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LEO: I have eternity to think that over, though! My inbox is open until then. I'll keep you updated, but for now I have to do my daily dying...
LEO: I know that sounds awful, but it's just how this weird place works.
#V²AU#peep the tag! uh huh Certified Canon Post#Valhalla!Valgrace#Einherjar!Leo Valdez#poor buddy let him make friends w the rest of floor 19 :(#they could all share the inbox!#((mod is not ready to design them all for the inbox yet...))#leo valdez#magnus chase#mcga#hotel valhalla#magnus chase and the gods of asgard#mcga au#valgrace au#valgrace#<- eventually! more info to come (tagged for blog transparency and also advert)#heroes of olympus#blood of olympus#post-blood of olympus#riordanverse#art
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there is someone out there who insists on putting horrible comments on fics, in people's tumblr inboxes, anywhere they can get their grubby little paws. often just the usual fare for pathetic trolls - rape threats, suicide bait, the odd racial slur... occasionally, they branch out and try their hand at slightly more insidious attempts to sow discord between people.
they mostly don't make an impact, however, not only because they are so transparent, but also because anyone who has ever come into contact with this person knows full well who they are, and knowing that sort of makes the whole thing vaguely laughable.
however, now and again they sort of... widen their scope a bit, and just on the off chance that they might send their little attacks to anyone vulnerable, or unknowing, I just wanted to let you all know that they really are just the work of one very sad individual who has nothing better to do with their time. they're not a real threat to anyone, except maybe themselves. please please don't take anything they say to heart. just block, report, turn off anon comments, anything you need or want to do.
I'm not sure if they'll get bored – they haven't yet, and frankly I don't think they have much else to sustain them besides perhaps deleting and remaking endless tumblr blogs – but ignoring them wholeheartedly is genuinely what is best for you, and that is what is important.
so, look after yourselves. they're just a troll.
#also if any of you feel really gross and want to reach out to someone my inbox is always open. even if you dont know me at all#sometimes that helps. plus i can share stories of some of the weird shit this person has done that might make you laugh.#i recognise the usual rhetoric is 'dont feed the troll' and this acknowledgment might send a frisson of thrill through them#however i truly dont care. in fact i hope it does because they could do with a win#their ego is nothing to do with me. i just need to reiterate that they really are Just Some Guy.#they've been at this for well over a year now btw. lmao.#mash#mash 4077#mashblr
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show us the antithesis of cute and funny 👀👀👀 the people demand it!!!
patience my friends i have at least 14 asks about cats to get through first ☝️
#snap chats#actually the people demand felines but i will listen to the crowd who wants to see my nonsense. i GUESS 🙄#i finally decided to start grouping my asks for this weekend and the tally is incredibly funny#BUT YES TRUST i will share at least. One this weekend. thats my goal.#i wont be able to answer all like. what 40~ asks in my inbox this weekend realistically prob so im just gon do ones i can link together#it should take out a chunk of em but anyways#i think one of them could kiinda be cute but both ideas at the forefront of my brain are melancholy in nature#and the one im gonna do this weekend gon finally be the one i made those power ref sheets for. or at lesat the erik one jveVKJELJ#in retrospect its funny cause i only really intend for his powers to be used for like. maaaybe a panel or two out of ilke what. 10#i still wanted to draw out how they work regardless so ... nothing lost i assure you ..
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Woah dang, waking up to 99+ notifs on tumblr almost always means that an old Homestuck piece is going around again... imagine my delighted surprise to see it was all notifs about Soli! That was a great thing to wake up to. Felt an actual flutter in my chest. Thank you so much, everyone! And apologies for how Elias' hair keeps subtly changing. You always kind of figure out exactly how a character looks and how to draw them as you go along with sequential art. It, funny enough, largely comes from figuring out their acting (so lots and lots of different angles and features that need to shift/change slightly to carry the weight of looking like they should feel, for lack of a better way to describe it ) At any rate, glad to see people are excited for chapter 3! next update will be next week, and will be a two page spread.
