Deadpool WIP :DD I wanted to draw him and Logan something nice for valentines but I don’t think I’m gonna have time so Wade’s suffering will have to do…
Got commissioned to draw some samurai/ronin inspired poolverine. Thanks again to my commissioner for allowing me to draw otp for work~! ❤️💛
^ to justify the height difference (or lack thereof) in my original art ^-^ just a silly little bonus :D
Logan’s doing his best to get on Wade’s level (literally), which sometimes involves a handy 11 inch high concrete box. Anything for Wade 🫡
I MEANT TO DO THIS EARLIER BUT MY MEMORY WASNT REMEMBERING D:
“I swear we’ll be alright, Red.”
It’s done!! Kinda scrapped the idea with the boxes because the vibes ended up being different but I do wanna do something else with them soon!
Poolverine have single handedly gotten me drawing regularly again o_o
(Art without the text below the cut because I’m indecisive)
Current WIP!! Feat. Poolverine and the Boxes (white and yellow) ^-^
It’s angst time o_o
18 min doodle bc I remembered a conversation I had with one of my besties about Wade always chabging his eye color so like what if he just regenerated with a diff set of eyes every time he lost them and anyway this exists hi
(Pt. 4!!)
May I offer you some more fanfics of my favourite Canadian murder couple in these trying times?
[don’t leave me tongue tied by markofalover]
[Cradled Idiot by RogueFroggo]
[Rub Your Tired Limbs (And Take It Easy) by sterlingstars]
And a bonus Spideypool fanfic! (I don’t really ship but this fic literally had me sobbing THE PAIN ;-; read for Wade)
[Every Version of You by NotEvenCloseToStraight]
I wanna draw but I’m too tired :(( whyyy
And my embed links are broken for some reason?? They refuse to work ;-; I want to do another fic rec post but I need my embeds-
Been maybe just a little bit obsessed with Puppypool recently ;-;
In like a hybrid au?? I couldn’t decide if Logan would be like a kitty or a wolf or a wolverine so atm he’s just some vague mix of all three :p
Poolverine 12. Writer and editor au
“And how many fucking times have you tried calling this guy?” Logan asked Ellie who looked far too tired for it to only be Monday.
“Three on Thursday, ten on Friday, and so far sixteen today.” He checked his watch, it was only 11am.
“You sure he’s not dead?” The woman shook her head, sitting up straighter as she pulled her computer close. Logan came around to her side, watching as she typed away. A website he knew his daughter used to post memes and ‘shit-posts dad, it’s a hellsite’ came up. She logged in and second later had another account up.
“He’s been blogging all night. Memes, pokemon fanart, some boobs on his private account. This is his main where fans sometimes send questions and he sometimes answers them. That question there.” She pointed to a question. ‘Why don’t you get off your lazy ass and reply to your goddamn editor’. “I asked him that at 2am.
Logan scratched at his scruff as he read the reply. ‘My dear dear Ellie, suck my dick. I’ll send you the next chapter once I’m done.’
“And that’s the only communication he’s given you? When the hell is his book due?” He lent back. Ellie turned in her seat and shook her head at him.
“No. I sent him another question and he made a post about authors needing time to see their babies grow or some shit. That’s the last I heard from him, but he reblogged a cat playing in snow about a minute ago.” She was back on her laptop, refreshing the page. “And some fanart for his series.”
“Hm.” Logan grunted looking over the screen once more. Deadpool, real name Wade Wilson was a handful. That’s how he went through six editors in two years. Ellie was at her wits end and had called in Logan to deal with him. Logan was the editor they called in as a last choice. He wasn’t afraid to barge into an author's house and harass them until they wrote. Charles, the owner of the publishing house, said to him that this guy might be his biggest task yet. “And when is his book due?”
“Next monday. He has a week to get three chapters done, and for me to edit them. Charles wanted it half a month ago.”
“Got it. Pack up your laptop, we are going to give this little prick a visit.”
-
“Hey now, you’re an all star, something something, get paid.” A voice from the otherside of the door that the two editors stood at. Logan clenched his jaw as he knocked on the door. There was silence before a light patter of feet came to the door. Logan stood there with his arms crossed, Ellie just off to the side to not be seen by the author through the peephole.
“Are you the dancer Dopinder got me for my birthday?” Came the voice on the other side of the door. Logan uncrossed his arms, and jutted out a hip.
“Sure thing Bub. Open the door so we can get the party started, darlin’” The door was unlocked and thrown open with such speed it nearly got torn off its hinges. Logan didn’t waste another second, shouldering himself inside with Ellie on his heels.
