You’re Not Inside My Pants, Are You?

So, I’m not abandoning this blog entirely, but I’m also not going to commit myself to posting here as if it’s a job when my true job, to me, is my comic. I’m probably going to be a lot more specific with who I reply to, and I might only do one reply a week, to be perfectly honest. This is probably more the type of thing I’ll do when I’m VERY tired out and literally unable to draw from now on. Sorry to come and go, you guys. I know a lot of you really love my blog, but this is really just a hobby, and writing comics is actually what I want to do with my life. 

I really didn’t want to abandon this blog so fast, because I really didn’t want people to think I only made this blog out of hype for Deadpool 2, ‘cause that’s not what it is at all. Deadpool is a character I really do love a lot, and to be honest, I could probably write him forever if I didn’t have any goals of my own. But the fact remains, Deadpool is a character that belongs to Marvel, and he’s not a character that belongs to me. I would much rather write my own comics and make my own characters and inspire other artists and tell my own stories, than continue to waste two more months sitting here writing another artist’s character.

I’ve loved roleplaying with ya’ll a hell of a lot, and I’m still gonna be peeking in here a lot. I’m not disappearing completely and please don’t consider our threads dropped, I’m just saying, don’t expect three posts a day and a bunch of funny drawings, because you’ll honestly be lucky if you see me posting twice a week here anymore.

deadpool: whatever i had sex with your son

scott summers, who hasnt even had any children yet:

He watched as the red clad stranger decapitated the being before him. He was no stranger to such sights not given his youth and the battles he’d been in. He watched as the head rolled upon the ground the arterial spray staining the alley in crimson. Brow raised at the situation. There were a few choices he could make at the moment though one was unlikely given the magic negating cuffs. He was about to back out of the alley all together when the red clad stranger spoke, well more than screamed. “Shhh! Shh, shhh! D-Don’t, Shut up!”, he says his hands raised to shut the man up from revealing his identity.

Shut up?! Well that came out of no where! Wade was used to getting this kind of treatment, but ouch! Coming from a god? It just flat out hurts! 

“Aah, I see what’s going on here. Hiding from the public, eh? You’re almost like a real celebrity! More infamous than anything, though. Your brother’s the more famous one. You’re just the emo evil brother who almost destroyed New York!” Wade stated as a matter of fact and wrapped an arm around Loki’s shoulder.

“Oh I’m not here to hurt you.” Wade tossed the poptart behind him, where it just so happened to land in the kitchen sink. 

“I’m here to stop the other guys from hurting you. I got a pigeon from Thor.” So the part about the pigeon was a lie, and the part about Thor, but he really did get a tip from someone that the woman living in this apartment was in danger. 

“And for the record,” Wade held up a finger as if he was about to make an important point.

“No way! Those guys can’t stand me! And I’m guessing by Tony, you mean Tony Stark, Ironman Tony? Definite nope, he hates me almost more than they do!” 

He lifted himself up to sit on the kitchen counter.

“If you must know, Jane Foster sent me. She sounded pretty worried too. Guess she had a good reason for contacting me in place of her other superhero pals. She didn’t bother to tell me why either. Guess she just thinks I’m better looking and more reliable.” And then he pulled a bag of chips out from beside him. This Darcy girl sure had a lot of good food here. Most people just had fruit and granola bars in their houses. Healthy food was just gross. 

It was after Wade put down his box of food to go running toward the scene that he watched as the figure who’d previously been melting the building ran faster than he could catch up with. Son of a bitch! Ah well... guess the building’s already melted to shit anyhow. Not much to do about that.

“Oof, that does not look good.”

So he checked out the scene, helped out some injured, then left the scene. An unfortunate event, certainly, but nothing he could fix. That was an architects job. However, he did return to eat more food at the same restaurant as before a day later. Funnily enough, he happened to see that same figure from the other day. He was a big enough guy to have a noticeably different figure from most. Ohoho, but this time, he’s not getting away.

Wade ran toward the scene, and this time, arrived before any more shit could go down. There was a smaller figure that bumped into the man just as Wade was arriving upon the scene, and his body acted before his brain could. Crazy big man with melting powers approaching a young girl? Not safe. He intentionally swung his katana to injure the man enough to stop his attack on the girl as he reached a hand out for her, but his hand slipped, and the cut went a little deeper than he meant for it to.

“FUCK! Oh shit!” He reacted when he realized he’d cut so far through the man’s stomach, there wasn’t a chance in hell he was still alive. What a rookie mistake....

“I SO did not mean to kill him.” Wade’s head turned to the girl as if looking for some sort of vindication from her. He then looked to the corpse with a sigh.

“I still had so many questions to ask him....” Wade’s head lifted once more to look back up at the girl. His katana was placed back in it’s shared sheath, and once the hand was free, he set a hand on her shoulder.