Alright here we go I just asked @anarchetypal about this because I am on a Spree™ but I need your take on shithead Ryan. I'm pretty sure you've done this before but I've read all of your everything and I need m o r e
Not sure if you meant just generally or you actually wanted something specific but here we go~
Listen, any one of the Fakes would tell you Ryan’s mask is less about hiding his identity than it is about hiding the fact that he is nearly always laughing. It didn’t take him long to realise that with his reputation literally anything he does will be interpreted as threatening and even the most innocuous activities are treated as utterly unnerving. If people knew just how often Ryan was flat out messing with them there wouldn’t be nearly so many desperately worried discussions trying to unravel what depravity the Vagabond is getting up to with a bucket of paint and a dust-buster.
While most of the others find accompanying Gavin as the muscle in a meeting somewhat monotonous and dry (there are exceptions of course, the contacts that Gavin plays ridiculous roles for, or the meetings that go south and kick off, but for the most part its a bit of posturing and trying not to tune out while Gavin does his thing) Ryan always has a ball. Ryan is just about the only Fake who could give Gavin a run for his money in regards to a flare for the unnecessarily dramatic, so when the two of them head off together they invariably go well and truely overboard. Whoever the pair meet with, no matter how well they’ve done their job or how many positive interactions they’ve previously had with Gavin alone will spend the entirety of their meeting tracking Ryan’s movements around the room, absolutely sure they’re about to die.
After watching a few too many episodes of Brooklyn Nine-nine Ryan picks up the habit of making the occasional outrageously out of character confession just to watch people squirm with the realisation that no one will ever believe them if they tell. After all the unspeakable horrors Los Santos has witnessed from the Vagabond none are prepared to entertain for a single moment the possibility that he might also enjoy the Spice Girls, cry in Disney movies or hula-hoop at a competitive level.
Any time the Fake’s accept a new member Ryan tends to silently shadow them everywhere they go for a couple of weeks in full Vagabond get up. Everyone assumes, quite reasonably and with no small amount of blind terror, that the Vagabond is protective, distrustful, and all too eagerly awaiting the chance to kill them off at the first sign of a slip up. In reality Ryan knows just how vetted anyone has to be before Geoff will let them into the family, and just really enjoys toying with their emotions while he can.
There’s a narrow window towards the back of the LSPD bullpen - a little unorthodox but the glass is thick and one-way tinted so security isn’t really a problem. What is a problem is the fact that every now and then a member of the force will swear up and down that they saw the Vagabond’s awful skull standing there leering at them through the glass.
Ryan found out, through pure accident, that leaving his mask balanced atop of his hanging jacket is a surefire way to terrify Geoff in the middle of the night. Before it really sinks in he is woken on three seperate occasions by that all-too distinctive shriek; the first incident had the whole crew running guns drawn, the second was met with endless mockery and by the third Ryan just lays in bed, listening to the others thundering into the hallway, and grins. From that point on Ryan just gets more creative about where he leaves his spectre self; the bathroom, the pantry, and on one memorable occasion, suspended right outside Geoff’s door.
Y’know, it’s been 6 years and I still feel a huge opportunity was missed when Neville said “you and whose army?” and none of the snatchers replied with “You-Know-Who” I know it’s a war but you’re telling me there’s not one cheeky git out there? suspicious
meeting misha was definitely intimidating the first time... but tbh jensen still scares the ever loving shit out of me every. time.
I totally get that, I do. Jensen is a big broad wall of Man, very professional. He’s also like….. objectively hotter than Misha in a traditional sense. It’s awesome up close. He IS super intimidating the first time.
HOWEVER, I think they’re very different. I’m not very intimidated by Misha physically. He’s goofy and kind of awkward to be honest. But here’s the thing: Misha is unpredictable. I never know what he’s going to say or what he’s going to do in close proximity. He gets way up in your personal space and is more likely (in my admittedly limited experience) to ask you questions or to chat with you or change up your pose in photos (case in point: tiny hand) than Jensen is - Jared is another story. I was thrown off a few times by Misha “going off script” in person and it made me extra nervous every subsequent time I had to see him.
TL;DR: Jensen’s a big scary god that will melt my face off if I get too close and Misha’s a loose cannon that I literally cannot rehearse for.
