ππππππππ - an independent interpretation of WOLVERINE. highly selective & headcanon based. taken from the universe & written as an indie creation. motifs of animalistic instincts & the desire to become human again. carrd ( wip ).
please do NOT rush me for replies, i work my family's business & i do not often check my phone while i'm there. there is never a time where i am intentionally ignoring anyone; i simply do run out of steam at times, as work gets exhausting from time to time. i tend to write my replies in the early, early morning - or on my days off. if i haven't replied to something that you are itching to receive a reply to, and it seems that i won't answer it: you can appropriately approach me about it in a non - confrontational manner & i can figure something out for you ! remember: communication is key !
NSFW MATERIAL will be present on this blog, mainly in the form of dark material. because of this, i'm not comfortable with minors being anywhere near this blog. if you are under the age of eighteen, do not attempt to follow me, it will result in a hard block. do not lie about your age to get interaction, everything comes to surface one way or another.
I PRIORITIZE FEMALE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. i'm a lesbian femme out of character & i will not hide my support for my fellow women. if this is something that upsets you, or offends you, my blog is likely not for you. i want to see my fellow women thrive. i will always boost the promos of FEMALE MUSES & if you are a MALE CANON - i encourage you to do the same.
i am diagnosed narcoleptic, & i am on medication that keeps me awake to do important things like: drive & work. however, it tends to wear off during the end of the day. so, very rarely will you see me active during the night !! i tend to post all of my ic content during the morning, because that is when my medication that keeps me awake is fresh & helping me !
if you do not cut your posts, i will not follow back. i apologize for this inconvenience, but i do not want long posts on my dash. if you need assistance on learning how to cut your posts, i would be happy to help you !! just shoot me a dm & i can point you in the direction of how to do this.
my muse is very HARD to get along with, this does not reflect my feelings of you or your muse. i adore original characters & people's interpretations of canon muses. i will NEVER use my muse's actions as a means to shade you.
DRAMA is not appropriate for this blog. do not drag me into it, do not drag any one down. simply be kind to one another. i'm not interested in mocking any one or ganging up on them. i would like for a positive experience for everyone.
How do you get so much attention/interaction on almost everything you post? I try to socialize with others, and engage, too. But, any time I post or try, it is met with silence... I'm unsure if it's my personality of perhaps I'm not the most approachable? I'm just looking for pointers, is all.
i think there is a lot of blogs that don't get attention that deserve to get attention, so i absolutely 1000 percent understand where you are coming from with this !!
to answer your question ... the best way to describe it is i'm like ... basically an rp nepo baby ahwklahw i came from a really ""popular"" blog already - and the people who truly cared about me stuck with me. you'll find the longer that you are on here, the more people that you will find will care about you regardless of the character that you play.
other than this, my number one super tip !! always be kind, treat people with kindness. this is crucial to making an impact, because if you aren't kind ... no one will really want anything to do with you?
other than that, i also write like a metric fuckton. interaction with people & a multitude of people goes a long, long way. show you care to everyone that you write with, regardless of "popularity". i could give less of a shit if my mutuals have 500 followers or 5 followers. it means nothing to me. as long as we are having a GOOD TIME.
however - it's also all about who you know, who accepts you & stuff like that. i can't sugarcoat it & be like ... i'm not accepted because of the people who accept me. it's because of the people who have shown vulnerability and love to me that i have been able to get the attention that i have & i am so grateful for it. the best thing to do is keep your head up high & display a positive outlook on things for people. they can tell when you are radiating negativity, or when you're not being genuine. i don't allow myself to get tied up in drama or shit - talking behaviors of any kind. i only speak positively about those i surround myself with. at the end of the day, i just want to make silly content with silly people !!
also i never made a little announcement but i changed my alias subtley from JACK to JAK bc .. i wanted a unique spelling. i had seen callouts in the past for ppl with the same penname as me & i was uncomfortable people would think it was me, so i changed it up a widdle bit just so it's more clear which jack is me jak - but i will never be mad if u still call me jack with a c
i fucked up a check today that wasn't ours & my dad got super, super mad at me. he made me take it over to the aqua mechanic it was actually for and tell them it was my fault that the check was now ruined. thankfully, THANKFULLY - i look like i'm 16, so the automechanic that was working there was like telling me it was okay and it was the post lady's fault for delivering his check to us. but i was like literally shitting myself over having to go there and tell him i destroyed his 100+ dollar check bc ... it's his money?? but he was very sweet and said he will just request a new check from the client and i don't have to worry about it ;A;
Sai glanced over at Logan and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. If it weren't for the fact that they were hiking through a forest to check out an abandoned building that'd supposedly had some suspicious activity, she would've smacked him upside the head. She'd been going solo for most of her life. If she had a habit of losing her direction, she would've been dead by now.
"If we get lost, I'll make sure to blame you for it somehow." Was it a good idea to sass a man with an adamantium skeleton? Probably not but she'd done things dumber and way more dangerous than that. Besides, she highly doubted that he'd attack her over a dumb comment like that. It'd be more concerning if he did.
If there was anyone else in this forest, she certainly hadn't felt their presence yet. The ninja had been using her psionic powers to ensure that they weren't ambushed. If there had been anything suspicious going on in this forest, the suspects had either abandoned the area completely or were away to do something else.
"The area seems dead, could be a false alarm. Would've be the first time the info was wrong."
he felt comfortable in the woods, it was somewhere that he spent a lot of his life. though, hiking to find an abandoned building was like finding a needle in a haystack. they didn't know the exact location of it. something general, hoping that it would still be there. it was a wonder how humans got this much technology out in the middle of the woods - but, if you wanted to hide something enough ... he supposed it was worth the annoying effort of doing so.
βΒ sure, blame the tracker. i can't get a scent on this place. β she wasn't in any danger teasing him. he was no stranger to back & forth banter; in fact, he loved it. LOGAN would have been more scared if she had taken all of the accountability & blamed herself. his temper was bad, but it wasn't so bad that he was going to bust someone's skull over making a quip with him.
if she hadn't picked anything up yet, and neither did he, it was most likely that they were following a dead lead. they had gone this far into the woods, turning back now felt like admitting defeat. it felt like the right place - perhaps the place was underground or something ... that wouldn't have shocked him either. though, it still didn't make any sense as to why she hadn't picked anything up - her skills were sensitive to these kinds of situations; if anyone would have found something, it would have been her.
βΒ let's not give up yet. i got another mile in me. maybe - it'll pop up. we might just be looking for something too obvious. maybe it's a trap door covered in leaves or some shit - just, watch your step. β
@wolfeign sent: " i like cats ... " he says quietly, looking at the small black shape coming towards him. it's rare that he would admit to such, pretending that he was too tough for little creatures. but deep down, he had a soft spot for animals. he loved them.
anyone who gains the approval of his cat is as good as in with himself. though arthur is a friendly creature he is discerning. he can't help but allow a small smile to flicker over his lips as he watches the feline bound up to greet their guest, meowing and sniffing curiously. it really only takes a few seconds before he's rubbing up against logan as if he has known him since kittenhood. β looks like the feeling's mutual, β emil comments, amusement dancing in his eyes.
β found the little brat in a dumpster, but he's so spoiled now you would've thought he was born with a silver spoon stuck in his mouth. β emil eyes the two for a second before he adds β you can pick him up, he won't bite. probably. β
he allows the cat a chance to become familiar with him, his hand held out for him to sniff. he's in - tune with the nature of animals, how they come to be comfortable with humans. it doesn't take long for the cat to rub up against him, emitting purrs as it asks for more attention. when EMIL tells him that he's fine with being picked up, LOGAN scoops the cat up in his arms - holding him like a baby. pets to the face & the neck. he can't get enough of the little creature. he had a soft - spot for animals, one that he didn't like to show off in front of many people. it doesn't quite seem like the other is eager to mock him for his interest in his pet - quite the opposite.
βΒ i've taken care of a few strays before, they become like family once you start feeding them. β all attention to the cat, no eye contact is being made as he speaks. βΒ if i had a solid place to live, i'd probably have taken them in myself. sucks to know that so many people leave them out on the street. they can fend for themselves, but - it's not the same as having a home. β
hi my name is jak and i write things including uhhhhh and ummmm. my blog is not intended for anyone under the age of 69 & i only interact with mutuals; semi - selective. please like or reblog this post if you stan a real baby girl.
also, i've never shared before - but my therepy location specializes in therapy dogs & a part of my bi - weekly sessions is exposure therapy through spending the first few minutes with one of the dogs at the location ... they are such well behaved boys ...
max thought we were playing and he tried to bite me & i screamed really loud. thankfully my dad was still at the office to calm the situation down. i'm terrified of dogs from being attacked by one as a child. so i've been healing through max - but when he gets aggressive randomly i cannot handle it. it's so rare that he does, but he was playing with a cup & i moved it, he instantly went to bite me and i panicked
Despite her small fear that some kid would see and get the entirely wrong idea, Rogue was glad Logan had offered. She doesnβt fear that the other students will harm her, but old habits die hard, and she spent too long on the streets worried about what could happen if she fell asleep in the wrong place.
Walking through the door, her first instinct was to scan the room. She'd been here before, and she could tell he had done little to make the room his. They'd both come to this place with little more than the clothes on their backs, and it showed. She still hadn't added much personality to her own room, so she couldn't judge him. The only thing she had in there that was of any value to her was something of Logan's. His dog tags were tucked safely in the drawer next to her bed. She rarely took them out on missions or even field trips for fear of losing them.
She kicked off her boots, not bothering to unlace them, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Rogue turned to look at Logan as she hesitated to fully lay down. "You won't leave, right? I don't want to put you out, but I'd feel better knowing you were nearby."
he wasn't worried about someone getting the wrong idea - knowing that she was like a daughter to him. he was well aware of her fears, the fact that she couldn't fall asleep in unknown places - but his room wasn't unknown, and he would be there. it was safer than anywhere else on the school grounds. she wouldn't have to worry about someone else coming to bother her - he didn't allow visitors. his room was perfectly quiet, unlike the dorms, where they had to share their rooms with other students.
his room wasn't much to look at - the same as when he got it. though, that had it's own charm to it. he wasn't the kind of man that was easily impressed by physical items. didn't need trophies of his missions to make him feel like he had done something special. the item that he cared for most - he had given to her, his dog tags, with his name engraved on them. they were special to him, which is exactly why he wanted her to hold onto them. aside from that, he might have had a bottle of alcohol lingering in the room - it wasn't much, but it was enough to keep him happy. a history book from the mansion's library sat on his bedside table; not his own, but still something that he leafed through when he was searching for himself. it didn't jog many memories, but he was trying to recall his past days.
βΒ i won't leave, kiddo. β he says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as well. she was already getting herself comfortable there - boots scattered on the floor. he wouldn't have been so cruel as to run out when she had fallen asleep - not when she was looking for his presence. βΒ you need me, i'm here. get some shut eye. that wound isn't going to heal itself. β
She'd seen him look, the way his eyes occasionally glanced at the neckline of her dress. He wasn't the first, several men - and a few women - had done the same. It was the whole point behind the dress, whether she liked it or not.
It wasn't like she wasn't doing the same with him. She was so used to seeing him in a tshirt and jeans, seeing him in a tuxedo was a sight to be enjoyed. Especially since she didn't know if she'd get a chance again.
Taking another sip of wine, she let the warmth it brought spread through her. It would take more than one glass of wine to make her truly drunk, half a glass was enough to take the edge of her anxiety off.
"I've seen the news stories," she replied. "Hell, I'm fairly sure I'm in the background of a few..." She shook her head.
Setting her glass down, she leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiatorial whisper. "I know we're not supposed to, but I could use my powers on them..." She glanced towards the stage where a microphone stood. The band that had been playing was currently on break and the stage was empty. "I could sing for them...get all our funding in just a few minutes..."
Before he could react, she sat back. "I'm kidding. I would never force anyone..."
he wasn't immune to the charms of a pretty woman in an equally as beautiful dress. taking the chance to enjoy her company as he would have liked - though, not enough so that it would have caused discomfort. his own outfit was out of the ordinary for himself, usually preferring a flannel & some washed out jeans. he didn't like the feeling of a tuxedo - it was suffocating at best. but when a show needed to be put on, they delivered it. he didn't doubt that her dress was just as uncomfortable as his own garb.
the alcohol wasn't something to get drunk off of - had he been able to do so in the first place. something to take the edge off at best. he wished that he could have felt a slight tingle from it - his body forcing the feeling out of him as soon as it came.
βΒ we all get our five minutes of fame. you'll have a news special by the end of the year. β was he joking? maybe. some truth to his statement, as much as the humans hated mutants; they loved to learn about them - whether it benefitted them or not, they wanted to know the ins & outs of all of their powers.
leaning in towards her when she lowers her voice, he cracks a smile at her words. she was quite the funny girl. not even the PROFESSOR would dream of using his ability on the party - goers to get what they wanted. it would have been so simple to do, yet it was off - limits. βΒ you're crafty, i like that. β a low chuckle. βΒ let's not get ourselves in trouble with the man in charge. as easy as it would be, we'd get crazy backlash for that. β the thought was appealing in nature. skipping the idle chatter & getting right down to business. but they couldn't make a bad name for themselves. it would have affected the way that everyone thought about them.
βΒ at least we know one thing, if they are here: they don't hate us. β
"Aww hell Logan I didn't know you cared" Sean said with a heavy amount of teasing in his tone. He moved aside and motioned for the other man to step in. He went back over to his desk and fell into the chair with a long sigh.
"I didn't think there would be so much paperwork involved in owning a business. I should have hired someone for all this I guess."
He laughed lightly and set his gaze back to Logan. "I'd ask if you have been staying out of trouble, but I figure I might already know the answer."
βΒ someone has to make sure you aren't dead down here. β he takes his spot in the chair across from the desk, making himself comfortable. the office wasn't stuffy - not like some that he had been in. perhaps, it was because of his familiarity with the owner of it. knowing that he wasn't there to be cross - examined. he'd been in plenty of offices that he felt as if he were visiting the principal's office at school ... not the case for this one.
βΒ still could, there's always time. β drowning himself in paperwork wasn't the best hobby, especially when his office didn't allow him to see sunlight. they were deep down inside of the mansion, lower levels. he should have opted for something on the ground floor - maybe, with a view.
βΒ i don't ask for trouble, it finds me. β defensive? no, not quite. he knew that was coming - he was someone who made trouble for himself everywhere that he went, unable to keep his temper on the low. β can't say i've been looking much lately, spending a lot of time with the kids. they have gotten pretty attached to me. feels weird being a teacher now, but i adjust. Β β
