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Summary: Then there’s Portgas D. Ace. She had so many questions about him. She hadn’t read everything the press had to say, but he’s one of the most captivating people she’s met in a long time. Why was he so reckless? Where did his spirit for adventure come from? What inspired him to be so kind? Where did he start? Where was he going next? Why inspired him to be a pirate?

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The infamous journalist ‘Buddy’ wanted to find an answer to these questions, but was it worth risking everything she’s built for herself; was giving what little she had worth the exchange for the thrilling life she craved?

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Oops 🙊 loved Ace too much. If you love him too go ahead and take a read at my new story. It’s got THREE, count em, THREE juicy chapters already out. Features Ace two years before the start of one piece.

Here’s a cute excerpt from chapter 3:

“What happened?” Enilah asked, trying to look closer at the leg he held close.

“Something bit me and it hurts too much to even…”

The last of his words left airly as he went still. His eyes widened open at the same time, as if in the night sky he saw the most terrifying thing in his life. To Enilah, it seemed like he had realized something, a paralyzing thought. She would even go as far as to say she knew what it was. It was a familiar expression, the one you got when your mind curses you with the impending feeling of doom as you stared death in the face, as if pushing you to think of a last ditch chance at escape. He slumped, eyes still wide open. His chest stilled. She could hear the last wispy breath that he took.

“Hey. Hey! Did he… hey, wait, don’t get close.”

She said her respects under her breath and ran a palm over his eyes to close them. “He’s dead.”

“Y-Yeah, but aren’t you…”

Enilah didn’t mind Taine as she presumed to rest a hand on the dead man's head.

As if flowing into a lucid dream, his memories began to play vividly at a fast pace, scene by scene, as if they were her own in her mind. The young woman would never get used to the jarring sense of reality, no matter how quick they went by. Being there, conscious, seeing it all from his perspective.

She sifted through older memories, blowing past anything recent. Five months back. Two years back. Three years back. 10 years back. Socializing was never a strong suit of his and he’d find a reason to fight with people, with or without a war. Just a regular thug, no new or interesting info. She was very thankful most of this stuff won’t clog her memory with more detail than blurs of color.

Enilah sped forward the memory scrolling, then back, then forth once again almost yet again going past the memory that caught her eye around one year back. This one was more vivid than the rest. A distinct memory, one where she doesn’t have to waste time trying to piece together. He was getting a tattoo, sat in a leather chair and holding back tears. The coward. Murder, brawls, and wars were fine but needles he drew the line.

She slowed around there, getting frustrated. She couldn’t find what she saw. He had his eyes closed and looked away for the most of it, even when the tattoo artist asked if the placement was fine. His body was trembling as buzzing filled the room and sharp pokes went into his left arm. She couldn’t feel it, but he certainly thought it was the most painful thing in the world.

There was one moment though, just a slight one when he did look. His memories soared too fast to make any distinctions but she was positive there was something about the design he was getting that brought something Taine said back to mind.

“Based on a few stupid tattoos.”

Just some more scrolling–here! It was here. His head slowly began to turn and she could just see the design-

‘Baroque Works?’

Her body jerked away, ripping her vision fully back to the man lying in the sand and her awareness highenting to the chill and darkness of the night.

“Get away! He was stung!”

His hand was off of her before she could shrug it away. She scowled at him, against her better judgment. “Don’t do that so suddenly…” She dropped the scowl immediately and replaced it with a polite expression. “Ahem, please.”

He pointed to the dead man's neck, which was slowly beginning to turn a purplish hue, “his skin is turning purple. That's the mark of a scorpion! It can still be around, we have to get out of this area.”

She couldn’t argue with that. Her chagrin dwindled, but her determination and grit stayed firm. She was so close. “Wait, if I-“

The ground began to rumble, sand trembling. It sounded almost like elephants stomping in unison. Her head turned to where it came from, just beyond the bottom of the dune.

Sand began to rise and no sooner did it click what was causing it. Emerging from the ground was a dark, large, lizard-like beast. Its name, Sandora Dragon, was fitting. The menacing lizard was probably the largest animal that Alabasta had to offer and responsible for most travelers' deaths; its teeth were practically for decoration. You’d be swallowed whole before it could properly bite.

Not even fully out of the sand, she could see its slitted, slowly opening eyes, glowing like radiated yellow disks trained solely on them.

Yet, Enilah stayed put, rapidly switching her gaze between the rising lizard and the still body. Could she just roll up his sleeve? Oh, to hell with seeing the tattoo! She didn’t mind taking the gamble and just plunging in if it meant gaining extremely pertinent information. There is at least one minute or so before it reached them, she could risk–

Enilah once more was yanked, but didn’t resist it as much. “That thing will kill us both just as quick, we can’t stay!”

