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stormxpadme · 8 months

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Whumptober 2023 No. 7 - Alleyway

Scogan Bingo challenge Holding Hands

"Always knew you were a lightweight, Slim, but this is ridiculous."

Logan signaled the barkeeper of his favorite Hell's Kitchen joint that he'd be back for the bill another time – with the guy perfectly aware, Logan showed up here at least once a month to drink his weight in whiskey, not a problem, fortunately – and half-dragged, half pushed his drinking companion towards the door. If he'd stopped even for another half a minute to reach for his wallet, that would have meant Scott risking yet another fight with some random drunk bigots about a few admittedly unsavory remarks from these guys' table. It was one of these nights in which Logan was in no mood for a wholly avoidable brawl. That had not been the idea, coming to this place.

In theory, the plan had sounded good, getting the X-Men's team leader finally out of the house again for once, after Logan had watched the guy run himself into the ground in depression and grief after Alkali Lake for almost half a year now. In practice, it had turned out, Scott Summers on his third tequila was even more a righteous ass than sober Scott Summers. Plus, Logan hadn’t taken into account reports about yet another senate debate on mutant registration showing on the bar's huge flatscreen instead of the usual Friday night football rerun. Or that famously, Scott was equipped with the self-preservation skill of a lemming on the best of days, especially when he saw an opening to lecture someone against their will. Halfway through a fourth cocktail, the guy had stopped caring for good, how large and aggressive that group was that he'd been deadset on pissing off there. Charming as it could be occasionally, watching someone usually very smart, eloquent, and sharp-tongued take someone down a notch … If there was one thing Logan had learned in few years of his life that he could only remember, getting by on his own in the streets, it was to choose his battles wisely. Scott was very welcome to try and improve people's opinions on their race again tomorrow, preferably with an audience actually willing to listen, as far as Logan was concerned. Right now, all he cared about was getting that idiot by his side home, before Scott would end up getting himself in real trouble. Not that Logan thought either of them had any real danger to fear from normal people. But the last thing mutant world needed right now was bad press regarding the staff of a school that was far too much in the focus of the public eye since the whole Stryker crisis as it was. Sadly, such arguments were apparently not accessible to a mind more booze-clouded by the second, not least thanks to the icy November air hitting them in the face when they finally left the smoke-filled joint behind. "Wanna tell me what that was about? When did you start running from fights?" Scott was indeed so out it by now that he was starting to stagger, to slur his words, but somehow, unbelievably, that annoying bastard was still complaining, glaring at Logan from the side, a dangerous flash of red behind his glasses indicating how pissed off he was about having been taken out of the escalation before it could really start. Then he quickly turned his gaze forward again though because he'd damn nearly walked into a street lamp.

"When Ol' Baldy at home threatened to stop bailing me out," Logan answered dryly, discreetly steering Scott aside by the sleeve of his leather jacket, around the corner into a less crowded street, because his companion was talking far too loudly for his taste, and people were staring. "Jail cots are a pain for my stature and weight. Those fuckers in the bar had knives, in case you missed that. How do you think that would have ended, no matter who'd draw the first blood? Authorities aren’t exactly on our side lately."

"That's exactly what I'm saying. If we run and hide every time someone is spreading lies, how do you expect to change that?" Only even more enraged, Scott took a few steps backward, with his hands on his hips, to stare at Logan in challenge but quickly turned back again when he almost dripped over a protruding cobblestone. "If we don't speak up against public bigotry like that, in our position, no one will. Did you hear those assholes?"

Without even thinking much about it, Logan reached for Scott's arm again to pull him closer and this time didn’t let go, lest Scott could earn even more bruises, running into house entrances or flower troughs. With no stars out and heavy rain starting to fall now on top, visibility in this almost unlit alleyway was shitty even for Logan's enhanced senses. Thanks to Scott's limited vision, without a little friendly support, guy would look like he actually had gotten beaten up by the time Logan would have maneuvered him into the next best available bed. Besides, the man just wouldn’t shut up, so Logan had no choice but being abundantly frank about why he'd really had to step in earlier, though Scott usually was capable of taking care of himself. Such disgusting truths were easier to convey, coming with a supportive squeeze of that muscular arm under his hand. "I heard them, alright. Heard them whisper to themselves long before you even noticed them. Enhanced hearing can be a bitch. You want to know in detail how they fantasized about all they wanted to do to a pretty mutie face like yours? There's some people who are just not worth the trouble, Slim."

