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Relatable
When I say "I feel like Wolverine", I mean this Wolverine:
He looks so done with life, I can't 🤣
(I look like that every day after dealing with my annoying classmates lol)
Wolverine wearing high heels, nuff said.
I am convinced that logan is the master at the puppy dog eyes thing. Wade doesn't stand a chance against it.
So I was thinking about how the x-men would react to the new logan and it went like this in my brain:
Wade walks out of the bathroom and hears a continuous knocking at the door, he looks to logan who's siting on the couch not really paying attention to what was on the tv and then back at the door "so, uh peanut how long has the knocking been going on" "bout 10 minutes" logan didn't really look to interested in the conversation so Wade walked to the door and opens it and come face to face with scott, jean, and storm and before Wade can speak scott butts in "we're here cause we heard logan was here and we got curious" fast forward a bit and now they're saying how they know thats their logan and their bringing him back with them, something Wade just laughs at confusing them, "that can't possibly be true" to which scott replys in a really condescending tone "really how so?" "How tall was your logan?" "Six two why?" Wade turn slightly into the room "Lolo!" A beat and then a gruff "WHAT" sounded through the house "commere" another beat and then they here a very annoyed "I'M BUSY." Wade responds with a very sassy "do-ing WHAT?" "LOUNGING" "B-S! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" there's a moment of this uneasy silence and then a "Ugh. FfffInnne." Wade makes a delighted squealing sound and the after a bit of shuffling there's logan but not quite. "you see my logan is a hefty five foot three." They could practically here the smile Wade then bends down ruffling logans hair and saying in a baby voice "isn't that right. Who's my favorite vertically challenged wolvie" logan some how frowning harder growls out a "keep doing that and I throw yer ass out the window" Wade turn to the three x-men who just look bewildered and shocked jaw droped shocked.
Anyway that's the gist of it sorry bout the grammar not really good at that but feel free to use my idea fer somethin. I like the though of short logan and tall Wade think it fun and great for cuddling.
Bubble guppies
A massive grouper (toilet on the left for scale)
(via)
Logan looks like he's posing for a royal portrait.
Logan "paint me like one of your French girls" Howlett
I drew this today. I'm really impressed with how well logan turned out. im unsure about Wade. I don't know if i drew him right. Read somewhere that a wolverines back legs are bulkier, so yeah.
Preach
What if worst Logan didn't mention Rogue because her death specifically affected him so badly and hurt him the most ?
Unlike the other xmen he promised to take care of Rogue, He's the one who convinced her to stay in the mansion which caused her death
Imagine he saw her in Laura ? Imagine how he felt when he learned that there is another Logan who died protecting his daughter while he failed his daughter figure and his entire family
And now every time he'll look at Laura he'll remember the daughter he couldn't protect and wonder if he'll be able to protect this one or will he fail her too
Reblog to let your followers know that despite your current obsession your previous obsessions still exist and are simply lying dormant until they awaken and strike again
I feel like Logan responds well to rewards, like imagine logan showing up to a party the x-men invited him and Wade to and they are really surprised about it and after awhile of asking logan only to get a grunt as response they turn to Wade and he pulls out this little bag with these treats in it and Wade hands one to them to try and they are surprised cause it tastes really good but then they are confused cause this didn't answer their question and Wade noticing goes "oh these are logans favorite snack I give him some when he does something with me as a way to tell him that I appreciate it and he's doing a good job" and then logan appears and Wade goes "peanut! There you are I've been looking for you" and then just hands him one of the treats to which logan visibly brightens up and eats it happily with a pleased rumble and the x-men are just left with more questions.
Did you guys know logan had a dog, and he named him Blue. I mean, that's gotta be the cutest name I've heard.
Like a prayer
Based on this post
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The late-night fast food joint was nearly empty, fluorescent lights flickering above while Logan leaned back in his seat, shooting Wade a half-smirk over the rim of his drink. They’d barely made it to the end of their meal without bickering over something trivial, but Wade loved that—the arguments, the banter, the push-and-pull that made things feel like they were truly alive. Here, with greasy fries, cheap beer, and the warmth of Logan’s rare but genuine laugh, Wade felt a sense of peace.
When Logan stood to head to the bathroom, Wade barely registered the way Logan muttered something about Wade stealing his fries, watching him disappear down the hall with a grin.
Minutes passed. Too many.
The smile faded, Wade’s senses pricking with unease. He glanced around, half-expecting Logan’s gruff figure to stride back, maybe cracking a joke about Wade being paranoid. But the uneasy silence grew, stretching thin, and Wade’s heart began to pound. Something wasn’t right. He rose, pushing his tray aside and hurrying toward the bathroom.
