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` Out of character!! ⬇️ `

Hey everyone! I'd love to welcome you to my Logan Howlett rp blog :). I also run @what-a-strange-name and my main blog is @poolverinemistyy. There are other wolverine rp blogs out there but I have not seen very many in the style that I write, so I believe this post is creative in that way! The Tumblr rp ask format is not original to me.

The timeline I have for this variant is the one seen in Deadpool and Wolverine. The movie keeps his backstory semi-vague, but the basis of what happened is that one day when he went out to the bar for far too long, mutant hunters came for the X-Men and killed every last one of them.

This caused him to go into a blind rage and started killing so many people, good and bad, and he has regretted it ever since. Now he is in Deadpool's universe and currently lives in his apartment (to Logan's dismay). The X-Men in this universe are alive so he's is trying to get used to seeing them again.

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All the X-Men movies are still canon and still happened, the only difference was the hunters killing the X-Men, which I place to be set after all the movies in the timeline.

The owner of this page is She/Her and a Minor, refer to me as Misty!

I personally ship poolverine very heavily, but am totally open to other shops aswell! DM me for pre-conns !

NO NO'S!!

• Explicit NSFW, shipping questions are allowed, but let it be known that the person running this account is A MINOR!!!

• Proshipping

• Generally just gross and weird questions. Please don't.

• don't be mad if I or others don't agree with your ships! Opinions exist!

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` Headcanons! `

• Logan actually has quite a small ego and likes when people compliment him, though he won't display that outwardly.

• Bad with technology, everything he knows is from wade. (That meaning, some of it is wrong.)

• Forgets that others can be permanently hurt sometimes, because he's so used to not caring when he's stabbed/etc.

• Still gets night terrors from various moments in his life.

• Dated Scott for a small time in his universe, they just didn't work out, it only lasted a few weeks.

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` Connections! `

None yet, Need a Deadpool RP blog to be an official love interest! (Can have multiple love interests for multiple universes, etc.)

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` In Character!! ⬇️ `

"How does this thing work? Am I posting this now? Eh.. whatever- Wade showed me how to make one of these stupid social media account things, said I should "talk to people more" or some shit. Drop your questions, I'll answer if I feel like it."

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[worstwolverinee]

"Hey kitty"

"Who are you callin' Kitty?"

[subject734]

"You, big boy. You have those claws and I remember when you used to have your hair that looked like cat ears"

"See? oreilles de chat"

(oreilles de chat - cat ears)

[worstwolverinee]

"No one will let that hair fuckin' go, will they.. it was a style. Not cat ears. And it's Logan to you. Nicknames are reserved for people I know."

[subject734]

"You could get to know me. I'm really...divertissante. But either way, I'm still calling you kitty. All you need is to be played with"

(divertissante - entertaining)

[worstwolverinee]

"One more time, you'll have 6 knife sized holes in your chest before you can say it twice."

[subject734]

She gasps "Crazy way to get to second base"

[worstwolverinee]

His lip twitches, resisting a smirk.

"have you met Deadpool? You'd get along well."

[subject734]

"Pool is one of my bestest friends, love em dearly. Have you thought about dying your beard? A pink would suit you well."

[worstwolverinee]

"makes a lot of sense."

He says, in response to her declaration of friendship with Wade. It explains a lot. As long as Wade didn't start sharing what he called Logan, he'd be happy...

"not sure if pinks my colour."

He said, rolling his eyes.

[subject734]

"I'm adding you to my list" She pulls out a small notepad from her pocket with a pencil and writes 'kitty (Logan)'. "Pink is definitely your colour, it'll make you more approachable. Don't give me the 'But I don't like socialising, blah blah blah.'" She mocks his voice

"it'll make you cuter"

[worstwolverinee]

He raises an eyebrow, looking unentertained.

"first of all, cute is not my goal. Never was, never will be. Second, you have a list? Of what? People you want with pink hair?"

[subject734]

"No, people to annoy. My number one guy is the witch doctor, he's adorable. If cute isn't your goal, get rid of the cat ears. May help. I got Fury to dye his beard pink"

[worstwolverinee]

He blinked, looking surprised.

"that's a lot of information. You got Fury to dye his beard? And yer calling strange adorable? This must be an alternate universe, cuz.. what the fuck.."

