#deweaponize

[roseitra]

@deweaponize.

" please don't be mean to me because i can be meaner and i hate being mean. "

[pinkpooled]

@deweaponize: i have about two weeks of sobbing i haven't gotten around to yet.

ohhh, right. right. there’s an adamantium skeleton six feet (more like 5.7) under and a very, very dead wolverine. god, you cried so much to that you thought you’d submerge your whole room; no dice, though, just too many pints of ice cream to count and a tear-stained comic panel. as you sit next to laura you remove the mask (she deserves to see your face, you think), inch a little closer to sit. not too close, you don’t want her to think you’re weird. but your fingers flex because you want to hug her.

“ how are you … dealing ? ” you think that’s a stupid question to ask, and you’re awkward and bumbling with it, but you want to help. or at least try to. your heart aches in the way it so often does (like someone shoved a fist in your chest and squeezed), but you know laura’s private. you pivot. “ been eating and stuff, right ? i can come over and make food if you need. it’ll be burnt, though. ” note from the author: please do not trust her with fire.

[katanher]

@deweaponize asked: " need any help getting rid of that body? "

son of a bitch! she should've timed this better, for sure. she'd gotten too comfortable, underestimated the obliviousness of her target. her client had asked for something clean and exact, [ do they even know us? ] but this is far from it. " what the fuck? " wanda hisses, hands positioned under the deceased's damp armpits as she attempts to haul him out of the hall and into his apartment. oh, there's gore everywhere. what if there are kids living in this complex? you've seriously fucked this one up. [ maybe we can make it look like a halloween thing! ] it's nowhere near halloween, champ. will you both shut up? i'm trying to think!

she'd initially broken into the apartment through the window, having waited until the evening to carry out her job. the target had disappeared towards his room which was towards the front of his apartment and wanda had assumed he'd headed for bed. when she'd entered, she'd come face to face with the guy. he'd instead left the apartment to collect a pizza and had re-entered just in time to find lady deadpool standing stiff in the centre of his living space. it'd quickly spiralled into a chase, with him snatching up a knife from his kitchen. then, he'd attempted an escape into the hall, slipping on the pizza box he'd dropped in the doorway which'd sent him flying.

in a bizarre flash of events, he'd landed on the knife — bleeding out in a matter of seconds. he wasn't even supposed to die! it'd been an enforcer mission. " this is fucking unbelievable! " a voice addresses her down the hall and for a moment, she hesitates. [ a third voice? ] wanda lifts her head to find a young woman watching her. " help? " a maniacal laugh seethes from her, short but unnerving nevertheless. " what gave it away? " she's this close to sobbing. can this woman be trusted, however? lady gives her a once-over, sighs, then says, " eh, what the hell — sure! there's some pizza in it for ya. just don't ask me what toppings. " [ that pizza probably has a foot mark in it. ] she doesn't need to know that. / meme.

[zatna]

@deweaponize : you seem surprisingly calm, by the way.

“ you think? ” a voice reels you out of the deluge of your psyche, the absence of something itching in its depths.   a single eye opens to reveal her, paragon of claws, taking note of your resolve.   “ outfit aside, i'm not exactly an amateur when it comes to this stuff. ” a heel steps over the lax hand of … whomever that unfortunate man might be.   donned in stardom head to toe: it was supposed to be shownight—refunds, refunds.   the money isn’t a necessary issue, but you’ll need to text an apology to staff for the hassle, sloane directly, and the crowd for the ditch—absence.

despite the rather dismissive response, quick to get back to work, there’s a soft comfort at her statement.   you look put together—maintained.   that’s good.   nothing feels like the relief of seeing yourself through another.   you shield your vision again, everything is void.   you make the light, you see it.   “ tpecca em. ” a divination circle whirrs in turn, unlatches itself from the seal in a series of alignments with itself.   the physical door swings open with no regard, and it's only then that blood staining the floor seems to hit you now.   it’s empty.   talisman—your talisman—gone from its sanction.   lungs inflate with panic and shame until they pop, shaking the foundation of your perseverance and you find it hard to choke out the words without setting the entire damned thing ablaze.   “ who were they? do you know? ”

[failedcrown]

@deweaponize said: you and i are more alike than you realize.

MAEVE HATES THE CONCEPT OF BEING KNOWN. And in order to compare yourself to someone, it's true that you must know them. She looks at Laura, completely unimpressed with the sentiment and rolls her eyes. “ Is that so? ” she asks, sarcasm as lethal as her bare fists. She wakes the vape in her hands and breaks it in half, a casual act of violence that runs so deep in her veins.

“ Trust me: the only time you should wanna be like me is if it's Halloween. ” She laughs humorlessly. “ I make for a great costume.”

[seapurses]

@deweaponize: i'm not usually this direct, but… what is wrong with you? / for ale.

where would you even start? you don’t know. you’ve never had time for a tragic backstory monologue, you don’t think you’ll start now. dark eyes settle on your hands, the bruises that had blossomed from your last fight, the deep purple nail polish, chipped from that pesky nervous tic. you’d have to fix those soon.

“i mean— ” your voice is easy, in spite of how uneasy you feel. “like … physically? mentally? i need you to be specific.” forget the electricity, the hurricanes, the solar flares — deflection is your superpower, you think. comes in very handy when you refuse to meet laura’s eye. “telepath gave me a migraine earlier, that wasn’t fun. if that’s what you mean.” certainly not her losing control, or almost killing anyone, or anything like that — certainly not.

[redpooled]

@deweaponize: i'm a work in progress. i'm not perfect.

you and laura end up like this frequently; sitting on the ledge of some high roof and just … looking. it makes you laugh sometimes — you used to be afraid of heights before you figured out you couldn’t die, and now you only feel calm. hard to tell if that’s because of the quiet night or laura, though. practically growing up together did lend itself to a level of comfort.

“ for what it’s worth, i think you’re doing a damn good job. ” you shrug, leaning back on your hands to look out at the cityscape. new york’s pretty at night. “ you’re a good person. s’what matters. ” a quick hit from your bubblegum vape (you really need to quit that, by the way. just saying) and another little pause, because you’ve never been the best at comfort. “ we all have our fuckups, but you own them. that’s important, and — you know i’m bad at this. ” but for laura, you could try.

[pinkpooled]

@deweaponize: i have an extra shirt you can wear.

“ oh. thank you. ” you don’t know why you sound so surprised. you and laura are friends (self-proclaimed by you about a month ago, you think she’s warming up). she’s much nicer than she thinks she is, and you’re apparently more awkward than you think you are. you contemplate ripping the page out of this comic and starting fresh; nice gestures are weird for you. raw and unfamiliar.

you almost want to say you’re fine, you don’t need it, but you’d be lying. turns out saving the world actually makes you really sweaty, and you don’t want to wear the bloody suit again after a shower. so you nod. “ is it cute ? if i look stupid i’ll be really, really sad. ”