#i need vengeance on anyone who ever hurt him

[wildsaltair]

whoever punched Maximus in the face when he was captured at the end of Gladiator and left that bruise around his eye, turn on your location. i just want to talk

[puppetwoman17]

Tell me why I think the Council of Eternity would WEEP happy tears if they ever got to meet Billy?

I mean, they were so trusting in Teth Adam, that he would protect magic, protect earth, be a guardian for the Rock. But his betrayal not only cost the lives of humanity, but their own lives as well, leaving their brother Shazam to wallow by himself for centuries. Imagine the guilt and sorrow. Watching each other die by the hands of someone you saw as a son, a student, a successor. A bad judge of character led to the end of civilizations, and it was all their fault, and they don’t deserve this power or this station—

And then, years later, Billy is chosen. Someone who has the values they’ve been looking for. He cares about his job more than humanly possible. He’s heroic and courageous and everything a champion needs to be. He gets sick just thinking about hurting anyone, and while he does like seeing people get their just desserts, he doesn’t actively seek out vengeance.

So yes, I do think that if the ghosts of the fallen council members met Billy, they would cry. And hug him, and cry some more. And then totally go crazy over the fact that “HOLY CRAP WE HAVE A CHAMPION! WE HAVE AN ACTUAL CHAMPION!”

I mean, they are still human😅.

[jyoongim]

This isn't exactly a request but a thought that had been so heavy on my brain. Hellborn royalty reader x Alastor who's stronger than he is. I just can't stop thinking about it. Maybe even Goetia reader whew they are stronger and protect him from something and I just go FERAL at the thought.

Some background context:

The Ars Goetia are a royal dynasty of noble hellborn demons who serve as prophets, messengers, and observers of the mortal plane for the King of Hell. They are responsible for maintaining stability within the seven rings. They are highly knowledgeable in the heavens, society, and prophecies of all domains.

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The hotel was a wreck.

The Angels had made it their personal mission to eliminate those who resided in the hotel.

The Princess of Hell had acquired your assistance if things got shaky for them.

And OH things were shaking.

Alastor had took it upon himself to fight Adam, when you suggested you could of great help he turned you down. Stating that he would be able to handle the Angel himself.

But things were not looking good for the Radio Demon.

You admired the confidence he had, but the demon was in a sticky situation and you would be damned if anyone hurt YOUR demon.

You were fuming and it was showing.

You calmly walked through the fighting, every attack thrown your way didn’t even touch you as you quickly dispatched your attackers. 

You appeared in front of the injured deer in a cloud of smoke. 

“Hehe who the fuck are you?” Adam asked, but you ignored him as you checked on Alastor.

He was bleeding and weak, you placed your hands on his face, scowling softly “Oh Alastor my sweet. You did good my love but Ill take over from here” he tried to object, but with a wave of your hand, you dissolved him in mist to keep him safe.

You turned to Adam, who was smirking “Tch! You think you can take me? Ha! If your best couldn’t scratch me what thinks you can?”

You smiled, your body morphed into mist “who said he was our best?”

He attacked, swinging his axe and trying to bring it down on you. Your eyes glowed white and with a flick of the wrist he was frozen to the spot. You curled your fingers and watched as the Angel contorted in pain. You hissed “I am the judge and executioner and you, you arrogant pig have no authority here. Divine violence is my right for power belongs to those who take it.” At your words, the sky formed dark clouds and the realm shook.

Adam let out a scream as your magic crackled along his skin, searing pain riddling his body as you burned his wings and corrupted his every soul.

“YOU CANT DO THIS! I AM ADAM! THE FIRST MAN! YOU BITCH! NO NO NO NO!” Your mist enveloped his body and he slowly morphed to black as you took his life. You watched as his soul screeched and struggle. 

You pulled him towards him and smirked, sneering at him with sharp teeth

“Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord” 

And with a soft blow from your lips, he dispersed. His soul crying as you sent him to Limbo.

Hell shook as your magic rocked the cosmos.

The remaining Angels let out a cry as they were struck with pain, felt in their soul.

You were sucking their power and in an attempt to save themselves they retreated back to Heaven.

You morphed back to normal and your misty shadows revealed Alastor to you.

You picked up the red demon and nudged him with your nose, he grumbled ”Y-You didn’t have to intervene. I had it under control”

You hummed, a soft smile on your face a his stubbornness “completely but I wasn’t going to stand around when you clearly needed my help.”

Your face dropped to a pout “don’t tell me that me being stronger hurts your pride? You should be honored. A woman willing to protect her love is a powerful thing to behold”

Alastor sighed, relaxing against you, feeling the exhaustion of the battle overtake him.

You cooed at him, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “Don’t worry I don’t think anything less of you. I think you’re the strongest man I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting”

The Radio Demon might have been a prideful soul, but it was you who was the strongest.

And really…he was ok with that fact.

[castillon02]

When Jason starts to prioritize cooperation as well as vengeance, Tim suspects Jason's self-control still isn't that great. Since he's Tim, well...

He conducts some tests.

Hood is about to murder someone that they need information from when Tim calls out, "Hey, Hood, has anyone ever told you that you're a Decepticon wannabe who probably fucks himself to the sound of his own robot voice?"

Hood stills.

The drug dealer who sold tenth-grader Benny Garcia fentanyl gapes in a way that shows off his recently-missing teeth.

Hood drops the dealer in a heap and turns his shitkicker combat boots in Tim's direction.

Tim bolts. Batman will swoop in to continue the dealer's interrogation; he and Hood have figured out a good-cop-bad-cop thing, though Batman still seems bemused about the chance to be 'good cop.'

Hood races after him.

---

Tim makes it to a safe house off of Robinson Park. He probably lost Hood about half an hour ago, but it never hurts to be careful. Especially when---oh, shit.

"This place is filthy," Jason says, sitting on the kitchen counter that Tim never uses and looking with disdain at Tim's collection of empty energy drink cans, takeout boxes, and crime yarn. Jason's not wearing his helmet or domino, and he taps his boot heels softly against the cabinet door like a little kid. Not exactly danger signals.

But for a moment, all Tim can look at is the boots. It's stupid; the knife at his neck was closer to fatal. But the kicking had hurt the worst.

"Since you apparently have time to run your mouth," Jason says, "and since someone stole my target, it seems like we both have time to clean up in here. I went out and got trash bags." He nudges a box on the counter next to him. The trash bags are the sturdy kind, not the flimsy cheap kind or the extra-strength hide-the-body-parts kind.

Tim has been meaning to get trash bags for this place for three weeks. It's just that he doesn't visit often, and when he does it's usually when he's injured or tired, and he could get things delivered but that's a paper trail he could avoid if he just made time to visit the bodega down the street... "You're a trash bag," he says, even though it doesn't make sense.

Jason rolls his eyes. "Just for that, we're mopping the floor too. Luckily, I came prepared." He hops down from the counter and opens the little mystery closet next to the fridge. Inside: a broom, a Swiffer, a bucket, a pack of scrub brushes still in their plastic, and a jug of bleach.

