#ORCHIS

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Holy Shit, Magneto

I was going to title this post 'Don't fuck with Magneto' and make it a sequel of sorts to my 'Don't Fuck With Ororo' post from a while back, but people already know the Master of Magnetism is not to be fucked with. Or at least they should...

What do women call him?

However, as you might expect people keep fucking with Magneto to their detriment. Issue 4 of Resurrection of Magneto is one of my favourite examples of why this is a bad idea. He'd been, for lack of a better term, burning in hell. His good friend Storm convinced him that he deserved to live at great personal risk and he returned to life - renewed and questioning his relationship with violence.

Ahem, some ruminating on his old friend.

Immediately he, Storm and Blue Marvel raided an ORCHIS base to rescue the mutants within. As is so often the case, they had Magneto Protocols. These ones were particularly focused and cruel. This squad of shithead fascists deployed and goaded him into attacking them while shooting him with bullets. Usually a poor decision, but they'd set up a magnetic trap where if he used his powers on them it'd kill the several hundred hostages. The perfect trap, they thought. So did he at first, but then he realised that if he could neutralise the ORCHIS Magneto Squad at the speed of thought it wouldn't set the trap off and kill the mutant hostages.

He was right, and this is what it looked like for Magneto to annihilate them as quickly as possible.

Holy shit, Magneto

Five cruel fascists turned into floating spheres of blood and viscera, human bodies utterly eviscerated and dripping goo. I don't know about you but my jaw dropped when I first saw it. The particular cruelty of it is that he was resolved to treat life with more respect, to kill only if he had to. To protect life, not take it. That ORCHIS had this trap for him specifically, this forced decision to either die and allow his people to die or to kill these men. It was never a real decision - he was always going to kill these men, but only because they forced him to.

One also has to wonder how much he's been holding back all these years. Imagine if he did this to Logan instead of pulling out his adamantium skeleton.

[vertigoartgore]

2019's House of X Vol.1 #1-6 covers (& also the cover of the HC/TPB) by artist Pepe Larraz and colorist Marte Gracia.

The start of the X-Men's Krakoa era (which ends today with X-Men #35/Uncanny X-Men #700) nearly five years ago.

[catghoul31]

Blood On Your Hands

Wade and Logan agree to hunt down the leaders of a powerful anti-mutant organization.

Logan recognizes their name from the mutant genocide they enabled in his original universe. Wade is more interested in the price tag.

How well does this go? Considering Day 2 of @poolverine-week is "job gone wrong"... take a wild guess.

Content Warnings: Heavy Violence and Gore

Read it under the cut or on ao3!

As soon as Wade opened his eyes, he found himself restrained upright to a metal lab bench. In front of him stood two particular individuals- the very ones he should’ve killed by now.

Unfortunately, there was no Logan to protect him. Wade had already failed to keep him out of their grimy hands, and his first instinct was to get out of here and save him. Being in need of saving himself did not help!!

And yes, their recent, uncharacteristically saccharine love declarations had just about everything to do with this. God, Wade wished that story was the reason this fic was rated M… but maybe he’d get to relive that lovely experience later. Right now, all he knew was that they’d gone on their first mission together once they’d realized they wanted a home for themselves- something far away from this cramped city, filled with reminders of Wade’s trauma, almost none of the wilderness his Wolvie craved, and corruption around every corner. So he’d taken a REALLY high-profile job in the vain hopes that the political fallout resulting from it wouldn’t matter, because the money they’d make from it- a SHITLOAD, by the way- would be enough for them to get the hell outta dodge anyways!

…Wade knew this wasn’t the best first team mission for him and Logan to go on, but the moment his partner had seen the name of the organization they were fighting against, which was some stupid anti-mutant group called “Orchis,” there was no stopping him from joining the mission. Apparently, these were the same guys who’d ruined Logan’s world by killing the X-Men!! He’d told Wade about how awful his life had been after that, and the way he’d tearfully blamed himself for the destruction of mutant-kind filled the merc with rage. How dare somebody do this to anyone?? It wasn’t his fault that these people were scum that thought they all deserved to die because of some stupid mutations, and he had a feeling that if they got through all the other X-Men that easily, it wouldn’t have mattered whether Logan was there or not.

Since Wade was all for vengeance, there was no way he could keep Logan from tasting the revenge against these fucks that he’d longed for. More importantly, killing them all would ensure that he wouldn’t ever have to go through the same pain in this universe. Wade knew there had to be a catch- because direct targets towards the heads of big organizations like this were usually filled with traps along the way- so he’d interrogated a politician for their true location before this. After he broke- and embarrassingly quickly, he’d say- Wade let Logan claw his head off!! He’d only promised the guy that he wouldn’t kill him, so he’d technically kept his promise!

