Well hiya! I'm just here to see what's going on around the island, and join in all on the fun activities! If you see me out and about, don't worry about it and mind your business <3
You can call me Deadpool, Pool, Wade - whatever floats your little boat really. Don't be disrespectful - I DO have access to a whole whack of guns and swords, and I might have a couple screws loose, so it would be best not to forget that - Whoops, I really didn't mean for that to sound threatening, hehe!
Other than that, here are some basic rules from the owner of the blog:
This is an adult run blog - I am 28 and I would rather keep interactions with minors to a minimum
I'm going to try to keep this guy close to in character as I can - he will be ... An unhinged, slightly violently, excessively flirty, pansexual mess of a man.
NSFW asks/content is fine - nothing too explicit (I'll just ignore it) but anything that even veers in that direction with other blogs will need to have ages attached.
While I don't have problems with minors interacting with this blog, again he is unhinged and can come across as quite rude - if that's an issue, please just don't interact or block if you need to!
#deadpool answers will be used when answering asks
#sharing is caring dp will be used for reblogs
#Deadpool Fourth Wall Break will be used for fortography / in game shots and videos
[ ] and [[ ]] will be used for the white/yellow voices in his head and italics for whenever he's talking with them even though he says it out loud - if it's in the [ ] then it's not something that can be heard by others
Rounding the corner into the atrium, he stilled at the sight of Valeria and a young man still there, watching her lip curl in annoyance as she set the metal armour Midas wore down carefully, shaking her head as she turned.
He slipped his mask back on, unsure of who else might be on the ship, before crossing towards the man. It almost looked like Midas from the back. The man turned, scar still crossing his face, yet he was at least twenty years younger. No gold on his hands, no tattoos covering his skin. Ever one for dramatics, Wade gasped, the back of his hand touching his forehead as he feigned a faint.
"Now what in the sweet baby Jesus is this!" He circled around this odd, young Midas, watching his brow raise as he seemed to appraise Wade right back. "Where has my favourite golden twink gone?!"
@og-deadpool
Valeria had lead the Prince to the King's bedroom, and then his closet after fielding an off-handed joke about being led to a bed after being so short with a dismissive roll of her eyes. She'd left him to find something else to wear, and walked out of the room.
Prince really had wanted to find something he was familiar with, but it seemed whatever version of him lived here had a grudge against comfort and free fitting clothing. He did find a couple of the silk shirts Valeria had mentioned, and traded in cotton for one of those. The buttons were annoying to him (he had been just short of breaking them off the first shirt), and so he left it open. He also found a pair of sweatpants. He didn't like these either, black with yellow writing down the leg. 'GHOST'? Whatever, they were more comfortable than the black slacks he'd been in.
When he came out of the closet, there was a new individual waiting for him, apparently having been waiting for an opportunity.
Deadpool's suit caught him off guard, and he stepped back before he was being circled. He followed the stranger's movements, whipping his head around, "τίς τῷ θεῷ, who are you, what the hell are you wearing? What did you call me--a twink? That better be some endearing term for royalty in this place."
Wade clapped, seeing the sweatpants he had made for the team. It was about time Midas finally wore them, even if it was this a much more .. young version. “Alright, the sweatpants were designed for a more, how do you say, well built .. man.”
[Don’t tell him what’s happening.]
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he snapped at one of the voices that constantly gave opinions in his head, tilting his head to the side as he did so.
”Also, if you really must know Twink Midas, I am wearing a gift from a very special friend that he insisted I model for him. How do they look?” He leaned himself again a wall, posing in a seductive yet silly way, making the brow area of his mask waggle. (A skill he would share with no one, thank you very much).
A breeze made him straighten instantly, knowing that the pose had exposed part of his scarred skin, unsure of just how this Midas might react to it. Well built, to be sure, he was proud of the muscles he had, they just so happened to be now covered by ….
Clearing his throat as he adjusted his clothes, he remembered he hadn’t actually answered the question Midas had asked.
