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Send me a ¥ and a command and my muse has to obey.

Take advantage of this…….

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Saying Logan and Viktor had history was like saying oil didn't mix well with water. It was true, certainly, but there was a bit more of a layer to it than just the surface level knowledge. Like when you taught a child the sky was blue. You could look and see that it was blue, certainly, but then there came the why, the 'what makes it blue', all the little details and intricacies. So yes- Logan and Viktor didn't get along. ..surface level stuff. But then, it was probably for the best, if few knew just how bad it got between them, if they really were going to try this whole 'kumbayah', therapy stuff with him. He just had to smile and be on good behavior. So he smiled. And then he smiled again, with a little less fang, because apparently, too many teeth is still uncanny, even amongst other mutants. Or maybe it was just his own reputation that proceeded him, too many teeth meaning he might turn on them. Which- fair. He didn't blame them their wariness. If anything, he was a little amused by it. Like a few wolf laying down in a field of sheep and rams. The rams were on guard and the sheep hesitated and stared, but as long as he was full, as long as he lay very still.. Well. They'd get used to the scent of a predator. But then, they had their own guard dog, too, didn't they? Viktor shot Logan a look out of the corner of his eyes. If Viktor was a wolf, or a big cat prowling the edges of the woods, looking for an In, then Logan was the Great Pyrenees on the inside, watching his every move. So what was he doing? "Making a sandwich," he murmured back, noncommittal as he hunched down in front of the fridge, hands huge on the door, but surprisingly gentle as he began to get ingredients out.

Territorial Dispute

He was, slowly, getting the lay of the land, he thought, and while people weren't necessarily used to the sight of him, they at least knew he was there and for the most part, they seemed to leave him be unless they had a very particular question they needed answered, and he seemed to be a 'Last Resort' to these sorts of things as it was.

This suited him just fine, on account that he didn't care for massive amount of people swarming him all at once- though he sometimes found himself.. not openly or actively, but perhaps passively joining in certain activities with a smaller amount of mutants. Looming in the doorway, poking his head in and leaving, or sometimes asking a question counted, didn't it?

He'd even done movie night, and given them a whole elk to pick over. He didn't even eat the elk!

He was still picking the nail polish off of his claws from movie night, but he digressed. A small price to pay for getting 'closer' with the lot of them. After all, if the children stopped being so wary first, the adults would, gradually, fall after.

Lost in thought about these things, he found himself wandering the corridors. The end of the year was nearing, and it was cold, outside. Christmas was around the corner, and as far as he knew, some went home to see their family. Most didn't.

He'd probably make himself scarce then, too- a pause, nose lifting, mouth parting to run the air over the roof of his mouth to taste better. "...Logan," he grunted, tucking his chin to his chest. "I know you're there."

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"When you're ready, we can talk."

When he was ready?

There was a snort of amusement at the concept that it was Sabertooth, forgive the pun, pussyfooting about.

Of course, Nightcrawler's ability to teleport lent credit to his excellent ability to be anywhere he wanted, of course, but Viktor hadn't quite thought the little blue thing would outright seem to be.. avoiding him?

Or it felt that way.

"Sure," he rumbled, using the claw on his pinky to pick at his fangs. "Whenever ya want, sweet stuff."

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If you knew it was a venomous snake when you picked it up, you shouldn't be surprised when it bites you, Logan.

Sabertooth only laughed at the attempts, anyway, and outright squished Wolverine against the ground, chinning him and feeling entirely too smug about the subsequent repositioning he'd found himself in. Kick as much as you liked, brat.

"What, ya lonely enough ta come seek me out? Why, I'm incredibly flattered, Logan, ta be yer last option."

Or at the very least, Logan was desperate.

Full body tackles out of a tree, then smoosh onto. Get pamcake'd asshole.

Pancaked is right- Viktor was nothing to sniff at, in terms of bodyweight, but neither was Logan, with all that damn adamantium weighing him down.

Viktor grunted and went down, frankly, like a sack of shit, chin hitting the ground so hard he could taste blood. But if that's how it's gonna be- Viktor twisted, just until he was on his back, and then used his feet to kick at Logan.

...not unlike a very large cat with a very particular toy.

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Kneading for both of them was closer to roughly digging the pads of their fingers in because they knew the other could take it, but.

Yeah- kneading.

"What- Jean not givin' ya any attention? Scott drivin' ya out the house on his motorcycle, again?" Of course he had to make some sort of a dig, or else he'd be accused of getting soft. ..mostly by himself. Anyway. He chuffed softly, letting his head thump back against the ground, and tried not to think about how weird this was.

"Well, considering all things, I could just lay here."

...or he could get his arms around Logan tight, and begin alligator death rolling.

Like an asshole.

Full body tackles out of a tree, then smoosh onto. Get pamcake'd asshole.

Pancaked is right- Viktor was nothing to sniff at, in terms of bodyweight, but neither was Logan, with all that damn adamantium weighing him down.

