Surprise Surprise Its Another Deadclaw Day,,,, I Cant Escape The Brainrot,, Enjoy!!

Surprise surprise its another deadclaw day,,,, i cant escape the brainrot,, enjoy!! ❤️💛

Day 11: Wade Wilson/ Logan | Worst Wolverine

“You done with that?” Logan asks, eyeing the cigarette dangling from Wade’s lips. There’s something in his eyes, like a cougar at a frat party. Wade raises an eyebrow.

“Why? You want some?” He teases, leaning close to blow smoke in Logan’s face. Logan’s eyes flutter for a second before he gets a handle on himself.

He turns, grunting. “Nah.” Tsundere.

“Okay… Guess I’ll just throw this butt on the ground then. All alone.”

He looks directly at Logan as he speaks, voice lilting in faux despair. He dangles the cigarette over the ground, lets it swing once, twice.

“Fuck. Put it out on me.”

Logan blurts, eyes tracking it like a cat with string. Now isn’t that interesting. But Wade doesn’t ask, just smiles, steps forward, and presses the burning embers against Logan’s neck. Logan shudders.

“See, peanut? All you have to do is ask.”

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Getting a jump on today cuz i have work- decided to do another character study! Link this time :)

Day 16: Link (Legend of Zelda)

There is a toll that heroism takes. No good act stays unpunished. Every life Link takes, no matter how evil, is a strike, and the tallies build.

He can't not do as he is destined, but sometimes, when he's alone, mopping his own blood from his skin, he wishes he didn't have to. Surely, this cannot be all there is.

Is it so wrong to want peace? To hope, each time a blade makes it past his armor, that it will be the last? He has done nothing but fight and bleed and kill for his people. For Zelda.

When is it enough?

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Another day another blurb, this time, hanklogan !! I saw a fanart on twitter and have become obsessed 💛 💙

Day 6: Hank McCoy/Logan Howlett

"How much longer?"

Logan blinks in the doorway, leaning in a loose-collared sweatshirt against the jamb as a yawn shakes through him. Hank looks up from his laptop, humming.

"I'm not sure." His expression softens as he takes in Logan's slumped form. "I'll try to be quick."

With a low growl, Logan stalks into the room, slipping between Hank's arms and budging up against his chest. "Too long." He mumbles, nosing into the side of Hank's neck.

Hank chuckles, taking the aggressive affection with good humor and shifting around until the two of them are laid on the couch, his laptop rested against the gentle curve of Logan's back.

"Good?" Hank asks, adjusting his glasses to look down at Logan, who rumbles contentedly.

"Good."

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Aaaand we're all caught up, have some clint and matt (clatt? mint?? idk)

Day 14: Clint Barton/Matt Murdock

"Good morning."

Clint's footsteps are light, but not inaudible as he pads into the kitchen, where Matt's going over a deposition. He doesn't respond; long enough for Matt to suspect he'd forgotten to put his ears on again.

The next time he sidles past--the soft shuffling of powder into paper implies that he's going about his morning cuppa--Matt lets one of his hands reach out and settle against his side. Clint stops, then shuffles a bit to face him.

Matt slides the hand up until it rests at the side of his neck, just under his ear. He tilts his head.

It takes a moment for Clint to understand, still groggy with sleep, but after a few seconds, he curses.

"Fuck! Sorry babe," There's a click, then the low hum of machinery, "did you say something?"

Matt laughs, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Good morning, Clint."

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Makeup post #2, have some scogan with feral logan :)

Day 13: Scott Summers/Logan Howlett

"Settle." Scott's voice is low, but powerful as he approaches a twitchy Logan.

No one is sure what happened, just that one minute he had been rolling his eyes at Scott's lecture about going off on his own, and the next, he was bristling, baring his fangs and pulling back to hide in the ruins of the building they'd just evacuated.

Logan growls at him and snaps his teeth, twice. Scott ignores the threat and shoots a hand out to grasp at the back of his neck, like scruffing a kitten. This doesn't happen often, not nearly so much recently, but over time Scott's learned it's best to swiftly assert dominance when Logan's like this. Otherwise he doesn't know what to do with himself, and that can be dangerous.

As expected, Logan's shoulders slump immediately, a low baying whine escapes from his clenched teeth.

Scott presses his thumb further into the base of his neck. Finally, Logan quiets.

"Good. Let's go."

It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it.

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Little late, but I got it done!! Have some dincobb 🤠 (coming up with pairings is more difficult than I thought LMAO)

Day 5: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth

Din's shoulder aches. He'd applied some emergency bacta once the vertigo had faded, but the pain persists. He stumbles from his speeder and drags his feet as he lurches into town, trying to ignore the searing in his shoulder.

It's late, the roads are empty, but he knows where he's going.

"Hmm. Mando?" Cobb Vanth is radiant in the moonlight, yawning and rumpled in a loose nightshirt. Din nods.

"Can I come in?" His voice is strained, even with the vocoder.

Cobb blinks, pauses, then roves his eyes over Din's armor.

"Course. Need anything?" He asks, eyeing the way Din favors his shoulder as he sidles through the doorway.

"No. Just- just you."

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