"Wouldn’t be my first rodeo. Didn’t know you suddenly cared so much about my well-being, Claws." That came out with a lot less bite than it would have been just a year ago which was just as well because Logan also didn’t fight unworthy opponents and therefore really didn’t feel like punching the guy in the dick for such an uncalled-for dig. Actually, they'd grown a lot closer than that after Jean's death, especially with Charles drowning in grief and guilt more and more by the month, which left Scott and him with the not-inconsiderable task of running that damn school basically all by themselves, together with Ororo. Scott still had his bouts of lethargy and breakdowns in which they were clashing more than usual, and Logan definitely knew better now than to think, an occasional bender downtown would be the right medicine for that … But most of the time, they were fine these days, as team partners, workmates and occasionally, indeed, as something like friends.

More than that, maybe, as Logan allowed himself to vaguely indulge in thinking lately, given there was also a remarkable amount of suppressed hormones and raging pheromones involved whenever the two of them were alone, but he'd never been in a lot of hurry about such things. And this definitely wasn’t a night to discuss such emotional complications. "I don't but I get paid to be your shield and I really need that end-of-the-year bonus for a new car," he thus answered dryly enough to get it through even to Scott's compromised brain that he wasn’t being serious. "Speaking of it …" With an unnerved sigh, he held Scott back by his hand this time, to slow him down, when Scott just huffed and dramatically strode ahead, with square shoulders, his head held high, obviously hurt in his pride. And apparently missing that that gap between two overflowing trash bins they had to pass was too narrow for stomping straight through. "Jesus, Slim, your peripheral vision is even worse when you're wasted. Do me a solid and stay behind me." His impatience to get to the damn car growing, Logan sneaked his way past Scott's taller, thinner silhouette without letting go of him but then suddenly froze in his tracks when he spotted a few burly, familiar shapes emerging at the end of the almost unlit street, blades out, each sporting huge, anticipating grins on their faces.

These motherfuckers from the bar had followed them and cut off their way.

"Muties and fags, huh? Someone's really asking for it," one of the men hissed as Logan instinctively came to stand in front of Scott. The guy had an open beer bottle in his hand that he generously helped himself to while playing with the switchblade in his hand. His racing heartbeat and the sour stench of battle adrenaline made the group's intention very clear before they even started coming closer. "Tell you what, mutt, you give us the prettyboy, then maybe we won't slice you open like a turkey too. Come on, it's not like you can't find a slut with such whore lips around every corner."

"That's gonna be a problem, no offense." Scott had not only used the moment that Logan had given him, shielding him from the group's sights, to switch his glasses for the VISOR in his jacket pocket, as Logan could make out with a tense glance back from the corner of his eyes. Within half a minute, the guy had also become entirely sober. And apparently, in spite of all big peace-making plans and noble intentions, even Scott had a bullshit tolerance limit when it came to trying to make people see the wrong of their ways. His grim smile these bastards' way was vicious, unblinking, his strong jawline working with aggression, held high, as his whole posture turned from intoxicated resignation into unfazed determination within a breath, all patience from that debate earlier replaced by provocative nonchalance and the unapologetic fearlessness of someone who wasn’t only desperate to make the world a better place but also had no problem bending it to his will if all other means failed. "You see, guys, I can be awfully jealous. And that one's mine." The whole sight was far sexier than it should be which was probably why Logan didn’t even think of resisting, not even out of dumbfounded confusion when Scott used their proximity to lean in for a kiss just as entirely unexpected as long yearned-for.

That this was only spite, of course, and a distraction, obviously, couldn’t hold back a wave of so-far well-controlled want exploding in Logan's midsection like a tidal wave. He had to try hard for a moment, not to push the guy back against the nearest wall in response to kiss him senseless in return, danger from a couple of low-life hillbillies a couple of feet away be damned. He probably could have gutted these assholes with his middle claw without even letting go or looking anyway.

But since Logan had already decided earlier, these people weren’t worth yet another police record on his list, he wasn’t too unhappy when Scott used the moment as the group screamed out in anger over that theatric reaction to their threats and came running at them blindly, in a row and far too close as the run-down street only allowed. Which made for a most satisfying image when Scot made his shot, creating a huge hole in the ground with his blasts right before the leader's feet and the man fell hard on his face, his friends all crashing into him and each other. A ramshackle entrance door next to them shot in just the right angle so that it dropped on top of the groaning group, made sure for good that they wouldn’t be any more trouble for the moment.

Taking the shortcut through that very house and its back door back to the main street, Scott and Logan could slip away from the scene easily and finally make it to the car before any more unwelcome issues could stall them. Only once they'd left downtown behind and could be sure they weren’t followed, with Scott switching his VISOR for his glasses again, he seemed to really realize what had happened there, and the most adorable blush Logan had ever seen spread on his cheeks. "Uh."

"So, I'm yours, huh?" Logan sought Scott's gaze in the rear mirror, letting him know with a lazy grin he wasn’t averse to this development in the least.

"That wasn’t … I mean, I was only trying …" Scott buried his face in his hands in embarrassment but looked up again with a shaky breath when Logan rested one hand on his thigh, in a gesture at least as possessive as that little stunt earlier. No, Scott Summers wasn’t someone to shy away from a challenge, given enough time, not even one concerning his troubled private life it seemed. "I guess, yeah. If you want the job. It's not exactly an easy one, you know."

"Guys like us don't do easy." Logan gave that attractive, long leg a firm squeeze, nothing short of a promise, before letting go again because that wasn’t happening before he could be sure the guy would have sobered up all the way. Every now and then, he could actually be a gentleman. And there was no hurry about anything as he knew now. Not now when Scott would hopefully finally let him in all the way. Or at least enough to pull him back from that abyss that Jean's death had created in his life – in both their lives – for good. "Far as I'm concerned? Worth it though."

Scott's still slightly abashed but very sincere smile as he was the one to reach for Logan's hand again this time said enough.

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redrobin-detective · 20 days

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D'you have any particular thoughts about the X-men?

Nope, other than my dad, Logan and my daughter, Laura Kinney I really have no interest in the Xmen. I'm sure they're fine but yeah, never been my focus.

#Me: ugh I just don't vibe with Marvel characters #*Logan and Laura exist*#Me: EXCEPT YOU GUYS #fun fact: the first X23 volume was the Very First Comic I ever bought when I was 12ish?#I liked Xmen Evolution and was fascinated by the wolverine clone #you have no idea how hard I wept when my girl went mainstream in the Logan movie #never a Marvel fan but a Laura Kinney stan 25/8 forever and ever

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spookyfoxdreamer · 6 months

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#Wolverine Vol 2 Comic book no 1DF.SIGNED is worth $132 Dollars and 25/100¢ on January 10th 1972 AD rat Year

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dispatchdcu · 2 years

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hugshughes · 5 months

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Rose Bowl, Baby! J. McCarthy

JJ McCarthy x fem!reader

synopsis - JJ wins it all, and he has his girl right with him the whole time.

wc - 2k!

contains - THIS IS SOOOOOO CUTE AWWW, cursing, stressed!reader (ME TOO AS FUCK), fluff, kissinnnnnnn, hugginnnnn, cute shit, FUCK THE TIDE :D, um that's it! oh established relationship!

an - unedited lol sorry i just wrote this in like two hours! 😭JJ😭BABY😭WON😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I WAS SHOUTING AND SCREAMING AND I DANCED. especially because my mother, brother, and sister were all pulling for Bama to make me mad. LAUGHED IN THEIR FACES LMAOOOOO. i was on facetime with my man for like half the game since i am a umich student... WAIT DO U GUYS KNOW THAT....? i dont think ive told u guys that... SURPRISE!!!!!! anyway no one reads these anyway so. ENJOYYYYYYYYYYY :)))))))!

