#PandaPool

[pandapool]

Wade: help me with the zipper? Logan: sure Wade: UP Logan, you horny motherfucker Logan: *grins unapologetically*

inspired by this post from @artbyvalo

[uwingdispatch]

Just some Deadpool and Wolverine things. (I don’t know if I’m going to do a ton of Deadpool variants but I saw Pandapool and couldn’t resist.)

Shop is here. 💜

[the-imaginative-hobbyist]

There is a new Kung Fu Panda movie out soon, and we all know Deadpool & Wolverine is coming this summer, so here is a friendly reminder that Pandapool exists.

[wazzaldorps-comic-hole]

Pandapool; the species that endangers you!

[redpaws]

Tweaked that arcade coin-bank design a little to add an inner wall and make it a claw game!

This one was made for my friend's birthday. He's a massive fan of Deadpool so it was fun to draw so many different versions.

Laser-cut acrylic with a Glowforge + Flatbed UV printer

[tanawannabe]

i 💚 pandapool (old handle)

[lyucky]

A not so family friendly drawing!

Following a what if plotline that the lovely @pandapool is writing

*not cannon to the story but still astronomically fun*

[k1ng-r0wan]

Two posts in one day? Yeah nah I'm on a roll today for whatever reason

Asked for suggestions to redraw some of those text posts I see people edit together with poolverine and specifically got suggested by @pandapool to draw this post by @mischievous-thunder

I might do more of these tbh, this was fun :3

[resident-idiot-simp]

Laura tells Logan and Wade Happy Father's Day and they immediately start crying.

@pandapool: She blurts it out in Spanish and then opens her mouth to repeat herself but Logan, already tears in his eyes, waves her off saying 'i got it kid.' and opens his arms for her.

Wade is coming apart at the seems and just launches himself at her trying not to ugly cry. After all he never thought he'd be a father never thought he'd hear that.

That definitely made up for everything in his life. The both of them think they can die happy now, so pleased that their girl thinks of then that way.

[the-writerwoman]

Wrote this for @pandapool as they wanted something new to read and I wanted something fresh to write 👀 we got Mall AU with arcade worker Wade x Mall security Logan

It’s probs bad, but enjoy!

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The mall smelled like sugar, sweat, and desperation.

Logan hated it.

Fluorescent lights buzzed above like hornets on speed, the food court was a symphony of screaming toddlers and squeaky sneakers, and that damn arcade—that shrine of chaos and neon—was the epicenter of his daily migraine.

And right at its pulsing core? Wade.

Wade, the loudmouthed arcade gremlin with a sharp jawline from chewing gum and enough energy to power the mall’s entire grid. Bald, scarred, and somehow the most obnoxiously confident person Logan had ever met, Wade wore hideous Hawaiian shirts like they were armor and made it his personal mission to get under Logan’s skin.

And it worked.

“Hey, Mr security Man!” Wade called as he leaned against the doorway of the arcade. “If I break mall rules, would you use handcuffs on me?”

Logan growled under his breath, adjusting his belt and muttering something about brats in adult bodies. He was debating giving Wade a proper talking-to when the guy snapped a bubble and grinned.

“C’mon, you know you love me.”

Logan did not.

Definitely didn’t think about him after hours. His grinning mouth before he blew another bubble, or how his tongue chased after the gum around his lips after he popped it. Not at all.

He turned around and walked away, ignoring the sound of Wade’s laughter behind him.

And then, one day, Wade crossed a line. Something about a fake intercom prank, Logan’s patrol radio, and an announcement about free lap dances in the Sunglass Hut. It took hours to explain to Brenda in HR that he didn’t sanction that.

The next morning, Wade appeared during Logan’s break, looking sheepish, holding out a coffee cup like a peace offering.

“Sorry,” Wade said, quieter than Logan had ever heard him. “I was being a jackass. I got carried away. Thought maybe caffeine would soften the rage?”

Logan stared at the cup, then at Wade, then took it without a word and nodded to him, his pulse definitely not quickening at the grin Wade gave him.

Somehow, after that moment, it became a thing.

Wade started showing up during Logan’s breaks. Sometimes with coffee. Sometimes with jelly beans. Once with a candy spray that he insisted Logan try, which ended up more around Logan’s mouth than in it, and he couldn’t decipher the look on Wade’s face as he swiped it with his thumb and licked it off.

Wade would hang by the arcade entrance, blowing bubbles and heckling teenagers into trying to beat his high score on Street Fighter II. No one could. He’d laugh, pat their backs, and hand out free tokens like candy. And Logan, who hated the arcade, found himself patrolling past it a little more often.

