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[aashidoodles]

vamp shiguang but they do/play with each other’s hair🙏

Shiguang flirting with each other as usual (but in the vampire au)

[boltwrites]

I haven’t recently thought about Hugh Jackman but this Movie has recently given me hunger™️

Reader/Logan fic hurt/comfort where Logan knew reader in his world (but reader never met Logan in their world) and tries to ignore them out of guilt but reader is persistently trying to be friends w him. Eventually Logan opens up about what happened in his world with reader…

A/N: so uh. i originally wrote this as headcanons in bullet point format but tumblr didn't like it so i had to redo some shit and uh. anyway. it's not my normal fic quality so i'm sorry for that.

in other author's note news - lmk if you want the recipe.

You smiled at Logan across the table as Wade rambled on about something or other. You didn't know him - well, other than what Wade had spouted off about him before inviting you to this make-birthday party after the first one went to shit - but you wanted to.

You didn't exactly know why you wanted that. Maybe just curiosity? Wade did say he'd be living with him for the foreseeable future, and as his neighbor, you should introduce yourself and be friendly, right?

But it was kind of more than that. He was hot. definitely, very hot. Maybe not your usual type - you weren't typically into older men. But there was just something about him. Something magnetic.

Either way, he'd definitely avoided you at that party. spent most of his time sulking in the corner, talking to Al or sometimes Colossus.

You'd walked up to him, smile on your face, and introduced yourself. He'd barely looked at you.

"Nice to meet you," he'd replied, his tone gruff and dismissive. By the way he spoke it sounded less like it was nice to meet you and more like you were inconveniencing him with your mere existence. Like he'd been dreading the idea of you coming over and introducing yourself.

"Wade says you helped stop the time ripper," you tried, willing yourself to ignore how shitty he was treating you. Wade had mentioned that this man - Logan - was a little rough around the edges. rude. A drunk, even. Maybe he just wasn't good with people in general.

"Yep," he replied, shooting you a glare over the glass of - was that pure fucking bourbon? - he was sipping out of. You tried your best not to let it get to you - but you also knew how to take a hint. He wasn't interested in talking. That shot straight to your stomach like a bullet made of embarrassment and guilt, but whatever.

It's fine. you were younger than him by a decent margin. He could probably tell just by the look in your eyes that you were interested in him as more than just a friend. He probably just wanted to shut that shit down as quickly and efficiently as possible. You weren't gonna blame him for that. You've done the same for several weird men in the past - including Wade, before he got the hint and the two of you became fast friends. You weren't necessarily interested in being his post-Vanessa rebound, and he respected that.

So, that's fine, you'd just be nice to Logan. He could be your friend, too. He was rooming with Wade and Al, after all. It would be good to make friends with him.

"Hey!" You smiled when he opened the door a few days after the party. You stood there, hands currently occupied by a tin foil-wrapped package.

"What do you want?" Logan asked, looking you up and down with more paranoia than you'd expected. You thought that maybe he was just uncomfortable with your advances, but this time, it was like he was searching for something. What, you didn't know.

"I just wanted to give you this," you replied, thrusting your gift into his hands - the smooth glass of the pie mold contrasting with the brief brush of his calloused hands. You tried not to shiver.

"It's a pie," you continued on, even as Logan stared off into the distance, at something you couldn't see. "When I saw what you were drinking at the party, I thought you might like it. It's a family recipe. Pumpkin pie with a shitload of bourbon. As a welcome to the neighborhood kind of thing."

You offered him an awkward sort of smile, a little shrug. He blinked, snapping himself out of his thousand yard stare only to glare at you like you'd just offered him a dead animal instead of a home-baked pie. Your blood briefly turned to ice as you wondered if maybe this man was actually sober and you'd mistake the iced tea in his glass as pure liquor. As if Wade ever had that sort of shit in his apartment.

"I-" he looked down at the pie, then up at you, taking a breath as if he wanted to say more, but instead shaking his head, like he was knocking some bit of cobwebs or old dust loose. "Thanks."

He nodded at you in acknowledgement, then slammed the door in your face. Great.

Wade wasn't much help either. He'd returned the pie dish and you'd wrung your hands and asked him if you'd done something that made Logan hate you. The dish was empty, but your stomach churned at the thought of the man just taking a knife and scraping the whole thing into the trash. You'd even made the crust by hand, too.

