James Howlett ᵀʰᵉ ᵂᵒˡᵛᶦᵉ

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Once again, my friends, I'm sorry for being so inactive on my accounts.

I'm just a little tired of everything, but I'll do my best to come back soon :3

Sorry that I'm not replying or doing stuff.
( I'm a little meh.)
Here a baby

eldritch, paranormal, etc. investigator oc, comics verse.

Sorry for the low activity.

I'm still tired from my trip.

"... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥."

#OpenJH #SunshineGetaway

" I'm cookin ! Ya want a sausage? Or just meat ?"

"Noo! King Kitty Wait! That was me teasin ya!"

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Gonna rest a little today 👍

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He smiled anyway, flopping back against the chair with a soft huff.

"But I do like the idea of you bein my white mage! Ya'd look cool with a staff and sparkly cloak n' stuff, I could be the tiny tank that yells a lot!"

He grinned up at her, kicking his feet lightly "We'd make a good team, right?"

Wolvie took the glass she offered with both hands like it was some kind of sacred treasure, only to sniff it and immediately pull a face.

"Blegh! Nope, still got that burny stuff in it" He handed it back with an apologetic look, nose wrinkling.

"Ya can have mine, Dag! "

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"It is! .."

He flops onto the sand, dripping and scowling.

"Next time I’m fishin with a stick and a chair. . . Like a civilized person. .. Or askin Victor ... Or askin Luna..."

"The halves face-down on the edge of the grill, they start to toast beside the sausage he’s already lined up just for Wade.

"There! Toastin' yer bread like yer royalty!"

"What, no glitter? No chimichurri shaped like Cable’s face?"

He grunts, flipping a burger

"Ketchup's over there! Grab a plate, keep yer hands off the rare cuts, and don't touch the veggie skewers, Beast'll lecture me for an hour."

He grabs a bun from the cooler and places

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"Oh! Ya mean yer gettin' pretty? Do ya want help? I mean look at me! I look really pretty good, I can help ya get pretty too... Come're, lemme lick yer hair."

"But it's hot! And I can't walk around naked! That's the best swim suit I've! ... I'll give double burgers ?"

“𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 -- 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 '𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥' 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦-𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?”

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~Independent portrayal of Jean Grey
~21+
~Lewd/Non-Lewd
~Adult themes
~Minors will be blocked
~Friendly Writer
~DMs open
~No art is mine and will remove if asked

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Wolvie lunges for it, claws out just in case it tries to float away

" 'Bout time! If this thing snaps I'm hauntin the ocean."

He clings to it, panting

"Tell no one I needed this... Especially not Victor... Or Hank... Or Logan or Luna... Or anyone ever!!"

"Ya smellin' good, Summers! Why ya've a belt around yer neck?"

"Ya look happy, whacho thinkin about?"

Another splash, he goes under for half a second, then bursts back up, coughing and spitting.

"Don't just yell! Throw somethin floaty!! …Or gimme a log!"

"Ahn? My swim suit ?"

With that, he let out a playful growl and charged toward the water, intending to cannonball with all the force his body could muster, aimed directly at Tokoyami and Dark Shadow like a living torpedo.

"TAKE THIS, SPLASH ATTACK: LEVEL JAMS!!"

"Hey! That’s cheatin’! Yer usin' a shadow demon in a splash war!"

He pointed accusingly, then crouched down, hands scooping through the sand.

"Fine, bird boy! If it’s war you want, then yer gettin the full Wolvie Tide!"

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"You should get a medal for effort!"

He gave her a happy thumbs-up.

"Strawberry daiquiris for the win!"

"Oooh, yes please! That sounds way better than stink juice!" He grinned wide, scooting a bit in his seat like an excited kid.

Then he tilted his head, curious

"Wait, yer light burns it off? That's wild … So you gotta drink, like, ten just to feel a tiny buzz? That’s kinda unfair! "

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"Hnm... No.. But... I'm like 1,60"