#solivaga#yackin#it isn't the first time by a long shot that I've woken up to see my inbox full of soli notifs#but that usually only happens when I'm actively updating the comic or have posted a new big fancy illustration#that dies down considerably ofc when we're at a between chapter pause because old fandom work has the power to stay searchably relevant#and it's probably common for comic authors to worry that if they don't get back to updating ASAP they'll come back to no audience#so coming back with the main storyline of chapter 3 and a couple of preview snippets filling my notifs for this project that I love so much#definitely made me happy#there's just a joy in sharing something important to you and introducing characters and their stories to others#ofc I say all of this and have been going through my askbox like an absolute slug lol#if I could choose the world's most niche and specific superpower I would ask to split my creative attention when i'm really deep in it#but my brain demands to Live in the Scene when writing it or drawing very acting-heavy or important scenes#and I become Slug#Rat slug#new animal for the veil
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I dunno if you wanted confirmation, but I saw in the tags of a previous ask that you need to remind yourself it's ok to post non-dc stuff. So, as one random follower, I'd love to see more of whatever your current hyperfixation is. Especially if you've made art for it, 'cause I love your drawing style
Thank you that's so sweet of you but don't worry it is really more about me remembering I can post other things in the way that my autistic brain likes routine and doesn't like change but I specifically made this blog with the basis that I would be able to just post what ever I wanted so should probably remember I can do that again
#ask#anon#like thats why when i made it#i didnt give it a specific fandom theme#bc the idea was just a place i could post my art i wanted to share#but then i got into the routine of posting just 1 fandom#and its hard to break that routine onces i start#also off topic#but has anyone elses asks been broke recently#or is my inbox just fed up with me#my asks are all like squashed to one side when i click on them
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Knock knock! Trick or treat!
What was the most recent non-Undertale piece you completed?
And also, how are you doing lately?
i drew a mech for my friend Oceanrift's bday on twitch!! he was sick at the time unfortunately so we surprised him on discord instead with our ppt presentation tradition hehe
happy to have made friends there ❤
lately i've been working to better myself (mostly mentally), and i want to believe i've made some progress. else i wouldn't be here rn, posting things again instead of giving up and not wanting to try anymore
appreciate it @pokeprism! 🫂✨
#i have a speedpaint of this actually if u guys wanna see it 👀#fun fact that mech is all in one layer#mechwarrior#oceanrift#akisecat#prylc#vcx#my dear friends#inbox things#myart#i also have some other art i haven't shared elsewhere#could share them mayb
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i’ve been thinking so so so much about the zeros to heroes and beyond au made by @xaeyrnofnbe and spent a couple hours on the train making some inital design thoughts!!
gillian armor >:D
original pd/modern world inhabitants
original riptide inhabitants
#hopefully these somewhat make up for the number of rambly anons i’ve left in your inbox about this AU#and you mentioned that you had designs PLEASE SHARE#the only designs i could remember from zeros to heroes were chip and ollie’s but i feel like i just gave everyone camp counselor vibes#but i do like the riptide chip design i gave him all the caspian and lizzie elements >:DDDD#art by me#chip jrwi#gillion tidestrider#gillian tidestrider#oliver teach#jay ferin#zeros to heroes and beyond#jrwi
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9, 17 & 33 for the ask game? :)
hi anna!!! i am a million years late to this, sorry ;-;
9. tell me a story about your childhood
when i was probably around 5 years old i was learning to ride on a scooter for the first time and i was having the absolute time of my life and getting very overconfident because it was going so well. my mom told me something along the lines of "be careful" or "tone it down" and i did not listen to her because i thought i was so cool and so skilled and then i immediately fell and ate shit, lmaooooooo
after determining i was okay my mom was very much like "see, i told you so!!!" and i was incredibly embarrassed ;-;
even to this day if i feel i am getting too cocky i will recall the scooter incident and start to tone back, lmao
17. name three things that make you happy
friends, nature, and a good hot cup of tea <3
33. any hobbies?
yes, many! i cycle through hobbies frequently because of the adhd and my tendency to drop all of my hobbies during the academic year :(
but i'd consider my hobbies to be: reading, writing, playing video games, gardening, bird watching, origami, a tiny bit of sewing/cosplaying, drawing, language learning, coding (as in fun projects, not the stuff for school), and probably some others that i'm forgetting about
#shout out to me for tagging that one post ask game#so i could find it later :)#hopefulky i tagged/referenced the right ask game >.<#also i think/hope i probably have more childhood memories it's just hard to think about one that's okay to share off the top of my head#it's much easier to think of memories from when i was a teen#but that's not really childhood to me?#i think the most recent hobby i've engaged with is reading + origami#because i have a stack of origami paper i got a few years ago and i have no good way to store it#so it's existence stresses me out because i'm so nervous to wrinkle the papers#so i keep having phases of making a shit ton of origami to use it all up#rn i'm trying to make stars so i can make garland to hang on my window#bc one of the yellows i have matches a yellow on my space blankets#so it matches the space theme of my room#and i think it'd be cute!#but thanks sm for the ask!!!! this was fun!!!!#sorry it took me sooooooo long#;-;#i have other asks from you in my inbox and i will get to them soon :)#uygfiug <3#zip answers
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KPTS Playlists
Kim's Album || Chay's Album
So the concept behind this is that Kim releases a post-canon album and Porchay releases an album of his own in response. I love the idea of how the songs on each of these would affect the other person listening to them, as well as giving both characters the ability to use songs to communicate feelings that they can't express openly in person.