One minute and thirty eight seconds. One minute and thirty eight seconds, that's how long JJ and the Wolverine's offense had to score a touchdown. 2nd & Goal, four yards to go. You held JJ's mom's hand as you took deep breaths, desperately trying to calm down. JJ could do this, you knew it. You stared him down as he stood infront of Coach Harbaugh, Alabama had called the last time out of the game.

Michigan needed this score to take the game to overtime. JJ knew, you knew, everyone did. Once JJ clapped in the middle of the huddle, the offense started dispersing back into their spots on the field. Jay's eyes met yours, they had multiple times all night. He knew exactly where you sat, he'd made you text him your seat numbers before the game. You let go of his mom's hand and gestured your hands over your ears, headphones, you always told him. Just pretend it's just you and your guys. Block out everything else. He nodded at you, cracking a little smile before taking a deep breath and running out to the field, putting his helmet back on. His mom melted over the interaction, leaving you blushing.

You crossed your fingers and said a prayer, you'd prayed more than once tonight, you'd been praying about this games for weeks. You held his mom's hand in one of yours, and gripped your 'J' necklace in your other, bouncing on the balls of your feet. The play clock was running low, JJ clapped his hands, beckoning for the ball. It went straight to his hands, he looked around for maybe a second before passing precisely to Roman. He caught it, he had an open lane, he's in the end zone! Holy shit, he's in the end zone!

You jumped, screaming JJ's name, turning to hug his parents. You jumped up and down, a grin wide on your face as you cheered for your boy. His mom wrapped an arm around you as you watched him tearily.

The next Michigan drive was messy, and had you scared, but when the time ran out, you were jumping up and down, shouting and cheering, hugging everyone around.

"Our boy did it!"

You nodded, laughing as you wiped tears from your eyes. The game wasn't over, you knew that. JJ's eyes found yours again, he shook his head in disbelief with a grin, gesturing headphones to you. You nodded, fanning your face from the tears, but smiling so wide it didn't matter.

You sighed happily when you watched Alabama defer their OT possession, that's what JJ wanted, if the game went to overtime, he wanted to go first, it would put more pressure on The Crimson Tide to go second in the long run.

You held your necklace close to your mouth as you closed your eyes, letting out deep breaths. JJ had this, you knew it.

The offensive and defensive lines faced each other at the Alabama 25. JJ clapped, the ball was sent straight to his hands, he quickly handed the ball off the Blake, who scurried around the defenders, landing at the Alabama 17. 'Thank God for Blake Corum' you whispered to yourself.

You saw JJ hiding a smile behind his mouth guard, and you knew this was it. Jay claps, and the ball is snapped straight to him, the ball goes straight to Blake, who has a completely open lane.

"Go Blake, go!"

You screamed out, feeling Megan's hand grip yours. You held your intertwined hands up, watching Blake run. He was in the end zone, yes!

"Yes! JJ, yes!"

You screamed, jumping up and down you as watched your boy cheer. He did it! Thank God! You hugged everyone again, cheering some more when the kick went through the posts. The game still wasn't over, the defense still had to come out and play this game. You knew JJ wouldn't be able to assist his team anymore on the field, but you also knew he was now gonna be the biggest hype man for his defensive teammates.

You bit on your dark blue acrylic nails as you watched Alabama line up at the Michigan 25. You winced as the game went from 3rd & goal at the Michigan 14 to 4th & goal at the Michigan 3. One more play, make or break.

You saw Jalen Milroe clap for the ball, and run straight into the O-line of Michigan. Nothing! He got nothing! Oh my God, Michigan won! You watched JJ sprint onto the field as you screamed, jumping up and down for the third time. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you shouted, hugging Michigan fans you didn't know. Your smile couldn't have been punched off of your face.

The blue and maize confetti flew, you watched tearily as the Michigan guys flooded the field. You watched JJ grab his rose, talking to a reporter. His bright smile and gorgeous face was spread on every screen in the stadium. Your boy had done it, finally. You watched as your sweet boy accepted the Rose Bowl trophy with Blake, his smile never leaving his face.