"Oh, fuck no!" Wade scoffed, shaking his head. "Are you kidding me? Listen, if there's anything I know about our not-so-furry friend, it's that he can put up with a metric fuckton of asinine shit. I mean - he's living with me! Do you know how many times he's used his little clawsies to hole-punch my organs? Like - so many!" Wade waved his arms for emphasis. "If he really hated you, he wouldn't just sulk around about it like a teenager - no! He'd hurt you! Like the kind of teenager that would shoot up their local high school!"

You rolled your eyes at Wade, but you knew that's just how he was. No filter, all idiocy. "Did he - did he at least try the pie," you asked, voice a little more hopeful than you'd meant for it to sound.

"Try it - fuck! That man has full-tilt sprinted at me on all fours and I've never seen him so animalistic. He was eating that pie like it would crawl inside his dick itself and pull out an orgasm. I swear - and may Thor strike me dead and then mourn my fried corpse - that he actually growled when I asked for a slice."

You didn't believe Wade for a second, but fuck. at least that made you feel better. You offered him your thanks and a sweet smile as you received your dish and promised to make him something "Wolvie" wouldn't hoard when you brought something over next. You promised to try your best.

Really, what you'd try your best at was winning this shy Wolverine over to your good side. You didn't want to force him to be your friend, obviously - but if you had made a bad impression, even if that impression was solely based on the fact that you were also friends with Wade - you wanted to make it right.

So you did everything you could. Baked and cooked and offered the results up whenever you could afford the extra ingredients. Made sure to snatch up any packages bound for Wade's apartment so your notorious Amazon thief didn't have the chance to. You even dog-sat that nasty looking creature Wade had adopted - she was very sweet, but you had nightmares about that tongue.

It all came to a head, one day. One day when you almost brained yourself walking up the stairs.

You'd been holding grocery bags - supplies to make your perfected mac and cheese recipe - head down as you ascended the steps. That was, until you ran into what felt like a brick wall. Or, an iron one. Your shoulder smacked whatever it was and you jolted backwards, gasping as you dropped the bag you were holding to cling to the railing-

Only to catch and grip tight at thin fabric as a firm, steel-strong arm wrapped around your waist. You finally caught your breath, lungs filling and then immediately vacating as you locked eyes with none other than Logan.

"Fuck."

Both of you said it. But you gasped, it, breathless and dreamy. Meanwhile he spat it, like he knew something like this would happen, and he'd been planning his whole day to avoid it.

As soon as you found your footing again, he threw his arm away from you like you'd burned him. Like your very existence was offensive to him, somehow. He manages to spin you around as he let go of your waist, disorient you as you sputtered, glancing after him.

The stairs were littered with groceries - blocks of cream cheese, butter, cookies for the crust - fresh fruit for the filling. A bag of sugar had exploded, its contents dusting the next landing like snow. All of this - ingredients you'd bought, with money you'd worked your ass off to afford - and the man you'd been trying to impress stepped in that puddle of sugar, granules crackling under his boot.

You damn near saw red.

"Logan!" you snapped, your voice harsh, crisp as it echoed through the stairwell. Fuck. You hated using that voice - but it made him freeze on the spot.

He turned to look at you - eyes wide, as if he was some child who'd been caught in a lie. But also - that gaze was knowing, somehow. Like he knew what you used that voice for. What it meant for him.

You sighed, tried to regain your composure. It was fine. You were fine. When you opened your eyes, you addressed him with even, annunciated words:

"Why do you hate me?"

Even as you tried your best to dull your voice of emotion, it slipped through. A waved of your throat, the hint of water in your eyes. You hated it - this man didn't hold that power over you. You just - you were used to being liked. That's all.

Logan looked at you like you'd shot him.

"What?" he asked, just as breathless as you felt. You thought you detected just a hint of hurt in that syllable.

"It-it's just-" you tried not to let yourself waver, but you stuttered as you spoke. "I've been trying to just - to be your friend, to be a good neighbor. Like I am to Wade, like we - we hang out, sometimes. But you- you're just - I feel like you've been kind of rude to me."

You sounded like a child.

Logan took a breath. A deep one, as if this were a confrontation that had been a long time coming (which it was) and that he was prepared to have a conversation he'd dreaded (which was really what got you - if he really just disliked you, why would he care enough to prepare something? What was going on?)

He turned around - gathered up all your dropped groceries - and started walking up the stairs, passing you and continuing his way to your shared floor. He'd previously been on his way out, so you didn't do much except stare at him until he was nearly half a flight ahead of you and your brain finally switched on again.

