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Happy Valentine's day ❤️ (it's on my ig @ikol616 too ! so if you saw it there don't freak out it's me 😌)
I’m actually shittting myself
This is from the original x-men (1983) issue #1
LOOK AT JEAN GREY’S “CHARACTER” DESCRIPTION
IM DYING
Does this count as sharing?
Oh my queen. I admire you.
I just remembered that Honey Badger actually is a character in the X-Men comics, she’s X-23s sister, I completely forgot, just to make it clear, if I call Logan a honey badger, it’s just a silly nickname 😭 I just wanted to prevent any confusion
Cajun Dan wearing the Gambit Crop Top!
Growing Pains
Summary: On a mission gone wrong, Rogue is transformed into a five-year-old girl. Logan, stepping into an unexpected role, must care for her until a cure can be found, forging a bond that will forever change their relationship.
The mission had been straightforward—or at least it was supposed to be. Infiltrate the lab, shut it down, and get out. But Logan knew better than to trust “straightforward” when it came to their line of work. He and Rogue had been paired up for this one, her powers making her a perfect counterbalance to his ferocity. They worked well together, two forces of nature who understood the danger and the stakes.
But nothing could have prepared Logan for what happened next.
They had been moving through the labyrinthine corridors of the underground lab, the faint hum of machinery all around them. Rogue was beside him, her gloved hands ready to absorb whatever threat came their way. The tension in the air was palpable, every shadow a potential enemy.
Then they found the heart of the lab—a large, sterile room filled with advanced technology that Logan couldn’t even begin to understand. At the center of it all was a scientist, his back turned to them, frantically working at a console.
Logan acted on instinct, charging forward with a growl. But the scientist was ready. He slammed his hand down on a button, and the room was suddenly flooded with an intense, blinding light. Logan’s senses went haywire, his claws still extended as he tried to reach Rogue.
“Rogue!” he shouted, but his voice was swallowed by the light.
Then, just as suddenly, it was over. The light faded, and Logan blinked away the spots in his vision. The lab was silent. Too silent.
He looked around frantically for Rogue, his heart pounding in his chest. Then he saw her—only it wasn’t her. Not exactly.
A little girl, no older than five, sat on the floor where Rogue had been. She had auburn hair that was wild and tangled, and her big, green eyes were filled with tears. Logan’s breath caught in his throat as he realized what had happened.
“Rogue?” he asked, his voice low and rough, hoping against hope that he was wrong.
The little girl looked up at him, sniffling. “L-Logan?” she whimpered, her voice small and scared.
Logan felt like the ground had dropped out from under him. Somehow, that bastard scientist had turned Rogue into a child. He didn’t know how, and right now, he didn’t care. All that mattered was getting her out of here and figuring out how to fix this.
“Don’t worry, kid,” Logan said, forcing his voice to stay steady. “I’m here. I’m gonna get you outta here.”
He scooped her up into his arms, and she immediately clung to him, her small hands gripping his jacket like a lifeline. She was so light, so vulnerable, and it made something deep inside Logan twist painfully. He had always been protective of Rogue, but this was different. This was like someone had taken his fierce, independent teammate and replaced her with something fragile and scared.
He made it out of the lab and back to the Blackbird in record time, his thoughts racing. He radioed ahead to the mansion, his voice urgent as he spoke to Beast.
“Hank, we got a situation. Rogue’s been hit by some kind of device—turned her into a kid. I’m bringing her back. Get the medbay ready.”
“Understood, Logan. We’ll be ready when you arrive,” Beast’s voice crackled through the communicator, calm and professional, but Logan could hear the concern beneath the surface.
The flight back to the mansion was silent, Rogue curled up against Logan’s chest. She had stopped crying, but her small body trembled with fear. Logan didn’t say anything, just held her close, his mind churning with thoughts he couldn’t begin to untangle.
When they finally landed, the team was waiting for them, anxiety etched into every face. Beast rushed forward, his blue-furred face serious as he reached out to take Rogue.