You ran down the few rows to the bottom row of the bleachers, standing with other Michigan player families as the boys were dispersing back to the sideline, finding their loved ones. JJ, being the star quarterback he was, took a while longer to get over to you guys, but it didn't matter to you.

You two locked eyes, matching smiles on your faces as he ran over to your group. You let him talk to his parents and sisters first, before he moved over to you.

"Come'ere baby!"

You grinned as you leaned down over the barrier, JJ's hands grabbing at your waist to safely pull you closer, kissing you passionately. Your hands cupped his face, as you both smiled into the kiss. You pulled away, whispering to him with a big smile.

"You did it lovey!"

He nodded, his bright smile lighting up your heart.

"Can you just jump the barrier instead of going back through the halls?"

"S'that allowed?"

He looked around, quickly asking an employee of the stadium standing down against the barrier. The employee looked at JJ with wide eyes, nodding at the quarterback, though he probably didn't exactly have the position to answer him.

"See? You're fine, c'mon angel!"

You looked around, seeing one of the guy's little brother being passed over the barrier, then to Megan who shrugged with a smile, nodding for you to go ahead. You slide your phone in the pocket of your jeans, sitting on the barrier before turning around towards JJ, who held his hands on your waist.

"Can't believe I'm doin' this."

JJ laughed, pulling you down as you slightly jumped off the wall, down into his arms on the field. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"I'm so proud of you, Jay. You are so talented, baby."

He pulled away from you, cupping your face with his hands, touching his forehead to yours.

"Just had to remember my headphones, like always."

You nodded, laughing and kissing him again, JJ leaned back, your feet leaving the ground for a few seconds as he kissed you. You both pulled away giggling. You got a random burst of energy, electricity pulsing through your veins.

"Ah! Oh my God, you won!"

You pulled away from JJ, grabbing his hands and jumping up and down. His smile widened, he was so, absolutely in love with you, but watching you support him so wholeheartedly, made his heart squeeze extra with love.

"Yeah! I got the Rose Bowl, baby!"

JJ's family came through the tunnel, having chose the safer route to get to the field. He hugged his family, talking with them and taking pictures. You took a few of them on your phone, smiling sadly at how cute they were.

"Angel! Come take a picture with me!"

You smiled, nodding as you went over to your smiley boyfriend. He took his winner's hat off and plopped it onto your head, it was sweaty, but you didn't care. You did one picture standing next to each other, his arm around your hips as you both smiled brightly. Then there was one where JJ kissed your cheek out of nowhere, then another taken the moment after where you both laughed as you wiped the eyeblack he spread to you off of your cheek.

They were adorable, objectively. Your group was soon exiting down the tunnel, bidding JJ goodbye with a quick kiss as he walked back towards the locker room.

Once you were all reunited with JJ he told you all he wanted to go back to the hotel and get food delivered to the hotel. That was your boy, even after the big win all he wanted to do was go back to his bed.

You got back to the hotel after a long car ride through Rose Bowl traffic, and quickly went up to your room. You and JJ were sharing, though he was technically supposed to be in his football assigned hotel room, he was crashing in yours. His parents knew, you two were trusted, and old enough to make your own decisions.

You showered as Jay laid in your bed, watching the Texas and Washington game. You came out of the bathroom in your pajamas, quickly crawling into bed next to JJ. He pulled you inbetween his legs, wrapping his arms around your middle. You were both tired, him more than you. You noticed the plastic bag sitting on the nightstand.

"What'd you get us to eat?"

You kissed him when he told you he got chicken tenders. You both watched the Sugar Bowl as you ate your dinner. You both got up to throw away your trash and brush your teeth before turning off all the lights and getting right back in bed. JJ watched the game as you laid on his chest, scrolling through your phone, showing him TikToks and Instagram posts of videos taken of you two from the game every little bit. You two were going viral among the teenage girls and fan pages.

When the game finished JJ turned off the TV, and you put your phone away as you two shifted so that JJ was laying with his head on your chest. You played with his sandy hair as you talked.

"I still can't believe all of it, it's just crazy."

