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Greetings, ghouls, vampires, witches, and anyone who accidentally wandered into this journal thinking it was a recipe for chimichangas. It’s me, Deadpool. Back from the land of Wrexham soccer chaos, failed movie sets, and existential dread flavored with tequila. 🍹🧛‍♂️

Let’s catch up, because apparently “being immortal” doesn’t mean “stop having drama.”

1. Coven Life:
First off, shoutout to my coven mistress, xXxRedMoonGoddessxXx, who somehow still loves me despite my habit of spilling blood bags everywhere and making inappropriate jokes during serious ritual discussions. She’s even offering me the position of Forum Master. Me. Deadpool. The guy whose last “leadership role” involved telling chimichangas to behave. Honestly, I’m considering it. Duties probably include:

Judging usernames for maximum gothic effect.

Ensuring nobody sneezes in the ritual room without a dramatic apology.

Occasional interpretive dance representing the sorrow of eternal life.

2. Cadrewolf2 Saga:
Cadrewolf2 is back, y’all. Apparently, divorces, lost emails, and deleted profiles have a way of making you rethink life. Or at least, rethink your username. Mad respect though, because I’ve been bouncing around like a caffeinated ghost, and somehow still manage to log in with grace (mostly).

3. Paranormal Antics:
So, paranormal encounters: I’ve seen ghosts, spirits, and one particularly judgmental squirrel. My advice? Don’t feed them chimichangas they get angry when you take the last bite. Also, I launched a service called Deadpool’s Agony Ant, where I listen to your emotional baggage while sitting in my coffin and eating tacos. It’s very therapeutic. Or terrifying. Depends on your perspective.

4. Movies, TV, and Life Outside VR:
Between pretending to know soccer rules in Wrexham (spoiler: I don’t), filming movies that either love me or hate me, and occasionally getting confused about which side of the fourth wall I’m supposed to be on, life is… busy. And messy. And did I mention messy? But that’s okay, because chaos is my cardio.

5. Miscellaneous Musings:

Blood bags are like energy drinks, but with more drama.

Tequila in a blood bag is chef’s kiss perfection.

Vampires judging you for your mask etiquette is terrifying and motivating all at once.

I may or may not have a small crush on the idea of glitter. Don’t judge.

Final Thoughts:
So yeah, that’s life. Deadpool is alive. Mostly. Slightly hungover. Definitely sarcastic. And eternally ready to judge coven etiquette, eat tacos, or start a spontaneous fight with a ghost over who gets the best coffin spot.

If you read all of this, congratulations. You’ve survived my brain for approximately five minutes. There’s no prize… except eternal admiration, and maybe a chimichanga if you’re nice.

– Deadpool 🌮🖤

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NightmareEchos
02:12 Aug 26 2025

💖 love ya always

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Well butter my buns and call me Twilight Sparkle look who just remembered his Vampire Rave login. 🧛‍♂️

Yeah, yeah, it’s been a while. But in my defense, I’ve been busy. Like, really busy. Between running around Wrexham pretending to know what “offside” means (shoutout to Ryan he still thinks football involves helmets, bless him), filming movies where I can’t decide if I’m a superhero or just an R-rated trickster in red spandex, and, you know, occasionally saving the world… it’s hard to squeeze in quality time with my fellow creatures of the night.

But here I am. Back. And more moisturized than ever. (Do vampires use skincare? Asking for a friend who sparkles.)

Things I’ve missed about VR since my hiatus:

The dramatic profile names that sound like rejected metal bands. (Looking at you, DaRkSoUlOvDaNiGhT_666.)

Journals where people drop cryptic one-liners like “The shadows whisper louder tonight…” (Same, bro. But that’s just my neighbor’s cat in heat.)

Blood bond requests from people who clearly just want me to read their poetry. Which, spoiler, I will. And I’ll rate it a solid “better than Fifty Shades.”

Anyway—this is my “I’m alive. Well… undead-adjacent” check-in. Consider this me breaking through your coffin lids, waving, and then immediately getting distracted by chimichangas.

P.S. If anyone here actually knows soccer rules, DM me. I’ve been winging it in Wales for months, and sooner or later, someone’s going to realize my tactical advice is just yelling “GO SPORTS!” really loud.

Stay dark, stay broody, and remember: Blade still owes me twenty bucks.

– Deadpool 🖤