A bit of boring traveling later, and the best mercenary duo ever had landed at the Fuckshit’s hidden base! Because seriously, who builds a power plant in the middle of a forest? It was Wade’s turn to do some killing, and once he’d beaten the hell out of the guards and sent them to the Void (courtesy of some “borrowed” equipment from the TVA… >:3c), they’d waltzed into a door leading to their labs, ready to kick some ass…

When suddenly, they were ambushed, and while Wade was distracted by the amount of decapitation he was indulging in- they went and locked Logan into the lab!! So Wade was kind of mad about that, and before he could bust that door open and torture whoever dared try hurting his honey badger, they’d knocked him out for just long enough to drag him up here.

So here he was. Marvel Jesus, pinned in a crucifixion pose- of all things!- and unable to kill the targets who were right in front of him. The targets… who had absolutely been the ones to set up this mission in the first place. So on top of Logan being in potentially mortal danger… they weren’t even gonna get paid for doing this. This was the worst fucking thing that could’ve happened, and Wade was PISSED.

“Oh, there you two are!!” Wade greeted, his friendly cadence so obviously fake. “Not sure why you needed me to kill you both off, but especially after that warm welcome you gave me back there, I think I deserve a bit of compensation for the job you gave me, hm? Maybe if you hand over some of your banking information, I might consider making this quick once I escape- AAGH!!” An assistant tazed him to try and get him to shut up, but his attempt was in vain. “Actually, scratch that last part. You just lost your chance to die painlessly- both of you!!”

“I’d simmer down, if I were you,” the snotty person in a lab coat- probably the lab director, if Wade had to guess- piped up. “Jeez, you weren’t lying when you said this guy liked talking, were you?” The old fart at his side nodded, glaring at Wade with cold, calculated contempt. “We don’t have to worry about what he has to say,” he said, the wrinkles on his face shifting in a nauseating way. And Wade though he looked like a ballsack!! “What matters is what he- what both of them- have to offer us…”

Wade’s eyes narrowed through his mask, and both of his bound hands stuck their middle fingers up. One “fuck you” for each of them! Wasn’t Wade so thoughtful? “Don’t care, didn’t ask, everybody just wants to see you two dead. We’ll get there, reader, don’t you worry!!” he snapped back, winking towards the general direction the screen you were reading this off of. “I bet you just separated us because you’re both a bunch of scaredy cats! What is it, can’t handle two guys burying their weapons inside you at once?? I’ll be gentle, sweethearts, don’t you worry-” He was zapped for that once again, and both of his targets wrinkled their noses in disgust at his words.

“Dear God, what the hell is he even talking about? Are you sure you want to experiment on him?? He’s just gonna keep saying horrid shit like this…” The science-y scumbag nodded his head insistently, gesturing at him to stop reacting to whatever Wade was saying. He was right, though, and they knew it!! “…Whatever. I wasn’t going to do this, but since we have our hands on both of you now, I’ll propose an offer to you.”

“Pfft- come on, you think I’m gonna believe a single word that comes out of your mouth, Mr. Dingleberry-?“

He jabbed a finger into Wade’s sternum firmly, cutting his words off with a wince. “If you say another word, I’ll have you both killed- and Logan’s dying first, I hope you know that. The fact that you’re not dead yet is an incredible act of mercy on my part, Mr. Wilson, because you are truly a disgusting individual. So shut-“ Jab. “The fuck. ” Another, even firmer jab- and he didn’t even have the courtesy to stick that finger in his mouth? “ Up. Am I clear?”

Wade nodded pointedly, still glaring daggers at this slimy boss-man. They still hadn’t done shit to guarantee his compliance- and they never would. He’d only accept two outcomes today- him and Logan killed these two and everyone else in the building, or they escaped with their lives. Fuck whatever Orchis “wanted from them.��� 

“Okay! Good. As you’ve probably guessed by now, we’re incredibly interested in your and Logan’s healing factor. Actually, I think you’d be far more willing to work with us if you realized how painful the experiments we had in mind are. Would you mind getting the camera feed running for Wade?” The lab assistant nodded, running to grab a TV on a rolling stand. Ooh, were they having indoor recess today?? Hell yeah, Wade loved Bill Nye!

