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Logan's a Handful, but...

so are his tits.

Was inactive for a while due to being uninspired and going insane with thesis :, ) Just a quick lil doodle inspired by a blueskies moot posting the crop top image lol.

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I JUST KNOW THEYRE FREAKY LIKE THAT

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Put your greasy tits away, you preening slut

I saw this pic on my tl today and I just had to

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Found this image in my references folder, couldn't help myself lol

Bruh I am so glad I saved this photo, it's so perfect lmaoooo

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yall when i learn how to draw anatomy the way i want it its fuckin over im drawing the freakiest shit i can imagine

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actually fuckin brilliant

Wade: Awww whats wrong peanut?

Logan: Nothing Wade, just leave me alone.

Wade: Doesn’t sound like nothing :( sounds someone got their bones fused with Sadamantium :(

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Deadpool x Wolverine [short fic, hurt/comfort]

In the middle of a densely foggy field, stands a man, with a very lost look on his face despite his gruff appearance. Clad in a tattered yellow and blue superhero suit, splattered with blood and dirt all over.

He looked around, wondering where he had ended up this time. Was he pulled into another reality by some loud weirdo wearing black and red? He doesn't remember.

The field seemed to go on forever in every direction he looked because the fog was so thick. He decides to start walking forward, perhaps he could find something that'll get him out of this place. The tall grass moved against his body as he walked through them, but they made no sound. He realizes that it was dead silent, no whistling wind, no distant birds, nothing. Just a foreboding, ever present silence.

In the distance, a shadowy shape began to form. He extends his claws, readying himself if this happens to be an ambush of some sort, and walks cautiously. He slows down, eyebrows coming together in confusion as the shape reveals itself - a tall stone of sorts. He surveys the surroundings a bit more before approaching the pillar and putting away his claws.

There were etchings on it, and he soon realizes, this was a giant headstone. He looks around him as dozens of these things began to materialize out of nowhere. His breath hitches in his throat as it dawned on him what was going on, hairs on his skin standing on end. He whips his head around as whispers seemingly filled the air, but no one was around. Just him and these painful reminders of his past.

He runs. He doesn't know where he's going, but he wants to get out of here. However, the giant stones only seemed to be following him, and they somehow grew larger and larger than before, the gaps between them shrinking. He nicks himself as he tries to get through them, despite them having unsettlingly smooth surfaces. The whispers persisted still, some of them blowing right against his ears.

He looks up ahead - the gravestones no longer have gaps between them. He drops to his knees, heaving, trying to catch his breath. It was dead quiet again.

He gets up and turns around to run again, only to be greeted by the sight of gigantic gravestones surrounding him on all sides. He frantically whips his head around, looking for any possible exit… but there was none. He couldn't even see where the stones ended.

Fear and panic were beginning to build up inside him. Throat feeling dry, skin slick with cold sweat, nausea beginning to grip him. His eyes sting, tears forming, as he keeps looking for a way out. A sob escapes his mouth, and another, and he completely breaks down into a sobbing mess.

"I'm sorry… I-I'm so sorry…" he gasps in between sobs, his voice quivering with every word. The feeling of frustration was overwhelming, he starts yelling and draws out his claws, intending to use them on himself.

"Logan!"

He pauses. He snaps his head towards where the sound had come from.

"Logan! Logan!"

A familiar voice.

"Peanut! Wake up!"

… Peanut?

"LOGAN!"

Logan's eyes flew open. Looking over him was a familiar face, and without a thought he takes Wade into his arms tightly. His breathing was still shaky with panic, tears streaming down his face. Wade's hand settles on the small of Logan's back, the other stroking his hair. "You're okay, it's okay, everything's alright." Wade whispers gently.

Slowly, Logan is able to pace his breaths. Wade nudges Logan with his head, "You good now peanut?", trying to let go only to be squeezed tighter by him. Wade stifles a chuckle, instead pats Logan rhythmically.

"I… I didn't hurt you while I was asleep.. did I?" Logan quietly asks, voice shaky. Wade simply shakes his head. They stay that way for a few more minutes, until Logan had begun to feel drowsy again.

"Let me get you some water, wolvie, go and lie down."

Logan releases Wade from his grip, moving to lean onto the head board. Wade briskly heads to the kitchen, out of view from his other half's eyes, as he takes a look at his punctured leg. He knew if he had told Logan the truth, he's probably blame himself more than he already does. Good thing he was used to getting stabbed.

As he was about to get something to wipe off the blood, he hears heavy footsteps come from behind him. "I knew I smelled blood," Logan mutters in a hoarse voice.

"Guess I can't fool a kitty's keen smell huh", Wade quips. "Not to worry, 'tis but a flesh wound, what with regenerative healing and all that y'know."

Logan watches silently as Wade fills up a glass with water. He turns and stretches out his hand holding the glass of water. Logan looks Wade in the eyes, down to his hand holding a rag, down to the leg that had been wounded. It was already healing up. "… I still hurt you though," he says under his breath, guilt taking over.

