#femme!logan

[bugcowboyart]

my take on the Butch Wolverine trend

[fuffleton]

[mischivarien]

More deadclaws yuri♡

[icarusredwings]

The Salon

Thinking about transfem, Wade finds herself a nice beauty shop and she's been going here for a couple of weeks, and while she's worn wigs before, this is her first true glue down.

Tw (apprently) Dramatization of language, satire, it's supposed to sound terribly written. That's the point.

She's getting a full bouncey blowout, and today she's even decided that she's getting old money nails, Cherry Mocha to be exact. "They look like blood!" She giggles, estatic and simply glowing with joy.

"Now hold still, baby. You're finna mess up your edges."

"Honey, she gon be messing up more than that when she gets home." The woman next to them say.

The salon busts out in laughter as another client giggles in the heating dome.

"What? Why would I mess it up? I promise I'll follow the care routine."

They laugh again. "Oh sweetheart, They mean... Don't be letting your mans tug up on your weave."

"Oh.. OH -" she giggles too, blushing at the idea. She wonders what Logan was doing right now. If he likes the lunch, she packed him, and if his construction buddies were still giving him a fuss from the notes that she left him or the heart-shaped sandwiches.

"But darlin' I'm not kidding, when your mans see you, you're gonna have to beat him off ya with a stick!"

"Shoo guurrrll you're so right!" The other says.

Wade giggles once again, shaking her head quickly. "No, no! He ain't like that. I-i mean sure, he thinks im pretty, but.. he might be lying." She says quickly,

"Aye!! Gurl, watch the curler!! You're gonna done burn your neck off!" She scolds hers.

"I think you might have already burned her braincells off because there ain't no way you think he's lying. You gotta be kidding me!"

"If that man is lyin', Leave him, sis!"

"Noo... it's alright. I-I know he loves me, it's just.. I look like this - you know? And he's so god damn handsome I just.. sometimes I think he might-"

"Now you hush your mouth right now and litsen to me girl, you hear me? You are gorgeous. Besides, if a man can't handle a little cancer, then he aint worth your time and beauty. Huh ladies?"

"Mhm. Damn right." They nod, "Preach!"

"Maybe get a little work done in the chest. Boys love a fat chest, dollface."

Wade frowns, hands coming to her chest. Logan never mentioned anything about her being flat before, but.. the words don't help the voices telling her otherwise.

"Well, good thing she's put for a man, not a boy, huh, Georgette? Besides... yours couldn't keep your husband from lookin at the secretary.."

"Ooooh!!" The salon says as the woman known as Deb smirks. "Now let me turn ya around, baby."

A deep gasp came from her, leaning forward as she stood up, smiling widely. "Is that... me?" She whispers, hand going to the curls as tears gloss those bright opal eyes of hers.

"It's always been you, sugar. Just had to bring her out to shine in the sunlight. So whatda think? How do you feel?"

"I-.." standing she turns, looking at the sides and back. "I-i feel.. beautiful!!"

"Yeaah!! That's what we wanna hear. Now what do you think your hot hunk is gonna think about this?"

"If he don't take you home and please ya babygirl I will!"

The woman scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Shut up, Carl! Everyone round here done know you got the bumps!"

The changes were simple. Some deep conditioning lotion, a tiny bit of powder over the bandaged wounds, some tone matching lip stick, eyelash extentions, drawn on eyebrows, her nails. They all meant nothing individually but tied together with that wig?

Wade might actually begin to believe that she was pretty.

The shop bell rings as the salon goes quiet.

In walked a man in a sweat woaked wife beater, thick boots with cement stuck to the bottom, dirty pants and tan gloves with stains themselves, hair up his arms glittering with grey dust.

Wiping some sweat off his brow with a dark blue hankerchief, he smiles nervously. "Hi.. erm.."

"Damn.. what I wouldn't give to have an ass that tight.."

"I bet I could flick I dime off that thang." Some older ladies whispered to each other in the back.

Another began to fan herself with a magazine as she came to him. "How can I help you, sugar?"

Wade giggles, knowing her man was fine as fuck. Esspecially after work. If he stayed too long, though, he might stink up the shop.

