#francis freeman rp

[cantfeelsht-blog]

Which is more terrifying...? ...that loving gaze, or the cold glare? Either way you’re in trouble. 

[theamazingcaptdeadpool]

Sinday Meme for Characters Who Share a Brain

The original meme can be found here: x Characters: Wade Wilson (@theamazingcaptdeadpool), Frank Castle (@mementomorimthrfckr) and Ajax (@cantfeelsht) Warning: An abundance of words, massive TMI, cursing duh, threats double duh, Any complaints may be directed at our lawyer; @hellsainted

Frank scoffed as Wade had spent the last three minutes trying to figure out a title, brainstorming no pun intended with himself – and the result he landed on you already read. “That sounds terrible, Wade.” he grumbled and sipped his coffee. A sort of bribe to get him to partake in the thing. “You come up with a better one then, Skulls, and we’ll use that.” Wade fired back, thankful that Frank wasn’t known for his creativity. “What was wrong with the original title?” Ajax wanted to know and crossed his arms. He was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, watching the other two with what one could describe as ‘calm suspiciousness’. “It was too long.” Wade complained. “Not catchy. And we’re replying as ourselves. The original title suggested that the co-pilot do it for us. Or arms dealer. Or whatever the hell you call her.” he explained, because he could see Frank straining as he tried to work it out. Be nice Wade. I’m always nice.  “Why don’t we just get this over with.” Ajax’s stare moved from Frank to Wade. His former subject was the most keen on this, after all – surely he would kick it off.  “Best idea you’ve had, Francis.” Wade murmured as he counted the questions of the meme. “Alright, there are twenty questions. Let the sinning commence!” he clapped his hands and rubbed his palms eagerly. 

“Jesus,” Frank exclaimed and leaned over the table, snatching the laptop from the merc with a dirty imagination mouth. “I’ll read these.” He glowered at Wade who raised his hands in defeat. There was no point in challenging the Punisher this early in the game.   “What muse needs the most attention on sinday?” Frank read and for some reason found himself looking glumly up at Ajax who shook his head.  “Wade it is then.” It wasn’t that Frank wouldn’t mind the attention… he just wouldn’t actively seek it.   “Yeah, that’s a no brainer.” Wade murmured, he had somehow produced whiteboard signs and written “Me!” on one side and “Not me!” on the other. What? I came prepared. I always do. Yes, that is me being suggestive. He gave one to Ajax who reluctantly accepted.  “Just making it easier for us.” He explained, surprisingly caring.  “Whatever it takes to shut you up,” Ajax looked at both sides to make sure he hadn’t written anything funny on his. 

“Easy, Francis,” Wade began only to be interrupted by Frank who read the next question loudly. “Which muse usually stays silent on sinday?” Frank sniffed. He hadn’t partaken in any sindays, yet. “I’m not it.” Wade said quickly. “I love me some sinday. Actually every day is sinday in my book. Doesn’t always have to be sex. Severe procrastination. Excess eating. Pillows of blow…” “You ever hear of TMI?” Frank put the laptop down on the table with more force than he intended.

  Wade wiped one of the sides of his sign clear and wrote “NO!” only to hold it up for Frank to see. None of them had noticed how Ajax was holding up his own sign reading “Me!” and it took all his effort not to wack Wade in the back of the head with it. “Let’s move on.” Ajax shot in, before Wade could start one of his endless rambles. Frank glared at Wade like a teacher glare at the kid in class that won’t ever stay silent – that they’re afraid to take their eyes off because they know they’ll cause trouble. “Share some headcanons about your muses’ sexual and/or romantic orientation… You want to go first, Ajax?” Frank offered without looking at him. “Francis.” Wade corrected him. “Can’t feel. He can’t get it up – and can’t get it off.” Ajax closed his eyes, his jaw tense. “Wade is right.” he murmured. “I’m asexual. Except for specific muses. That has to be talked over in detail.” “Contracts has to be signed. Very Christian Grey. Wouldn’t play with him.” Wade turned towards the room and whispered to no one. Well, at least none that Frank and Ajax were aware of. They shared a moment of confusion, waiting for something to happen – someone to reply. As the silence bordered awkward Frank nodded and continued with the survey; “I’m bi with a preference towards women, but I’m not really looking for anything.” His voice was low. He wet his lips and averted his eyes, bouncing his foot impatiently. 