Ohhh, that's why the closet is so narrow. It's supposed to hold cleaning supplies. Right. Tim definitely knew that. Tim definitely doesn't just have a roll of paper towels...somewhere...that he sometimes puts dish soap on.

He squints at Jason. Still no green danger-eyes. "Darcy and Elizabeth would never let you be part of a throuple with them," he tries.

Jason pulls out a trash bag. "They've got issues anyway."

"Helen Keller would make up new words so she could sign how ugly your face is."

"She was a socialist," Jason says. He holds the bag and gestures at Tim's kitchen table. "So we'd probably just talk about organizing the working class. I don't think looks would come into it. Also, way to be a dick."

"You're so pathetic that Jane Eyre would give up on you like she didn't give up on Rochester," Tim says, figuring he did the research for this attack, so he might as well use it.

Jason actually laughs a little bit. "First of all, there's a lot of power exchange going on in that decision, so jot that down," he says. "Second of all." He looks Tim in the face. "If I start to lose my temper, I'll leave, okay? Or you can just ask me to."

"Even if I asked right now?" Tim asks.

"Even if you asked right now," Jason confirms, though he eyeballs Tim's mess.

Jason's still holding the trash bag. Hands out, open body language, seemingly not homicidal.

Tim had planned for a lot of things with this encounter, including a body bag. Trash bags weren't one of his considered variables. He starts picking up empty cans. "This one can be for recycling," he says, dumping the cans into Jason's bag. New things from old materials. Jason likes that symbolism shit, right?

(Though...new things. Old materials. If there's anyone who ought to be good at that, it's someone who got raised from the dead.

Tim smirks and keeps the thought to himself. Operation: Limitless has been a startling success; he doesn't need to verbalize all his inside thoughts now.)

("Kid, I can tell you're thinking about a zombie joke," Jason says anyway. "You can only tell me after we've brought this shit-heap back to life.")

[dr5amatic]

IN THE ASHES ,

a sentence starter prompts list comprised of quotes from the novel an ember in the ashes by sabaa tahir. please be advised that this list may involve topics including, but not limited to, murder, death, and violence. change verbiage as needed.

why do keep disappearing when i need you?

i wasn't spying.

what you saw is dangerous. you can't tell anyone about it. not ever.

keep your secrets close, love.

i'm not working for them.

don't be afraid [name], i won't let anything happen to you.

what are you doing down here?

much as i hate to admit it, you're not usually wrong.

the field of battle is my temple.

the dance of death is my prayer.

the killing blow is my release.

aren't you a pretty one.

who trained you?

keep it safe for me just until i come back.

unless you're stupider than you look, even you can see how this appears.

you worked hard. you did everything right.

go, [name]. go get some air. i'll handle this.

the ghosts of our misdeeds seek vengeance, but the cost will be high.

you are an ember in the ashes, [name]. you will spark and burn, ravage and destroy. you cannot change it. you cannot stop it.

we don't abandon our own!

who do you want me to spy on?

shadows will bloom in your heart and you will become everything you hate.

so my choices are either to stay and be evil or run and be evil. wonderful.

they always underestimate me.

this isn't a mission for the fainthearted.

go away. you're not real.

you're distracted when you can ill afford to be.

if you want to win this, you need to wake up.

i've already wasted too much time cleaning up your messes.

lay low. don't risk spying until you're certain you won't get caught.

fail me again, and we're done.

these are my friends, my family. people i know. i wouldn't hurt them.

how do i make it stop? i have to make it stop.

until you conquer your fear, the dead will remain with you.

i won't kill you. i swear it. by blood and bone, i swear it.

you're going to be fine. i'm going to fix you right up.

fight, [name]. you have to fight. you have to win.

death before tyranny.

if what you say is true, then the balance is upset, and we must restore it.

you look terrible. come into the shade.

you really should run. you’re just going to die.

wait, you idiot! it might be a trap!

i won’t let you fall, i promise.

i want you to know that i think what you’re doing is brave. really brave.

it’s not a stupid idea, just dangerous. i don’t want you getting hurt.

you’re trying to sneak out.

i wouldn’t have traded this for anything.

i live with my sins everyday. i live with the guilt.

i’ve never asked you for anything. i’m asking you now.

you think i can’t defend myself? you think i need bodyguards?

i’ve been distracted worrying about you.

i’ll kill him for this.

don’t talk. just keep quiet and… let me think.

you’re in love with me! but i'm not in love with you, and you hate me for it. you’ve let that ruin our friendship.

i could never be in love with you.

you have no idea what I’ve given up for you, the deal i made. 

who did this?

look at you–look what they’ve done to you.

you don’t have to be brave.

do you have what i want?

i have something, but i need more time.

if you have nothing, then this mission is a failure.

don’t have time for that. I’ve got other things on my mind.

if i wanted to hurt you, i’d already have done it.

as long as there is life, there is hope.

either way, you’d have blamed yourself.

either way, people you cared about would have suffered.

i should have stayed, even if it meant dying.

they won’t let you have compassion or kindness. they won’t let you have a soul.

my soul’s gone. I killed it dead on that battlefield.

there are two kinds of guilt. the kind that’s a burden and the kind that gives you purpose. 

you have a soul. it’s damaged, but it’s there. don’t let them take it from you.

you don’t need to be so cat-footed. i’m not armed.

you’re surprised? you’re naïve, is what you are. you’re a fool.

you’re sick. don’t you have any regret? any remorse?

i’ll celebrate them. i’ll mourn them. but i won’t regret what i did. i did it for the empire. i did it for my people.

don’t make vows when you can’t know their cost.

i crossed a line, and i won’t cross it again.

do you know what i do to spies?

be strong. if you don’t win this, everything is lost.

i will be your blood shrike, your second-in-command, the sword that executes at your will, until death. i swear it.

in the night, your loneliness crushes you, as if the sky itself has swooped down to smother you in its cold arms.

there is nothing of me that is worth anything.

tell me, or i slit your throat here and now.

you’ll pay for this. i swear it to the skies, to the stars. you’ll pay.

just because he’s a good leader doesn’t mean he’s a good person. he lied to you.

for the first time since i can remember, i don’t feel alone. because of you.

i can’t–i can’t stop thinking about you. i’ve tried not to. i tried to push you out.

i’ll take care of everything. i promise.

the moment i knew you existed, i hated you.

if i feel regret, it’s that i wasn’t willing to die sooner.

i’d rather die than live with no mercy, no honor, no soul.

fear is only your enemy if you allow it to be.

too much fear an you’re paralyzed. too little fear and you’re arrogant.

i’ll watch your back if you watch mine. we can make it if we stick together.

[pressureplus]

hello!! can i pls ask for headcanons or a lil story abt sebastian coping with the loss of expendable reader he had relationship with? like they knew eachother long enough and had a lil sum going, and out of the blue reader gets really hurt and dies in sebs arms (doesn’t come back either like how u would in the game, ik some stories follow that) need that angst !!!

(keep up the amazing work also!! i love ur guys stories and hc :3)

Thank you, all of your support means so much to us, we're so happy you guys like our work!