He was right. She allowed his grip to stay on her as they dashed up the sand hill. Once over it, he let go of her. She ran in whatever direction that was away from the camp. She knew it would do her no good. She could hear it closing in, its stomp like crawling rupturing the sand beneath her own feet.

Enilah pumped her legs faster and glanced around the area, almost staggering once she noticed Taine was gone. She didn’t even notice they split up. She hoped for his safety but cursed her luck.

“Why does it still have to be chasing me!?”

She craned her neck around and analyzed the charging beast, its sharp, white teeth the clearest to see as it gaped its disgusting, wide mouth open eagerly.

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Agatha All Along Spoilers ⚠️‼️

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“Why is it a question if Wanda is dead if we know Elizabeth is coming back?” BECAUSE we don’t know HOW or WHY she could be alive, whose body we saw, or what it could mean?! I never thought she died, but it doesn’t mean I don’t question what happened after or why tf we have a body that fits the description of Wanda and is heavily implied to us it IS Wanda. Even now I don’t think our Wanda is dead. However, how many times have characters died but we knew their actors would be back!? And how many hours did we spend speculating what it could mean and why they’re back? Are you new here, or to the comic super hero genre???

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Deadpool and Wolverine + RomCom Tropes B-Side (A Side)

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I think im going insane

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“they hated eachother!!! they tried to kill eachother!!” WRONG!!! THEY BOTH KNEW THE OTHER COULDNT DIE THEY JUST DID IT FOR THE THRILL AND RAGE!!!!! THEY SACRIFICED THEMSELVES FOR THE OTHER!!!! THEY PLAYED YOURE THE ONE THAT I WANT DURING THE FIGHT IN THE HONDA CIVIC!!!!!! WOLVERINE LITERALLY MOVED IN WITH DEADPOOL. IM NOT CRAZY.

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Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)

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Deadpool's Gift

Wolverine x Deadpool

Notes: I was bored and felt inspired, hope you enjoy!

-> Deadpool x Wolverine(??)//Logan and Wade//Platonically there isn’t much romance//Logan is ready to kill Wade any second//set after the third movie//cock(tails)//Wade won’t ever finish his speech

Desc: Wade has been gone for a bit and just when Logan misses the quiet, he returns with a surprise

Warnings: Rated R because it has more than one fuck said lol//Profanity and an ass full of it//Minor end of movie spoilers

m.list (soon)

Logan was sitting on the couch, lazily drinking a glass of alcohol as he watched TV with Peggy. His Monday started off peaceful, Wade being gone the past two days and Al away for two weeks on some bingo tournament cruise. Wade didn’t say where he was going, just that he’d bring back souvenirs.

Peaceful and quiet were two words Logan never thought he’d never describe his life again as without ‘it was never’ in the front of them. Even when Peggy whined at him because Wade wasn’t around, it didn’t bother him much. She either wanted a treat or to go on a walk. Not to use the bathroom, but just to be outside. She was toilet trained and could even flush. In fact, before each walk, she would use the bathroom then bring him a leash. Logan didn’t bother to ask whether or not Wade trained her or she’d always been able to do that. 

Suffice to say, stillness is a rare commodity these days, living with the vilest, yappiest, loudmouth he’s ever met in all of his two centuries of life. A 24/7 corner store would close more often than Wade closes his mouth. He has learned to tolerate—well, not just quite tolerate, but live with it. It was his choice after all, and it wasn’t like anyone was stopping him from leaving.

He took another sip of his drink. However, not once has he thought about going back on that decision. In fact, amidst the thick silence he’s been sitting in, he could even entertain the thought that he might miss—

Knocks at the front door to the rhythm of ‘Do You Want to Build a Snow Man?’ followed by a drawn out and obviously flirty, “Logan~” almost made him choke.

“God *cagh* fucking damn it.” Logan said as he cleared his throat. “Dumbass you have a key, why are you knocking?” He yelled from the couch, wiping his mouth.

He didn’t bother to glance behind himself as he heard the door open a crack, “Just in case you were naked and wanted some time to get decent—okay, okay I can hear your scowl. We both know how I’d prefer to see you, and this time it comes with your cloths on, or off your choice, and your eyes closed.”

Logan sniffed the air. What was that? It smelled a lot like Wade, more than usual, but with something else underneath. Then again, Wade smelling like different things, especially after two days of being god knows where fucking god knows what, wasn’t necessarily abnormal. 

“Why?”

“I've got a surprise! It’s why I’ve been gone for so long and—hey, is that a glass of my strawberry lemonade vodka cocktail bowl I made for Yukio’s bachelorette party?”

