Wolverine Xmen - Blog Posts

Wolverine will survive dw 🫡 getting the metal ripped off his bones by magneto happened in the comics once, and the pain did cause him to go feral (quite literally, he had to learn how to speak and be normal again 😭) but he does eventually recover.

OMG IM SO GLAD I was actually so worried he wouldn’t survive AT ALL especially since he had holes in his body and he was literally bleeding out😭

X-MEN POST‼️‼️

SO WHEN MAGNETO PULLED THE ANIMANIUM OUT OF WOLVERINE DID THAT KILL HIM OR IS HE STILL ALIVE?? LIKE IK HE ALIVE (barely) BUT HE’S STILL ALIVE ALSOOO DID WE GET A LOVE CONFESSION FROM MORPH BCUZ THEY CHANGED INTO JEAN TO SAY IT AND I THOUGHT NOTHING OF IT UNTIL NOW. DID MORPH SAY IT AS JEAN BCUZ HE WAS TOO SCARED TO SAY IT AS THEIRSELF?? (or maybe im js overthinking all of this)

the silly (that could be dead soon)

forgot to post this yesterday but the thought still counts!! HAPPY MOVIE RELEASE DAYYYYY

Welp this is definitely the beginning of a X-men/hughjackman/wolverine phase. Get ready for this one. It’s only begun

okay who else loves HughJackman/Wolverine, and is excited for the new movie???? Cmon Hugh the legendJackman is back as Wolverine. LETS GO!

I decided to participate @silverskyline s October prompt but art version! I don’t have much time to color today but here’s a doodle of day one <333 hehehe

THIS ONE IS FOR THE SELF/OC SHIPPERS OUT THERE. I SEE YOU AND I HAVE YOUR BACK!! 💛💛🫵🫵

I did two variations of pronouns for you all :))!! BUT THERE IS MORE!! If you'd like a specific set of pronouns, such as it/its, or even neo-pronouns, I'm super open to creating more variations. I'll just reblog this with the changes and tag the person who asks (if that is okay ofc, so please lmk whether you'd be okay with being tagged). ^^

I changed Kurt's dialogue a bit, since I feel like "babe" is a more common and inclusive term, but it also keeps the playfulness of the original panel that I redrew. :)) Kept the style kind of simple, since I did not feel like I would finish this if I went anymore complex. Anyway, here is the comic panel that I redrew/that inspired me to do this.

STOP I CAN'T HANDLE HOW AMAZING YOUR ART IS AAAA

L i licky c k licky y x33333 HEHEHHEEE they “hate” eachother so baddddd…

𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐦𝐠👹👹‼️

I hate to beg, but LAWD Y'ALL PUH-LEASE MAKE A DEADPOOL X GAMBIT X READER FIC, I'LL DROP TO MY KNEES AND B E G😭🙏🏽🙏🏽. in my head, they're such an underrated yet COMPATIBLE duo like omg, wade's outta pocket humor and the absolute WILD shit remy says all of the time,,,

and you wanna tell me they wouldn't be besties (once wade learned to understand him)?!? HA! also, I think it would definitely make sense for reader, while having them both as partners, go to wade for when she needs cheering up and mindless recklessness and stuff like that, and then she can go to remy for most of the deeply emotional needs and shit (not saying she's strictly going to one or the other for one of those things, but yk, both have their strong suits is all I'm saying🤷🏽‍♀️).

anyways, I'm done yappin' for now. I feel like I'm limiting myself waiting for me to finish more requests before I start writing for the holy trinity (wade, logan, remy) myself, but it's just because I wanna prioritize y'all before indulging in my own stuff lmfao💀.

Christmas Poolverine 🎄

More bracelet posting, I made these back in September I think

So I may have made an X-men/mutantsona

I love her

I wanted the draw my silly guys in cutesy pajama’s

For mister Jackman’s birthday I’m posting some Wolverine face studies I did a few days ago

I’m not immune to the found family trope

Non colored line art version under the cut

So I got back into acrylic painting

And I painted Wolverine…

I hope you enjoy

Them>>>>>

↫彡🂡"My Girl can Wear Whatever"🂡彡↬

↫Peter Maximoff↬

You were just trying to get a snack. That was it. But the moment you stepped into the kitchen, Peter nearly dropped his Twinkie.

"Whoa—" His silver brows shot up as his eyes scanned your outfit. Not in a gross way, but in a "Do I need to start running?" way.

You raised a brow. "Problem?"

Peter shook his head way too fast. "Nope! No problems here. You can wear whatever you want, babe."

Jubilee, sitting at the counter, smirked. "Really? You don’t care?"

Peter scoffed, tossing an arm around your shoulders. "Pfft. Why would I? My girl can wear whatever she wants..." He hesitated, glancing at you and then lowering his voice. "...'cause I'm scared of her."

You narrowed your eyes. "What was that last part?"

"Nothing!" He grinned nervously, stepping back. "You look amazing! Stunning! Fantastic! A completely independent person with great fashion sense! I love that for you!"

Jubilee cackled. "Dude, you are terrified of her."

"Well, yeah," Peter said without shame. "Like, you think I'm about to tell her no? You think I got a death wish? Nah, I value my life, I like my face. I’d like to keep it in one piece."

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a granola bar from the pantry. "Good answer, Maximoff."

Peter sighed in relief. You were scary, but hey, at least you were his scary.

彡Logan彡

Logan had been minding his business at the bar when you walked in, dressed in something that made half the room do a double take.

He noticed. Oh, he definitely noticed. But instead of reacting like some jealous, overprotective boyfriend, he just sipped his whiskey.

It was not until some guy at the pool table let his eyes linger a second too long that Logan made a noise in the back of his throat—a low, rumbling ahem that sent a very clear message.