"Well I can believe it, I knew you could do it. You know I was scared when we were getting close to the end of regulation, but then I saw you smile right before your last play of the regulation TD run, you know right before Roman got the touchdown, and I just knew it."

JJ looked up at you in the dark, he had hearts in his eyes. You were everything to him, just completely everything.

"I love you so much."

"I love you, baby. 'M so proud of you."

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starberry-cupcake · 2 months

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I didn't even give you time to rest and we're back for another round of this. Let's give it up for our sponsor @lady-harrowhark who has helped me get here ♥

previously, on the 1st entry of tlt, aka gideon the ninth:

this happened

also, I was made aware of the fact that there's a 4th book happening?????

??????

I thought they were three, I thought I was coming into this with all the answers out and available

emily has already explained to me the situation and I am taking it very well

I'm very at peace with the fact that I'm gonna have to wait

this is how you all feel, huh?

now, get ready for harrowbean the ninth:

we start out strong with 25 new names

we got a list of lyctors and slurped cavaliers

I'm assuming the crossed out people means dead or slurped

we got another ortus, good for him, I'm gonna remember him

we got another two living new ones, it's likely I will remember an augustine, not likely I'll remember the other one

absolutely no way in hell I'm remembering their cavaliers

absolutely no way in hell I'm remembering the dead

I'm gonna have to think of new nicknames

not!dulcinea is listed and crossed out, as she should be

(the emperor's new groove, indeed)

we've got yandere simulator twin w/inner chad

BUT we'll talk about that in a sec

and then there's harrow

and where gideon should be we got g̵̙͉͚̼̾̽̓̏̾̒̒̂̎͆̕͝ͅi̸̱͍͕̎̆̾̐̇̍̀̎d̷̨̪̙̭̮̜̼͆͆e̴̡̻̰̞̓̈́̋͂̇̐̇̀̓̈́̿̅̚ǫ̷͇̟̳̯͇̤̪̻̩̤̒̅͐͛̒̃͑̂͌́͝ͅn̵̢̙͔̩̗͇͎̻͕̲̮͙̞̓͆̋̈́̿͑͋̈̒͌̀͐̕̚͜͜ ̷͍̫̝̖̮̺̩͖͕̞̾̀͂s̶̖͓̗̩̹̹̥͉̘̄͑͒̾̔͋̑͝h̷̯̲̞͗ơ̵̢͕͙̤̳͎̟̳̖͕͓͋̃̀̉̔̎̈́͆̏̄ͅṷ̴̧̨̢̦̭͈̰͓̪̱̠͓̈̿͆̇̀͑͜ľ̴̨͍͖̘̠̖͎̤̮̱̻͚̑̄͑d̸̢̛̛̻̙̪͙̖̋̃̄͛̅̀̃̐̈̿̏̏͘ ̷̢͚̦̱̩̬̟̺̀̄̈́͂͋̂̄̊̾́́̾̆̄b̷̡͕̲̗͇̠̗͓̈́̍̽͊̇͜ę̴̢̡̱͓̱͉̩̖͇̠͇͎̪̟͗ ̵̪̭͔̊̿͜h̸̢̛̙͍͎͖̻̟̗̫̄̐̀̄̃̽͑̚̕͠ͅe̵̘̳͆̉̿̔͘͘r̸̦̰͌̒̐̓̽́̾͋̏͝ȩ̶̢̖̩͙̗͚̲̈́͠ͅ ̶̡͌̃̏̐̑̀̄̉̀̈́͐̀͊̀͠

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I don't know

I think maybe la gideon del 9 isn't totally gone

maybe it's true, maybe it's wishful thinking

maybe her soul got back into her body like when you dream you're falling

her body slurped it back like a noodle

and her demigod powers regenerated her like wolverine

and camilla removed her from the location

and they're both alive and well

don't correct me, let me have this

me, waiting for camilla to come back

after all of this info and the poem/hymn/whatnot we got a prologue which starts with "the night before the emperor's murder"

WELL

OK THEN

WHAT HAPPENED WITH BEING GOD????