As he entered, a metallic scent hit him—blood.
His gaze dropped, horror creeping up his spine as he followed the dark smears of blood staining the floor, leading to the open window. Logan had been kidnapped. The realization hit Wade like a fist to the gut. The panic sharpened into something harder, something cold and deadly.
The manager nearly choked as Wade pressed him against the wall, a gun held to his temple. Wade could only imagine what an image he gave off —a bald man with a face full of burn scars and blisters, eyes black as the night, aiming a gun.
“Security footage,” Wade hissed, his voice like a razor. “Now.”
Terrified, the manager stammered and scrambled to comply, showing him the footage. Wade’s stomach twisted as he watched the screen, where Logan had been ambushed—no, hunted. The men had moved quickly, mercilessly. They’d struck him with knockout gas, beaten him with lead pipes until he crumpled, helpless, his skull crushed, bones breaking with each brutal swing.
They dragged him, his body limp, leaving a trail of blood as they shoved him into a van. Wade could feel his hands shaking as he took down the license plate number. Rage surged through him, cold and fierce, as he turned and left without another word, the screams of the manager fading in the background.
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Wade’s contacts came through quickly, as he knew they would. They owed him, and he would’ve torn down their doors himself if they hadn’t. He found the address, a decrepit warehouse on the outskirts of town, the kind of place where shadows stretched long and secrets lay buried under layers of dust and neglect.
He’d expected to face this alone, but as he approached, he saw familiar figures—the X-Men—already there. Of course they had caught wind of what happened. They nodded grimly as he joined them, each one looking as angry, as frightened as he felt.
Jean’s soft voice cut through the tension, filled with sympathy. “Wade…I have to warn you, they’ve done something to him. They’ve tried to…erase him, turn him into a weapon again.”
Wade clenched his jaw, a chill creeping up his spine. The very thing Logan feared most—being stripped of his humanity, reduced to a monster at the whims of men who saw him as nothing but a weapon.
“I don’t care what they’ve done,” Wade muttered, his voice thick with pain. “We’re getting him back.”
A crash interrupted them, and they turned to see Logan at the end of the hallway. His eyes were wild, a twisted feral glint in them that sent a pang through Wade’s heart. This was not the Logan he knew, not the man he loved. His gaze was empty, filled with only rage and instinct.
“Logan…” Wade breathed, his voice a mix of shock and sorrow.
But Logan didn’t seem to hear him. He lunged forward, claws bared, each movement a brutal, calculated attack. The X-Men tried to hold him back, but he cut through them with vicious efficiency. Every strike, every slash—there was nothing held back, nothing restrained. His healing factor, paired with his berserker fury, made him unstoppable. Jean fell back, a wound across her arm; Hank was thrown against the wall, groaning as he tried to rise. The other X-Men didn't fare any better and they quickly retreated.
Wade’s chest tightened as he watched, desperation clawing at him. He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t let them lose Logan again, not like this.
An idea formed, a wild, reckless hope.
“Wolverine!” Wade’s voice rang out, the sound echoing as he stepped forward, blocking Logan’s path to the others. “Come and get me, honeybadger!”
Logan turned, the wildness in his eyes flickering as he sized Wade up, a snarl pulling at his lips. Wade took a deep breath, leading him into a small, empty room at the end of the hall. He could hear Jean’s worried voice behind him, begging him not to do it, to let them help.
But Wade shut the door, closing himself in with the man he loved, the man who now saw him as prey.
Logan’s posture was predatory, his muscles coiled and ready to strike. Wade felt a flicker of fear but pushed it down. Instead, he looked Logan in the eyes, willing him to see, to remember.
And then, he did the only thing he could think of. He began to sing.
Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home
The words spilled from him, shaky, his voice cracking with emotion. Logan stopped, his head tilting, a faint glimmer of recognition in his gaze. Wade’s voice grew stronger, louder, each word a lifeline.
When you call my name, it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour, I can feel your power
Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there
He was crying now, unable to stop the tears streaming down his face. This was the song they'd saved the world to, holding onto the raw strings of matter and anti-matter, holding each other's hands. It was theirs, a memory of a connection that could never be severed again.
Logan’s breathing slowed, his eyes softening, the rage melting away as he stared at Wade, the familiar lines of his face, the sound of his voice. Slowly, the haze lifted, memories returning as he saw Wade—his Wade.
“Wade…” Logan’s voice was rough, barely more than a whisper, but Wade heard it, heard the pain, the sorrow.
