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youngyoo-apologist Ā· 8 months ago
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Writing fanfic with like 90% of the plot already planned is so funny but also so painful because every time thereā€™s a mystery I purposefully put into the story as something that will be foreshadowed to revealed and revealed later in just praying people donā€™t think its a plot hole.
Like for example, the timeline OG Cale and Choi Han living in being different from TBoaH with some similarities. (The major differences being that Lily Henituse is alive, and while the rest of the continent took a pretty hard hit with the war, the Roan Kingdom managed to rebuild some of itself later in the war) , this one is so important because like, things arenā€™t supposed to be that way! I didnā€™t change canon for no reason! That happened for a reason! Guys! I swear!
Same thing with like KRS and OG Cale being able to hear eachother since they were young through their dreams, like that also has a reasoning behind it I promiseeee guys I swearšŸ˜­šŸ˜­ itā€™s like my biggest irrational fear that people will think that Iā€™m just doing these things with nothing to back them up even though I know I shouldnā€™t rlly think abt it too much and just write the story like I intended šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
I feel like a part of writing fanfic, especially LCF fanfic that makes me so nervous is the fact that canon is already and established and really well written universe. If things change, I feel like I need to make it OBVIOUS that they changed on purpose and not cause Iā€™m changing things for the sake of changing them.
Sometimes I re read older chapters and go ā€œwow, the delivery of this line sucked! I should re-write that slightlyā€ because Iā€™ve gotten better at phrasing things but WHAT IF ITS TOO LATEEEEEEE šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ when I donā€™t have a limited vocabulary anymore itā€™s going to be the day I write something real good
Like Iā€™m reading the early chaoters of [In the Borderline] and itā€™s like, FUCK some of these things just look like a dues ex machina even though they have reasons behind them.
I think a huge part of it is because of the wording, and how sudden everything is, I should have emphasized the characters confusion to these things to as a way to show that yes, things are off, BUT I DIDNT BECAUSE WHEN I WAS WRITING I FORGOT TO PROOF READ šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ AND NOW ITS TOO LATEEE
Idk Iā€™m just saying stuff at this point, but I guess my point is for a story like lcf, I want my fanfic to be something good becauee I really love lcf. I want to be able to write a story that shows how much I love the characters and things I want to see happening, but without erasing importance of characters or anything from TCF because I firmly believe that KRS is important no matter what.
There are things I will never change, like KRS being the one to name Raon, KRS being the children averaging whatever years oldā€™s father, KRS having the silver shield(cause I think thatā€™s like THE ancient power that represents him, that and Vitality of the Heart)
In a regression fic like [In the Borderline], where the time line has diverged so much, and in general is a fic that plays the long game when it comes to plot points, I just want it to be clear that everything happens for a reason and that Iā€™ll never change KRSā€™s importance to the story, cause in that fic, OG Cale and KRS are both so important.
Choi Han too but heā€™s like, supposed to be cool and mysterious rn I canā€™t reveal too much abt him and TBoaH and why the world Cale and Choi Han lived in has so many differences from TboaH novel
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edwinisms Ā· 5 months ago
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i like to think, as a hc or a theory (because itā€™s definitely possible), that charles has had a few kisses throughout his high school years, sure, but past that heā€™s undeniably a virginā€“ well, kind of undeniably, because I think heā€™d deny it if found out by trying to use technicalities (ā€œI mean that one time there was friction involvedā€“ā€œ), but to any reasonable person, and by occult standards (see: edwin being a virgin sacrifice), heā€™s a virgin.
and i think this because it seems like him to fib about his level of experience (like he did when agreeing heā€™d sleep with crystal, matching her level of casualness about it) when in the presence of people who do, actually, have experience, in the hopes he doesnā€™t come off as lame or childish. given what we know about his ā€œfriendsā€ when he was alive, they seem like the type to have teased or bullied boysā€“ especially in their own circleā€“ who havenā€™t gotten laid, or at the very least wouldā€™ve thought less of someone for it. and given what we know about charles, i donā€™t think heā€™d be nearly as sleazy and inconsiderate as his group when it comes to landing girls with the primary intention of adding to his body count. and considering heā€™s only supposed to be 16? and has never mentioned any significant relationships pre-death? it just seems unlikely.
all that to sayā€“ I can see him maintaining that facade of experience and confidence literally right up until the moment it matters, and in the heat of the moment getting nervous and embarrassed because ā€œuhhh. so I may have been exaggerating some things.ā€ though heā€™s not totally clueless either, I think itā€™d take a bit of a soft heart to heart moment for him to be reassured enough that he wonā€™t fuck up and hurt his partner to go any further.
anyway not sure what the relevance of this is, but itā€™s something.
#rambling#charles#dead boy detectives#charles rowland#that means almost definitely crystal is the only one whoā€™s not a virgin. I donā€™t think I need to explain why#though that wouldnā€™t make intimacy particularly easier for her I donā€™t think. considering most of her experiences have probably been with#her Literal Demon Abusive Stalker Boyfriend#but I digress#trying not to put too much weight on ages when it comes to these kinds of headcanons/theories because. I mean. theyā€™re not treated like#16 year olds by the plot nor do they look like 16 year olds at all and it really seems like theyā€™re just sorta#pushing that fact off to the side and pretending itā€™s not there which frankly is understandable (but I do think since they already aged up#the characters from the comic they shouldā€™ve just went a couple years higher and everything would make more senseā€“ just make them all 18#instead then crystal and niko renting rooms on their own would be feasible and edwin could still have been a student at the boarding school#when he died; just wouldā€™ve been in his last year instead of whatever he was supposed to be canonically)#buuuut that being said I think that as a teenager in general itā€™s far more common than not to be a virgin simply due to the fact that#you literally have not had much time to get that experience yet. among other reasons#so. incredibly normal. but charlesā€™ friends were the type to pick someone apart for anything less than masculine#including proving oneā€™s masculinity via getting a woman under you#sad. like I said though itā€™s not like he has no game or anything; he clearly had some experience in making out and whatever based on#the scene with crystal. plus he was confident enough in his abilities to take initiative. but beyond that. yeah#I think this is the more interesting way to go too when it comes to this topic. in addition to being in character
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jupiterisaroace Ā· 3 months ago
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@brokenmilkcrates I feel like crying my little Morgie x Hook ass offšŸ˜”
I just saw a video & Malia & Kylie are both shipping Hook x Bridget & Josh even said that his favorite ship is Hook x BridgetšŸ˜” THEY HAD NO CHEMISTRY IMO, WHYYYYšŸ˜­
& YOU (Zach) SHIP FAB 5 SO THIS IS JUST TORTUREEEEEEEEEEE HSHCCGFJDJFJFHFJFJFJFFJJFFJ
PLEASE I DONT WANT RED TO APPARENTLY BE RELATED TO HOOKKKKKKK AUGHHHHHHH I DONT MEAN TO OFFEND THE HOOK X BRIDGET SHIPPERS AT ALL BUT I JUST DONT WANT THEM TO BE CANON BECAUSE I JUST DONT SEE IT
IF ANYTHING I JUST DINT WANT THEM MAKING HOOK REDā€™S CANON DAD BECAUSE SJDHDJFJDJJDDJDJFJFJ NOOOOOOOOO
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asterbats Ā· 1 year ago
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When your little sister shares her playlist with you and you both resonate with the songs in very different ways.