KimChay - Why else would I tutor you?
A big mixture of both KimChay albums + some extras that didnt fit either album but fit KimChay as a whole or inspired me while writing.
Additional Playlists and rambling under the cut 🖤
VegasPete Shoot Me || VegasPete Let it Out
I love both these VP moods but struggled with mixing them in a single playlist! The vibes were too all over the place - so now theres one for the emotional stuff and one for the self-destructive decisions bourne from hedgehog funerals and bisexual lighting
SO! Thoughts on playlists:
The concepts behind the KimChay playlists are my favourite and they're the ones I put the most thought into! - I started them back in july and I'm still adding to them now! They're not necessarily all about Kim and Chay's relationship per-se, there are a couple that I think really fit Kim's relationship with his brothers for example, or the way that Porchay feels living in the compound with his lack of autonomy. I've tried to keep a consistent sound/vibe throughout and match both the lyrics and the sound to the melancholy post canon situation!
My absolute favourite is Chay's album (lovingly referred to as the chaylist). Picturing the absloute breakdown Kim would have listening to some of these songs sang by Chay is so delicious to think about. Hopefully these would be the catalyst to a KimChay resolution!
There are a couple of other less developed/experimental playlists like for KinnBig, Tankhun (sad lol) and KimBig on my spotify profile! (as well as some other non KP playlists)
If you liked any of these, found a new favourite, or found them useful/helpful for art/writing/rotating the faves in your mind, feel free to share and to come yell at me about them here! DMs are open, anons are on! I'd love to hear your thoughts!!!
#KimChay#The Chaylist is out lads#there are somehow... 4 people following it... already..... which is like girl i have shared this nowhere..... how did u get here lol :')#kim kp#chay kp#playlists#if you guys make anything inspired by this I would love love LOVE it if you tagged me! not to credit! like just @ me in the replies!!#like no pressure to do so I would just love to see it!#I'm nosy and excitable and I want to *S E E*#also I tend to be incredibly picky with *vibes* + lyrics so out of not wanting to offend anyone I'm not going to take 'add this!' requests!#but also if there's a song that's perfect for the blorbos that isn't on the playlist - anon is on and my inbox is open! I love music recs!#also if you have just general ''think about this character + this song!'' thoughts i would LOVE that! hehe#if u have a character... that you want a song rec for........... i could do that lol#my head is full of nothing but little guys#I have thoughts about pretty much all of the characters + xyz song *constantly* haha#I dont have a 'happy' kimchay playlist but that's only bc the vibes were near identical to the PatPran playlist I already have titled ):)#also if you spot the playlists where i went through taylor swifts entire discography and worked out every song where she was in a car#and then every song where she uses public transport#then no you dont.#that would be. unhinged...... 👀#I think my next one will be a Tankhun happy playlist which would refine the sadder Tankhun playlist a bit better#it's a similar problem to VegasPete. The dichotomy of my favourite boy knows no bounds!#ANYWAY#Send tweet or whatever#kpts
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hi omg your tags on my post have given me SO much motivation i need to figure out a s/i design it'd be so fun to have our self inserts interact....... also thank you for reminding me i need to watch more mushishi i really enjoyed the little bit of it i watched - @popdearest
BANGING ON THE TABLE
Mushishi is my FAVORITE anime EVER and I simply want everyone to watch it please watch it and tell me what you think and if you end up joining the Aro!Ginko Polycule there's quite a few of us and there's always room for more <3
#Thankyou for asking#As SOON as you have that SV S/I design figure out lemme know I will be on that SO quickly#It's 3am I need to calm down I got things to do tommorrow#But I looooooooove drawing other people's self inserts especially when we can interact <3#Everyone reading this is always free to smash into my inbox and tell me how our S/Is would interact#ALWAYS#It's a treat and a delight <3#This is not mutual or I interact first exclusive#You could be the randoest rando in the tag and I would STILL want to know if our S/Is could be friends PLEASE#It's very fun. To Me.#Platonic/Familial/Romantic interactions between Self Inserts is super encouraged here it is FUN.#My Dungeon Meshi S/I has the biggest stupid crush on my friend Emmy's S/I and that's the ONLY reason that S/I exists atm#I have a Fairy Tail anon who pops up from time to time who's my child because all of the Guild are my children#Every Shigiraki self shipper is my child-in-law because I am Tomura's legal parent and I love you my children <3#Echo and I are co-parents of the Slasher Orphanage adore that we're also best friends/rivals in DR1#Metamour anons as well my beloveds <3 When the F/O is shared... The highlight of my life fr fr#Sorry I'm going on a RAMBLE I have things to do tomorrow and I am procrastinating sleeping#Anyway this is another call to action in the tags;#If we have F/Os in the same universe; TELL ME SO WE CAN HAVE THEM BE FRIENDS.#Thankyou <3