I find it funny how Jaehwan's other name is Mario but the other team he was up against for Sorry Sorry was named "Super Mario" 😂 bc it sounds like he was competing against himself in a way
Okay.. listen… ever since Jaehwan’s Mario name came to light, I’ve been doing some deep thinking and I’m convinced the show has shown a repeated leitmotif regarding Jaehwan. Strap yourselves in lads (and lasses, and everyone in between), we’re gonna don our tin foil hats and delve into what I’m calling… The Mario Conspiracy.
Our story begins in Episode 4 with the creation of the oft forgotten, but just as talented Sorry Sorry Team 1 which consisted of
Kim Namhyung, Jo Yonggeun, Kwon Hyeop, Choi Dongha, Yoo Seonho, and Ha Minho. 6 members. Remember that number. They decided to name their team Super Mario as a (cute) play on the name Super Junior. But wait, let’s expand on this. Why did they chose Mario? Sure, we can say they chose it because it’s a popular video game character with the word Super in it- but they could have gone with Super Saiyan or the word Superhero. Why Mario?
Let’s fast forward to the training scenes of Sorry Sorry Team 2 (or Mianhaeng)- in one scene where Ong is being his usual funny self with the rest of the team, who do we see sitting by the wall watching?
That’s right- sitting between Jaehwan and Hyunbin is Seonho. What if I told you, Seonho learned Jaehwan’s English name when both groups trained in the same room. Very likely given Seonho’s irresistible cuteness that makes you want to give him the world (source: me). My theory is that Seonho learned Jaehwan’s name and then told his team about it so they named their team Super Mario as a playful jab at Jaewhan (the true Mario) implying that Seonho’s team is better (the super version of Jaewhan). But is this jab really playful?
Now, you might be thinking I’m insane and you’re probably right lbr. But now let’s look at something else. Guanlin’s lyrics in his Fear rap included the part “I’m not a character like Mario, I’m just me”. There it is again, “Mario”. We know Guanlin and Seonho are close so it’s feasible that Seonho told Guanlin about Jaehwan’s name and Guanlin - who we know is self aware- decided to incorporate that into his rap. Let’s break down the lyrics. “I’m not a character”- this is fascinating because it implies that Guanlin has seen through Jaehwan’s facade of being reasonable and practical- lest we forget, he face palmed at the thought of training with Hyunbin for Dounpour. He could have left it at that, but no, Guanlin furthers the allusion to Jaehwan with the words “like Mario”. But why did he choose Mario? Could it be that Seonho had figured out Jaehwan’s true personality (crazy) and told Guanlin about it? Or is Guanlin using Mario to allude to something bigger than this. Perhaps by “Mario” Guanlin was showing us yet again that he is self-aware. He’s not “Mario”- and the only Mario on the show is Jaehwan- so Guanlin is saying he’s not Jaehwan. Jaehwan is a great vocalist so Guanlin is implying that he knows he’s (Guanlin) not a great vocalist. By using the “Mario” nod, he’s telling the audience that he recognizes that he doesn’t have the same level of talent as Jaehwan. Then he continues “I’m just me” meaning he’s just himself, just doing his best.
There it is. Beautiful world play with hidden allusions. Guanlin has been a true master of prose this entire time and he did it while also calling out Jaehwan for acting so sensible when he’s really hiding an inner crazy person which the audience only learned later during the lipstick cut. But why did he even call out Jaehwan in the first place by calling out his facade as a “character”? Perhaps Jaehwan is the main character of Mnets story. Perhaps Mnet has been pushing Jaehwan this entire time and Guanlin knew this so we was trying to discretely tell the audience by using Jaehwan’s other name.
Now what about Seonho? His name has 6 letters, his team had 6 members, but why is this important? Let’s look at Jaehwan’s name- 6 letters that we can hear (the h is silent). H is also the 8th letter of the alphabet, which is 1 more letter than Jaehwan’s name and 2 more letters than Seonho’s name. 1 + 2 is 3. If we add the silent H back to that count we get 4. Jaehwan’s final rank.