[subject734]

"Hey! That man is adorable and sweet. You leave him alone, Hello Kitty with anger issues" She points a finger at him

[worstwolverinee]

"stickler buzzkill if you ask me."

He mutters.

"you two fuckin' or something? What's got you two so buddy buddy?"

[worstwolverinee]

OPEN RP! Free to join

Trigger warnings: image of a gun, excessive alcohol consumption.

Logan sat at the bar table, back hunched as he leaned his large forearms onto the beer soaked wood of the bar. His right hand chugging a large glass of beer as the other laid flat on the wood.

He finished the glass with a loud breath out. He placed the glass down roughly, before tapping the bar with his index and middle fingers of his left hand, signalling for another drink by the bartender.

He didn't even know how many drinks he'd had, at least 10 as they had started to affect him through his healing factor, and the voices in the back of his mind started to cloud. Finally.

He didn't even notice when someone walked up beside him.

Extra: @emiliakanebarnes @subject734 @prplhawk don't feel forced to reply! Comment/repost to be put on/taken off list!

[subject734]

"There's my favourite kitty, aren't you supposed to be drinking milk?" She settles on the bar stool beside him. She watches as the bartender sets down another drink in front of him.

"Woah, kitty. How many have you had?" She pulls it away from him, "if it's an acceptable answer, you can have this. If not, you gotta go back home"

[worstwolverinee]

He groans as he hears her voice, his head falling limp in frustration as she sits. This is not what he needed right now. He nods at the tender as he passes the drink, trying to ignore her.

He goes to grab it, before she snatches it. He instantly looks over at her now, even more annoyed.

"my healing factor makes it different. I can't even feel shit until the 6th drink. I've counted. So gimme that, already."

He says, resisting the urge to stab her here and now.

[subject734]

"Fine" She slides it back to him. She stares at him for a bit. Shes trying to decide whether or not to ask him the question she's thinking of.

Eventually, she comes out with it but before she does, she moves up one seat...just incase, "Do you like yarn balls? You know, do you like playing with them?"

[worstwolverinee]

He takes it, swinging it up immediately chugging down over half the glass as she spoke. He heard her, but waited until he was finished drinking to reply. He placed down the glass heavily with a large breath again, sighing as he processed the question.

"no. I prefer drowning my sorrows in liquor."

[subject734]

"That sounds boring...and really sad. Have you thought about puppy therapy? You know, when people just sit in a room with a bunch of dogs. les aide"

(les aide - helps them)

She turns to the bartender, "Hey, do you think I can get a Sour Cherry Negroni? Thanks"

[worstwolverinee]

A breathy chuckle escaped his lips for only a second, coming from deep inside his chest.

"puppy therapy. I'd rather shit bricks."

[subject734]

"Right...cats don't like dogs" she laughs to herself and takes the drink from the bartender. "Do you have the cherries over there?"

[worstwolverinee]

He sculled the rest of his drink, before looking over to her.

"What is your obsession with pissing me off right now? Do you want to get stabbed? Sick fuck.."

[worstwolverinee]

"Hey kitty"

"Who are you callin' Kitty?"

[subject734]

"You, big boy. You have those claws and I remember when you used to have your hair that looked like cat ears"

"See? oreilles de chat"

(oreilles de chat - cat ears)

[worstwolverinee]

"No one will let that hair fuckin' go, will they.. it was a style. Not cat ears. And it's Logan to you. Nicknames are reserved for people I know."

[subject734]

"You could get to know me. I'm really...divertissante. But either way, I'm still calling you kitty. All you need is to be played with"

(divertissante - entertaining)

[worstwolverinee]

"One more time, you'll have 6 knife sized holes in your chest before you can say it twice."

[subject734]

She gasps "Crazy way to get to second base"

[worstwolverinee]

His lip twitches, resisting a smirk.

"have you met Deadpool? You'd get along well."

[subject734]

"Pool is one of my bestest friends, love em dearly. Have you thought about dying your beard? A pink would suit you well."

[worstwolverinee]

"makes a lot of sense."

He says, in response to her declaration of friendship with Wade. It explains a lot. As long as Wade didn't start sharing what he called Logan, he'd be happy...

"not sure if pinks my colour."

He said, rolling his eyes.