He led you to the apartment he shared with Wade, nodded as he held the door open for you. It felt strange - you hadn't been inside the apartment since the party. You'd always felt too nervous to ask Wade if he wanted to continue your usual game nights. Too intimidated by Logan.

He set the groceries on the counter, and practically sank into the couch. You perched on the chair opposite it, still not quite believing that he had let you in. That you were going to talk. He breathed in deeply, steadying himself before he spoke, eyes still glued to the floor.

"I'm not from here. 'M sure Wade told you that much," he glanced up, only to nod in your direction. You nodded back.

"My world - timeline, whatever the fuck - I killed it. Everyone I loved, everyone I cared about - they all died. Because of me."

You sat in rapt attention as his shoulders tensed, his jaw flexed. This was a lot, for him. You didn't really understand why he was telling you about it, but it was important to him. So you listened.

"Every timeline is different. At least, that's what the science says. Ones that are closer together - might have the same people show up at around the same time. Might be - people I knew. People I - cared about."

Logan glanced up, again. Caught your eyes with his and swallowed harshly.

"You're - one of them. One of the people I lost."

"Oh," you breathed, because now it all made sense. The strange looks, the curt conversations - even the thousand yard stare. You were triggering his memories of a horrible time of his life with every step you took in his direction. And you didn't even know it.

"I'm so sorry," You whispered, trying your best to quell any tears that might form sympathetically. No wonder he kept pushing you away. You were a walking PTSD trigger.

"No-" he gasped, shaking his head as he stood up, like he'd been shocked upright. "No, it's not -"

He cleared his throat, shook his head like he was trying to find the right words.

"I know I was pushing you away. And it is - hard, to see you again. But - I want to see you. I want to get to know you, again," if you didn't know any better, you'd think that there were tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

"You made the pie, you know. The pumpkin pie. I was only there for the one Thanksgiving, but I remember it. You swore you'd cooked off all the liquor, but Xavier made you promise only the adults would get a slice."

He grinned at you, then - wide, real. It was pretty, that smile. You could imagine recognizing it, in another life.

"None of the kids got any. Too good for them, anyway," he took a step towards you, and you rose from your seat, legs only a little wobbly.

"That's good," you breathed, voice as shaky as your knees. "I use vodka in the crust, too."

"I know," Logan grinned, a hand grasping yours, his smile somehow wider than before.

You wondered, as you strode forward into a crushing hug against his chest, if it felt so right in every universe.

[sammi-xox]

made my girly some tattoos ;P

[saintshigaraki]

Life hack for dating the bllk boys: any time you want them to do something, just look kind of spacey and mention that you were thinking abt how your ex never did (thing) for you

the way this works for every single one of them is crazy lmaoo. except like. otoya

[fucken-druggo]

old ish pics i still like

missing my natural hair rn it was so healthy

[hellsballz]

hellz what do you think about jay’s new look ☺️

was unfortunate enough to see the leaks even though im trying my best not to look at them but when a new trailer comes out ppl tag it as ninjago spoilers so i clicked on a post anyways. WHEN I TELL TOU I WAS LAUGHING MY ASS OF THE ENTRE EVENING. LIKE I WAS ACTUALLY GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET THANK GOD I WAS HOME ALONE CUZ MY FAMILY WOULD BE CONSIDERED. THE DUDES BALDING. HE IS BALDING. ITS SO FUCKING INSANELY FUNNY HE IS BALDING.

[idon-twannabeperceived]

My. Class. Won't. Start. And it's been aFUCKING HOUR

[latenightsundayblues]

i love how you draw adam. he really is a sopping wet rat

*twirls hair* you think sooooooo

[vampyrluver]

New Jersey....., i will not miss u when i leave im sorry

[sensei-wu]

Now if I had a nickel for every time I have been pinned to the wall by an ice elemental...

..I would have too many to count.

[moonske]

does anyone know where i can procure adobe after effects 🏴‍☠️🚶🏿‍♀️...

[starset-sarsaparilla]

"i would like to extend an invitation to join the followers of the apocalypse."