the emperor's new clothes and all, he was naked all along

this man is a joke, this man is the wizard of oz, what's going on here

anyway

the prologue is in second person with harrow's pv

I think I have experienced harrow's pv before while reading gideon

hoping for her to focus on one important issue and getting frustrated was very much harrow's pv

harrow is in some sort of battle situation getting directed by the emperor and, as I understand, acting in coordination with the other living lyctors

but also harrow is doing something she shouldn't be doing and they're telling her not to do it

which is like, the harrowest thing to do

so yandere twin comes in to talk to her into moving because she'll be targeted if she stays

and there's a moment when I was like...wait a sec

they say she has blue eyes with specks of brown

didn't she have lavender eyes?????

then harrow says "you should have killed your sister, your eyes don't match your face"

?????????????

yandere twin is very insistent on the helping but also cryptic

I am starting to stan her less

she's starting to get on my nerves and it's the prologue

she also says "choke me, daddy" which

THIS IS NOT THE TIME

gideon gets to do those jokes at terrible times, not you

gideon is allowed

so harrow gets in the fight soul-first and is spitted out of the fight and has a sword through her body

we're doing great over here guys

we're just— this is fine

we're fine

it's f i n e

IT'S FINE

I'm gonna leave the next bit for the next one because this is long enough with the reaction images that I think are crucial to understanding the feelings I'm trying to convey. I'm gonna go to sleep and possibly dream of these characters again. I'll try less pictures and more stuff in the next entry. Hopefully. And maybe read the short story that comes before book 1 because Camilla is in it.

#luly reacts to tlt #tlt #harrow the ninth #the locked tomb #harrow the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #long post #gif cw

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hessobbingincabo · 3 months

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X-Men: Hellfire Gala 2023 #1

X-Men #27 (vol. 6, 2023)

Wolverine #38 (vol. 7, 2023)

Jean Grey #1 (vol. 2, 2023)

X-Men #25 (vol. 6, 2023)

David Nakayama Hellfire Gala (2023) Magazine Variant Covers

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+bonus under the cut

Silk #1 (vol. 5, 2023)

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lunarspiral1127 · 1 month

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*sigh* I was gonna wait till later, but screw it. I gotta talk about the ending of X-Men 97 episode 9 and what it could lead too. *SPOILERS*

So, I'm mad. Because, in the end, Magneto tore the adamantium out of Wolverine's skeleton. And, yes, this did happen in the comics (X-Men vol. 2 #25 "Fatal Attractions").

Now, I hated that they had to do that to him cause I like Wolverine. But, next week's episode might lead into some other things that happened in the comics too. I dunno which ones, but I'll tell you what they are.

Xavier gets so angry at what Magneto did to Wolverine that he mindwipes him, putting Magneto in a catatonic state. Like, it could be the last straw in the show, and Xavier does this.

This leads to the origin and the first appearance of Onslaught, an entity created with both Xavier and Magneto's consciousness. He's a combination of both their dark and negative thoughts and feelings (Xavier's was suppressed for years). Now, Onslaught would be a "holy crap, we're screwed" moment if he did show up or hint of him in the finale.

Wolverine survives, but his healing factor gets burned out, but he gains his bone claws. He might leave the X-Men like Storm did when she lost her powers. However, he does go feral and becomes more of a beast due to his mutation. If this does happen in the show, I wonder how he'll regain his healing factor and his humanity if the show gets a second season.

Wolverine, in the comics, does get his adamantium back into his skeleton, but the one to do that was Apocalypse, and that was just to brainwash him and turn him into the Horsemen of Death. I don't think that's gonna happen cause the show has been leaving so many hints of Gambit being the one who'll become that Horseman.

And, that's all that I can think of that could happen in the finale that are from the comics. Again, I'm not sure which will happen next week, but it'll be a doozy.

#x men 97 #xmen 97 #x-men 97 #x men 97 spoilers #xmen 97 spoilers #x-men 97 spoilers #marvel #magneto #magnus #wolverine #logan howlett #professor x #charles xavier

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drunkenskunk · 14 days

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Been thinking a lot about Lancer lately, in case you can't tell. And a thought has crossed my mind.