Wade stepped forward, his hands shaking as he took Logan’s face between his palms. Logan’s eyes were wet, shimmering with regret and grief as he collapsed into Wade’s arms, his entire body trembling.
“I’m…I’m so sorry,” Logan choked, clutching Wade as though afraid he’d vanish. “I couldn’t…they…I wasn't strong enough.”
Wade held him close, his own tears falling freely. He stroked Logan’s hair, his voice soft, soothing. “Hey, hey…you’re back. You’re with me. I’ve got you.”
They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the darkness around them seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of their embrace. Logan’s sobs quieted, and Wade gently wiped the tears from his cheeks, pressing his lips to Logan’s forehead.
Outside, the X-Men waited, the tension easing as they heard the muffled sound of Wade’s song, the quiet murmurs of reassurance. Jean and Hank exchanged a glance, relief softening their expressions.
In that moment, with Wade’s arms around him and his familiar scent grounding him, Logan felt safe. The shame, the rage—they faded, replaced by something fragile, something hopeful.
“I’m here, Wade,” Logan whispered, his voice rough but steady. “I’m…I’m here.”
Wade’s voice was a soft promise, his words barely a whisper as he held Logan tighter. “And I’m never letting you go.”
It wasn’t an ending, nor a beginning. It was a moment suspended in time, where two souls found each other again, bound by something deeper than memory, stronger than fear. And as Wade held him, Logan knew, for the first time, that he was home. Because home wasn't a place, it was a person. And that person was Wade.
I was gonna post this on Halloween, but I didn't have the time to finish, so I finished it today. Logan is a werewolf, and Wade is a DNR agent. logan is also wearing a harness cause I found out that the animal wolverine likes to wear harnesses after being tamed.
Okay so logan is 200 years old and I bet he's spent a lot of that time in the wilderness so I bet he knows everything there is to know about plants; weather it's poisonous or not if it's edible and how to cook it, the medicinal property of the plant he's probably documented each one by hand cause God knows he has the time and why not, he probably knows about a lot of extinct plants and has a few of them he's trying to bring back. He also probably know every animal on the planet and everything there is to know about them. I like to think that logan considers himself a kind of keeper of the wild, or at least I do. I also think that if he has a strong enough bond with a human, mutant, or animal he forms a telepathic link with them (it's already happened with psylocke) and they can get some kind of healing thing from this as well.
That's all I have for now
What if Logan makes his own cigars and it's just straight up catnip.
Wolverine/punisher #4
I found out that logan when healing a part of his brain can have a siezure.
THE CREATORS: Peter Milligan(writer), Lee Weeks(penciler), Tom Palmer(inker), Dean White(colors), Randy Gentile(letters), Joen Miesegaes(assistant editor), Αxel Αiono(editor), Joe Quesada(editor in chief), Dan Buckley(publisher)
I got called out for forgetting to find the authors to here all of them for these ones.
What do you mean caution tomatoes? What's that even supposed to mean?
I'm just reposting this so I can revisit it.
Nocturnal
Wade burst through the door of their shared apartment, his usual swagger in full swing as he tossed his gear onto the floor. It had been a long day—bullets, blood, and chimichangas—but now, all he wanted was to kick back, harass Logan a bit, and maybe catch some terrible late-night TV with Blind Al. He flicked on the lights, ready to call out, but the words died in his throat the moment his gaze landed on Logan.
Logan was sitting on the couch, completely still, and for a brief second, Wade saw it—Logan's eyes flashed bright yellow, like the eyes of a predator caught in the light. Wade stumbled back, genuinely startled for once, heart pounding against his ribs.
"Holy chimichangas! What the fuck was that?!" Wade blurted out, one had instinctively reach for the katanas on his back.
Logan growled low in his throat, the sound almost vibrating in the dim room, and rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand. “My eyes.”
Wade blinked, taking in the sight of Logan sprawled out on the couch, looking more annoyed than usual. “Have you been sitting here in the dark the whole time? How do you see anything? That’s like, serial killer behavior, dude.”
Logan leaned back against the cushions, unbothered by Wade’s theatrics. “I see just fine. Don’t know why you felt the need to brighten the whole goddamn room.”
Wade paused, narrowing his eyes, studying Logan in the harsh light. “Wait… You’ve got, like, the whole tapetum lucidum thing going on, don’t you?”
Logan’s brow furrowed, the irritation clear in his voice. “The hell are you talking about now?”
Wade waved his hands excitedly, pacing back and forth, the pieces falling into place with every step. “You know, the tapetum lucidum! It’s that reflective layer in the eyes that gives animals night vision! Like cats and wolves and shit. It makes their eyes glow when light hits them. That’s why yours lit up just now. That’s why you’re always lurking around in the dark like Batman on a bad day!”