[meimeikyu]

hi im here about the prosecutor phoenix au,,

im listening 👀👂👂👂

HAIIIII THIS IS GONNA BE RAMBLY WARNING N UNDER THE CUT IT GOES !!!! since this is very general ask about him im just gonna yap about him a ton feel free to ask more :3

(ALSO GAME SPOILERS ESP FOR T&T)

SO !!! Prosecutor Phoenix who goes by 'Prosecutor Doe' in my au (bcs i was listening to ballad of jane doe while making him, the connotations fit (will elaborate:3) and also phoenix is a massive theater nerd canon in this au true to me always).

so i call this au my prosecutor phoenix / prosecutor doe but it is effectively and in practice a roleswap au as miles is a defense attorney here!

ive seen swap aus done a lot of ways but im personally a big fan of manfred involvement and im a huge fan of how dahlia functions as a character so both of them are hugely involved here!! The main important swap bits are:

DL-6 does not go down as in the original game (whether it goes down differently or just doesnt happen at all here remains to be seen as i have not fully written it jdjdjdkd leaning towards going down differently but either way gregory is still alive in this au and thus miles becomes a defense attorney!!)

And the other major swap bit is ofc how phoenix actually becomes a prosecutor which. manfred effectively steals him

(abuse/manipulation n angsty things ahead phoenix is having a fun time i swear /SILY)

up to phoenixes college days him miles n larry all stay relatively close, esp with phoenix having a bond with gregory due to his own parent issues and the fact they all stay together. when college starts and phoenix meets dahlia in this au however (for all intents and purposes dahlia is dahlia in this au and not iris as it makes her behaviour here make more sense) she starts getting much more directly manipulative with him in attempts to retrieve the necklace from him, tending to isolate him from larry and miles and eventually. leading to the court happeings of doug swallows murder. phoenix is framed that all happens semi normally but. dahlia here. well. ive always been a big fan of making the necklace eatinf incident incredbily angsty :3333

its effectively a suicide pact here,,, dahlia claims either she or phoenix will go to jail no matter what they do and that this is their only way out and to be together and well. phoenix is isolated and manipulated and even if he doesnt want to die he. doesnt want her to go to jail. and if eating this evidence has a chance to save her and shes going through with it too he. he has too.

this of course ends. incredibly horribly with dahlia ofc NOT going through with her end and ending up with phoenix nearly dying and having his entire voicebox removed in light of the damage from the glass and poison (along with some other things)

this results in a supposed mistrial at least temporarily, until phoenix can stand in court again. and HERE is where manfred comes in. having never forgiven gregory, knowing phoenixes connections, knowing and seen proven already hes incredbily manipulatible and currently incredbily vunerable he takes his chances. he doesnt outright state that phoenix will be setenced to life in prison (or. worse) for this murder if he doesnt go with manfred but its heavily implied. and phoenix is scared and hurt and ANGRY at dahlia at his defense attorney at everyone really and. he goes with...

phoenix wright effectively disappears off the planet a week after the incident and larry and miles dont even learn of the trial till weeks later, it all being kept under wraps at first due to technicalities but then due to manfred intentionally trying to hide it... and for a while thats. kinda it. miles never gets over it and never stops hoping hell be able to find him and. eventually this mysterious prosecutor doe appears,,, no one seems to know his real name, miles only ever hears him referred to as 'Prosecutor Doe' no matter what he asks no one has an answer and. even his father who meets him in court once seems to have no clue... Until of course, miles gets to meet him in court himself :)

there is. so much more to this and still a LOT i need to properly format and write out and plot down if that makes sense the story isnt totally complete past this point but. i have sooo many thoughts about him if u have anything more u want to hear about or even silly misc things i love talking about him so much hes my silly guy and he is having the worst time this isnt even touching on him properly being trained by manfred or his relationship with franziska (bcs shes my fav i HAD to have her be close to him her n edgeworth may be the hater siblings but here her n phoenix r such siblings to me and i have SO MANY THOUGHTS on them bonding n things) him working with badd (which i .need to finish aai2 to get more thoughts for fjdjdjdjd) and yea so many things idk if im ever gonna. write this into a fanfic or comic or like even just pretend cases like the games (tho i do have the case plotted thats effectively the finale case) but i am. spinning them so hard i love my swapnix shdjjdkdkdk

[lordgeneralsix]

is it just me or is bioware spoiling way too much about the game . talking about gameplay improvements is one thing but revealing story and companion arcs seems very insecure to me bc now the mystery is gone when people play for the first time . seems like they're trying too hard to prove that their game isn't garbage after that first trailer but this is not how you do that

[dandeleon]

WHITE‼️‼️‼️

[krystaldeath]

Haha I’ve got. Too many ausssss

But I did think up a new modern one. That follows the og video game plot a bit but Narinder was trapped for 10,000 years and instead of commuting a sheep genocide the bishops make all sheep have to prove every month that they’re not worshiping The One Who Waits and have no intention to free him