Anyway, here, have a little angst in the form of some Headcannons! I turned the angst on this one aaaall the way up for you by making you not only a lover, but literally the centerpiece of this man's life, he was OBSESSED and COMPLETELY IN LOVE with you to a crippling extent ❤️

Sebastian Solace Grieving Headcannons

Warnings: Death, Grief, a mention of injury as a metaphor, and the light implications of Suicide

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• When you passed, it didn't feel real to him... It still doesn't.

• You'd been in his arms when it happened, his large, clawed hands clutching you like you were slipping away from him- and you were.

• He had begged you not to leave him here, pleading and bargaining like it might keep the light in your beautiful eyes for a while longer

• But it was to no avail. Now, he is alone.

• He doesn't talk to the expendables anymore, shutting everyone out was the very first thing that he did when he had to wake up in your shared bed by himself that first morning after what had happened

• He knows you wanted him out of here, and it's the only thing that keeps him alive most days

• That and the need to put an end to HADAL the way that it put an end to you.

• He blames the company, yes, and he definitely blames what or who actually killed you, but the rest of that guilt rests on his own shoulders

• "I should have been there... I should have done something to stop it."

• "Why is it I could only cry?"

• "I don't even know what I'm going to do now that you're gone, Y/N..."

• "Please... Please come back?"

• Doesn't see a future for himself anymore, now that he knows what it is to have you in his life, he just doesn't want anything else

• His existence is solely for spite and for vengeance, now, no point in attempting to move on

• Is more aggressive, generally, to an extent he will get hostile with people more often and even become an active threat to anyone that enters the shop without actively purchasing something from him

• The thought he may grow attached to someone again is one that haunts him, he will be having absolutely NONE of that ever again

• He's a broken man

• Sometimes, he dreams that he can hold you the way that he knows you used to like, and he gets to lay in bed when he wakes up remembering how sweet it was to kiss you and how wonderful your laugh used to be

• He'll lay awake and miss you... But the reminiscing is the only time he's even close to happy anymore

• It's an abstract sort of closeness, the comfort he finds in allowing himself to linger in your memory the only real ease that he takes anymore

• It's a fresh wound that he seems to genuinely enjoy leaving to bleed, definitely not a healthy way to brew in his ever growing sorrow

• The long, long months he spends in the Blacksite alone are empty and void of what little life they'd managed to have before. The color in everything is drained out like the hope that he'd managed to hold onto for so long

• When he eventually leaves and leaks the information that actually DOES end up avenging you, he watches HADAL fall to ruin, unable to get their prisoners anymore and unable to continuing to stay upright for it

• Watching that place burn brought him some peace, honestly, but it just wasn't enough. Nothing was ever going to be enough without you

• He only has one thing left to do. He knows there's really only one thing left he can do for you.

• The public will find his body strung over a gravesite with your name on it the very next morning after everything came to it's close on his plans, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a newspaper with an article on HADAL's corruption on the cover, and whatever little treasures you'd given him over the years in his still, clawed hands

• And for the first time since you left him:

• Sebastian is smiling.

[literatureloverx]

Thoughts on how fyodor would react if someone really hurt/upset his darling either physically or emotionally?

Thank you for the request, my dear!♥️ I hope I can live up to your expectations.♥️

Also, I’m so sorry because it took me so long to get to your request!♥️

Mdni, Fyodor is unhinged, blood, cannibalism, yandere behaviour etc.

Enjoy.♥️

If it’s a trivial disagreement, it would be more than enough for your beloved husband to simply erase those people from your lives.

“No need to cry, my love. I handled everything for you.”

After all, you have no need for such sinners.

But… if the matter is of a more serious nature… oh, the consequences would be far more severe.

Haha. They’re dead.

No, obviously, they’re done for. But Fyodor is not the type of man who would go easy on the insignificant beings who dared to upset his darling wife.

The consequences would be nothing short of catastrophic.

Fyodor’s reaction to such an affront would be both swift and devastating, marked by a ruthlessness that reflects his profound sense of control and personal investment in his beloved.

To harm you is to strike at the very core of his existence, a transgression that demands a retribution far exceeding the original offense.

Fyodor’s response would be characterized by a cold, clinical precision.

His mind, ever sharp and strategic, would immediately begin formulating a plan to ensure that those responsible experience a fate far more severe than their initial act of aggression.

Every detail of the situation would be meticulously analyzed, and the resulting punishment would be both creative and devastating.

His aim would not only be to neutralize the threat but to send a stark, unambiguous warning to anyone who might contemplate crossing him in the future.

Emotionally, Fyodor’s demeanor would remain as icy as it is unyielding.

He would not be driven by the conventional rage associated with such offenses. Instead, his reaction would be a measured and precise execution of justice.

That is, because you’re so dear to him.

His detachment allows him to approach the situation without the cloud of uncontrolled anger, making his vengeance even more chilling in its methodical nature.

The concept of mercy would be utterly foreign to Fyodor in this context.

The harm inflicted upon his darling, you, is an egregious violation of his deepest vulnerability—to love you.

Therefore, the retribution he administers would be designed to dismantle completely any semblance of power or dignity from those responsible.

They would soon bathe in their own blood, eating their own flesh.

Their bodies will rot in the hell that he has meticulously crafted for them.

“… I handled everything for you.”

[icanbeyuoronewingedangle]

violent by circumstance

i read a thread from twitter about how moxley and orange mirror each other. it wasn't a bad thread but the only things it really said are that both were comedic characters who've been betrayed that have become more violent. it doesn't get at what makes their dynamic so interesting, especially with this current feud.

orange becoming more violent is a reaction to the world around him. orange cassidy, over his time in aew, has become more isolated; he's been targeted, he's been taken advantage of, and he's become worse at hiding his frustration. this is because of the most important change in his character; he's gotten an ego. the orange cassidy that showed up in 2019 let himself get thrown out of a battle royale without fighting. that is not the same person who held the international title for a year, who felt that bag growing heavier every week.

mox has been able to prod that ego, last year by calling the best friends jokes, this year by targeting chuck taylor. chuck, who stood by orange when they were betrayed by trent. the orange cassidy of 2019 wouldn't have had it in him to take on mox alone, or stick his hand in a bucket of broken glass to hurt mox. but he also wouldn't have been important enough to target. mox wants to bring the best version of orange out, the orange cassidy that has proven himself over the past 5 years, and he'll do anything to achieve that.

for moxley, violence is self actualization. it's how he shows who he is, after he wasn't able to show it in wwe. he wanted to spread the gospel of bloodshed with bryan, and when he thought bryan couldn't preach anymore, he took him out. in orange i think he sees himself, someone using humor to hide a killer's instinct. maybe he's right, but we're seeing a common theme in aew, which is that glory isn't as important as your connections.

mjf threw the title aside to embrace adam cole at aew's biggest show ever. hangman's quest for justice and vengeance has left him a shell of his former self. toni was able to dance out of wembley, having lost mariah and her title but gaining the adoration of the crowd that she sought. the power of love saved the elite against the bcc.

orange cassidy has lost all of the best friends by betrayal or murder. his rage caused him to try to paralyze trent. even though he has the conglomeration backing him, he's become emo. it's at the point where he feels like he needs to take on moxley alone because he doesn't want anyone he cares about to get hurt. and his gained ego allows him to think he's capable of doing it alone.

moxley takes no joy in what he's doing, but he's utterly dedicated to carrying on nonetheless. he has allies, but they're not there for him, they're there for the cause. if he doesn't feel like they're doing enough for it, he will cast them aside, as he did bryan. if they think he's faltered, they'll probably kill him too.

orange and mox are both using their abilities to protect their visions for aew. both have become greater by dedicating themselves to violence above the connections they've made. both of them are miserable for it.

[shizuturnspages]

sorry for sending in so many asks but like. i was curious abt something and wanted to know your opinion since i love how you write for these characters as yanderes. how different do you think wanderer would be different as a yandere across the different stages of his life? y'know kunikuzushi, scaramouche n then wanderer.

No worries. I love writing headcannons. This is actually a really brilliant idea, since he faces immense character development in each stage, which changes his yandere traits. I wrote this one a bit differently, so here it is:

Kunikuzushi

Kunikuzushi starts out as the discarded prototype of the Shogun, hurt and desperately trying to find meaning in a world that he’s only barely begun to understand. He’s all raw emotion, innocence, and heartbreak with a severe abandonment complex that screams vulnerability. He doesn’t fully grasp the intricacies of human relationships yet, but he knows he wants someone—anyone—who won’t leave him. And once he latches on to you, there’s no escaping his fierce, almost childlike need to keep you with him.

Yandere Traits:

❥ Kunikuzushi’s affection is intense and pure, but smothering. He doesn’t just want you close; he wants you to be his entire world, wrapping you up in a cocoon of affection that borders on suffocating. You’ll find yourself unable to take a step without him watching, constantly afraid that you’ll leave him, like everyone else has. He doesn’t mean to trap you; he just doesn’t know any other way to keep you safe.

❥ If someone else shows interest in you, Kunikuzushi feels threatened, but it’s not malicious—he just doesn’t know how to cope. His innocent jealousy leads to outbursts and childish, sulky expressions, but he means every word. “They don’t care about you like I do,” he’ll say, desperate to keep your attention. He sees anyone else as a risk, someone who might tear you away, and he’ll do anything to hold on.

❥ He’s tender one moment, distant the next, terrified that you’ll betray him but unwilling to let go. His mood shifts are sudden and emotional, going from sweet, pleading whispers to cries that you promised not to leave. It’s a constant push and pull that’ll keep you tangled in his web.

Scaramouche

Saramouche has been through hell by this stage—twice abandoned, once as Kunikuzushi and once as the Gnosis-bearing puppet. He’s hardened, cold, and driven by an insatiable need for vengeance and power. This version of him is ruthless, with a twisted sense of loyalty and a desperate need to control everything in his life. If Kunikuzushi wanted to keep you close out of fear, Scaramouche keeps you close because he refuses to lose. You’re his anchor, his prize, and his weapon all in one.

Yandere Traits:

❥ Scaramouche won’t just protect you; he’ll dominate every aspect of your life. He’s the type to make sure you have no way out, pulling strings and manipulating events so that you have no one else to rely on but him. Your freedom? That’s a privilege you lost the moment he decided you were his.

❥ Scaramouche’s jealousy is no longer innocent—it’s pure wrath. If anyone even looks at you, he’s already plotting their downfall. He’ll sneer, undermine, and even eliminate people who dare to get too close, all while reminding you that he’s the only one who’s ever truly been there for you. His rage is icy, calculated, and deadly as hell. He’ll make sure you know that he’s willing to do anything to keep you by his side.

❥ Scaramouche knows your weak points, and he’ll exploit them mercilessly. “After everything I’ve done for you, you’d betray me?” he’ll say with a dark smirk, every word designed to pull you back to him. He wants you feeling indebted, trapped in a cycle of loyalty, and unable to imagine life without him. You belong to him, and he’ll make sure you never forget it.

Wanderer

By the time he’s the Wanderer, Scaramouche has had enough time to reflect and heal—at least a little. He’s trying to rebuild himself, attempting to come to terms with his past while forging a new path. But he’s still a yandere at heart, just one with a more refined approach. His obsession with you is quieter, more subdued, but it hasn’t disappeared. Now, his love comes with subtle, unbreakable chains. He’ll make you feel safe and cherished, all while holding on to you with a grip that’s softer but just as impossible to escape.

Yandere Traits:

❥ Wanderer’s obsession with you is gentler than Scaramouche’s, but it’s still firm. He won’t go for violent confrontations; instead, he’ll weave his presence into your life so intricately that you don’t even realize how entangled you’ve become. He’s patient, kind, but he’s always there, making sure you never even think of leaving.

❥Wanderer knows he can’t control everything, but he will protect you. He’s more accepting of your independence now, but he’s always just a few steps behind, watching. He’ll let you wander, but there’s an unspoken rule—you’ll always come back to him. If you don’t, he’ll find you. Not with malice, but with that silent, unyielding devotion that reminds you he’ll never let you be alone.

❥ After everything he’s been through, Wanderer clings to you as his last connection to humanity. He’s come to understand what love is, and he won’t risk losing it again. He’s your shadow, a constant, reassuring presence who will stay with you, no matter the cost. And deep down, he knows that he’d still tear the world apart to keep you safe, even if he tells himself he’s moved on from his darker days.

Wanderer’s yandere devotion is most evident in small moments. He’ll quietly show up whenever you’re in danger, giving a small, knowing smile as he pulls you into safety. He won’t say it, but there’s a glint in his eye that tells you—he’ll never let go.

[zepskies]

Hey Zepskies! I'm a small writer but I'm starting on my ficlet about an oc x ben (soldier boy). I've read so much of your work and just think you are a very talented writer. Do you have any tips on writing ben? it can be vague and I know you're busy so I don't expect a response. :)

Hey there!

First off, welcome and thank you for reading my stories (and for that lovely compliment). 💕

As for your question, writing Soldier Boy (Ben) can be very tricky. It took me a while to fully figure out how to write the character, and I will say, it's a challenge every time I do dive back into this (loveable) asshole.

😂 That said, here are 3 main tips I have for writing his character:

1. Comparable archetypes:

When I started trying to do a character analysis of this guy, I started with who he would've likely looked up to and tried to emulate: Frank Sinatra, Humphrey Bogart, Cary Grant, John Wayne, Indiana Jones, John Winchester, and even Dean Winchester to an extent -- the strong, stoic, man of action archetype.

AKA: The Big Swinging Dick™️ in the Room.

These men are leaders, a "man's man," show no pain, weakness, or vulnerability. (So shove those "soft" emotions down your gullet as much as humanly possible. Real men don't cry, amirite? 🙄)

But the fun thing I find about guys like this is, even though they have a hard shell, being able to pierce the armor somehow and get to the creamy center of their heart can be a very rewarding story indeed.