Logan sighed, rubbing his temples as if Wade’s voice physically pained him. “Yeah, well. Maybe I see better at night. What’s it to you?”
Wade’s face lit up, his excitement bubbling over as he dropped down onto the couch beside Logan, way too close, practically vibrating with energy. “Dude, this is amazing! You’re like… an actual nocturnal predator! That explains so much. No wonder you’re always pacing around at night, growling and glaring at the moon or whatever it is you do when I’m not around. You’re a damn apex predator who can’t sit still when it’s dark out!”
Logan rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smirk tugging at his lips. “You just figuring this out now?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Wade demanded, leaning in closer, eyes wide with fascination. “I mean, this is important roommate information! Like, what if you decided to go full feral one night and chew on my leg or something? Shouldn’t I be warned about these things?”
Logan’s smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. “Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve had someone chewing on you.”
Wade blinked, and then burst into laughter, loud and unrestrained. “You know what? Fair point, fair point. But seriously, does this mean you, like, prefer to hunt in the moonlight? Are you secretly prowling around rooftops while I’m snoring my ass off?”
Shaking his head, Logan settled back into the couch with a sigh. “I don’t hunt. Not anymore. But yeah, I can see just fine in the dark. And if I’m up late, it’s ’cause my body doesn’t care much for sleep. Comes with the territory.”
Wade’s usual banter fell silent for a moment, his expression softening as he watched Logan. For once, his voice dropped, more genuine than Logan had ever heard him. “You know, Logan, there’s nothing wrong with being what you are.”
Logan glanced over, caught off guard by the sincerity in Wade’s tone. He wasn’t used to this—wasn’t used to anyone looking at him like he wasn’t just a weapon, wasn’t just some feral beast waiting to be unleashed. “Maybe,” Logan muttered, looking away, a flicker of vulnerability showing through.
But Wade, being Wade, wasn’t about to let the moment stay heavy for long. His grin returned, wide and unapologetic. “Well, if you ever feel the urge to go hunting, just give me a heads-up. I’ll make sure to stay out of your way. Or… maybe I’ll join you. I’m pretty good at prowling around at night too, you know.”
Logan snorted, shaking his head. “You’d scare off everything within a mile radius, Wade.”
“And yet, here you are,” Wade pointed out with a smirk. “Still haven’t managed to get rid of me.”
Logan chuckled, the sound low and genuine, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
They sat there in a comfortable silence, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. Wade, ever the troublemaker, leaned in, whispering with a conspiratorial tone. “Just so you know, if you ever want to glow at me again, I’m totally into it.”
Logan rolled his eyes, but the faint smile stayed, lingering at the corners of his mouth. “Idiot.”
And for once, Logan felt like maybe, just maybe, there was someone who understood—someone who saw the animal in him and wasn’t afraid.
Everyone thinks that Wade has ADHD and that Logan is Autistic, but it's the other way around.
Wade has autism and Logan has ADHD.
(Part 1 : Autistic Wade.)
Wade hates change- he can handle change with warning- but not suddenly. If someone tells him they will be meeting at 2pm for lunch, they better be there at 2pm for lunch. Even a second later causes anxiety- and he will sit and stare at his Adventure Time watch until they come- every added second making him panic more internally.
He doesn't like certain textures. At all. It's why he makes half of his clothes- he can choose the fabric that he likes with no need to explain why he doesn't like other ones (other ones being denim. Wade hates denim with a burning passion and couldn't care less what other people say.)
Usually, he only has around 3 safe foods at a time. And they rarely change. It shifts between the same 10, and they have been the same 10 since he was a teenager. Chimichangas, Seeded Bagels, Tacos, Toast, Cereal (only 2 kinds), Chicken Nuggets, Rice, Pasta and Cheese. Wade counts cheese as its own food because he has sat and eaten a block for dinner before.
His routine is very important to him. Now, it's a messy seeming routine, but it's his routine, and he likes it. He gets up at 8 am every day (it used to be later, but then he started at the car dealership, and it had to change. It took him a good month to get used to it and feel okay about waking up at a different time.), goes for a piss and brushes his teeth, heads into to the kitchen and makes himself a bowl of cereal, then sits down on the couch while watching Adventure Time as he eats. He doesn't really mind what else happens during the day, until night time, where his routine kicks in again. He goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth, and goes for a piss (he always pees before sleeping and after waking up. It limits needing to get up out of bed, and he hates leaving after he's all cozy.) before changing into his Wolverine pajamas and getting all cozy in bed to the sound of Golden Girls in the background.
