#femme!logan

[bugcowboyart]

my take on the Butch Wolverine trend

[fuffleton]

[mischivarien]

More deadclaws yuri♡

[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⁉️

[sebsters]

figured out latex is hard to draw... anyway, here's Storm and her pitbull - I mean butch Logan

[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

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

making this completely crashed my phone it wasnt worth it

[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

[littlelordfckleroy]

Thinking about Roman Roy

[bisexualfagdyke]

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

[vertigoartgore]

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

[artificiallita]

listen i know to die clean and pretty is the most needlessly tragic thing ive ever foisted upon the fandom and i absolutely should not be looking for ways to make it worse

but

what if same story but erika’s pov

[vmprlover418]

hello trans femme wolverine fans, i’ve added a small chapter to my fic! if anyone would like to read 😋 enjoy!

[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 :)