“My Security guard’s back!” Wade crowed one night. “Must be my cologne. It’s called Desperation and Red Bull.”

“You reek of something,” Logan muttered, trying not to smile.

Later that night, long after the food court had gone silent and the janitors had started mopping up spilled pretzel cheese, Wade caught Logan lingering near the darkened arcade.

“You ever actually play anything in here?” Wade asked, flicking a quarter between his fingers. His Hawaiian shirt had palm trees and flamingos on it tonight. Logan wanted to hate it. Wanted to.

“No,” Logan said.

Wade tilted his head. “Afraid to lose?”

Logan stepped forward. “To you?”

Wade grinned. “Come play a game. One round. Winner gets a slushie. Loser has to pay.” He leaned in, like he knew Logan wanted to say no.

Logan should’ve said no. He was a stickler for rules, and they really shouldn’t be using the arcade after hours. But Wade was looking at him like a kicked puppy, and Logan had never been good at resisting trouble in loud shirts and pretty smiles.

“…You’re on.”

The arcade roared to life in a swirl of color. Neon lights flickered. The Street Fighter II machine glowed like an altar. They stood side by side. Logan shook off the weird feeling from the heat coming off of Wade. Wade bounced on his heels before inserting the coin.

“Prepare to be humbled,” Wade said, gum snapping.

“Shut up and pick your character,” Logan muttered, making Wade chuckle.

Trash talk flew. Elbows bumped. Wade giggled every time Logan cursed under his breath. Logan found himself laughing without meaning to as Wade tried to distract him by gently poking his sides during combos.

In the end, Logan won by the skin of his teeth.

Wade stared at the “K.O.” on the screen like it was a betrayal. “You… cheat code-using son of a—”

Logan snorted. “How am I the cheater when you were the one poking me?.”

Wade stuttered before crossing his arms. “Fine. And what flavour of delectable ice water would the victor like?” Logan looked over at the snack stand and read the flavours. “Cherry cola.” Wade’s eyes lit up.

“One cherry cola, coming right up.” He did a little bow with a royal hand wave and walked away, ignoring Logan shaking his head.

Logan looked back at the arcade cabinet, fiddling with the joystick. He couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun. Being around Wade was easy. Easier than Logan wanted to admit, but he had a way of being nnoyign until ti was charming.

“I have returned with nectar from the Gods!” Logan turned to look at Wade. He’d chosen the biggest cup that the snack stand provided. Logan hoped he paid.

“Thanks,” he went to take it and noticed the two straws. Wade moved his eyebrow bones up and down. “You didn’t think I’d get two, did you? I’m not made of money.” Logan rolled his eyes, took one of the straws, and took a big sip of the tasty treat. It wasn’t until he looked up and noticed Wade looking at him with a soft look in his eye, that he realised how close they were. They are even closer than when playing the arcade game because they are now face-to-face.

Logan pulled back from the drink, his ears burning. “What?” Wade smiled. “Nothing, I was just thinking about how nice this is. And how I’m trying not to mess it up by telling you how I wanna get lost in your eyes.”

Logan felt heat creep up his neck. “Shut up,” he mumbled. Wade laughed, bright and sweet, much like himself. Logan looked away, but Wade didn’t.

Didn’t pull back, didn’t laugh again, didn’t move at all. Just let the quiet settle between them, soft and crackling.

Logan shifted, suddenly hyperaware of the arcade lights flickering off machines nearby, the low hum of the prize counter behind them, the taste of cherry cola still on his tongue. Wade’s knuckles brushed his. It wasn’t an accident.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Logan muttered. “Like what?” Wade asked, grinning like he already knew.

“Like you like me or something.”

“Can’t help it,” Wade said softly, and this time, his voice didn’t hide behind a joke. “Because I do.”

Logan opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out.

So Wade leaned in instead. Just close enough that Logan could’ve pulled away.

He didn’t.

Wade kissed him gently, sweet and patient, like he knew Logan needed a second to breathe through it. Like he didn’t want to scare him off.

Logan didn’t pull back. Once the surprise passed, he leaned in too, slower, like he wasn’t used to something so soft but didn’t want to let it go.

Wade kissed him gently, with the slightest pressure and Logan craved more of it.

When they broke apart, Wade was still smiling, just a little dazed

“Guess losing at Street Fighter’s not that bad,” he said, voice low and a little breathless. “You winning kinda worked out for me.”

Logan huffed out a quiet laugh, his forehead still close to Wade’s. “You let me win, didn’t you?”

Wade wiggled his eyebrows again. “Who, me? No way. I just got distracted by your hands on the joystick.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but his smirk betrayed him. He didn’t pull away.

Neither of them said anything else for a moment, letting the sounds of the arcade fade into background static. Lights blinking. Machines humming. Wade’s fingers brushing Logan’s knuckles like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You wanna play another round?�� Logan asked eventually, voice rougher than before.

Wade grinned, all teeth and affection. “Only if I get another slushie after I lose.”

Logan tipped his head slightly, almost a nod. “Yeah. I can do that.”

[deadpool-wade-wilson]

[insert panda noises here, as pandapool falls from a nearby branch]

- @pool-of-panda

Careful! this is why pandas are endangered!

[pandapool]

Logan only carries one (1) weapon --that isn't his claws-- on his person, tucked into the side of his boot.

it's a small knife, adamantium blade and a red handle with some thin decorative black leather straps.

when Logan had gifted it to Wade, the latter had frowned and already tried to figure out how to shift his current weapon arsenal around to be able to carry the knife.

Logan had smiled gently and shook his head, then showed Wade the little sheath he head requested for his left boot.

'i've got your back, i'll always be your reserve.'

(maybe Wade teared up a little at the thought of Logan carrying around a back up weapon)

[eroticomens]

tagged by @pandapool to share 6 pics from my camera roll that aren’t selfies

if you see this & wanna participate consider useful tagged by me! sorry but these games always die with me bc i’m scared to tag people LOL

[localps5]

pandapooling maybe.. if you will

[wagemama-ningyo]

Tag game! Tagged by @bossboudicca 💜 Shuffle your on repeat spotify playlist and post the first 10 songs!

1. all coming back to me - Celine Dion

2. picture you - Chappell Roan

3. july - hozier

4. no plan - hozier

5. the first time ever I saw your face - Barbara Streisand and hozier

6. shake it out - Florence + the Machine

7. which way are you goin - Jim Croche

8. make you feel my love - Adele

9. bad bad Leroy Brown - Jim Croche

10. operator(that's not the way it feels) - Jim Croche

Please make your own post if you want to play along!

I'm tagging @terrasilvershade @ethantheannus @pandapool @rockygetsrolling and @moosekababs

[gravesidepickup]

@pandapool

NO PLEASE DO I DONT MIND AT ALL

Just tag me or shove it in my direction so I can read it please omg

okay, ignore that I've been dead as hell. new poolverine au idea just dropped.

Logan gets invited to Jean and Scott's wedding and he's trying to prove that he's NOT being sad bitch hours over it and hes definitely in such a good and happy and healthy and perfect relationship. so he has to bring his totally real and legit girlfriend to the wedding as his plus one right?

Except he doesn't HAVE a totally real and legit girlfriend. So he has to take to the internet. That he's not... The best at using but Desperate times call for Desperate measures, right?? Right.

Logan is hiring someone to play his girlfriend for the wedding.

"But this is supposed to be poolverine!" You yell

And you're RIGHT. IT IS!!

So, who else does he ACCIDENTALLY hire other than THE Wade fucking Wilson himself.

"Wolverine wouldn't do this :/" You say. too bad I don't care it's an au. plus, fuck you. I respond.

Logan is spending weeks sharing just enough information to make it passable before properly meeting face to face, a bad choice, but we did establish he's really not great with the internet. They're chatting it up, daily. Building a connection in their own way. He's desperate. Wade is kicking his feet and giggling over this.

Wade just thought it'd be funny to post on Craigslist, a dying website, just because he was bored on a Thursday night. He didn't expect any real inquiries, just bored Desperate men.

Surprise!

Someone is desperate, but it's a different kind of desperate.

Finally. An un determined amount of time before the wedding but just enough that it's too late to hire someone else– it happens. The first in person meeting. The moment Logan realizes he's a fucking idiot and he's stuck with an even bigger idiot.

It's too late. He doesn't have time to find anyone else. He has to COMMIT. This is his only choice. They're going to spend the entire undetermined amount of time together and get closer.

They have their bickering and fights, but they pull up to that wedding and put on the best god damn show this town has ever seen. By GOD do they fucking commit. It's beautiful. Cinematic masterpiece. Everyone is convinced, and everyone is happy for Logan. It's a fucking dream how well he pulls this off.

Alternatively, they're a fucking mess. They're a nightmare. it's like a trainwreck, you just can't look away. But maybe this is more convincing for them. Let's be honest. Their love language is stabbing and violence.

True Romcom style. They're in love fr now.