Even though he is usually all jokes and innuendos, he still can sometimes misread body language and not notice when someone is being sarcastic. He had gotten better over the years- much better- but he still struggled with it sometimes. Wade never let on though, and luckily his whole making-jokes-and-wierd-comments-about-everything helped divert people away from noticing. It means that if he does misread a situation, he can just play it off as a joke and people believe him instantly.
Wade also deals with sensory issues and overstimulation- and on rare occasions meltdowns- but he has his way to deal with it. Atleast, he tries to deal with it (as much as he can anyway). He avoids sensory issues simply. Comfy clothing he likes the textures of, safe foods for every meal, avoiding bring in places he knows will get to him, headphones if it's too loud or if he needs more stimulation (he tends to blast music at deafening volumes if he is understimulated). And this means he mostly avoids overstimulation and subsequently meltdowns.
On the rare chance they do happen though, Wade usually ends up non-verbal. It makes it hard living with a blind person when that happens, but if he really needs to talk to Al he uses text to speech on his phone. He does want to speak, but his body just shuts down and is reduced to only basic functions. Breathing, blinking and sometimes eating if he can stomach it. So he learns how to finger spell in his free time (he doesn't expect anyone else too learn, mainly because he doesn't talk to people about his autism, but the idea of somehow being able to communicate without a phone or trying to force the words out is comforting) and it helps. Even if he doesn't have anyone to use it with. It settles that pit of anxiety of not being able to communicate. Luckily, it never lasts for long. The longest he has been nonverbal for was a whole day, but slowly he always gets his body back to its normal self.
He also has a huge horde of sensory toys and items. He has so many fidget spinners, tangles, squishys and anything else you can think off. Keeping his hands busy is a helpful stim for him (he has a tendency to do harmful stims and Al had yelled at him to find safe once), plus, he likes collecting any and all unicorn themed sensory toys. He also has a weighted blanket that helps him calm down. It's bright pink and covered in little Hello Kittys, and was something he had found late one night scrolling through some random ass online store.
And yes, Wade was diagnosed. He had been diagnosed when his parents found his behaviour odd as a kid and they'd gone to the doctor to see what was wrong. Apparently, they really weren't pleased with the answer, because he grew being told to be more normal. Being told to fit in more. It's why he masks (both figuratively and physically) so much, even as an adult. It didn't stop him from rambling about his hyperfiations or special interest, but he never used those kind of words. People just wrote him off as crazy and annoying (which he was) when he rambled about random things, but really, he was just info dumping.
It's why he likes Logan so much. Aside from the whole being madly inlove thing. Logan let's him ramble and he listens, he asks questions and adds to the discussion. Logan understands not liking certain textures and getting overwhelmed by bright lights or loud sounds (though, Wade didn't mind loud sounds too much). Logan never judges him for how he acts, for stimming, for when he couldn't speak. Logan takes it all in his stride and starts buying Wade unicorn themed fidget toys to add to the collection, he learns how to finger spell just incase Wade can't communicate one day, he buys Wade's safe foods and makes them for him whenever he wants. Logan even follows along with Wade's morning and night routines, doing it side by side with Wade.
It's refreshing to not be judged for any of these parts of him. It makes Wade love Logan more.
(The people who wanted this thank you! Hope you enjoyed more of my rambling! This is part one because it's so long. I'll post my ADHD Logan one soon, I promise! People who wanted to be tagged, here ya go! @flugsammy @intergalacticmaggot @6up-5oh-copout-procon)
I love it when people give wolverine some feminine features he's not butch but he's pretty and handsome, manly and feminine it just goes together so well
I read somewhere that wolverines(the animal) dont have good eyesight, and that got me thinking of Logan. like what if he could see all the colors humans see but muted with a gray color but red or something like that is a color he can see really well, and his eyes are still super sensitive, like he sees through his sense of smell, hearing, and touch. I think it would be cool to read a fic like this.
the pictures above are all made by someone called WhatIfFiction on DeviantArt. I DID NOT MAKE THEM! the are made referencing both Flynn Rider and wolverine and they put them together if you do not like the pictures take it up with the person who actually made them.
I searched Flynn Rider Wolverine on Google and was blessed with these beautiful images. I don't know who made them but I love them.
Please I'm begging anyone who rights fics to Please do more teen wolverine fic I have a hunger that is not being fed.
Look what I just found.
Drew this on my phone recently and I'm pretty proud of how it turned out especially since it's my first time doing something like this it's wolverine from x-men origins
Oh to be one of those girls.
Oh, to be one of those girls
I recently found out that that deadpool and wolverine is out on prime.