The guy turned, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

Logan smirked, tapping a single claw against his glass. "Nothin'. Just wonderin' if you're stupid or just feelin' lucky tonight."

The guy scoffed. "Relax, old man, it's just a look."

"Mm. See, I ain’t too worried ‘bout what she wears." Logan tilted his head, eyes sharp. "She can wear whatever she wants… ‘cause I can fight." He flashed his Adamantium claws.

The guy raised his hands and backed off real quick. Logan just chuckled, downing the rest of his drink.

You leaned against the bar beside him. "You always gotta scare people?"

He shrugged. "Ain’t my fault they spook easy."

You smirked. "You are such a show-off."

Logan just grunted, but the way he slid a possessive arm around your waist told you everything you needed to know.

🂡Remy LeBeau🂡

Remy was kicked back on the mansion's couch, long legs stretched out, flipping a poker chip between his fingers. He had seen you walk in, noticed the way heads turned, but unlike the others, he did not bat an eye.

Jubilee, being Jubilee, could not help but stir the pot. "Remy, you just gonna let her walk around like that?"

Remy did not even look up from his poker chip. "Remy think his chérie can wear whatever she want," he said lazily.

"Yeah?" Jubilee smirked. "You that confident?"

He flicked the chip up, caught it between two fingers, and finally smirked. "Mm-hmm. ‘Cause she's a houe, and I knew that before we started dating."

Gasps. Laughter. Even Logan huffed out an amused breath from the other side of the room.

Your eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

Remy grinned, finally looking at you. "What? You know it’s true, chérie. I fell for you ‘cause you a heartbreaker. A flirt. A menace." He tilted his head, voice dropping to a lazy drawl. "And yet, here we are."

You crossed your arms. "That does not make it better, you know."

"But it is true, non?" He flashed that dangerous, charming grin. "An’ I do not mind one bit."

You rolled your eyes, but you could not stop the small smirk tugging at your lips. Damn Cajun and his smooth talk.

Jubilee snorted. "I hate that he actually got away with that."

Remy just winked.

Hope you all enjoyed!! Love you all, kits! (houe means hoe in French. Idk what else to put there T ' T)

Stolen Moments

Synopsis:You and Logan steal moments together between missions, whether it’s sharing a quiet drink or sparring, each encounter deepening your bond.

Warnings: Maybe light cursing? Female reader! Just sum fluff for Logan💛💙🖤🤍

The evening air was still, filled with the earthy scent of grass. You watched him, noting how his posture relaxed, though a heaviness lingered in the quiet between you.

As the last rays of sunlight faded, an urge to break the silence stirred within you. You stepped closer, trying to gauge his mood. He looked up, meeting your gaze with an intensity that made your heart race just a little faster.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, his voice low and inviting, pulling you deeper into the moment.

You hesitated, searching for the right words. The simple act of being together felt like enough.

“Do you want to grab a drink? The bar in town should still be open.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead, the warmth of the evening suddenly feeling more intense.

The corner of Logan’s mouth lifted, just enough to be noticeable. “A drink sounds good,” he said, his gravelly voice cutting through the silence. His eyes lingered on yours a beat longer than expected, that familiar intensity behind them making your stomach twist in the way it always did around him.

The two of you walked through the quiet streets, side by side, though the space between you felt charged. The warm night air carried the distant hum of the town, but it was the heavy silence between you and Logan that you couldn’t shake. The old bar’s neon sign flickered as you approached, casting a soft glow on his rugged features.

Inside, the bar was just as rundown as you remembered—dimly lit, the smell of stale beer thick in the air. Logan slid into a booth at the back, gesturing for you to follow. The cracked leather squeaked beneath you as you sat across from him, the tension still hanging between you like the dim haze of smoke lingering in the air.

“Place hasn’t changed much,” Logan muttered, his eyes scanning the room before landing back on you.

“Nope,” you replied, trying to keep your voice casual, though you could feel his eyes on you, making your heart race just a little faster.

The silence that settled between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy with the unspoken. Logan leaned back in his seat, taking a slow sip of his drink, his gaze still sharp, watching you in that quiet way of his. You both knew what this was—something brewing, something neither of you could quite put into words, but both of you felt it.

Over the next few weeks, the missions came and went, each more dangerous than the last. Yet in the middle of it all, you found yourself catching those fleeting moments with Logan. There were stolen glances during tactical meetings, the brush of his hand against yours when passing by, the way his presence seemed to linger a little longer when the others weren’t around.

Sometimes, after a mission, you’d find yourselves alone, sitting in the shadows, sharing a drink in silence, just like that night at the bar. His presence, always so solid and sure, gave you a strange sense of comfort—even if it came with the sharp edge of something more.

One night, as you both prepped for another mission, the tension between you seemed thicker than usual. The dim light of the armory cast shadows across the room as you geared up. You were fastening your gloves when you felt Logan’s eyes on you again, his quiet intensity impossible to ignore.

“Be careful out there,” he said, his voice rough but low, cutting through the stillness.

You glanced at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Always am.”

But something was different this time. Logan stepped closer, his movements deliberate, closing the space between you. His gaze held yours, the weight of it sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, as the air between you thickened with everything that had been building for weeks.

And then, without warning, he leaned in. His lips brushed against yours in a brief, stolen kiss—soft, almost hesitant, as if testing the waters. But the impact was immediate, sending a rush of heat through you.

When he pulled back, his eyes locked on yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away. There were no words exchanged, but the kiss had said it all. Something had shifted between you, something neither of you could deny any longer.

The next few missions were the same, but everything between you and Logan had changed. The stolen moments became more frequent, the touches more deliberate, the tension simmering just below the surface. You could feel it in every glance, every word he spoke to you.

That brief kiss wasn’t the end—it was only the beginning.

Do not copy or translate plz! -CallMe_Bunni