Worlds Slowest Fanfic Author Tries Really Really Hard

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

WHO IS USING THIS

AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

how can you be a wolverine fan and not also be a multishipper? that man is a WHORE

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

I need to stopppp

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

Boytoy but like he's a boy whom i toy with by cutting him open and studying him like a biology dissection project

Lots of thoughts recently. Everything feels plastic.

I could go on and on about why all that AI "art" is bad. I could mention theft, lack of creativity, it's impact on the work field and environment, but countless people have already said all that. I wanted to touch on something that to me is the most utterly wrong about all of it.

Art is more than just something pretty to look at or listen to. It's therapeutic. It's a form of communication. A tool for human connection. It's a pure, human need.

Support real artists ☀️

an old turnaround. i really like his backpack, so I might redraw it lol

another unfinished piece from Young Logan AU,

FINALLY a Logan Evolution one. Might still use pieces of this to carve out the FBLAU.

The History of One James Logan Howlett

At Eight, it Happens.

 The house had been decorated for a celebration. Even when he’s sick, which is often, his parents always try to entertain him, even if he’s stuck in a wheelchair so he doesn’t have to walk. He’s sick with the flu for the third time that year. He’s just standing up from bed to the chair when he hears-

BANG

And then a scream.

The fever makes the world melt around him as he breathes, but he stumbles out of his room towards the sound. He sees the groundskeeper on top of his father, and that’s it. 

He killed two people that day, not one. His father, and his half-brother.

His babysitter, Rosie, whisks him away into the woods, names him Logan, but they’re both young, and the work is too heavy for a frail girl and her little brother. The worst happens to Rosie. She gets sick from all the stress and the snow, and by the spring, he’s with the wolves, learning how to live, forgetting his past by the day.

The government finds a little boy with blood still dripping down his mouth, deerskin as his only clothing. They send him to a home and he learns how to pretend to be a person, another animal pelt he slings over himself to appear less threatening.

Eleven finds him back in the woods, his most natural habitat. He sleeps in the trees, eats raw meat for the first time in years and feels alive. There is no need to pretend to be ghosts.

At thirteen, he begins to work with Wraith, Sabretooth, and is guided by a man called Maverick. (everyone knew Stryker was pulling the shots). They’re a team, and a good one. But something happens, and he starts to work alone.

Fourteen isn’t remembered. There is nothing special about the Wolverine.

Fifteen finds him isolated, in a little room in a little house. He’s on a mission he won’t remember, in a place that won’t matter. Somehow he gets a cupcake on his bed. He doesn’t know who it’s from, but he eats it anyway.

16 passes the same way. He is safe. He eats raw meat again. He gets another cupcake.

And 17 finds him running, running, running, running, no memory of anything except the pain and a blonde boy reaching out in fear and rage but everything seems wrong so he does what he does best and runs.

He’s all the way in the US by the time he realizes what he’s done.