Viktor grunted and went down, frankly, like a sack of shit, chin hitting the ground so hard he could taste blood. But if that's how it's gonna be- Viktor twisted, just until he was on his back, and then used his feet to kick at Logan.

...not unlike a very large cat with a very particular toy.

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Rotten spoiled brat-

Viktor gave one last kick, but graciously allowed Logan to flatten him to the dirt. Not stabbing him; at worst the bite was like a nibble, to him. ..what the hell was he up to? "Fuck d'you want, Runt?"

Full body tackles out of a tree, then smoosh onto. Get pamcake'd asshole.

Pancaked is right- Viktor was nothing to sniff at, in terms of bodyweight, but neither was Logan, with all that damn adamantium weighing him down.

Viktor grunted and went down, frankly, like a sack of shit, chin hitting the ground so hard he could taste blood. But if that's how it's gonna be- Viktor twisted, just until he was on his back, and then used his feet to kick at Logan.

...not unlike a very large cat with a very particular toy.

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Full body tackles out of a tree, then smoosh onto. Get pamcake'd asshole.

Pancaked is right- Viktor was nothing to sniff at, in terms of bodyweight, but neither was Logan, with all that damn adamantium weighing him down.

Viktor grunted and went down, frankly, like a sack of shit, chin hitting the ground so hard he could taste blood. But if that's how it's gonna be- Viktor twisted, just until he was on his back, and then used his feet to kick at Logan.

...not unlike a very large cat with a very particular toy.

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Her moves were slow, but he'd rather she went slow and got it right than go fast and mess up the meat. "Yeah. I'd be surprised if ya got everything right the first time 'round." Pleasantly surprised, and maybe a bit interested, but.

"Here- like this." One massive paw of a hand wrapped around her gloved one, guiding her motions in quick, short swipes of the knife, quite literally in what looked like a combing motion of the knife.

His other hand, delicately, pinched the skin of the elk to pull it taut and guided her hand holding the knife in between.

"Keep yer motions short- not jerky, just firm. Ya wanna keep this knife from pokin' and proddin' the meat before yer ready ta start separating it. Now, I'm gonna pick it up by the back legs, an' we'll go from there." Letting go of her, he gripped a leg in each hand and stood, holding the animal so its belly faced her. "We'll start at the legs."

Patiently, weirdly so, even to him, he walked her through removing the skin of the animal.

"All things considered, I expected a lot more sneakin' around," he admitted moving to brush past her with the elk. She was right though, clock was ticking- not just on being found out, either.

Safely in the.. pretty spacious to be a shower, really, he laid the thing down on the ground and hunched onto the balls of his heels so that he could roll the elk onto its back. "Now- you're gonna want to cut from here to here," he murmured, pointing from the bottom of the deer's ribcage up to the collarbone. "And keep the blade facin' outwards. Hair gets in the meat otherwise, so treat it like a comb. Pull the skin up, and push the blade out. Got it? Use the small, thicker blade first for this part."

He'd never actually had to.. teach someone how to do this. Mostly because the first few times he'd done it with his claws had been trial and error, but a couple hundred years of doing stuff made you an expert, at one point.

"Once you're done with that, I'm gonna pick it up by the back legs and talk you through the rest."

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Victor Creed rough tongue confirmed?????????

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"All things considered, I expected a lot more sneakin' around," he admitted moving to brush past her with the elk. She was right though, clock was ticking- not just on being found out, either.

Safely in the.. pretty spacious to be a shower, really, he laid the thing down on the ground and hunched onto the balls of his heels so that he could roll the elk onto its back. "Now- you're gonna want to cut from here to here," he murmured, pointing from the bottom of the deer's ribcage up to the collarbone. "And keep the blade facin' outwards. Hair gets in the meat otherwise, so treat it like a comb. Pull the skin up, and push the blade out. Got it? Use the small, thicker blade first for this part."

He'd never actually had to.. teach someone how to do this. Mostly because the first few times he'd done it with his claws had been trial and error, but a couple hundred years of doing stuff made you an expert, at one point.

"Once you're done with that, I'm gonna pick it up by the back legs and talk you through the rest."

"...not bad. Save the big one for separatin' the meat. The small one is good for the hide, and that medium one, you can use for gettin' close to the bone." Not a bad selection at all. He glanced at her with something like approval, before considering.

They'd probably have to wrap the meat in the hide to bring it to.. "Y'all got a freeze, doncha? Bags ta put these in?" His brow furrowed. A lot more preparation went into actually saving meat. If he was out and about, he ate what he wanted and left the rest to whatever wildlife would find it.

"It'll be fine. If someone comes in when it's locked, well, whatever happens after that happens. They came in a locked door." He shrugged about it, surprisingly nonchalant about the whole thing. "You'd think a locked door meant don't come in, here, but if it's just a suggestion.." It'd be a pretty rude awakening to burst in on them, but maybe they'd start knockin', first.

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I'm not much of an artist, but Victor Creed should have kitty boots and a little tail and it is a SHAME that he does not.

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A Fuckin' Letter isn't gonna solve much. But sometimes the Elf has some good ideas. So here's a letter. I can't tell if I hate you or fuckin' envy you. You think that I'm trying to act like I'm better n you and and I ain't. I just don't wanna be the thing that crawls under my skin cause killing's too easy when everything looks like a threat or meat. I can pin little tags in stuff. But call it what it is. I wanna be human. Because human's can learn something else than violence if they want. They can choose not to be that violence. And if it means I gotta act violence to protect some of the cubs that are still trying to figure out what they want. ... So yea. I don't hate you. But I hate that you make the parts of me that I do hate seem more appealing. But whatever. Stop stealing all my fucking beer and spreading animal blood all over the manor lawn. Some of the kids are gettin' upset. Fucker.

Just how many letters has anyone written him, ever? Even still, before he so much as read the thing, he could smell Logan's stench all over it, which was enough to set his fangs on edge.

Actually reading the thing just made him..

He didn't know. He actually didn't fucking know how it made him feel. Because it's not a kiss with a fist or Logan's claws dashing through him, or vice versa. It's not their brand of violence, the 'I can't leave you alone if I tried' sort.

Logan's never written him a letter, before. This is new, and it's, somehow, unsettling. Because reading the thing a few more times doesn't quite clear up his feelings, but it made them.. more.

Heavier. What was he supposed to do with this brand of communication?

Write back?

He should shred the thing between his claws and leave it in front of Logan's room.

...he ended up folding it and tucking it into his pocket, instead.

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Leave my muse an anonymous letter detailing your muses’ feelings towards them.

Hatred, love, or anything in between - put words to the unsaid parts of their relationship.

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Marvel Meow #1 (2024)

by Nao Fuji

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(Wolverine 2020, issue #46)

THIS is the take on sabretooth that should be said. yes, in those moments of violence he feels no mercy, hes the weapon in the hands of those who’ve hired him, but he still knows what he’s done. this is him begging for someone else to understand and see him. this is him begging for logan to stop acting so superior and just get him to admit the things he’s also done, confirm that vics not the only one feeling this weight.

hes asking ‘you feel this too, right? you know this life too, right?’ and as always, logan stays silent.

as someone who’s framed as a guy who doesnt care about the shit he does, he sure does put a lotta effort into getting logan to acknowledge both their actions…..almost like…hes not entirely at peace with it……and doesnt wanna bear the weight alone….hm…..like im not just talking about team x days here, i mean in general. thats the motive for most the times he fights him.

and the thing is, logan may not remember those moments, but hes still got similar weight to carry in his mind since then. it may not be the same as killing innocents, but hes killed. and killing is still killing to him.

as per this example from Wolverine 2003 issue #6(the gay cover one lol)—

even earlier in the arc, he has a brief moment of….something.

(Wolverine 2020, issue #44)

but in his head. where it will always stay.

as comic fans know, all the words vic says outloud are the words that logans internal monologue is constantly looping.

a lot of their relationship is just..ive experienced this, you’ve experienced this, how do you deal with it? but neither of them have the ability to ask eachother.

and if they just sat down n mutually talked about it, maybe it’d all feel a bit lighter to carry.

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*sexily breaks law* *sexily breaks law* *sexily breaks law* *sexily breaks law* *sexily breaks law* *sexily bre

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"...not bad. Save the big one for separatin' the meat. The small one is good for the hide, and that medium one, you can use for gettin' close to the bone." Not a bad selection at all. He glanced at her with something like approval, before considering.

They'd probably have to wrap the meat in the hide to bring it to.. "Y'all got a freeze, doncha? Bags ta put these in?" His brow furrowed. A lot more preparation went into actually saving meat. If he was out and about, he ate what he wanted and left the rest to whatever wildlife would find it.

"It'll be fine. If someone comes in when it's locked, well, whatever happens after that happens. They came in a locked door." He shrugged about it, surprisingly nonchalant about the whole thing. "You'd think a locked door meant don't come in, here, but if it's just a suggestion.." It'd be a pretty rude awakening to burst in on them, but maybe they'd start knockin', first.

Sabertooth ambled after her with all the lazy grace of a tiger certain of his surroundings, though his quiet footsteps belied his size. He walked heel to toe, firmly stepping to avoid what would be the splash zone sound effect of a loud foot step.

He did, if with a certain amount of amusement, make sure to listen Rogue, pausing when she did, and moving when she beckoned.

He also had to be a bit more careful about where the elk's antlers were, to avoid scraping the wall. He had a feeling no one would be nearly as grateful for it if they found he'd damaged the Mansion to get it to them.

"Ya grab a carving knife, and a smaller, regular knife? Yer gonna need it, 'cause I'm gonna show ya what t'do when we get there. ...an' does the bathroom lock?"

Probably a good idea to make sure it did- because otherwise they'd have two or more problems on hand.