Mar. 24th, 2013

what_fourth_wall: (Z - Arms behind head)
OOC: Three months late to the party, but here is the Musewrite Table. I've been thinking about it, and I think I'm going to try a project where at least part (if not all) of these will actually be set way in the past, when Deadpool was still on the horizon and he was only Wade Wilson. I want to try for creative backstory.

The Wade Wilson ones will be more serious, because he was not always insane. Becoming Deadpool was what broke him. But what were the cracks that eventually lead to the break that A) Allowed him to access the fourth wall, B) Turned him into a full on sociopath because, most importantly, C) caused him to completely give into a general apathetic "I don't give a fuck, Imma do what I want and just have fun because nothing else matters!". I feel that is a defense mechanism that has allowed him to completely break with a past that is, in some cases, too painful for him to want to dwell on or remember correctly. So yes, some of this will be emo. I'm sorry in advance!

Canonically, Wade Wilson's history is vague, unremembered, and constantly shifting due to retcons and different writers. This is one possible history by one random writer (me) that, due to being fanfiction, is already retconned! Ha! Enjoy!

P.S. I will try to be good about tagging things, but if I suck, just look at the icon for who he is in the drabble. Wade icons will be Wade; Deadpool icons will be Deadpool.

P.P.S. Credit where credit is due...I am taking my cue for how to enact this genre from the awesome and talented [personal profile] hostile_experience. I really like her way of writing these in series.

001.Fast 002.Slow 003.Drink 004.Dark 005.Light
006.Sleep 007.Awake 008.Scent 009.Glass 010.Reflection
011.Food 012.Cold 013.Hot 014.Now 015.Never
016.Fear 017.Laughter 018.Naked 019.Shop 020.Music
021.Alone 022.Crowded 023.New 024.Old 025.Game
026.Run 027.Stay 028.Try 029.Want 030.Sold
031.Bruise 032.Technology 033.Connection 034.Pain 035.Celebrate
036.Discover 037.Gold 038.Silver 039.Slip 040.Luck
041.Cage 042.Scars 043.Last 044.Holiday 045.Strong
046.Water 047.Love 048.Beauty 049.Air 050.Normal
051.Death 052.Lost 053.Found 054.Animal 055.Smile
056.Learn 057.Work 058.Dream 059.Hunt 060.Fire
061.Cook 062.Wait 063.Fight 064.Reconcile 065.Paint
066.Money 067.Desire 068.Wooden 069.Kiss 070.Power
071.Phone 072.Time 073.Sight 074.Color 075.Stage
076.Apology 077.Help 078.Radio 079.Allergy 080.Photos
081.Family 082.Friends 083.Peace 084.War 085.Parent
086.Junk 087.Hobby 088.Art 089.Sex 090.Jewelry
091.Trap 092.Sun 093.Moon 094.Rain 095.Travel
096.Writer's Choice 097.Writer's Choice 098.Writer's Choice 099.Writer's Choice 100.Writer's Choice
what_fourth_wall: (Z - Pout)
Family was a man that told you stories of a war he never fought in and medals he never got. Family was a man that, in his (many) darker moments, felt the need to always remind you that the reason you didn’t have a mom was because you killed her on the way out – whether you asked the question or not. Wade had only asked once, and had been answered a thousand times for it. Was it another lie? Did it matter? Family was a pet you wanted and never got because “You’ll kill that too.” Family was a lie.
what_fourth_wall: (Z - ...Really.)
Derrick Wilson was not a Canadian. His son was, because he had been born there, but he was not. He was an American that had fled the Vietnam draft many years ago. He had been an expatriate then, and his son, following in his footsteps, was now at the ripe old age of thirteen. Deeply conservative and unable to reconcile that with his lack of patriotism, he had a dozen stories of his time as a war hero in ‘Nam. Not even his son believed them any more, and he was the only one who ever had. But Derrick believed.
what_fourth_wall: (Z - Not buying it)
For all his faults, Derrick was not a physically abusive man. Verbally, yes. But not physically. It wasn’t because he was a good person; it was because he was too weak of a person. Too afraid. But he did hit Wade once, the very first, and only, time Wade every suggested his war stories were lies. Wade crumpled to the ground. But he got back up. He hit back. And his dad beat the shit out of him, but it wasn’t a clean fight. Both walked away with many, many bruises. Wade’s bruises would heal. His father’s most likely wouldn’t.
what_fourth_wall: (Z - serious)
Wade stared at fading bruises in the mirror. At twelve, he had realized that his father was no war hero. At thirteen, he had called Derrick on it. And at thirteen, he had learned that his father believed his own fantasies so much that he would hurt his own son to protect those lies. His world was that fragile. The truth would break him.

He resolved something right then. The boy would not become the father. He would never lose himself in his own fantasies. No matter how bad it got.

It was not a promise that he would keep.
what_fourth_wall: (Z - Jacket Cool)
“Here.” Wade set a bottle of good Scotch down in front of Derrick.

“Thanks.” Derrick opened it and poured. There were no questions about where it had come from or how Wade had gotten it.

“Tell me a story. About ‘Nam.”

The man looked at the boy, already more a man than the father. For a few seconds, he appraised him. Then he nodded. No smile – just a nod. What he did do was pour Wade his first drink and shove it over to him. Then he began the story of the time he earned his Purple Heart. Wade listened.

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