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I've had four lunchboxes in my life and wolverine was proudly on one of them (the thermos too!).
The guy fought ninjas, giant robots, and time-traveling spacefucks -- he needs to be on my lunchbox. The only bizarre part is seeing the character 20 years later in a movie being portrayed as a real person.
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MOC: Wolverine SS. A vintage sports coupé built on the modern LEGO 4x12 car base. The colours made me think of a wolverine, so the name was pretty much a given.
i found these pictures at the bottom of a drawer in my bedroom.. they're from my ap bio trip that was 2 years ago! haha finding them was a trip, there are some funny pictures in there :)
a lot of the other pictures are on my tumblr
Nothing fancy, just a basic arms outstretched pose with blood splatter everywhere I had to get out of my head late one night as an exercise.
Next to his leg is actually a little of my *own* blood, so it's a DNA enriched.
Whacked it up on Ebay since so many people expressed interest in this one. ( And because paying rent is fun )
Wolverine possessed by the Venom symbiote. Venomized heroes are a cool concept I've seen explored a fair bit recently, so here is my humble contribution.
Two minifig X-men Wolverine cool and rare in the sets 76022 X-Men vs. The Sentinel and 6866 Wolverine's Chopper.
Original picture by me
Having self-control, one thing I value above other things. Without self-control I could be unpredictable, a danger to everyone, everywhere. Self-control is very important. Too bad I never learned it.
I am bound. The only thing I see is darkness. I am so disoriented I cannot tell which direction is up. My arms are weak and my head is throbbing. I try to yell but no sound escapes my lips. I am trapped. I take a whiff in through my nose. Someone is here with me in this hell of darkness. I can recognize any scent if I have smelled it before in my over 100 damned years of living. This one I haven’t smelled for years, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t familiar. Stryker is with me. William Stryker: The madman who made me who I am. Who owns the adamantium covering my bones. My teeth clench and my face wrinkles up as I fight my senses. My eyes slowly close. No. It isn’t over. But there is nothing I can do. My eyes close and shut.
I regain my senses. It’s very bright and my eyes cannot adjust to what is in front of me. A burst of cold wind hits my back, which has an old snow jacket on it. It’s been so long but I can still remember, I wore it when I was with her. I see something in the distance. I run towards it snow crunching under my boots. I see her in the snow lying up and looking at the sky. I see her: Silver Fox, my old love. I laugh and it seems like forever since I have laughed, I run towards her, ready to spend my life with her and to forget about what happened in our past. I approach her and notice something very wrong. A trickle of blood weaves through the frozen earth, to my feet. Silver Fox sinks in a pile of blood and snow, her cold eyes rolling into her head. I collapse on the ground, out of breath and out of control. Like a rollercoaster of death goes through me, seeing all I’ve loved die. How many times? How many times have I stood over the dead bodies of the woman I’ve loved? Women that died. Were killed. Either to keep me under control. Or outta control. My eyes close and I take in a breath.
I am in darkness, but then opens up to dusk. I sniff the air; this smell is more familiar than the last. Way too familiar. Creed. Victor Creed. Sabretooth. A figure walks toward me, his face illuminated by the little light showing. His golden hair a blur as he walks towards me. “Logan!” he says, not sounding surprised at all to see me. “No hard feelings?” “What are you talking about?” I snarl, feeling more uncomfortable as we spoke. “I know you lost your memories, or was it your mind too? He laughs. I can smell the carcass of a rat lodged between his sharp teeth. “I just want to refresh your memory Wolvy, ya see I killed most of your girlfriends, It was a lot of fun too.” My breathing is heavy, and thoughts are racing around my mind. My claws tear through my skin and extend out of my knuckles. I try to control myself but it’s no use. I cannot control the beast inside. “Let’s recap, I’ve killed a lot of your girlfriends, lets see Silver Fox, Seraph, and there’s a few more, it’s just on the tip of my tongue, can you help me remember---. I pound Creed to the ground, claws at his neck. “Cmon, kill me!” he screams. “You know you want to!” My claws lower just to the point where there are 3 beads of blood on his neck. His heart rate races and his breathing are nonstop short and painful breaths. I bring my claws up, ready to strike…and then I dug into my pocket, found a cigar, lit it and pushed it onto Creed’s forehead. “Arahhhh!!!” Creed screamed. “If you want to die so much kill yourself bub.” I told him as I walked away. I still heard moans crying out “kill me” as I walked away.
I woke up. I blinked. Again and again. I grabbed the helmet, firmly attached to my head, and pulled it off wires and circuits exposed. Sweat was beading down my neck and onto my bare chest. I saw Stryker through the glass like I’ve never seen him before. He was terrified. Well he better be! I am angry. I ran up to the glass smashed through it and slammed Stryker’s head into the control panel, lodging the buttons into his scalp. He choked out a few words: “You..Are Not…The…Animal…I Thought..You..Were.” “Thanks for the compliment bub, I’ll compliment your face right before I tear it off” I slammed his head repeatedly on the panels and then picked him up by his collar . “ If you mess with me again, You will be the one hooked up to that machine.” I told him. “And its not gonna be pretty” I added. I was leaving the room then Stryker started talking to me. “I saw them.” “Mutants” “ One a Super-Man, another a Man who can breath under water, and more, and more to experiment on.” His blood stained, face or what was left of it smiled. “I will find them”
I ran into the Canadian Forest’s and started to head home. Maybe grab a beer along the way, or look at some new motorcycles. Then in front of me I saw something real bad.
No beer I guess.
The Lego lion knights find a new enemy on their soil. The wolverines come from a noble line of kings and scholars but that was ages ago. The wolverines these days want wealth and land at any cost. They have conquered neighbouring countries on their path to the lion knights. The lion knights are ready for them and meet them in battle after many peace talks go unattended by the wolverines.
Super-cute amigurumi Wolverine, now available in my Etsy: www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=28482037
Visit to Highland Wildlife Park. I'm in two minds about these kind of parks. They are, however, a vast improvement on the old zoo types. Wolverine - largest members of the weasel family, had a good size enclosure but did seem to perform stereotypic zoo behaviour of repetitive circling round. There appeared to be frequent eye contact from these, which was also a bit unsettling, tho apparently their eyesight is poor. According to National Geographic, these need a lot of room to roam and may travel 15 miles a day searching for food. However, much tho I felt sorry for these, more than the other animals, since they seemed so restless, I found them fascinating, having only previously seen them on TV. Sometimes my 300mm prime lens was too close and some of these images are perhaps too "in your face"!
Done by request. Wolverine's jacket in the X-Men films.
I do requests, just shoot me an email or FM.
Feel free to use any of my decals for personal use, just tag me in the pics so I can see them!