[subject734]

"I'm adding you to my list" She pulls out a small notepad from her pocket with a pencil and writes 'kitty (Logan)'. "Pink is definitely your colour, it'll make you more approachable. Don't give me the 'But I don't like socialising, blah blah blah.'" She mocks his voice

"it'll make you cuter"

[worstwolverinee]

He raises an eyebrow, looking unentertained.

"first of all, cute is not my goal. Never was, never will be. Second, you have a list? Of what? People you want with pink hair?"

[subject734]

"No, people to annoy. My number one guy is the witch doctor, he's adorable. If cute isn't your goal, get rid of the cat ears. May help. I got Fury to dye his beard pink"

[worstwolverinee]

He blinked, looking surprised.

"that's a lot of information. You got Fury to dye his beard? And yer calling strange adorable? This must be an alternate universe, cuz.. what the fuck.."

[worstwolverinee]

OPEN RP! Free to join

Trigger warnings: image of a gun, excessive alcohol consumption.

Logan sat at the bar table, back hunched as he leaned his large forearms onto the beer soaked wood of the bar. His right hand chugging a large glass of beer as the other laid flat on the wood.

He finished the glass with a loud breath out. He placed the glass down roughly, before tapping the bar with his index and middle fingers of his left hand, signalling for another drink by the bartender.

He didn't even know how many drinks he'd had, at least 10 as they had started to affect him through his healing factor, and the voices in the back of his mind started to cloud. Finally.

He didn't even notice when someone walked up beside him.

Extra: @emiliakanebarnes @subject734 @prplhawk @stark-technology-inc feel forced to reply! Comment/repost to be put on/taken off list!

[stark-technology-inc]

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Wolverine."

[worstwolverinee]

He glanced to the side calmly, spying Tony behind him.

"Stark."

He grabbed the new glass of beer the tender had given him, and took a large swig.

"I'd rather drink my sorrows away alone. If you wouldn't mind."

He said, looking straight, barely even acknowledging Tony.

[stark-technology-inc]

"Well, I'm not leaving you alone."

He ordered a scotch on the rocks, and he began drinking

"So, what are you doing just drinking alone. It's like a bad Charlie Daniels song"

[worstwolverinee]

He drummed his finger against the glass as he listened to Tony, taking large breaths as he controlled his frustration.

"thought I made that quite clear. Sorrows.. are being drowned, bub."

He said, still staring forward. He took another sip.

[stark-technology-inc]

"Yeah well, I'm drowning mine. Needed some tonight."

He shrugged and continued drinking his scotch on the rocks

"You're being an angry dog right now"

[worstwolverinee]

"Why does everyone think I'm a fuckin' cat or a dog.."

He mutters. He looks over at Tony now.

"well sometimes im angry, Stark. A lot of the time. So fuck off, and maybe I won't be."

[stark-technology-inc]

"Yeah, not happening, Wolverine. You're just being pissy because you've been alive too long"

He finished his scotch, ordering another one.

"Honestly, I can't blame you though."

[worstwolverinee]

He sighs again, before chuckling only slightly as he tried to sympathise with Logan about being alive for too long.

"You're not wrong."

[stark-technology-inc]

He chuckled softly as well

"You've seen too much, honestly. I don't blame you for being pissy."

[worstwolverinee]

"ain't that the fuckin' truth. You seen nothin, stark."

[worstwolverinee]

OPEN RP! Free to join

Trigger warnings: image of a gun, excessive alcohol consumption.

Logan sat at the bar table, back hunched as he leaned his large forearms onto the beer soaked wood of the bar. His right hand chugging a large glass of beer as the other laid flat on the wood.

He finished the glass with a loud breath out. He placed the glass down roughly, before tapping the bar with his index and middle fingers of his left hand, signalling for another drink by the bartender.

He didn't even know how many drinks he'd had, at least 10 as they had started to affect him through his healing factor, and the voices in the back of his mind started to cloud. Finally.

He didn't even notice when someone walked up beside him.

Extra: @emiliakanebarnes @subject734 @prplhawk @stark-technology-inc feel forced to reply! Comment/repost to be put on/taken off list!

[stark-technology-inc]

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Wolverine."

[worstwolverinee]

He glanced to the side calmly, spying Tony behind him.

"Stark."

He grabbed the new glass of beer the tender had given him, and took a large swig.

"I'd rather drink my sorrows away alone. If you wouldn't mind."

He said, looking straight, barely even acknowledging Tony.