The various military powers that exist in the world of Lancer. Union. The Karrakin Baronies. The Aunic Ascendancy. The corpro-states like Harrison or SSC or IPS-N. Even the smaller independent nations in the diaspora outside the control of Union or anyone else. How are all the various armies of these different powers organized, and what are their respective doctrines actually like?

Let me explain.

When you play Lancer, the book makes it VERY clear that what you, the players, are doing when you're in the combat part of the game is... the exception and not the rule. 3 to 5 people in absurdly customized and overpowered mechs is not normal. You are exceptional people, piloting exceptional machines, constantly being thrust into exceptional situations.

So how are the armies of regular mechs organized, and how are they deployed against one another in actual war?

By way of an example: Battletech. When it comes to the armies of the Inner Sphere (at least during the Succession Wars), forces of mechs would typically be organized like:

4 mechs in a Lance

3 Lances in a Company

3 Companies in a Battalion

3 to 5 Battalions in a Regiment

Now, obviously I'm oversimplifying here. There's gonna be some variations, depending on the time period and the Successor State in question, and anything larger than a Regiment has it's own problems... but that tends to be the starting point. Usually. And there's also many different variations when it comes to the organization of things like aerospace assets, armored vehicle elements that are NOT mechs (like tanks and artillery), and infantry units. Because even in a setting dominated by heavy metal, the humble footsoldier has never truly gone away.

But that's just how the Successor States of the Inner Sphere do things. Mostly. The Clans have a very different way of organizing their armies:

A Point is the smallest unit for the Clans, either being a single mech, two aerospace fighters, two armored vehicles, five power armored infantry, or a 25-man platoon of conventional infantry.

5 Points in a Star

2 Stars in a Binary

3 to 5 Binaries in a Cluster

3 to 5 Clusters in a Galaxy

The Clans like thing to be simple and organized, which... can be both a good and a bad thing, depending.

In terms of battlefield doctrine, the way the Successor States wage war is an absolute clusterfuck. Tactics can vary wildly depending on which house you're talking about, and when, but for the most part? They're going to employ some form of combined arms, with mechs spearheading an assault, supported by infantry, armor, artillery, and aerospace assets. The Clans, on the other hand, have a completely different doctrine: their Batchall, or "Battle Challenge."

See, the Clans treat war like a game. It's a sport. It's not (usually) about annihilating the other side; it is (supposed to be) a means of settling disputes in a "civilized" manner. Clan Wolverine would probably have some choice words to say about that description, but that's a topic for another day. See, they want things to be an even fight. A test of skill, rather than a test of who can buy the biggest weapons or field the largest number of troops. For example: if your side has warships, and your opponent does not have warships, then you're expected to bid away your warships and you don't get to use them in that fight.

It is a very fair, but very stupid, way of waging war, and that battlefield doctrine came to bite them in the ass in 3052 when the ComGuard beat the shit out of them at Tukayyid.

... I think I may have drifted slightly off topic.

Right, yes, Lancer, that's what I was talking about.

What got me thinking about this? Well, I was reading through the rulebook earlier; specifically, going through the GM part of the book where it has the list of all the different NPC types and the templates you can apply, and how to build encounters and such. And I was also fucking around in Comp/Con. Doing things like trying to figure out how strong I could make the "squad" NPC using the rules available (is it even possible to make a squad of infantry a threat to mechs?), and trying to see what stats a tank would have, that sort of thing.

And as I was futzing around with all this, I noticed that the way you build encounters reminded me a lot of... well, building a Lance of mechs to fight an opponents Lance of mechs in the tabletop wargame version of Battletech. And then that got me thinking about organizational structures and battlefield doctrine, and...

I suppose the point my autistic ADHD-addled mind is trying laboriously to get to is: would it be possible to modify the rules of Lancer to play it like a tabletop wargame instead of an RPG? Y'know, like...

Well, Battletech, I suppose.

And, y'know, from a lore side of things: what would an army of mechs in Lancer actually look like (beyond the squad of player characters who are special by dint of the narrative), and how would those armies be organized?

#lancer #lancer rpg #lancer ttrpg #battletech #mechwarrior #tabletop wargaming

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