padded brick wall in a lot of ways- idly Charles wondered how much the man actually weighed as he took another sip of his beer and nodded.

“Mmh- this is good.” Continuing on with a bit of bluster to hide the strange fragility he felt, he smirked faintly, “I might stay the night. Just to make sure you don’t fall apart in your sleep.”

If Logan’s brow hadn’t already been creeping up his forehead at the comment that his cheap beer was good, it definitely did when Charles suggested spending the night. Along with it came a slow grin, creeping into one corner of his mouth at a time as he considered Charles with a look that was just short of smug. 

“If you’re staying, I might not get any sleep,” he pointed out, paused, and back-tracked; “Because of all this...” He gestured at his own torso. “Nightmares ’re bound to creep in. Last thing we need is you gutted open too...” 

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@explosiivepersonality:

“Do you?” He said softly, a smile curling at his lips as his finger ran all the way down to Logan’s skin. There was nothing but adoration in his actions, and the look on his face, loving every inch of that man right down to his mutation. His smile grew a little more bashful as he had a thought of being bent over the kitchen table Logan’s weight pinning him down as he runs his claws down his back. The proposition of celebratory drinks soon washed away that thought. “Sounds good. I’ll need to change though.” 

“Mhm...” Even though it was a grunt of agreement, it was a couple minutes more before Logan decided to follow through with actually moving, comfortable as he was with his head in Wade’s lap. Claws retracted into his hand, which he settled on the other’s thigh to squeeze as he pushed himself to his feet. “I’ll... well, I’m not changing,” he muttered, already in jeans and his staple flannel. That didn’t stop him from following Wade to the bedroom, though -- in case he needed a hand. 

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[ going to try and get some drafts done tonight maybe, but I’m still recuperating from a migraine so also maybe not. BUT I WILL TRY GDI ]

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@praedixerat:

“Little bit of both,” she commented with a mouth full of ice cream, tilting her head to the empty spot beside her. “If you’re gonna pop in and join me ya gotta take the boots off, though.” A small smile crosses her features when she looked at her father before she pat the spot beside her.

Logan hesitated a minute before bending down to unlace boots, toeing them off to pad across the room on sock-feet. He hardly ever walked anyplace other than his own house without shoes on, not because he didn’t like the feeling, but because that gesture of taking them off always felt a little too much like settling in. That was a hard thing for him to do.

“So.” Sinking down onto the couch next to her, he peered in at the ice cream -- even though he could smell its flavour from across the room. “What’re you little-bit-of-both sulking about?” 

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@xtogetherwefallapartx:

“Show him what? How to eat? or that he left leftovers and then you scowl him for it so he thinks better of it next time?” now he was just confused. clearly he was not out to kill the poor thing, which was a relief. Not that he had any troubles with death, none at all, humans or animals, but unnecessary death... that was a different thing.

Eros followed the man silently, like his feet just barely touched the ground as he walked. “I could probably find him faster.” he said after another few moments of silence. “From up there.” he gestured back up to the treetops and the sky. he would have a greater overview.

“How to eat -- and not to waste,” Logan agreed, eyes on the forest’s undergrowth as they walked though all other senses were still peeled for a sign of the bear. At the suggestion, he glanced from Eros’ expression, back to wings and up towards the overcast sky, blinking into the rain. “Fine. I’ll follow you from down here an’ you call back when you find him. -- Just don’t spook him.”

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@explosiivepersonality: 

Wade’s stomach fluttered as it was poked, smiling down at him brightly. His eyes practically lit up when Logan extended one of his claws, his smile softened at the sentiment. “That’s so sweet.” He uttered, running his finger along the blunt side of the metal with a look of admiration on his face as he did, “But I don’t have any metal bones to give to you. Just regular boring bones.” 

“I happen to kinda like your regular boring bones,” Logan murmured around a grin, keeping his hand still while Wade traced over his claws. He was glad to know that the stabbing incident hadn’t put Wade off of them altogether. The claws were as much a part of him as anything, and the last thing he wanted was for Wade to be threatened by them. “We should go out.” Glancing back up to Wade’s featured, he brought his other hand up, with no claws, to sweep along one stubbled cheek. “Celebratory drinks... we can finish watching the game at the pub. What’d’you say...?”

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@batteredoptimist:

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Logan tightened his grip by increments, playing along to all of James’ reactions and responses. Rolling his hips upwards, jeans tight against James’ rear, he moaned lowly, breathless and with his free hand moving from James’ thigh to his own belt, fumbling to unfasten it, by now perhaps not so leery of the vines and foliage around them. 