[stark-technology-inc]

"Well, I'm not leaving you alone."

He ordered a scotch on the rocks, and he began drinking

"So, what are you doing just drinking alone. It's like a bad Charlie Daniels song"

[worstwolverinee]

He drummed his finger against the glass as he listened to Tony, taking large breaths as he controlled his frustration.

"thought I made that quite clear. Sorrows.. are being drowned, bub."

He said, still staring forward. He took another sip.

[stark-technology-inc]

"Yeah well, I'm drowning mine. Needed some tonight."

He shrugged and continued drinking his scotch on the rocks

"You're being an angry dog right now"

[worstwolverinee]

"Why does everyone think I'm a fuckin' cat or a dog.."

He mutters. He looks over at Tony now.

"well sometimes im angry, Stark. A lot of the time. So fuck off, and maybe I won't be."

[stark-technology-inc]

"Yeah, not happening, Wolverine. You're just being pissy because you've been alive too long"

He finished his scotch, ordering another one.

"Honestly, I can't blame you though."

[worstwolverinee]

He sighs again, before chuckling only slightly as he tried to sympathise with Logan about being alive for too long.

"You're not wrong."

[worstwolverinee]

OPEN RP! Free to join

Trigger warnings: image of a gun, excessive alcohol consumption.

Logan sat at the bar table, back hunched as he leaned his large forearms onto the beer soaked wood of the bar. His right hand chugging a large glass of beer as the other laid flat on the wood.

He finished the glass with a loud breath out. He placed the glass down roughly, before tapping the bar with his index and middle fingers of his left hand, signalling for another drink by the bartender.

He didn't even know how many drinks he'd had, at least 10 as they had started to affect him through his healing factor, and the voices in the back of his mind started to cloud. Finally.

He didn't even notice when someone walked up beside him.

Extra: @emiliakanebarnes @subject734 @prplhawk @stark-technology-inc feel forced to reply! Comment/repost to be put on/taken off list!

[stark-technology-inc]

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Wolverine."

[worstwolverinee]

He glanced to the side calmly, spying Tony behind him.

"Stark."

He grabbed the new glass of beer the tender had given him, and took a large swig.

"I'd rather drink my sorrows away alone. If you wouldn't mind."

He said, looking straight, barely even acknowledging Tony.

[stark-technology-inc]

"Well, I'm not leaving you alone."

He ordered a scotch on the rocks, and he began drinking

"So, what are you doing just drinking alone. It's like a bad Charlie Daniels song"

[worstwolverinee]

He drummed his finger against the glass as he listened to Tony, taking large breaths as he controlled his frustration.

"thought I made that quite clear. Sorrows.. are being drowned, bub."

He said, still staring forward. He took another sip.

[stark-technology-inc]

"Yeah well, I'm drowning mine. Needed some tonight."

He shrugged and continued drinking his scotch on the rocks

"You're being an angry dog right now"

[worstwolverinee]

"Why does everyone think I'm a fuckin' cat or a dog.."

He mutters. He looks over at Tony now.

"well sometimes im angry, Stark. A lot of the time. So fuck off, and maybe I won't be."

[worstwolverinee]

"Hey kitty"

"Who are you callin' Kitty?"

[subject734]

"You, big boy. You have those claws and I remember when you used to have your hair that looked like cat ears"

"See? oreilles de chat"

(oreilles de chat - cat ears)

[worstwolverinee]

"No one will let that hair fuckin' go, will they.. it was a style. Not cat ears. And it's Logan to you. Nicknames are reserved for people I know."

[subject734]

"You could get to know me. I'm really...divertissante. But either way, I'm still calling you kitty. All you need is to be played with"

(divertissante - entertaining)

[worstwolverinee]

"One more time, you'll have 6 knife sized holes in your chest before you can say it twice."

[subject734]

She gasps "Crazy way to get to second base"

[worstwolverinee]

His lip twitches, resisting a smirk.

"have you met Deadpool? You'd get along well."

[subject734]

"Pool is one of my bestest friends, love em dearly. Have you thought about dying your beard? A pink would suit you well."

[worstwolverinee]

"makes a lot of sense."

He says, in response to her declaration of friendship with Wade. It explains a lot. As long as Wade didn't start sharing what he called Logan, he'd be happy...

"not sure if pinks my colour."