There you go. Mnet knew Jaehwan’s rank from the start and the cube trainees were trying their hardest to reveal this to the audience. That’s why Sorry Sorry Team 1 called themsleves Super Mario. That’s why Guanlin called out Jaehwan in his rap. Did Mnet know they were up to this? Sources (i.e. me) say yes. This is the true reason Guanlin’s rank fell. Mnet has been in cahoots with Jaehwan this entire time.
[this is where the X files theme would play if this was a crappily edited youtube video and not just crappy writing]
When has Jensen ever unnecessarily touched misha? I think it's always misha doing the unnecessary touching lol
I ship Cockles like I’m floating a boat in the ocean itself, so I can’t say this post will be entirely objective (it’s really not at all). there is, however, some input from my mother, who absolutely does not ship the thing.
short answer to your question: Jensen touches Misha unnecessarily all the time.
let me start by providing examples from convention photo ops: here! or here!
Mr “I drape myself over you as a testament to my cuddly blanket-like affection” Ackles
the point is, while it’s true that Misha touches Jensen A LOT, Jensen also touches Misha A LOT. between the two of them they average out touching each other A HELLUVA LOT. Jensen’s touches tend to be “accidental” or “I swear I had a purpose with this” most of the time, or he attempts to hide them or make them look jokey, whereas Misha doesn’t conceal that he touches Jensen to reassure him or comfort him or to provoke him. Jensen doesn’t seem to know what he’s doing other than “I must touch him any way I can”.
and he goes out of his way to do it, too. he’ll reach over extraordinary distances just to make a tiny bit of contact, or change direction on the stage, or align himself in exactly the right way so he can put his hands on Misha while a fan is between them. it’s quite impressive the effort he puts into it, really. or maybe it’s effortless. maybe it’s natural for him and he doesn’t even think about it - which makes the fact he does it so often even more interesting.
my mother is determined to sink the good ship Cockles, and assures me that Jensen only touches Misha so much because he’s shy and nervous and he needs security.
well, not to disappoint her or anything, but that is a perfectly valid reason to touch someone. if Jensen’s touching Misha for security… goddamn, that’s adorable.
and calling them security-related touches doesn’t negate the fact that Jensen touches Misha practically all the time if he can get away with it.
I also think they’re slightly possessive touches, particularly in the photo ops, and with the face-stroking. Misha gives himself to other people a lot, he kind of throws his soul at them sometimes, so Jensen does he best to ground him, and grounds himself while he’s at it.
Jensen said at jibcon that he used to hold himself back from fans and not let the love in - and I think these touches are a way to remind both Misha and himself that “we have to stick together and hold tight so we don’t lose ourselves to this friendly but scary, slightly invasive bunch of people”.
what’s classified as a “necessary” touch, though? looking at these images, I’d say the majority of touches outside of the photo ops are not specifically meant to be comforting, reassuring, life-affirming, used to help, aid or abet in any way, nor are they obviously for Misha’s benefit. it rather seems as though Jensen touches Misha just because he likes it and he can.
does that make them necessary? …well, Jensen seems to think so.
A/N - This was completely Taw @supersoldierslover idea . Thank you so much . You know I love you .And I am so fucking happy that you liked it . If any warnings should be added pls send me an ask . I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.
[ insert Steve and Bucky image , since my stupid wifi wasn’t uploading a pic]
Walking around the tower , eating biscuits , listening to
music , talking to few of the agents , you spend the last hour waiting for
Bucky to come back from the meeting .
2 WEEKS . Two weeks since Bucky and Steve were sent on
different missions . Two weeks since you had seen either of them . Two weeks
since you had touched yourself . Two weeks since you were properly fucked . Two
weeks filled with burning desire to be filled , and to orgasm . But you still
remember the last words uttered by your boyfriends before leaving for their
“No touching . Okay baby doll . Behave and you will be
There was no way they’d know if you did pleasure yourself ,
but you wanted to behave . You knew if you refrained until the time they came ,
you’d cum harder than ever .
But now Bucky was back home in the tower , but you couldn’t
do anything . The meeting was sure to last another hour . So you decided to
have a little fun of yours .
You went back to the room , put on your sexy matching
lingerie that you knew both of them liked .
It was pink in colour . They liked it because you looks sexy
and innocent at the same time.