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@miimicked:

                                                   ❛   damn   good   is   good.      ❜                  a   smile   stained   her   mouth.      her   guard   was   starting   to   be   dropped   more   and   more   as   she   laid   underneath   him.   each   little   layer   could   be   pulled   away   with   the   right   sort   of   touches   and   these   moments   her   HONESTY   could   come   through.   it   was   light   again,   relaxed,   and   it   was   almost   lazy.   the   hate   she   felt   before   had   been   calmed   by   the   constant   her   body   had   a   SQUIRMING   SENSATION   to   it,   and   the   more   relaxed   she   got   the   more   she   allowed   the   blue   to   flicker   and   fade   under   his   touch.   she   knew   he   LIKED   IT.   a   leftover   memory   of   his   feral   days.   she   let   out   a   smile   and   ran   her   fingertips   against   the   side   of   his   face,   flicking   her   nails   against   his   beard   before   giving   him   a   shrug.   she   was   much   LIGHTER   now.   a   far   cry   from   the   moments   ago.   the   blonde   had   lost   her   edge,   and   she   didn’t   mind   him   knowing   that.            ❛   you   know   i   like   you   ON   YOUR   KNEES.   ❜                     a   laugh   left   her   mouth   as   she   bent   her   knee,   tapping   it   against   his   thigh.

The grin that crept into his features at her comment was nothing short of wicked as Logan moved away from Raven entirely, climbing off the bed to kneel on the floor at the foot of it. He gripped her hips and dragged her down over the bedding with her hair fanning behind her until she was almost hanging off the edge, then he leaned in -- on his knees -- to bite at her inner thigh, not too hard but surely to leave a mark. 

“I know,” he echoed around a quiet chuckle, words uttered in between open-mouthed kisses tracking inwards to center. 

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@scarlxtqueen:

Normally, Wanda wasn’t one to swear so openly. Not in English, anyways. It was almost a comfort to hear his normal course and colorful vocabulary. Enough so that the faintest of smiles pulled at her lips before falling again. “Did not think you were ever one for plans.” It was the most she could muster in her state but an obvious tease directed at him. But she didn’t truly respond to his admittance that what happened to him still lingered. She didn’t want to really think about how it was going to leave her later on.

“Who is friend?” Not that she wasn’t going to trust whoever it was. If Logan trusted them then that must mean something. And she was ready to get out of there, ready to get back HOME. Even though she knew it would still be hell in her mind. 

“Her name’s Yukio. She’s a rōnin -- a samurai, prob’ly about your age,” Logan explained, finally getting up and he opened his driver’s-side door before shutting hers so that he didn’t interrupt the conversation as he climbed in behind the wheel and started the vehicle. “Thinks she’s my bodyguard ‘cause she had my back once when my healing factor was depleted. She’s damn good at what she does, and reliable as hell.”

As he drove off back towards the main road, he kept keen eyes peeled out all windows and mirrors for a sign of anybody with a mind to follow them out of there, but so far the terrain was empty and the only scent he could track through the rolled down window was their own.

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@explosiivepersonality:

“That is so rude. Cadbury eggs are amazing.” Then again there wasn’t an awful lot Wade wouldn’t eat. He continued to comb his fingers through Logan’s hair, even when he shifted a little, it was proving quite relaxing for him too – though perhaps that might have been the afterglow of good news, and impending celebrations. He laughed softly at Logan’s question, “You’re real eager huh? I don’t know, let’s get matching Green Lantern Corps rings.”

Logan snorted, reaching a hand up to jab Wade playfully in the stomach. “Animated, right? I don’t think so, baby... If I could make you a wedding ring out of anything it’d be this.” He brought out claws on one hand, watching metal shimmer in the glow of the television. “Indestructible -- and rare as hell. You’d never find another ring like this.” 

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@explosiivepersonality:

“Exactly. Which is why you always stash emergency cash in a frozen yogurt tub. Nobody’s gonna look there. Your baby’s thrifty, huh?” He looked genuinely proud of himself. He shifted himself on Logan’s lap, pulling the tub back off the table, “I’ve never actually had a house before… I’ve honestly never even had someone who wanted to live with me before either, really.” 

“Wonder why,” Logan teased, though it was followed up by a kiss to Wade’s jaw. “I’m not exactly roommate material either, so really -- s’not surprising that we’re hitting it off on the domestic scale, huh...? Here’s another one, closer to downtown. Two bedrooms again, duplex though. Don’t really like the sound of that, unless we bought out both halves with the yogurt fund. One side for superhero business, the other for regular living?”