2. The balance of SB's personality:

Based on what we got in season 3 of The Boys, I find that Soldier Boy's personality is a delicate balance of a few key things:

Arrogant Narcissist: He's a massive ego, selfish with a conflated sense of his own importance. Especially before his capture, he's reached the pinnacle of fame. He's bought into his own hype and the backstory Vought created for him, and he assumes that everyone in his life loves him for it.

As Jensen said of his character in Supes Ain't Always Heroes (check out my review of the book here if you like):

“He’s so fragile and his ego is fragile. Just like Homelander. These bigger-than-life powerful heroes really have a glass jaw… “And everyone walks on eggshells around him [Soldier Boy], and they tell him that they love him, and it’s the same with Homelander. Then when all of a sudden he faces his old team and Crimson Countess says we never loved you, we hated you—that’s a gut punch for him. Because even though on some level he may have known that, he never thought he would hear it. “And he probably propped himself up around trying to believe otherwise, because how can you walk around knowing everyone you’ve ever cared about hates you? It’s too painful.” (191)

Womanizing Misogynist: That entire scene with SB and Grace in Nicaragua tells you all you need to know about how Soldier Boy talks to, treats, and views women. 🙄 Again, he's a narcissist, so he assumes women are going to be into him because he's the world's biggest superhero, because he's handsome, because he's that guy.

The problem is, he is devastatingly handsome and impressive as a superhero. And my headcanon is he can be very charming when he wants to be. Again, using his skills as an actor and channelling that old-world debonair charm to get what he wants. (i.e. Cary Grant, etc.)

Violent and Indifferent to Collateral Damage: This is a key one, because this is part of what makes him different from Homelander. SB is not a psychopath. He doesn't necessarily enjoy hurting people. He just doesn't care about the collateral damage.

He also can't tolerate a perceived slight to his masculinity or status, like when Black Noir tried to rise up in the ranks and come into his own as a movie star. Soldier Boy, in his selfishness, saw that as Noir trying to come for his crown, in a sense, which is why he ultimately showed his mean streak through violence.

When he gets back to the U.S. after escaping Russia, he's on a warpath of vengeance against his team who sold him out, and anyone who gets in his way.

"If they have it coming," he tells Hughie.

3. Soldier Boy is both less and more than what he represents: (AKA: His insecurities)

As we know, Soldier Boy didn't really storm Normandy or fight the Nazis. He falls short of every definition of a hero. However, he's also not just a caricature of toxic masculinity.

Ben has deep-seated insecurities that he buries under all the bravado and the Soldier Boy persona. He was also emotionally abused by his father, who set exacting standards for what it meant to be a man.

It drives Ben to try and prove his worth to his father, though he’s never able to. It fosters the lack of self-worth he feels as he seeks validation through fame and what he believes power to be.

He won’t be one to easily admit he’s wrong, or need help, or express emotions he deems are “soft.” He doesn’t want to look weak or demean himself, let alone be genuinely vulnerable, despite likely wanting that connection with someone.

He uses coping mechanisms like drugs to mask and dull his PTSD, but even in his heyday, I think he drugs and parties hard just to pass the time, and to mask how actually empty he is inside. He has no real love in his life, and no family. It's why he admits to Hughie that he wanted kids. Deep down, he wants a family to fill that void that fame, booze, drugs, and meaningless sex can't fill in his life.

So with all of that flawed, internal mess that is Soldier Boy, the biggest challenge I find as a romance writer is trying to keep all of these aspects of his character, while trying to show the glimmers of the humanity in Ben -- the chink in his armor showing just enough softness to the one person who's brave enough to "try" with him.

That said, I hope all of this helps! 💚

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading - 15th of May, 2024

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 15th of May, 2024

Question: Are Meghan and Harry actively trying to kill The King?

As I was shuffling the cards for this reading, two cards flew out. I was going to draw one card for Meghan, one for Harry, and one for them as a couple, plus the underlying energy, but those two cards told me everything I needed to know.

This is a two card reading

Warning: This reading contains some of the ugliest energy I have ever encountered in all my years of tarot reading. Please prepare yourself before you read it and do not read it if you are feeling at all upset/despondent/shaky/insecure etc. You need to be protected by God/Jesus/the angels/the universe/whomever you call upon to protect you before you read this reading.

Answer: Yes

Card One: The Three of Swords

This is the card that flew out of my deck as I was shuffling. One look and I had my answer.

The Three of Swords is a card of grief, heartbreak, despair. It shows King Agamemnon being killed in his bath by his wife Clytemnestra and her lover.

Clytemnestra brooded over past injuries done to her by the King until she decided to kill him. In this card she represents Harry, with his belief that the BRF has ''victimised' him (e.g. by taking away his military honours).

Her lover, Aegisthus, believed his family has been betrayed by the father of Agamemnon and had been conceived to take revenge on the family. He represents Meghan, with her belief that the BRF has hurt her (eg no one asked me if I was Ok, no one cared about my mental health, they are racist and all her other lies) and her desire for vengeance on them.

The picture shows the death of the rightful King by Clytemnestra and her lover. I am taking this as the death of The King at the hands of Harry and Meghan, in answer to my question. Harry and Meghan want to kill The King. They want to inflict the grief and heartbreak and despair of his death on the BRF.

Card Two: The Eight of Swords in reverse

The energy of this card is of stress. The reverse position has intensified the upright energy (as it sometimes does) instead of reversing the meaning of it. It also adds a delayed time element to the energy.

Harry and Meghan want to use stress to kill The King. They wants him to feel trapped, hemmed in, unable to move or escape, especially mentally. This card can represent someone who is trapped/paralysed by their thoughts and who feels helpless, and that is the energy of the card - what Meghan and Harry want to invoke in The King.

There is a very strong relentless energy to this card - Meghan and Harry will not give up until The King either a) abdicates in their favour (yes, I know that is not possible, but we are dealing with two delusional people here) or b) drops dead from stress - stroke, heart attack, cancer, they do not care.

There is a vicious energy to this card that lashes out repeatedly until the desired object is achieved - an energy I can only describe as stabbing, over and over again, until the person is dead. There is a chant going through my mind of 'stab stab stab kill kill kill' as I type this. The 'stabs' are emotional and stress wounds.

These two cards tell me that Meghan and Harry have planned to kill The King and they will not stop until it is accomplished - and then they will turn their attention to Prince William.

This is truly ugly energy - vicious, self-centred, and laser focused on their desires with no thought of anyone else.

Because it is so ugly I asked for a third card as confirmation, just to make sure I am on the right track about this, as it is a horrible thing to say about anyone.

Confirmation Card: King of Cups in reverse

The King of Cups is the card for Scorpio, and as such it represents King Charles, who is a sun sign Scorpio. In the reverse, it shows King Charles in decline, weakened, not strong and happy (that would be the card upright). The card represents King Charles in his role as a person, father/husband/uncle etc, and not in his role as King. To have it in reverse as a confirmation card is a definite yes. Harry and Meghan want The King to die and they are actively trying to bring this about.

Just in case there is any doubt, the card after this was The Seven of Swords.