“I’m pan – the comics has me paired up with women and Spiderman. Over here, meaning Tumblr, I have a preference towards men.” Wade stated the obvious. Frank drew a breath to read the next question, but then Wade continued; “Men with metal arms. Men that are Avengers. Men that’s purple… Is that even a man?” “You done?” Frank wanted to know. They’d missed how Wade had fixed the other side of his sign – and was now holding up a “YES!”. “What are your favourite ship for your muses?” Frank was visibly confused by the question.   “For me it’s the Millenium Falcon,” Wade answered – hoping it would make it easier for the not so shockingly thick marine. “Oh, and I love my warship.” “I don’t ship.” Ajax shrugged. He saw no need to. “Cablepool, Winterpool, Cappool, Hawkpool – the one with Colossus, I forgot its name…” Wade counted on his fingers. “Thunderpool is kinda cute.” “You any idea what he’s on about?” Frank turned towards Ajax. “You don’t want to know, mate.” Ajax said with a sigh. “It’s a question about who you see yourself with.” “No one.” Frank answered shortly. He couldn’t be with anyone, because whoever got close to him ended up dead or worse. 

“Why so glum sugarplum?” Wade leaned forward. “What about Castlevania?” “Are you…” Frank was about to get fired up but by some miracle managed to compose himself. He cleared his throat and shifted. “Nevermind. The next question – “ Frank decided he best ignore the entire thing; he thought they were done with Castlevania. He was not to be ‘shipped’ as the kids called it – with Dracula. “Which muse is the kinkiest?” “Next!” Wade called – he was holding up his sign. “Me!” it read. And maybe that was the truth. Wade is into a lot of things, after all… “Which muse has the strangest kinks?” Frank read warily. Wade slammed his sign down on the table to grab everyone’s attention and held it up again. He pointed to it and looked between the other two; “Unless you want to list some kinks?” “Next.” Ajax nodded towards the screen. “You sure, Francis? I won’t kink shame. Maybe I could interest you in – “ “Next!” Ajax insisted. “Choose one muse and tell us how they lost their virginity.” Frank read. He thought perhaps they could draw straws or… “Rock papers scissors lizard Spock.” Wade said with remarkable speed and accuracy. 

“I lost mine to and older girl at one of the many orphanages I visited.” Ajax said flatly, wanting them to believe that it hadn’t really mattered.   “You’re so boring, Francis.” Wade pouted. “At least give us some details.” “It was quick, messy and left me wanting more.” Ajax squared his jaw. “Satisfied?” “Unlike you’ll ever be again; yes. Thank you. I’m touched, Francis.” Wade sniffed as if he was sincerely moved, whilst Frank hid a chuckle and shook his head, clearly relieved that he didn’t have to spill the beans.

“Each of us have to share a random sex fact… I…” Frank rubbed the back of his neck. “I like it when the woman is on top of me, so I can see her pleasure and have her in control.” he admitted. Wade gave an approving nod. “I prefer to be the sub – to give up the control, but more often than not I’m taking it because I get impatient – I think. What about you Francis? Any sexy secrets about your preferences? Oh that’s right…” “I get off on watching others emotions. Pleasure – pain? Doesn’t matter.” Ajax admitted – his tone threatening. Wade gasped loudly and murmured ‘Sadist’ under his breath. Frank blinked and tilted his head slightly to the side – as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Remind me again why we haven’t killed this guy?” Frank asked Wade. “You tell me. Hey, Francis, would you like to hurt me a little – how about that, huh?” “Yes, how about that?” Ajax pushed off the wall, his eyes like pits of hell. Dark, angry. A far too familiar smirk tugging at his lips. 

