#' the sleep never lasts. ' | ooc

[blackbirdffxiv]

what is an unspoken rule you believe with gpose?

I have a couple, but some of my biggest ones are these:

You see clipping? No you don't. This is just something I feel falls on the "if no one asked you for your opinion, then don't say so". Clipping is gonna happen, it's not 100% unavoidable. Just don't go picking apart someone's gpose, it's rude and honestly kinda (note: extremely) trashy behavior.

Don't shit on vanilla players / don't shit on modded players. Just respect each other y'all, it's not that hard. Yes, people with access to mods can make more intricate pictures, but that doesn't mean people who gpose in vanilla/on console aren't worth praise for their efforts (I mean have you seen some of the gposes some vanilla players can do without crimes?)

"Your character looks good, FOR A--" Don't even think about finishing that sentence, trust me when I say it is NOT going to get a thank you. Backhanded compliments ain't it, chief.

And the biggest one of all.....

Just because your gposes don't get traction/reactions in an online space does not mean they're terrible. I speak as someone who has used both this site and the other hellish site to post my gposes and such, and as someone who has at one point had numbers get to them (and still do on the occasion); your worth and/or your characters' worth is not tied to numbers on websites that are held together with string, hot glue, and duct tape.

Whew, that was a mouthful but I am someone who enjoys this hobby very much, I'm also someone who has dealt with lots of strife from said hobby. And sometimes folks just need a reminder that this is, at the end of the day, a hobby; we're all just playing pretend with imaginary characters in a video game, but that doesn't mean we should sacrifice just being respectful of each other while doing so.

[evervita]

y'all. Y'ALL.

Look at this beautiful art of Magnolia my roommate did!! ONE CHANCE MAGNOLIA PLEASE.

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[redhead-reporter]

honey, i'm homeeee

[yuexias]

thinking about giving siyue a half brother who's an actor... the hot insane charming idol with her solemn tired sexy actor brother..

[stcries]

i'm noticing a new type i have when it comes to muses. dad/mentor/big sibling type characters, i dunno if this is saying something about me, but let's go down the list here real quick.

rengoku, choso, all might, kurapika, stolas, bruno, ace, eda, alador, lucifer, stanley, simon, splinter, venomous ...

AND NOW I'M DEBATING THIS FELLA. the newest episode awoke something in me guys, idk what's going on-

[justicespeared]

♡ I NEED THIS

makin' babies ; accepting

They would have… the softest lil boy 🥺 it counteracts with his sister but. Yeah.

He’d be shy. Growing up, he’s either hiding behind his parents or his sister. He doesn’t wanna talk. Leave him alone :( He doesn’t know how to act with people he’s a little awkward

He’d love to be a hero like his parents but he doesn’t have the nerve for it. He’s so scared of. Well. Everything. But he’s scared of dying and scared of what being a hero means. He’s not stupid: Cynthia’s grand tales of the heroes of old are all fake, and he knows it (even if she doesn’t)

He’d look up to Gerome smth FIERCE. It doesn’t help that maybe he does listen to some of Cynthia’s stories about Gerome from the good old days - and that he used to be scared, too. And he grew up strong. Maybe he can grow up strong too, like his dad!

If he DID have to pick a class? Hm. I think flying is a no-go because if he falls off he will actually die? And he doesn’t need that fear. And maybe wyverns are a little scary. Maybe. But I think he’d pick up the axe regardless

He’s ginger. There’s almost no way he isn’t. It’s not like The Brightest Red but it’s still red. He’d have dumb little freckles. He’d be gangly and awkward and clearly so uncomfortable in his own skin. I love him

[muutosarchive]

idk if the insomnia is back or what but I’m not a happy camper and my eyes weigh 1,000 pounds

[devourcr]

trying to organize my drafts. i am positive i have some missing and others i have drafted twice and three times. i plan to get to a lot of them tonight, i just need a little organization.