Logan glanced at the drink in his hand, then to Peggy, as if waiting for her to say anything too. She got up and left the living room. He sighed and closed his eyes. “Fine.”

“When I offered you said you'd rather drink 10 gallons of battery acid soaked in rubbing alcohol before my cocktail-“

Logan gritted his teeth, slowly losing his patience. “I’ll close my fucking eyes, Wade.”

“Okay, okay!! You are going to love this.” Logan heard the door fully open then close. Wade walked around the couch until he was in front of him. 

It smelled even more like the irritating bastard. Almost overwhelmingly so—but it also heightened the scent underneath it. It was familiar, but not. His nose wrinkled as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. It wasn't as if he was nose-blind to Wade's scent, so it couldn't be stronger after he'd been gone. He didn’t hear any more footsteps so Logan prayed to Jesus it couldn’t be any more him's. 

“Oh wow, they really are closed.”

“I said I would, now get on with it.”

“Yes, yes, before you open your eyes, I want you to know what inspired this gift. Peggy has been a delightful addition to our patch work family and I feel she really gets me. I mean, she is me. So… I thought you sadly were missing out on that same thing and got something that is you.”

That startled Logan’s eyes open, “Wade did you get a fucking dog?!” As soon as that left his lips and he saw what was cuddled calmly in Wade’s arms, he immediately wished it had been a dog.

Wade immediately got upset and glared. “Damn it, you impatient shit log! You went ahead and ruined my build up. I had two more paragraphs. It took five hours to practice, thanks a lot.”

“I’m going to fucking move out.”

“And folks that makes it fifty! Yet your firm, clenched ass is still here.”

“Why in the name of Christ would I have sat through two paragraphs of your psychward rambling would be my question if I wasn’t looking at a GODDAMN HONEY BADGER in your GODDAMN arms, Wade!” 

Wade shifted the creature and held his hand up in the silent fox hand symbol, “Hey, class, settle down. Let’s use our indoor voices, kay?” He then pointed to the animal. “This is obviously a wolverine. The guy told me so, and he sells giraffes and red pandas, so I think he knows what he’s talking about. How many of those cocktails did you have, huh? Gotta save some for-“

The glass in Logan’s hand broke, cocktail juice and blood dripping from his fingers. The shards of glass that was embedded began expelling from his hand as he curled it into a fist, save for one finger. Logan held it up toward Wade; one trembling, angry, finger. Logan had his jaw shut so tight he thought his teeth might shatter twice over after regenerating. 

“Wade. You are holding a honey badger. Why?”

“If you sat through my whole speech, you would have gotten all the juicy, dirty, little, heartfelt details. Like I said, I thought we both deserved animal counterparts! And Peggarony seemed lonely, so really this is more for her than it is for you.”

“Those things are usually angry. It’ll rip her to shreds more than I’m about to do to you. In fact, I know I’m being held back by a single strand of Jesus’ ass hair, but why isn’t the badger?”

“Well, Grumpy Smurf, this bad boy is 5 tranquilizers in and I’m at 20–30 of em came free in the package with a 10 dollar Denny’s gift card. Even if I cheated him in Yahtzee and you took the last bit of my happy powder I'm hiding from Feige, we'd be calmer than a corpses heart rate.”

“Why does it smell so much like you?”

Wade huffed, as if within his rights. “And that’s another reason why I’m pissed off! Y'know it’s hard and personal to get your scent extracted?! I had to so you wouldn't sniff out the surprise. And I see that look, no, I didn’t, you’ve been closer to having my semen on you than this wolverine.” He tilted his head lower, gesturing to the spot Logan was sitting on… or whatever he must be sitting in.

That was it. “I’m going to murder you.”

Wade rolled his eyes. “Fine, cry baby. Honey badger.”

Logan extracted his claws and launched out of his seat, ready to do the work the badger should have the moment it set eyes on Wade. Albeit, after hearing the toilet flush, right before his claws could pierce Wade’s side, paused.

The sink water ran for a moment, then out from the bathroom came Peggy, her wet paws leaving tracks on the ground as she casually stepped down the hall. 

Logan scrunched his eyebrows. “She can wash her hands?!”

Wade gasped. “She can use the bathroom!?”

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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If you squint they look like newly weds and the movie was their honeymoon

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“Until you’re 90….”

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Most underrated part of the Deadpool & Wolverine movie is when Deadpool mentions that his girlfriend left him, and Wolverine's first response was to say, "You had a girlfriend???" because he genuinely can not fathom that this man is into women

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I don’t know anything about saving worlds, but you do.

Deadpool & Wolverine (2024) dir. Shawn Levy

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how am i supposed to be normal about this

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I can’t believe I came back to tumblr to feel more sane about the sexual tension between Wolverine and Deadpool I was feeling, glad it’s not just me