Version without the other stuff cause the center art is so much cuter than I intended it to be and I love it on it's own
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martyrbat Ā· 8 months ago
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im so considerate.... (<- guy not ranting about a thing it hates before its friend is done with the media)
#can officially say i finished the arkhamverse. didnt watch anything about that suicide squad one but i read all comics#a d watched the complete story & side mission gameplay for origins asylum city and midway through my refresher for knight#the biggest takeaway i have is wow these people are weird about convicts and addicts and love their toxic masculinity#but the gameplay and nostalgia impacts peoples opinions on it. maybe an enjoyable experience but for the story or universe itself#its a complete failure in every regard i can think ofā€”only having glimpses moments of quality that makes the rest of it#be frustrating because the potential can be there. theres interesting premises occasionally but the execution and payoff doesn't make it#even worthwhile to get to those premises because of what you must wade through to reach them#<- thats me being my nicest and most spoiler freeabout it btw.#my other big takeaway is that tim is canonically older than jason and i think a grown ass man saying fuck that kid is really funny#[SPOILERS LOOK AWAY CJ]#<- tim currently works as a highschool science teacher while jason was shown to be adopted and made robin at 15#where he was then promptly captured and kidnapped by joker. he escaped half? a year later during asylum and AK takes place 2 years afterward#i think. the entire timeline for this shitty universe is awful and confusing. dick was robin for like 2 years its ridiculous.#and i think primarily so they can go noooo see bruce is a hot late 30 year old instead because you become dust at any older!!#but. back to the age thing. hes about 17 maybe early 18 during AK but because tim is a private school teacher he needs a bachelor's degree#and most people get it at 22/23ish and then theres the actual teacher application and being hired (or not because hes a nepo baby)#so hes early mid twenties or so. compared to a (presumably dead) teenager who he called a loser more or less.
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rotinthedark Ā· 1 month ago
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I spent years repping Sa.mbastian but, honestly, I've been slowly falling out of it as of late.
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rearranging-deck-chairs Ā· 4 months ago
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because im less breakable than you
#still dont really remember the details of how this ends but still thinking they couldve made laura vampire instead of carmilla human#also keep thinking - as with all the things recently idk why this is a thing now but i gotta keep thinking abt it - that canonically#carmilla died at 18#laura is 19#actresses are 25ish here? it's not a big difference but it is...a little difference#theyre teenagers#they look like teenagers#she fucking died at her first ball hoping to make her first ever friend it's so sad really#but i was thinking abt this too with the iwtv episode where claudia asks armand to turn madeleine and he goes to question her#like certain lines are just so very specifically written i think and they hit so much harder if you adjust their ages mentally#claudia looks 14. shes from 1903 so shes around 40-45 years old?#madeleine's actress is 30ish i believe and i think madeleine is meant to be a similar age#but she looks kind of young. i guess 30 is pretty young actually#armand in the show was turned at 27? assad zaman is 34? close enough i guess you dont have to adjust that much#but in the book hes turned at 17?#like just some lines really hit#when claudia calls madeleine 'some weird white lady i met by happenstance'#imagine a 14 yo talking abt a 30 yo instead of two people who look similar in age#when madeleine calls armand young man when shes like theres nothing left of my era theres been a war#i think she says like 'young man theres been a war'#that 'young man' really hits if you imagine him 17#idk#also still thinking abt yaz. if she looked 19#idk. teenage vampires man#also been reading the book and forever5yo claudia is fascinating too i love her#also can they do telepathy in the book bc i feel like a lot of times in the book it's that claudia is being carried by louis like a 5yo#that she whispers stuff in his ear. and thats always the kind of stuff that in the show they'd use telepathy for#it's a good solution both ways i lik eboth but it made me wonder did they just add the telepathy in entirely in the show?#bc i dont believe theres been any so far in the book
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angelapleasant Ā· 1 year ago
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Come on, missy, we've got work to do.
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lime1991 Ā· 11 months ago
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in my dsmp canon cdream is like close in age to cwilbur, just slightly younger, so just keep that in mind lol
#dream smp#dsmp#ik i tend to talk a lot in the tags when i could just post all my thoughts in the regular post but i feel like that clogs it#fundy was born when wilbur was 20. my timeline makes no sense so forgive me. fundy is 8 when wilbur is 28. when fundy is 14 wilbur is 34#and thats when nov 16th happens imo. thats when the final battle of pogtopia v manburg happens and thats when wilbur dies.#ignore my tommy design concept sketch's age info (i literally just wasnt sure what to put. at this time tommy would be like 21 not 18)#all of this to say dream is like 29 when wilbur dies#things change its possible i'll just switch stuff around so that the ages arent so crazy but idk i like keeping it somewhat realistic#also fundy needs to be 14 by the time wilbur dies bc ghostbur remembers him being 14. and i am. stuck on my own rules ive made up in my hea#as for the fundy/dream engagement.. fundy was always more into it than dream was. like cc wise. he always brought up ''i have a husband''#and stuff like that even though there wasnt an actual wedding yet. and even tubbo asks (in character) how it feels being engaged to dream#even though theyre fighting on opposite sides of the war. ANYWAY anyway.. in my dsmo canon cfundy initiates the ''romance'' and instead of#yk.. not giving a kid the time of day. cdream allows it. and its all a war tactic or whatever. hes not actually interested in fundy but#it'll rile up fundy's dad. and it'll cause a rift between fundy and all his friends on the other side of the war.#meanwhile fundy is completely lovestruck and doesnt understand that 1. this is wrong and 2. hes being led on :(#definitely adds to his issues with feeling unloved and unwanted in the future but shhh we dont need to talk about that
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neekrobite Ā· 1 year ago
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Bro your OCs are around 30???? 21 is YOUNG to you? Youā€™re OLD!
