I’m not an animator and after trying to figure out how to animate talking?? I nearly quit seven times. It probably didn’t help that I don’t understand the language. But I prevailed.
I wanted to add at least three more characters, including Nightlight and Jack, but I realized the audio was too short to fit everyone. In the end it was for the best because I ran out of juice.
The characters are from my fic Prelude to Time Feelers and are his dad, mom, and brother. Then it’s Pitch before he was corrupted. I like to think Lunars looked less human and more ‘full of light’ like how it describes them in the books, so I made Pitch’s pre-corrupted form golden.
Also, Aster’s fur color is blue because Pooka shapeshifters and change their fur color and composition based on their environment. Pooka that are nomads and live in space have blue fur while Pooka on their homeland have more neutral colors that match their biomes. Aster grew up in the grasslands like his father, but his mom came from the mountains. I didn’t know how to show it her, but she’s taller than them all and she has four arms at all times. (Pooka are known to grow additional arms for battle or if they eat chocolate in the book).
Here’s a wip of one Aster’s friends that I was going to add. P. Etunia and O. Lilian, and a bonus sketch of Doa and Buca (Aster’s parents). Petunia is a Burrow Pooka and Olilian is from the mountains, like Doa, but has white fur.
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When Anthony wakes up in a hospital with no memory, he finds himself alone with nothing but a vaguely threatening note written in blood. In an attempt to save himself from an untimely death, Anthony goes about his life as if he wasn't currently suffering from memory loss. It really is too bad he can't figure out if his stunning partner is trying to kill him or not. Going on a date with him couldn't hurt, right?
“Do you think perhaps you could come over to the bookshop?” Aziraphale asked, “I would so love to see you, dear.”
“Yeah I- no!” Anthony nearly shouted and then clamped his hand over his mouth.
“No? Why ever not?”
“I can’t,” Anthony scrambled for what to say, “I’ve got-”
‘Diarrhea’ was on the tip of his tongue, but then Anthony caught a glimpse of his reflection in the black phone screen and blurted, “-an eye condition.”
or- Crowley has no idea why his plan to pretend he doesn't have amnesia is proving to be so difficult. It might be because the poor guy is actually a demon.
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Love the idea that Wade is sensitive to food, but the more I think about it, the more I think he probably consumes an insane amount of food and doesn't care about how it tastes.
He has scar tissue everywhere, probably including his tongue. So he wouldn't be able to taste very well. He'd likely pour ungodly amounts of hot sauce just to feel something.
And his regeneration factor is constantly healing him, which, no doubt, would take a lot of fuel. If his limbs are growing back, his healing factor will speed up if he inhales food. His body probably breaks food at a much faster pace than normal, so his stomach is empty even though he just had a meal two or three hours ago. He's almost starving all the time, and he'll joke about it and nobody bats an eye because they just ate and Wade ate enough to feed a horse, so he must be joking.
Logan probably has sped up food break down too, but it's much slower. He's not constantly fighting cancer, so he can put on a little weight and store food, especially since moving in with Wade. Logan cooks a lot of food once he sees how much Wade eats, and often he'll find Wade sneaking into the kitchen for a snack in between every meal. It's a bad habit for a normal person, and Wade is a bad influence offering a bowl of ice cream to Logan every time he catches him eating mint ice cream straight out of the carton.
Logan gets a little insecure about it because why does he look like a grizzly bear when Wade looks like he's severely dehydrated (he is) and lean as he's ever been. But Wade of course loves it, loves how much food they're eating, loves almost not starving, and that Logan doesn't get on him about eating too much because it's comfortable and cozy, and what's life for is not to enjoy food and relax a little? Also, grizzly bears are sexy.
Wade would make going on a diet an absolutely impossible task for Logan, though. He's terrible. Especially because Logan likes cooking for Wade once he realizes that Wade is almost starving all the time.
I’m trying to write a fic where Worstie Logan and Deadpool fix the issues brought up in Logan (2017) - because the movie is set in 2029 and Deadpool 3 is set in 2024 - but in reality they would be so screwed.
Even if all the X-men were still alive, how could they fight a genetic genocide? If a mutant cute is in the corn everyone is screwed. The US doesn’t allow farmers to cultivate their own seeds to produce so they would have to buy Transigen’s mutant cure corn. And corn is in everything. They could burn down the fields and destroy the crops all they wanted but the issue is so deep that it seems unfixable. Fox virtually killed their entire Mutant synopsis by introducing the corn mutant cure. Idk if it’s from the comics but I think that’s a big reason there were no more x-men movies. Were they trying to completely end their franchise??
The only way I could see it getting fixed is legal action but with the state of the world and their stance on mutants, I doubt they would get any help from the government. Hopefully in a couple generations people grow immune to the cure but idk man.
The Logan movie is so sad not just because Logan dies but because his death sorta represents all mutants going out. Isn’t that crazy that he was around for the first mutants, the height of mutants, and the collapse of an entire sub species of people? That’s what really gets me. It’s not just the “the immortal outlives his friends” trope bc all of his people are literally exterminated instead of getting to live a full life.
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Part 2 of thinking about the reaction another universe's Logan would have to meeting Wade. To Wade and Logan's relationship.
Part 1 , Part 3, Part 4
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It'd been a few days since Wade had revealed the truth to Wolverine.
He'd expected things to be awkward, for them to fight over it, for Other-Logan to pull away so that his previous annoyance-indifference would look warm in comparison.
But, shockingly, things had gotten... easier?