…He turned the channel to the lab feed for the floor beneath him, and Wade’s blood ran cold. Smack dab in the middle of the screen was Logan, tied to a metal table and struggling as several researchers surrounded him. One of them was filling a syringe up with something- Wade tried to turn away, prevent himself from seeing what was about to happen, but his eyes kept drifting to Logan. He was way easier on the eyes than anybody in this room… and he almost looked afraid? Oh, if they hurt him, there would be hell to pay for everyone in this horrible place. Anyone even adjacent to this organization would be dropping like flies left and right once he escaped.

“Hm, looks like he’s still struggling. I know it hasn’t sunk in for either of you yet- but neither of you are leaving until you come to a decision on who we should experiment on. Really, having two mutants with the same healing factor to experiment on is redundant, don’t you think? A waste of resources, I’d say.” The bastard fucking smirked at him, like he was asking Wade to crush his head like a watermelon in a hydraulic press. “So how about this? We’ll cease all of our pending experiments on Logan right now if you agree to let us run some experiments on you. Or vice versa- you could leave, and Logan is our test subject instead- but this is the best-case scenario, I’d say! At least Logan has something to offer society outside of these four walls, no matter how… aggressive he is.”

Well, Wade, he’s not wrong. You are a filthy killer. Yeah! And Logan wouldn’t even be there right now if we didn’t want that money so badly! God, of course the voices would be a thing that bothered Wade in this fanfic. Just another thing to add to the misery pile! Maybe the experiments wouldn’t kill him, but Logan? The thought of him living while Logan was killed- just after he’d promised to protect him from these bastards, no matter the cost- made him nauseous. But there was just one problem with their argument…

“…I don’t know if you’re seeing what I’m seeing- but they’ve already started hooking Logan up to shit in there!!” Wade nearly screamed, thrashing against his restraints as he saw a needle line get put into one of his arms. “Looks like it’s a bit too late to make my decision now, huh?? Unless my ears deceived me, you said those experiments were pending!! Or is that just your dementia kicking in, Grandpa??” Every word Wade spat at them was drenched in hate- Weapon X was filled with scumbags, sure, but these anti-mutant activists were even worse in his eyes. Hating people like him, when nobody ever asked to be born or made like this… it made his blood boil.

The lab director scoffed at his outburst, waving off his concerns. “What we’re doing to Logan right now is completely reversible! The point of no return, though, is when we actually start draining his healing factor from his body.” Wade froze, because- what?? How the fuck was that supposed to work- how were they planning on draining a GENE MUTATION from them?! That was in every cell of Wade’s body, so they’d basically have to liquefy him to “extract” his healing factor- and he’d still be alive!!

“That’s not how mutations work!! That’s not how anything works, you fucking idiot…”

“You’re talking like you know anything about this, Wade… Rest assured, you very much don’t. Seriously, though, I know what my boss has said about you, but I really think you should stay here with us… Your mutation might be the most fascinating one I’ve ever heard of!” Suddenly, Wade felt his mask being tugged off, his head restraint loosened along with it so he could see the researcher grimace at the gnarly skin revealed from beneath it. And that’s our good side, too!!

“I’m sure if you stayed with us, we could keep you here for years… Not only would we be protecting society from your wrath, but all of our findings could likely cure so, so many diseases in humans! And you could rest easy, knowing your decision saved Logan’s life… Doesn’t that sound great?”

No!! No it didn’t. None of this was fair, and Wade hated this plan more and more with every word they said. He had to choose between abandoning Logan and letting him die here or being trapped in another horrible lab to be tortured daily for God knows how long…? Neither of those options were acceptable- he didn’t want the best person in his life ripped away from him just after they’d become an item!! He wouldn’t- couldn’t do this again. At that point- when he swore he could hear Logan whimper in the camera feed- Wade knew he’d have to find another way out of there.

He wouldn’t be giving these fucks a single inch, because there was no doubt in his mind that they’d take a thousand miles in return.

“…This is some way to thank the people who saved your entire universe. Just so you know,” Wade snarked, really making sure to put on his mean face now. They wanted to see his nasty side? Oh, they’d be getting it. Clearly, it got the elderly boss’s attention, as his eyes widened at the assertion. “Excuse me…?”

“Yeah!!” Wade yelled triumphantly. “That’s the entire reason you have Wolverine to begin with. I’m not sure if you were too busy killing some innocent mutants to notice, but our Logan is DEAD!! I had to find another Wolverine from another universe to stabilize our world, and WE both stopped the TVA- and some Cassandra wackjob from the Void- from ripping apart the universe and erasing ALL OF YOU from existence…” 

Wade took a moment to catch his breath, having put every ounce of energy trying to appeal to what little empathy was left in those shriveled hearts of theirs. In the background, Logan’s begging nearly destroyed his composure- “I don’t fucking care what you do to me. Keep your filthy hands off of Wade!!”  