“What- Oh come on! You got me excited for nothing?” The man whine when he saw the woman enter. “What, did you get me this piece of eye candy in hopes to trade for the next chapter?”
Logan ignored the man as he looked around the room. Pizza boxes, random socks thrown on the floor, the dumbest looking dog he’d ever seen laying beside an open laptop. He moved towards the laptop and opened it up.
“Chapter 23
What the actual fuck do I write here. They all died. The end.”
“Hey, that's private info that’s only supposed to be between me and the Xavier’s publishing house.” Wade had slapped the laptop out of Logan’s hands. It landed on the dog, who gave a disgruntled sniff and layed back down.
“I am a fucking editor. He’s still working on chapter 23, what was the last chapter you got?” Ellie opened up her own laptop and was going through some documents. She looked a little less disheartened when she looked up again.
“20.” Logan grabbed Wade by the shoulder and shoved him down beside the dog. With one hand holding him there, he bent down so they were face to face. He ignored the man’s pretty eyes as he spoke.
“Here is what we are going to do Bub. You are going to give your editor those two chapters, then you and I are going to get the next few out. I don’t care if I have to tie you up and glue your hand’s to the fucking keyboard. You will start writing, and you will not stop until your fingers bleed. You are getting this done, today.” Wade looked from Logan to Ellie.
“Where the hell did you find this guy? He’s going to get my dick hard, not get rid of my writer’s block.” Logan grabbed him, spun him around and pinned him on the floor, sitting on the man’s back.
“I’m the editor they call when authors are being little shits.” Wade moaned into the floor and nodded.
“Yeah, Okay. I can work with this. Sexy mafia boss business. Got a real bad boy air aboutcha ”
“Send me the last two chapters Wade, and I can leave you two to… all this.” She waved a hand at them. Logan sat the computer in front of Wade, still sitting on his back. The man quickly sent the editor the last two chapters. He then opened his own document.
“Chapter 23.
Write here about MC getting his fucking back blown out by some mafia boss-editor person.”
deadpool paper doll ft my mediocre trad art skills and sucky camera
i also forgot something. um. we dont talk about that Ok
Obedient demons, devlish Angels.
Wade is so bad at his job he almost starves to death. And Logan is so bad at his, that he makes sure He dosn't.
Tw: depiction of rejection sensitivity, vauge sex, open/closed relationship dynamics, sick/ill demons, "eating" problems, what the title says.
@nuggetpool-hi
No one:
Wade, rubbing up against Logan like a cat: Plllleeeeaaasseee?? Pretty please? I'm staaarrvvinngg Loagie!
Logan, sitting in a chair reviewing the bible: You just ate yesterday; Wade. You aren't starving...
Wade: Yes, I am! You left me here to go spend the night with kurt so Im hungry! Honest! Please?? I'll be quick! You won't even know im down there-
Logan: Enough! I'm tired of this. Stop. Every time I come back, all you wanna do is have sex and I know you kinda have too but I dont want to! Do you ever think about that? Do you ever stop and wonder if I even want to?!
Wade, backing away, tail tucked: ......i-.. I do all the time...
Logan: Apprently not because I already said no! And you just keep-.....
Wade: *anxiously picking at his nails, head down and clearly ashamed to just exist* ....sorry...
Logan: No... Wait- Wade no... I didnt-
Wade, already crying, streaks of red coming down his neck and cheeks: n-no.. Its okay.. i-I wont ask anymore..
Logan: *sighs* I didn't mean it like that... Im just.. frustrated...
Wade, hurt, tears falling: I-its fine.. really. I Just..y-youre so nice to me when-.. when we do it and..and..
Logan, getting up: *reaches out a hand* No, Wade, I didn't mean to- You dont have to find someone else. Ill do it, Just.. just gimme a second okay?
Wade, shaking his head, backing up: No.. I-i wont ask anymore. It's fine.. dont worry about it..
Logan, watching Wade lay down and curl up on his side of the bed, now feeling terrible: ...so... y-you aren't hungry anymore..? Or.. cause we can! I dont mind Its just... *another sigh* Look. Wade.. I don't want you to be hungry..
Wade, whispering: I'll be okay...
Logan then puts his stuff away, trying to pull Wade close. He's squirming, trying to shy away but Logan forces him to stay in his chest, kissing his forehead and softly apologizing. Wade's bloody face heightens Logans primal angelic insticts, fighting the adrenaline rush of battle to keep his touches gentle, rubbing his back with slit yellow eyes. Being a warrior of the lord was difficult when demon bloods scent alone activated the strong desire to overcome evil, esspecially when the one in your arms isn't evil at all, just forever hungry.