Wolverine seemed more comfortable with him, becoming more talkative than before (which wasn't exactly hard to top, but progress is progress). Instead of yanking away the second Wade got too close for comfort, he'd let him brush by him, close enough that Wade could feel his body heat through the seat. Instead of sitting a respectable five feet away at all times, Other-Logan now sat at a friendly distance, close enough to sling an arm around his shoulder if Wade was in a particularly masochistic mood.
It was nice to feel like he had companionship in a world where he knew no one. It was comfortable. It reminded him of his own Logan sometimes, when he could close his eyes and drown out his thoughts and pretend that he was on a mission with Logan in his world instead of in the middle of fucking nowhere with a shitty knockoff.
Well, "shitty knockoff" is a harsh way to put it. This Logan wasn't that bad (he was certainly less anger-prone than his counterpart). It just... wasn't the same. It's like wanting a bowl of Lucky Charms at 2am so you go to a Dollar General and buy a copycat brand to satisfy your craving. Yes, it's similar, but no, it isn't the same.
And fuck, did Wade feel his Logan's absence.
It'd especially hit at night, when Wade was used to curling up on the pull-out couch with Logan beside him and pretending that he was shuffling closer so he wouldn't fall off the edge.
(They both were able to sleep in far more precarious positions. A perk of the job. But under the veil of darkness, they were able to pretend that they weren't vying for touch just to have it. To feel the warmth of someone else next to them. To know that they were both alive and safe and, despite everything, here with each other.)
But, even if Wade curled in on himself at night, feeling the chill in his bones despite the luxurious blankets in the mansion or whatever insulating sleeping bag he was using, he was fine.
So fine, in fact, that it didn't bother him at all that it'd been nearly a week since he arrived in this universe. Not that he was counting. (He was.)
Logan was probably fine. Wade would send him a message or something, let him know that he was okay and that the mission was just taking longer than expected, but interdimensional texting hadn't yet been invented. Or, at least, the TVA bastards were cheap enough to not let him access it.
Besides, they'd been making progress. They were finally working their way up to beating The Big Bad, to telling whatever evil organization was plotting to destroy this timeline to fuck off and go to hell.
As a matter of fact, they were on their way to a particularly promising lead right now. All the henchmen they've managed to get information out of seemed to point their fingers to the same place, some discreet nuclear power plant that had been shut down a decade ago. (Real original, guys. Why don't supervillains ever set up base in a less stereotypical place? Like a public park or an Olive Garden. But nooooo, it always had to be the shady abandoned government facilities.)
"You seem to be thinking real hard over there, bub," Wolverine remarked, raising an eyebrow in question.
"Oh, y'know, just the usual, like what your abs would taste like if I covered them in whipped cream. Would it be more salty, or sweet? Do you think they'd taste metallic if you'd been roughed up lately?" Wade slid back into his typical persona instead of lingering on his unhelpful desire to mope around until he could go home.
Other-Logan snorted. "I think you're thinking way too hard about my abs when you should be focusing on your plan for when we get to the base."
Wade pouted, "Awwww, c'mon, Wolvie, don't you know that my pleasure comes before our job? You only live once, fuck capitalism and all that."
"Without capitalism, you wouldn't have the money to get 'pleasure,'" Logan deadpanned.
"Ah yes, you're right. I'm but a humble servant to the almighty Capitalism King. I shall kill and show no mercy as long so long as my king asks for it." Wade clutched a hand over his heart dramatically, voice imitating sincerity but a few pitches too high.
Logan just shook his head and chuckled, trying and failing to suppress the grin that threatened to stretch across his face.
It looked good on him. A far cry from the serious, no-nonsense, version he'd first encountered. Who knew all it took to have someone open their heart to you was revealing you were besties in an alternate universe?
"We're here," Logan grunted, smirk falling off his face as he climbed out of the vehicle.
"Fucking finally! One hour longer and I think I'd puke all over your shiny yellow suit," Wade whined obnoxiously. Logan elbowed him harshly in response. Ouch. Manners.
The base was exactly what you'd expect. Just run down enough to not attract suspicion but just well-kept enough to be home to some freaky villain technology.
And, also as expected, as soon as they entered a blaring alarm went off. Flashing red lights and all. Just great, exactly what he needed today. Wade was definitely going to end up with a headache by the end of this raid. They're lucky he didn't have epilepsy or he'd sue them.
Wolverine didn't seem to be faring much better, judging by his furrowed eyebrows and how he was barely holding back a grimace.
They make quick work of whatever lackeys they find as they tear their way through the halls. They'd definitely improved their synchronization during the time they'd spent fighting together (mainly on Wolverine's part).
Finally, they arrive at some sort of convoluted metal dome with a suspiciously alien-looking machine in the middle. It didn't seem to be an exact replica of the Time Ripper Wade knew, but it was close enough to make an educated guess about its purpose. (An educated wish, some may say.)
Unfortunately, it wasn't left unguarded.
Some old-looking bald guy (never a good sign) with a metal arm (again, never a good sign) was holding a suspiciously futuristic gun. (Who is this, Cable's long-lost twin with a receding hairline gene?)
Deadpool unsheathed one of his katanas, gripping his gun tightly with his other hand. Wolverine shifted into a battle stance beside him.
"And what do we have here?" The man drawled, his piercing gaze sweeping over them both. "Deadpool and... Wolverine? An interesting team-up." Despite this, he didn't seem too surprised. If anything, he seemed to be glancing warily at Wolverine beside him.
"I don't have time to listen to your monologue, how about you just undo whatever fucky-wucky stuff you did to the timeline and we all head our separate ways, yeah?" Wade was nothing if not merciful for offering this fucker a chance to stand down before it got ugly.