“…So maybe you could at least thank us before you kill us, hm? Our movie did make over a billion dollars at the box office, you might wanna watch it!”

At first, he was met with silence. Then he heard a snort from the old guy- and just like that, he was being laughed at, as if what he’d just said meant literally nothing. “Oh Lord- did you honestly think we’d buy that?? Y-You’re completely delusional!! There’s no way!!” he said in between uncontrolled cackling. Wade didn’t think he’d ever been this pissed off at anybody since he’d killed Francis, but good god, they were pushing it. 

“You’re not a hero, Wade. You never have been, and you never will be.” Oh, great, another speech! Wade rolled his eyes as Pastor Dickface began preaching to him. If they weren’t gonna have any gory hate sex in a car once all this was out of his system, he didn’t want to hear it. 

“We don’t know how high your kill count is, but according to our records, you’re one of the most monstrous mutants to ever plague this world. Did you once consider the families of the people you killed? Have you ever considered that they might not have deserved to die…?” As Wade’s breathing began to stutter, the boss approached him with an insidious smirk. “I don’t think you have. You have no conscience, no decency, and no desire to ever be anything more than the filthy murderer you are. And I have no doubts you’d only drag Logan down with you if you didn’t let him go now… So what about it?”

Wade’s voices were screaming the exact same words in his head now, the ones they’d been tormenting him with since he’d dared to try and settle down with Logan however he’d have him. It made him feel ill, and it was very creepy how these people seemed to know exactly how to get under Wade’s skin… but he knew there was a kernel of truth in those words. This was exactly why Wade had been so afraid of telling Logan he loved him, no matter how much he wanted to- because he’d only get him hurt. And, well, here they were. Logan was being hurt… and it was all his fault.

…But.

Just before Wade and Logan had been ambushed, they’d looked at the doors leading to the first lab in horror. They were both reliving the horrors they’d experienced at the hands of corrupt scientists, and they knew whatever was behind this would be awful. Logan… he told him he loved him. All Wade could bring himself to do was wrap his pinky around his- a wordless promise- and whisper those words back… but in that moment, Logan had squeezed his hand tightly, saying with forced certainty:

“It’s going to be okay. We’ve survived worse. We can do this.”

Wade could do this. Like hell he was going to abandon Logan- even self-sacrificially. Nobody here deserved an ounce of satisfaction.

Blessedly, they’d taken his silence as inconclusive, and the doors opened for the two thorns in his side to leave. “I believe we should ask Logan what he thinks. Clearly, we’re not getting anything else out of this… thing,” the boss spat venomously. The lab director was right behind him, nodding in agreement- though he still glanced back at Wade once as he left… turning away right before he could give him a flirtatious wink. Damn it!

As soon as the door shut, Wade heard a blood-curdling screech, followed by horrifying grunts and groans. His entire body lurched in its restraints once he realized what it was- Logan was starting to yell and thrash about in agony from whatever those researchers were injecting into him. His breath quickened as he realized… he was wrong, wasn’t he? Did Orchis actually have a serum that could concentrate Logan’s healing factor?? How the fuck did they manage that?! Shit… they weren’t prepared for this at all…

Wade had seen and heard enough. If he waited any longer, what the hell would they do to Logan? He needed to get out now and save him!! Kill every single other person down there!! Growling in frustration at not having any of his hands free, he tried his absolute hardest to tug them free- he needed to move now, why wouldn’t these fucking restraints budge?? If he didn’t get down there now, Logan was dead, and there would be no reason to live anymore, he couldn’t live without him he just couldn’t-

A loud yelp escaped him as his right wrist dislocated from the force he’d put in. It didn’t seem to draw any attention, though… because Logan’s screams were covering up every other noise Wade could make. All it took was that reminder, and his fucked-up mind knew exactly what he had to do. Zero hesitation. Maximum effort. 

Wade sure hoped the reader had already checked the tags at this point. This was gonna get nasty…

He winced once again when he tugged hard at his right hand… then he heard Logan whimpering through the camera feed, and all bets were off. Without even noticing, he put every bit of strength into tugging his hand against the tight metal restraint- over and over and over again, until flesh began to tear, and his diseased joints and tendons detached one by one. The incredible pain barely penetrated Wade’s mind, which could only think of one thing: Logan needs me, and he needs me now.

