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Busts of my Facebook (and Tumblr with Wolverine there) muses to practice with my tablet! From top (left) to bottom (right): Audrey 2 [Little Shop of Horrors] Fenris [Dragon Age 2] "Lutz" [Hetalia demon AU] Wade Winston Wilson [Marvel] Ludwig [Fantasy-based Hetalia AU] Remy Etienne LeBeau [Marvel] James "Logan" Howlett [Marvel] Garrett Hawke [Dragon Age 2] Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin [Marvel]
OK but imagine Hawke recreating the fight with the Arishok with Iron Bull and Varric narrating it
Holy Maker i can’t breathe,
London, 1943
When the other Fables asked Bigby why he’d bothered to participate in the conflict. After all, his responsibility was to protect the citizens of Fabletown, not influence of the outcome of a war between the mundane nations of the world.
In response, he’d pointed out that kind of thinking was both shortsighted and cowardly. The outcome of a world like conflict could easily affect the hidden nation of Fabletown, and since the Fables had lived comfortably unobserved in the United States for more than a century, it would be in their best interest to maintain the statsu quo. Beyond that, any contribution Bigby could lend to the war effort was just another means to bring the whole mess to its end. Too many people had died already.
Thus, he’d made his way to Europe, and had been quietly crippling the Axis in time for the inevitable invasion. He’d managed to do so thanks to intelligence shared by Sergeant Harp, an accidental friend he’d rescued during his initial strikes against Nazi Germany. With intel he received from Harp and the OSS, Bigby was able to consistently make tangible wounds against Hitler’s war machine.
There was just one problem. Harp was dead. He’d died in their last mission together, leaving Bigby cut off from the millitary intel he’d been relying on. Fortunately, this possibility had occurred to the pair of them, and Bigby had been given instructions on what to do if Harp had been KIA.
Now, in a battered pub in London, the city still baring the scars inflicted by the Blitz two years ago, Bigby Wolf awaited his new contact. He knew little of them, other than that they’d had Harp’s trust both as a friend, and a competent agent.
Just as he was lighting a new cigarette, Bigby glanced at the figure making their way through the bar door.
"Three men can keep a secret…"
He whispered as the stranger made their way over. If they were the expected agent, then they’d know to finish the phrase with if two of them are dead.
"If two of 'em are dead." The short, gruff looking man replied as he went to sit down, pulling out a cigarette of his own to smoke. He wore a Canadian uniform, dirty and worn out but still in one piece, much like most of the soldiers on the front lines right now. "Corporal Howlett, Canadian special forces. Heard you got a good man killed." Perhaps a hint of bitterness? Harp did consider them both friends, but it could have also been because of the hole Logan now had to fill in job-wise. It was a bit of both, but mostly because of the job. He had learned long ago it was dangerous to get too friendly with people, especially in war. It was probably odd to think Howlett in any sort of spy ring. He was low ranking, dark-haired, and lacking any sort of finesse one would expect to find with a spy, but as they say, never judge a book by its cover, right? There were plenty of ways to get information; Howlett just had to get creative with it.
What the books are actually like
"I do not get drunk with hookers. I get drunk with you." He huffed out giving up on taking the ring off an just sliding fingers through his hair. Eyes closed he stood slowly and moved to go get dressed all the same Giving a deep sigh he shook his head to it all and just reached out for the other then awkwardly pulled his hand back fingers rubbing at his palm. "Ich… I am sorry Logan. I will get this mess sorted out."
"I know ya will, elf, I trust ya." Going for his jacket he reaches in to get his cigar and light it before going to actually put on the jacket. "'Till then I suggest we keep things normal and don't talk about it around any of the others. Now are we goin' gambling or not?" He asks, taking off the ring and pocketing it.
By chance:Our muses wake up in Vegas, already married and no way out of the marriage.
Head pouding body aching the elf, who currently at least looked human, lifted his head from the floor staring at the ring on his hand. Blinking slowly he looked up and over to Logan, in bed, snoring, with a matching ring. Kurt picked himself off the floor slowly swaying as he did so before looking around at the what seemed to be wedding celebration. Tail twitched and he breathed out then over to his friend. “Logan.”
Kurt whined sharply when Logan asked that standing from where he had been rummaging through their pile of clothes folder in hand. True Vegas style he had he file of pictures, certificate and they had done it Catholic. Seemed even drunk Kurt stuck to his faith. Whining sharply he moved over to sit on the edge of the bed offering it up to him before dropping his face in both hands giving a deep shuddering sigh. “Gott… Logan, bitte do not be mad.”
He takes the file handed to him and looks into it. ”Damn…. You’d think I’d be too old for stupid shit like this. Wouldn’t be the worst marriage I’ve been in, though.”He sets it to the side and rubs a hand over his face, standing and going to get dressed. He wasn’t going to try and remember what happened last night exactly, he could fill in the details easily enough, but with his head still hurting he just couldn’t bring himself to care yet. ”Knowin’ this place I’m sure we can take care of this, no problem. What happens here, stays here, right?”
"It… It is not that easy." He whined out looking up at the man as he took it so nonchalantly. "Ich.. i insisted on a Catholic wedding. It.. it takes a few weeks to get it.. annulled." Even then it also took a bit of work and he just shook his head to the idea. Groaning he just rubbed at his eyes then slicked fingers through his hair. Muttering in German about how stupid he was he just stood slowly to get dressed. He was a daft fool of a man and just pausing long enough to try to get the ring off his finger.
"Great..." He grumbled as he looped his belt, looking over at the other and noticing the ring, he paused only a moment before getting his shirt and resuming the process of getting dressed. "Well.... On the bright side, least you didn't marry a hooker last night." Pulling the shirt down, he goes for the shoes, joking to keep the situation easy. He hadn't bothered to take his ring off yet.
By chance:Our muses wake up in Vegas, already married and no way out of the marriage.
Head pouding body aching the elf, who currently at least looked human, lifted his head from the floor staring at the ring on his hand. Blinking slowly he looked up and over to Logan, in bed, snoring, with a matching ring. Kurt picked himself off the floor slowly swaying as he did so before looking around at the what seemed to be wedding celebration. Tail twitched and he breathed out then over to his friend. “Logan.”
“Mh…” He groaned, shifting on his side, clearly not ready to wake up yet, or at least refusing to. It was certainly an interesting night if they both ended up drunk enough to get married in Vegas.
"LOGAN GET UP!" There was the edge of panic in his voice shifting to stand and stumble some before slipping his watch off. There it was still, a bright gold ring. But now he needed to get the paperwork or Logan might not believe him.
That certainly got him up. Using a voice like that brought out the fighter in him, bolting upright, his hands are balled into fists and he looks ready to swing. “What? What’s wrong!?” He asked, pausing when he noticed the glint of the metal on his finger. That’s when the look of confused shock set in, as well as the headache from all the drinking. “Ow… shit… What the hell happened last night? Tell me this ring ain’t what I think it is…”
Kurt whined sharply when Logan asked that standing from where he had been rummaging through their pile of clothes folder in hand. True Vegas style he had he file of pictures, certificate and they had done it Catholic. Seemed even drunk Kurt stuck to his faith. Whining sharply he moved over to sit on the edge of the bed offering it up to him before dropping his face in both hands giving a deep shuddering sigh. “Gott… Logan, bitte do not be mad.”
He takes the file handed to him and looks into it. "Damn.... You'd think I'd be too old for stupid shit like this. Wouldn't be the worst marriage I've been in, though." He sets it to the side and rubs a hand over his face, standing and going to get dressed. He wasn't going to try and remember what happened last night exactly, he could fill in the details easily enough, but with his head still hurting he just couldn't bring himself to care yet. "Knowin' this place I'm sure we can take care of this, no problem. What happens here, stays here, right?"
By chance:Our muses wake up in Vegas, already married and no way out of the marriage.
Head pouding body aching the elf, who currently at least looked human, lifted his head from the floor staring at the ring on his hand. Blinking slowly he looked up and over to Logan, in bed, snoring, with a matching ring. Kurt picked himself off the floor slowly swaying as he did so before looking around at the what seemed to be wedding celebration. Tail twitched and he breathed out then over to his friend. “Logan.”
“Mh…” He groaned, shifting on his side, clearly not ready to wake up yet, or at least refusing to. It was certainly an interesting night if they both ended up drunk enough to get married in Vegas.
"LOGAN GET UP!" There was the edge of panic in his voice shifting to stand and stumble some before slipping his watch off. There it was still, a bright gold ring. But now he needed to get the paperwork or Logan might not believe him.
That certainly got him up. Using a voice like that brought out the fighter in him, bolting upright, his hands are balled into fists and he looks ready to swing. "What? What's wrong!?" He asked, pausing when he noticed the glint of the metal on his finger. That's when the look of confused shock set in, as well as the headache from all the drinking. "Ow... shit... What the hell happened last night? Tell me this ring ain't what I think it is..."
~*~ This is your secret santa with a question for you today! What is your favorite quality of Logan's? ~*~
(First of all I i'm flattered at your previous compliments~! So very kind of you! Secondly, to answer your question, I suppose my favorite quality of his is the simple fact that he just keeps going, even after all the crap he's gone through, the fact that he picks himself back up and keeps it together, even helping others to better themselves and use his experiences and failures to help even though it would be so easy to give into that primal, violent nature like Sabretooth.)
“Workin’ on it!”He replied as he headed for the blackbird. As long as Remy could cover him he’d make it, which of course, he was. When he does make it to the jet, he calls back to his friend to let him know that he’s on. ”Ready when you are, Gumbo!”It was certainly a relief to be onboard, now he could get some of these bullets out, hopefully before he bled to death, which was probably part of the reason why he just sat against the wall instead of trying to make it to one of the seats up front.
The first pack of cards was running low by the time Logan made it to the bird, charging the remainder in his hand, the thief flicked his wrist towards his targets. The explosion caused by the charge was enough to give himm cover to retreat after the other.
Slamming his fist against the button to close the back of the jet, he rushed up towards the cockpit, swinging into the seat and pulling the control wheel towards him. Flicking the navigation controls, the thief pulled back on the throttle levers, lifting the bird from the roof and away from their assailants.
"Logan?" Remy shouted back towards the other. "You still alive back there?"
A few moments of pained grunts and a soft plang of a bullet hitting the floor before he gives a strained reply of "Yeah.... Ask me again in ten minutes." another sound of pain and another bullet on the floor and he presses a hand over the now larger wound, resting his head back against the wall, gritting his teeth. No matter how many times he had to do this crap it never got any less awful.
It’s just a flesh wound.
The single greatest scene in cinematic history.
(i dont reblog things on this blog but this was a keeper)
By chance:Our muses wake up in Vegas, already married and no way out of the marriage.
Head pouding body aching the elf, who currently at least looked human, lifted his head from the floor staring at the ring on his hand. Blinking slowly he looked up and over to Logan, in bed, snoring, with a matching ring. Kurt picked himself off the floor slowly swaying as he did so before looking around at the what seemed to be wedding celebration. Tail twitched and he breathed out then over to his friend. “Logan.”
"Mh..." He groaned, shifting on his side, clearly not ready to wake up yet, or at least refusing to. It was certainly an interesting night if they both ended up drunk enough to get married in Vegas.
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