“We need to run some tests, Logan. This might be reversible, but we need to understand what we’re dealing with,” Beast said gently, trying to take Rogue from Logan’s arms.
But the moment Beast touched her, Rogue panicked. She let out a frightened cry and buried her face in Logan’s chest, clutching him even tighter. “No! Don’t leave me, Daddy!”
The words stopped everyone in their tracks. Logan felt his heart skip a beat, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. Daddy. The word echoed in his mind, a strange mix of emotions flooding through him. He wasn’t her father, and she knew that. But right now, she wasn’t thinking straight. She was scared and confused, and he was the only thing that felt safe to her.
“It’s okay, kid,” Logan said softly, rubbing her back with one large, calloused hand. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
Beast hesitated, then nodded, stepping back. “We’ll give you some time to get her settled, Logan. When she’s ready, we’ll start the tests.”
Logan nodded in return, grateful for Beast’s understanding. He carried Rogue inside, the rest of the team watching with a mix of sympathy and concern. He didn’t stop until he reached his own room, pushing the door open with his shoulder and stepping inside.
“Let’s get you settled, okay?” Logan murmured as he gently set her down on the bed. But as soon as he tried to pull away, Rogue grabbed his hand, her eyes wide with fear.
“Please don’t leave me, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Logan swallowed hard, feeling a tightness in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain. He wasn’t cut out for this—caring for a kid, especially not one who had been a grown woman just hours ago. But he couldn’t deny the look in her eyes, the way she seemed so small and helpless.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, sitting down beside her on the bed. He pulled off his boots and jacket, then lay down next to her, keeping a safe distance but close enough that she could still hold onto him.
Rogue immediately curled up against his side, her small body fitting perfectly into the curve of his arm. Logan hesitated, then wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. She let out a small sigh and closed her eyes, exhaustion finally catching up with her.
Logan lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. This was temporary. It had to be. But until they found a way to fix this, he was all she had. And right now, she needed him.
The days turned into weeks, and Logan quickly fell into a routine he never thought he’d experience. Taking care of Rogue—no, taking care of a five-year-old Rogue—was a challenge like no other. She was still Rogue, still had that spark in her eyes and that stubborn streak a mile wide, but she was also a scared little girl who clung to him like a lifeline.
She called him “Daddy” every day now, and every time she did, Logan felt a strange mix of warmth and confusion. It was weird, but he couldn’t bring himself to correct her. If it helped her feel safe, he could deal with it.
Mornings started with breakfast, where Logan quickly learned that Rogue had a sweet tooth. Pancakes became a regular staple, and he found himself learning how to make them from scratch just to see her smile. Then came the playtime, where she’d drag him into games of hide and seek or ask him to read her stories. Logan had never read so many children’s books in his life, but the way her eyes lit up made it worth it.
Nights were the hardest. Rogue had nightmares almost every night, waking up in a cold sweat and crying for him. Logan would hold her close, whispering that she was safe, that he was there, until she calmed down and fell back asleep. He didn’t sleep much himself, always on edge, always worrying about her.
The X-Men did what they could to help, but it was clear that Rogue only wanted Logan. Even Jean and Ororo, who had always been close to her, couldn’t get through the wall of fear and confusion that kept her glued to Logan’s side.
Weeks turned into months, and still, there was no sign of a cure. Beast worked tirelessly, but the process was slow, and each day felt like a year. Logan found himself growing more attached to the little girl Rogue had become, even as he longed for the day she’d be back to her old self.
One night, after another nightmare, Rogue clung to Logan, her small hands gripping his shirt as she buried her face in his chest. “Daddy, will I ever be big again?” she asked, her voice muffled against him.
Logan felt his heart clench. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to promise her something he wasn’t sure of. But he couldn’t let her down. Not now.
“Yeah, kid. We’ll figure it out. I promise,” he said softly, stroking her hair.
She sniffled, looking up at him with those big green eyes. “But…you’ll still be my daddy, right? Even when I’m big again?”
Logan hesitated, the weight of her words pressing down on him. She was scared of losing this connection, scared of losing him. And he realized, with a pang of surprise, that he didn’t want to lose it either.
The Quiet Shift
Summary:Riley becomes quiet after overhearing complaints. The X-Men apologize, and she gradually opens up again.
Riley’s laughter echoed through the X-Mansion as she animatedly recounted a humorous incident from her day. Her vibrant energy was a staple of daily life, filling the mansion with a sense of joy and camaraderie. She loved being the source of light-heartedness for her teammates.
That evening, as Riley prepared a late-night snack, she overheard a conversation from the next room. Curious, she edged closer and caught snippets of the discussion.
“I just feel like she never stops talking,” Logan’s voice was laced with irritation. “It can be a lot sometimes.”
Jean added, “It’s like she’s always on, and it’s hard to get any peace and quiet.”
Storm’s calm tone held a hint of exasperation. “Her cheerfulness is great, but it can be overwhelming.”
The words hit Riley hard. She hadn’t realized her constant talking might be a burden. Feeling a sharp pang of hurt, she retreated to her room, her mind racing with the sting of their comments.
Over the next few weeks, Riley’s vibrant personality began to dim. Her conversations grew quieter and more infrequent. Instead of her usual lively anecdotes, she offered brief, unenthusiastic responses. Her friends noticed the change but attributed it to temporary stress or personal issues.
Kitty and Rogue observed the shift and mentioned it in passing. “Ri’s been a bit off lately,” Kitty remarked. “Maybe she’s just going through something.”
Rogue agreed. “Yeah, she’s been quieter. Could be nothing.”
Jean and Logan, focused on their own concerns, didn’t pay it much mind. They assumed Riley would snap back to her old self eventually.
The gradual change continued. Riley’s silence became more pronounced. She attended meals and group activities but remained distant. Her lack of engagement was subtle but noticeable, and while the team saw it, they didn’t immediately connect it to anything deeper.
One evening, during a team discussion, Logan attempted to draw Riley out. “Hey, Ri, any new stories or jokes tonight?”
Riley offered a small, distant smile. “Not tonight, Logan. Maybe another time.”
Logan and the others exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of her response. The shift was palpable but didn’t immediately raise alarms. They assumed it was just a phase.
The situation came to a head during a particularly challenging mission. Riley’s performance was subdued, and her usual energy was missing. The team’s concern grew as they noticed her struggle, both in her contributions and her overall demeanor.
Kitty and Rogue decided it was time to address the issue directly. “Something’s definitely wrong,” Kitty said. “We need to talk to Ri and find out what’s going on.”
Rogue nodded. “Yeah, let’s see if we can get her to open up.”
Jean and Logan took their cue and approached Riley. “Ri, we’ve noticed you’ve been really quiet lately,” Logan said, his voice gentle but concerned. “Is everything okay?”
Riley looked up, her eyes betraying the hurt she had been trying to hide. “I overheard you talking about me. About how I talk too much and how it’s overwhelming.”
The X-Men were struck by the realization. They hadn’t intended to hurt her, but the impact of their words was clear. Jean reached out, her voice soft. “We didn’t mean to make you feel this way. We’re really sorry.”
Riley nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “I just needed some time to process it.”
The team, now understanding the root of Riley’s change, worked to support her and reconnect with her. Over time, Riley’s laughter and energy began to return, and the team’s efforts helped to bridge the gap that had formed.
😭😭😭I want someone who looks at me like this😭😭
I feel like we get so lost in the sauce in fandom and fanfic spaces that we forget trans people exist. And it's kinda concerning. like is it cool and interesting to make a story where someone who physically couldn't get pregnant does? Yeah. But also trans people exist in every shape, form and fashion.
I've also been seeing some interesting takes regarding Mystique technically being Kurt's "father". Like yeah it's implied that she was the sperm donor parent, but it's not outrageous or even inconsistent that she would want to be referred to as his mother. She is (to my limited knowledge) referred to as a woman and uses she/her pronouns, why is it seen as out there to some people that she would refer to herself as his mother?
Now if we wanted to play with Mystiques potential genderfuild-ness then my all means go ahead. I'll eat that shit up. But that not what I'm seeing and it's concerning.
Basically what I'm saying is trans people exist and I'm tired of it being handled weird in my fan spaces.
I want more trans people, damnit
Keen Eyes
Peter Maximoff X Mutant!Fem!Reader
Summary: Peter is in love with the reader who’s in love with Scott who’s in love with Jean. Scott and Jean are to loved up to see the damage they’re doing to Y/n but Peter can see it very clearly.
Warnings: Swearing nothing major but it’s there, angst, unrequited love, character deaths (2) although one isn’t really a death in this but it is in the movies if that makes any sense at all, Scott’s a bit of a jerk, Jean’s a bit of a bitch, self doubt and all the great problems it comes with. This isn’t proof read sorry :(
Set after X Men Apocalypse but before Dark Phoenix.
Enjoy
She stared at them, at first it was with anger at the girl but then it became a sadness that swept her away like a tsunami as if all the oceans in the world had suddenly towered over her and knocked her off her feet. The boy was whispering sweet nothings in the redheads ears as she giggled. Y/n was slightly glad she didn’t hear what they were saying probably some kind of loved up bullshit, it made her sick. She never thought she’d fall in love until she met Cyclops also known as Scott Summers but it was not to be as he’d fallen for his other fellow teammate Jean Grey.
Y/n couldn’t really blame him. If she was a guy she definitely would’ve picked Jean over her any day of the week. Jean was everything that Y/n wasn’t. She wasn’t as calm and collected as Jean nor was she as confident as Jean. She sighed angrily, wishing not for the first time, that she could have Raven’s powers so she could change into someone more beautiful. Jean Grey was beautiful. Y/n Y/l/n was not. It was as simple as that. She felt the tears start to form and quickly left the living room going to her room to wallow in her own self pity.
Peter Maximoff had been watching Y/n since she walked in. He knew of her crush on Scott and wondered how she’d take it. She’d taken it as well as he thought she would. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was breaking in half; her heart being torn every which way. It made Peter angry more angry then he’d ever been in his life. He got up from the couch and walked over to the couple.
“Scott can I talk to you?” He asked trying not to let anger seep through his voice. Scott huffed.
“Can this wait Peter I’m kinda in the middle of something.” He said before kissing Jean. She giggled and wrapped her arms around Scott’s neck bringing him closer to her. Peter turned away.
“No Scott it can’t wait.” Scott groaned.
“Fine then what is it?” He snapped
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to her?”
“Who? Jean?” Scott questioned. “Probably turning her on.” Jean giggled again, Peter liked Jean he really did but if she giggled one more fucking time then Peter’s not going to be held responsible for his actions.
“No you fucking idiot Y/n!” Peter shouted fists clenched at his sides. Scott turned away from Jean to look at Peter.
“What about her?”
“She’s loved you for months. She told you she did but you didn’t care you only had your eyes on Jean!”
“Of course I did she’s Jean and Y/n’s Y/n.” This was making Peter almost it boiling point.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Peter nearly screamed.
“It means that Y/n could never compare to me.” Jean answered smugly.
“Look at you so high and mighty when it was you that nearly killed Y/n when you couldn’t control your powers!” Peter shouted.
“I killed Apocalypse.” Jean answered “What were you doing Peter laying on the ground crying because daddy doesn’t know you’re his son?” Scott chuckled.
“And what was Y/n doing when we were risking our lives? Where was she? Hiding? Trying to bring Angel back to life. He was our enemy and she brought him back to life. She’s a traitor to us. I don’t even know why Professor Xavier still lets her on the team.” Without thinking about the consequences Peter punched Scott with so much force he fell back onto the floor. He didn’t stop though Peter kept pummelling him until Jean used her telekinesis to get Peter off of Scott. She instantly sat down as Scott’s side. The boys both glaring at each other. Scott’s lip was busted, blood seeping from it.
“But if she’d saved Alex she would be fine.” Peter said. Scott when to lunge for him again but Jean held him back.
“Don’t talk about my brother when you’re the reason he’s dead in the first place.” Peter felt a pang of guilt that made his blood run ice cold. Scott coughed. “You know what Peter just fuck off!” Scott shouted.
“With pleasure.” Peter said getting up and running to Y/n’s room. It was quiet apart from the occasional sob. He knocked softly.
“Go away.” She shouted her voice cracking so badly it also resembled her heart.
“It’s just me. You know Peter Maximoff I’m the fastest person in the school. I’m also part of the X Men and I’m pretty sure you are as well. I’m a hyperactive lunatic who adores twinkies but that doesn’t seem to bother you.” He said hearing her chuckle. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah.” She mumbled as Peter let himself in. She was sitting on her bed facing the window, the blinds had been pulled shut so she was sat in darkness. He didn’t pull the blinds up instead he used his power to sit on her bed. Not to close to her but not to far away from her either. Nothing was said for a few minutes before she asked Peter.
“Why does it hurt so much?”
“Having your heart broken hurts like hell.” Peter said he knows that feeling all to well. When Y/n was looking at Scott Peter was looking at her, he’d been lying if he said that she wasn’t the most attractive girl in the school. At least to him she was.
“How long does it take to fix?” She asked again. Pete shrugged.
“Depends on the person, I guess.”
“Of course it does.” She muttered “God how could I have been so stupid falling for him. Falling for someone who wouldn’t even go out with me. I mean who would go out with me?”
“I would.” Peter said without realising it. When he did it felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest but instead of evaporating into the air it made its way to settle onto Y/n’s chest.
“You’re just saying that because I’m defenceless right now and I’m supposed to believe anything you say.”
“No I’m not.” Peter argued moving closer to Y/n so he could put his arm around her shoulders. “Look Y/n I know what this does to you. If I could take your pain away and make you forget about that asshole and his bitchy girlfriend I would but that’s not my superpower. The point is ever since I laid eyes on you I couldn’t get you out of my head and you’ve gotta be pretty special to get stuck in my head because of the amount of songs I’ve got hanging around in here.” He said banging his hand against the side of his head for emphasis. “So what if you don’t think you’re beautiful, I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the entire world despite how childish it sounds. You’re beautiful in your own way and I’m going to keep telling you that until it gets stuck in your brain like my songs.” She chuckled again.
“You really mean it?” She asked looking up at him with bloodshot eyes. He didn’t say anything instead he grabbed her chin and kissed her. She tensed before finally relaxing and brought her arms around Peter’s neck and starts playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. They broke apart, panting before she leaned on his chest. “Thanks Pete.” She muttered into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and said
“Don’t mention it babe. How about you get some sleep?” She nodded and made her way under the covers.
“Pete.” She’s grabbed his wrist with a strength Peter didn’t know she possessed. It wasn’t hurting him.
“Yeah?”
“Stay with me?” She asked. He smirked and she let go of his wrist as he made his way to the other side of the double bed. Once he was under the covers Y/n rolled over to him and laid her head on his chest, just above his heartbeat.
“Always.”
I'm so hype for the new Deadpool I wanted to draw him and wolverine into cheesy romcom scenes
There will be more /threat/
X-Men Beast fanfic comic by orcgirl 😍 Full comic here
Seeking Normal - a lovely X-Men Beast fanfiction comic created by orcgirl!
Be writing the most diabolical things for what 🤦🏾♀️
The difference between, “This writer is bad.,” and “This writer shouldn’t write this character,” seems to not be understood well and it really needs to be.
Finally redrew one of my favorite older ocs💚💚💚 my radioactive traumatized baby Renea!! i made her in for a science project in the 8th grade and she spiralled into a whole X-men/BNHA type universe with over 140 ocs😃 little me went crazy
flashback to when little Bee was lazy and didnt even try to give her black hair🙃