Frank’s arm shot out – stopping the villain from getting too close. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Wade taunted him. “Yeah,” Ajax snarled – pressing against Frank’s hand. “If you could organise… Seriously who made up these questions? Are these,” Frank turned the laptop around, unable to mask how mortified he felt. “Are you behind these Wade? Because I swear to god…” “I can take the blame for a lot of things – but not that.” Wade pointed at the screen. “Finish the question. I’m curious now.” Frank sighed and tilted his head upwards, as if he was asking for patience. 

“Alright. Alright… Argh… God. If you could organise a threesome involving three of your muses, who would you choose? I guess this one isn’t for us. And… heaven forbid the three of us ever get put in a room together again. Because the next time? I won’t go easy.” Frank pushed Ajax so he fell back against the wall and stared threateningly at Wade. “Careful Frank, he might like it.” Wade taunted. Ajax pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. He hated Wade for his ability to get to him.   “The next one is for her as well. What muse she’d like to write a ship for…” Frank shook his head again. “What the fuck’s up with all these damned boats? Anyway… I assume she’d like to try me out with Billy.” “Kinky.” Wade purred. “I’m already in quite a few ships. If we’re adding to… pfft.” Truth was, Wade was content with his situation, so it took some thinking. “A Nathan would be nice? And no ships for Francis. His ship sank the day he let Michael Jackson Dr. Killebrew fiddle with his body.” Wade clicked his tongue and winked at Ajax. 

“How can you possibly know – “ Ajax began – cut off by Frank as he read the next question. “What are some preferences when deciding whether or not to ship a muse?” Frank frowned at the screen. “Read the rules, play nice, write well – I don’t know.” Wade hummed in agreement.  “And don’t assume we’ll ship – I don’t know about the other two, but I’m picky.” “You? Picky?” Ajax scoffed and leered at him. “Do you get to be?” “Well – I can’t fuck all the people who’s bummed because you couldn’t get it up for them.” Wade fired back. 

Frank rubbed his face – considering shooting them both. Ajax wouldn’t feel it, but he could die. Wade would feel it and couldn’t die. What a trio they were… “Are you guys DONE bickering yet?” he sounded tiredly. “Never,” Wade answered as he breathed in. Ajax rolled his eyes. “I prefer missionary or the cowgirl or whatever it’s known as these days. I like the intimacy. The control or giving up of. I like to touch, to see…” Frank’s words grew with passion as he spoke. Wade blinked and looked at him. “What are you on about?” “The next question. I figured I might finish this on my own and get the hell out.” Frank was done with the bullshit.   “What was the question?” Wade put his hands on the table and leaned forward. “Headcanons, sex positions.” Frank scratched his cheek, and glanced up at Ajax. “You outta this one, too?”

“Against a wall… Or relentless teasing,” Ajax didn’t even get to finish before Wade corrected him; “Endless foreplay,” “To draw as much sound from the other part as possible.” Ajax blinked and turned slowly towards Wade. “What about you then, collared and on your knees begging for it?” 

“Actually that’s not that far from the truth. But I like a lot of things. Depends on my partner and whether I’m giving up control or not.” Wade shrugged. “How much time – “ Frank already began reading the next question. “ – none, then.” Wade sighed. “Has she written smut for you guys? Because that’s a no for me.” Frank didn’t take his eyes off the screen – this he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Ajax arched an eyebrow and cocked his head, Wade nodded vigorously. “I suppose neither of you know whether she prefers to write it or not?” Frank huffed and leaned back into his chair. “How are we supposed to answer these questions when they’re not even… yes… Wade?” Much to his surprise Wade has raised his hand. 