[mythvoiced]

-. not to post about fking sh.erl.ock in the year of our Lord & Saviour ND Stevenson 2023 but exclusive english speakers will never understand the linguistics based gasp-gutpunch-tearsinmyeyes of the scene where john asks homebaby to be his best man because if you watch the show in German when Sherlock asks 'i'm your best friend?' the 'you' John uses in his answer ('you are') is informal as the first time in the whole show they switched to 'du' rather than continuing to use the formal 'Sie' and it's such a beautiful dialogue choice i think about it every time i mourn the lack of differentiation between a formal and an informal 'you' in English

[ssunspotted]

two hours!  that is.. an amount  of rest

[evervita]

itty bitty starter call? 👉👈

[fowlofprey]

//once again i've been unwillingly reminded of artemis fowl 2020

how the fuck am i supposed to sleep peacefully now

[mvncesa]

fun reminder that decker . when super sleepy . will do the lil whine thing at the end of his yawn like a dog

[innocencel0st]

About to start bringing Draven's presents in so I can wrap them. I've run out of time.

[pedroscurls]

in every lifetime

summary: you lost logan in this universe. logan lost you in his. what happens when you both see each other again, but realize that you're both from different worlds? pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader warnings: post deadpool & wolverine ("worst" logan!variant), angst (mentions of death, loss from both reader and logan), no use of y/n. word count: 2.1k a/n: this is my first logan fic, so if anything is ooc, i'm sorry in advanced! just like everyone else, i've been obsessed with hugh jackman / logan after watching deadpool & wolverine (if it isn't obvious lol)... i had the song 'unchained melody' in mind when writing this story because whenever i hear it, i think of logan for some reason lol (tried to embed it but it didn't work, but i'd highly recommend listening to the song while reading this!) anyway, hope you enjoy! next part.

“I’ll be back.”

“But what if–”

“I always come back, bub.” Logan’s looking down at you, hand cupping your cheek. In moments like this, you can see the age in his features. The crows feet at the corners of his eyes. The gray in his hair and beard. 

“Logan…” Tears sting your eyes. You know he has to leave, has to go help Charles, but there’s a feeling deep in your gut that knows that if he goes, he isn't coming back. 

“Wait for me, then.” He says, dipping down to gently peck your lips. “Okay? Wait for me.” 

“Logan,” you repeat. “What do I do if I– if I lose you?” 

There’s a feeling in the pit of Logan’s stomach, a sense of dread and fear that he’s only ever felt when you were concerned. This feels a lot like a goodbye… That maybe if he does go, he won’t come back. And the thought alone scares him. He never used to have to think about the possibility of dying, his regenerative powers always healing him in record time, but he knows that he doesn’t heal as quickly as before. He feels more pain now than he ever had. And he knows he’s sick, knows that the adamantium that once gave him strength is now slowly making him weaker.

But now, the thought of dying… It fucking scared him. It scared him to think that he’d leave you here, all alone, grieving him. He had never thought he’d be deserving of someone like you, to be loved and taken care of so gently, so sweetly, so patiently. Even with all of the baggage he carried, you never pushed. He knew, right off the bat, that you deserved someone so much better than him, but you stayed. 

Through it all, you stayed. 

And Logan would forever be grateful. After everything he’s been through, the things he’s seen, the things he had to do, the people he’s lost, you gave him a life that was finally worth living. 

“Then, you move on, darlin’.” Logan finally answers. 

“And if I can’t?” 

“You’ll have to.” 

“I don’t… I don’t want you to go, but I know that you have to. Charles needs you and–”

“I love you with every fiber of my being, baby,” Logan interjects. “And I will love you in every lifetime.” 

And that was almost a year ago. The moment he stopped calling, you knew that was it. That he either got into some real trouble or… Or that he was no longer here. It wasn’t until a young girl named Laura showed up on your doorstep, holding his dog tags that your assumptions were correct. 