"I don't think so," the man huffed, as if he found it amusing that he'd even suggest that. He was starting to get on Wade's nerves.
"Then let's cut the chit-chat and get straight to the ass beating." Deadpool nodded at Wolverine, who smirked almost imperceptibly.
They both lunged at the same second, Wolvie swiping at the bastard's head while Deadpool fired at his legs and torso.
Oh fuck, this guy has a regenerative healing factor too, Wade groaned internally when he saw the bullet wounds stitch themselves up. Just his luck.
The battle was more difficult than expected, but they managed to hold up fairly well by bouncing off each other's attacks. When Wade moved in, Logan moved out. When Wolverine sunk in his claws, Deadpool fired his gun or slashed with his katana.
That was until the bastard injected himself with some sort of serum, like a heroin addict stopping to shoot up during a fight.
That better not be what I think it is, Wade grimaced.
It was exactly what he thought it was.
Fighting a meaner-looking, more equipped version of Cable was hard enough, but on steroids? Wolverine and Deadpool soon began to lag behind. Even their teamwork couldn't help much when the opponent was that much stronger and they both were becoming exhausted.
However, Deadpool saw an opening. The fucker wasn't guarding his flank properly. And so, without warning, he flipped over the asshole's head and slashed at his side at the same moment Logan sank his claws into his neck. (Yay, teamwork!)
It seemed to hit some sort of weak point because the man slumped down onto the ground, unconscious. Wade sighed in relief and walked over to Logan.
"Hey man, I don't know about you, but when we get out of here I think we should get some chimichangas to celebrate—"
Bang.
Wade was flung into the wall with the sheer force of whatever futuristic weapon the man shot him with. Fucking rat bastard.
His head began spinning with the force at which he'd been full-body slammed against the wall. His vision was blurred and it was hard to make out shapes, but it seemed that Logan was having the same issue, given the red, blue, and yellow spot on the wall opposite him.
His vision was dancing with black dots and colors bled together, but through the haze he could make out the man they'd fought getting up and limping away, seemingly talking to someone as he did so.
Wade groaned and tried to lift his hand up to feel the wound on his head when he noticed. There were fragments embedded in his suit where he'd hidden it.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
In his haze, he managed to yank the tattered remains out of a device from his suit. Oh shit. It was broken.
How the hell was he supposed to get home now?
He didn't have time to linger on the question before darkness overtook his vision.
---
Logan paced back and forth on the shitty hardwood floors of their one-bedroom apartment.
Where the hell was he?
Wade was supposed to be back a month ago. Hell, the mission was only supposed to take a day and he said he'd be back for dinner that night.
But then that night passed, and Wade didn't show. Logan had waited at the table, bouncing his lex anxiously (although he'd deny it if anyone asked) long after Al reluctantly went to sleep and Mary Puppins settled down for the night. He remembered waiting, staring blankly at his plate but unable to stomach a bite, until he finally decided to put their food in the fridge to reheat later. He felt vaguely nauseous at the idea of eating peacefully while Wade was still frolicking about, fighting bad guys (and potentially getting hurt).
Logan fell asleep in that position, his head resting on his arms, hyperaware and jolting awake at the slightest sound. Waiting to hear the jingle of the doorknob and the sound of Wade shuffling in.
When Wade came back, Logan would tell them that he didn't care what the mission was about or what type of universe it was, he'd come with him next time. No room for arguments. He'd rather be bleeding and bruised by Wade's side than feel the gnawing emptiness and anxiety of being apart from him.
Logan never dealt well with separation. Not when it came to Wade. The only person who made this universe he'd barged his way into a home. The one who'd looked at him—a pathetic, miserable, drunk, mess—and still asked him to come home with him. The only person to make him feel like he belonged somewhere, to someone. That he wasn't just an unwanted, shunned monster who could only be loved for the destruction he could cause.
When Wade was gone, it felt like he was alone again. Like he was back in that shitty universe where even the fucking bartender refused him service unless he begged. Where everyone mocked him or shied away but nobody looked him in the eyes.
Wolverine was used to being alone. He'd been alone, in one way or another, for as long as he could remember.
But that's why he latched violently, viciously, desperately, onto the first lifeboat he could. The first person to yank his head above the water and welcome him onto their raft without expecting anything.
The next morning came and Wade still hadn't come back.
Logan tried to convince himself that it was just taking a second longer, that maybe he'd encountered an obstacle, that everything was still okay.
(Don't be overbearing, Logan. If he sees what a needy, writhing, mess you are then he won't want to be around you anymore. He'll finally wise up and leave you behind like everyone else. Like how you deserve. He'll finally see you for the pathetic creature you are instead of the delusion of a man he's been holding onto.)
But then that day turned into two. Turned into three. Turned into nearly a week in which he hadn't heard a word from Wade.
(Accept things how they are, Logan. Take the warmth you can get and savor it, clutch it so tight to your chest that your fingers bleed, and don't ask for more. Don't ruin this.)
Blind Al had tried saying something, once, about how Wade might just be running that. That he was having troubles, you know how it is (but even she had a worried crease to her brow, the slightest bit of hesitation that spoke volumes). Logan had grunted something he couldn't remember and kept pacing.
It felt like every day was an endless loop. Wake up, choke down what food he could, and wait anxiously. Wait to see if Wade would stroll through the door.
Until one night, he snapped. He'd just gotten out of the shower (the first he'd taken in a while, with how difficult it was to focus on anything but Wade Wade Wade Where is Wade Where—) when he noticed Wade's shitty music box was playing. The one he had of him.
He saw red. The next thing he knew, he stood in a completely trashed living room. Chairs were knocked over and splintered, bottles were shattered, and blood was splattered across the walls from where he'd raked his claws up and down his arms in a desperate attempt to get out of his skin because it was burning so badly and he just wanted to crawl inside Wade instead of being trapped in a useless fucking husk of a mindless animal—
He barely scraped the room back together by the time Al got back. He knew she was able to tell, but she didn't say anything. Just sat down on the tattered couch and murmured something that suspiciously sounded like Wade's name.
Logan was barely functioning. It was a Good Day if he managed to eat, shower, and not drink himself into a stupor by night. Every day that went by made the knot in his stomach twist further until he could barely remember what it felt like to not be on edge constantly.
(He knew it was pathetic. That he should be better than this. That he shouldn't need Wade to babysit him to make him want to eat and sleep and shower and do all the things that normal people were expected to just do. He knew that he shouldn't revert back to a state of depression and anxiety when he was gone but Logan didn't know what to do. He'd been fucked up for so long that he didn't know what okay meant anymore, didn't know to just breathe without clenching his teeth and forcing his lungs to expand and contract.)
(The only time he got relief from the reminder of who he was and what he'd done was with Wade, who knew him and still somehow wanted him. Who made him feel normal, like he could just be Logan and live a domestic life as a borderline househusband in their apartment. Who made him feel like he had a future and a chance at happiness again.)
At first, he could convince himself that it was just the mission holding him up. That he was being unreasonable. (Why didn't Wade just take him along to begin with? He'd let Wade talk as long as he wanted, take the lead, and annoy him however he liked as long as he could be with him.)
But then doubt began creeping in. What if Wade realized that he really was the Worst Wolverine? What if this universe's Wolverine was better than him—nicer, stronger, less fucked up—and Wade preferred him. He wouldn't blame him. Hell, he knew Wade only settled on him because of a time crunch and the fact that he didn't claw his eyes out immediately. If Wade had more time, he would've gone with a better option.
(Logan chose to ignore the instinctive dread he felt at that thought. What if Wade hadn't come for him? What if he found another Wolverine and he was left to be drunk and miserable for the rest of his life, never knowing Wade's presence? The thought made him physically ill.)
But Wade, despite what people said, was a man of his word. He kept his promises and tried to avoid lying. Even if he did decide to fuck off and find another Logan, he'd tell him first. He'd let him know, at least.
As the time crept closer to a month, Logan's anxiety reached an all-time high. If Wade was taking this long, something must've gone horribly wrong. He's in danger.
Logan couldn't pace back and forth anymore, listening to the TVA rattle excuse after excuse when he called them to ask for an update. (It's confidential, they said. Don't worry, they said. Eventually, they got so used to him calling—without fail, twice a day, once in the morning and once at night—that they'd immediately forward him to the line he needed. And they'd always give the same excuses.)
Not anymore.
Logan was going to find Wade, even if he had to rip the whole fucking TVA or multiverse apart to do so.
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Wade groaned, slamming his forehead against the counter before eating another spoonful of cereal.
The X-men still hadn't found a way to fix his universe-hopping device. To be fair, back in his universe it'd taken a while to fix Cable's time-jumping one, and Wade's sure that dimensional travel adds a whole new level of complexity. The TVA does not fuck around with their technology.
That being said, at least the rest of the X-men were starting to take the timeline issue seriously. They'd finally all decided to pitch in and try investigating on their own time.
"Look alive a little, bub, we're going on a mission today." Logan eyed Wade as he continued to eat his high-protein classic bacon and scrambled eggs breakfast.
The other X-men eyed them curiously. Logan had been acting differently as of late. Ever since Deadpool had come to their world and began hanging around him, he'd softened around the edges. He'd become a little more open, actively engaging with conversation instead of tuning in and out.
It was... nice to see him close to someone. To see him look at someone with an odd sort of affection visible in his eyes. Even if it was a little jarring.
(A few wondered what Wade had done to earn his affection. How a single man could swoop in and do what they'd been trying to do for years. What was so special about him? Why couldn't they reach him earlier? What were they doing wrong?)
It was good to see him be close to someone. Even if it stung a little that Wade made more progress in a month than they'd made this entire time.
Aside from that, the X-men had been able to interact with Wade more ever since he started spending a bit more time at the mansion.
When he'd gotten knocked out and his dimensional travel device broken, it'd taken a few days for him to fully regenerate (and mentally recuperate). During that time, him and Logan seem to have developed an odd kinship. A casual, friendly relationship where they eat meals together and occasionally, in between missions, watch shows together, or just... talk.
It was a little unnerving to see Logan so willing to act almost domestically with someone else. Of course, the X-men had managed to coax Logan into hanging out with them more casually. And sometimes, they'd gotten the privilege of seeing how his shoulders would relax and he'd become content to just listen and soak up the company. But those occasions were few and far between, and Logan's default state was to keep a certain degree of distance.
Wade had begun to interact with the other X-men, too. He'd taken to teasing Colossus to pay him back for the many headaches he'd given him in his world. Logan often trailed a few steps behind, trying and failing to pretend to be engaged with something else while keeping an eye on Wade. It'd be endearing, almost, if it wasn't so out of character for him.
Unfortunately, after the villain had escaped, their luck seemed to dry up. They'd only gotten a few leads since, and all were dead ends. With too much time to spare and too much pent-up energy (and anxiety to some degree over being away from his world for so long), Wade accompanied Wolverine on a few of his other missions.
Wade sighed and pushed away the remainder of his cereal. Well, there went his appetite. Thinking about his world and his Logan was a surefire way to kill his mood.
(It made him feel sick to think about how Logan was faring without him. To question when he'd get to see him again. To remember that this wasn't His Logan. It was always uncomfortable to be away from him for too long, to feel the same loneliness settle inside him like an old friend. What a joke. He saved the world just so he could whine about how he wanted it to revolve around him.)
(Logan never made him feel that way. He understood how it felt to lose everyone and still tremor at the thought. He understood the struggle of knowing you'd outlive everyone you love. He understood because they'd been through it together. Because they'd shared their pain and their feelings and their hearts and bared themselves, raw and vulnerable and bloody, before each other and still sacrificed themselves for each other anyway.)
"Not in the mood?" Logan asked. "Y'know, we have other types of cereal. Think they keep Captain Crunch or Cheerios or some shit around here."
And Wade almost screamed in frustration.
It was so stupid. Logan was trying to help. But Other-Logan wasn't His Logan.
His Logan knew that he hated that type of cereal. That he drenched his pancakes in syrup. That he was a picky bitch with food and would only eat certain brands. He'd learned to cook food just for him so that he could eat comfortably.
He was about to take a few centering, deep breaths (never claim he doesn't know how to be zen) before an alarm blared.
"There's been a break-in in the main lobby of the mansion!" someone shouted.
Huh. That's a convenient way to get information. A very good way to move the plot along.
The X-men around him were tense, drawing their weapons and preparing to investigate who dared intrude. Wade got ready too, drawing his baby knife just in case. (Not that he really can take the moral high ground here, considering he did the same just a month ago.)
Other-Logan glanced at him from the corner of his eye and Wade nodded. The two slinked along the walls, braced for an attack.
Loud crashing noises could be heard from the lobby. Furniture slammed against the wall, shattering into a million splinters (strong ass motherfucker, it seems). There was yelling and screaming and... growling?
The cacophony got louder as they drew closer. Except, Wade began to recognize the sounds. They were distinct, clear, and... familiar.
Too familiar.
Holy shit.
"Logan?" he breathed, and then he was darting out from behind the wall even as Other-Logan let out an aborted shout and attempted to grab his arm.
He slipped through his grip and turned the corner, and lo and behold, there he was.
His Logan.
He was snarling, claws unsheathed and raised to attack the people who swarmed him. They all seemed terrified and incredibly confused (given that he had the same face as one of the X-men themselves), but seemed to recognize him as an enemy and were making a quite frankly pathetic attempt to fight back.
He was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead and eyes darting around anxiously. He had a feral look on his face, like a cornered animal that had just escaped his captors.
His eyes were somehow distant and hyper-focused, as if he was running on pure adrenaline without really registering anything.
He looked furious. He looked serious. (He looked scared.)
It was the sweetest sight he'd ever seen in his life.
"Peanut!" Wade shouted, pushing through the people who crowded around.
Logan's head snapped in his direction immediately, body trembling.
"Wolvie! Babygirl!" he continued to yell out nicknames as he drew closer, finally elbowing past the last line of unhelpful bystanders.
"Logan," he murmured breathlessly, reverently, at finally getting to see him again. To see him up close and personal.
As soon as he muttered the word, Logan pounced.
From behind him, Other-Logan and a few of the X-men yelled for him to move out of the way, that he was hostile.
But Wade knew that face. Knew those eyes.
This wasn't just A Logan, this was His Logan.
(His Logan, who knew how he liked his pancakes. Who listened to him rant about stupid conspiracy theories and children's shows. Who had gone through hell and back with him just to help him save his family. Who he'd slowly, painstakingly built a home with.)
And so Wade simply opened his arms and offered a shaky, wet, smile as Logan barreled into him, wrapping around him like he'd die if he let go for a second. Digging his fingers (with the claws retracted, luckily) into his back and gripping onto the fabric of his suit like a lifeline. Shivering against him as if he were a man stranded in a blizzard, finally able to huddle up against a fireplace.
And oh.
Logan was crying, hot tears trailing down the curve of Wade's neck and soaking his suit as Logan nuzzled closer, desperately.
When Wade went to stroke the back of Logan's head and brushed against his own damp face, he realized he was crying too.
He'd been trying so desperately to push down his feelings. Of frustration, of anger, of sadness (of fear). To pretend he didn't miss Logan like he missed air, to pretend that the separation wasn't putting him on edge.
He knew that Logan would worry about him. Wade wasn't that oblivious. But he didn't think Logan would be nearly full-body sobbing against him, rocking back and forth, trying to convince himself that Wade was real.
"Please, never do that again. Don't leave."
And oh.
Wade knew that Logan cared. Knew that Logan would be upset, would miss him, if he disappeared or died. Logically, he knew that.
But Wade was used to being seen as annoying. To being someone people could begrudgingly tolerate, maybe occasionally find funny, but never actively want. Was used to being seen as lesser.
Physically, he was a freak. Mentally, he was a wreck. Emotionally, he was one bad day away from trying (and failing, yet again) to end it all.
He didn't understand how someone could want him. Could need him. Could make him their whole world and cradle it in their hands like his absence would be the collapse of their very foundation.
And yet, here Logan was.
When Wade considered it, it was obvious in hindsight. Logan may respond to his insults, and may be up for a fight, but he never actually seemed to be bothered by Wade. When Wade called him stupid nicknames, he may grumble out a response, but never showed actual annoyance. When Wade slung an arm around his shoulder, he'd let it rest there or lean in closer instead of pushing it off. When Wade goaded him into a fight, he'd rise to the challenge but never unsheathe his claws unless Wade drew out his knives, too.
In fact, he'd only shown true irritation when they'd first met. When Wade had kidnapped him and turned his life on his head. When they were struggling under high-stress situations while Logan grappled with grief.
Logan... more than cared. More than tolerated his existence. More than reluctantly put up with him.
The realization was so obvious and yet it hit Wade like a freight train. This whole time, he'd been trying to convince himself that his feelings were one-sided, that he was abnormal for latching so hard onto Logan while he only humored him in response.
He'd let his self-hatred blind him to the most obvious fact of all: Logan needed him too.
He clutched Logan's back tighter, murmuring reassurances and apologies into the top of his head.
"I'm not leaving you, Wolvie," Wade whispered, "you'll have to kill me to get me to stop haunting your ass."
Logan grumbled, "You aren't allowed to die on me. You can't leave. Ever."
"I won't, I won't. You came and got me. I'm not going anywhere."
While Wade and Logan had their reunion, the crowds were herded away until only a few X-men remained. They stared at the two, bewildered.
"...Is that seriously Logan?" Jean murmured to Scott.
"It looks like him... but..." he gestured to the scene in front of them.
They'd never seen Logan break down before. Had never seen him so vulnerable. He'd never let anyone as close as he was to Wade, right now. Not even a fraction as much.
They cast contemplative and vaguely concerned glances at their world's Logan. He was staring hollowly at the scene in front of him.
It was so... odd to see himself like that. Open. Emotional. (Safe enough to let himself be that way.)
Wade had never acted that way with him, either. Tears welling up in his eyes, looking at Logan as if he hung the stars in the sky and set his universe back in balance again.
(Logan looked back at him with the same fervency, as if Wade was his universe. The stars and the sun and the planets all in one.)
It made that familiar envy curl in his gut. Before, it'd been muted by the fact that Wade's Logan was just a story. He was the one physically with him, able to get to know him and learn about him and get his undivided attention and time.
It felt nice. To be understood. To be able to treat someone as an equal, a companion, without worrying about them pulling away if he revealed too much. He'd gotten used to Wade's presence, to the comfort it brought.
However, it looked like he was going to have to confront the version of him that made it all possible.
Wade and Logan had finally calmed down, holding each other more loosely and letting the tension bleed away. Logan nearly collapsed onto Wade as he came down from the adrenaline high, feeling the exhaustion and anxiety of the past month hit him all at once. He was in Wade's arms and finally able to process his emotions now that he was home.
Other-Logan approached them carefully, schooling his face into the typical mask of calculated indifference.
However, despite that, there was a sharpness to his tone as he tersely spoke to his counterpart, "Nice to meet you, other me. It seems you've managed to find your way into our mansion."
"Yeah, well, the mansion was holding something of mine, so let's call it even," Logan near growled, glaring at himself.
It'd almost be funny if not for the tension crackling in the air between them.
"Woah, woah, woah," Wade placated, "we've all made our mistakes. I'm guilty too, your honor. Let me just have some time alone with dear Wolvie here and we can all have a group therapy session later to talk about our feelings."
Other-Logan looked at Wade, a searching look in his eyes. Wade met his gaze steadily, smiling slightly to reassure him that it'd be OK.
Finally, he sighed and moved away to let the other X-men gawk.
“(A few wondered what Wade had done to earn his affection. How a single man could swoop in and do what they'd been trying to do for years. What was so special about him? Why couldn't they reach him earlier? What were they doing wrong?)”
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THIS IS PERFECT
I’m writing a fic where Logan and Wade go on missions with the whole X-men in Wade’s universe and THIS is the feeling I’m trying to convey said perfectly.
Can we take a second to consider how Deadpool's regeneration works?? Like what the limits are? And what that means in the context of their weaknesses and scenarios for fanfiction?
Deadpool's regeneration is near infinite. He's come back from being exploded before by a single blood cell. As long as he isn't completely atomized, he can come back.
If you explain his healing as an extremely enhanced metabolism (similar to Peter Parker's healing) then this would mean all cell processes and chemical reactions in his body happen at a significantly faster pace than the average person. This would apply to digestion, healing, energy expenditure, but also death and aging.
The human body has a finite limit of cells that it will produce in its lifetime, so if it was simply enhanced metabolism he couldn't regenerate infinitely. Even "enhanced" healing would have its limits and a greater metabolism wouldn't account for regrowing limbs or parts of the body entirely.
This would imply that his ability is more than just "enhanced healing" but instead the ability to completely reconstruct his body. This insinuates that mutants would need different DNA that maps out the parts of the body and the instructions to generate it in their genetic code. This is similar to the regrowth of a lizard's tail or how the liver of a human body can regenerate.
However, healing capabilities aside, where does the matter and energy for this come from? Matter doesn't spontaneously come into existence; it can neither be created nor destroyed. He would need a source of energy and matter to rebuild his body.
Let's start with energy. Most humans utilize chemical energy from food to carry out bodily functions. However, Deadpool can regenerate from a single blood cell without eating anything. This implies that his body is either insanely energy efficient and has a different blueprint or that mutants draw their energy from another source. Can mutants tap into matter and antimatter as a source of energy where the human body hits its limit?
More than energy, let's consider the issue of matter. To regenerate, Deadpool would need to rebuild the organic matter of his body. If it were just an issue of reattaching limbs and reforging bonds between severed body parts or torn skin, it would be feasible. However, it's been shown that even when Deadpool's limbs or blood or corpse are beyond salvageable, he regrows them from scratch. An example of this was in Deadpool 1 where he cut off his hand and left it with Colossus, but it still regenerated on its own without it disappearing.
This implies that the lost matter from energies such as detached limbs, blood, and gore isn't reused in the regeneration process unless intentionally reattached. If he's capable of regenerating from scratch, he needs a way to get carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, and phosphorus, which are the key elements that compose the human body. He also needs a way to condense these into macromolecules and organic compounds.
Hydrogen, nitrogen, carbon, and oxygen exist in large quantities in the atmosphere. Could he potentially be absorbing elements and reintegrating them into his body? Would this imply that his skin needs to be more porous to absorb elements through the air into his body?
For him to reintegrate these elements, is his body somehow catalyzing the synthesis of macromolecules? This was studied in the Miller-Urey experiment, which simulated the early conditions of Earth's atmosphere and the available basic compounds to see if it was possible for elements to spontaneously synthesize together to create the macromolecules needed for human life. It was found that under pressure, heat, and electricity, it was in fact potentially possible for the building blocks of human life to originate this way. Are mutant bodies capable of perfectly replicating the conditions and forces needed to cause this to happen consistently and at near-instantaneous speeds?
If this were possible, would this mean that there are conspiracy theories that "mutant" forces could be responsible for life on Earth in the Marvel universe? (If matter and anti-matter play a role in mutant abilities, could they have contributed to the existence of mutants to begin with? To life on Earth?)
Aside from these elements, phosphorus would be needed to recreate DNA and the nuclei of cells. Phosphorus doesn't have an atmospheric phase in its geologic cycle—it's only found in rocks and compounds, not the air. Wade couldn't absorb it from the ground because he doesn't always regenerate in areas where phosphorus is present. Does this imply that phosphorus is present in the air in Marvel and that in their dimension, it does cycle atmospherically for regenerative mutants to exist?
Considering that regeneration is possible given all of the elements are present, how was Wade able to regenerate his rapidly suffocating cells when he was trapped in the airtight tank by Francis? If he was able to replace the oxygen in his cells, does this apply that he had access to matter that "wasn't there"? Does this tie into anti-matter being an active force in Marvel that exists within mutants? Does energy conservation work differently, wherein antimatter potentially eats up organic matter in another part of the Earth to preserve the balance while it supplies necessary elements to mutants? Or is it another force?
Wade's regenerative capabilities can largely be attributed to his cancer. It gives him the added effect of rapid cell repopulation, while his healing staves away the deadly effects until it's neutralized.
For Wade's entire body to regenerate from a single blood cell, this would imply that his entire body is composed of stem cells that are capable of differentiating into all of the different types of cells. And that mutants have an insanely high number of stem cells compared to the average person. This could be incredibly useful in stem cell transplant surgery to help recover from issues with bone marrow, blood cells, cancers, blood disorders, and autoimmune diseases.
Do mutant stem cells play a large part in the medical field with their rapid regeneration and near-infinite cell differentiation? Are there mutants held captive and experimented on just to obtain their stem cells? Could Wade be a target of this?
Speaking of farming, could Wade theoretically infinitely sell his organs on the black market for money? Considering he can regrow organs entirely without the preexisting one intact. Would they go for extra money because of enhanced durability and "better" mutant cells?
Most regeneration couldn't be entirely infinite, though. Eventually, if the regeneration was rapid enough, cells would reach the Hayflict limit. The Hayflick limit is the number of times a normal human cell can divide before it stops dividing. At the end of human chromosomes, there are telomeres which protect the integrity of DNA during cell division. As cells continue to divide, the telomeres keep shortening until eventually they run out and the DNA itself gets damaged if further replication occurs. The cells reach a state of senescence, wherein the cell stops dividing but functions normally until it dies permanently. This makes infinite replication from the same set of cells impossible.
However, Wade is the exception. His cancer cells would keep dividing because telomerase, an enzyme, keeps lengthening the telomere to allow for rapid and infinite regeneration. Therefore, the cell would never reach the Hayflick Limit and Wade's entire body could be regenerated even from a single cell.
This would imply that his healing factor wouldn't be nearly as strong and would, in fact, have more imposing limits without his cancer. His mutation encompassed a faster healing ability, but it originally would be finite if his cells were overloaded and regenerated enough to reach the Hayflick limit.
Additionally, this implies that Wade stopped aging not because of his healing factor, but because of his cancer. Aging occurs due to chromosome shortening, wherein the telomeres of cells slowly get shorter until the cells are no longer capable of safe replication. Eventually, the speed of cells dying outpaces the speed of reproduction as the majority of cells reach senescence.
Wade's cancer stopped him from aging. It took his healing from strong to nearly invincible. The same thing that causes him pain every day is the very reason he's as strong as he is.
This also implies that if he ever did find a way to cure his cancer while keeping his ability intact, he would sacrifice his immortality. He would begin aging, even if slowly, and he would lose the ability to come back from mere scraps. His healing would be more on par with Logan (who I'll make a separate analysis of later), wherein he would still age and take damage but with rapidly accelerated healing and cell reconstruction capabilities.
Wade's healing is stronger than Logan's. Wade can recover if there is even a piece of him left, while Logan's healing has greater limits. While Wolverine has more enhanced physical capabilities, Wade wins in the regeneration department.
This implies that if the two were tortured repeatedly in a similar manner, Logan's regeneration might slow down and eventually stop if he was bombarded constantly without sustenance, while Wade's would hold on for much longer (potentially forever). Wade would be the sole survivor if they got trapped or tortured, and would have to watch Logan slowly die as his healing fails and his cells hit their limit .
This is a painful reminder that Logan will age and eventually die. With his ability, Wade will not. The very cancer that led to him losing the life he wanted and becoming the monster he sees himself as is the reason Logan will leave him behind in the end when he dies. It's a curse he'll never escape from, no matter how far he runs.
Wade can heal from almost anything physically, but could he ever really heal from outliving Logan? From losing him?
I'M GOING TO BREAK DOWN LOGAN'S ABILITIES SOON TOO, BUT THEY'RE A BIT MORE COMPLICATED BECAUSE THEY NEED TO BE SEPARATED BETWEEN THOSE INFLUENCED BY ADAMANTIUM AND THOSE NOT. I HOPE THIS CAN INSPIRE YALL TORTURE WHUMP WRITERS OR JUST NERDS HOPING TO WRITE REALISTIC ACTION SCENES OR KNOW FUN FACTS ABOUT YOUR FAVS. IN THE SECOND PART IM GONNA TRY TO GO MORE IM GONNA MORE IN DEPTH ABOUT HOW IT AFFECTS LOGAN AND WADES RELATIONSHIP AND TEAMWORK BUT THIS WAS SOOO FUN TO WRITE.
Bro I went on a rant the other day about how during the matter and antimatter seem there's a reason Logan grabs Wade's hand first. And if intentional or not which I choose to think it is it's because of how you know electric circuits work. So after he punctures the antimatter it would pretty much freeze him into place because of the current and that's why he grabbed Wade first.
I think matter and antimatter are so interesting to consider within the context of the Marvel universe. There are a lot of "gaps" in what could be physically possible within a universe that follows the same fundamental laws as ours, so I theorize that the forces of matter and anti-matter play a part in this. For example, certain abilities spontaneously form matter out of thin air (certain types of regeneration included). And do you know what's capable of eliminating matter itself and causing distortions in the universe and its makeup? Matter and anti-matter!!!
This makes me wonder if anti-matter has different energy conservation laws, like a ratio of matter to anti-matter that would make energy conservation true. (For example, if 1 molecule of carbon dioxide went missing, would 3 molecules of dark matter be enough to shift the balance? Or would one disappear?)
This insinuates that what separates mutants from non-mutants is the ability to manipulate or influence anti-matter. And isn't it so interesting?? To imply that mutants exist in the first place because of distortions in time and space that shouldn't be possible and that their abilities are intertwined with forces beyond their understanding??
The thing that really gets me is the aging because we know how it works. Overtime the telomere's shorten so what were the process be that prevents that from happening? I don't know enough about DNA to give an answer to that.
Like I have so many questions I can't word them into understandable sentences I'll be honest. It's mainly because I don't know enough to know if it's even a good question to ask but how does one just prevent the DNA from doing something it's supposed to do without messing up anything else? Because DNA is very complicated and very finicky.
Holy fuck op now I want to start yet another wip where Wade gets taken in by Transigen and experimented on by Dr. Rice. And maybe he meets Laura there. Ooo. An au is cooking.
I read this whole thing and I may not completely understand all of it but it was so fascinating. I LOVE it when fans try to hypothesize and make it as realistic as possible.
Sorry if this has already been asked, but what are your favourite headcanons for Wolverine and Deadpool? And have you seen other people's headcanons that you think are underrated?
This is the BEST question and I could 100% write essays on this! I'll try my best to not ramble though!
Firstly, my favorite headcannon for Wade at the minute is him having dyslexia. It was honestly just kind of a random idea (I have no idea if other people wrote about it first so if they did, credit to them) I had because of Wade's little quip saying "not to brag, but I do not read" and I honestly took that and projected.
I also really love any of the Wade suffering from chronic pain/dealing with cancer symptoms headcannons! I know they are kind of canon (if you squint) but I love them so much! Wade having to deal with all of those issues even after he becomes immortal just seems like something that would happen to him, and I really enjoy angst. Alot.
Among the chronic pain discussion, I also love the Logan ones. Where he suffers because of his metal skeleton. The claws causing his knuckles to ache and the metal in his body making it super hard to regulate his body heat normally. He is super cold and super hot, and during both of these it's even more painful.
I feel like most underatted headcannons are focused on Logan? I've seen so many good ones that seem to not get that much traction, and it hurts my soul! The main one I always see for him is the chronic pain one, but there is so much more potential! I've seen a few that I think are really good- and I can't remember where I saw them so I apoligise- but my main one I love is 1000% Logan having autism. I've seen a few people talk about it (I have briefly mentioned it in a post) and even though I'm writing about him having ADHD, I really do love the idea of Logan having autism. He wears the same 3 outfits, has heightened sense, and always has the same haircut. I know a man who likes routine when I see one.
My second favourite one is Logan being insecure. Not really a headcannon? But something that we don't see ALL that often. I've seen some amazing posts and fanfiction with it, but I honestly hoped people did more with it! Logan has such a huge complex about having to be a hero, and especially in Deadpool and Wolverine, that is completely screwed on it's side.
And it's honestly so underatted, and I'm not sure why? Unless I've somehow missed a whole section of the fandom!
(Thank you for the ask, I had alot of fun with this question, and I hope you like my answers lol!)
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I went a carnival recently and now I can’t stop thinking of poolverine taking Laura to the carnival on a little family date getting cotton candy and Logan absolutely terrified as Wade makes him go on a rickety ride or getting sick on the tea cups ride bc Laura wanted to go w him