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a selective & low activity RP blog of James "Wolverine" Howlett from Marvel comics

written by Jack, 31.

this blog is 18+! crossover & oc friendly!

sideblog- follows back from @manueldelarocha

[About // Rules // Prompts // AU Verses]

#marvel rp #marvel roleplay #rp promo #superhero rp #indie rp

Verses.

Dead By Daylight.

Pain. It's all he can register as 1500° of liquid metal courses through the gaps left behind as his bone marrow sizzles and dissolves. He can feel his bones disintegrate into ash only milliseconds slower than they can regrow, falling into a cycle that means the bone is never quite fully gone, that the pain never stops.

The metal melds with the regrowth, turning the structure into something more metal than calcium as the metal begins to cool. The pain doesn't stop. He isn't sure the pain will ever stop.

Blades erupt from his hands- the flesh shredding is nothing compared to his nerve endings already on fire. He lashes out, grabs, thrashes against his restraints. He doesn't know where he is, but he knows he has to kill anything that stands in the way of him and getting out- survival at all costs. He doesn't realize how much life support he's hooked up to until the cords are ripped out of him.

His heart only stops long enough for them to bring in stronger restraints.

Not strong enough.

Blood. Carnage. Some his. Some not. Thrown to the wolves when exhaustion sets in. Torn to shreds before the adrenaline sets in, but it does set in. All he knows is to kill- too much pain to process any thoughts outside of violence.

He doesn't know how much time passes in the blur of pain and violence. More experiments are done, fully conscious as he's fitted with batteries and wires, technology to give the scientists a stronger hold over their weapon.

Mind control. More carnage. Nothing but blood and pain.

He finds his escape, a trail of bodies left in his wake. He wanders into the woods… and the fog welcomes him.

Paranoia sinks its claws into him. Instinct. It's him against the world, and everyone around him is in on it. They're part of the experiment. They're keeping him trapped here and, just as before, the only way to escape is to fight.

The Wolverine is the perfect weapon- one that could never have been used to its full potential by humans. The Entity has no such problem. Feral in the Entity's realm, The Wolverine knows what he is- an animal, trained to kill.

#verses;

#[im consistently shocked by the way they always present him like a pinup girl]#[kind of want a print of this on my wall]#face;#mature;

[In a Dead By Daylight verse, Logan can only assume that everything fucked up happening to him is caused by the Entity. He's convinced that once he breaks out of the Entity's realm, he'll regain his memories of his real life and he'll lose the mutations she gave him to make him a better killer.

It is deeply demoralizing when he escapes and nothing changes.]

#[working on this today since the wifey is back on her dwight blog]#dbd headcanons;#headcanons;

wxlvxrine

[I think he would also make an interesting killer in a dead by daylight verse

I think we should talk more about how frequently he's brainwashed, dehumanized, and turned into a weapon to be yielded by whatever company/government agency has ahold of him]

wxlvxrine

[more verses where he's your enemy until you both realize that he's really not]

[I think he would also make an interesting killer in a dead by daylight verse

I think we should talk more about how frequently he's brainwashed, dehumanized, and turned into a weapon to be yielded by whatever company/government agency has ahold of him]

[An Outlast Trials verse would go hard because Logan would make an absurdly overpowered prime asset]

#[murkoff would love to get their hands on him]#[but are there still ou/tlast blogs]#[that dont have me blocked]#[teehee]#ooc;

scottxlogan

@giftober 2025 | Day 21: Cursing: Charles and Erik try to recruit Logan to their team in X-Men First Class (2011)

#face;

rylandsgrace

#It's been months and I'm still grateful for this scene

#face;

wxlvxrine

[continued from here]

@v-jestica

He takes a moment to assess the situation. Her injury certainly doesn't appear to be life threatening, and the attacker seems to have retreated. Without imminent threat looming, he should probably stay out of it. But, there's a lot of things he should do that he doesn't.

“I smelled blood. Wasn't human.” He doesn't elaborate on his bloodhound-like sense of smell. The fact that he's unconcerned by the fact that she seemingly isn't human should be enough to tell her that neither is he.

“Thought you could use a hand.”

v-jestica

Orchor orbs blinked, confusion clouding their dull colour before swiftly disapating. Concern was....still something she was having to get used to from others. Not in a sense of never having received it herself, but....the concept of why people would bother giving it to a person like her was...strange.

However, not unwelcome.

She does not interrogate him on how he could differentiate between human and non-human blood, deducing enough that he was not only not her threat, but also another non-human. It was refreshing really, she certainly did not want to have to explain on how her flesh could isntantly mend, nor be dragged to a hospital.

"....thank you...." it is delivered awkwardly, tongue not used to offering gratitude when she had no reason to, but something in the other's presence gives her pause.

"I'll be fine.." she places a little more emphasis in her words, an effort to not give him worry. "See?" she gently procures a clean rag that smelled strongly of past chemicals, and wiped the blood caked arm. There wasn't a single scar present, impressive for the fact only mere moments earlier, it was a gaping wound.

