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c0wpokin · 12 days ago

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So excited for this!!!

Poolverine Holiday Big Bang Interest Check!

Hello, if you're still obsessed with these two guys, and want to join an event, now's your chance! The theme this time is holidays, any holiday, small, large, everything in-between. Please fill out the form below, and share this post so I can gauge interest properly. My main Tumblr is @ufohoaxes, so feel free to message me either there or even here for any more questions.

The form in question, be sure to fill it out thoroughly please!

Thank you in advance for sharing this post, and even being interested in such an event. I look forward to working with y'all if given the chance! - Noa -`♡´-

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c0wpokin · 25 days ago

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RAAAAAAAAAAH KNIGHT DEADPOOL MY BELOVED <3 <3 <3

You all were so kind about the snippet i said i’d been writing, and I would love to have some external motivation to write more.

So, please leave feedback if you enjoyed it. 😁

Snippet 1: Into Flame

Tracking down Wade is no easy task. Despite his bright red armour, the man knows all too well how to blend into an environment. A corrupted Wade tells a different story, one written in blood. Paths of massacred townspeople, burning houses, and the siren-like shrieking of terrified civilians were like a booming beacon to Logan’s keen sense of hearing. Galloping through the terror-stricken town, Logan notices a change in scent. The previous trail of ash and iron turns sour. Wade is close.

To the typical nose, magic is undetectable, but Logan can smell syphilis on a man two towns over. He sure as shit can smell magic. Having worked for the king for so many years Logan had been exposed to myriad spells and charms. The few good charms he’s come across are faint and fresh, reminding Logan of his homestead and land surrounded by lush forest. Though through his line of work, the spells are more often putrid.

Logan's stomach churns recalling a girl cursed to never experience skin on skin contact, the memory of the smell lingering like a faded scar. He’s met many souls that spewed sour sulphuric odours into the air, and Wade reeks.

“WADE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YA!”

Logan knows expecting a response is pointless; Wade never spoke under the witch’s control. Still, he persists.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE, MAN.”

Exhaustion pulling at his horse, he slows it to a stop. Frantically whipping his head from left to right, eyes darting to any small movement or a flash of bright red.

Just as Logan’s hope dwindles, a shrill scream is caught and silenced by a gargled noise. Wade is still on his rampage, and Lo and his steed leap into action once again with a second wind of desperation.

A sharp right turn throws him face to face with the cursed knight, who stands surrounded by roaring flames and burning remains. The corpse of the woman whose cry he heard lying at his feet, still bleeding out.

“WADE!” He pulls the reins so tight the horse skids to a stop in the muddy road “C’MON!” Tearing his helmet off so quickly the clasp slices his eyebrow.

“STOP!” The small wound repairs just as quickly as it appeared but not without leaving a tear track of blood down his cheek.

Wade raises his swords and rests them on his shoulders. His movements are laboured, visibly fighting the curse to turn and see his friend out the corner of his eye.

“THIS AIN’T YOU!”

Logan's cries fall short as he realises Wade has no control over his actions.

A crack from a nearby house fire sends a burning structural beam crashing between the two knights. Logan’s horse rears in terror, pulling his focus for a brief moment. He loses his balance on his horse falling backwards and landing flat on his back, winding himself. Stunned and wheezing, Logan pushes himself off the floor, shaking his eyes back into focus. He snaps back to Wade only to see him disappear into the flames.

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This bit is written to accompany this artwork 🫶

#knightpool #deadpool #deadclaws #wolverine #poolverine

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