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SO this is instrumental, but "The Man Who Made A Monster" by Dance With The Dead, if you like this genre!
Yeah, instrumental music is good too! I quite like this one a lot. It feels really epic in some parts, feels like... a goth/Halloween videogame sprung to life, almost? Haha. Yeah, I definitely like it.
youtube
#thegoatsongs#replies#inbox games#there's really no limit here. the original ask game was 'send music that matches my vibe' but i said in the tags i would happily take any#cool music people feel like sharing. just cause i like hearing new music/recs#and i am pretty sure that's all/most that is coming my way. that and some specific 'this is good dracula music' songs#and this could be good dracula music too but like specifically in my head a flash videogame version near the end of the book#music
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you ruined my life with "Put simply, when he dreamed –if he dreamt– he dreamed of Guinevere." its very important to me that you know how much you ruined my life. i will be thinking about it for the rest of my days and it will haunt my every waking moment. in a good way. but also in a most other arwen quotes from fics are now ruined for me because they will never measure up way. great work truly couldn't ask for anything more
I a.m... I.m cr y ing. I am on th e edg e of tea rs. I can-not stop s mi lin g. This is. The highest of compliment.s I-
Anon, I give you my heart.
#rewind series#ask#imagine me#just going about my day#putting up my latest chapter for the fic that I'm waiting to show tumblr so that I can get thru lotr first#when SUDDENLY#FROM THE INbOX!?#THIS#THIS BEAUTIFUL ANON#guys this is the greatest thing I could have asked for as a writer#the highest of compliments#*I* ruined every other arwen quote!?!?#ME!?!?#I scrapped the chapter and completely rewrote it!!#This quote happened by chance!!#and yet#oh anon and yet#i am delighted#I am delighted in your delight#I was so close to not sharing this story at all but#oh dear readers#dear fanfic writers#if ever you think you shouldn't post your story#please do#please please do#perhaps I came on too strong in the ask#BUT!!!!! SOMEONE SAID THEY LIKED MY QUOTE!!!! I AM ECSTATIC!!!#plus if they are anon then they deserve to be treated as an anon#and by that I mean met with pure unadulterated love and joy and unfiltered emotion#thank you anon thank you
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Thank 🥰 so much 💖 for each single one 💚 of ❤ you 🖤 who has❤ helped 🤍 me either by 😧 donating ❤ sharing 💚 or reposting ❤ my messages ⚘🇵🇸⚘🇵🇸⚘. Without you, our situation would have been more disastrous, painful and sad. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free🇵🇸🌷🇵🇸❤⚘
💛💛💛 from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!! 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸
#i have so many people suffering in my inbox and i feel so bad i don't answer the specific asks themselves#i see all of your messages and i am not ignoring you i swear#i don't have the funds to donate to every one that reaches out to me#or know what words to say that others haven't said better than i could ever#but i always go to the blogs and continue to share and boost and pray for everyone in palestine's safety and freedom daily#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸#may you have peace and safety soon
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#i can’t imagine you ever visit this place#i figure it’s off limits and if that’s the case#i get why#in which case I’m just sort of whistling into the void but hey maybe the abyss likes music too#i just want you to know that you always have a friend in me#(yeah cue the randy Newman)#if I’m being completely honest i think about you every day still#and maybe that sounds scary to you#but i promise it’s soft affectionate and loving#i only hope the best for you#I’m not the kind of person who shows up on a doorstep or a public transit stop#I’m autistic. I’ve discovered that a lot of us share the vampire rule: you MUST be invited in lmao#but yeah i won’t go where i don’t think I’m welcome#which is why I’m here listening to my (terrible flat) whistling echo back at me from the darkness#instead of in your inbox or your texts#should we ever have contact i have to be on the safe side and let you come to me#you were my best friend and that hasn’t changed#like yeah all that other stuff but you were my friend first and i loved that#sure i was insecure about a lot of stuff#(who would i be to comment on your work? who would i be to assume i could do that too and that you’d care about it?)#but i did my best not to splatter that on you#i do feel some regrets about times i didn’t comment on your work because i felt awkward and weird about giving feedback to someone i admired#or asking questions because i thought that might make me look stupid and you’d never want to let me experience it again lol#but i think about things you’ve created a lot#you have such a gift for breathing life into human feelings and experiences#and i miss being among the first to see what new things you’ve created#but I’m grateful i was ever in that circle in the first place#you are still in my circle within a circle#the bubble didn’t burst when it crash landed. it’s a bubble dude. staying intact is what they do#anyway i love you mondo doofus. i hope you’re having a sweet and gentle day 💜
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Sylvia has appeared!
What to do?
Ask on a date Caress cheek Kneel down Ravish
(stolen from @highfivethesky)
#🌸 ~ dash games ~ 🌸#i saw this and could not contain myself lmao#all four of these are weirdly worshipy and idk how to feel about that#i'm not asking anyone to go into my inbox i just wanted to share how funny this is lmao#i am cackling this is so fucking funny lmaoooo#if you do wanna go in my inbox tho i mean be my guest lol
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Scars / Logan Howlett
pairing: dofp!logan howlett x mutant!reader summary: every person has a soulmate. after settling in the future that he saved, logan starts to consider his next mission when a suspicious mark appears on him. word count: 3.2k a/n: good ol'fashioned soulmate AU. this is the first actual fic i've written in a long time so please have some grace. reblogs and replies are super appreciated! warnings: general mentions of logan's past, scars, self-doubt, alcoholism, reader smokes a cigar, mentions of razors, scars, wounds, two uses of y/n
logan masterlist | inbox | full masterlist
It had been a week since Logan woke up in his healed timeline.
For most people, the change would have been dramatic. But Logan was far unlike most people. The initial dreamlike state he was in when he first walked through the mansion- seeing the ghosts he had once known returned to the flesh, unscathed- quickly subsided. Logan had always been a man thrown onto a new path- how he lived life constantly changing to best fit his interests. Now, with his newfound peace he found the most complicated mission of all: what to do with the life he was now free to live?
Even before the sentinels, the battles, the wars- he had always been a man on the run. He was solo, strategic, concise. For a man who was gifted with infinite regeneration, he had solely concerned himself with staying alive. He ate for sustenance, sought shelter for safety, and nursed a bottle to find enough peace of mind to sleep at night.
The professor had once told him that for a person to reach self-actualization they first had to have all of their needs met. Logan had scoffed at the time, assuring the professor that he knew himself just fine. But now, with his problems so solved that they had ceased to ever exist, he wondered if maybe the professor was right.
Who was he? Where did he go from here?
The answer was found in the form of a scar on his hand.
"Well, everything seems to be just fine."
Logan scoffed at the blue man in front of him
"Well it's not." Logan said. "Check again."
Two days after he had come back, a large, circular scar had appeared on the palms of each of his hands. When they hadn't disappeared after two minutes, he rushed to the bathroom and nicked himself with his razor, watching as the wound healed with only blood dripping down his scruff as a remanent of it. Thirty minutes after that he found himself in the lab with Hank, Jean, and the Professor hypothesizing his miraculous marks.
"Logan, the tests came back clear." Jean assured him, leaning against the wall. "Maybe it's time to consider that it's something else."
Logan quirked his head towards her.
"I haven't had a scar in over two hundred years," he reminded her, his voice laced with irony. "I get not one, but two and you... what? Think it's a coincidence?"
Before Jean had a chance at rebuttal, the professor moved to face Logan.