With one more long, forceful tug, Wade’s right hand tore off. Despite his efforts to muffle his noises, he couldn’t hold back his screech as the last bits of flesh ripped from his arm, his hand remaining lodged in the restraint for a few seconds before flopping to the ground uselessly. Still nothing compared to the horrifying cries coming from the camera feed. 

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Wade dared to open his eyes once more- just in time to see Logan’s claws shoot out… very improperly. They were sticking out of his wrist, and- the force he was exerting on the restraints had become too much. They bent and broke, and Logan was free. All of a sudden, the guards in the room with him were rushing downstairs, leaving the door open as the room began glowing red with the alarm- and Logan was still screaming, they were still hurting him-

Alright. Head in the game, Wade. You have giant metal clippers in your right pocket in case of inhibitors, right? They’re big enough to catch on your elbow like a keyring. Logan’s going to be killed out there, stop stalling!! No- don’t rush it, actually! If you drop them, it’s game over. Just… fuck, fuck!! Ow, no, don’t get light-headed now, please- Hurry!! Come on, Deadpool, we gotta get out there and kill everybody!!

At last, Wade had the clippers on his arm, and he steadied the bottom handle with his teeth, opening it on the other side with his stump. Quicker than he ever had before, he shoved the blade in between his arm and the restraint and slammed it down. Blood splattered everywhere, and Wade had to bite back another shriek, but with one sharp tug, he was able to break his left hand out of the restraint!

That would be the only one of his hands and feet he’d be leaving here with. It was all he’d need. Wade’s mind broke when he heard Logan snarl and yelp, now mixed with countless other screams- he could care less about those, and his left hand grabbed the katana he hadn’t left downstairs. With three brutal swings to his ankles, his feet were separated, and them, along with Wade, fell to the floor.

Logan could already be dying down there. Wade forced himself to balance on footless, bleeding stump legs- if it wasn’t for his healing factor, he would’ve bled out by now. He likely wouldn’t even be conscious right now, if not for the incredible amounts of adrenaline in his system… Wasn’t it usually funny whenever Deadpool got ripped apart like this?

Wade sure as shit wasn’t laughing now.

Wordlessly, he sheathed his sword, grabbing one of his pistols and shooting the first person he saw point blank in the stomach- the only exposed area in their armor. Stupid fucks. He stomped over to the computer, not even reacting to his destroyed legs painfully slipping all over the floor. All the doors were open as an emergency protocol, so the only thing for Wade to do here was grab a hard drive connected to the computer and shove it in his pocket. It had the boss’s name scrawled on it, and he knew immediately he could use it for extortion if need be.

Logan was downstairs. Wade needed to find him. After shoving the TV to the ground, feeling some relief once it finally shut the fuck up, he gritted his teeth as he briskly made for the stairs. Any guards and researchers who’d since noticed his escape- some of which looked outright maimed following Logan’s escape- were quickly dispatched by either his baby knife or his sword. He’d taught himself to use both in one hand for times like these, and he barely reacted to the gunshots and tazing while he made their blood spray everywhere, slashing with completely uncoordinated movements. It looked like it hurt for them! And Wade really, really hoped it did.

Once he’d made it downstairs, the brief red flashes of the alarm was the only thing lighting up the scene before Wade. There were far less people than he’d been expecting- which is to say, there were tons of people in here, but they’d all been gruesomely clawed to death. Looks like Logan beat him to it… where was he? Where the fuck was-

Wade spotted a flash of yellow in the corner of the room, and oh thank god- he was there, and he was breathing!! 

“LOGAN!!!” Wade screamed, the sight of him being reassuring and horrifying at the same time. His breathing was audibly ragged, choking with every other inhale, and he was completely coated in the blood of his victims. In all fairness, though, killing as many of these douchebags as they could had always been part of their plan…

Only about two of the goons on the ground got up when they heard Wade, and he immediately turned to both of them, shooting them dead without another word. When he was sure he didn’t hear any more footsteps, he searched the hall for their targets…

There, in the middle of all the carnage, was their ballsack of a boss, bleeding profusely from three large gashes in his stomach. Wade could easily guess where they came from, and he didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy. For what they’d done to Logan, it was entirely deserved. Of course it wasn’t enough, though- because the bastard wasn’t dead yet!

