#snkts: logan

[emmatriarchy]

"Why stop? It can be your dinner."

Of course, no one could survive on a diet of cake, and only cake... but what is a day in the life of a centuries old person?

She squeezes herself to his side again, before she slides to sit a little further away so he can resume eating the cake. She sets her elbows on the table top and props her chin in her hands.

"I can bake another cake any time you want."

He can tell she’s nervous. Even without his senses, Gabby has always worn her heart on her sleeve. She’s an open book. And this is, admittedly, outside of all of their wheelhouses. Weapons didn’t bake cakes. Experiments didn’t celebrate father’s day. And, hell, Logan sometimes felt he wasn’t supposed to be her dad. He loved her, and he was glad she wanted him to be, but- He couldn’t help but think she could’ve chosen better. He’d just have to keep trying for her. 

“Yeah, really.” He says, taking another bite. He swallows and raises an eyebrow. “Kiddo, when have I ever been one to mince words? If I hated it, I’d tell ya’.” Then he grins and wraps one arm around her - still using the other hand to hold the cake - and returns the squeeze. 

“I’m gonna have to try an’ stop myself from eating it all before dinner.”

[sharkzippo]

* incorrect quotes … @snkts

[homelander-rp-blog]

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finding the man was pretty easy, so to say. When you’re rich, you can have anything you want including the information of where is the location of that big, bad Wolverine who usually stays off radar. Homelander is in desperate need to find his boy, just who told him there are kids like him that are running north?! How the hell he found out about it?! Why he left at all?! Alright, maybe the state is rapidly becoming a dangerous place for supes like them but he and his boy are different! They could survive! There’s zero reason for him to run away from his dad..

The bar’s space is stuffy and heavy with sweat, beer and cigarette smoke, almost overwhelming when he steps inside. Sure, he did some searches, but wasn’t completely hopeful to find the man. His heart skips a beat when he catches the side of that iconic profile with messy hair like pointed ears and the ‘animal’ scent, when everyone thinks he’s dead, he’s sitting right here, drinking.

He occupies the stool right next to him and orders beer, not for himself but for the man sitting at his side. “friend, I wouldn’t be here if I had someone who actually gives a shit.” His snort comes out more sorrowful than anything. “… heard you’ve been busy these past month. Something about ‘supe kids’” he drops the words and sits back to see how the man reacts..

[emmatriarchy]

Gabby is relatively untraumatized and balanced for an escapee from Alchemax's super assassin program. Her sisters hadn't been so lucky - they got hurt more while protecting Gabby. The teen is well aware of how lucky she is. She gets to be a teenager, with people who care about her watching over her. Sure, she had to coax them into going on a road trip that one time. It had been so worth it.

When Logan agrees to her prize in case of victory, she has to hold back from jumping and going Yipee. She may or may not have collected extensions with the idea of convincing him to let her braid his hair into long tresses.

She has a chaotic personality, weird ideas, and access to online stores with fast deliveries... She ordered ginormous amounts of fabrics, glitter, rhinestones for bedazzling purposes... and the fake hair.

"Alright, dad. You're on." She winks at him, and starts walking away from him, her feet barely making any noise on the soft forest floor. She lifts her head to sniff the air - the way she saw her family do countless times - trying to identify some of the many scents she can smell. What she lacks in experience, she makes up for in enthusiasm.

“Nah, I won’t.” He shakes his head and sticks his hands into his pockets. She seems surprised. On the one hand, he doesn’t blame her. He knows what it's like. For a long time, failure wasn’t an option. From what little he remembered of the experiments, failure meant getting hurt. Not living up to standards could be even worse. He understood. 

Besides, she was growing up. Maybe faster than he wanted to admit. That’s the strange thing. He’d never seen her when she was really young. They hadn’t gotten that. She’d already started on her teens when they met. And she’d already been through so much shit. So maybe it was ridiculous, but… He wanted her to get to be a kid a bit longer. Enjoy it while she could. 

“If you win? Sure.” He shrugs with a nod, then tilts his head and grins. “But first, you gotta win.”

[hopedefined]

@snkts said: "Go as me." | what should my muse be for halloween?

"Y'know, I always thought I pulled off the claws."