“Thank you. I happen to know that she don’t mind writing smut, but she has to feel comfortable with the person she’s writing it with.” “Multiship or singleship?” Frank turned to Ajax. He couldn’t stand the guy, but at least he’d had the decency to explain some of these things to him. “Is no ship an option?” Ajax smirked. It should be pretty clear at this point that he didn’t ship. “It is now. I’m on the fence. I wouldn’t ship with someone exclusively I think.” Frank grimaced at himself, as he was now using Tumblr and games own terms.   “Good call, Frank! For me it’s multiship all the way.” Wade drew a horizontal line in the air before him. “I’m not exclusive either.” “Huh, I think we just answered the next question. So… What is our shipping preferences? Weren’t we over that? Chemistry?” Frank thought that slow-burn sounded nice, but neither of the other guys seemed like the “slow burn” type. He didn’t know how wrong he was in his assumptions. “Yeah. What would you call my ship with Thanos? Because… that’s like… unhealthy. Toxic ships? I guess we’re semi into that? Aren’t we Francis?” Wade winked at him. Damn was he having a field day. Ajax on his end just shook his head and slammed his shoulders back against the wall. “What’s an OC?” Frank glanced up from the screen, relieved that they were close to done.  “Original character. We don’t really do those.” Wade knew that was frowned upon in the roleplaying community, but he didn’t give a shit. “I don’t know about you, but I have more than enough with the canon characters.” On most days, he actually had more than enough with himself. Ajax and Frank both seemed on board with that. 

“So,” Frank turned the laptop off and pulled the screen down. “That’s it. We’re done. Let’s never do it again.” his knees cracked as he stood up. 

“Or the next time we can get naked and –“ Wade began,  Frank pulled his gun and aimed it straight at his crotch. 

“You don’t want to finish that sentence.” his voice was low, barely audible.  “You don’t want to shoot me, Francis might get off on it.” Wade kindly reminded him.  “Oh my fucking…” Frank rubbed his face and headed out of the room. There wasn’t enough booze in the world to make him forget. 

“Hey – are you off to kill someone? Do you have a team yet – hey Frank, wait up!” Wade picked up his swords and chased after the Punisher. Ajax sighed and pushed his shoulders down. Being around Wade always made him tense up. He rolled his head from side to side, then left through the back door – half expecting the two of them to be waiting to kill him.

If you made it this far, please let me know what you think. No, Frank didn’t kill Ajax. Yet. 

[teamdeadpoolus]

SEND MY NEW 30′S FRANCIS BLOG SOME LOVE

[wonderhevrts]

Oi!

Looking for Francis "Ajax" Freeman roleplayers! I'd love to have a thread with Francis, so come in my inbox or IM me or like this post if you're a Francis roleplayer and interested in plotting something with me! 😆

[cantfeelsht-blog]

IT’S HARDER THAN YOU THINK. NO USING GOOGLE. EVERY ANSWER MUST START WITH THE FIRST LETTER OF YOUR MUSE’S NAME.

NAME: Ajax ANIMAL: Armadillo BOY’S NAME: Alex  GIRL’S NAME: Andrea COLOR: Aquamarine MOVIE: Alita SOMETHING YOU WEAR: Apron DRINK: Apple juice FOOD: Apple pie SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: A med kit PLACE: Alaska REASON FOR BEING LATE: A lab accident... 

TAGGED BY: @hellsainted TAGGING: No one. If you saw this here and decided to do it, do tag me though. 

[theamazingcaptdeadpool]

Don't you mean

Francis? Or maybe he isn't getting it on with you either. How disappointing. Not really, I get jealous.

Here's my reaction;

I wish.

so it’s happening. dread it, run from it … but just because I can, for the next 24 hours only I will change this blog’s url 

ELEGYOFPOWER > PCWERFISTER

[cantfeelsht-blog]

So I was watching American Pie and there’s this guy who practises tantric sex and can orgasm from watering plants. Made me think of you.