You had fallen to your knees, a sob escaping your lips, as you felt your world come crashing down. Logan’s death had left a gaping hole in your heart, in your life, and everywhere you looked and everywhere you went, all you could see was him. 

You learned from Laura that during his last moments, he had told her to come and find you, that you would take care of her and give her a good life. Whenever you were around her, you tried to be strong, tried to put on a brave front, but behind closed doors, you were a complete mess. There were days where you didn’t want to get out of bed, didn’t want to eat; you just wanted the pain to stop. Every night, whenever you closed your eyes, you forced yourself to sleep because that was the only place where you could be with him. 

In your dreams, he was alive. 

In your dreams, he had made it back home.

In your dreams, he was here with you, helping raise Laura. 

And every time you woke up, you were welcomed with the sudden reality that he wasn’t alive. He wasn’t coming back home. He wasn’t ever going to be here with you to help raise Laura. 

Logan was dead and now, you had to try and learn how to move on. 

For yourself.

For Laura.

For Logan. 

—

He didn’t know what he was doing here, why he agreed to stay with Wade because it was driving him crazy. This wasn’t even his timeline; he wasn’t even meant to be here. Despite saving Wade’s timeline, Logan still found it hard to fit in. He tried to keep Wade and every single one of his friends at an arm's distance because he knows what happens to people he cares about. 

But the more time he spent around them, the more he felt at ease. Logan would be lying if he said he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, but when Laura mentioned your name at one of Wade’s family dinners, his heart skipped a beat. When he realized he would be able to stay in this timeline, you were all he could think about. 

Logan wondered if you existed in this world and what he would do if you did. So, when Laura casually said your name, his head turned around so quickly that he felt dizzy. There were so many things he regretted in his own timeline, but you were his biggest regret. 

Just like he failed the other X-men, Logan had failed you too. You had been there with the other X-men, trying to warn them of a planned attack and ended up getting caught in the crossfire. You had called out for him, just like Scott, like Charles, like Storm. 

He managed to get to you before you had taken your last breath, holding you in his arms. Logan begged and begged for you to fight, that he’d do things right from now on as long as you just held on, but you were losing so much blood and Logan couldn’t stop it. 

Even then, when you had every right to be angry with him, you gazed up at him with an understanding look on your face. You had always been so patient and kind, so sweet and considerate. You had made him so happy and it scared him, which ultimately ended in pushing you away because he didn’t think he was deserving of it. Of you. 

“I love you, Logan,” you had said, wincing at the pain. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m–” Logan felt a sob catch in his throat, tears stinging his eyes as he looked down at you. “Please, baby, please please please, don’t–”

“I–” you coughed, eyes fluttering as you felt the pain overcome your entire body. “I will love you in every lifetime, Logan.” And then, you took your last breath, eyes falling shut and body falling limp in his arms. 

Since then, Logan drank himself day after day, from dawn to dusk. The alcohol never truly helped, his regenerative powers sobering him so fast, but with every swig of liquor, it burned. And he spent years bringing pain unto others, including himself. 

That was, until he met Wade who had given him a chance, a reason to fight for something… To not turn his back on someone who relied on him. A chance for redemption, to finally make things right. 

“So, will you meet her?” Laura asks, holding Dogpool in her arms as she gazes up at Logan. “She– She used to be with this universe’s Logan and…”

“No chance, kid.” Logan interrupts, shaking his head. “I’m not him.” 

“Did you have someone like her in yours?” she asks. “She’s always put me first, always made sure I was taken care of even when she didn’t have to, when she was grieving. And I think–” Laura sighs. “I think if she knows that some version of you is alive, it would make her real happy.”

“I’m not him,” Logan growls, feeling his irritation spike. “‘Sides, she’s better off without me.” He stands from the table and walks out into Wade’s balcony to get some fresh air, shutting the door behind him as he leans against the railing.

