Totally the Bestpool

Well, hello, ladies and gentlemen! Especially the ladies. I'm your friendly neighboorhood mercenary! [Is that copyright infringement? Whatever. Suck it, Spidey.] I'm here to kick ass, shoot things, love on the ladies, and kick some more ass. Come say hello or something. We can go out for some chimichangas. (OOC: Ahem, I am a Deadpool/Fempool roleplayer and I'm willing to roleplay with anyone. So come say hello! Let me know if you'd prefer Deadpool or Fempool. I'm flexible!) [Brackets are yellow thought boxes.] Italics mean white thought boxes. I am of legal age so things may get NSFW, when it comes violence, language and other assorted actions. You have been warned!) Male Face claim: Neil Patrick Harris Female Face claim: Felicia Day

[theimmoralimmortal]

Familiar yet so different| Trish and Deadpool

[theimmoralimmortal]

He cackled as she spoke, “Oh trust me. I know. I know a lot of things. I even know about all those nights you held Dante, wishing he would love you too.”

He then blinked as she vanished and looked around quickly. He then yelped and leapt back far enough to avoid the blow but the tip of the sword still tore a rent across the left side of his armor. He then growled a bit and charged forward. He would then suddenly leap into the air, sending both his feet in a dropkick towards Trish’s chest. If he hit, the she-demon would be sent flying into the building across the street. It was obvious the mercenary was a lot stronger than he looked.

[livewirevixen-blog]

Trish didn’t get truly angry, not very easily at least, but this guy was pushing it. With the lack of practice controlling her inner demon she might not be able to control whether or not she triggered. Especially if she was injured too terribly. “Who the fuck are you?” Her tone was level but held too much rage to be convincingly calm, at this point she wanted to tear this guy apart, Wade Wilson or not. 

The she-devil was too busy being angry about his comment to evade the drop kick in time, her body was hurled into the window of the building, shards of glass tearing through the leather of her bustier, leather pants and into her flesh. She hissed in pain as soon as she caught her breath and made her way to her feet. “Son of a bitch.” She stepped back through the window, dusting glass from her body. Her cuts healed almost instantly and she cracked her neck. “You’re really going to regret this.” She remarked, before her figure blurred leaving behind a crack of static, the noise rippled through the area, before she finally reappeared right in front of him, swinging the blade diagonally toward his shoulder, if the blade hit, it would continue on it’s path across his chest.  

[theimmoralimmortal]

He chuckled as she went straight through the window, prying another grenade from his belt and pulling the pin. He tossed it into the store after her and a few seconds later, it unleashed a deafening explosion. But she had already left. He went a bit wide eyed as she slashed at him. He pivoted in place, the blade cutting through his armor and drawing blood. He managed to avoid losing the arm though. 

He hissed with pain before bringing his own sword to bear. He hoped her own powerful swing would be throwing her off-balance as he sidestepped before lunging forward. The thrust was aimed straight for her solar plexus. threatening to pierce through her chest and out her spine.

[theimmoralimmortal]

Familiar yet so different| Trish and Deadpool

[theimmoralimmortal]

He grinned under his helmet as he listened to her, “I know a lot about you. Your habits. Your favorite foods. Your skill level. Your bra size. What you think about at night when you’re having alone time.” He said all of this rather offhand.

Then, without warning, he surged forward. His speed was rather incredible, seemingly faster than what Trish would know of Deadpool. Was he truly someone else? She wouldn’t be given time to think. He swung his sword around in an arc towards her torso. If she didn’t react in time, she would have his sword cleaved halfway through her ribcage.

[livewirevixen-blog]

"That’s only a little creepy. I highly doubt the last part." Her sapphire eyes rolled back so hard she thought they would pop out. Even if this was Wade he had no idea what she thought about during ‘alone time’. 

She’d sort of expected the lunge at anytime flickering out of sight and appearing just out of reach and then lunging forward herself, swinging the sword in an upward arch, aiming to shred right up the center of his torso. She would be evasive as all hell, but she wouldn’t use any dirty tricks, which left electrocution out of the question— Unfortunately. She wanted nothing more than to fry this creep and be done with it. “This is not the homecoming I expected.” She murmured. 

[theimmoralimmortal]

He cackled as she spoke, "Oh trust me. I know. I know a lot of things. I even know about all those nights you held Dante, wishing he would love you too."

He then blinked as she vanished and looked around quickly. He then yelped and leapt back far enough to avoid the blow but the tip of the sword still tore a rent across the left side of his armor. He then growled a bit and charged forward. He would then suddenly leap into the air, sending both his feet in a dropkick towards Trish's chest. If he hit, the she-demon would be sent flying into the building across the street. It was obvious the mercenary was a lot stronger than he looked.

[theimmoralimmortal]

Familiar yet so different| Trish and Deadpool

[theimmoralimmortal]

The building continued to burn behind him as he stepped forward. A chuckle emitted from his helmet, sounding deeper than what Trish was used to. It was also distorted slightly, possibly betraying that he was using something to alter his speech. He then stopped not far from her.

"You want to play? That’s not what I’m here for. Maybe afterwards, gorgeous. For now? You’re out of practice. And let’s make this sporting." He spoke as he drew his swords. He then tossed one to the ground at Trish’s feet before sliding his feet into an offensive stance while gripping the hilt of his own sword with both hands.

He then nodded his head towards the sword, “Pick it up, oh lovely succubus. Let’s see if swordplay is like riding a bike. Except this bike can kill you.”

[livewirevixen-blog]

Her brow quirked, that voice didn’t sound natural, but she couldn’t find Wade’s motivation for such a malice act. Though he might not understand what the shop meant to her. She couldn’t recall mentioning the fact that it was her home. 

Thin brows shot up in surprise "gorgeous?" was this guy seriously hitting on her after he’d burned down the only semblance she had to a home. She stared at the sword on the ground and looked up at him, hesitantly holstering her weapons, keeping her eyes on him while retrieving the sword. Her stance was casual as it usually was when entering combat, though for once she was doubting herself. Evasion already the first tactic to come to mind, she wasn’t so sharp anymore. 

"How would you know my skill level, are you some kind of stalker trying to prove himself? I assure you, this little cry for attention isn’t the way to win my affection. I’d throw something in there about you being handsome, but well— I can’t see your face." She spun the sword in a full 360 as she spoke.

[theimmoralimmortal]

He grinned under his helmet as he listened to her, "I know a lot about you. Your habits. Your favorite foods. Your skill level. Your bra size. What you think about at night when you're having alone time." He said all of this rather offhand.

Then, without warning, he surged forward. His speed was rather incredible, seemingly faster than what Trish would know of Deadpool. Was he truly someone else? She wouldn't be given time to think. He swung his sword around in an arc towards her torso. If she didn't react in time, she would have his sword cleaved halfway through her ribcage.

[theimmoralimmortal]

Familiar yet so different| Trish and Deadpool

The night had been relatively calm, with stormclouds gathering to threaten a summer thunderstorm. The city was mostly dead at that time of night. There were people milling about but for the most part, people weren’t really out on the streets. A couple of hoodlums were about making secret deals and a couple was walking home from a club.

There was one person out of place, though. The calm sound of muffled hydraulics were heard as a man in what could only be described as black and red power armor strode down the street. A pair of swords were strapped to his back as well as an assault rifle. Shoulder rigged pistols were cleared in their holsters as he made his way towards his target. The couple spotted him and stopped in their tracks. The hoodlums also stopped what they were doing and scattered like roaches under a light.

He walked up to the building and grinned inside his helmet. The neon sign reading “Devil May Cry” was like a massive bull’s eye in his mind. He pulled a grenade from his belt and pulled the pin. He then hurled it at the building, causing it to stick to the surface. After a few moments, a loud explosion shattered the silence of the night and sent flames roaring across the building’s surface. It would then be obvious that it was an incendiary grenade.

He rolled his shoulders and let out a happy sigh, “Come on, little succubus. Show me what you got.”

[livewirevixen-blog]

It was her favorite type of weather, for once she’d picked the perfect time to come back to Capulet… At least she thought so as she was strolling up to one of the nicer hotels in the city admiring the way the moon peaked out behind bruised clouds. It was then that she heard the shrill ring of her cellphone. Staring at the screen, her brows drew together seeing that it was “Devil May Cry’s” number. 

Lifting the device to her ear she spoke calmly. “Hello?” 

She was greeted by a crash somewhere in the background before the half breed chimed in. “The shop is on fire, I’m going to need another loan.”

"Of course." She rolled her eyes and didn’t even mention that she was on her way before hanging up and tracing her steps back to her motorcycle.

She arrived at the scene of the crime in a matter of minutes, parking her bike a safe distance away and staring at the burning building. “Damn it.” The she-devil was both angered and deeply saddened by the sight in front of her. Her aura flared for the first time in a long time, static crackling around her. She could feel something abnormal around but something was scrambling her reading, disabling her from identifying who or what it was, but there it was clear as day. Her eyes caught site of the emblem on the man’s belt buckle and she had an idea of who it was, but why would Deadpool be lighting the shop on fire? “I’m not a patient person, you know this Wade. If that’s really you in there.” She remarked pulling her twin pistol’s from their holsters. The fact that she couldn’t get a read on the man’s aura placed doubt in her mind that, this was in fact her friend. “If you want to play, get to it.”   

[theimmoralimmortal]

The building continued to burn behind him as he stepped forward. A chuckle emitted from his helmet, sounding deeper than what Trish was used to. It was also distorted slightly, possibly betraying that he was using something to alter his speech. He then stopped not far from her.

"You want to play? That's not what I'm here for. Maybe afterwards, gorgeous. For now? You're out of practice. And let's make this sporting." He spoke as he drew his swords. He then tossed one to the ground at Trish's feet before sliding his feet into an offensive stance while gripping the hilt of his own sword with both hands.

He then nodded his head towards the sword, "Pick it up, oh lovely succubus. Let's see if swordplay is like riding a bike. Except this bike can kill you."

[theimmoralimmortal]

Familiar yet so different| Trish and Deadpool

The night had been relatively calm, with stormclouds gathering to threaten a summer thunderstorm. The city was mostly dead at that time of night. There were people milling about but for the most part, people weren't really out on the streets. A couple of hoodlums were about making secret deals and a couple was walking home from a club.

There was one person out of place, though. The calm sound of muffled hydraulics were heard as a man in what could only be described as black and red power armor strode down the street. A pair of swords were strapped to his back as well as an assault rifle. Shoulder rigged pistols were cleared in their holsters as he made his way towards his target. The couple spotted him and stopped in their tracks. The hoodlums also stopped what they were doing and scattered like roaches under a light.

He walked up to the building and grinned inside his helmet. The neon sign reading "Devil May Cry" was like a massive bull's eye in his mind. He pulled a grenade from his belt and pulled the pin. He then hurled it at the building, causing it to stick to the surface. After a few moments, a loud explosion shattered the silence of the night and sent flames roaring across the building's surface. It would then be obvious that it was an incendiary grenade.

He rolled his shoulders and let out a happy sigh, "Come on, little succubus. Show me what you got."

[theimmoralimmortal]

OOC announcement

(So uh....I'm totally available for the rp's so if you wanna do anything just shoot me and ask or simply start something up!)

[theimmoralimmortal]

Good Mercs Never Die.

Televisions across the globe suddenly were met with static. Those who did not have a television found that a hologram randomly appeared before them. Standing there was none other than the one....the only....Deadpool?

He motioned with his hands at the viewer, forming fingerguns. He then laughed, "Well hello there to everyone watching! It is....the wonderful merc with the mouth here to say I'm not dead! Great right?"

[Well...you were sort of dead. Just not dead. Wait...I'm confused.], Said the yellow text box that actually were visible for once. Because technology.

Yes. We're alive. I wish you were dead, but that goes without saying., Said the white text box.

"You two shush. Anyway, I'm here to let you all know that I'm back and wanting to hang out. Call me. Come knock on my door. Leave your house unlocked. Send your daughters to the mall. Leave a few chimichangas out all by their lonesome. I'll come calling. I promise. Do it. I'm lonely."

And just like that....everyone was returned to their regularly scheduled programs.

[theimmoralimmortal]

About that

(This blog is still here but I've lost so many followers, I'm not sure it's even worth resurrecting. There's so many other Deadpools and I tended to get ignored for them. Maybe I'll find my muse again....)

[theultradork]

[joebagofdoughnuts]

These all need to happen, well except maybe for the last one. I really have no desire to see Tony Danza or Vin Diesel in another movie unless they are victims within the first five minutes.

[theimmoralimmortal]

(I can't handle this shit.)

[theimmoralimmortal]

Ugh

(Yep...been sick on and off as well as dreadfully depressed. I promise once I'm feeling better I'll get more active. To everyone still following me, thank you. It means a lot.)

[theimmoralimmortal]

Munday!

As promised.

[theimmoralimmortal]

I swear I'm not dead

(Got back from my convention several hours ago. Been sorting things out and unpacking nonsense. I'll have my cosplay pictures up for Munday. But I'm still alive!)

[adorability]

I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility

[theimmoralimmortal]

Sorry for delays

(I'll be more active I promise. I'm just preparing for a convention that I'm leaving for on the third. I'll have lots of pictures of me in my Deadpool costume for you all to enjoy when I come back and I will be getting aorund to trying to roleplay with some of you!)

[lexxynichelle-deactivated201508]

[bansheebot]

Turning on your computer screen in the dark.

[yogsothott]

Damn… I just found those and thought ‘hey! tumblr material’ …Seriously though, spring onions? XD

[shaitana-deactivated20130917]

Its related to leeks which grow near lakes which is what Loki’s name actually means. Well technically it meant hole or pit in the ground filled with water which led to all the other words related to liquid.

[liesboundbythread-blog]

I am not a freaking onion! …though I do make people cry sometimes. …damnit.

[thedailywhat]

[lilianasbananas]

YOU OTHER READERS CAN’T DENY

WHEN A BOOK WALKS IN WITH A GOOD PLOT BASE

AND A BIG SPINE IN YOUR FACE YOU GET SPRUNG

WANNA PULL OUT YOUR PENS

‘CAUSE YOU NOTICED THAT BOOK WAS DENSE

READING, HALF-RIMS I’M WEARING

I’M HOOKED AND I AIN’T CARING

OH BABY I WANT AN E-READER

AND A MEANINGFUL METER

MY TEACHERS TRIED TO TRAIN ME

THAT BOOK YOU GOT MAKES ME SO BRAINY

[inpizza-wetrust-blog-deactivate]

OH MY GOD.

[moonlitmidnightmay-deactivated2]

WHOEVER MADE THIS IS A GENIUS

[theimmoralimmortal]

THIS IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL