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I’m not kidding when I say that morph and wolverine better get together next season or at least express their feelings to each other or my heart is going to heat up, blow up and Disintegrate into ash. I can’t take another romantic duo that’s secretly one sided or where nothing actually happens to make it happen. I’ve already been there. It already hurts so bad seeing this scene.
I need them to happen. Please marvel, my heart can’t take it.🥲They deserve their happy ending.
#x men 97#xmen97 finale#morpherine#Xmen 97 finale#morph x wolverine#Xmen 97 season 1#marvel animation
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Nightcrawler has always been one of my favorite X-men. I love Kurt so much!
#xmen#xmen97#nightcrawler#kurt wagner#artists on tumblr#my art#marvel#I’ve had this idea for at least 10 years and I finally drew it
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It's the final countdown! The LAST WEEK for leftover sales! The webstore will CLOSE on SEPTEMBER 8th! We have single digit stock left on remaining merch, so don't wait. When it's gone, it's gone.
Also please note our shipping team is currently on vacation for Labor Day weekend, so any orders from August 30th - September 2nd will be shipping out September 3rd.
Thanks again to everyone for all your support! Once sales have wrapped up we can finally announce our donation total for The Hero Initiative! ❤
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My son has always been a huge Avengers/Spider-man fan (and sadly not an X-Men fan)…where I went wrong in raising him I will never know 😂 Anyways…he actually asked me to let him watch my “boycott over binge fest” of X-Men 97 with me last Friday night (he knows how I like no interruptions with my shows and he talks too much so I never let him watch anything with me 😂) I was shocked…he actually loved it and was silently watching the entire time (even though the show is CRAZY DISAPPOINTING AND I GET SO ANGRY WATCHING IT, IS IT IS STILL THE X MEN) especially when he saw all the various cameos by the Avengers. He loved how our angry girl Rogue messed with Cap and threw his shield 😂 I was never soooo proud 🥲
#x men#xmen#x men97#xmen97#where are you Deathbit?#lets end Magneto 97 already#please let us have a great season finale#I want to see the x men kick the avengers asses#x men are better than avengers#I still love the avengers though
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FAMILY (old man logan x psychic reader)
this is based on that xmen97' in which jean goes to the hospital and they don't want to attend her labor. this can be extremely triggering to some of you since it includes miscarriages so be careful 🫶🏻 but i couldn't give it a sad ending so i kept writing 😭
this is sooo long and i could've kept going talking about old man logan being a dad so i might do a part two. english isn't my first language !!
—logan —. you called him. you used one of your hands to shook his body while your other one rested on your belly.
logan was sleeping peacefully by your side. he rubbed his eyes and frowned when, thanks to the light coming in from the street, he saw your cheeks wet from your tears.
—i can't hear her. i can't- i can't hear her, lo —. you repeated in a rush.
it took him a few seconds to understand what you were talking about but when he finally did, he was quick to get out of bed and turn on the light on his bedside table. he was immortal but his heart stopped beating for a moment when he saw the blood between your legs.
he found it hard to breathe as you both looked into each other's eyes.
he had never seen an expression of terror like the one you had on your face that night. he had a hard time reacting, his body did not respond, he wanted to think that he was inside one of his horrible nightmares. but the sound of your sobs at the sight of the blood, how you squeezed your legs together and your eyes closed shut from the pain of the cramps brought him back to reality.
logan ran to your side of the bed and took you in his arms. —it's okay, baby, it's okay. we're going to the hospital now, it's okay —. you heard him murmur as he kissed your forehead.
when you two left the room, laura was waiting at the door. she had her claws out, after hearing the cries she was already assuming the worst. her facial expression changed from anger to concern when she saw you in his arms, holding onto his neck and crying. she noticed your blood-stained pajama pants. laura hid her claws and followed logan out of the house and to the limousine.
he carefully placed you in the back seats and stopped the girl when she tried to get in the car with you. laura gave him an angry look.
—no, i need you here with charles.
laura grunted and tried to get in the car again. logan stopped her one more time.
—laura, please.
logan was practically begging. his eyes were glossy with tears, he tried to hide it but his hands were shaking. laura gave up after hearing the tone of desperation in which he asked her to stay. she stepped back so logan could get into the car, still frowning that he wouldn't let her go with you.
—wake up charles, tell him what happened and bring him home with you.
laura nodded. logan started the car and stepped on the gas and once you arrived at the hospital, he took you in his arms again. he carefully laid you down on the stretcher brought by the nurses, his grip lingering on your hand as long as possible. when he tried to go with you, they wouldn’t let him.
logan’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides, but he didn’t argue. he didn’t want to make a scene. despite the urge to fight his way through, to stay by your side, he held back. and he waited, his legs bouncing restlessly, eyes fixed on the doors, hoping someone would come out to give him news. but no one said anything. he waited for what felt like an eternity until, unable to bear it any longer, he stormed up to the front desk.
—where is she? —he growled, eyes dark with rage. the nurse glanced up, confused, looking at papers before finally letting out the truth: they had forgotten to tell him.
forgotten. you had been alone for hours and no one had bothered to let him know. his fists slammed down on the desk, the sound echoing through the quiet waiting room as his voice rose. —you forgot? she’s been in there alone, and you forgot?
they called for a doctor, fearing the situation was escalating. the doctor was cold, didn’t even bother to make eye contact, his gaze focused on the clipboard in his hands. —she had a miscarriage, we are sorry, sir —. the doctor said and continued talking but logan couldn't hear anything past those eight words. he closed his eyes, focusing on his own breathing, shallow as it was. one of his hands moved to his chest, his heart was racing.
all the anger turned into pain and he hated it. —but why? what happened? —. he didn't even know where he got the strength to ask.
—we are not sure, maybe it have been due to her mutation.
logan closed his eyes again and shook his head. sadness quickly turned into a stronger feeling, one that made his face burn and his fists clench tightly. —she's a psychic, what the fuck would that have to do with her pregnancy?
—sir.
—no one in this fucking hospital has ever cared about us.
—sir, i'm going to have to ask you to calm down. we treat all of our-
—always blaming our mutations instead of doing your fucking jobs.
and when he finally saw you, lying on the hospital bed, he ran and wrapped his arms around you. when he entered the room he noticed that you had been crying before, your eyes were red and your face was wet. —i'm so sorry, —he whispered, his voice breaking slightly as he held you. —i should have been here. god, i'm so sorry.
—i'm sorry, logan, i'm so sorry —you sobbed against his chest. his hands held your head closer to him, his fingers caressed your hair. you began to sob as soon as your head rested on his chest
—it's not your fault, baby. you did nothing —he mumbled. he planted a kiss on the top of your head as he struggled to not let the tears in his eyes slide down his cheeks. —it's not your fault, you hear me? i'm sorry this happened to you.
laura didn't quite know how to approach you.
she was not good with words and physical contact had never been her greatest strength either. she definitely took it after her father. she would stand in the doorway of your room watching you curled up on the bed. it seemed wrong to go in, you had a hard time sleeping and when you finally did, logan made sure that no one bothered you. but it felt even more wrong to just stand there once again without doing anything.
she walked carefully into the room and sat down on the bed. with even more care, she placed your head on her legs and played with your hair the same way logan did until you finally fell asleep. he peeked into the room when he saw the door open, she thought he would get angry but he simply closed the door and left you.
charles spent more time at home than in his hideout.
the morning after you came home from the hospital he moved with his wheelchair to your room. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, with your head down and a hand on your belly. it had not had time to grow much, you were still in the first trimester of pregnancy but you could already notice how it was beginning to swell and become hard.
charles placed a hand on your head and closed his eyes. he could feel the sorrow and guilt, the overwhelming sense of loss. the thoughts echoed in your mind and now also in his. was it something you did? something you didn’t do? there was shame, a feeling of failure that made it hard to look others in the eye, in logan's eyes, afraid he might see the same blame you saw in yourself. beneath it all was the quiet pain of loneliness, even if you weren’t truly alone, and the sense of helplessness that made everything feel out of control.
charles blanked your mind for a few seconds and you sighed in relief.
logan didn’t know how to talk about the loss.
his silence wasn't indifference, he had just never been one to talk about his feelings but it never crossed his mind to leave you alone for a second. only when he had to go to work and he spent the whole night driving and thinking about you. when he came home, he'd crawl into bed with you and hug you from behind. sometimes, when he was gone, laura would take his place and fall asleep next to you. you would end up squeezed between the two of them and in those moments, everything hurt a little less.
every now and then, you’d catch him staring at you, his eyes heavy with a mixture of pain and love, like he wished he could take it all away for you but knew he couldn’t.
you know he was grieving too, even if he never said it aloud, you could hear it in his thoughts. his grief wasn’t the kind that spilled out in tears or words, it stayed locked inside him. he’d work late into the night on something, fixing things that didn’t need fixing, pouring all his energy into tasks that kept his hands busy and his mind focused. and when he finally lay in bed next to you, his breath would hitch, just for a moment, when he thought you had fallen asleep.
you barely had the strength to use your powers, but you needed to know what was going through his mind. you knew that sometimes just being near him was enough. you’d rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his body slowly ease. his mind became quieter, more peaceful, when you were with him, as if your connection was the only thing that soothed him.
some weeks later, there was a knock on your door. you exchanged quick glances with logan and charles because visitors were rare since you lived in the middle of nowhere so whoever was on the other side couldn’t have come by accident. logan, with a defensive attitude, went to see who was at the door while you waited with charles. laura followed logan, her small figure staying close behind, and her hand gripping the fabric of his jeans.
—the wolverine —. the young woman at your door said in a sigh, surprised.
logan rolled his eyes and tried to shut the door after hearing that name. the girl pushed it with extreme force, making the wood creak and logan and laura had to take a step backwards. laura pulled out her claws while logan was shocked.
she was a mutant.
—oh, sorry. i didn't mean to, i still don't know how to control it.
—yeah? why don't you figure it out away from my fucking property? —he said through gritted teeth and tried to close the door again.
—wait! my mom is a doctor! she works with mutants!
logan was only getting angrier, how did she find where you lived? and what was she suggesting? because it sounded like you were all going to be locked up in a laboratory. he finally managed to shut the door.
—i'm not here to cause any trouble! she knew charles, she studied at oxford as well! i was at the hospital the night you lost the baby! —the girl said from outside the house as silence fell inside of it.
logan opened the door again, angrily, but before he could do or say anything, charles called his name and rolled the wheelchair to the door, his calm presence cutting through the intensity of the moment. the girl's surprise at seeing charles xavier himself alive was even stronger than when she was greeted by the wolverine. —professor xavier... you're alive.
charles smiled faintly and nodded. —now, why don’t you come inside and explain yourself? It seems you’ve come quite a long way.
logan’s shoulders tensed, but he didn’t stop charles. he still didn’t trust the girl, not for a second, but he trusted charles. his eyes flicked to you, not really sure what was going on. laura sat next to you when the young woman entered your house, her eyes never leaving the stranger as she approached to say hello. her small body shifted subtly, leaning forward just enough to shield you.
—start talking, —logan growled —how did you find us, and what the hell do you want?
—i didn't come to harm you or your family —. she said quickly. —my name is amy. i'm named after my mom, dr. amy, she's been working with mutants for years, helping them. she met charles at oxford.
charles slowly nodded. —i remember amy. she was brilliant. she was studying medicine by the time i was finishing my phd in genetics. she had this mutation in her eyes...
amy nodded. —heterochromia, yes, that’s her —. her gaze shifted to you. —i was at the hospital that night, i'm doing my residency there, i'm sorry for the way you were both treated. —she continued, her voice softening with sympathy. —i didn’t mean to intrude, but i’ve been following your situation closely ever since. i… i’m sorry for your loss.
you slowly nodded. you sensed that she had no bad intentions, you had seen it inside her head.
—i looked at your papers and no one in that hospital was following your pregnancy. there were no record of your ultrasound scans, no scheduled checkups. they haven’t even called you for the routine appointments.
the room fell silent, her words hanging in the air like a heavy weight. logan’s reaction was instant. his fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening with anger. the realization hit you hard—they had practically left your baby to die, neglecting something so vital, so basic. you wanted to cry. your hand instinctively moved to your belly. the tears threatened to spill, but you held them back.
—what does your mother have to do with us? —logan asked.
—my mom can help you, in case you want to try for a baby again.
you had never really thought about it, the pain of losing the first was still too fresh. logan had never pushed the idea, either. but with this stranger standing in your home, offering hope, you felt something stir inside you. it wasn’t exactly the desire to try again, but more like a door had been cracked open, just enough for the possibility to slip through.
—she has a clinic in the city, —the girl continued, sensing the tension in Logan but not backing down. —she’s helped many mutants who’ve been denied care in hospitals. she has dedicated her life to helping us, not just our symptoms but understanding our struggles. she truly cares.
—why would we trust her? how can we know that she’s any different from the rest? —you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
—because i’m here, —the girl insisted, her voice steady. —i wouldn’t put myself in danger if i didn’t believe in what she does. i’ve seen her work with people who’ve been told they’re not worth the effort. she doesn’t treat us like lab rats; she treats us like people.
after countless conversations with logan and making sure that he was truly ready too, you both finally decided to go to see dr. amy.
the doctor who greeted you was a kind-looking elderly woman with a gentle smile that immediately put you at ease. her eyes, one blue and one green, radiated understanding. you didn’t need to tell her your story—her daughter had already filled her in so you wouldn’t have to relive the pain.
you went to see her several times, although most of them it was you who did the talking as Logan sat beside you, listening intently. he was always there, his presence solid, even if his words were few. after several visits and tests, after long talks and careful consideration, you both finally decided that you were ready to try again.
you stepped out of the bathroom, the pregnancy test gripped tightly in your hand, your heart racing as if it might burst from your chest. he'd been pacing, hands running over his face. the second he heard the door open, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face you. his eyes immediately locked onto yours, desperate for any sign the test result.
—it's positive —. you spoke in a soft, quiet voice.
logan froze, his eyes widened slightly at your words. he stared at you, then at the test, and back to your face again. —you’re… you’re pregnant?
you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. —yeah, it’s positive.
as soon as he hugged you, the tears started to fall. you couldn’t hold them back any longer—fear, relief, and everything in between overwhelmed you. you buried your face in his chest, your body shaking with quiet sobs. —i’m so scared —. you whispered against him, your voice trembling.
—i know, baby, i'm scared too. but it'll work —. logan held you tighter and kissed the top of your head. you felt how as his hands shook as he gently stroke your back.
logan made it a priority to talk with the doctor at every appointment, asking questions, wanting to know exactly what you needed and how he could help. and he made the pregnancy feel easier in ways you hadn’t expected, he remembered every mental notes he had taken from the doctor.
he’d help you with things like showering when it became difficult to balance or reach certain places. his touch was always gentle, his movements careful, making sure you felt safe and supported. and every night he'd gently rub lotion on your growing belly and give you foot massages, his strong calloused hands rubbing away the soreness from carrying extra weight. you’d close your eyes, sighing in relief, and he’d smile quietly. and when your clothes stopped fitting, it was him who offered up his own. he’d hand over his t-shirts and flannels, which hung loose on you and smelled like him.
laura was too scared to get close to you, her eyes wide with worry every time she saw your growing belly, as if you were too fragile to touch. but as the weeks passed, laura’s curiosity got the better of her, she hesitated before slowly approaching. she looked at your belly, then up to you for permission. when you gave her a soft smile and nodded, she knelt beside you.
she only placed her hand gently on your belly, her touch feather-light, almost afraid to make any real contact. then, she rested her head softly against your bump, her ear pressed close, hoping to hear her future sister. you watched as her face softened. she kept her hand on your belly, waiting, and after a few minutes, the baby gave a small kick. laura’s eyes lit up, her lips curving into a rare, genuine smile.
—she kicked —. she whispered, glancing up at you, as if asking if she was allowed to be excited.
the labor was easier than you had feared, but the pain still came in waves, intense and overwhelming. logan never left your side. he held your hand tightly through every contraction and encouraged you to push. and once your newborn daughter was placed on your chest, logan leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead as he told you how well you did.
not long after, the door to the room opened and there was laura. she gently approached, her gaze fixed on her new sister. logan stepped aside slightly, letting laura get closer. she stood next to the bed, staring in wonder, and then carefully, she reached out to touch the baby’s tiny hand.
logan was meant to be girl's dad.
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Xmen97
I have been looking forward to Xmen97 but at the moment I’m on the fence. Cause I’m afraid that the rug is going to be pulled out from under me. I know that it’s going well but I just don’t trust Disney right now not to ruin my childhood. So I’m gonna wait and see.
The thing is… recently there’s been a lot of talk about Magneto & Rogue being a thing because of Rogue’s need to touch (Which is down right creepy to me and always will be). The whole thing I find odd though …
Okay I’m gonna put some context here, with the whole Gambit and Rogue situation. As well as the biggest problem with Comics. I feel like when drama and romance are involved. Comic characters seemed to do a lot of stupid things. In this case Rogue’s inability to touch others. Which was used a lot though out the story. Especially when it came to her relationship with Gambit. The problem is that the Collars existed but the writers seemed to ignore it. Unless they needed it for something. Eventually they added it but from my understanding it took a while.
This is where the I believe Xmen 97 made its first mistake lore wise because I could have sworn that unlike the comics. The tv show actually had that fixed. I think I remember that Rogue gave a collar to Beast to fix up. So that she might use it to be with Gambit, but in Xmen 97 apparently Rogue is with Magneto because she can touch him. Which is weird cause… shouldn’t Beast have fixed the collar by now?
Let me point this out just to be clear (I don’t mind a little bit of spoiler because this Rogue/Magneto situation is a turn off for me 😅). I haven’t watched the series yet. I’m waiting for a little bit after the finale to sit and watch it. I just want to know if Xmen 97 actually fits Xmen tas lore? Or if it’s so focused on the comics that it’s going to be even more disturbing. Comics are great but comics are… well inconsistent and wouldn’t know how to do a proper relationship if it bit them in the 🤬.