*The next day*
Logan: Waade. Im back! Let me eat real quick and ill feed ya.
Wade: *streatches and yawns* Mmh Nah.
Logan: Nah? But yesterday you were whining about how hungry you were.
Wade: Im not hungry anymore. Got some pathetic sap in the chapel.
Logan:...... you..got someone else?;
Wade, non sarcastically, if anything simply explaining: Yeah. Thought you were getting tired of feeding me so.. you know. Besides. Gotta keep the sinners coming back right? Heh heh."
Logan: .....Yeah.... yeah.. thats fine.. thats.... who was it?
Wade: i...I dont know? Just some guy. Fuck, Angel, If I didnt know any better Id say you're acting.... jealous~"
Logan, biting his tounge: No! I just dont-...nevermind..
Wade: You don't like what?
Logan, thinking, his chest tight: I... I don't like you feeding on others.
Wade, gasping: Really!?
Logan: B-but its not like that!! I-i just mean- what kind of an angel would I be if i let a demon feed on the innocent?
Wade, now giggling: Ohh yeaahh suuuree
Logan, finally coming to lay down: Im serious!! You might accidently drain them too much and then what would that make me? A terrible protector. Thats what.
Wade, now pulling his face close, holding his cheeks lovingly: D'aaaaaww~ Loagie baby dosn't want me sleeping around on him? My big brave strong angel boy wants this demon ass all to himself? Hm??
Logan, blushing: No!! I didn't say that! Im just doing my duty as an angel to protect citizens and-
Wade is smirking: Oh yes, your civil duty of fucking a succubus every day, right? Liks you Sooo dont love my tight ass? Hm? And when I nip your balls or when-
Logan, completly red: ENOUGH! ..S-shut up..
This bickering and banter goes on for a while longer before they end up cuddling and falling asleep in each others arms. Wade feels loved in an emotional sense, it feels much better then the other 'love' he got ealier.
*the next x 7 days*
Logan: Hey Wade. Service ended early today and Kurt has a meeting. So im all yours. What do you w-.... Wade? Are you alright?
Wade, weak, curled up inside of the blanket: ....
Logan: Wade?? Come on, don't trick me. Whats wrong? *puts his hand on his forehead. He has a fever but he's shaking. Or was he just hot cause hes a demon? Either way, hes too warm for Logan's liking.* Do demons get sick?
Wade, clinging to his hand with his own, desperate for attention and affection: .. Please..
Logan: Please what? What do you need?
Wade, whos clamy, breathing uneven, and who is now whimpering: N-nothin... i-im fine.
Logan: Wade... tell me whats wrong.
Wade, shaking his head: N-no...I-i dont want to ask anymore..
Logan, finally getting it, realizing that this last week has been all cuddles. He hasn't fed Wade in an entire week: Come on. Get up, Ill-
Wade, whining as if it hurts to talk: I can't..
Logan, now worrying: Y-you cant get up? Oohh.... fuck wade!! Why didn't you say anything!? When I said I didn't want too at that moment I didn't mean starve yourself to death!! Shit!.. okay.. uhm..
Wade, tearing up, silent and holding his hand, logan is squeezing it: ...Im sorry... i-i didnt want to make you upset...
Logan, panicking: Why didn't you just-?!
Its now Logan remembers telling Wade he isn't allowed to feed on the church goers or clergy anymore. He feels terrible.
Logan: You... you listened.. you obeyed an angel?
Wade, eyes closed, trying to ignore his pain: Only my angel...
Logan, smiling, feeling himself tear up. One drops onto Wade.
Wade, whining because angel tears are holy water: OWCH!! W-whhhy??
Logan: Sorry! Sorry I just.. *wipes eyes* Im going to fix this. I promise. Can I fix it? Please?
Wade: If youre asking consent to fuck me then Yes.
And so Logan does. Connecting their foreheads, their tears softly mixing into a slight diluted sting each time they touched one another, kissing like it was the end of the world, the passion and adjustments Logan had is slow. Tender. And passionate. The kind you only really gave to a loyal lover who you've just returned to. A farmilar feeling of home and satisfaction feeding Wade back to health. They must have fucked at least three times that night because in the morning Wade was springy as ever, like a spring chicken being put into a new pasture, the old tired cock trailing behind just happy that the hen was healthy again.
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