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Dude I still think about how close Morph came to destroying the X-Men from the inside not because their mutant powers are super strong or destructive or anything like that, but because they’re a shapeshifter who knows the X-Men. Those writers were fucking onto something and on something.
Prankster with a dry sense of humor almost accomplished what ENTIRE ARMIES couldn’t do over the course of SEVERAL YEARS.
favorite rewatch quote so far from X-Men TAS:
"GAMBIT NEVA GO WHERE HE NOT INVITED!"
(in reference to morph tricking him into kissing rogue)
RIGHT??!!!!
Like where the fuck did everyone go?? All the X-Men are scattered throughout all of time and space or whatever, how am I meant to cope with the season ending when the last we saw of Logan was him LOWKEY DYING??
do yall wonder what happened to Logan at the end of X-men 97???? Like where is that mf ???? 🧍
Y’all hear me out,,,
• Pirate Kurt
• Cowboy Logan
• Cyberpunk Scott
• Scene Jubilee
(• Ororo can do whatever she wants, she’s a badass Queen who pulls off every look she’s ever worn)
• Emo Southern Rogue
• Academia Jean Gray
• Punk/Grunge Morph
Now here’s where things get interesting:
I am a mediocre artist who is willing to draw this. I am willing to bring this to life.
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
Ohhh my god!! I love this!! this is such a cute and fun little drabble! You did an excellent job, hopefully we see more in the future! 👏
"The Least They Could Do" (Morpherine / Morph x Wolverine)
by @makuyi13
"The ways they could make him happy if they were Jean. But they weren’t. Logan was the man, the myth, the legend, and Morph was just Morph. And they were just friends.
And they hoped to God that was enough."
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Author's Note: Alright guys I've gotten over an adequate amount of my fears and written a little one-shot after years and years of not being able to write fan-fiction! So anyways this is a really big step for me and I'm obviously very nervous, so please be nice. If I messed up on Morph's pronouns or grammar or spelling somehow, though, please do tell me so kindly. Anyways fellas enjoy I hope it's good :)
Oh I added some more edits, too. The ending is better now.
Edit: The hell have I been doing not posting this on AO3. Here you go fellas https://archiveofourown.org/works/57571678
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Logan was upset. Again.
It was like the guy was sentenced to be upset for life. There was always something for him to be frustrated about. There would be a few days, weeks if he was lucky, when there wasn’t, and all was well. But then something would go wrong again.
This time it was about Jean.
Again.
She was to have a baby with Scott.
And of course Logan was upset about it.
Morph felt bad about it, being such good friends with Logan and all, and caring about him and his happiness so much, but there was a part of them that was glad that Jean was with Scott. They didn’t know why, and there was always a bit of them that didn’t want to find out. And even worse (Morph felt horrid about this), there was always that part of them that hoped Logan would never have Jean.
It made them feel evil, wishing that kind of misfortune upon somebody, especially their best friend. And being evil was a wretched thing, they knew, but they couldn’t help it. They couldn’t help it at all.
Smart people knew better than to bother Logan when he was upset. But the good thing was that Morph didn’t necessarily consider themself smart. So that was how they found themself opening the front door and stepping outside the mansion to go find Logan.
It happened to be cloudy. All murky skies and chill, although there wasn’t excess moisture or cold. Morph walked down the slight slope, hands behind their back, looking around. Logan was slumped in the distance, staring off. Morph jumped and started, almost running, but caught themselves just in time. As they stepped nearer, they suddenly became painfully aware that they had hands. They tried to drop them by their sides, but they seemed too stiff. Crossing their arms seemed weird and hostile. Keeping them behind their back just seemed awkward and unnatural.
They shook their head forcefully. What was wrong with them? That coffee Jubilee made them must have had something in it. Morph shoved their hands in the pockets of their sweater after whatever fumble just went on. Ignoring it all, Morph opened their mouth to say “hello”.
“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”
Morph cringed. Of course what came out instead had to be something dumb. They felt their face burn and suddenly felt a strong desire to dig a hole and die. God Almighty, why would they say that? Just why? Why did they always have to try and fail to be funny?
Logan didn’t look their way, but grumbled something under his breath instead. He didn’t say anything else, and Morph took that as an invitation to sit down next to him. They brushed their long skirt, gathering it as they settled. They began to have second thoughts about this. Maybe Logan didn’t want to see them. Maybe they couldn’t really make Logan feel better. Maybe Logan didn’t care if they were there or not. After all, who were they? They were just a friend. They weren’t even Jean.
But… that didn’t really matter, did it? They didn’t need to be Jean to have the kind of time that they wanted to have with Logan. Did they?
Morph realised they were staring and studying Logan a little too closely. Running their eyes along his brow, down his temple, his mouth… Ugh, they thought to themself. That was really pathetic of them. Ripping their eyes away and trying to shift a little to seem a bit more animated, Morph heard Logan sigh next to them. As if he had been tensing his muscles the entire time he was out here and had relaxed them just now.
“You know you don’t have to follow me around when I ain’t feelin’ well, right, bub?” Logan finally spoke, his voice gruff yet slightly defeated.
“It’s the least I can do,” Morph shrugged.
And yet it kind of was the truth. There wasn’t really anything Morph could do to make Logan feel better but this. They thought all the time about all the things they could be. Thought about the sweet songs they would play for him if they were some kind of musician. The long, heart-warming letters they would write if they were some kind of writer. The ways they could make him happy if they were Jean. But they weren’t. Logan was everything; he was the man, the myth, the legend; and Morph was just Morph. And they were just friends.
And they hoped to God that was enough.
They blinked a few times. Keep it together. Clear the mind. But now they’ve realised that Logan’s shifted his body so that they’re sitting across from each other, facing each other, and now their mind’s a little too clear. Blank, even. And then Logan’s reaching for their leg and their heartbeat’s getting loud and fast, fast and loud, and then that thick, rough hand of his is touching the fabric that’s swimming around Morph’s legs, and all they can think of is damn, all they can hear is the heavy, rapid thump of their heart.
But all Logan does is touch the hem of the skirt and softly say in his tough, gravelly voice, “This looks good on you.”
And it suddenly means the world to Morph. Their heart squeezes tight and releases. He likes my skirt, he likes my skirt. They dare to look at his face. It's saddened, defeated, creased with age and worry and hardened with pain, and yet they can't find ugliness in it, because there's a sixteenth of a smile lingering on his chapped lips and an unbearably sincere look buried deep in his brown eyes, no matter how much Logan tries to hide it all and shove it under. And that's when Morph knows they would wear that skirt over and over just to see that kind of look in Logan's face again and again. A confusingly, maddeningly good kind of feeling is rushing through their veins, and Morph wants to push it away, tell it to leave them alone, but they can't. Because they do love that feeling, even if they don't know what it is.
"Thank you," Morph breathes, wishing they had more to say.
And then Logan avoids their eyes, turns his body away and it’s over. Morph could kick themself. But instead they silently swear not to say or do anything stupid while they’re with Logan. So they just sit. And so does Logan. Neither says a single word. Neither moves. It’s just Logan and the grey sky and the still air and the lawn and Logan and the silence and the sweater weather and Morph hoping with all their heart that Logan was feeling a little bit better at least. But then again, they didn’t really do much for him. They couldn’t really. All they could do was just come and be there and try their best not to fumble like an idiot (again). Even if Logan said they didn’t have to.
It was the least they could do.
HEY YOU!!
Do you like Morph? Do you like angst with a happy ending? Do you like slow burn? Do you like Morpherine? Do you wish we could have learned more about Morph’s trauma under Sinister’s control and more about their recovery on Muir Island?
Go read “The Calendar” by some_dull_scissors on AO3!! I just read the whole fic and the most recently published chapter, and I have LOVED IT!!
Please read the warnings before you read it, though! It is not for the faint of heart
@some-dull-scissors
SCISSORS!!!
DROP ANOTHER CHAPTER OF THE CALENDAR
AND MY LIFE
IS YOURS
side note: I really love your writing!! I’ve read some of your other stuff too and I really liked it as well. I look forward to future content :D
Y’ALL IS MORPH ACTUALLY FROM PITTSBURGH PA OR DID THE FANDOM MAKE THAT UP.
I LIVE IN PA IT IS CRITICALLY IMPORTANT TO ME THAT I KNOW THIS ANSWER
To all and any people who think that Morph’s human form/disguise got a “glow-up” in ‘97…
I hope you know that I disagree.
So what if they weren’t perfectly handsome or whatever? My little guy Kevin Morph Sydney is fucking adorable in the original animated show. Skrunkly twunk with a crush on Wolverine and two BOAT LOADS of trauma by the end.
But look at how they massacred my boy!
Animated show:
V.s. ‘97:
YALL I FOUND OUT THAT ITS EXPECTED TO COME OUT IN LATE 2025
HOW AM I MEANT TO COPE WITH THIS?? HOW AM I GOING TO COPE??
Guys when are we getting season two of X-Men ‘97? Like seriously though, I don’t care if I have to wait until March or April of 2025 or if I have to wait until mid-November, I just want to know when it’s coming.
I can’t take this suspense anymore, I want answers
I have the urge to do my makeup like Evil Morph…
I’ve got twenty minutes before a meeting
I’m gonna do it but post the photos later keep an eye out!! <3
I have the urge to do my makeup like Evil Morph…
I’m gonna do it but post the photos later keep an eye out!! <3
Evil Morph makeup from last night eheheh (And face reveal, I guess?)
Pretty proud of how this turned out! I’m not in any way a professional makeup artist or anything like that, so I’m very pleased with the results.
So I drawing a thing
I want to play with that belly
Everyone gains a little bit of weight around the holidays. Cooper probably gained one hundred. Or two.
Not a fan of the Walking Dead but, eh here this is. John Jones
"I'd love to be bigger—like, way bigger! Every time we have sex, I think about you growing me and I outgrowing you in every aspect."
"Hell, I didn't know about that…, but it's super hot! Fuck it, if that's what you want, let's do it!"
After he shared his most secret wish with his boyfriend, their relationship changed drastically for the better. It showed that his boy was born to be an encourager. After many pills, gym sessions, worshipping nights, force-fed meals, their common dream was finally coming true, it seems.
"Look at you! You're not even widening like crazy, but you're taller, too!"
"I've gained so much fucking weight in just a year. The stuff you inject is working so fucking well. Fuck, I think you need to feed me. I'm hungry again. I need to be full!"
"Let's fill this tank to the brim!" His boyfriend sad and gave him a bear hug—his hands couldn't reach around him anymore.