"I think the idiot that attacked me got off worse if I'm being honest," she smiled wanely.

Necrosis was a bitch, especially when she so maliciously targeted organs.

wxlvxrine

No external scar doesn't mean she's fine- he knows that better than anyone. Getting ambushed shakes you up, even if you walk away in one piece.

“He's dead?” He asks skeptically. Maybe he's paranoid, but nothing good ever comes from letting your guard down, “Or he's licking his wounds, gonna come back and finish the job?”

He knows better than to judge a book by its cover. She could've instigated it, the other party could've been innocent, but… he always tries to look past the chip on his shoulder. She could be dangerous- but, he doesn't know. Benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise, despite always bracing for the worst.

#v jestica #v-jestica #threads;

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@5urvive

Night City is a shit hole- but it's far from the only shit hole he's spent some time in. It's been awhile since he's set foot in the NUSA at all- a decade, at least, maybe longer. The years start to run together at some point, once the decades blur into centuries.

“What's she drink?” He gestures towards the private booth across the bar, presumably not referring to the security guy standing guard at its doorway.

“Rogue? Buddy, Rogue's not gonna let you buy her a drink.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. Seriously, what's she drink? Just give me the bottle.”

Claire rolls her eyes, but humors him with a sealed bottle of top shelf tequila placed on the bar. She sets two empty shot glasses beside it as she informs him, “If you open it, it's yours. So, I'd suggest waiting until after you get rejected.”

“Yeah, noted. Not gonna be a problem.”

He picks up his bottle and both glasses and approaches the guard with unwavering confidence despite being roughly a foot shorter than him. The scent of cigar smoke and booze no doubt precedes him, even before he starts causing a scene.

There's a glint of determination in his eyes, like asking nicely is only plan A and that he's more than prepared to escalate this, if need be. “Special delivery for your boss. Scoot, bub.”

5urvive

despite outward appearances and completely unfounded gossip within the new school of mercenary circles : rogue derived no pleasure from the act of saying no. she didn't enjoy turning down lucrative contracts, and found zero joy in showing any budding baby-mercs the door. why people thought otherwise was a mystery to her, as every time she was forced to tell potential clients or affiliates to move on it only meant she wouldn't be getting a cut of whatever it was they had to offer -- for some reason this fact was impossible for some to wrap their heads around, which often lead to a less than pleasant wave of meetings all strung together throughout a single night.

these meetings, in turn, had the tendency to turn rogue's already less than sweet demeanor into something high strung and even farther from welcoming than usual ; and this was the demeanor with which she would greet the man now standing before her.

not interested but willing to acknowledge his presence nonetheless, a wave of her hand would indicate where he should sit ; dark brows peaking with curiosity one second, only to furrow with disappointment the next. " special delivery of ... my own stock? " she would huff, then, though whether it was a huff of humor or exasperation would be impossible to say with any certainty.

" how creative of you. wow. never been done before. ── other than giving you the once in a lifetime chance to play delivery boy, what is it that i can do for you on this horrible fucking evening? "

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He takes his seat as instructed, unphased by her attitude. He got his foot in the door, and he's counting it as a win. If she was really so put out by his presence, she would've told him to leave the bottle and fuck off.

“Where's the fun in talking business dry? Besides…” He opens the bottle, pours them each a shot, slams his back, then pours another.

He takes just a moment to appreciate the burn in his chest before continuing on, “-better to be a paying customer than just some asshole wasting your time.”

“I'm looking for work. Heard you're the woman to talk to.” Not compelling. Probably the same pitch she's heard a thousand times. But, he's not one to lay out all his cards on the table.

They'll start here, dig into the resume by request only. He's not here to brag. ‘I can't die and I've been killing since before your grandma was born’ sounds like a load of bullshit, anyway.

#5urvive #threads;

[To elaborate on the kink quiz I posted yesterday: Logan tends to go for impulsive, heat of the moment, rough sex over preplanned, negotiated, scenes.

His default tends to be dominant/switch leaning, and it's notable that he scored high for both brat tamer and for brat. He prefers sex where both partners are fighting tooth and nail for dominance. He likes pain and he likes a partner who can hold their own despite his healing factor giving him an advantage.

He can play a little bit nicer with more submissive partners who don't want it to be a whole Thing, but biting, scratching, hair pulling is always a plus. He likes a partner who'll tease him in public, knowing he's going to slam them against the wall and make it hurt the second they get a little privacy.]

#headcanons;#mature;

greelin

doesn’t everyone want to get stabbed (sexual style). thought that was just normal. Surely we all feel this.

#aesthetics;

[Hes usually the dominant partner, I was honestly surprised that brat and masochist landed so high. I think dom scored low because he doesn't want the responsibility of being the dom in a more formal bdsm relationship. He just wants rough sex on the side, no rules or titles or collars.]

(quiz here)

#headcanons;#mature;