"Shhhh shhhhh everything is alright sweetiepie," Wade puts a finger to Logan's lips. "I've had worse, okay? Now drink this water so we can continue cuddling in bed."

Logan takes the water from Wade's hand and hesitates.

"Or do you want me to use my mouth to pass the water to you? I can do that if you want, baby cakes."

Logan chuckles and shakes his head, downing the water in one gulp. The water felt like heaven going down his dry throat. He goes past Wade and puts the glass into the sink. He opted to splash some water onto his face to take the stickiness away, and headed back into their room, where Wade was already posed obnoxiously on the bed.

"Jump in, it's all warmed up for ya", Wade winks and pats Logan's side of the bed. Logan sighs, and crawls in, facing Wade. "Something wrong, babe?"

Logan locks eyes with Wade, "I'm sorry," he chokes out. Wade smiles, and takes Logan into his arms. "If you're really sorry, peanut, you can make it up to me by watching the Barbie movie with me tomorrow."

"Again?" Logan grumbles, his head pressed up against Wade's chest listening intently to his heartbeat. "That, or you let me put stickers on your big ol' boobies." Logan found the way Wade's voice echoed inside his ear comforting, along with the steady thrumming of his heartbeat, he begins to feel drowsy. He puts his arms around Wade's waist. "Just go to sleep Wade."

As annoying as this loose-lipped menace was, Wade brought Logan a lot more comfort than he'd like to admit. The thought that when he wakes up, Wade would always be there - as daunting as that might sound for him - made him feel secure. Wade was his, as much as he was Wade's. In the back of his mind, he was grateful that this crazed oddball sought him out, because if he hadn't, he wouldn't have had the privilege of experiencing everything he was experiencing now, the good and the bad.

He's here, because Wade is here. That was enough reason for him to work towards his future, no matter how heartbreaking his past may be.

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im not even really into the MCU that much, I only follow the Deadpool movies lmao

that aside, I am a firm believer of Top Logan and Bottom Wade. They get rough and basically soak the bed in blood sometimes. But imagine Logan giving Wade aftercare after demolishing those immortal blabbermouth cheeks? Amazing.

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Poolverine ficlet.

(Takes place during the dinner party at the end of the movie).

To say that Logan was stunned was an understatement. There he was, in Wade’s and Al’s apartment in the middle of celebratory dinner. What the fuck had just happened, was it all a dream... was it real…

Between small talk and the pouring of drinks he found himself home. Did he even know the meaning of that word? He assumed home meant a literal house with a family living in it, with a daily routine and maybe movie nights. But he soon discovered right then and there, that home meant something else entirely.

Home was, and will ever be wherever Wade was. He felt it whenever he looked into his eyes. He could feel pure warmth and affection whenever they locked eyes.

Inside Logan there was a war waging, between what he wished for himself and what he felt he deserved. And he knew he didn’t deserve shit.

At the same time Logan was processing all of this, Wade was talking about some absurd topic; something about a baking show and a cake that fell apart mid competition. Without warning, Wade grabbed Logan by the wrist under the table, a reassuring gesture, maybe he felt something was off about Logan, who knows, it lasted a few seconds, but as soon as he let go it left a burning sensation, a searing pain in his skin. How was that even possible, healing factor and all, that shouldn’t have happened.

Logan touched the part of the skin that still burned, something similar to phantom pains. He instantly knew, Wade could alter every atom of his body, and there was no going back to normal. Whatever had happened during the time reaper incident had linked them both in a way they couldn’t possibly imagine. That’s when Logan, The Worst Wolverine, came to the painful realization that in a weird way, his soul was no longer just his, it belonged to Wade too.

How could he ever live with himself, with the fear of losing him just like he had lost everyone in his old life. His stomach felt weird, his heart was racing and couldn’t slow down, maybe he had too much to drink, maybe he was too tired after being awake for two days straight, maybe��

Among all those maybes, he was certain of two things, first: home meant Wade and secondly… he had fallen in love with him, the same guy he swore he wanted to kill, the same guy he wished would just shut up, the same guy who saved him from himself.

Man… this was just the beginning.

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being multi fandom is so silly I'd be posting art of vocaloid one day then the next i post a short poolverine fic and then i post one punch man meme art lololol

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Saitama as that one The Rock meme

i had a vision.

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Deadpool x Wolverine [short, fluff, maybe angst idk]

Logan steps onto the balcony of the apartment, leaning into the railing while lighting a cigar. He takes a deep breath of the smoke, absent-mindedly glancing around the empty alley below. It was an oddly quiet morning, one he has longed for for a while, but actually experiencing just made the day feel… empty. He rubs his temples. He'd been tortured by Wade's endless ramblings every single day that peace and quiet felt alien, uncomfortable almost. He grunts as he realizes that he might actually… miss Wade. The thought sent goosebumps all over his body. "Mouthy bastard…" He grumbles under his breath, as he whips out his phone - a gift he received from the blabby merc, a simple one with a keypad. He didn't think those still existed, but he liked it, he had no use for any of those smartphones anyway.