Wade couldn’t say the same for the lab director. He was dead as a doornail, and barely even recognizable from how badly his face had been torn apart. Looked like it was his turn to take out a target… “That’s a neat briefcase you’ve got there,” Wade passive-aggressively grunted, towering over him with his sword pointed directly at his neck. “I think it’s mine now. Give it, fuckface. ” One of his legs slid closer to the briefcase in question, which would’ve snagged it if he had feet right now…

And the bastard shook his head. He shook his goddamn head at him, tugging the case closer to him just barely, even though those eyes of his still dared to beg Wade for mercy. “Not a fucking question,” he hissed, jabbing him in the nose. “Give it to me. NOW.” Still, he resisted. Well, if this boss wasn’t gonna budge with his life on the line, maybe this hard drive he was pulling out would give him the push he needed…

Suddenly, the fuckface tossed it aside. “Fine, fine!! It’s the antidote. Inject that into Logan, and he’ll get his healing factor back. Just leave us alone…” the old man blubbered. Wade’s eyes stared blankly at him, completely appalled at what he’d heard. Not only was he a massive hypocrite, if his reaction to a hard drive Wade was outright bluffing him with was any indication, but he’d rather die than let Logan live…?

That was more than enough from him. He drew his sword up again, aiming directly for his mouth… 

“Maybe you should’ve left us alone then, hm?”

Immediately, Wade slammed the sword through his lips, jamming it into his throat as the old man choked up all the blood he had left in him. Looks like it was his turn to shut the fuck up now…

Once he was good as dead, Wade pulled his sword out, replacing it in its sheath before stumbling to his knees to grab that briefcase. The antidote- Logan still needed to be saved!! Quickly, Wade got back on his stumps, wincing slightly as the pressure re-opened the partially healed flesh. There wasn’t time to worry about that now- with what little energy he had left, Wade had to save Logan.

“Wolvie…? Hey- hey, it’s me, Deadpool!! The cancer-man you finally kissed on the mouth yesterday…? Okay- okay, calm down, peanut, I’m here to help, I promise, just stay still, I’ve got you, please-” Wade’s words became more frantic as he realized that Logan didn’t recognize him at all right now. He was nothing more than a frightened animal, glaring at him with narrow pupils and holding his mutilated hands up in defense- dear God, those claws looked horrible… Wolvie was still fucking whimpering…

Wade knew he was panicking, but he didn’t know he’d started crying until he felt the first tear drip down his face, onto the prepared syringe in his right hand. “I’ve just gotta give you this, honey badger, and the pain will stop. You’re gonna be okay, just stay still-“

A loud gasp left Wade when Logan plunged his claws into his chest, out of pure instinct. Those eyes were still crazed, staring furiously at whatever he thought Wade was right now. More importantly, though, whatever blood Wade had left in his body was draining fast, and he needed to cure Logan now.

He was no doctor, but he knew he needed to stick the needle into a vein. There was an entry point in the crook of the arm currently stabbing Wade- sure, that’d work for Wade- and sure enough, some blood filled the needle as soon as he stuck it in. His vision was fading fast, but Wade managed to inject every last drop of the antidote into Logan’s arm, before pulling the needle out…

…and collapsing right next to Logan, who had since pulled his claws out and curled up on the floor. Everything felt like a blur in Wade’s mind now, as the lack of oxygen began to really get to him. Was that… sniffing he felt on his neck? Aww, Logan loved to do that when they cuddled… 

Were they at home? Was all of this just a bad dream after all? Maybe Logan just woke him up, all worried about him, joining him in bed so he wouldn’t be so alone… He’d never done that before, had he? Nightmares were a Logan thing… but there was a first time for everything, wasn’t there? Logan was so warm… Wade was so, so cold… and so tired…

Wade didn’t remember the last thing he said before he died. But to anyone listening, it kinda sounded like:

“…I wanna go home, Wolvie…”

—

Well, that was a disaster, if I’ve ever seen one.

Oh, wonderful. You two again. It’s been a second since I last visited the afterlife, hasn’t it? Are you really the only people-slash-voices here right now?

Heck yeah, we are! God, it was so much fun seeing all the people we killed…

Don’t you mean the people I killed? Just because you like to annoy me all the time doesn’t mean you’re “part of me.” You’re both just some annoying thoughts in my brain that like berating me all the time!!

Not without cause. What the hell were you thinking taking that job, Wade?! You both could’ve died, and painfully.

Like I give a damn about pain- wait, does that mean Logan’s alive?? Oh my god- that worked!! He’s alive and well, and l’ll be back soon to kiss him all better-

Thank god that wasn’t secretly poison you gave him, right?

That’s a good point. It was your impulse that got us here, after all…

…You think I don’t know that? Believe me, Logan and I aren’t gonna touch missions like this with a ten-foot pole for a while-

What we’re saying is- he knows now, Wade. Knows how horrible you are for him.

…Shit. Shit- you’re right. He’s gonna leave us now, isn’t he? Just like Vanessa left me after we got her killed…?