He said, rolling his eyes.

[subject734]

"I'm adding you to my list" She pulls out a small notepad from her pocket with a pencil and writes 'kitty (Logan)'. "Pink is definitely your colour, it'll make you more approachable. Don't give me the 'But I don't like socialising, blah blah blah.'" She mocks his voice

"it'll make you cuter"

[worstwolverinee]

He raises an eyebrow, looking unentertained.

"first of all, cute is not my goal. Never was, never will be. Second, you have a list? Of what? People you want with pink hair?"

[worstwolverinee]

OPEN RP! Free to join

Trigger warnings: image of a gun, excessive alcohol consumption.

Logan sat at the bar table, back hunched as he leaned his large forearms onto the beer soaked wood of the bar. His right hand chugging a large glass of beer as the other laid flat on the wood.

He finished the glass with a loud breath out. He placed the glass down roughly, before tapping the bar with his index and middle fingers of his left hand, signalling for another drink by the bartender.

He didn't even know how many drinks he'd had, at least 10 as they had started to affect him through his healing factor, and the voices in the back of his mind started to cloud. Finally.

He didn't even notice when someone walked up beside him.

Extra: @emiliakanebarnes @subject734 @prplhawk @stark-technology-inc feel forced to reply! Comment/repost to be put on/taken off list!

[stark-technology-inc]

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Wolverine."

[worstwolverinee]

He glanced to the side calmly, spying Tony behind him.

"Stark."

He grabbed the new glass of beer the tender had given him, and took a large swig.

"I'd rather drink my sorrows away alone. If you wouldn't mind."

He said, looking straight, barely even acknowledging Tony.

[stark-technology-inc]

"Well, I'm not leaving you alone."

He ordered a scotch on the rocks, and he began drinking

"So, what are you doing just drinking alone. It's like a bad Charlie Daniels song"

[worstwolverinee]

He drummed his finger against the glass as he listened to Tony, taking large breaths as he controlled his frustration.

"thought I made that quite clear. Sorrows.. are being drowned, bub."

He said, still staring forward. He took another sip.

[worstwolverinee]

OPEN RP! Free to join

Trigger warnings: image of a gun, excessive alcohol consumption.

Logan sat at the bar table, back hunched as he leaned his large forearms onto the beer soaked wood of the bar. His right hand chugging a large glass of beer as the other laid flat on the wood.

He finished the glass with a loud breath out. He placed the glass down roughly, before tapping the bar with his index and middle fingers of his left hand, signalling for another drink by the bartender.

He didn't even know how many drinks he'd had, at least 10 as they had started to affect him through his healing factor, and the voices in the back of his mind started to cloud. Finally.

He didn't even notice when someone walked up beside him.

Extra: @emiliakanebarnes @subject734 @prplhawk don't feel forced to reply! Comment/repost to be put on/taken off list!

[subject734]

"There's my favourite kitty, aren't you supposed to be drinking milk?" She settles on the bar stool beside him. She watches as the bartender sets down another drink in front of him.

"Woah, kitty. How many have you had?" She pulls it away from him, "if it's an acceptable answer, you can have this. If not, you gotta go back home"

[worstwolverinee]

He groans as he hears her voice, his head falling limp in frustration as she sits. This is not what he needed right now. He nods at the tender as he passes the drink, trying to ignore her.

He goes to grab it, before she snatches it. He instantly looks over at her now, even more annoyed.

"my healing factor makes it different. I can't even feel shit until the 6th drink. I've counted. So gimme that, already."

He says, resisting the urge to stab her here and now.

[subject734]

"Fine" She slides it back to him. She stares at him for a bit. Shes trying to decide whether or not to ask him the question she's thinking of.

Eventually, she comes out with it but before she does, she moves up one seat...just incase, "Do you like yarn balls? You know, do you like playing with them?"

[worstwolverinee]

He takes it, swinging it up immediately chugging down over half the glass as she spoke. He heard her, but waited until he was finished drinking to reply. He placed down the glass heavily with a large breath again, sighing as he processed the question.

"no. I prefer drowning my sorrows in liquor."

[subject734]

"That sounds boring...and really sad. Have you thought about puppy therapy? You know, when people just sit in a room with a bunch of dogs. les aide"

(les aide - helps them)

She turns to the bartender, "Hey, do you think I can get a Sour Cherry Negroni? Thanks"

[worstwolverinee]

A breathy chuckle escaped his lips for only a second, coming from deep inside his chest.