Ajax wouldn’t even ask if they would come off anon. He had a distinct feeling that he knew who this was. Didn’t mean it was any less annoying. 

[cantfeelsht-blog]

The Lion’s Den

Starter for @thedeafavenger based on this post; x

It was hardly a knock. Hardly anything... Like the start of the Edgar Allan Poe poem. Fairly sure he wasn’t haunted by ravens, Leonore or otherwise, it had him on high alert. Ajax held his breath, every muscle in his body tense as he listened. It didn’t make sense for anyone to come rapping on his door. It wasn’t even his... Unless they had blown his cover.

Ajax wasn’t stationary. With the things he’d done he couldn’t afford to be, so he kept moving around in order to complete his mission; take out all the mutants from the Weapons-X programme. As far as he was aware, no one had picked up on it, found the pattern... and if they had? They didn’t know it was him doing it. There was no chance. 

Ajax rose slowly - he’d been slumped down on the couch and spaced out. The TV the only source of light in the room. It flashed every now and then, each time a different colour. Throwing his shadow across the walls. 

If this was a threat, he better get it over with. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, only to arch an eyebrow at what greeted him. Ajax didn’t give away his moment of utter confusion - he was good at keeping his emotions at bay.  The guy before him was a “celebrity” and hero. Heck, he’d even seen him around Wade.

“Barton, isn’t it? What are you doing here, mate?” Ajax blinked, he had this condecending manner about him - looking at Barton as if he was disgusted by his apperance. How frail he was. Beat. Broken. Shaking. Bleeding. Utterly frightened, but not by him. “Need someone to finish you off?” He half joked. Hawkeye wasn’t on his hitlist, but he wasn’t opposed to ridding the world of an Avenger. 

Barton seemed unable to focus as he glanced up at him and appeared as if he would collapse at any moment. His eyes were dazed, he noticed. Ajax had seen that before, in people who were drugged, but made no effort to reach out for him or support him. Instead he took in the rest of the night - making sure he wasn’t lured into a trap. 

“...didn’t know where else to go...” Barton mumbled much to his disbelief and suddenly fell forward, straight into his embrace. Ajax grabbed hold of him, making sure they didn’t fall. 

“Shit,” Ajax breathed. He had half a mind to ask him how the hell he even knew where to go - but the national hero seemed in no state to answer questions. Ajax dragged him inside, shut the door and locked it. With Barton being in the state he was in, it was a bloody battle to get him to the couch. 

With some effort he half dragged, half carried him. With a light push he let the ravaged person fall back against the pillows. Ajax slapped him and grabbed his jaw, hoping the pain would get him to focus. “What have you taken? What happened to you?” He needed to make sure that whatever hell he’d walked into wouldn’t rain down on them both...  

[cantfeelsht-blog]

"Nothing worth keeping ever came easy" - huh? Yeah. I saw your tags.

Ajax tilted his head to the side. What the hell was he on about now..?“Congratulations. You can read. You don’t agree with that statement?” 

[cantfeelsht-blog]

I vote you grow your hair out, you'd look super hot.

"Are you saying I don't look hot like this?" Ajax licked his bottom lip and smirked. He felt his head, his hair had been growing out a little. He found that it made him look less intimidating. Not necessarily a good thing...

"And how much are we talking about here?" He could easily entertain the thought - maybe change would do him good.

[cantfeelsht-blog]

First Encounters

Closed starter for @mrxpool

Francis had taken the name Ajax after having read the Ilyad. It was fiercer than his real name, and had become one to fear on the street. He was part of a gang and known for his fights, and maybe that’s where the hit came from.  Small grunts sounded from an alley, it was dark - and you’d have to look closely to see the two figures. One lying more or less lifeless, the other one crouched over him.  It was one of the members of the rivalling gang, he’d been running his mouth. Ajax kept punching him in the face. His knuckles burning where they made contact made his cheeks. 

[cantfeelsht-blog]

@theamazingcaptdeadpool

Ajax arched an eyebrow at Wade. “Of course that was you. How long have you been waiting to say that?” 

[cantfeelsht-blog]

Headcanon: Growing Up

“My name is Francis Freeman. I’ll never reveal my middle name. Willingly, at least... Now from here on out, I’ll go by Ajax...“ Francis grew up with his mother, though that didn’t last too long. She was a junkie and brought new “dads” home every so often. Needless to say, hardly any of them were any good. And if they were? They didn’t last. Francis never found out who his real father was, and he doesn’t care to. (Chances are he’d punch his face in.)  His mother, aside from the addiction, suffered from depression and would self harm, though kid Francis was too young to pick up on most of that. Remembering his childhood as an adult, he’d recognise it for what it was; and he is no fan of people self harming. (Such a waste of pain...) She ODed on bad stash, Francis found her and couldn’t save her, too young to know how to. He was seven.  Losing his mother had him emotionally detached. He spent time in an orphanage, then various foster cares, but he didn’t last long in any one of them. He’d get into fights, just for the purpose of fighting. To feel knuckles against his skin, have his breath taken away - and to have the other part moan in pain... 

He got the name “Ajax” after having read the Iliad. All of this before he got kicked out of school and gave up on the system. And yes. That’s one of the things he enjoys; to read. It’s quiet then, no loud thoughts. He can escape to be whoever he wants to be...  Dr. Killebrew introduced himself to Francis whilst he was serving time in juvie. Killebrew had been coming there for a while, getting test subjects for the Weapons-K program. Ajax didn’t know too much about him, other than people who left with the doctor vanished, never to be seen or heard from again.  Ajax was faced with an ultimatum. Dr. Killebrew didn’t put it that way; but he didn’t have to. “Join me as my right hand,” he’d said. Or die like the rest of them. Killebrew didn’t care for Francis, but that was fine. He didn’t care for him either. He did, however, like the power he was granted, overlooking the test subjects. Getting to hand out pain...  Dr. Killebrew tried his very best to get Ajax to become a mutate, but he didn’t respond well to the treatment; not a lot happened... For Ajax, that was frustrating. For Killebrew, it was like being introduced to a new muse. He got to be creative... It started by frying his nerves. Ajax nearly died on the table - passing out to the most intense pain he ever felt, and waking up to... nothing.  Ajax can’t feel cold. Can’t feel heat. Can’t feel pain. Can’t feel pleasure either. The latter part is the only thing he’ll miss. His muscles will get stiff, and his body feel slow. But that’s it. That’s how he’ll know he’s been injured.  Do bear in mind that what you see in the Deadpool movies is how he responds to Wade - and how Wade feels about him. That’s a lot of mutual hate going on...  Don’t think that all of his interactions will be the same way.  BUT! He is emotionally detached. The only thing he’s convinced will hurt him is caring for someone else; so he won’t. (Or at least he likes to think he won’t. Feel free to try and prove him wrong.)  And why does he hate his name, you ask? Besides it being a weak fucking name, his mother gave it to him. 

[cantfeelsht-blog]

Can I try? I'd start with the stabbing, of course... And I'm not thinking dirty, Francis. I'm thinking rusty blade into your chest, a good twist... That kind of stabbing.

"Come at me, Wade, and see if you can get near enough." Ajax sounded flatly. He hardly blamed Wade for wanting him dead. The feeling was mutual. "Spoiler alert; still won't feel it."

[cantfeelsht-blog]

Francis

“Look at you being a coward and hiding behind a mask. Take it off and say my name again. I dare you.” he smirked, damn would he like to punch someone… And even more so for using his real name. 

[cantfeelsht-blog]

Are you having a good Christmas?

"It's no worse than any other day. I don't celebrate Christmas, though I get that might come as a massive shocker to you." Ajax chuckled and shook his head. "I appreciate the sentiment. Thanks mate."