"That's not what Jean's inferring, Logan." Charles reminded him. "We're simply asking that you consider other options. Less... dire options. It could, after all, be a good thing."
"Yeah?" Logan scoffed. "Like what?"
A silence hung in the air.
When Logan had first come to them with news of his scar, the thought had been on all three of their minds. Still, there were a plethora of things that could have caused that. Though, when the tests came back clear and his skin continued to heal from all sorts of abrasions, it felt as if there was only one answer for his seemingly magical scars.
However, none of them were keen on sharing this diagnosis with Logan. One wondered whether he'd handle the idea of his body failing him over fated love.
Hank was the first to speak up.
"Like a soulmate."
Oh that was rich, Logan thought.
Logan wasn't unfamiliar with the idea of soulmates.
Around the time that two fated lovers were destined to meet, there would be a sign for each of them. In some cases they were eyes changing colors, feeling the other's pain, finding their names everywhere they looked. In other cases they were new birthmarks, tattoos, scars.
In some way, the two were inextricably connected.
In his long life he had seen others experience it dozens if not hundreds of times. When the first thirty years of his life rolled around with no one, Logan accepted that he was one of the outliers. He considered it for the best and by now, with everything that he had gone through, the concept of soulmates almost seemed like an old wives' tale.
Logan glanced at their faces. When he realized they were serious, a deep laugh escaped from his gut. There was a lack of light in his eyes that admitted his insincerity.
"So I disappear for a few decades and you all start believing in fairytales?" Logan pulled the needles from his arm, the heart rate monitor going flat as he did. "What a bunch of bullshit."
Jean laid her hand against his chest, urging him back into the seat.
"Logan." She soothed him. "This is a good thing. Scott and I-"
Oh this was real rich.
"Scott and you are... what, huh?" Logan urged. "Soulmates?"
Logan scoffed, swiping Jean's hand from his chest.
"Bet you're so happy with your 'soulmate' and that's why you lead me on, huh? That it? You're happy?" He taunted, a dark laugh escaping him once more. "Spare me-"
"Logan, that's enough!"
The professor's voice echoed against the linoleum walls of the lab, reverberating off of the medical equipment throughout.
"If you want to wallow in your own self-deprivation, be my guest, but spare the rest of us your grief." Charles continued. "I think it would be best if you go back to your quarters and consider the future the universe has offered you."
The energy in the air was thick.
Jean and Hank avoided Logan’s eye contact while the professor’s nearly burned a whole through him.
Accepting defeat, Logan threw his hands up in the air and pushed himself out of his metal chair.
“Fine.”
Soulmates. Logan thought. Who would believe in a thing like that?
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"It's a pleasure to see you again."
The atmosphere in the mansion was a stark contrast to the lab Charles had been in days before.
Now the school day had commenced: children skipping from class to class, students chatting with their friends in the hallway, teachers grabbing coffee between lessons. Amidst the organized chaos, Charles had arranged to meet you in the foyer: the replacement history teacher for Logan's class.
"You too, professor." You smiled, reaching out your hand. "I was so glad to hear from you."
Your hand hung in the air briefly, awaiting his return. Charles examined it for a moment- a twinkle in his eye- before taking it. His thumbs brushed against the newfound scars between your knuckles as he did.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you didn't always have these scars, did you, Y/n?" Charles asked.
You had not.
You had woken with them a few days before. Despite your powers rooted in chaos magic, it wasn't uncommon for blemishes or wounds to etch themselves into your skin. However, you often knew why. These marks, scars, were not faint, but instead quite profound. Three thick, healed over wounds patched together like a stitch on the back of each of your hands.
"No professor."
He closed his eyes, a soft smile gracing his lips. Though you knew he wished to ask more questions, the moment was broken by Logan.
"Ah, the man himself." Charles beamed. "Logan, I'd like you to meet Y/n. She'll be covering your class."
You had seen your fair share of news stories about the Wolverine. Who hadn't? Though the television had never prepared you for just how tall, or broad he was.
"It's nice to meet you, Logan."
"You too." He nodded, taking your hand.
His hand lingered in yours for a moment. Charles cleared his throat.
"We were just discussing the most peculiar scar on Y/n's hand." Charles said. "Appeared just a few days ago out of nowhere."
Charles nodded his head in the direction of your hand, leading Logan to squint. As if a light bulb had gone off over his head, Logan glanced between Charles and yourself and with your hand still in his, he turned it examine the back.
Three scars between your knuckles. Right where his own claws would be.
Though he liked to imagine himself as the patron of remaining suave, Logan's eyebrows shot up at the recognition. He traced his view from your hands, up your torso, to your face where you eyed him questioningly.
He thought back to the way that he woke up in the seventies, wrapped in the arms of another woman. If times had been different and Logan hadn't undergone all the so-called character development in the last forty years, he was sure that a face like yours would have gotten him in a lot of trouble. You were beautiful, and your demeanor highlighted your strength.
Your face radiated kindness, warmth and most of all, sincerity- a trait that was difficult to come by in a trade such as his.
But then Logan recalled that this wasn't the seventies and you weren't at some bar leading him on the entire night: your hand was in his and, according to everyone else, he was yours.
The idea almost couldn't register in Logan's brain.
"Interesting, isn't it, Logan?" Charles asked, breaking the silence. "Almost identical to where your claws are, hmm?"
Oh the professor thought he was quite funny.
Logan pulled his hand back from your grasp and shook his head.
"Not that easy, Charles." Logan commented before turning to you, a spiteful tone in his voice. "See you around, bub."
Before you had the chance to open your mouth, you watched as Logan stomped down the nearest hallway, his boots squeaking against the floorboards as he did. His fists clenched and released at his sides as he disappeared from view.
His reaction had come so far from left field that if it hadn't given you whiplash, it would have hurt your ego. Instead you turned back to the professor.
"Was it something I said?" You asked.
The professor shook his head, patting your hand gently.
"Logan's quite a complicated man." He assured you. "I'm sure you'll come to know that more than the rest of us. Now, to your classroom..."
Glancing over your shoulder to the void-like hallway that Logan went down, you considered the professor's words.
-
A storm had taken over the mansion by nightfall.
As you padded down the wood panelled hallways, the lightbulbs shook in their glass with each thunder clap- wind swatting at the window panes every few seconds. The pitter patter of the raindrops, although harsh, was comforting. It was almost as if the mansion had been engulfed by the storm, trapping everyone inside, while consequently making the outside world feel a thousand miles away.
When you found Logan's door, tucked in at the end of the hallway, you knocked.
"Yep."
The weight of the door fell against the palm of your hands as you pushed it open.
Logan's room was dark. The only light in the space had been from the embers of the cigar that hung in his mouth, cradled between his thumb and forefinger. Despite the darkness, you could make out his figure sitting at his desk chair by the window, feet kicked up on the sill.
Logan only gave you a quick glance over his shoulder before turning back to the view.
"What d'you want?"
His voice was thick and rough around the edges.
"I came for your textbooks." You replied, tiptoeing against his floorboards. "The professor said you'd have them."
The hand of his that held the cigar waved around. Minuscule ashes fell to the floor as your eyes remained trained on the light and the faint glow of the moon that illuminated the side of his face.
"Be my guest," he said. "Don’t have a clue where they are."
The professor had given you the lowdown when he saw your scars.
Charles told you that despite everything that you had learned- the history that you had known- the Wolverine you'd meet was not the same person. He was a man from a different time with far different, darker memories and enough baggage to weigh down dozens.
Amidst the silence, you cleared your throat.
"Must be hard to wake up in someone else's life."
By now you had reached his desk, your fingertips tracing the lines in the dark, lacquered wood.
You could smell him and the cigar from this distance- aftershave mixed with smoke.
"The professor tell you that?"
"Mhm."
The chair creaked as Logan flicked his hand towards the window, ushering you to come closer.
Watching your step in the dark, you maneuvered around the furniture and sat beside Logan on his desk- pushing loose papers to the side.
"He give you his whole spiel on soulmates too?" He asked, eyes trained on the rain outside.
Soulmates.
Now that was the last thing you expected to come from the Wolverine's mouth.
You'd heard of them more times than you could count. You once wondered whether every repetitive coincidence was a sign that your person was coming. But, when that never happened, you lost hope.
Who got to tell you who you belonged to anyway?
Leaning over, you gingerly took the cigar from his grasp and replaced it with your own fingers. Sitting back into the desk as lightening struck a tree in the distance, you took a puff.
"So that's what the scars on my hands were all about," You thought aloud.
The window fogged as you let the smoke leave from your mouth in a breathy sigh.
Logan tapped his fingers on his thighs, counting the seconds between a lightening strike and its consecutive rumble of thunder.
"Listen, I'm no prince charming if that's what you came here looking for."
Logan's chair creaked again as he leaned back in his seat. His arm draped against the desk as he met your gaze.
You chuckled and held out his cigar, offering it back to him.
"I came here looking for textbooks." You laughed. "You're the one who keeps talking about soulmates. I think you're more of a romantic than you let on.”
His fingers brushed against yours as he took the cigar back into his own hand. Another lightning strike met the ground in the distance, a clap of thunder following moments afterwards.
"You don't buy it?" Logan quirked his eyebrow. It was a teasing question, one he was curious to hear your answer to.
You shrugged.
"I don't think the universe gets to tell me who to love," you said. "If I fall in love with you it's because I love you, Logan. Not because some mark told me to. I just think of it as... a little shove in the right direction.”
The corner of his mouth quirked into a smile for the first time.
"A shove?"
"Like a... blind date." You finished. "Ever been on one of those?"
A congested laugh escaped him.
"Sweetheart, do I look like the type of guy to go on a blind date?"
You bit the inside of your cheek at the name.
Rolling your eyes, you swatted at his arm. You wouldn't admit how much it hurt your knuckles to do so. You'd have to make a mental note to remember his adamantium skeleton.
"Gosh, you're cocky!"
Logan shrugged, "You're the one who likes it apparently."
You felt yourself grow hot at his accusation.
Even though he had a mark signalling his future affection for you, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed by Logan's knowledge of yours. You felt like a child who's crush had just been exposed to the whole class. Was he noting ever glance that you gave him? The way you didn't move when his arm brushed against yours?
A brief pause hung in the air until another thunder clap reverberated against the walls.
"So what's your mark?" You asked.
Logan shoved the cigar into the corner of his mouth. The biting motion forced him to flex his jaw in a way that you would refuse to admit made you start to realize that maybe the universe was right.
And that maybe his cockiness was justified.
He laid out his hands for you. The room was still dark, making the ability to discern the details of his scar impossible. Taking Logan's hands in yours, you summoned your magic into your hands, watching as they glowed gold.
Logan had two large, circular scars imprinted into his palms. It was a clear indicator of your own magical power that surged from your hands.
It left a feeling you couldn't describe in your chest to know that someone else was marked for you. They were destined for you. To be with you. You had a future written together before the two of you had met. Even if he rejected you, there was a sign etched into his skin that bound the two of you together in some fateful way.
Gently, you traced your fingertips against the mark, feeling the warmth that radiated from his palms.
When your eyes flicked upwards, you noticed how close the two of you were now sitting. You could feel his warm breath against your lips as the lingering smell of the cigar drifted up your nose.
Although he wouldn’t admit it, Logan was enchanted by the energy radiating from you. Whether people hated or loved him, his ability got a lot of talk. In his mind though, he would never be a hero. He was just some guy who got lucky.
You, though? He didn’t need you to tell him that you were an Omega level mutant. Logan had heard about you from the professor: you could cast spells, read minds, reconfigure reality- to name a few. You didn't need a reason to fight for what's right, you just did. Again, and again, and again. Even here, now, you were picking up Logan's history class when he knew very well you could be on the other side of the world sipping pina coladas if you wanted.
What the hell was the universe thinking putting you with him?
Logan admired the reflection of the magic on your cheeks and the way your eyes stayed trained on his palms. Your touch was so gentle he could have sworn he was in a distant dream until your eyes met his.
The two of you stared at each other for a moment, gaze locked.
Then another clap of thunder shook the mansion.
You quickly leaned back, pulling your hands from Logan's touch.
"I should... I should go." You said, pushing yourself off of Logan's desk. "It's getting late and I have my first class in the morning."
Logan leaned back in his seat. He said nothing but eyes remained fixed on your form as you made your way towards the door.
Looking back at him with your hand on the knob you made a mental note to remember the image of him with his feet kicked back on the window as he smoked his cigar.
A soft smile remained.
"Good night, Logan."
When you didn't leave immediately, he nodded.
"Night, sweetheart."
Mustering up the courage to shoot him one last smile, you pulled open the door and stepped outside.
Now, Logan didn't know how much he believed in soulmates, but he could be inclined to consider that it was one good wingman.
Leaning back in his seat, Logan sighed and closed his eyes, letting himself drown out his worries with the sound of the rain.
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