sassy logan

anonymous asked:

more logansaku please?

hm, I checked through my tags; I’ve never written logansaku. but there’s a first time for everything!


“Aren’t you a little young for this scene?”

Sakura turns from the bar, assessing the man before her. He is short, nearly of a height with her, with salt-n-pepper hair.  He is severely out of place in this kitschy, hipster, bar. 

“Aren’t you a little old?”

He snorts, taking a heavy seat at the bar. “You got a name, pint-sized?”

“Do you?” she returns, throwing back her scotch.

“Logan.”

“Oh,” Sakura says, blinking.

“You recognize me?” he asks, clutching at his dog tags. 

“Not particularly. Charles contacted me. Said you might need my help.”

Logan groans, rubbing his eyes and resisting the urge to let his claws go free. He’s too old to blush, yet he can feel a dull, ruddy flush creep up the back of his neck. 

Of fucking course. 

The one lady he chooses to flirt with is of course associated with the X-Men.

Quite a spitfire too.

“You’re the immortal chick Xavier’s been waxing on about?”

“Immortal, extended longevity, whatever you’d like to call it.” She grins and offers him a callused hand. “Shinobi, but you can call me Sakura.”

Logan takes her hand, grunting as she gives him a firm handshake. 

He’s so fucked.

Alone on Valentine’s Day Analysis

- softe intro

- Anxiety pops up first which is highly unusual

- “Morality, don’t lie to him…” There’s something else to it I can tell by the tone in his voice but idk what

- Logan and Roman,.,,,, Agreeing,…,.,.,.,

- Morality’s interjection about knowing big words is interesting because he’s done that a couple of times, as well as doing it once with Spanish words in Making Some Changes. It’s a goofball thing, but speaks volumes about him as a character. He’s constantly pushed aside and patronized by Logan and Roman. So he tries to assert that he knows just as much as they do

- “We’ll need someone to practice on.” “Who?” “Each other…” He says it so tentatively like he’s waiting to be mocked

- Logan fixing his glasses and saying “Salutations” is my sexuality

- Anxiety doesn’t like the idea of asking people out because it’s a stressful nerve wracking thing but he’s confused by being told he can just not participate. This video is where the sides started developing more and I think it’s where the problems with Anxiety started

- Just,,,,, the entire Logan scene,,,,

- Sassy Anxiety

- He’s not just sassy he’s actually pretty frustrated in the entire video

- “You know what people like?” “Bagels!” “What- no- maybe…”

- Anxiety is definitely making fun of Morality

- (I can’t watch the letter scene so pardon me for the gap)

- “I’m hopelessly crushed!” It’s delivered so similarly to the line I can’t think of in Accepting Anxiety p1 (I mentioned in that analysis probably) and it hurts because when Patton’s upset, he smiles through it

- Roman is so confused by the concept of not talking about himself. I don’t like his character development because in the first couple videos, he was a great guy learning to love himself, and now he’s just kind of… egotistical. He’s an asshole. Knowing Thomas, he’ll redeem himself, but jesus

- Anxiety seems shocked when Prince says “And you kill it” and his face has genuine worry on it. What makes Thomas’ life difficult? Anxiety.

- “Fuck you Valerie”

- Patton is in genuine awe as Princey slays the dragon, but both Anxiety and Logan look pretty bored and exasperated

- (I have subs on and apparently Valerie said “I have waited for you so long, Thomas, do you really love me?” and Roman said “I assure you, I love you with all my heart.”)

- Why does Prince know Spanish

- Anxiety is pissed off again because he doesn’t like all the effort going into securing a date

- Morality smiling through pain again.

- Why does everyone mock Anxiety instead of letting him finish because he makes some good points

- “I wasn’t trying to help” but the body language says otherwise. He was trying to help, but if he actually presented it that way, would anyone have listened?

- Patton and Val are playing Patty Cake. Foreshadowing?

- Also Thomas’ lil wink when he tells them to stop

- “And self-love!” Princey did you learn to love yourself and just become an asshole or are you over compensating?

- Morality is so extra

- Logan doesn’t need prodding to profess love, even if he’s bad at it

- “What are you laughing at hot topic?” “You think I’m hot.”

- Dad voice

- Take it easy, guys gals and nonbinary pals!

since the second chapter of tiny logan is fighting me, here’s an equally tiny ~sneak peak~

“Well, I’m still going to have to ask you to put it outside. Or somewhere we’ll never see it again, at the very least.”

It was quite clear by Logan’s huff, as well as the darkened expression he wore as he stomped off, that Roman was not a natural at childcare.

7

And in that moment,                                                                                                                       I swear we were infinite.