“Also, yes. Twink is a term for royalty. Usually reserved for princes on the more .. attractive side.”
"Well built..?" Midas had to remind himself of the situation, answering his own question in my his mind. Bitterly, 'Older, you mean.'
He took a careful step back as the man answered a question nobody had asked. The king he replaced sure kept strange company. The state of this one's skin under the silken clothes was curious.
"They look, ah..." He looked Deadpool over, "Well, more comfortable than what I was wearing before. Very...red, though."
Hearing that the nickname was a positive, and an accurate one, he relaxed a little. He glanced to the doorway, not sure if Valeria was still in earshot. Not that it mattered much either way, "I see. Thank you. Certainly a much more appropriate thing to call me than another has already. So, who are you to me, some kind of body guard? The scaring on you received in those duties?"
He raised both hands with a placating smile, "No offense meant in bringing attention to them, of course. Merely curious."
”Oh, it is much more appropriate,” Wade replied, keeping his laughter well hidden behind his mask. Although, the young Midas’s words caught him off guard, debating on just how he should answer.
With a sigh, he scanned the room, not wanting to reveal himself to just anyone that might be around. Pulling the mask free, he didn’t bother to look at Midas as his face and scarring were revealed, giving the prince a moment to compose himself if needed. No need to see a friend’s face, albeit much younger, with anything other than his normal look of amused annoyance.
“And oh, no no no noooo. I am not a body guard, HAH. Could you imagine you needing a body guard? No, this is just the look of forced immortality.”
It did take a moment for the Prince's expression to return to normal, as Wade had expected. The damage to this man was extensive. More than any battle scarred warrior he'd seen in his father's army. While he winced at the other's appearance, he did at least manage not to make a sound of any kind before composing himself.
"I can. At least, as a formality. While I think I'm capable of handling myself, I do have a couple men that my father likes to have follow me around. I lose them more often than not, but anyway."
He took a step closer with a lean, examining Wade curiously while encroaching on his personal space, "Whichever God inflicted this upon you must have been angry. Though, immortality doesn't sound terrible. Silver linings in all things, I suppose."
That made Wade laugh, a strangled awkward sound as Midas leaned in closer to inspect his skin. So much for personal space for the king . Or rather, prince.
[We should -]
"Oh, no. Absolutely not. We are not going there right now." He ducked away from the close scrutiny, eager to put space between him and the prince. Midas would be so mad if - "Nope, nopenopenopenope." Registering the words the the prince had said about the gods gave him just a slight pause, even as he slowly backed towards the stairs. Valeria could deal with this mess, not him.
"Also, not gods. Just really, really, shitty humans that like to experiment with genetics."
How does it feel being in the same item shop as Ninja Batman, Mariah Carrey, and Johnny Silverhand? Also, do you have any favorite kicks?
I mean, I am not .. But that coolpool that’s in there is pretty sick, right ?!?
Also it’s my kitty slippers and kitty slippers only. However, I just might spend some money if I can get me some crocs. I might even gift a pair to my good friend @king-midas-fortnite
Rounding the corner into the atrium, he stilled at the sight of Valeria and a young man still there, watching her lip curl in annoyance as she set the metal armour Midas wore down carefully, shaking her head as she turned.
He slipped his mask back on, unsure of who else might be on the ship, before crossing towards the man. It almost looked like Midas from the back. The man turned, scar still crossing his face, yet he was at least twenty years younger. No gold on his hands, no tattoos covering his skin. Ever one for dramatics, Wade gasped, the back of his hand touching his forehead as he feigned a faint.
"Now what in the sweet baby Jesus is this!" He circled around this odd, young Midas, watching his brow raise as he seemed to appraise Wade right back. "Where has my favourite golden twink gone?!"
@og-deadpool
Valeria had lead the Prince to the King's bedroom, and then his closet after fielding an off-handed joke about being led to a bed after being so short with a dismissive roll of her eyes. She'd left him to find something else to wear, and walked out of the room.
Prince really had wanted to find something he was familiar with, but it seemed whatever version of him lived here had a grudge against comfort and free fitting clothing. He did find a couple of the silk shirts Valeria had mentioned, and traded in cotton for one of those. The buttons were annoying to him (he had been just short of breaking them off the first shirt), and so he left it open. He also found a pair of sweatpants. He didn't like these either, black with yellow writing down the leg. 'GHOST'? Whatever, they were more comfortable than the black slacks he'd been in.
When he came out of the closet, there was a new individual waiting for him, apparently having been waiting for an opportunity.
Deadpool's suit caught him off guard, and he stepped back before he was being circled. He followed the stranger's movements, whipping his head around, "τίς τῷ θεῷ, who are you, what the hell are you wearing? What did you call me--a twink? That better be some endearing term for royalty in this place."
Wade clapped, seeing the sweatpants he had made for the team. It was about time Midas finally wore them, even if it was this a much more .. young version. “Alright, the sweatpants were designed for a more, how do you say, well built .. man.”
[Don’t tell him what’s happening.]
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he snapped at one of the voices that constantly gave opinions in his head, tilting his head to the side as he did so.
”Also, if you really must know Twink Midas, I am wearing a gift from a very special friend that he insisted I model for him. How do they look?” He leaned himself again a wall, posing in a seductive yet silly way, making the brow area of his mask waggle. (A skill he would share with no one, thank you very much).
A breeze made him straighten instantly, knowing that the pose had exposed part of his scarred skin, unsure of just how this Midas might react to it. Well built, to be sure, he was proud of the muscles he had, they just so happened to be now covered by ….
Clearing his throat as he adjusted his clothes, he remembered he hadn’t actually answered the question Midas had asked.
“Also, yes. Twink is a term for royalty. Usually reserved for princes on the more .. attractive side.”
"Well built..?" Midas had to remind himself of the situation, answering his own question in my his mind. Bitterly, 'Older, you mean.'
He took a careful step back as the man answered a question nobody had asked. The king he replaced sure kept strange company. The state of this one's skin under the silken clothes was curious.
"They look, ah..." He looked Deadpool over, "Well, more comfortable than what I was wearing before. Very...red, though."
Hearing that the nickname was a positive, and an accurate one, he relaxed a little. He glanced to the doorway, not sure if Valeria was still in earshot. Not that it mattered much either way, "I see. Thank you. Certainly a much more appropriate thing to call me than another has already. So, who are you to me, some kind of body guard? The scaring on you received in those duties?"
He raised both hands with a placating smile, "No offense meant in bringing attention to them, of course. Merely curious."
”Oh, it is much more appropriate,” Wade replied, keeping his laughter well hidden behind his mask. Although, the young Midas’s words caught him off guard, debating on just how he should answer.
With a sigh, he scanned the room, not wanting to reveal himself to just anyone that might be around. Pulling the mask free, he didn’t bother to look at Midas as his face and scarring were revealed, giving the prince a moment to compose himself if needed. No need to see a friend’s face, albeit much younger, with anything other than his normal look of amused annoyance.
“And oh, no no no noooo. I am not a body guard, HAH. Could you imagine you needing a body guard? No, this is just the look of forced immortality.”
Rounding the corner into the atrium, he stilled at the sight of Valeria and a young man still there, watching her lip curl in annoyance as she set the metal armour Midas wore down carefully, shaking her head as she turned.
He slipped his mask back on, unsure of who else might be on the ship, before crossing towards the man. It almost looked like Midas from the back. The man turned, scar still crossing his face, yet he was at least twenty years younger. No gold on his hands, no tattoos covering his skin. Ever one for dramatics, Wade gasped, the back of his hand touching his forehead as he feigned a faint.
"Now what in the sweet baby Jesus is this!" He circled around this odd, young Midas, watching his brow raise as he seemed to appraise Wade right back. "Where has my favourite golden twink gone?!"
@og-deadpool
Valeria had lead the Prince to the King's bedroom, and then his closet after fielding an off-handed joke about being led to a bed after being so short with a dismissive roll of her eyes. She'd left him to find something else to wear, and walked out of the room.
Prince really had wanted to find something he was familiar with, but it seemed whatever version of him lived here had a grudge against comfort and free fitting clothing. He did find a couple of the silk shirts Valeria had mentioned, and traded in cotton for one of those. The buttons were annoying to him (he had been just short of breaking them off the first shirt), and so he left it open. He also found a pair of sweatpants. He didn't like these either, black with yellow writing down the leg. 'GHOST'? Whatever, they were more comfortable than the black slacks he'd been in.
When he came out of the closet, there was a new individual waiting for him, apparently having been waiting for an opportunity.
Deadpool's suit caught him off guard, and he stepped back before he was being circled. He followed the stranger's movements, whipping his head around, "τίς τῷ θεῷ, who are you, what the hell are you wearing? What did you call me--a twink? That better be some endearing term for royalty in this place."
Wade clapped, seeing the sweatpants he had made for the team. It was about time Midas finally wore them, even if it was this a much more .. young version. “Alright, the sweatpants were designed for a more, how do you say, well built .. man.”
[Don’t tell him what’s happening.]
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he snapped at one of the voices that constantly gave opinions in his head, tilting his head to the side as he did so.
”Also, if you really must know Twink Midas, I am wearing a gift from a very special friend that he insisted I model for him. How do they look?” He leaned himself again a wall, posing in a seductive yet silly way, making the brow area of his mask waggle. (A skill he would share with no one, thank you very much).
A breeze made him straighten instantly, knowing that the pose had exposed part of his scarred skin, unsure of just how this Midas might react to it. Well built, to be sure, he was proud of the muscles he had, they just so happened to be now covered by ….
Clearing his throat as he adjusted his clothes, he remembered he hadn’t actually answered the question Midas had asked.
“Also, yes. Twink is a term for royalty. Usually reserved for princes on the more .. attractive side.”
[There is a gift sitting out for you in the atrium of the yacht. It's hard to miss, red paper with a black bow. A letter sat on top with your name confirming the intended recipient.]
[it read as follows:]
The always confounding Wade,
I do not know where you are sleeping these days, and as such did not know where to send this to you. Although I see you on my yacht in full and in my peripherals often enough to assume you will find this sooner rather than later (if you are not, indeed, sleeping here outside my knowledge).
Despite your nature in confounding and sometimes vexing me, you have proven yourself to be a caring friend of mine on a couple occasions. As such, I wanted to give you something to show my appreciation. I'd say "do not let this go to your head", but I think that would be a battle I have already lost.
Anyway, I hope these fit, but please don't feel the need to model them for me. Please.
-King Midas
[Inside the box is a set of pajamas. They are red, made of a true silk that should be comfortable against anyone's skin. Hopefully even that of Wade's. Above the right pocket, the image of Deadpool's mask was embroidered in black.]
@king-midas-fortnite
Wade had slipped into the atrium, seeing Valeria and someone else speaking just almost out of sight. A box caught his attention, decorated with his colours, that he eagerly snatched before disappearing back onto the main deck. "Oh, gimme gimme," he cooed, tearing the paper open messily. Scanning through the note, he quickly stood, interested to try the pajamas on right then.
"Oh, Midas," Wade said with a laugh, stripping down to nothing where he stood. "Of course I'll model them for you!"
He quickly put the pajamas on, pausing at the way they didn't scratch or hurt the ever changing scarring of his skin. It took him aback enough that he almost changed his mind, and paid heed to the end of Midas's letter.
Almost.
For a moment, he thought he heard someone similar to Midas back inside the atrium. Much more arrogant in tone, a little higher pitched, he might even say. Definitely not the voice of the man he knew, but far too similar to not be curious.
Hey Wade. See you made it here also. How you been?
- @askironman
Ohhhhh wow look who finally made time to talk to little old Deadpool. Couldn’t make time for me when I wanted to be an Avenger and made me interview with your chauffeur instead. Pffttt. I got somethin’ you can kiss if you wanna act like THAT didn’t happen.
The CHAUFFEUR.
Wade promptly puts his hands over his ears, loudly singing la-la-la-la to block out noise. Childish, sure. Yet no one expected anything less from him. It was better than him actually staring a fight.
Midas took the yacht off shore just before everything happened and a swarm of rift butterflies found us out at sea. They really liked his friend Val, but a few stopped by to check me out before going back to her. These lil guys are hella cool.
Anywhooooo. I have a kitty cat to go find and some uhhh … things to smoke with certain people.
Midas took the yacht off shore just before everything happened and a swarm of rift butterflies found us out at sea. They really liked his friend Val, but a few stopped by to check me out before going back to her. These lil guys are hella cool.
Anywhooooo. I have a kitty cat to go find and some uhhh … things to smoke with certain people.
The island has changed again. I think there were a number of us who felt a shift coming. I'm glad I had taken the yacht further off shore before it happened. As well I am glad Valeria agreed to come with me. I know it was not easy for her to leave. Her railway station was already gone, but Glacier still stood. She was already there when I had called her, gathering a few items of sentiment and just...saying goodbye, I'm sure.
Walking away from anything you hold dear for the last time is incredibly difficult. She seems to be handling the change well enough, though I am not surprised by this.
Deadpool Wade was here as well. At least, I know he was towards the start. The man has a habit of popping in and out of my peripheral vision. However, I haven't seen him on board since the change. He probably made a quick exit to look around himself.
A guest I am less happy for, but nonetheless resigned to accept, is Kado. I extended a "hand" (bastard) to him as a courtesy to Valeria. We have not spoken since our altercation. When he attacked me for making a joke or two at his expense when some "unimportant" documents of his got leaked out. Unimportant enough to try and kill me over, evidently. Regardless, he joined on the yacht as well to wait everything out.
He's been tense the whole time, on edge as he watches the skies closely. For what specifically, I have no clue.
At one point there had been a number of those rift butterflies that had come down to the boat. Many of which seemed keen on Val, landing on her shoulders and hands. It was nice to see her smile at them. Nice, too, to see a few flutter into Kado's eyes as he was swatting and hissing.
Anyway, an island I know all too well is back. Everything here feels so painfully nostalgic. This island was home to me in many ways, but it's very different than it was before.
The Agency is back, but it's clearly not the one I knew. It's someone else's. All the hard work of my past sitting in the middle of the island, a monolith to my failures covered in tacky dogs and flourishes as if to mock me personally. The Zero Point sure does have a funny way of making me feel that way.
That's not even to mention the other version of me that's here now. This...Meowscles/Me creature. I simply cannot spend too much time thinking about him before I get a headache. I'll just keep my own yacht moored by Sweaty Sands, away from his for now.
I will make contact, I don't doubt that we'd have enough to talk about to get along. I just...I don't think I need to explain why a version of me that is also my feline friend is a tad uncomfortable.
Regardless, the island I know best is back in a strange way. Not the change I expected in the least, but it is what it is.
The Underworld being gone (hopefully returned to its rightful plain of existence), is a monumental weight off my chest. Hades already owes me for dealing with Mephisto and returning his rule to him, but it is an extra boone to not have to see my own personal hell sitting in the distance.
I expected the souls that speak to me in my vulnerable moments to have left with it, but they remain. They stubbornly cling to me like glue. I imagine they'll be with me forever. At least they still grant me the shade step.
Perhaps with Mizuki's offer for help, I'll learn to live in harmony with these voices, rather than merely tolerate. A quandary for another time. For now, I have much to learn about this island and it's differences.
My main concern is naturally what lies underneath the "Doggpound". I know it is no longer my building, but I can't imagine it isn't here for much the same purpose. If the same hubris befalls whoever is in charge...
I hope we can avoid another flood.
Reminder: Unless discussed, these are not "public" to other Tumblrverse characters. Okay to reblog, but please do not roleplay on journal entries!