"puppy therapy. I'd rather shit bricks."

[worstwolverinee]

OPEN RP! Free to join

Trigger warnings: image of a gun, excessive alcohol consumption.

Logan sat at the bar table, back hunched as he leaned his large forearms onto the beer soaked wood of the bar. His right hand chugging a large glass of beer as the other laid flat on the wood.

He finished the glass with a loud breath out. He placed the glass down roughly, before tapping the bar with his index and middle fingers of his left hand, signalling for another drink by the bartender.

He didn't even know how many drinks he'd had, at least 10 as they had started to affect him through his healing factor, and the voices in the back of his mind started to cloud. Finally.

He didn't even notice when someone walked up beside him.

Extra: @emiliakanebarnes @subject734 @prplhawk @stark-technology-inc feel forced to reply! Comment/repost to be put on/taken off list!

[stark-technology-inc]

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Wolverine."

[worstwolverinee]

He glanced to the side calmly, spying Tony behind him.

"Stark."

He grabbed the new glass of beer the tender had given him, and took a large swig.

"I'd rather drink my sorrows away alone. If you wouldn't mind."

He said, looking straight, barely even acknowledging Tony.

[worstwolverinee]

"Wow. You're actually taller than I thought you'd be."

@elliexcutiepool

"I get that a lot."

Logan says, crossing his arms.

"You another wade variant?"

[elliexcutiepool]

"Im not Wade. Wade is my dad."

[worstwolverinee]

"Ahh- that makes sense. Good on him for finally growing up and havin a kid."

[elliexcutiepool]

"Don't know if having a one night stand with a woman you were hired to save got much to do with growing up." She shrugged

[worstwolverinee]

He squinted, before nodding slowly

"sounds like wade. He take care of ya?"

[elliexcutiepool]

"Not in a classical dad way. He put me into a foster family after my mom got killed because of him to keep me save. But I visit him often."

[worstwolverinee]

"wow. sorry about... All that, I guess."

[elliexcutiepool]

"Oh don't feel bad now because of me. I mean it was really sad and I still miss my mom and seeing her get killed in front of me when I was five got me a lot of therapy sessions. But I'm good."

[worstwolverinee]

"uhuh. Well. Anyways, if you ever need someone to beat up your dad cuz he's pissing you off, come to me, kid."

[worstwolverinee]

OPEN RP! Free to join

Trigger warnings: image of a gun, excessive alcohol consumption.

Logan sat at the bar table, back hunched as he leaned his large forearms onto the beer soaked wood of the bar. His right hand chugging a large glass of beer as the other laid flat on the wood.

He finished the glass with a loud breath out. He placed the glass down roughly, before tapping the bar with his index and middle fingers of his left hand, signalling for another drink by the bartender.

He didn't even know how many drinks he'd had, at least 10 as they had started to affect him through his healing factor, and the voices in the back of his mind started to cloud. Finally.

He didn't even notice when someone walked up beside him.

Extra: @emiliakanebarnes @subject734 @prplhawk don't feel forced to reply! Comment/repost to be put on/taken off list!

[subject734]

"There's my favourite kitty, aren't you supposed to be drinking milk?" She settles on the bar stool beside him. She watches as the bartender sets down another drink in front of him.

"Woah, kitty. How many have you had?" She pulls it away from him, "if it's an acceptable answer, you can have this. If not, you gotta go back home"

[worstwolverinee]

He groans as he hears her voice, his head falling limp in frustration as she sits. This is not what he needed right now. He nods at the tender as he passes the drink, trying to ignore her.

He goes to grab it, before she snatches it. He instantly looks over at her now, even more annoyed.

"my healing factor makes it different. I can't even feel shit until the 6th drink. I've counted. So gimme that, already."

He says, resisting the urge to stab her here and now.

[subject734]

"Fine" She slides it back to him. She stares at him for a bit. Shes trying to decide whether or not to ask him the question she's thinking of.

Eventually, she comes out with it but before she does, she moves up one seat...just incase, "Do you like yarn balls? You know, do you like playing with them?"

[worstwolverinee]

He takes it, swinging it up immediately chugging down over half the glass as she spoke. He heard her, but waited until he was finished drinking to reply. He placed down the glass heavily with a large breath again, sighing as he processed the question.

