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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.

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Wade lifted his hand off the very clearly irritated man and put his hands in clear view, however, he didn't step away from the man at all. Instead, he chuckled lowering his arms and then crossing them.

"Nuisance on very, VERY special occasions." He clasped his hands together and pressed his cheek against the backside of his right hand. "Reserved for special people." The merc managed a wink at the spider. His masked eyes followed the man down before he continued his, unfortunately annoying, yapping. His eyes landed back on the body in front of them. "Oh... that's good... I suppose." He couldn't really ever understand fully leaving people alive, he only did when it was to send a message or there was no real need to kill everyone. His brow area arched and he lowered his hands onto his hips.

The mood also changed after he asked about the "Dracula" thing, he felt like poking at it but he had probably already pushed it by even saying it. He almost ignored what next words came out of the man's mouth, having nearly let his thoughts wander to other things, finally snapping his attention on them and nodding.

He couldn't help but inwardly smile too, the orders that came made Wade feel like he was a part of a team, a shitty poorly put-together team, but a team! He clapped his gloved hands together and nodded.

"Yeah, no problem boss man... I have a question actually." The word 'anomaly' piqued his interest. He had some vague understanding of multiverse stuff, but he couldn't really count on his shitty movie knowledge let alone the writer's knowledge to give him a good understanding. He could use his mouth to learn stuff, he was a good boy, he washed under his arms.

The abrupt contact garnered an immediate response, seen as a slate of pure muscle tensed beneath the glimmering façade of his suit, disturbed by the unexpected contact. The well-meaning gesture had only made Miguel bristle, a feeling that encouraged a whip-like turn of his head, steered by the sounds of the mercenary's expressed opinions. Twencen drivel that he couldn't bring himself to fake an interest in.

"Are you sure you're not mistaking misfit for nuisance?" The snapped retort leaks into the air faster than he can recall it, fixing the other with a stare that could burn through paper if tested. But, as irritated as he felt, the questions that sprang forth from the merc's incessant mouth next quenched the fires of his fury in an instant. Brought low by the comparison, Miguel's gaze drifts away from Wade for the first time, spirt and body both slumping towards the floor as he settles into a low crouch.

"They'll live." Uttered with a surprising amount of effort, the confirmation of the anomaly's condition seemed to relax a notch of tension that had settled within his chest, a guilt that chastised the well-tested Spider for not simply erasing the displaced villain brought low at his feet, and be finished with it. He was better than that, or so he'd like to think. Lies spoken and perpetuated with the utmost conviction, displaced from the facts.

He was much worse than Dracula.

"I've got to secure the anomaly for transport. In the meantime, will you sweep the area? See if we missed anything?" Reembracing old habits, he had subconsciously fallen back into the role of leader, forgetting his place. That he wasn't accompanied by his fellow Spiders, but instead by one of the most persistent individuals to ever walk the face of this planet. "...If you would like to, that is. You're not obligated to do so."

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Assorted Media Sentences, Vol. 8

(Sentences from various pieces of media. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You know, you're very, very cute. You're also very manipulative."

"Relax. You can't see everything coming."

"Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?"

"I'm going to count to three. There will not be a four."

"That's the thing about war. People die."

"If you put your faith in people, eventually they're going to break your heart."

"You don't want to rush into things. You can't undo them later."

"You killed them all, didn't you?"

"I wouldn't be caught dead in that thing. It looks like somebody's nightmare!"

"We know too much about each other."

"I did not ascent to this position by being stupid."

"You just won't die, will you?"

"You take the law into your own hands and I promise you, you'll swing from one of those ropes out there."

"What the hell has my country done for me?"

"What did you say your name was again?"

"These last few years working for you, that's the first home I ever knew."

"How far do you expect to get in life with an attitude like that?"

"Are you talking about spying?"

"The worst thing you can do in this business is overstay your welcome."

"I always knew that you were the one. I just didn't have anything worked out, that's all."

"Who I know and who I don't is no concern of yours."

"You think this is who I wanted to be?"

"That's the second time you've saved my life, and I won't forget it."

"I never lied to you, you know that. I may not have told you everything, but what I told you was true."

"Oh God, you don't dance as well, do you?"

"If I don't kill him, we'll never be out of danger. It's his life or ours."

"That's a very nice suit. It would be a shame to ruin it."

"Innocent people die every day - they may as well do so for a reason!"

"Who are you really?"

"We all have our ghosts."

"With everything that's been going on, it's a wonder that we're not all crazy!"

"Relax. This is a matter of inconvenient timing, that's all."

"If you love someone, you've got to try and trust what they tell you is true."

"I don't suppose it's occurred to you that I might hugely prefer someone else?"

"If ever I have to break your neck, I promise to do it with a minimum of force."

"What exactly are you looking for?"

"In my line of work, it's best not to have any long term plans."

"I always thought my life would end like this. I just never thought I'd care."

"You know you're a nag? A very pretty one, but a nag."

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Flirt with my muse and see how they respond.

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❛ is that a challenge? ❜ @diamondcladclown

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Wade took a big step back from the red and black-themed jester. Oh, clowns, yeah that was the Gotham problem... the clowns. He can't say he was particularly thrilled to run into the rejected members of ICP while he was here. That was his least favorite thing about Gotham, all the clown-themed rogues. He turned away from her and started rooting through the pockets of the guy he just helped put both feet into the grave. He didn't respond to her "question" quite yet before he huffed and went to the next body.

The clown problem in Gotham was what made him really wish he stayed in Canada with its own problems, which were usually moose and the snow. He preferred those problems over the clowns, he could take getting gored by a moose any day.

"Depends on what you're saying is the challenge... killing people? I think I got that covered." Wade grunted when he made it to the third body and finally found what he was looking for, still being mindful of the company he had that was still alive. He hummed as he slipped it into one of the many pockets in his utility belt. Useful thing, even if he lost a lot of things in its endless pockets.

She could have had the same job but he was sure that wasn't the case. "Were you hired or are you just here to scavenge around like a rat?" He glanced at her the white eyes of the mask hiding the movement. He got up and popped his back. "Or do you want to fight?" He wasn't going to say much outside of that, it wasn't like she knew who he was, again he was coming from Canada.