Music rings out towards the ship, just faint enough to have Midas questioning what he was hearing. Leaving the lobby, he paused at the sight of Deadpool on the cliff off to the side, holding a boombox above his head, the song growing louder now that he was outside.
Almost curious at where he had managed to find a boombox that old on the island, he crossed his arms as Deadpool’s voice carried across the ledge down to him, mixing with the Backstreet Boys that was blaring from the speakers.
Midas eyed the side of the cliff Deadpool stood over. He did not see an easy way down, especially one that could accommodate a man holding the extra weight of a boom box on his shoulders.
"Wade!" He called out, less so in greeting and more in caution, "Not that I'm not glad to see you, but...how?"
He didn't even know if Deadpool could hear him over the obnoxiously loud speakers right next to his ear. And even if the other could hear him, Midas doubted it would matter. He'd find a way down, safely or otherwise.
"If you wait a moment, we can shoot a grapple for you!"
Deadpool could see Midas saying something, the words drowned out by the music blaring in his ear. Letting the boombox fall from his shoulder, the music scratched as it cut out and the last few words of Midas's sentence reached him.
"... Grapple for you!"
He gave Midas a thumbs up, watching them shoot the grappling hook into the side of the cliff, the thick twine tightening as it was attached to the deck. He let loose a silly laugh, clapping his hands with excitement at the thought of being back on the yacht. It had been one of his favourite places to hang out last time he had been here, even if Midas hadn't particularly agreed with his decorations.
Giving himself a running start, he launched himself forward, barely enough time to see Midas raise his hands in concern as if to stop him before he latched onto the zipline. Admittedly, maybe, going too fast. Flying towards the ship, legs swinging up past the line from the momentum of his jump. He felt the moment his hands lost their grip, just before he should have reached the deck.
Instead, he heard Midas call out his name as he flipped upside down, back crashing painfully into the side of the ship before he dropped unceremoniously into the water. He let himself float for a moment, trying to catch his breath as Midas's head popped over the side of the ship, calling out to him.
Midas took just a moment to pinch his brow as he saw Deadpool disappear behind the side of the yacht, and as he heard the slam of his body against it. He knew from experience that the man would be fine. The finish on his ship, however?
Hands on the railing, he leaned over and spotted him floating, "Wade!"
He straightened and grumbled, 'Would it kill you to be more careful?' to himself while he motioned for some crewmates to drop him a line and help him up to the deck. Midas was the one to take his arm and pull him up over the railing.
"Are you alright? Damage anything permanent besides the Marigold?" He asked in a genuine, albeit chastising tone.
Grabbing the offered arm, he pulled himself onto the ship. Water dripped from him, forming puddles along the deck before the whites of his mask widened comically as he held up the prosthetic fitted to Midas’s arm.
“Oh, a broken hip never stopped me but it looks like you got permanent damage. Yowza.”
He let out an overly loud groan while he stretched, as one does when they come home after a long days work. Reaching forward, he shushed Midas as he tried to pull away from the sopping wet hug Deadpool wrapped him in. Stepping away, he stumbled across the deck, trying to peel the soaked clothing from him before tossing it haphazardly across a lounge chair.
”Alright, I’m raiding your closet. I expect the comfiest of clothes.”
Midas could tell from the way he tilted his head there was something being said inside of it, before Deadpool groaned.
Deadpool followed after Midas, letting him lead the way to his room for fresh clothes. Ignoring the tactical pants that were held out by him, instead opting to root around the very bottom of a low drawer. Standing quickly once he found what he was looking for, he turned quickly to see Midas looking pointedly away, the faintest remnants of a blush still on his cheeks.
“You little minx, were you coppin’ a look?”
Waggling his eyebrows in a joking manner, he pulled on the sweatpants and hoodie that he had found. Deadpool couldn’t help the little giggle at Midas’s confusion, no doubt wondering just where what looked like official GHOST gear had come from.
“I made the whole crew a set, there’s extra there if you want one sometime.”