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haha remember waaaay back when i made clay noah well now ive made clay rogue bc i FINALLY finished s3 of the 90s series and im too lazy to watch s4-5 so im skipping right to xmen97 anywayss
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The finale episode of #XMen97, TOLERANCE IS EXTINCTION PT. 3 is now airing on #DisneyPlus
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Review | X-Men '97: Tolerância é Extinção
X-Men ' 97 chegou ao fim hoje, com um episódio eletrizante e um final espetacular para o retorno dessa série incrível. #XMen97 #Disneyplus #Marvel
Hoje chegou ao fim a maravilhosa série animada X-Men ’97, que chegou prometendo o retorno de um clássico, porém se tornou algo maior quanto à série de 92. Com um total de 10 episódios, X-Men ’97 entregou tudo aquilo que prometeu e muito mais. Confira a nossa análise e o que achamos da série. O revival da série vinha sendo discutido desde 2019, porém apenas em novembro de 2021 que foi…
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#A Atração Fatal de diversas referências#A mim#Dublagem brasileira#Luiz Feier Motta#Magneto estava certo#Mancha Solar#MCU#Noturno#Review#Sérgio Cantú#Tolerância é Extinção#wolverine#X-men &039;97
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X-Men '97 Cast: Who's Who In Season 1, Episode 8, From Doctor Doom to Baron Zemo?
The latest episode of #XMen97 brought on some big voice cameos.
The three-part finale of X-Men ’97 begins with “Tolerance Is Extinction, Part 1,” and the world of Marvel animation will never be the same. Specifically because — spoilers beyond this point — it’s all connected, thanks to cameos in the X-Men ’97 Episode 8 voice cast from characters like Doctor Doom, Baron Zemo, and many more. In the episode, Bastion (Theo James) enacts his plan to activate…
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New YouTube video out now! Click link in bio to watch With the recent release of the Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse trailer, we were teased with so many Easter eggs and cameos of different Spider-Man characters throughout the multiverse, but two characters that showed up finally connected the Spiderverse universe to the Marvel Cinematic Universe for us and in this video I'll discuss which two variants those were. #marvel #mcu #venom #spiderman #spider #spidey #nowayhome #doctorstrange #intothespiderverse #acrossthespiderverse #beyondthespiderverse #spiderverse #madameweb #spiderwoman #spidermanunlimited #xmen97 #xmentheanimatedseries #multiverse #easteregg #dcu #comics #movies #spider-man #spiderman3 #tobeymaguire #andrewgarfield #tomholland #jamesgunn #hypnohustler (at Brooklyn, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmZh5c4uZC0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Ok so guys…idk how you’re gonna feel when I say this..but when morph changed into Jean and told logan they loved him, I got it mixed up when I first watched it and I thought they said “I can’t say it, but she can. I love you, logan.” Idk if you’re getting at how much more that hurts but I’m going to leave this here because my heart had shattered
#morpherine#morph x wolverine#xmen97 finale#this hurts so bad#I’m sobbing#this is so painful#xmen 97 morpherine
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Embracing Our Inner Demons
I loved #XMen97 for the story and the animation style but the quotes were excellent, and I love this memorable one from Storm. #QuoteofTheday #SelfReflection #InnerGrowth #Healing
“What are demons, but reflections of our fears and shame? Things we bury within us, hide from loved ones, even as they poison our hearts…until we finally heal our adversary by embracing it.” – X-Men ’97
#Best Quotes#Chats & Quotes#Funny quotes#Garcwrites#Inspirational Quotes#Inspiring Quotes#Life Quotes#Memorable Quotes#Quote#Quote of the day#Quote of the week#Quotes#quotes and sayings#quotes to live by#quotestagram#Tuesday’s Quote#TV Quotes#X-Men &039;97
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X-Men '97 Finale: Magneto and Xavier's Meet Cute in the Mind Palace
X-Men '97 Finale: Magneto and Xavier's Meet Cute in the Mind Palace #xmen97
“Mr. Sinister is obsessed with genetic purity and then this disaster bi bowling league shows up and stomps his ass,” – Artist and Art Director Ethan Gould joins us to talk about the finale arc of Disney‘s X-Men ’97 animated series. Episodes: Bright Eyes – Tolerance Is Extinction. We go deep on Bastian and Operation Zero Tolerance in the animated series and comics. The original 1992 animated…
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live reaction of me after xmen97 finale
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