"I'm uh.. lookin' for my wife..?"

"Mmh, is that so? And what if I say you're lookin at her right now?"

The mans face sqrunches, brows furrowing and nose twiching. "..I don't think so.."

Wade could squeal right now, giggling again.

"Oh leave that mean be, Loretta! He's old enough to be your father!"

"Tch.. if my father was that fine maybe I would've gone to college like my mama wanted." She says, moving aside as Wade stepped up. Logan knew that smile anywhere, his eyes lighting up, a little glad because things were starting to get uncomfortable.

"Hi..." she says, holding her purse behind her back with a small sway, blushing and giggling as she watches Logan's eyes look ever inch of her.

"H-hi! I uhm.. you look great." He grins, arms coming around her waist.

"Great? JUST great??" Debs hand came to her hip. "You insultin my work?"

"N-no ma'am! I-.. You're.."

A woman in the corner getting a perm starts to say something but Deb put her finger up. "Let the man think. It's hard to think of words when so much more is on his mind." She smirks, making Logan blush and look down.

Wade squeals in delight. "Is that true?"

He swallows. "Shh.. You look stunning. But.. you know you didn't have to do all this. You were already gorgeous just the way you are."

Wade blinks, misunderstanding. "You don't like it..?"

"No-"

"No!?"

The woman all look at each other with raised brows.

By now, Logan was sweating more from this then from the job. "No! I mean- Yes!! I do. I like it. But I LOVE you. No matter what. And I like what ever makes you happy. Does it make you happy?" He asks, hand coming up to softly caress her cheek.

"Yes.." She smiles. "Do you like my nails?" Her hand comes up as he tilts his head.

"They look like blood.."

"That's what I said!!" She giggles again, leaving the shop.

Loretta looks to Deb. "...Shes gonna need a touch up by the time hes done with her."

Deb laughs through her nose. "Shut up.."

[refinedlobotomy]

Hi poolverine request if ya wanna:

Short Logan in a suit (brown with yellow accents maybe?) And Wade in high heels(he loves being Taller) and a simple elegant dress?

so i kinda turned this into transfem wade because i’m in love with her

i’ve been thinking about this request since you sent it, thank you, yes she absolutely adores being taller

[mischivarien]

Who here needs some domestic deadclaws yuri⁉️

[ninapatronnsworldd]

In the lab 👩‍🔬🔬🧪

[notfernintheslighest]

i can’t edit for shit but Issues by Violent Femmes is just so them i couldn’t resist

i had to compromise a lot cause i couldn’t find the scenes i wanted, mainly i wanted the “kitchen door” part to be when wolverine is dining with deadpool’s family

[logansdogmotif]

i’m dressed as feminine, hairy, and square-shaped/dad-shaped wolverine rn i just thought y’all should know i’m living up to my fucking name

[bisexualfagdyke]

WOLVERINE IS A BUTCH BISEXUAL TRANS MAN BEAR!!!!

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

making this completely crashed my phone it wasnt worth it

[vertigoartgore]

2003's Wolverine/Doop Vol.1 #1-2 covers by artist Darwyn Cooke.

[rayedraws]