ite so canon ages for my characters
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trix is 36, she can shift between being a zoroark and zorau at will, she seems pretty average age tbh
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puzzles is 34, shes friends with trix
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sap and necco are both 21, despite me being 18, and them both being fursonas and yea they are young i think personally
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swift is 24, also pretty young tbh
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cals is my second youngest character who is 20
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honeydew is freaking 64, they are also, in fact, a parent
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neekrobite is 18, he's just my age lmao i just up it everytime its my birthday, probably gonna do the same with the plus 3 years too for necco and sap tbh
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and litchG is fucking 223 shes an old ass bitch
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oh yea also blanks like 2 years old canonically because it is just a living drawing lmao
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magentagalaxies Ā· 1 year ago
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Jessamine is Passionate About Fictional AI Sentience But Not Real AI Sentience: An Essay
one thing about me is when it comes to talk of "sentient" AI irl i 100% don't buy it like technology is not that advanced and being able to act like a person doesn't make it a person, however whenever there's a question about if a fictional AI character is sentient i will go to bat for that character's humanity 100% of a time like fuck you they have just as much of a right to personhood as anyone else
i think it's bc in fiction like. all of these characters are fake, so distinguishing between which characters are fake-real and fake-fake is like. why limit yourself to what could happen in our world. like if we're already dealing with a universe where aliens/magic/etc. exists, why can't this android justifiably be as human as anyone else? plus irl almost all AI software is developed as part of this capitalistic hell structure we're in. no matter how "real" or "human" it feels, its function is to make you contribute to its creators' wealth, and its inability to go against this nature can't help but make it feel hollow and inhuman. however, all the best AI characters in fiction are able to go against their designated purpose, often being defined by it, and often being villainized for it
in our real world, the AI's "immoral" "behavior" is a product of it being a Things that serves capitalism. it's not making choices based on a sense of self beyond what it has been told to prioritize, and a lot of times this lack of human judgment can lead to terrible consequences (e.g. mental health AI chatbots that cannot accurately judge a situation and give appropriate advice, employed because it's cheaper than hiring human staff). but in fiction? AI's immoral behavior is frequently a product of it going against its designated purpose, seeing itself as a person and having to make difficult and morally questionable choices in order to strive for the feelings of personhood and autonomy. this is a far more interesting situation ethically (while an AI itself cannot be seen as morally responsible for its actions in our world, in fiction this AI wants to be a person so badly it's willing to commit moral wrongs to achieve its goal, despite the fact that true personhood would allow it to be seen as morally responsible for these crimes) which i think is also why AI characters, especially those that, y'know, kill people, are often very polarizing figures. this conversation can even be taken a step further into the "liking a fictional character does not mean condoning their actions" discourse, but i also often think about well, if you were in the position of this AI character, would you have done the same?
personally i've always found it very easy to empathize with "artificial" characters like clones, robots, etc. and fictional AI is no different. yes, if you're watching a piece of media and expecting the logic of our world, the AI is fake, and incapable of being a person. but if you're watching a piece of media with the goal of emotionally connecting to fictional characters (who are all inherently fake) and exploring universal themes through a heightened setting, AI characters are one of the most interesting tropes to explore this with. personally, I love AI characters because there's something so vivid about knowing you were designed for a specific purpose/life path and ultimately realizing that's not the life you, personally, want to live. your designers and the world around you doesn't even recognize you as a being that should be capable of wanting anything, much less something completely different, so achieving the life you want is an uphill battle of convincing others of your humanity and, when that often isn't possible, having to resort to the most extreme tactics to claw your way out of the life you were supposed to lead. you know no matter how close you get to this ideal life, there's always going to be some part of you that keeps others from perceiving you as "human", but you learn to embrace that and see every mundane experience as a major achievement
this narrative is especially relatable to me as a neurodivergent/nonbinary person, but i think it can be relatable for many different marginalized identities in different ways, or anyone whose "humanity" has been something often denied to them. but because people are often expecting fictional AI to follow the same logic as actual AI, when i defend robot characters who want to kill their human creators, people give me weird looks like i'm advocating for that in real life. listen, if our current AI situation feasibly produced an AI who was invented for one specific purpose but somehow fucking hated her job and was able to pursue a new life and was also queer (all without any of this being by design) then hell yeah i support her, but that's not what's happening. and in our current capitalistic chatbot hellscape where every company wants to convince you that you're chatting with a super intelligent AI friend to get you to pay for a premium membership, sometimes you have to hold fiction and reality to different standards and enjoy this story about a quest for humanity while also accepting that the people this journey applies to in our real world are often the ones being taken advantage of in our increasingly AI-dominated real world.
idk this was originally supposed to be a short post about how it's funny that i'm so goddamn passionate about AI characters in media while also not being into AI in the real world, but then i got thinking about why this is specifically and came to an interesting conclusion imo. tbh it's very surprising that i don't currently have any of my own projects featuring AI characters fighting for their own humanity bc it's a theme i love so much that i've rarely seen done right and i have so many opinions on it. maybe i will write something about this at some point, but for now if you have any pieces of media you enjoy with AI who are absolutely worthy of personhood pls send them my way!
#this post is obviously inspired by how much i love the concept of droid23 and constantly mourn their wasted potential#fans so often reduce them to ''evil doubles'' and have even questioned if emdroid is actually designed for violence#and the writers seem to endorse this villain interpretation#but personally? i think it's so much more interesting to think of them as real people in their own rights#yes their actions are immoral. but if they hadn't made that choice they themselves would never get to live any kind of life#and i think the story's so much more fascinating if this capitalistic structure that brought them into existence just for cheap labor#is the real villain#and the android/clone ''murderers'' while still committing a heinous act are given empathy for how they were forced into that situation#bc the only alternative would be to be denied any kind of personhood#i'm also thinking about cyborg noodle (bc i've been on a gorillaz kick lately)#idk if they've done anything with the character since phase 3 when noodle went missing#but i think it's fascinating the idea of like. noodle was canonically part of a child supersoldier experiment as a little kid#basically being designed for the life purpose of being a soldier. but instead she joined gorillaz to be a guitarist#and then when she went missing murdoc made a cyborg clone of her to be the new guitarist#but as soon as the real noodle came back they didn't need her anymore#and it would also be fascinating to bring cyborg noodle back bc noodle as a character essentially grew up throughtout the phases#(like she was 10 years old in the debut albumā€š 14-ish in demon daysā€š 18-ish in plastic beachā€š now she'd be in her 30s)#but i think the cyborg would always be a clone of noodle in phase two#so idk i doubt they'll do anything with this bc it's too character-heavy#but i'm very curious what the dynamic would be if they brought cyborg-noodle back. and if she wanted to be seen as her own person#especially if she's very different than the noodle we know today bc the ''real'' noodle has grown separately
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blueiight Ā· 1 year ago
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Sgr is a girlā€™s girl frā€¦.. [creds]
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theconfusedartist Ā· 1 year ago
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Hm
Somehow, despite my meticulous research and information retaining skills, I've been writing Desmondā€™s DOB as 1984 instead of 1987
I've been using this date and Alex's DoB to figure out when things happen in the timeline. I already got screwed over once when I found out Alex was born in 1979 and Dana was 9 years younger, and had to change a bunch of things around to make them fit the original canon, but this?? this might be (strained squeaky voice) a small problem
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socialbunny Ā· 2 years ago
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thinking of skip and don being best friends in high school like super close spend almost every day together type shit until he gets brandi pregnant and proposes to her all around the same time. don gets jealous but he doesnt know why, he rationalizes it as being upset bc his friend is whipped now and isnt trying to bullshit around all the time or that skip gets to have a family hes on the fence about while don doesnt really have anybody. he shoves down these feelings bc šŸ™„ why would he be jealous about/over another man šŸ™„šŸ™„ but then its after skips bachelor party and he starts venting about everything happening so fast. theyre both a little more than drunk and don ends up comforting him the best way he knows how :) afterwards they never mention it again but its on dons mind all the time. idk if it would mess up their friendship tho i dont think skip even remembers and i dont feel like don would bring it up
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valeriehalla Ā· 3 months ago
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I am so utterly fascinated by ā€œSakiā€, the 18-year-running mahjong manga in which you, the reader, become gradually, frog-boilingly aware (over the course of nearly two decadesā€™ worth of mahjong tournaments) that none of these girls are wearing underwear and most of their boobs are slowly expanding.
I need you to understand that I have, like, an anthropological level fascination with this comic. From the perspective of someone who is also a comic artist and writer, two things delight me about it:
the fact that I understand completely how an artist gets from ā€œthe fans can have a little hint of skirted asscheekā€ to ā€œthe pussy is completely out on center pageā€ over the course of 18 years; and
the way in which the pussy being out is treated by the characters and diegesis as being utterly unremarkable.
Okay. Point 1. The frog-boiling.
Let me put this in perspective for you. There was already a meme about how the characters in ā€œSakiā€ donā€™t wear underwear when I was in middle school. I am thirty now. Okay? And itā€™s still going.
In the time since, this has stopped being a joke. It is now indisputable canon. This is not because anyone outright says it at any point. Itā€™s because the underwear ran out of places to hide. Iā€™m obsessed with this thought: somewhere in the over 20 volumes of ā€œSakiā€, there is a panel in which underwear was objectively deconfirmed. And it would be so hard to figure out where that panel actually is. Maybe the artist didnā€™t even realize it when she drew it! The frog? Boiling!!
And of course there is also the breast expansion. I donā€™t know how to put a spin on this. They are just expanding. Like, this happens a lot with artists: you define a character as being, in your mind, ā€œthe one with the big boobsā€, and over the years you emphasize that trait further and further so that the signal doesnā€™t get lost in the noise. Itā€™s just that normallyā€”in like a wildly popular manga series about mahjong published by literally Square Enix, for exampleā€”normally there would be a point at which the boobs stopped getting bigger. Like, an editor would step in or something. Or you would get to the point where you cannot draw the character in the same panel as her mahjong tiles without her breasts spilling over the tiles, and youā€™d go, ā€œWell, this is now untenable.ā€
That did not happen. There is no ceiling. The frog is soup.
Point 2. The complete and utter mundanity of all of this.
Itā€™s like this, okay: thereā€™s no shortage of trashy ecchi manga out there. Thereā€™s a million other comics doing wildly bawdier things with wildly more improbable bishoujos.
The vibe with ā€œSakiā€ is different.
Itā€™s hard to explain this, but it feels like the world of the comic is fundamentally uninterested in the fanservice happening on the page. I cannot describe it as ā€œleeringā€, because I cannot conceive of a person in the story from whose point of view one would leer. I think the artist is probably into itā€”I canā€™t imagine anyone is making her do thisā€”but ā€œSakiā€ the comic has no opinion on the matter.
There are essentially no male characters in ā€œSakiā€. Like, there was one guy? Kind of? At the very beginning? But he is gone now. They put him back in the toybox. He does not exist. It appears to be some level of canonical that in the world of ā€œSakiā€, almost all humans are women. Those women are sometimes romantically into each other. According to comments the artist has made on Twitter (which I cannot source), they have lesbian baby technology, so itā€™s no problem. Itā€™s so much not a problem that the story is about mahjong, instead of any of that.
So, like, the fiction here appears to be this: this is the, like, meta-narrative of the fanservice of ā€œSakiā€, right: itā€™s just normal that they donā€™t wear underwear and their boobs are arbitrarily big. Itā€™s been normal. It was normal before the story of the manga began. Itā€™s just how things are. Nobody bats an eye about it, and if they do, itā€™s in sort of a lesbian kind of way so like whatā€™s the problem, we love lesbians here. This is literally normal for girls.
The fanservice simply diffuses into this all-encompassing aura of disembodied, ambient sluttiness. The framing of the panels demands you acknowledge it, and the story demands you already be over it, because itā€™s mahjong time now, and weā€™re playing mahjong.
Do you get??? why Iā€™m so fascinated??? Are you not a little enraptured???
Anyway, I have no idea how to end this weird post. I guess the conclusion is that women stay winning????
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coweye Ā· 4 months ago
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The Worst Logan
Logan Howlett x Reader!Loganverse| smut | 5.8k words
Summary: You are the deceased-anchor-being-Logan's lover, having found yourself with Laura in the void, you navigate meeting the variant of the love of your life. Sweet dick kicking angst with gratuitous smut, cause we all know Logan eats pussy like a CHAMP. šŸ˜¤
This is self indulgence at its finest, but it had be to done. 7-years ago, the movie Logan broke something within me that has finally been fixed! šŸ¤ šŸ’•
Warning: Explicit - smut. canon death, depression, angst, spoilers for Logan / Wolverine and deadpool, cunnilingus, unprotected p in v, creampie, all the good stuff. 18+
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The first time you see him again, the new him, the other him you mean. Itā€™s in the cave accompanied by a man who talks far too much.
You recognise his voice in an instant when the mouth finally allows him to get a word in edgeways. His voice.Ā 
Youā€™ve heard it nearly every night for the past seven years. It's a few octaves deeper than you remember and filled to the brim with vitriol but it's definitely his. The realisation that your memory has been warped by time is a blow to the gut but you continue towards the sound all the same.
When finally you round the corner Logan stands before you in all his glory. For a moment you are rendered utterly unable to form a single sentence as he leans against the wall, a bottle of bourbon in his palm and adorned in yellow and blue.
Your mind can't reconcile this figure as the man you buried. He has the same sneer, the same broad shoulders, he even has the same stance - but Logan, your Logan, would rather die than wear that garish yellow suit and admit to being the hero he always was.Ā 
His nose flares in what you believe to be recognition as he smells your presence, you allow your powers to retreat and reveal yourself. As your invisibility ebbs away Logan snarls in surprise as the talkative man in red gasps theatrically and begins jumping on the spot.Ā 
Your fears are proven well founded when your eyes connect with his across the room, instead of the love and recognition, you find only open hostility and rage.
Your heart had bulldozed all logic, you were in the fucking void, of course it was a variant.
This Logan looks younger; his hair not so grey, his face unscarred and his eyes not so tired.Ā 
This not-quite-Logan stares right back at you seemingly ill at ease with the stranger who is currently taking an inventory of his face.Ā 
ā€œLogan, that's them. Itā€™s X-23 and Y/N, the oneā€™s I told you about.ā€ You graze your palm along your daughter's back in support as you come to stand beside her.Ā 
ā€œHer name is Laura.ā€ Itā€™s a knee jerk reaction; your correction. Your girl wasnā€™t the sum total of an experiment, she was her own person with her own thoughts and feelings, not a weapon to be utilised.Ā 
The Wolverineā€™s gaze darts between the two of you, itā€™d be comical if you didnā€™t feel like you were about to regurgitate your lunch. They land on Laura, and linger there for a few moments, before they return to you, it's as if heā€™s trying to find you in her features.Ā 
You barely hear the man you will later come to know fondly as Wade Wilson, question how you all ended up in the void.
ā€œThere was a knock at the door TVA sent me here, saying my world was dying ā€¦ and I never even got the chance to fight for it.ā€ Blade explains remorsefully.Ā 
ā€œThey sent us here because they knew weā€™d put up a fight.ā€ You utter distractedly, finally breaking your staring contest with Logan as he takes a swig from the bottle heā€™s currently white knuckling.Ā 
ā€œPeople like us donā€™t go quietly, TVA knows that so they took us out.ā€ Elektra attests.
ā€œThe answer is yes, Iā€™m in.ā€ Wade declares.
ā€œIn what?ā€ Blade questions bemused by the man in red.Ā 
ā€œA team up, you me, me you, all of us together, lets get the fuck outtaā€™ here.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t listen to him, heā€™s a fucking liar!ā€ Logan growls, furious at the other man.Ā 
ā€œIt was an educated wish!ā€
ā€œHA!ā€ The loathing behind it makes you pause, he was so angry.Ā 
The heat in his voice, the resentment, it burns you. You supposed even your Logan had his fair share of rage.Ā Ā 
When he arrived at the mansion all those years ago, fresh faced and wild, you had adored him even then, though Logan was far too preoccupied with Jean to notice the torch you carried for him back then.
It was ironic that It had taken the utter annihilation of the X-Men to bring you together. Charlesā€™ accident had left the two of you as sole survivors. Over the years in hiding your ability to mould force fields managed to keep the worst of the effects of Charlesā€™ seizures at bay, but Charles Xavier was one of the most powerful telepaths to grace the earth and your powers had limits.Ā 
Those years were some of the darkest and yet the best of your life, you found yourself growing to love the man the world called The Wolverine.
You realise youā€™ve entirely tuned out Wadeā€™s rousing speech and have spent the time analysing the man wearing your loveā€™s face currently gargling bourbon though your name pulls you out of your reverie.Ā 
ā€œLaura, Y/N? Whatā€™s it gonnaā€™ be girlies?ā€Ā 
ā€œLets fucking go.ā€ Laura agrees heartily, you simply nod still dazed.Ā 
ā€œYES! LETā€™S FUCKING GO!ā€ Wade shouts back fist pumping.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re all fucking dead.ā€
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Much later in the evening when the sun has finally set you seek him out. When you come across the father and daughter duo before the campfire you hold back, your skin slowly begins reflecting light, fading from vision as you call upon your powers to hide in the treeline.Ā 
They both needed this and it wasnā€™t something you were about to get in the way of. They talk for a little while, before they part ways, both a little teary. Laura nods your way despite being unable to see you as she heads back to the cave, her nose just as keen as her fathers.Ā 
So it shouldnā€™t surprise you a few moments later when you hear Logan's voice call across the clearing.
ā€œYou gonnaā€™ stand there all night, Bub?ā€ The man sounds utterly exhausted.Ā 
You say nothing in response, only dismissing your powers and revealing yourself as you advance. You take Lauraā€™s seat at the fire, not quite having the courage to look at him just yet.Ā 
ā€œYou hear all that? Should mind your own damn business.ā€ You remembered this Logan well, the one aching for a fight, desperate to shed his vulnerability and bloody his fists.Ā 
ā€œI didnā€™t hear a thing, Logan.ā€ Your voice is barely above a whisper, you havenā€™t had to gentle parent The Wolverine in a while but itā€™s like riding a bike. ā€œI wanted to let the two of you talk, she needed it and I think maybe you did too.ā€
ā€œWhat do you fuckinā€™ know.ā€ He growls dismissively, swigging from his bottle of what now appears to be scotch. ā€œYou can skip the speech and go back up, Iā€™m not looking for company.ā€Ā 
ā€œIā€™m not here to tell you what to do, Logan.ā€ Finally, you look away from the fire and find his eyes fixed on you, you swallow the lump in your throat before you speak. ā€œI just wanted to see you.ā€
ā€œSee me?ā€ He questions incredulously. ā€œWell, keep the change, bub. Good night.ā€
Despite your smile at his words, you canā€™t help the tears that begin to cloud your eyes. Your mind and your heart have been locked in a constant battle since setting eyes on him. This man by all rights is Logan. The man you have mourned relentlessly and yet in every way that matters he isnā€™t.
ā€œItā€™s like seeing a ghost.ā€ Is the only explanation you can give him, his response is a stoic cheers with his bottle before he takes a deep gulp.Ā 
Finally either his curiosity or the alcohol gets the better of him as he questions. ā€œYou her Mother?ā€Ā 
ā€œYes and no.ā€ His stare doesnā€™t leave your face as he waits for you to elaborate. ā€œHer biological mother was a woman from Mexico City that the fuckers in the lab exploited, all we know is that she disappeared after giving birth. After ā€¦ you ā€¦ after everything that happened in North Dakotaā€¦ā€ You trail off.
Your voice is suddenly thick and your words get stuck in your throat as you try to make them form. It's utterly embarrassing as you feel the traitor tears begin to form.Ā 
A bottle of Johnny Walker enters your field of vision from where you sit staring at your clasped hands in your lap. Startled, you glance up to find the Wolverine standing before you, casting an impossibly large shadow as he holds out the bottle.
You accept the offering from his gloved hand, your fingers grazing his in the transaction as you take a swig or two (or three) before passing it back. He looks thoughtful when he places his lips on the place where your own had just lingered, as he retakes his seat. With amber courage coursing your veins, you continue.Ā 
ā€œShe was all I had - if not for her, I-.ā€ You wipe your nose, staring back into the fire. If it was a struggle to meet his eyes before, it was impossible for you now.Ā  ā€œI just couldnā€™t see the point in being alive anymore if everything just slowly gets stripped away; the X-Men, then Charles and then Lo-ā€Ā 
You donā€™t know it, but youā€™re preaching to the fucking choir with your words. It was rare to find a soul, going through the exact same torture as yourself. Logan found himself softening to you, it was as involuntary as it was unwelcome, but he couldnā€™t help it as you described a battle so close to the one he fought daily.Ā 
ā€œ-she reminded me what I had to live for. Laura she is fierce and so fucking kind; she is everything I loved about him.ā€ You cut your trauma dumping to a swift end as you remember yourself. ā€œSo no, to answer your question. Iā€™m not her biological mother, but sheā€™s my daughter in every way that counts.ā€
Silence reigns for a moment as neither one of you knows what to say to the other.Ā 
ā€œYou loved him?ā€ Loganā€™s voice is deeper than before when he speaks the sentence. You raise your eyes from the fire to find his for the first time since you began monologuing. Theyā€™re filled with something you canā€™t quite name.
ā€œI did.ā€
Logan seems to contemplate this, mulling it over as he continues drinking. Finally, he seems to reach some sort of conclusion.Ā  ā€œYou should get some sleep, big day for you tomorrow.ā€
ā€œCan I stay here ā€¦ with you for tonight?ā€ The words slip out before you really even mean them to. Tomorrow you might be going to your death and the ghost of the love of your life is here alive and real, what do you really have to lose?
Logan does a double take, not quite expecting those to be the words that leave your lips. ā€œIā€™m not him, Darlinā€™.ā€
ā€œNo, I suppose youā€™re not.ā€ You sigh, ā€œbut could you please just hold me whilst I sleep, James?ā€
A huge part of you expects him to tell you to fuck off back to the cave and leave him to his booze fueled pity party. However, against all odds, he doesnā€™t do that.Ā 
Logan simply lifts the half full bottle of scotch to his lips and downs every last drop. Heā€™s a little unsteady on his feet when finally he stands up to his full height and turns towards the blankets heā€™s laid out on the ground.Ā 
ā€œFuck it.ā€ He growls and drops himself like a sack of potatoes onto the pile with little regard for his own body. Youā€™ve certainly had nicer invitations into his bed but when he waves you over with a lazy gesture, you canā€™t help but hurry before he changes his mind.Ā 
Before you know it youā€™re tucked into Loganā€™s side. His gloved hand doesnā€™t quite seem to know where to go, more accustomed to brutality than tenderness these days as it hesitates for a moment suspended in the air. After some careful consideration he delicately places it on the dip in your waist securing you to him.Ā 
Loganā€™s breath is uneven, though heā€™s doing his best to seem unaffected by your closeness. It has been years since someone has touched him with such easy affection and the way your body curls around his own as if it was created to do just that is driving him crazy.Ā 
You are completely at ease with him, you trust him so entirely it almost breaks his fucking heart. Logan's stomach is heavy with something he canā€™t name, you fucking terrify him. Yet, he doesnā€™t move because you feel so fucking good as he holds you.Ā 
It's scary, you realise, how easy it would be to pretend this was your Logan as you melt into his embrace. He smells exactly the same as you bury your face in his neck, the roughness of his beard feels the same pressed against your forehead.Ā 
This Wolverineā€™s arms are a little fuller and his chest a little firmer, but he still holds you the same. You make a decision to not focus on such difficult philosophical concepts as variants and the morality of switching out your Wolverine. You decide to live in the moment, to just enjoy the furnace of his body keeping you warm and his arm encircling your waist protecting you from the world, itā€™s so easy to pretend that this was your Logan, so you do.Ā 
And you fall asleep quicker than you have in years.
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It is still night when you awaken, it's not quite dawn but the fire has burned out to a low smoulder. Youā€™re not sure what has awoken you from the best sleep youā€™ve had in a long while, that is until you feel the arms wrapped around you and the sleeping Wolverine holding you in a death grip against his chest, his half hard appendage digging into your hip.Ā 
Everything is still hazy; youā€™re floating in that sweet spot between waking and dreaming, you forget about North Dakota and, god forgive me, Laura.Ā 
Youā€™re back in your bed at home and Logan is holding you.
There's no my logan, new logan, old logan.Ā 
Heā€™s just Logan.Ā 
You bury yourself deeper in his neck.Ā 
Itā€™s only for a moment though before it all comes flooding back and the agony overwhelms you like a blade to the gut.Ā 
Instantly tears flood your cheeks as you shake from your silent sobs.Ā 
ā€œ...Y/N?ā€ Logan's voice is thick with confusion and sleep, his grip has loosened somewhat to allow you to breathe but he doesnā€™t release his hold on you. ā€œWhatā€™s wrong darlinā€™?ā€Ā 
That affectionate name is the last nail in the coffin it fucking ends you.Ā 
All teary, and regrettably maybe a teensy bit snotty, you lean forward and kiss him. Kiss isnā€™t the right word but itā€™s your intention. Your lips touch one anothers before heā€™s pulling away and holding you back.Ā 
ā€œY/nā€¦ Darlinā€™ you donā€™t want thisā€¦ Iā€™m not-ā€
ā€œBut you are Logan. Youā€™re him just as much as heā€™s you.ā€ Your hands rise to his jaw, running your finger along its familiar sharp edge. ā€œYouā€™re Logan.ā€
ā€œY/Nā€¦ Iā€™d be taking advantageā€¦ā€ His voice is firm yet gruff as he tries to inject reason into the conversation. As usual being the good guy heā€™s constantly telling everyone heā€™s not.Ā 
ā€œI am so goddamn sick and tired of being sad, please Logan.ā€ This time when you capture his lips, he doesnā€™t rear back. Youā€™re not sure whatā€™s going through his mind, but his self control seems to snap within him as he begins returning the kiss in earnest.
Loganā€™s tongue swipes along your bottom lip begging entry, entry you swiftly allow. Youā€™re breathing heavily through your nose as he plunders the depths of your mouth, exploring your mouth with his quick tongue.Ā 
Deciding to make the next move you push yourself up, throwing a leg over him to straddle his lower stomach. Heā€™s lifted the top half of his body to ensure he doesnā€™t lose your mouth, your teeth clash slightly with the movement and you canā€™t help a bubble of nervous laughter.Ā  He pays it little mind though as he swallows the noise, his hands coming to rest on your hips.Ā 
Instantly, you grind your hips downward on the growing bulge that lurks below. Logan lets out a deep groan at the friction and his hands on your hips raise to the bottom of your tee in response, his thick hands tugging at it requesting your permission.
Nodding, you pull back causing him to groan at the loss of your hot mouth on his. Though it's only for a moment as the second the tee is over your head, heā€™s back on you, only it's your bare neck heā€™s lashing with affection now.
Logan breathes in deep your scent mixing with the heady aroma of your arousal. Heā€™s nipping and licking along the smooth skin, soothing his bites as quickly he makes them. It's the animal instinct within him, telling him to devour you entirely; make you his.Ā 
ā€œLoganā€¦ā€ You gasp, your eyes are clenched shut in pleasure as he bucks his hips upwards into your jean covered centre.Ā Ā 
Logan pulls back to take you in, writhing above him in the moonlight, youā€™re fucking beautiful, though the flash of familiar metal between your breasts catches his eye, unable to stop himself, he catches it in his fist.Ā 
Dog tags; his old dog tags.
ā€˜LOGANā€™ is etched into the aged metal and theyā€™re warm to the touch from living beneath your shirt over your heart.Ā 
The realisation hits him like a freight train, not only was he loved by you, but for his other self to have given you these, he fucking loved you.Ā 
Heā€™s not sure why it didnā€™t occur to him before, that the other him was as devoted to you as you were to him. Heā€™s not entirely sure how to feel about it, but he twists his hands, careful not to snap the metal string, but using it to pull you close.Ā 
For the other dead Logan, the hero heā€™s heard so goddamn much about, he decides heā€™ll give you the treatment you deserve.Ā 
As if you weigh nothing at all he flips you onto your back, his hands dropping the dog tags and falling to the waistband of your jeans. His dexterous hands undo the button so quickly, that your trousers are peeled from your legs before you know it, leaving you in an unimpressive unmatching set of underwear beneath his roaming eyes. Though Logan couldnā€™t give a fuck as he groans at the sight of your body exposed to him.Ā 
Logan begins by kissing down your stomach before his hands linger on your black panties, he can't help but grin at the tiny barely there bow in the middle of them; youā€™re like a gift all wrapped up for him.Ā 
His eyes lift to meet your own as he begins sucking at the fabric that's keeping your pussy from him, it's already damp with your arousal and by the time he finishes, absolutely sodden with his saliva.
ā€œLogan, pleaseā€¦ā€ you whisper desperately as your hands find his ā€˜tuftsā€™ for a lack of a better word. They were new, but you liked them, plus they now seemed pretty functional.Ā 
He takes only a moment to remove his gloves, before they return eagerly to your body. Those thick hands traverse the planes of your thighs, theyā€™re quick in their passing as they make their way up to the waistband of your panties, he hooks them over his thumb and reveals your soaking core to his hungry eyes and heā€™s right back to wanting to fucking devour you, and boy, fucking does he.Ā 
Enthusiastic, would be the word, earth-shattering would be another - the word to describe how Logan eats pussy.
Logan without much preamble dives into your centre, his tongue slips into your hot wet heat, lingering for a moment on your clit, circling it reverently before he dips that talented tongue inside of you. His nose knocks against your clit several times, each more delicious than the last as he utterly devours your pussy. He moans, grinding his hips into the dirt and readjusts pulling you closer, his thick muscled arms locking under your thighs as you buck against his mouth.Ā 
You're a complete goner the second he slips a single long thick finger inside of you.Ā 
ā€œFuck, Lo, Iā€™m gonna-ā€Ā 
ā€œCome, baby... I gotā€™ya.ā€ He mumbles into your pussy. And fuck me, he does. He carries on lapping at you all the way through your orgasm, drawing it out of you like the pied fucking piper of pussy. It feels like youā€™ve been falling for hours by the time you finally come down, only Logan doesnā€™t allow you any reprieve before heā€™s back to lashing your clit with his quick tongue. Your hands find those faux ear tufts once more and he groans as you pull on them a little more sharply than you intend in your shock, in answer Two fingers bury themselves deep inside of you.
ā€œOne more.ā€ Heā€™s negotiating orgasms, but you have no qualms as he rubs his nose side to side with affection against your sensitive bud. His tongue and nose moving in pace with his fingers, currently fucking in and out of you.Ā 
It's when he scissors those thick long fingers inside of you, hitting that spongy spot within you that makes your back arch.Ā 
Your top half has left the ground, he grunts in annoyance, suspending your hips back to his mouth at the angle he likes. Those deep hazel eyes meet yours from between your thighs, crazed and animalistic, driven wild with arousal as he eats your pussy with gusto.
It's that image that thrusts you over the edge once more, your back hitting the ground as your body seizes, thrusting your hips against his mouth.Ā 
Without any preamble a third finger joins stretching you deliciously. The hand not currently fucking you, leaves your hip to caress your stomach stroking the flesh there, not quite able to reach your breast.Ā 
ā€œLoā€¦ fuckā€¦ yesā€¦ rightā€¦ right fucking there.ā€ You cry as he draws your second orgasm of the night out, only when you tug at his tuft due to overstimulation does he acquiesce and pull back, only of course, after cleaning up your gaping desperate hole.Ā 
He sucks his fingers clean as he sits back on his knees, his cock thick and tenting against the yellow bottoms of his suit. Your arousal has soaked through his beard making his chin slick, he wipes it with a single swipe with the back of hand though, it does very little for his sodden chin.Ā 
Tired of not touching him, you sit forward grabbing at his belt. It's a difficult contraption that confounds you, though Logan is far too wound up to find any humour from it.Ā 
Ā He replaces your hands unbuckling the thing before finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.Ā 
There, finally in all his glory, he is exposed to you and youā€™ve never been a religious woman, but Mary mother of fucking christ, he is gorgeous. Loganā€™s chest is fuckingā€¦ transcendant to behold, it's like heā€™s been sculpted by god herself, the light isnā€™t the best out of here, but you hope to god you donā€™t die tomorrow simply for wanting to take your time and lick each and every single one of those muscles on his stomach.Ā 
Its your turn to leap forward onto your knees and join his mouth with yours, he tastes distinctly of you and his chin is still sodden, but you couldnā€™t give less of a fuck, you love the fact your desire is still marking his skin.Ā 
Your hands trace the firm abs at your disposal, before dipping into his now open trousers and underwear to find him rock hard.Ā 
If his physique impressed you, you had a big storm coming, because his cock was a fucking resplendant beauty and it was plain to see from the swelling Logan really liked eating pussy.Ā 
Your fingers barely touched as you pumped him, once twice, spreading the copious amounts of precum along his shaft.
ā€œFuck.ā€ He grunts into your mouth. You lean down, positioning yourself to take him in your mouth, though he stops you in your tracks grabbing your shoulder. ā€œNo sweetheart, I want your pussy.ā€ You clench around nothing at his filthy words, this man will be the fucking death of you.Ā 
You reach behind you and free your tits from their confines, another moan leaves his throat as he pushes you backwards. On his hands and knees heā€™s deliberate with every move as kicks the bottoms of his suit off as he prowls towards you.
Finally, heā€™s in between your legs naked as the day he was born. His hands are on your breasts, exploring the new plains exposed to him, playing with your nipples alternating between sucking and twirling them between his fingers.Ā 
So lost in his skilled hands, you barely notice when one disappears to line himself up, it's a shock, the sudden intrusion, but not an unwelcome one as he thrusts himself forward and as deep as he can go.Ā 
You moan his name into his ear, doing your best to keep your volume down.
He has prepared you well, youā€™re so worked up that he slides home through your tight slit. The sheer size of him means it's a stretch that borders on uncomfortable, but the second his hand finds your clit youā€™re clenching around him and grinding forward, desperate for more. Unable to control himself, his claws extend, he grunts pulling you close and thrusting them down into the ground.Ā 
ā€œFuck, youā€™re tight.ā€ He grunts into your neck, where he's busy lavishing the flesh once again with bites. Your neck is going to be black and blue tomorrow, but you canā€™t find it in you to give a single fuck.
The two of you are so fucking close his bare skin so deliciously hot against your own, but you want more, you need more.
Logan pulls his hips backwards, pulling out of you until only the tip remains before slamming home and spearing you wide open his cock. Your moans blend together as you lose yourself in each other's bodies.
Logan is worked up from eating your cunt, so it doesnā€™t take long for the sensation to hit him.
ā€œFuck, where do you want it?ā€ He grunts into your neck, as his hand descends to rub quick circles on your clit. He pulls your ass up, making sure to hit the spot inside of you that makes your toes curl.
You know heā€™s teetering on the edge, desperate to make you cum before he does.Ā 
ā€œInside - come inside me, baby.ā€ You whimper into his neck as he pounds into you reaching your deepest recesses with his thick cock, his hammering, itā€™s unforgiving with his enhanced strength but it pushes him deeper into spots you couldnā€™t have imagined. He groans at your words, sounding every bit the wounded animal he is. Your shared groans and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass as he takes you again, and again is all that can be heard in the clearing.Ā 
Finally as he joins your lips in a kiss, you come hard on his cock. Clenching around him as your body writhes uncontrollably.Ā 
Logan adjusts his hold on your thighs, now he uses your body, drawing out your pleasure but ultimately chasing his own. The pace is fast as he grunts and groans erotically into your neck, he fucking growls as his hips stutter against your own, and you know you should be more careful, but the thought of him cumming inside you has you gripping his cock like a vice once more. You give him a tight sheath to come in, and he pumps you fucking full of his cum and its a big fucking load. Logan thrusts a few more times, pushing his seed deep inside of you as he claims your mouth once more.
You run your hands through his hair as he lets his body fall against yours, heā€™s supporting his own weight, thank god, you donā€™t think you could handle his muscle, let alone the adamantium skeleton. Heā€™s still sheathed inside you as the two of you revel in the closeness.
The silence stretches on for an amount of time you canā€™t quite quantify. The two of you take in your surroundings, listening to the quiet of the forest, until your breathing has finally calmed down.Ā 
Logan lifts himself up on one arm, and pushes your hair back from your face. You stare at him in the moonlight for a long moment, unable to help yourself as you trace his familiar features. His strong nose and the curve of his brow, your finger dances along his flesh.Ā 
Loganā€™s eyes close, so touch starved he basks in your affection.Ā 
ā€œI-ā€ Logan goes to speak, before you drop your finger on his lips.
ā€œItā€™s okay. Whatever happens tomorrow, happens. Iā€™m okay with it.ā€ You smile at him, there's a chill to the air but youā€™ve got your Wolverine warming you up. ā€œI just wanted one night to be about something other than death.ā€
He takes your hand from his lips and kisses along the back of it and up your wrist, though It's a slippery slope as he hardens inside of you again.Ā 
Logan manages to pull two more orgasms out of you before dawn.
When your time has run out, the two of you finally dress, not wanting to be found in a compromising position. Logan curls his body around yours and buries his face in your hair as he spoons you from behind.Ā 
Just when youā€™re just on the cusp of sleep, he finally speaks into the night. Logan opens up about his world tearfully, instantly you reach your hand down, finding his own thicker one resting on your belly and you intertwine your fingers with his. He tells you of the mutant hunting as you draw comforting circles on the back of his hand, it's not much, but it's more than heā€™s ever had whilst reliving his worst day. When he has finally bared his soul, the two of you fall back into silence.Ā 
After what has been an emotionally, not to mention physically taxing night the two of you finally fall asleep if only for a few more hours, two incredibly damaged souls offering one another comfort.
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Itā€™s later in the morning when you finally awake. The sun has risen that much is clear but you're slow to awaken from your comfortable position in Logan's arms, his warm strong body coiled against your back fighting off the worst of the early morning chill, his face still buried in your hair as he snores peacefully.
Thereā€™s a sensation niggling at you, you think it's what woke you up in the first place; you canā€™t shake the sensation of being watched.Ā 
Lazily you open your eyes, only for your heart to drop to your asshole when you find Wade Wilson about 10-inches from your face lying on his side, his head supported by his hand.
ā€œMorninā€™ sleepy head, have a good night?ā€ You can hear the smile in his voice.Ā 
ā€œAGH!ā€Ā  Unable to stop both your cry of fear and your fight or flight response in progress, you throw yourself backwards, your powers activating of their own accord, and slamming your body into Loganā€™s chest. He startles awake, with the telltale ā€˜sniktā€™ of his claws extending as he orientates himself, his arm coming out to block you from the threat, despite not being able to see you.Ā 
After your brain catches up, you call your power back, but Logan doesnā€™t do the same, keeping his claws out seemingly ready to slice up his not-so-best friend.Ā 
ā€œGet the fuck outtaā€™ here, Wade.ā€ Logan growls harshly at the other man, his voice is filled to the brim with hatred.
ā€œHmph - this is what I get for acting altruistically. I thought a good stress relieving bone in the woods with your cherie amour would really sort out that bee in your bonnet, but you sir are just a very unpleasant man and Iā€™m worried that-ā€
ā€œWADE.ā€ This time Loganā€™s voice is a threat as he shouts at the man. You place a hand on his muscled arm to steady him. Though he may have stopped your heart with his antics, Wade isnā€™t doing anything particularly outrageous.Ā  Logan shakes your hand from his arm and allows his claws to retract as he stands.Ā 
ā€œThanks for jumping to my defence there, Y/N. Great to meetcha bt-dubs, huge fan.ā€ Youā€™re disoriented from the wakeup call but you shake the hand he offers you.Ā  Honestly, youā€™re still trying to process the head-fuckery of the past day, so you donā€™t have a quick response for him, though the mouth doesnā€™t seem to mind as he continues. ā€œThat mean lilā€™ lady is asking for yaā€™. Thought Iā€™d come and check you and big yellow werenā€™t still bumpinā€™ uglies. Didnā€™t want her to see you and Papa going to town on each other's fun parts.ā€
ā€œUh - Thanksā€¦ Wade?ā€Ā 
ā€œThatā€™s me.ā€ He theatrically begins bestowing multiple kisses on the back of your hand he still had in his grasp, which you retract gently. ā€œOh, and weā€™re done.ā€
Pushing yourself up, you go to stand though Logan offers you his newly gloved palm. You lock your fingers around his and the two of you stand together, inches apart and your fingers still intertwined, neither quite sure what to say to the other. Wadeā€™s ā€˜awhā€™ over your shoulder shatters the moment and he drops your hand instantaneously.Ā 
After a beat or two Logan leans forward, placing a single solitary kiss on your forehead. ā€œSee yaā€™ around, bub.ā€
ā€œWhereā€™s my smooch, Logie-bear?ā€
ā€œGo fuck yourself, Wade.ā€ He calls as he walks around, Logan doesnā€™t look back as he heads off into the forest.Ā 
You still had faith heā€™d turn up for the fight, Logan always turned up when it counted and you knew this time would be no different.Ā 
ā€œHate to see him leave, but love to watch him go.ā€ Wade sighs linking his arm with yours.Ā 
ā€œMmh, You can say that again.ā€ You agree with the clown watching Loganā€™s ass as he walks away, you swear you see his step falter thanks to his impeccable hearing, but he doesnā€™t turn back.Ā 
The two of you turn and you begin walking back to the cave arm in arm with the strange man to prepare for the assault on Cassandraā€™s lair when Wade finally asks the question you know heā€™s been dying to ask since meeting you ā€œSo, Y/N just between us girlsā€¦ how big is it?ā€
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