She says it playful, all self-assured sass. Lord knows she's not the only one to find them a little fascinating--even if she is one of a small group to know how they feel.

"Is this just an excuse t'get me into one'a your leather jackets?"

[argentarrogance]

Vibrations that travel under the gown of night whirl in clashing sounds of knives and winds, where changeableness played strings of friendly spar. The feral was a respectable fighter, one of those whose full-fledged fitfulness stood a chance to detect Magnusson's presence thanks to augmented senses. Their mutual training couldn't be entirely fruitless, for Quicksilver could strengthen his endurance, and Wolverine enhance his speed.

Fastening through hazards of claws aiming for rib or ankle -- bodily fickleness motions to and fro within chuckle's beat, though markedly reduced in original speed, " The only one, you were saying?? HA. '' Until he manages to run closely behind Logan and remain there for a while. '' You still gotta prove you can, old man; or I'll think you're getting rusty. " @snkts || cont.

[nerdynanny]

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"Scott might be her husband but we know very well which one of you she loves most." Morph extended a hand, resting it on that tense shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Logan around Sinister was too much of a danger to bear-- they cared too much for him. And Logan had too much of an axe to grind.

"Jean needs you more. Besides-- she's under his control. Not-Jean, whatever we're calling her. Breaking away from it is no small feat. Scott's coming with us to help her out. She took their son. So we both need you here with the REAL Jean." Morph gripped both his shoulders, looking him dead in the eyes.

"You can get revenge another day-- hell I'll join you. But this is about rescuing the kid. So level heads are what we need. And you, old friend, have anger issues. You know I love ya Logan-- but Magneto made the right call here." They moved to guide him to the chair, heart growing heavy as they did so.

Having Logan there would be a boon and a burden. But Morph knew Sinister well enough to know he'd use that anger against them all.

"I just said 'Magneto was right' so let's work on making sure I never say that again." They let go of Logan, trying to damp down further arguments. I can't bear to see him hurt you. He will tell you my secret.

"Unless you can convince Scott to trade places, you're stuck here."

[pv55y]

          THE AIR IS THICK WITH THE SCENT OF AGED WHISKEY & CIGAR SMOKE ; soft hum of low conversation blends with the faint sound of jazz music playing from an old jukebox. THIS IS AS CLOSE TO HEAVEN AS SELENA WOULD GET, LOATH AS SHE IS TO ADMIT IT EVEN TO HERSELF; HER MOOD IS FICKLE LIKE THAT… TRULY, IT’S JUST ANOTHER NIGHT IN GOTHAM,

& she is enjoying the rare moment of peace away, mind drifting into along with the music, remembering happier times     [ FLEETING, GONE WITH THE WIND… ]     WHEN SHE HADN’T BEEN SO…     WELL, THIS ,

          SHE LEANS BACK IN HER SEAT AT THE CORNER BOOTH, a glass of bourbon cradled in her gloved hand, like delicate porcelain. The dim light reflects off her hair, a parodical illusion of a halo, humorously contrasting with everything else about her; BLACK LEATHER JACKET, TIGHT JEANS, & BOOTS     —     she observes the room around her with SHARP / PRACTICED EYE, noting the exits, the patrons, & the general atmosphere, attention drawn to the bar WHEN THE DOOR SWUNG OPEN WITH A CREAK, LETTING IN A GUST OF COOL NIGHT AIR,

          AH,     SHE HASN’T SEEN THIS ONE BEFORE     —     RUGGED, an air of weariness & something of a predatory grace that instantly piques her interest ( like a cat eyeing a mouse; target locked ); an air of solitude that matches hers at a glance,     < @snkts CALLED UPON THE CAT , >     SELENA WATCHES & TAKES A SLOW SIP OF HER BOURBON, the ruby of lipstick imprinting on the edge of her glass as she considers her options:

A SMALL, MISCHIEVOUS SMILE PLAYING ON HER LIPS, she decides to make the first move:    in a way only a feline would, she slides out out of her booth, making her way to the bar & takes the empty stool next to him, unprompted but as if she had been solely invited,

          She sets her glass down on the counter, eyes briefly meeting his as she did so,     [ SLOW, KEEP THE EYE CONTACT ]     ❛❛     ROUGH NIGHT, or are you just passing through ?     ❜❜     tone casual but laced with curiosity; THE TIREDNESS / SCRATCHINESS IN HER VOICE IS PALPABLE, LIKE SHE’S BEEN SMOKING HER ENTIRE LIFE & QUIT YESTERDAY, WEAK, BUT NO LESS ANIMATED. She rests her elbow on the bar, posture relaxed yet poised, ready for anything ( —FLIGHT OR FIGHT; WHICH ONE WOULD IT BE TONIGHT ? )

[positivelybeastly]

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[thwipsthrown]

"Dere's a Saint Bernard," Remy starts, catching movement outside. He turns to focus on it better. A dog? At the mansion? "At de top'a the driveway. Ain't you always say you like dogs?"

@snkts liked this for a lyric starter & got shuffled in not a gamble. // saint bernard - lincoln (accepting!)

[hexsreality]

Lyric Starter Post ⤷ Always Accepting!

❝ It's just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up ❞

☽◯☾┄─ @snkts || Limp Bizkit-Break Stuff ᗢ

[skycapt4in]

@snkts / “ What's your problem? ”

“ . . .Like, specifically or just in general? Because either way we might be here a while if I really need to get into that right now. ” Noah begins with a small tilt of his head and shrug of his shoulder, he's not oblivious to the way he's been conveying himself during the course of their forced interaction and he's also very much aware that he does have better self control over his own emotions and feelings, but he just chose to be annoying on this occasion simply because he did not want to be there.

Why the hell does he need to help people? He's not one of them.. He has a mutation, sure, but he didn't sign up for anything.. Certainly not for free, anyways. “ Specifically, my problem is that you 'super' people really just.. suck at your jobs. Can you even call it a job? Are you one of the ones that get paid? Doesn't matter-, I shouldn't have to take time outta my day to cover your six because you guys can't handle a couple poorly trained.. whatever the hell those guys were! Soldiers? Private military? Dedicated haters? Whoever they are, they also suck at their jobs. ” He takes a deep breath, pointing to a handful of unconscious adversaries as if it'll help his pointless rant.

Another deep breath and a moment to check his gear and shields for damage, mixed with more quiet mumbles of his annoyance before he continues. “ My general issues? Lack of sleep mostly, and a list of problems that would make every Earth therapist faint. ”

[onlyarogue]

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Logan: I am in charge of this disaster!

Rogue: I have a name, you know.

[natorika]

' mister howlett -- '

though far from the first mutant to be administered the grace of phoenix's exemplary defense skills, wright quickly gleans he's the last that irritating will earn resolution from. his temper is as testy as his stature is dense and short, and though phoenix is not defenseless, he's frankly disinterested in testing the limitations of his patience. for now, a light hand and careful navigation of his repertoire would have to suffice; his foot would only come down if logan demanded it of him as the result of his own cooperation, or lack thereof.

phoenix's hand grazes the sheaf of evidence, paperwork and photos and lab results. though he cannot scent aroma on the air the way the wolverine can, he can innately feel the presence of half-truths, an empathetic draw that went beyond the tenure of an attorney.

his power of insight told him logan wasn't being wholeheartedly honest with him. that impeded his ability to defend.

' i need you to be upfront with me, sir. ' he meets howlett's gaze, seemingly undaunted by the animal glare he held just behind his sturdy look. ' i'm your lawyer, not your enemy. i want to prove your innocence.. but i can't do that if you aren't working with me. i'm not gonna sit here and feed you legal jargon or sugar-coated half truths. it's a very real possibility that this crime sticks if we can't walk through it together. right? your DNA was at the scene. so lets start over. i believe you when you say you weren't at the crime scene at the time of the murder. but i don't believe you when you say you don't know the victim. why lie? '

@snkts

[enrogued]

@snkts sent "I can curse all I want, dammit."

" well guess what, logan, i can curse too, dammit an' ya can't stop me either. " she's a little smug, arms folded across her chest, eyes hard if slightly mischievous. challenging authority? her? never(!)

" what're ya gonna do, ground me? i say fuck that! "

[argentarrogance]

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Quicksilver: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works. Wolverine, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

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Quicksilver: So are we flirting right now? Wolverine: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU Quicksilver: That doesn’t answer my question

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Quicksilver: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things. *Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder* Wolverine: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.