The beginning of the first session of our sophomore year (is basically new PC introductions, so this is very long):
  • DM: Wind whips the sharp rain across your bodies, soaking its cold into you even further. A wave that dwarfs the three-masted ship you're on crashes over you, washing men and wreckage into the ichor-black water. All you can do is cling to whatever railing or rigging you've found and endure the raw fury of the ocean. There was no time for preparation or even to flee belowdeck, azure sky eclipsed by the roaring tempest in a matter of heartbeats. The water and the wind leaves you deafened and near-blind as your very existence seems to tear itself apart around you. The ship crests a wave and you see before you a swirling maw in the sea that holds only blackness. Your course is inevitable. The crew has been lost, and no feats of strength or of seamanship can counter the force that has driven the weather against you. Demented laughter booms like thunder as you are swept into the hungry ocean. The boards beneath you crack and splinter, the icy water freezes your muscles and fills your lungs. The singular chaos of sound grows silent, and you sink into the void.
  • Party: *silence*
  • Logan: Alright, good campaign guys!
  • Alice: You win!
  • DM: Ahem. But we get ahead of ourselves, for this is not how your story begins. There are many types of beginnings: fairy tales often begin with "Once upon a time..."; Great epics with the heraldry of the hero or of his people. Some stories start with a far-off land, a god, and their timeless homes. The best stories, though, the ones dearest to my heart, well. They begin in a tavern.
  • Logan: TAVEEERN!
  • *shire music begins playing*
  • DM: This particular tavern is the Enchanted Beaver -
  • *party snickers*
  • DM: -located along the main docks of the city of Aowen, capital of Meroweth and the jeweled city of Silver Bay. There, an unsettlingly tall sorcerer is conducting interviews.
  • Logan: Perfect. Next!
  • DM: Alright. Who shall we start with?
  • Michaela: Not it. Nose goes.
  • Logan: Next!
  • Me: Thym, I think you're actually scaring people away.
  • John: Hello.
  • Logan: Hi! How are you?
  • John: I don't do interviews.
  • Logan: It's... more of a job application.
  • John: I don't want a jo-
  • Logan: HI. How are you?
  • John: *something inaudible*
  • Logan: Listen, sassiness will get you nowhere. I'm Thym.
  • John: Howser.
  • Logan: Howser?
  • John: Colonel Howser.
  • Logan: Colonel Howser. Colonel of what?
  • John, OOC: Fuck, I keep doing this. It's Cardinal.
  • Michaela: Cardinal of what?
  • Logan, laughing: No, kerdinal of what!
  • John: *again inaudible*
  • Logan: I understand. How can I help you?
  • John: I have learned that you are intending to travel to The Islands.
  • Logan: Yes, I am.
  • John: *something vaguely audible about an evil sorcerer and it being his prerogative to kill tyrants or something like that*
  • Logan: I do like prerogatives.
  • John: *inaudible*
  • Logan: What can you add to the effectiveness of this Grade-A team? (OOC) I point to no one behind me.
  • John: Well, for starters, I'm not stationary.
  • Logan: Excellent! Question One: Are you an asshole who will leave halfway through an adventure?
  • John: If there are monsters to be slain, I will be-
  • Logan: You're in! NEXT.
  • Alice, muffled: Hold on, I've got something in my mouth.
  • Logan: Speak!
  • Alice, in character: Agh! Oh my G0d, what, what, I'm-
  • Logan: This guy's got a deep and commanding voice. What do you have?
  • Alice: Hi, hi! OhmyG0d, hi!
  • Logan: Hi.
  • Alice: OhmyG0dOhmyG0dOhmyG0dOHMYG0D! You're Thym! THE Thym The Sorcerer! Known throughout many dimensions - and I have traveled through many dimensions, planes, and crazy planes and opposite worlds and that one world that's made of croissants - and I've found YOU.
  • Logan: Yeah, I blew a plane up with a crystal. It was pretty terrifying.
  • Alice: .......
  • Logan: .....
  • Alice: You're amazing.
  • Logan: What are you?
  • Alice: I'm a... person! Man! Person-man! Persimmon, yes, Norman Persimmon NogginNoodle, at your service, sorcerer extraordinaire of the aberrant planes and -
  • Logan: Norman. Cool arms.
  • Alice: Wow, thanks!
  • Logan, sarcastically: What can you add to THIS A-Grade squad?
  • Alice: Oh, wow, a tall guy! You look cool.
  • Logan: I'm sitting. How can you tell?
  • Alice: No, he's tall. *gestures to John* Though, everyone's tall. I'm a gnome. I am a gnome. That is it. That is all.
  • Logan: Okay, well, you can sit up on the desk if you want.
  • Alice: I specialize in invocation, and transmutation! If you don't like something, I can change it! If you don't like me, I can change it. *giggles nervously* Please like me.
  • Logan: I'll keep that in mind. Go stand by that guy. *gestures to John* Next!
  • Party: *silence*
  • Emily: *raises hand*
  • Logan: Okay. Hi. You have a cool axe.
  • Emily: Thanks.
  • Logan: Name?
  • Emily: Sheeela.
  • Logan: Sheila. Okay. Where are you from?
  • Emily: The Dirt.
  • Logan: The dirt?
  • Emily: Yeah.
  • Logan: Interesting. A woman of the earth. So you're a druid?
  • Emily: No, I'm... *trails off uncertainly* (she's a first-time player)
  • Logan: I can see you're new to this world. Um, what can you do to benefit our party?
  • Emily: *long pause* Um. I have a spyglass.
  • Logan: Excellent! What would you say is your biggest disadvantage in the workplace?
  • Emily: *longer pause* Color-coordinating. I have color-coordinating problems.
  • Logan: Okay. Now, say you were staring down three teleporting blink-dogs (he's actually referring to the hounds of tindwylos the DM kept siccing on us in the last story arc) in an aberrant plane and all you had was a crystal that could possibly destroy it but maybe kill you, sending you back in time. What would you do?
  • Whole party: *silence*
  • John: What?
  • *Whole party bursts out laughing*
  • Emily: Can I call a family member?
  • Logan: That was close to the right answer, which was: Ask Thym what to do! Go stand over there. Next!
  • Michaela, playing an 11 year old fetchling fresh from the Shadow Plane: Hi.
  • Logan: Hi!
  • Michaela: Hi.
  • Logan: Hi! *pause* So, you talk first.
  • Michaela: I talk first?
  • Logan: Well, now I did, so you kinda screwed it up.
  • Michaela: I said "hi" firs-
  • Logan, demandingly: Who are you?
  • Michaela: My name's Leilani, so yeah.
  • Logan: Interesting... What would you say your favorite color was?
  • Michaela: I don't know, I come from a place where there isn't any color. It's actually kind of scary to be here.
  • Logan: *pause* Uh, two horses leave a town, traveling in opposite directions. One travels at 50/mph, the other dies instantly. Which horse is best?
  • Michaela: Is this... a trick question?
  • Logan, seriously: No. I am asking you which horse is best: the one that dies instantly, or the one that can successfully travel at fifty miles an hour, an exceptional speed for a horse.
  • Michaela: Well, you didn't tell me where we were. In a desert, the one that is dead would probably be of more use to me.
  • Logan: Explain how.
  • Michaela: You cut open its belly and crawl inside so you don't freeze to death.
  • Logan: It's a desert. You're in a town. It died in a town. Why don't you stay at an inn? What if its blood freezes, giving you hypothermia in the night?
  • Alice: I have been to a dimension that is nothing but dead horses. It was terrifying.
  • Logan: Alright, what's your name?
  • Michaela: My name's Leilani.
  • Logan: Leilani? Alright, I'm gonna write these down. *to John* So, your name is Hector...
  • John: Howser.
  • Logan: Howser...
  • Me: Hector.
  • Michaela: Hector-Howser?
  • Alice: I'm gonna go sit over with Trillani.
  • Michaela: Leilani.
  • Logan, to Alice: Uh, okay, I know it, but it's something weird... *points to Alice* Name!
  • Alice: Uh, oh, you can call me that, but my name is Norman.
  • Logan: Norman... *turns to Emily* Sheila...
  • Emily: Yeah.
  • Logan: Sheeelaaaaaaa. Aaaand... *turns back to Michaela* Ilani?
  • Michaela: Leilani.
  • Logan, nodding: Leilani. Layla.
  • Michaela: Uh... Layla! That's not me.
  • Logan: Your name sounds like Layla. Excellent!
Leather Jackets and Sassy Children| Old Man Logan

This is a Male!Reader best friend oneshot and the VERY LAST Logan request. Young!Logan are not being accepted right now and probably won’t be for quite some time. 

Requested by Anon - Male Christian Mutant (with the powers of pyrokinetics that have faded over the years) who goes on the road trip during the Logan film along with Charles and Laura. He doesn’t approve of Logan killing but he understands why. Maybe a scene where the reader is distracted by a woman in a leather jacket and Laura teases him about it secretly, without talking as she doesn’t talk much. 

Tag List: @house-of-penguin @drewkelliii @weasleytheking @agirlinherhead @itsbrittbrattt @xavier-chxrles @rivertales @tigers-have-teeth @liveourlifelikenobodyelse @let-it-go-and-live-again @buckybabble @avengers-bucky-fanfic @castawaybarnes @katiedreamy @cleanslates @lokigoddess 

*This is shorter then the other ones, and as soon as it’s posted I will make sure to update the Masterlist!

  “Class? This is y/n y/l/n. He’s our newest student and one of our most powerful pyrokinetics.” Charles Xavier announced, rolling his wheelchair into the training area where he’d begun teaching a class. You’d seen several of the students before - Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Scott Summers.. The first three members of the X-Men. “We’re going to train him and he’ll be the most powerful ally we have.” 

Your first experiences with the School For The Gifted had been in the late nineties, where you’d trained vigorously for six months before being accepted into the Xmen. Friendship came easily to you; people had always gravitated to your personality. That was… until Logan Howlett came barreling through the front door and completely changed that. 

You had never expected to be here - fugitives on the run from bounty hunters, facing the end of your kind as you knew it. 

  “And who’s this chump?” Logan snapped, motioning to you with a flick of his cigar as Charles swallowed the growing lump in his throat. You excused yourself from Jean and Storm only to send the middle finger to the Wolverine. “Oh.. I like you. Still haven’t told me your name yet.” 

  “Y/n y/l/n. And you?” You replied, eyeing the leather jacket and wifebeater tanktop before allowing your gaze to fall on his face. 

  “Logan. Logan Howlett.” 

Logan had always been hostile, but never to the degree he was now. Ever since the fall of Xaviers School during the Westchester Incident, the only person he would ever remotely let near him to talk about the demons raging inside his head was you. You’d also picked up a habit or two of his - which included smoking whenever the world was just too much for you to handle. 

But the one thing the two of you always disagreed on was killing. Prime example - when Logan had been ambushed by several men attempting to steal the rims of his tires on the limo and in return had completely dismembered them with his claws.

You understood it. You did. You just wish you didn’t have to live in a world where it resorted to that.

  “You’ve been checking that chick out for ten minutes now, you idiot.” Logan chastised, snickering when you straightened your spine and downed the whiskey in front of you. “Dude. Go talk to her. I can’t watch you drool all day.” 

Needless to say, the woman you’d been looking at immediately turned you down and sped out of the place; leaving you flustered and Logan howling at the front bar. 

So to say you were shocked whenever Laura came into his life and revealed that she was his daughter.. That was an understatement. It turned out that you quite enjoyed spending time with Laura because not only did she not speak, she knew exactly what type of woman you were interested in. 

The two of you were standing in the main lobby of the casino in Las Vegas, waiting for Logan and Charles to finish booking your hotel room for the night. You were spattered with blood and running on fumes, unkempt hair swept in front of your eyes that were red rimmed with exhaustion. Laura was standing quietly beside you - brown eyes scanning the people milling around inside of the Casino. 

  Until she caught the sight of a dark haired woman at one of the machines, hair pulled back behind her shoulders as her eyes scanned the screen in front of her. It wasn’t her looks that had caught Laura’s attention - it was the leather jacket that had. 

The child gently nudged you in the ribs, causing you to grunt as you glanced down at her by your side. She motioned across the room with her head, her lips turned upward in a smirk as you narrowed your eyes at the woman she was referring to. “What?” You asked as you rose your eyebrows out of confusion. “Are you picking out women for me? Seriously?” 

Laura grinned widely as the same woman who you’d been staring at for the past five minutes - stepping away from her machine and beginning to sashay towards you. “You are lonely.” Laura simply replied. “I need you to not be lonely anymore.” 

  “Laura-” 

Before you could protest, the dark haired woman moved to stand by your side while Laura rushed off to follow Logan and Charles up to their room. You managed a sly smile as the woman extended her hand in greeting. “I saw the girl whispering to you and looking at me. Figured I’d introduced myself. Besides.. you’re one good looking man.” She mused. “I’m Anna. You?” 

  “Y/n y/l/n.” You glanced around the room before setting eyes on the open bar. “You mind if I buy you a drink, Anna? I can’t just leave a woman like you alone.. especially in that jacket.” Annas eyes darkened as she stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against the shell of your ear. 

  “Well then I guess I’m not going to be alone tonight.” 

The next morning after the fiasco with Charles, the four of you were on the road again. You continued glancing down at your cellphone. smirking as you had been sending messages back and forth between yourself and Anna since you’d departed from her this morning. 

  “Dude.. what the heck are you doing glued to your phone?” Logan replied. “You vanished yesterday-” Realization crossed his face as a grin quirked his lips upward into a devious smile. “You got laid by that girl Laura told me about, didn’t you?” 

  “Dude! Laura!” You exclaimed, lightly smacking the childs arm as she burst into hysterical laughter. “You aren’t supposed to tell people that, especially your dad. That stuffs just not cool.” 

Logan snickered quietly to himself as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “Just so you know.. I’m never going to let you live it down. You slept with a girl that an eleven year old picked out.” 

Turns out, he never did let you live it down.