“But she’s coming tonight,” Laura finally says, long after Logan’s walked away.

Throughout the rest of the dinner, Logan remains outside. He can hear the muffled laughter coming from inside and it only angered him because it was just another confirmation that he didn’t belong here. He’s already on his fourth bottle of beer when he hears a familiar voice, smells a recognizable scent. He turns slightly and catches you stepping into Wade’s apartment, an arm slinging over Laura’s shoulders so casually, so maternally. 

He feels his heart rate pick up. Your smile still lights up a room and he can’t help but his lips turning upwards at the sight. With his enhanced hearing, Logan can hear your voice and he shuts his eyes for a moment, tuning all of his attention on you until you’re the only one he hears. 

Then, he hears your laugh and he lets out a sigh. He never thought he’d be able to hear that again, but his eyes shoot open when he hears you say his name. There’s a shocked tone in your voice, laced with sadness and hope. It all but crushes him because he knows that you’re probably expecting someone else, expecting this world’s Logan and he doesn’t want to disappoint you. Not again. He doesn’t think he’d be able to handle it if he were to hurt you again. 

But when he looks at you, his breath catches in his throat when your eyes meet his. Logan notices the surprise look on your face, but before he could try and escape, you’re already walking towards him. When you open the door and step out with him, your scent fills his senses and it makes him dizzy, like he can’t fully concentrate. 

“You…” he hears you say, voice unsteady. “You’re not… I’m–” you sigh and shake your head. 

“I know who you are,” Logan finally says, his own voice shaky. 

Your hands reach out for him, but stopping halfway when you realize this isn’t your Logan. This is not the same man who died all those years ago. This is some version of him – much younger, less wrinkles and gray hairs in his hair and beard, but he still has that same look on his face. The scowl. 

“From Laura?” you ask hesitantly. 

“From my universe,” Logan answers. 

“There– There’s a version of me in your universe?” 

“There was.”

“And what happened to me?” 

Logan’s jaw tightens. “The same thing that happened to your Logan in this universe.”

“Oh.” Your face drops, eyes softening. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. 

Logan wants to run far from here, far from you because he feels himself yearning for more. He almost forgot how it felt like to be near you, to be inches away that he can just reach out and pull you into his arms. Your eyes captivate him, the kindness it expresses makes him feel like he matters. You had always made him feel that way that even through all of his anger, through all of the walls he put up, you showed him that he was deserving of something good. Even if he didn’t believe it himself. 

And you… You were the best thing to ever happen to him.

“Don’t know why you’re apologizin’,” Logan mutters. 

There’s an uncomfortable silence that engulfs the both of you. He can see the tears threatening to spill over, can see the way your lower lip is beginning to tremble and he has this sudden urge to console you, to wipe away the tears that have now fallen down your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, bringing your hands up to wipe away the tears that seem to be trickling down your face nonstop. “I just– Losing my Logan just crushed me and I don’t think I’ve ever recovered.” 

My Logan. 

Logan can practically feel his heart beating in his chest. This isn’t a conversation that he thought he would be having and certainly not with someone he loved and died because of him. 

“That’s okay,” Logan responds quietly, his tone softening. “I don’t think it’s easy to recover from losing someone you love.”

“Did you– Did you love me in your universe?” 

Logan nods slowly, tightening his jaw as he gazes down at you. “With every fiber of my being.” 

Your eyes widen and stare up at him. This might be a different Logan, but hearing those words again just brings you back to the moment you last saw your Logan before he left to go take care of Charles. 

“Did you love me in yours?” Logan asks hesitantly.

You nod instantly, tears trickling down your cheek as you stare up at him. “I’d love you in every lifetime.” 

Logan feels his own set of tears pool at the corners of his eyes and he moves a hand to rest on the railing, fingers lightly brushing against yours as he stares into your eyes. 

“I’m not him,” he whispers. 

“I know,” you say quietly. “And I’m not her.”