Undercover Huntress

The silk of Amberette's dress clung to her every curve, and each step across the polished floor echoed ripples of elegance. Everything she wore, from the designer dress that shimmered under the soft glow of the ballroom lights to the showstopping choker with strands flowing down her chest like a waterfall caught in the moonlight, was meticulously planned. Amberette was a work of art that demanded attention. And she received that attention from one of the queens of the underworld, Athena Corleone. Athena, the night's host and mastermind behind the lavish gala and auction that were in full swing, found herself enthralled by Amberette's presence. Even a woman hardened by years of navigating the city's criminal underbelly couldn't resist being dazzled by the boldness of Amberette's beauty. Beneath the brazen display, a different story was unfolding. Every step was calculated, every smile was part of a meticulously crafted plan, a weapon aimed against Athena. The target, the true reason Amberette stood in front of one of the most notorious criminals, was the opulent display across the room��a diamond-encrusted emerald necklace worth more than the combined net worth of all the gala’s guests. The necklace was about to be auctioned off to fund Athena’s criminal empire. The jewellery was a thing of beauty tainted by murder and betrayal, serving as a testament to Athena’s ruthlessness and her disloyalty when it came to matters of money and power. Amberette, a huntress in a designer gown, had captivated Athena with her witty banter and a smile that could penetrate even the most hardened souls. Her flirtatious comments and deliberate touches drew Athena closer. Her charm melted away any of Athena's suspicion, and she was enthralled. Every step was like a dance between seduction and deception. Every touch, compliment, smile, and laugh were calculated steps in her intricate plan. Athena was trapped in Amberette's snare, and she was powerless to escape. At a distance, panic began to ripple. Panicked guards approached Athena, their faces ashen with dread, and whispered to her, "It's... it's gone, Miss Corleone. “What?!” Her tone was cold and stern. “The centrepiece... it's gone." Athena looked across the room, seeing an empty space where the necklace should have been. Her expression shifted from denial to fury. Her heart was pounding so loudly against her ears that she didn't even hear Amberette walking closer to her. “Don't worry, darling,” Amberette purred in her ear. “Accidents happen.” Her words were a cold taunt, delivered with nonchalance only she could master. Athena turned around, her gaze intense and fiery. “You?” she yelled in disbelief, rage consuming her. “How?!” “Such a dramatic accusation, Miss Corleone,” Amberette began, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Do you really think I would be caught dead in such a gaudy display?” Athena leaned in to whisper to the guards on how to deal with the thieves. Before she could say anything, sudden screams erupted from another room where a small fire had broken out. The guards quickly left to deal with the fire before it spread out of control. Amberette took the opportunity to step back, realizing it was time for her to disappear amidst the growing chaos. “If I were you, I’d invest in better security detail. Or perhaps,” she paused, her smile disappearing and her eyes twinkling with a dangerous spark, “you could just stick to galas you can actually afford. Perhaps, then, you won’t need to resort to murdering your allies for financial gain.” With that parting shot, Amberette briefly stopped and looked back. Her hand lowered into a hidden compartment near the slit of her dress, reappearing with a glint of cold steel. The pistol she held was a punctuation mark to her words, a reminder of the consequences of underestimating her. A smile reemerged, this time hinting at something more sinister. And maybe, if Athena is unlucky enough, she may find out why they call her Mamba. Athena’s eyes widened in shock. The air was heavy with unspoken threats. Screams and panic began to fill the room as the smoke made its way to the ballroom. For a split-second, Athena looked behind her at the empty display and then turned back around. Just like that, Amberette was gone. In her place, only the faint smell of her perfume lingered. Amberette weaved through the guests like a silent phantom amidst the chaos. With precise steps, she retreated toward the rendezvous point. As she exited through double doors, she saw Raye waiting for her, with a triumphant grin on her face and the necklace in her hand. “Was the fire necessary?” Amberette asked, already knowing the answer. “Always. She deserved to be taken down a peg,” Raye replied. Amberette scoffed as they made their escape, leaving the gala behind. _______________________________________________________________________________ Amberette is as beautiful as she is lethal. Athena got off lucky this time around. Amberette belongs to me.  Hope you enjoyed this short story :) 

[clowndensation]

genuinely love the siblings putting connor in charge of logan's funeral with absolutely no thoughts or reservations. togan long game, logan's been cryogenically frozen and wakes up one day decades in the future. only, what's this? tom wambsgans head of waystar royco? logan's no stranger to doing what it takes to gain (or regain) control of a company, but perhaps after all these years, tom has surprises in store for him, too…

[x-press-it]

OC Moodboard - E❣️- Devilish Desires

Told you I was going to make one of those ^^

I'm currently working on editing chapter 6 but I needed a break to cool off a little 🫣🥵❤️‍🔥🤣

E faceclaim is Demet Ozdemir but with darker skin and blue eyes.

If you don’t know E and want to read more about them, go check Devilish Desires ��❣️

🔖 @quillycrow

[pigeonneaux]

🤝 going insane about butch wolverine i want her

BESOIN D'ELLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE