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𝙃𝙚𝙮! 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙍𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧-𝙥𝙚𝙞, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙!

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So some explanation as to where I went...

I was dealing with medical stuff (cancer-related, I MIGHT have it) for a few months and it peaked in November and got annoying in December, then I had to deal with some stuff with a falling out with a friend during all of that, and then I got sick with the flu.

I've also been rping other stuff but I've mostly been on Discord. I want to be around more! I will try, I make no promises as my health has been playing with me.

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-appears and replies to rp and dms months later as if I didn't just drop off the face of the earth here-

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The merc shrugged, what could he say, he had a type. His mask seemingly lit up with mirth as he stood over the spider and looked down at the unconscious 'anomaly'. He had a good enough guess without asking too much that these 'anomalies' had probably been causing some odd stuff

"What's all this anomaly stuff?" He gestured to the guy on the ground. "I've got a good understanding of multiverse stuff because I've met more me's than I'd have ever liked to." There was acid in his voice as he said this, an obvious sign he didn't like his multiversal alternates. "I've had to deal with a few multiverse shenanigans, but I'm not quite sure I've had to deal with 'anomalies...' What makes one?"

He now couldn't help but feel actually annoying asking so many questions, easing his own nerves, he shifted his weight onto his other foot, marginally wishing he had built a hood and or pockets into his suit to do something with his hands, instead they occupied themselves with reloading his gun that he had previously holstered.

"Spid-... er... Well you're a spider too, does Spid...er this Spiderman know about all of this? The Avengers? Or is this just... a you thing.. all the anomaly stuff?" He was curious, genuinely, he wasn't sure how much help he'd be, after all, he had run into the guy a few times as is, and just helped when he saw him or other strange spider people.

Small actions scored points, wiggle room that could be used to... temper the aggravation that the mercenary was causing. He had stopped short of asking the other to relent in their attempts to touch him, but thankfully, to his own secret relief, Deadpool had appeared to receive the message loud and clear, without his help.

"Why am I not surprised by that?" A shake of head disproves of the other's flirtatious tone, refusing to fall for it as he busied himself with assessing the anomaly's condition. Draping a hand over their nose detected an airflow, that, along with finding a pulse in the man's limp wrist, kept him well within the conditions needed for travel through a portal. "Anyway, it'll worth our while if we made sure this one doesn't get up and start walking away." To that end, he stretched an arm over the anomaly's body, taking aim as he layered the man's hands on top of the other before covering them with a wad webbing.

Feet too followed in the same fashion, wrapped up and bound securely. Staying at this for a moment or two, he had become so preoccupied with tying up the target for transport that the Spider had almost missed the merc's question, as evidenced with a "Huh?" and a slow blink of eyes, before he manages to register what they had asked about.

"Oh yeah? Go for it." It held more appeal than their earlier exchanges at the very least, which made Miguel all the more inclined to answer truthfully. "What do you wish to know about?"

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If you already have a thread with me you don't have to do this, but it is appreciated nonetheless!

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"Are you sure no one wanted you to stay? I've left before... well not my universe but I've left. Did you say anything? Check-in on people you knew?" He couldn't help but be worried about this version of himself, he had no one, he didn't have Preston or Ellie... He shook off the negative thoughts. "I'm not saying you have to go back, but! It wouldn't hurt to check in on the ones you cared about."

"I think you'll find your place... I found mind, even if it feels weird at times, I have it." He patted his alternates back. "The voices will be loud, they're the devils on your shoulder don't listen to them... unless they're telling you to not put a fork in a toaster, listen to that voice, you're just... we are. Unstable... always have been. You sound like you're in a hard spot right now, very hard... not the fun kind of hard spot either. You'll make it past but... there will be difficult things to come in the future."

He felt odd having this conversation with himself, he'd been talked to like this countless of times, and it never made sense, but now it made a lot of sense, more sense than he ever thought it could. He was spewing what he's been told, he hoped it didn't take until his alt was saying it to someone else, that he understood what was being said.

"You will trust me, like I said, it took a lot of work to even get here, and I'm still fumbling around like an idiot." He shrugged. "I've lost this...place wreckless behavior, being a fool, I'm not going to be perfect, I'm not even a hero... I'm trying, but it's hard, and I'll keep trying, you too. Don't give up, don't let the voices win, don't let faceless voices beat you down."

"I don't have daughter. Timeline things I guess?" He chuckled darkly at that one. He was listening though. He listen as his other self spoke. It was all hard to chew at the moment. Alot of self-doubt and him talking about staying on the boat. He was both glad and a little jealous another verison of him found something to keep him around.

"I left my universe." Uttering that out to another version of himself was HARD. The words also got struck in his throat. "....The people of that universe were happy to see me leave. They even made this belt for me TOO leave." It strung how no one even tried to stop him.

"I guess still looking for that. MY PLACE. I think it is out there. I met some really good people so far but, I don't know. All voices in my head are loudest they ever been. Maybe it because I am healing or maybe it just how I am." He was chewing his chin at moment.

"I wanna make a different JUST once man. Just ONE time. I wanna be the hero and feel like it mattered. I hope...I can find what you have."

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The Wade muse just fucking hit me outta nowhere lordy.

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There was silence he didn't answer immediately, not because of doubt but because of all the pain he had gone through, just to get what little he had now.

"I do... yeah. We... I've hurt a lot of people. A lot of... people I care about..." He cringed. "I hurt them the most. I've let them down so many times." He chewed his lip behind his mask. "Getting it right is... hard when you're trying to do it within other's rules and guidelines..." he made a hand motion as if waving off the notion that it would work ever. "I still am but...! I have a daughter. I'm not sure if you do... uh... you probably do." He looked the others suit up and down, it was nearly identical save for a few differences.

"I don't... remember my birthday but, If I did or cared, I'm sure someone would give me a gift... I get Christmas gifts, just a few, always handmade." He sighed "I worked for that, for that small little bit of importance in someone else's life. It took a lot of my blood, tears...body parts... so so so many body parts...an evil clone... a supermassive war between myself....3 movies..... not at all related to me but it's crazy it's happened 3 times.....wait I'm getting off topic."

"You're important, we are. Us ill-placed, misfits, it might not feel like that now but the ripples we make have made waves. The waves happen so far out though we just don't see them. You just need to stay on the boat longer." He cringed again. "I still feel like I'm not important. At worst... I feel like I shouldn't exist. That no one loves me, that everything I do is pointless that at the end of the day, I will just disappoint those around me and they'll all abandon me... hate me. I fear that deeply, I need constant reminders that I do matter, even if it's just a few people, if I died... if you died, forever... you'd be missed."

"....Do you believe that yourself? You are another verison of me. We have.....I HAVE....hurt alot of people and I never seem to get right man." He was speaking to him as if he was old friend. Maybe only another Deadpool will get it.

"....Did anyone call you on your Birthday or for Christmas? No one did for me when I was in my old universe. Everyone treated me like plague. Every time I tired to help....I just made things worst for people and usually...my happiness just disappeared."

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"Hey, buddy, sexy beast you..." Wade rubbed the back of his head, unsure of what to say. He's been there, he's still there. His shoulders slumped a bit and then he sighed loudly.

"Our actions do mean something... maybe not big ripples or anything... impressive like...all the big capes but, we've touched a lot of lives." At times like this, he thought about Ellie, Preston, and even Evan. "The universe is... shit. There's only so much we can do." This wasn't as peppy as he wanted it to be, he wasn't Capt. "Man, I am not good at these pep talks. I'm good at stabbing and maiming things." He crossed his arms. "We're... YOU are important. Just not in the way you think you are."

"You know what fucked up part is? I am just man. I am not important or POWERFUL...." He tightened his fist.

"I wish I was powerful. I wish my action meant something but, when really matters my strength is never enough. I am get struck watching the horrors of universe coming undo in front of me."

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"Ohohoho! What a sexy slutty slutty bitch you are!" He quickly took the other's hands and jumped up "Teehee! An alt I never asked for~!" He was VERY giddy.

"What brings you here you sexy beast you?"

"IT'S ANOTHER VERISON OF YOU BITCH. You handsome whore you."

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"Who's this handsome sonofagun!"

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This is like a really shitty triumphit return lmao. I'm here! Splitting up my time with @wonderfultheatre! Since that's my most active blog atm!

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"Where's my $20 Wade?" | @cyberneticlagomorph

"YOUR dollars? You must have the wrong merc with a mouth because last time I CHECKED, you owe me 20! WHERE'S MY 20!" Wade put his hand out. "You still owe me for Denny's!"

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"So, the double swords and the double pistols. What's up with that? Prepping for the apocalypse or something, pal?" -A little thing to say hello! | @volucerrubidus

Unprompted | Always Accepting

The masked merc looked up from the gun he was taking the time reloading his weapon, he had heard the approach some time ago but hadn't made it known he was aware. He lifted his right hand and then waved with the guy, a smile could be faintly seen from the indents of the mercenary's mask.

"Oooooh, what are yoooou supposed to be?" Completely ignoring the initial question the caped crusader had asked. "I like the colors going on! A mix of bright and dark. You look straight out of one of my comic books." Wade pressed his gloved hands together and kicked up his leg. He reholstered the gun he was holding after.

"Oh, the apocalypse? The only prepping I do is for a big meal buddy. Or right before the bedroom tango." he waved his hand flippantly before turning away from the vaguely bird-themed hero. He squatted down to a cache in front of him and closed it. The case made a whirring sound as it locked itself.

"But nooo, nooo. No, doomsday prep! These guns are for unaliving people! You know! K-I-L-L. The ol' spray and pray." Wade waved his hand around as he picked up the cache case. "The swords? A bit of a stick and poke but you don't get a really shitty tattoo out of it, you just get a really shitty wound!"

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I'll be returning back to this blog SLOWLY, but I am here! I've just been on another blog for a different fandom and I have ADHD and Autism.