#the-innumerable-heroes

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Virgil was a nerd, has been since as long as he could remember and like most nerds, Virgil had gargantuan amounts of anxiety when it came to those that he had feelings for, being Bisexual in Chicago meant that anxiety sky-rocketed from it’s post of the nerdy stratosphere. Whether fortunate or not, Virgil also had a tendency to talk more when he got nervous. And boy was Virgil nervous right now and it showed. It showed his whole hand and his feelings right now. Virgil was devastated, embarrassed. Wishing he could find a hole to just crawl into. His host didn’t seem to mind, although Virgil was certain that Jamie wasn’t interested and his heart sank a little. Well that was until Jamie smiled and Virgil melted. I Guess we’ll see where th’ night takes us indeed. Virgil keep some hope and at the very least he had grained a new friend who happens to be a fan of cinema, and a potentially new ally to help Virgil be Static, t’ boot. So all is not lost even if Jamie is  not in fact interested in Virgil.

“Mhmmm” Virgil hummed in amused agreement with Jamie’s assessment of them seeing where the night goes.

“Hell yeah! Expansive. Sounds like this’ll be a blast and a lot better night than I had planned.” Virgil chuckled. When Jamie asked him to help out Virgil’s eyes lit up and he sprang into action.

“Yeah! Sure thing, man!” Virgil slide past Jamie and into the kitchen. Then trying to move again but without the traction Virgil began sliding in place until he put is hand out and snapped, causing a small spark of electricity to pop and send him sliding toward the fridge, where Virgil grabbed the fridges and slide safely to a stop. Virgil chuckled to himself, as he had fun, the quibbles still in his stomach from sliding across the floor. Popping open the fridge, Virgil makes a face at the choices, he grabs a few more of what they had been having. They weren’t bad but they weren’t what Virgil was used to drinking but he’d never let Jamie know any of that. Virgil closed the fridge and headed back to Jamie and the coffee table, walking this time, sans sliding. Virgil puts the beers on the coffee table, two in front of Jamie and two where he was about to sit on the couch, giving Jamie some space, if he were to sit on the couch, with plenty of elbow room, but also not so far that if Jamie wanted to sit closer…

@vintertsarn [Jamie Barnes]

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"Hello Mr. Vade...er...um Mr. Dtheadpool...I am bad at this." Kurt Wager Bamphing into Wade Wilson's place wearing a pirate regalia, holding another in his arm. Let's try this one more time. "Arrr.... Ye matey, Captian Vadepool! Is ye ready to depart on an adventure?" Kurt put out his best pirate accent, with his German still coming through looking around the room for Wade.

@the-innumerable-heroes @house0f3

"JESUS FUCKIN' WHITE-WASHED-CATHOLIC-CHRIST ON A CRUTON!" Wade had fallen out of his recliner at the sudden although not UNWELCOME sight of the Nightcrawler, and the expletives begun as he fell, and ended as he landed on the wooden floor of his apartment.

His arm came up and his hand landed with a bit of a smack against the fake leather, using the grip to pull himself into a standing position in front of Kurt as he exhaled through his nose and got his heart to stop trying to vacate his chest. A moment later, he held up his finger as though to press an invisible PAUSE button on the charming blue devil's attempt at an impression of a pirate.

Wade used his other hand to reach into the pocket of his hoodie, removing his mask from there, turning his head to put it on, before once more facing the other man.

"Sorry 'bout the casual blaspheming, I usually save that for special occasions and 'Orgy Tuesdays'. Which is really just a very special occasion." He moved a step closer and seemed to be taking Kurt's appearance in.

"Listen, you swarthy, swashbuckling sweet-potato," he started, "you KNOW that I'm never going to say no to a Pirate Adventure, just ask Deadpool Volume 4, #14." Wade seemingly pulled a comic book out of nowhere, flashing it to Kurt briefly.

Just as quickly, he tossed the comic book behind him. "Just try t' warn a guy before ya BAMF into his apartment and start courting PIRATEPOOL."

Wade reached out and took the pirate garb that the X-Man had brought for him. "Awe, Puddin', it's just my size. Uno memento, por favor." He hopped over his couch and ran to the bathroom to change into the costume, his closing of the door followed by a few small crashes before he came back out with the garb fastened over his suit.

"Ready when you are, Cookie-Monster."

just wanna pop in on your dash real quick and YELL ABOUT HOW AMAZING THIS FUCKING ART IS!!! seriously you guys ... @the-innumerable-heroes / @house0f3 / @80sretroboom really outdid themselves on this piece that was just supposed to go on my icon template! now i have a judgy piece of art of anya!!! it's all over for you bitches. did the coloring of a black and white drawing in photoshop , but the really talent in this one lies with them!

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@marvelmyriad [TO WADE WILSON]

Logan suddenly regretted his decision to ask Wade for help or at least he regretted coming to Wade's apartment, even if he hadn't yet asked the merc his favor. Logan just knew that he was going to regret it. He sighed in stubborn defiance of sticking to his decision while he sat on the couch next to Blind Al. Al awkwardly sat there quietly other than occasionally asking Logan some weird or awkward question while they waited for Wade to come home. As soon as Wade walked in the door Logan crossed his arms over his chest. "Took ya long enough to get home, Bub. I've been waitin here for ya for hours."

❝ Hey! Lets get one thing straight here! ❞ Maybe she was being a little too dramatic , but there was one thing you didn't do if you didn't want to get on Anya's bad side , and it was talk in any way shape or form in disfavor of her family. Some had even called her loyal to a fault. Then again , her whole family was a bit like that. ❝ Our families , are nothing alike. ❞ okay , she was definitely being dramatic.

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@house0f3 / @the-innumerable-heroes

500 CE. A small and quaint, medieval Scandinavian burg of 200 people, nestled in the lush green valley, surrounded by towering pine trees and snow-capped mountains in the distance. The village is built along a gentle river, which winds its way through the center of town, providing a source of fresh water and power for the numerous watermills that dot its banks. The houses, constructed primarily from wood, are arranged in a tight, winding pattern, with dirt and gravel streets meandering between them. The buildings vary in size and design, most with modest thatched roofs.