"no. I prefer drowning my sorrows in liquor."

[worstwolverinee]

"Hey kitty"

"Who are you callin' Kitty?"

[subject734]

"You, big boy. You have those claws and I remember when you used to have your hair that looked like cat ears"

"See? oreilles de chat"

(oreilles de chat - cat ears)

[worstwolverinee]

"No one will let that hair fuckin' go, will they.. it was a style. Not cat ears. And it's Logan to you. Nicknames are reserved for people I know."

[subject734]

"You could get to know me. I'm really...divertissante. But either way, I'm still calling you kitty. All you need is to be played with"

(divertissante - entertaining)

[worstwolverinee]

"One more time, you'll have 6 knife sized holes in your chest before you can say it twice."

[subject734]

She gasps "Crazy way to get to second base"

[worstwolverinee]

His lip twitches, resisting a smirk.

"have you met Deadpool? You'd get along well."

[subject734]

"Pool is one of my bestest friends, love em dearly. Have you thought about dying your beard? A pink would suit you well."

[worstwolverinee]

"makes a lot of sense."

He says, in response to her declaration of friendship with Wade. It explains a lot. As long as Wade didn't start sharing what he called Logan, he'd be happy...

"not sure if pinks my colour."

He said, rolling his eyes.

[worstwolverinee]

OPEN RP! Free to join

Trigger warnings: image of a gun, excessive alcohol consumption.

Logan sat at the bar table, back hunched as he leaned his large forearms onto the beer soaked wood of the bar. His right hand chugging a large glass of beer as the other laid flat on the wood.

He finished the glass with a loud breath out. He placed the glass down roughly, before tapping the bar with his index and middle fingers of his left hand, signalling for another drink by the bartender.

He didn't even know how many drinks he'd had, at least 10 as they had started to affect him through his healing factor, and the voices in the back of his mind started to cloud. Finally.

He didn't even notice when someone walked up beside him.

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[subject734]

"There's my favourite kitty, aren't you supposed to be drinking milk?" She settles on the bar stool beside him. She watches as the bartender sets down another drink in front of him.

"Woah, kitty. How many have you had?" She pulls it away from him, "if it's an acceptable answer, you can have this. If not, you gotta go back home"

[worstwolverinee]

He groans as he hears her voice, his head falling limp in frustration as she sits. This is not what he needed right now. He nods at the tender as he passes the drink, trying to ignore her.

He goes to grab it, before she snatches it. He instantly looks over at her now, even more annoyed.

"my healing factor makes it different. I can't even feel shit until the 6th drink. I've counted. So gimme that, already."

He says, resisting the urge to stab her here and now.

[worstwolverinee]

"Hey kitty"

"Who are you callin' Kitty?"

[subject734]

"You, big boy. You have those claws and I remember when you used to have your hair that looked like cat ears"

"See? oreilles de chat"

(oreilles de chat - cat ears)

[worstwolverinee]

"No one will let that hair fuckin' go, will they.. it was a style. Not cat ears. And it's Logan to you. Nicknames are reserved for people I know."

[subject734]

"You could get to know me. I'm really...divertissante. But either way, I'm still calling you kitty. All you need is to be played with"

(divertissante - entertaining)

[worstwolverinee]

"One more time, you'll have 6 knife sized holes in your chest before you can say it twice."

[subject734]

She gasps "Crazy way to get to second base"

[worstwolverinee]

His lip twitches, resisting a smirk.

"have you met Deadpool? You'd get along well."

[worstwolverinee]

"Wow. You're actually taller than I thought you'd be."

@elliexcutiepool

"I get that a lot."

Logan says, crossing his arms.

"You another wade variant?"

[elliexcutiepool]

"Im not Wade. Wade is my dad."

[worstwolverinee]

"Ahh- that makes sense. Good on him for finally growing up and havin a kid."

[elliexcutiepool]

"Don't know if having a one night stand with a woman you were hired to save got much to do with growing up." She shrugged

[worstwolverinee]

He squinted, before nodding slowly

"sounds like wade. He take care of ya?"

[elliexcutiepool]

"Not in a classical dad way. He put me into a foster family after my mom got killed because of him to keep me save. But I visit him often."

[worstwolverinee]

"wow. sorry about... All that, I guess."