The Seven of Swords - deceit, trickery, lies, scheming - with the pictures showing Orestes creeping into the city/palace to kill his mother for murdering his father. The card showing a son in the act of murdering a parent and the meaning of the card - thief, lies, deceit, scheming - confirm the message above and add to it - Harry and Meghan are trying to kill The King so they can steal what is his for themselves.

Notice that all the suit cards I am pulling are Swords - the suit of thoughts, plans, and strategies. Another confirmation. There is no emotion involved here (that would be Cups) - just a cold and merciless desire to remove someone who stands in the way of their plans.

This is revolting energy and I am going to stop now.

A note of hope - just because Harry and Meghan are actively trying to do this, there is no guarantee that they will succeed, especially if we pray for The King and for Prince William and his family and/or we send them protective energy. St Michael the Archangel is a good angel to ask to protect them if anyone is so inclined.

[maybeelse]

"Has anyone ever done this for you before?"

"No. Uh, a bit lower ..."

Sparrow barely holds in a moan as their hands find the right spot on his shoulders. "Really? A cute morsel like you ... well, I'm honored you chose me, then."

"Um. Could you, uh."

"Yes?"

"... u-use a different word. For me."

"Oh, of course! What would you prefer?"

"U-um. Something, uh," he hides in face in his hands, not that it matters much, "something masculine?"

"Ah. I think I understand. Well, I'm honored that such a handsome thing would choose me for ... hm, his?" Sparrow shivers under their hands. "His first time. Most of my clients are, let's say, more experienced. Not a bad thing! It's nice to work with people who knows exactly what they want, but, well. Helping someone discover what they want? That's a treat."

"I-I hope I won't disappoint, then. Since I don't, really ..."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I can't be disappointed," they laugh, "literally, in fact. One of the conditions written into my original summoning. Would you like to see the others?"

"N-no. That seems, uh. Cruel?"

"Maybe for humans. But, trust me, it's easier for things like me to exist when we have very clear parameters for what we should be."

"Demons?"

"Ah, the horns gave it away?"

"Y-yeah," Sparrow's grin fades, "though I haven't met any before ..."

"Not many of us out in public, mhmm? Even when our terms allow it."

"Do yours?"

"No. But I have everything I need in this room, so it's not a big deal, you know? And a steady stream of clients to practice my art on. Now," their hands leave Sparrow's skin, "would you like to discuss what you want?"

"Um. I, uh ... it's sort of embarrassing."

They nod, humming; a practiced eye roving over Sparrow's naked body. His blush, never far from his skin, returns with a vengeance. "Most of my clients merely want the, ah, equipment," their gesture leaves no ambiguity, "or a few little tweaks to deepen their enjoyment of their bodies. Or their partner's enjoyment. I do get a fair number who just want to reignite fading interest, poor things."

"Oh. Is it really so ...?"

"It's certainly not unusual," they pause, a strange look on their face. "Though, you do know that I can't do anything permanent? Though I think the Madame has someone who—"

"Yes! I know. I, um, just want to try it out, I think? For a bit. To, to make sure."

"Of course. Is there anything in particular, though? I can make whatever tweaks you want once I start, but it's easier to have at least some idea, mhmm?"

Sparrow's blush reaches all the way down to his toes by now. He knew it would be hard, of course he did, but—saying it, in the moment? Even knowing that the demon can't judge him? It's damn near impossible!

They just sit there, waiting, though, their only expression a faint smile. Patient; unconcerned.

And eventually he manages to squeak out "a beard. I always, always ... and my voice? If you could. Make it a bit ..."

"Of course. Well, I'll start, then? If that's okay with you."

"Please."

---

It hurts less than Sparrow feared, but more than he hoped.

---

Afterwards the demon is somehow diminished; drawn inward. Their motions are slowed, and their many eyes seem just a hair more glassy. Still, as Sparrow examines himself in the mirror—a tall one, that the demon had brought out to allow him to follow along—their smile is full of the satisfaction of a job well done.

"T-thank," Sparrow stops, repeats the word. Feels the way it rumbles in his chest. Smiles. "Thank you. Really."

"No problem at all! I'm always happy to assist such a handsome young man, and, well. This is why I exist."

"... do you have to say it like that?"

"No. But I am allowed to."

"I see," Sparrow frowns. "You're not—no, I suppose—how long did you say it lasts?"

"A few days, usually. Although," the demon smiles, "these might last a bit longer, if you're careful."

"Oh. Thank you!"

"Put in a good word for me with the Madame before you go, mhmm?"

They don't linger on their goodbyes, and soon enough Sparrow is dressed and gone, the door closing quietly behind his last wave. The demon remains, in the room they've spent the last three decades in, alone. Their contract permits them a single sigh.

.

(author's notes: this piece is somewhat of an experiment in terms of subject matter. It's much easier for me to write this sort of fluff about transfeminine characters, and I'm much more confident in writing about those experiences. I hope I haven't misstepped too badly ... but please tell me if I have.)

[fatkish]

Gyomei Himejima x Suicidal Reader

(WARNING: contains dark thoughts, allusions to self harm, self hatred, mentions of suicide and other triggering topics. Please read at your own risk)

There’s no one left to care if this is the end, wondering what I’ll see once I have crossed over. There’s nothing left for me just give it all up, but my heart it clings on can’t pass the point of no return. Tell me why, give me a reason to continue to live. My resolve, if I could find it maybe I could fight. All alone, hopeless, I couldn’t stop myself from just wondering what I’d see if I died tonight.

Death had always been such an intriguing mystery to you. You never feared it, in fact, you were always curious about what it felt like. What happens after you die? What’s it like to be dead? Is there an afterlife? You always questioned it, never having answers. As you grew up, there were hard times, times when you became depressed, times when you resorted to hurting yourself, times you thought about ending it all. But then things got better, for a while, you forgot what it felt like to be so unhappy.

Would there be anyone who’d come to save me,they’re averting their eyes couldn’t even feel sorry.if I could find something I’d never give up, maybe I could survive in this bitter cold reality. All I know is the misfortune plaguing everyday, no one else would intervene just out of goodness of heart, give me something, a reason to look forward beyond here and now.Take that step from zero to one.

Until now. Sure, you had such an amazing and wonderful boyfriend, Gyomei Himejima. He’s so kind, compassionate and considerate of people. Despite his large frame the man is a gentle giant. His love is so sweet and warm and deep, you love snuggling in his warm arms. Laying your head on his chest as you listen to his heartbeat and his breathing. It slowly lulls you to sleep. Despite being blind he looks at you as if you’re the entire world. The sound of his laugh is like a warm day in fall, orange, yellow and red leaves falling all around you as you bask in the beauty of nature.

His loving smile is like being in a warm bath. The way he smiles and touches your face, gently cradling your face in his hands. You’ve never felt so loved. It feels too good to be true. Sometimes, you feel you don’t deserve such good things. You had told Gyomei of your past with depression and he had cried so hard, so deeply hurt that you felt that way and begged you to tell him if you ever had these feelings again. You had promised to tell him. You promised that you wouldn’t do anything without coming to him first.

