Makeup Post #2, Have Some Scogan With Feral Logan :)

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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Classes started so I'm more productive, have another character study, this time, matt!! 💼

Day 8: Matt Murdock

The pain is depurative. More than any number of 'hail mary's could be. This is a true penance, action without the self-pity of words. Without the excuses.

Matt takes his punishment as he has earned it, with a bloody smile.

It hurts, of course it hurts. It's supposed to hurt. Each blow tastes sweet, like pennies on a rainy day. Feels jagged and jittery like something close to love. The caress of something bigger than him.

This fight only ends one way—Matt, standing, bloodied over a pile of unconscious thugs—but first, he has to earn it. Spit enough blood on the concrete to pay for what drips down his knuckles.

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I'm back on it, decided to do smth diff, have some murderbot!!

Day 15: SecUnit | Murderbot & Asshole Research Transport | ART

It happens sometimes. Things get loud. Too loud. I can't think or focus or do any-fucking-thing but watch as my performance reliability drops. Fast.

Usually, I'm able to slip away and Deal With It. This time is no different. Ratti gives me an odd look, but doesn't push. He's considerate like that.

I'm able to get back to my room, slide to the floor and push my head between my legs before ART says anything. I'd forgotten it was watching, which is absolutely idiotic because it's always watching.

There's a light pressure against my feed. When I don't immediately buck against it, it grows. Spreads and presses down like a weighted blanket. Some complicated twist of emotions shudders through me, though I don't have the want or bandwidth to parse it.

Thanks. I send out.

Art pings me back. Stupid.

Then, after a second,

Always.

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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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IM SORRY FOR MISSING SEVERAL DAYS AGAIN i have so much more going on than i thot... have some bakuiida (platonic or romantic u choose) and be on the lookout for catch-up posts

Day 12: Bakugo Katsuki &/ Iida Tenya

There is a stabbing pain radiating from Katsuki's chest. He hunches over himself and breathes deep, trying to push it down. Trying to wait it out.

Thank God it hadn't happened during training, but the locker room isn't much better. The rest of the boys bustle around him, allowing him his space as he fights to get ahold of himself.

He holds his body very, very still.

"Bakugo, are you alright?" It's a long time before Iida's voice cuts through the pain. Katsuki nods jerkily. Talking would only make it worse. Iida hums.

"It's your heart again, isn't it? Here, let's sit down."

Gentle hands steer Katsuki to one of the benches, then rest, warm, against the mess of scar tissue that is his sternum.

"Deep breaths, in, out. That's good. Keep going."

After a few minutes, Katsuki is able to speak again.

"Thanks."

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Ok whew back up to date! Enjoy some mini bkdk 🧡💚

Day 3: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

“Oh my god, fucking KILL YOURSELF!” Katsuki shouts, as bits of rubble rain down, forcing him to flit around, pulling civilians to safety instead of chasing the villain.

His earpiece buzzes.

“Kacchan, you can’t say that.” Izuku sighs. Katsuki can see his lightning dancing through the rubble a few feet away.

Katsuki snarls, bringing a wide-eyed girl with fins to her mother.

“Why not?”

“It’s a liability. We literally can’t afford to get sued.”

Once they corral the crowd out of danger, Izuku appears in front of him, brow raised.

“Come on, like we practiced.”

Katsuki groans, but rubs his hands together in preparation of a burst. Izuku bobs up and down beside him, charging Fa Jin.

Then, together, they tear off towards the villain.

“Stop, in the name of the law!”

Katsuki kind of wants to barf.

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