Sometimes I Almost Forget Slut Is A Derogatory Term. It's So Friend Shaped To Me. I Love When Things

i hate when kink blogs do this. do they think it makes it hotter. i feel like i'm playing a mystery vn with this kinda shit

yeh, they are 🗣️

Another repost, planning to re-edit this and post it once I finish a few more chapters of my Feral Baby Logan AU, but here ya'll go! I'll be uploading what I have un-edited of this AU within the next few hours i think.

FBL: Logan reflects. (Angst, self hatred)

Here’s the thing about being a Feral child soldier:

Sometimes people don’t get it. They all look at him and pity him. He sees it in their eyes, smells it, sweating like they’re still teenagers, all waiting to see how the loner kid is gonna react.

Logan went to high school for a total of one week before the Weapon X scientists decided he was too wild to pretend and swapped him out for Victor

The thing is… he enjoyed it. Not all of it, obviously, thank fuck they got that collar off of him, and the tests he could do without. But… he misses the energy. He misses the violence. Hunting humans isn’t that different from hunting a moose. They can both kill you, but at the end of the day, they’re both easily trackable when they don’t know they're being hunted. And they always get tired first.

…

He’s killed a lot of people.

He’s felt their flesh give under his hands, tender stomachs give under the sharpness of his claws. He’s felt their sticky brain matter and fluids on his fingertips as he’s bashed their heads into walls. Moments, ragdolls, animals. That’s all they feel like in the moment. Prey he caught and slaughtered, as all prey is.

He knows the feeling of human blood, viscera in his mouth, the iron tang familiar on his tongue as he and Victor clear out rooms, entire bases of foreign militaries. When time stops moving, no sound besides the rhythmic dripping of blood from the body stuck in the ceiling. Nothing besides their panting, as they wait for the rest of their team.

He doesn’t realize how strange it is to feel that way until he hears the doctors. And then his Boss. And then the X-men. They all point it out as something wrong. And sure, he knows he has things to make up for, but really, This is what they get hung up on?

It’s like none of them have read his rap sheet.

(None of them have, except Xavier. They wanted to give him time to tell them. He will not know this until it is too late.)

He only really regrets two people he’s ever killed. Two children, belonging to an american politician.

(It’s what started the brainwashing, what motivated them to isolate him. If he didn’t remember, he wouldn’t worry about it. He didn’t need to doubt them. He didn’t need to think. All he had to do was fight for them.)

But now, with his feelings and his mind unlocked now he can’t help but feel sick when he thinks of them. Their little chubby faces, unblemished by time. Their thin, baby hair just growing out, the older ones quiet snores. They had slept together that night. It reminded him of his friends.

So he gets it a little, the way they look at him. The way Xaviers face goes gray whenever he tries to read Logan's mind. Pity and shame and disgust.

He gets it more when he has to hold Kurt after his first kill.

He understands it most when he has to face Victor again, when Victor has been stripped of himself and, like him Before, all that is left is Sabretooth.

These cuties

How can people claim Logan is straight, when these comics exist??

*offers you a cigarette except out of a crayon box and it's a crayon*

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

Thinking about that part in the Moomin series where after getting transformed by the magic top-hat Moomin has to convince everyone that it's actually him.

Specifically the version from the 90s anime where he's crying and sobbing to his mother, who treats him with tenderness as she searches the supposed stranger's eyes, as if trying to find Moomin's very essence within this new monstrous form. And Moomin's getting really desperate because the long silence makes him think nobody believes him and he's ready to break down completely and give up knowing he's stuck in this new body.

Until Moominmama determines that yes, this is her darling child, and through the power of a mother's love he is transformed into his former self. Her love is what allows everyone else in the room to see that this is the same Moomin they've always known and loved.

Like, I know that entire novel and its subsequent adaptations are one big queer allegory, but that part really fucking hit hard for me as someone with a very tenuous relationship with their own mother. When I come out to her, will she be blinded by her ignorance and distaste for "alternative lifestyles" and antagonize me? Or will she too be able to see in my eyes that I am the same child she has always loved and that she will continue to love in this odd new form?

I'm, above all else, a tangentgirl. always saying shit like "sidenote," "oh also," "by the way,"