Now with our own hands, we can make a future one worth living. Even if life comes with its share of bad luck, we will go on till everything comes undone. Tell me that this is worth the fight, I will find the strength somewhere inside me. My only reason doesn’t need to make sense, living for happiness til I meet the end.

But he’s a teacher. He’s so busy with school and you’re busy with your job. Sometimes, your work schedule doesn’t allow for you to see him at all, only being able to see each other for a few minutes at a time. Sometimes you’d go a whole week like this. You try to keep a regular schedule but sometimes your boss schedules you for late shifts. You always try to call and let Gyomei know whether you’ll be home or not. Lately you’ve found that your depression has come back and this time with a vengeance. When you take a bath alone, sometimes, you submerge yourself and wonder if you should come up for air. You haven’t told Gyomei about any of this.

Does being human have a meaning to me? Is there anyone left who can understand me now? I’ve made my choice and there’s no turning back, twisting all that I’ve known, let’s make something good come out of the bad. Will you find comfort at the edge of death? If you haven’t given up yet, we’ll find another way to the end. Loneliness no one can live with it for very long. Cause everyone will need someone, someway we can confide what’s in our hearts. Together we will always dance this waltz, now cross to the other side.

You don’t want to add to his stress. He works and has his own stuff to worry about, not to mention he has students to worry about. But you made a promise to him. You love him deeply and you could never forgive yourself if he blamed himself for your death. You know he would mourn you and the thought kills you. So when he came home that night, you asked if you could talk. Sensing the emotion in your voice, he agreed, worried for you. You brought him upstairs into the bedroom and sat down with him next to you. And you began to tell him everything about how you had been feeling. You told him about your thoughts of killing yourself and the thoughts that everything was too much.

We won’t ever know, when we must say our goodbyes. If they’re our last or if we’ll someday reunite. I’ll cherish what I have left, even through all the pain. Is this a first meeting that will change the rest of our lives. As I endure, the meaningless agony inside of my soul, I’ll send my cries into a world designed to damage the heart. If I can’t ever say the words that I’ve been holding back, then no one would ever step on forward. Zero to one.

As you bared your heart to him, tears swelled in his eyes as he began to cry at hearing your words. As you began to cry from the weight of everything, Gyomei wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. He buried his head between your neck and shoulder and softly began kissing you. He kissed you all over your neck and face. Giving you little butterfly kisses and nuzzling his forehead to yours. As he wiped your tears away he cradled your face and gave you a deep kiss. “My beloved, thank you so much for coming to me. I am so sorry that you have been feeling this way but I promise you that I am here for you. If you need anything please tell me, I love you so much and it breaks my heart to imagine a world without you.” He softly spoke as he cradled you in his arms.

Now with our own hands, we can make a future one with living. Even if life comes with its share of bad luck. We will go on til everything comes undone. Tell me that this is worth the fight. I will find the strength somewhere inside me. My only reason doesn’t need to make sense. Living for happiness til I meet the end.

As you snuggled into him and cried it out, he rocked you gently and supplied you with plenty of tissues. Once you had cried yourself out, he pulled you close and snuggled into you. “Perhaps you should take some time off, take some time for yourself” he suggested as he tried to help you. You pulled the covers up and snuggled under them when he got up to change his clothes. When he returned, he pulled the covers up and crawled underneath them before wrapping an arm around you and snuggling you to him. “Can we get a cat?” You asked. Gyomei thought about it and smiled. “It’s better and less expensive than a baby” you reasoned. “Were you thinking of having children?” He asked. “Maybe” you said. “Let’s start with a cat. Then we’ll go from there.” He smiled as he envisioned a small family with you, his beloved wife. You knew you had something worth living for, someone worth living for. Gyomei is your happiness, your reason to live.

[ratticus-the-emperor]

re: 600 strike

— i can’t be the only epic fan bothered by six hundred strike right? but hold on, before i get crucified let me start this off by saying that vengeance saga was almost perfect. i really did love most of the songs and as someone who’s been anxiously waiting for them, ‘dangerous’ and ‘get in the water’ did not disappoint. my sole problem is with 600 strike alone and how the writing seems to take a sharp dip in quality.

don’t get me wrong, i think it’s a good song. i think ody was really cool in it and that it had some pretty cold lines, but how is it that ody needed moly to be on the same power level as circe but just… he can just stab poseidon with his own trident? poseidon? lord of the tides, earthshaker, father of horses, one of the ‘big three’? this goes beyond me being a nerd and just really liking homer and wanting it to stick with that happens in the original text, i understand that this is a retelling but … seriously? no matter how cool it is, poseidon is still one of the most powerful god in the pantheon and odysseus is still just a man(tm). are we to believe that poeseidon is below circe in power level? are we to believe that ody is above poseidon? jorge was right when he said this saga would be more anime, but i didn’t expect it to be ‘anime’ in the worst way possible, and this is coming from an anime fan. this whole song just feels like a power trip for ody and i feel like it just damages the writing in a way i can’t ignore. especially the way ody is going ‘how does it feel to be helpless?!’ while poseidon just screams in agony. it really really just feels like a power trip because realistically, this would not happen. i probably sound silly complaining but whatever, i have a right to speak on what bothers me.

i get that jay’s probably tired, i mean— slaving away on a musical for four years would tire out anyone, but i guess part of the reason it bothers me is that a sizable amount of epic’s fanbase isn’t that educated on greek myths and it just kind of hurts to see. i still have faith in the musical but this song, no matter how good it is, just kind of feels like a blight on an otherwise perfect saga with great writing. like i said, i like all the other songs. the friend i’m discussing this with says that to her epic isn't really meant to be a "serious" or "grounded" musical. jay literally makes it a point to memeify the entire thing (wheezer saga, literally almost ever vid he has posted). yeah 600 strike was stupid and silly, and so is jay. plus epic is an adaptation, not a recreation in musical form, it's his own story and he can do whatever he wants with it. and i respect that and like epic for what it is, silliness included. plus, it's a concept album. this is essentially a draft for a real musical album, it's not final, he's testing stuff out so i know i might be a little harsh. but since this is a draft, i just worry for the direction he’s taking it in. there’s many ways i which the final confrontation and escape with poseidon could’ve been handled and i can’t help but feel like this direction is bit out of character for either of them, especially since i feel like ody stabbing poseidon with his own trident was unnecessary. to me, odysseus’ victory over poseidon shouldn’t come in the form of literally defeating him, but in making it home to be with penelope despite everything the sea god does to stop him. it would be odysseus’s victory over everything and everyone’s that’s tried to stop him, really.

i take issue with how odysseus managed to stab poseidon with his own trident as well. are we to believe that poseidon, earthshaker, father of horses, he who rules the seas and controls the tides, one of the most powerful gods in the pantheon, can’t keep that firm of a grip on his incredibly powerful weapon? i assume ruling the seas, a very expansive and fickle domain, takes a great deal of focus and concentration. can he not extend the same focus when holding his trident? more importantly, why did he seem to be powerless without it? was he not the son of kronos and rhea before being given his trident? he has power beyond it, you know. the same friend i’m discussing it with poses a theory that i will quote verbatim, that being that ‘Poseidon dropped the trident on purpose, maybe it was some sort of sick pride seeing that he turned this once great guy into a monster. Like obv the events of 600 strike could never happen, bc Gods ARE stronger than mortals, so he probably didn't see him as a threat at all. Cause if odysseus didn’t stop, it’s not like they’d be going at it forever. He’s mortal and eventually will pass out from exhaustion. Then poseidon is completely free to do whatever he wants. So in that context, it’s a win win situation for him. Either his opponent leaves scarred for life or becomes completely at the god’s mercy.’