He opens his conversation history with Wade, re-reading all of the texts mister motormouth had sent him, which he rarely ever replied to. He reads the ones sent to him just this morning.

"Good morning peanut! I left early today to get us some groceries, gotta restock on all the essentials y'know?"

"Peanut I just found temperature changing lube! You wanna try that out?"

"Can't forget lil kitty's milk! lol"

He chuckles, puffs of smoke escaping his lips. Temperature-changing lube, huh? He pauses and scratches his chin. Somehow, it had just hit him that he was sharing a home with somebody, sharing texts with them, fooling around with them. He finally belonged somewhere. He had a house to call home. He had people waiting for him. Logan looks up at the sky and takes another deep breath of his cigar, putting it out on the railing. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he sees Wade skipping about, carrying a few grocery bags. "Honeeeeey, I'm hoooooome!" He exclaims. Logan shakes his head, "Shut up," and stifles a chuckle. He heads back into the apartment and heads downstairs to help Wade with the bags.

"How sweet of you to help me peanut! Can't believe the Wolverine is carrying bags for me~" Wade remarks. Logan grunts, "Yeah, it looked like they were too heavy for you, princess." Wade puts his hand up to his mouth, feigning a shocked expression. "Gasp! Did you just call me a princess? Am I a pretty princess?" Putting his hand together and lifting one of his legs, he poses for Logan. "No." Logan answers. Wade huffs and puts his hands on his hips. "That is no way to talk to a princess!" Logan rolls his eyes. "Just open the goddamned door before I kick it down." Logan commands as he stops in front of the door, bags in both hands. "Alright alright geez. You know I should be the one giving you commands, being your princess and all." Wade turns the knob and pushes the door open. Logan extends his arm in front of Wade, stopping him, and raises his brow. "MY princess?" Wade meets Logans gaze. "You said it, peanut," he says quietly. Logan sighs and shrugs.

They both enter the quaint apartment, Logan places the groceries onto the table and Wade follows to help arrange everything. They each take out items to put away, Logan starts with the alcohol, Wade picks out the food items and puts them in the fridge. Again, the same feeling from earlier on the balcony hit him. Who would have guessed he'd be arranging groceries with anyone in his entire lifetime? There seems to be a certain warmth bubbling up from inside him, and he hasn't even had a drop of beer. It feels odd to him, not uncomfortable, but it feels new. Maybe a month ago, he had all but given up on living. Now he's here, in the kitchen, listening to Wade yammer on while they put away food and toiletries. He grabs a bottle and opens it with his teeth, and takes a swig. "Wade," Logan steps right behind him. Before Wade could say anything, Logan grabs his waist as he turns and pulls him in for a kiss.

Wade's eyes go wide. I mean, they've done more than this before, WAY more than this, but he never expected something so… tender, out of Logan. Wade smiles and leans into the kiss, embracing Logan. It was different, as all they've been doing is rough each other up, but this was more than welcome. Logan lets go, holding Wade's gaze for a moment, soaking in the warm feeling welling up from inside him. He takes another swig of the beer, finishing it up, and gently pushes Wade aside. "Oh my god, peanut… That was so-" Logan raises his hand. "Not another word." Wade pauses, and smiles. He knows what that moment meant. It meant that Logan was finally starting to trust himself, that he was finally believing that he deserved to be here. Maybe that meant Wade would be able to do that, too.

With a peaceful silence, they continue their work. "Now, about that lube I told you earlier..." Wade says, a bit giddy. Logan groans. So much for peaceful silence I guess.

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Ramblings #2

Being in my fourth year of college, I've really come to hate the course I took. I realize that you really need to have some sort of passion for it for you to actually get through it, if not that then you at least need some sort of drive or patience to endure it. I have neither of those. With each day that I have to listen to more lessons about coding and creating a web app or a website or whatever else, I only hate it more.

Now there's also talk about a board exam of sorts that costs a little more than half our weekly allowance, and that has only added fuel to the raging fire. Not because it's bad, no, because I know that I'll fail it. I don't even know if I'll be able to pay it as we have several other bills to pay and we're just barely scraping by every week.

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He didn't bite hard enough the first time 😞

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Luka commission!!! Luka + client : D

my first ever commission! i don't actually have commissions open, but a friend wanted me to draw them with Luka (their favorite vocaloid). Proud that it looks so good! I love simplistic rendering <3

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Stylized self portrait! featuring my wonky ass teeth lmao

i realize i always use picrew to depict my persona (which is just me but with yellow/gold eyes lol), so I decided to draw my persona myself, pretty satisfied! it turned out so well <3

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