(Wade thought he began to hear someone begging for forgiveness, as if his head was underwater. Was it his own…? Not quite...)

Yup! It’s dumping time, and get used to it! You should be lucky he even gave you a chance… He doesn’t even know how crazy you really are!!

Why’d you even tell him to stay here? His old universe was horrible, but at least he didn’t have to fear for his life-

You don’t know that!! Not even I know what he went through back there…

(Whoever it was began sobbing incoherently. Their voice sounded a bit clearer now. Something about it made Wade’s heart sink.)

Well… he lost all his friends to some anti-mutes while he wasn’t there to stop them, right?

Wait…

The voices suddenly stopped, and Logan had apparently joined Wade in this black void. He was hunched over, sobbing and apologizing over and over again to a mangled body in his arms. This must’ve been what Logan was faced with in his world, wasn’t it? Poor guy…

He stepped closer, but Logan didn’t react. His limbs suddenly began to tingle as feeling returned to them, and his heart began to pound heavily in his ears. With immense shock, Wade realized that the person in Logan’s arms wasn’t one of his past fallen comrades-

It was him .

—

With a gasp, Wade awoke, his entire body immediately coming back from death as if nothing had happened. Like it always did… He didn’t have his hand or feet back yet, but he felt the always-weird sensation of tiny fingers and toes growing out of the stubs. Wiggling them experimentally, he cringed at how odd it felt.

…Where even was he? Wade tried to remember what had happened- and in a flash, the mission came back to him. The kidnapping, killing all those people, seeing Logan suffer-

Logan! LOGAN!!! 

“Wolvie- hey, hey, Wolvie, I’m not dead!! I promise- oh my fucking god, baby-“ He was right above him, crying as he had been in that weird void between life and death. As inconsolable as Logan was right now, Wade was quickly losing his composure right along with him. “T-There was no way I could… I-I had to get out somehow, there was no other way, I… Logan, thank fucking god you’re okay…”

He instantly collapsed into sobs right with Logan, the adrenaline finally starting to crash now that it was just the two of them here (and a bunch of dead guys). “I… I’m so fucking sorry I led us here!! Y-You coulda died, and it woulda been my fault because I didn’t wanna stay with them, I didn’t wanna leave you-!!” They were both holding each other as close as possible now, realizing just how close they’d come to losing each other. “A-And then I died, just like all your friends back there did- fuck, I-I’m so sorry please don’t leave me-“

“Wade…” Logan cut in with a shaky voice, tilting his head up to meet his bloodshot eyes. “…Don’t apologize to me for dying, what the fuck??”

Wade, as snotty as ever, sniffled loudly, feeling a bit stupid now, even when he could feel the care behind Logan’s words. “…B-But-“

“This… it’s not your fault, Wade. I came with you because I wanted to, and you… you did this because you wanted me to be happy. I…” Logan rubbed his eyes again, his free arm tightening around Wade. “…You were right about one thing- don’t you dare give yourself up to them, bub. Not for my sake.”

“It… I-It helps that I can’t die-“

“No. It doesn’t…” Logan cut in quickly, his voice harsh with emotion. It took him a second to collect itself before he spoke again, pressing his forehead tightly to Wade’s. “…but you did what you had to. You… you did the best you could, Wade. You did good… god, I love you so much…”

Wade sobbed again upon hearing that. Louder than any grown man should, but he didn’t give a shit. He just needed Logan so badly, and he was still right here with him… “I love you too, Logan… I don’t deserve you-” His voice nearly choked off, but it would’ve been muffled anyways by the kiss Logan pressed to his lips. It was deep, desperate, and the most emotional they’d shared thus far. Wade never wanted him to stop…

Eventually, though, they did have to pull back- and Wade was in the air now. More accurately, Logan was carrying him?? “W-Wolvie…? Are you sure you’re up for this?? You were looking pretty rough when I found you, and I am pretty big compared to you-“

“You’re not walking on those legs again, Wade,” he grumbled, leaving Wade no room for argument. Looks like Wade was getting bridal carried out of here, whether he liked it or not! 

“Just… hang on to me, princess. I got you…” 

…Well, Wade definitely liked it now.

Even if he didn’t… he’d do anything just to make sure he could still hear Logan’s voice at the end of the day. For him, Wade would tear himself to pieces if it meant he would survive. 

Because they couldn’t survive without each other.

[heckcareoxytwit]

The Proudstar Family - Thunderbird (John Proudstar), Warpath (James Proudstar) and Grandma Lozen Proudstar, are in charge of Camp Gozhoo where they shelter the mutant refugees. However, the Orchis soldiers had invaded their place and they started to harass the mutants. This prompts the Proudstar Brothers to fight off the Orchis soldiers. Also, Grandma Lozen stood up to the Orchis soldiers showing no fear as she laughs in their faces defiantly.

X-Men Unlimited Infinity Comic # 121, 2024

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Magneto is back in action!

Resurrection of Magneto #4

[vitinwatbender]

"...Their metal bullets mean nothing to this mistress of magnetism, who smirks at their feeble attempts to stop her. "

QUEBRA TUDO POLARIS !!!!!!

[sinistermusings]

Uncanny Spider-Man 1 (2023) by Simon Spurrier & Lee Garbett

Cover: Tony Daniel

[evilhorse]

They know we’re coming for them now.

(The Avengers #12)

[wormvermin]

Love these panels

[nickfuryagentofsword]

Iron Man 17 (2024) by Gerry Duggan & Patrick Zircher

Cover: Kael Ngu

[rei-ismyname]

Magneto and the Jape

In Way of X, Nightcrawler and the gang come across a museum of mutant hate funded by ORCHIS. It contains brainwashing classes and many overwrought monuments depicting mutant shenanigans.

Kurt steals one and slowrolls Mags at the Green Lagoon, as you do.

Ah. A jape.

Lol, I love that this exists. Where did they get that photo from?

Hey it's Mammomax! Wild that he delivers an impromptu sermon and gets a standing ovation. Dude wears a cape while hovering around at 10 AM. Extra is an understatement.

[majingojira]

So, as a Christmas Gift to myself, I commissioned a comic idea I'd been toying with for years. Namely, Nico Minoru using References as spellcasting words. I also worked in some other ideas for her I've been playing with.

I'm really happy with how it came out.

Don't mess with Nico. She's Molly's Mom.

The art was done by Wanpawlo (on discord). He also has a Twitter and Deviantart account. They were amazing to work with!

[alexlacquemanne]

Pyramidal orchid

[heckcareoxytwit]

Emma Frost and Kitty Pryde get a message from Tony Stark and Firestar. The latter (Firestar) tells them that she is doomed to die as Doctor Stasis found out that she is spying on Orchis all along. Tony Stark urges the two X-Women to bring Firestar back alive or if they fail to do so, she must be avenged. Much later, Doctor Stasis is running away like a dirty coward until he is stopped by Kitty Pryde and Emma Frost. Meanwhile, Synch manages to rescue Firestar from execution thanks to his power-synching which allowed him to detect a nearby mutant. Back to the hangar, Doctor Stasis gets his mind violated by Emma Frost who telepathically forces him to feel the pain of getting beaten up by many angry mutants. Suddenly, they get interrupted by the angry Firestar who crashes into the hangar to burn Doctor Stasis to crisp in her revenge for being used and nearly-killed by him. Emma Frost congratulates Firestar for having her killer instinct in getting her revenge on Doctor Stasis.

Fall of the House of X #3, 2024

[lepurcinus]

Something to notice or maybe I'm the only crazy one who thought of it.

But doesn't it seem to you that Vervain and Orchis in the miniseries could have functioned as a sort of Anti-Hazel and Fiver?

Look at it this way, the two are the only sibling rabbits we've seen that at least stayed together for a long time (and well it makes sense that it's weird, rabbits aren't famous for their sibling relationships). You can tell they have a very strong and appreciative relationship with each other, we already know that about Hazel and Fiver. But in the case of Vervain and Orchis, we see that they both care for each other in a certain way. Vervain, a rabbit who we know was raised in Efrafa's cruel and harsh system shows respect and trust towards his brother. Then we see that despite not probing much further into it, after his death Orchis shows quite a lot of remorse and anger towards it, which makes it apparent that their appreciation was mutual and legitimate.

Now in terms of roles.

Vervain is a high ranking captain, he earned his position in full "right" due to his aggressiveness and harshness when dealing with other rabbits.

Hazel on the other hand is a "common" rabbit who slowly earned his position as chief after demonstrating his leadership and ability despite not being a particularly large or strong individual.

Hazel is compassionate and calm, Vervain is rough and aggressive.

Then we have Orchis, who like Fiver stands out for being a thin and small rabbit, which leads them to be easily intimidated by larger rabbits.

However, despite not having visions, both Orchis and Fiver prove to be able to overcome their physical weaknesses with intelligence.

Orchis is deceptive and cunning, Fiver has great reasoning, empathy and it's sincere.

I don't know about you. There would be more to look at but I think this is the highlights.