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AHHH LOGAN FANS ARE WINNING THIS WEEK

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just remembered this redraw

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/)0w0(\ WHAT WOULD DATING LOGAN BE LIKE DUDE PLEASE PLEASE I ADORE YOU PLEASE IM FUCKING SCREAMING

- he’s not very possessive, if you’re asking. not possessive. at all

- “loGAN ISTFG PUT SCOTT DOWN OR ELSE” “but he was tryna hit on you” “he waS juST SAYING HELLO OMG”

- he’s just slightly possessive

- going on grocery runs for beer, steak and bleach for your man because the first 2 are part of his staple diet and the third is so he can bleach his eyes out every time he catches scott and jean having sex in the bathroom

- drinking contests you wonder why you even bother participating when you know logan is just going to smirk at you while he wipes out charles’ entire wine cabinet in one sitting

- “guess imma be in charge tonight ;)” “god i hate you”

- calls you “sugar” as a pet name and you want to whack him every time he says that because it does things to you you don’t want to admit

- ROAD TRIPS ON HIS MOTORBIKE!!!!! flipping off bitches in the backseat while logan chugs his beer and tries not to crash into a tree while he’s at it

- he likes it when you “act out” on him

- “hey sugar pass me a beer won’tcha?” “honey i’m not your fucking maid do it yourself” “mmm. fiesty”

- days lazing on the couch watching 1970s movie reruns with his arm around your shoulder and your head laying on his very shirtless and muscular chest as you pass a cigar from your lips to his

- most of the time he doesn’t even let you smoke though

- “but yOU SMOKE!!” “sugar i’m immortal i can smoke every pack in the drugstore and i’ll still be healthy enough to fuck your brains out” “LANGUAGE!!!!”

- oh yessss. he swears sO GODDAMN MUCH that you have to do a steve rogers on him and make him use a swear jar. he just gives you a raised eyebrow like “really??? you think that little jar is gonna stop me??” and then you tell him no sex for a month and he’s immediately putty in your hands

- “look dear you’re swearing. in a house. full of KIDS” “uhh you know most of them are like. sixteen right?” “KURT IS STILL INNOCENT I WILL NOT LET YOU CORRUPT HIS PURE BLUE SOUL”

- logan will never let you go on a mission without him because “fuck no sugar i just lost my family i’m not gonna lose you either” 

- you’re actually really touched by his sentiment but you still tell him that “you can take perfect care of yourself and he can’t stop you all the time, you possessive dork” and he just sighs and grins at you in a “that’s why i love you” kind of way

- “you’re tough. and hot. like that in a lady” “thanks dear. now fuck off” 

- he’s a bit tsundere in his affections. doesn’t really initiate cuddling or hugs but will find the slightest opportunity to kiss you in front of people as a “fuck you, this is my woman, don’t fucking touch her” dominance kind of thing

- you think he’s being ridiculous so you knee him in the shin every time he goes all alpha male on you because “fuck you i’m not your goddamn property” and he just smirks and you wonder if he gets off on being pushed around by you or something lmao

- will fuck you anywhere, anytime, no fucking problem-o until it becomes a legitimate problem and charles has to mindwipe everyone in the mansion because jean saw you two going at it and freaked out and accidentally broadcasted it to everyone in a twenty-mile radius

- “sorry chuck. won’t do it again” “…logan you are aware that i can read your mind right?” “eh. i tried”

- it’s on rare occasions where he starts freaking out from a nightmare about his past and you’ll have to shake him awake because fuck his claws are out and he’s probably gonna accidentally kill you in your sleep

- he wakes up with heavy breathing against your neck and you have to cradle his face in your hands and kiss him gently and tell him that he’s safe, it’s over, he’s okay now

- sometimes he looks at you like he can’t believe you’re not dead yet

- despite his lack of affections, has never once forgotten to tell you that he loves you with every fibre of his being, all without breaking eye contact and holding onto you in his arms

i wanted to see what kind of shit i’ll write while incatozicated hi anon sorry imf drunk

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Virgil redesign ig

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the squeal I just squealed.

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current emotion: fuckin nerdy lil baby

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Wolverine. :'D

Send in a name of a muse from any fandom and I will try to play that muse out in one ask.

"Elf." His voice, already coarse from years of abuse, of drinking and smoking and rough cowboy growling, came out as only a hoarse, barely audible whisper. Because if he spoke to loudly, if he moved too quickly, the spectre would disappear. In a puff of smoke, perhaps, just to be cruel. Just to dig the knife that pierced his ribs deeper into his chest, carving a hole that certainly would not heal. 

It was strange how little a healing factor could help matters of the mind and the heart. Strange how, at the same time, for the first time, he would do anything to forget - but that he didn't want to forget at all. 

Then, in a rush, his courage found him. The pain and the longing turned into movement and his body moved forward of it's own accord, broad palms reaching for blue fur and expecting not the soft touch of fur and flesh but rather air - intangible, untouchable, and gone. 

He was there, though, undeniably so. For a moment, Logan's hands rested upon his friend's shoulders, his eyes tearing up and down Kurt's form, breathing in his scent deeply. It was him. It had to be- But it wasn't, It couldn't be.

So many people described rage as hot - as a fire that burned deep within. But this was an empty sort of anger, the greedy, cold kind, that sought out energy and fire and devoured everything in it's path. Black tinged the edges of his vision and he lifted the imposter, slamming him against the wall with a guttural cry of anger and pain.

"---The FUCK-?!" 

Who did they think they were? Who did they think they were fucking with? They would regret it - he would make sure of it.

"Take off that fuckin' disguise or so help me god-" Now that was a snarl - near feral and promising pain, Logan growled as he pressed his fist against the man's throat, two claws inching out on either side. Nicking his flesh, drawing blood, though the savage mutant hardly cared. The third, centre, and final claw hovered - pressed just barely against their skin, waiting for it's chance.

"Take it off, or I'm drawin' this out an' makin' y'regret y'er sick fuckin' game, bub,"

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thewinchestersangel replied to your post “eh ehm katie just how young r u prepared to go? colin wasnt young enough for youy anymore ehhH?”

haha he was a cutie yes and hockey players plS..ugh imagine colin playing ahockey player kajdsaukhsd

oHMYGOD!! LOGAN!! You can't just go around throwing these thoughts at me like this!! MY OVARIES CANT HANDLE SUCH THINGS!! fkajjf;oewfijfnA!!