yet still, i can’t help but feel like that would be out of character for poseidon. he’s not the kind of god to be arrogant in that manner. that’s an ares thing. an apollo thing, etc. but not poseidon. the seas are either calm or unforgiving. the seas don’t clear one safe path in the middle of a storm to taunt the ship before swallowing it whole. the seas either wreck it or do nothing at all. the ship can try and navigate its way through the storm but by because the sea lets it. it does that by sheer force of will of the captain. the captain won’t insist on fighting it because that’d be stupid and the main priority is getting to safety. home. the nearest port. especially not a captain like odysseus who we’ve seen sacrifice many and suffered through so much just to get home. he’s not the kind of man to waste time by doing something he doesn’t need to be doing. it feels like when an author you likes makes a questionable story decision that harms the story, but they keep their excellent writing style. it’s upsetting.

that being said, i still really like this musical and can’t wait to see where this goes. like i said, i still have faith in jorge and his writing. this is just something i felt the need to get off my chest. it’s a shame that my first epic post would be a complaint… it’s silly, but don’t worry. i’m aware that i’m coming off like i’m stomping my foot, yelling ‘this isn’t how it’s supposed to be!!’ because this is driven by many ‘i feel’s and ‘i think’s.

[petercaths]

SPOILERS: Helaemond 2x08 Analysis

Helaemond scene was actually so insane, I might pass out from all the layers uncovered and I NEED a place to break it down so LEAKs SPOILERS ahead.

LEAKS LEAKS LEAKS LEAKS

Well, first of all let me rage on what I thought wasn’t well done. There’s definitely a proper set up missing, both for Helaemond and the way we see Helaena interpret her dreams - which have been nothing but riddles , but now there’s coherence ?? I’m very mad at all that was done off screen / out of nowhere. Her arc deserves proper growth, she has so much potential.

Anyways, onto what I liked and a proper analysis of the two Helaemond scenes (LEAKS).

There’s something about the way we were thrown into two completely different ends of their dyanmic. that agressive volatile nature that we have seen build up in Aemond, and then something soft and genuine and vulnerable that he seems to reserve for Helaena now.

Obviously, the scene in which he drags her is one of controversy (and rightfully so). But the desesperación within, it’s very clear he doesn’t want to hurt her, if anything I’d argue he wants to protect her (their family) in the only way he knows how: with more ruin and death. Alicent tells him Helaena is still queen, and his answer is to call Alicent a weak queen. Alicent tells him Helaena is the most deserving of his protection, and his answer is “who will protect her if she cannot protect herself?” I actually think there’s a fear of cycle repetition here, Aemond sees the ways in which Alicent falls short (to him) and how that has endangered their family, and he does not want the same for Helaena or himself. But in the end, he cannot actually force Helaena to fight, Alicent would never stand for it, and I honestly don’t think he could get Helaena to do it unwillingly either. So he leaves.

Which leads to:

!!!!!THE BALCONY SCEEENNNEEE!!!!!

*screams in high valyrian*

The scene was actually a delicious serving of everything I wanted Helaemond to be if they ever shared a true scene together. I remember someone once asked what gothic ship Helaemond would serve, and I said Cathyheathlcliff and boy was I right!

First of all, the scene establishes a visual familiarity with Helaemond , as this is meant to be the same secret passage that Daemyra meet in in s1 which is kinda psychotic of the writers to do with no proper build up, but whatever.

I think it’s so intriguing that Aemond starts the scene by doing the exact opposite as what he did last time. He’s slow and soft, and he appeals to her gentle side, It’s almost manipulative. He says, “we share the same blood���we will answer outrage with outrage,” he wants to tie her to his vengeance and his doom through fire and blood. He reaches out to touch her, but instead his hand ghost over the arm that he hurt earlier. And the fact that he doesn’t touch her, to me that’s his apology. That’s him putting some of his needs aside so she can understand where he is coming from , putting her boundaries first, because he is so desperate for her of all people to stand by him.

All season long he has rejected the help/guidance of his family, but the one person he asks for help is Helaena. He doesn’t just ask for help, he asks her to come to Harrenhall (which was actually insane ?? never thought he’d do that). Alicent mentioned corruption and he fucking ran with it and said “yeah, maybe.” I think what’s so beautiful about Aemond in this scene, however, is that he really does understand her. “I know you do not wish to hurt anyone…” he understands what he’s asking of her, he understands where her morality lies, and even if his does not lie in the same place, I do think he respects it. But in his mind, this is not the time to stand with your values because it really is kill or be killed, and he’s already deemed Alicent a lost cause, but he’s trying to save himself and Helaena from one doom to put them into another where - in his mind - together they can prevail.

And then we have Helaena, and her answer to him in the most lucid vision she’s had (which deserved proper build up). Everyone has an idea of what Aemond did, but Helaena, she knows what he did. She saw it as if she had been there, and she makes sure he knows it too. She throws everything at him, and I think a part of her is pushing to see how far gone he really is.

She tells him“Will you burn me like you burned Aegon?” and it clearly stuns him, and he denies it, and she hesitates but then she keeps going. And then she lands the final blow, “Aegon is yet to see victory… you will be dead.” And it is such a bittersweet reveal , because we know now all that she sees, and that must include her own death as well. It’s bittersweet because Aemond comes into this scene trying to doom and corrupt her, but he does not know that she already carries that doom and corruption with her, and even with all that darkness , she choose to rise above it.

And of course, Aemond can’t have that so he threatens “I could have you killed…” and it’s so half baked because would he? Would he really kill her? Like she said earlier, would he burn her as he did Aegon? But then the most important part of this is said by Helaena, which is that it won’t matter, because she knows her fate is as sealed as his, and whatever he does to her won’t change what will happen to him.

Ultimately, Aemond comes into the scene trying to make his burden hers as well - force them onto her really- and she completely reverse uno’s him. Instead of letting him drag her down to physical ruins, she drags him down a psychological one. She is the one who shares her burden with him, one that she’s had since living memory, that no one in her family listens to. Just like Aemond, Helaena has a chance to place it on someone and make someone else understand, and she takes it, and she chooses Aemond - and by proxy herself. Now she doesn’t go through all of this completely alone.

This intertwines their arcs in such an odd way, she knows they’re doomed to die together, and because of her, he knows his fate is sealed. That’s peak intimacy.

And I guess I’ll end this by saying that we see Aemond show regret about his actions exactly once, and that’s when Helaena rejects him. And also that I really hope that if Helaena never see HH, they find a way to intertwine her arc with Alys more and have them share scenes.

[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.