You stood in front of
the mirror admiring the way it looked .Picking up the phone in your left hand ,
your right hand under your panties , you clicked a picture and send it to the
group chat that you guys created for the three of you . A little teasing
wouldn’t hurt .
So I have this headcanon that the Gryffindor Quidditch team always throws stuff at one another.
It started out as a way Charlie meant to improve Wood’s reflexes, on and off the pitch, which Oliver then continued on with when he became captain. His Keeper potential was first spotted, after all, when McGonagall slipped on some slime Peeves had left behind, dropping the tower of books she was carrying in her arms, which were saved by an eleven-year-old Oliver Wood, who slid the length of the slippery corridor on his stomach Superman-style just to catch the books before they landed in the slime. From then on, even snowball fights are serious business.
Naturally, Fred and George would be tricking the others by pretending to throw a practice ball one way but then throwing in another. They notice Wood never misses these saves. Then one day, at breakfast, Fred throws a salt shaker at Wood and he catches it without glancing up from his plate. Pretty soon, it becomes a challenge to see “What won’t Wood catch?” and it eventually extends to the whole team in all directions. It becomes a sort of in-joke. They regularly throw ink bottles, books, food, Percy’s prefect badge, dungbombs, potions, pets, Ron, at each other just to keep their reflexes up. It is no surprise when Katie goes as far as throwing things at Peeves in Order of the Phoenix now, is it?
It goes beyond the pitch, but more than that, it goes beyond Hogwarts. When Oliver visits Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes the first time, it’s no accident that no less than twenty-seven pygmy puffs just happen to be zooming his way from odd directions.
At some point, it turns a tad sinister, mostly as payback for all the early morning practices. When Wood misses out on Angelina’s birthday because of a match, he is woken by room service at 2 am, just to find himself face to face with a Muggle tennis ball machine. He finds himself delievered random balls by waiters, owls, confused Muggle postmen. A while later, he peels an orange and finds not delicious fruit but another wretched tennis ball inside, with newspaper cutout letters spelling “Constant Vigilance” on it.
He becomes paranoid, it’s like a slap bet he never signed up for. He can’t get an ice cream that doesn’t turn into a tennis ball in a cone by the time he walks out of Florean’s. He tries to flee but to no avail. Years and years later, when Percy is Head of Transportation, George asks him for permission to turn a tennis ball into a Portkey. “How many people will be transported?” he asks. “None”, George replies simply. Before long, Oliver is found by a random ball materializing in thin air fifty feet above him while he is in the middle of nowhere on holiday. Just when he thought they had grown out of it, there it is, zooming at him once again, like that salt shaker Fred had thrown him when they were kids.
What are your favorite things to argue about Steven Universe?
Bismuth being right.
Relying on an oppressor’s capacity for compassion has never worked.
But if Rebecca wants to say it does & paint a classist authoritarian regime in a sympathetic light thats her business. 👀
Kenna pulled over on the shoulder somewhere more dust than sidewalk. She killed the ignition and half-leaned, half-crawled into the back seat to stare at Roy’s screen. Elliott and Alex had both abandoned their sulks to look too, which totaled three enormous people craning into his space, reading and rereading Laura’s message over his shoulder.
“What does that mean, rescue will be complete by dawn?” said Kenna, jabbing a claw at the phrase in question.
“Before sunrise,” Roy rephrased, unsure if that was what she was really asking, but unable to understand anything more complex about it himself. His voice sounded flat and distant even to him.
“Did something happen?” demanded Elliott.
Kenna withdrew to the front to fiddle with her own comp for a moment. "Nothing in the news,” she reported.
Roy sank slowly in his seat and let the conversation flow over his head.
Oh hey, thanks @dailydogdiscourse! I’ve been meaning to draw Kukui too, and your avatar reminded me of how much I wanted to see him with a big ol’ belly <3 I’m not sure I would’ve ever gotten around to doing this art if it hadn’t been for the time you took to reply to this piece. So I hope you especially enjoy my take on how Kukui likes a hands-on approach to researching Pokemon~
Aside from Sara, who in the dctv universe do you think len would be attracted to/consider pursuing something with?
That’s really hard to say?
And attraction is very different from genuinely considering pursuing something. Who he’s attracted to could be any number of characters and we’d never really know, because most people don’t act on every (or even most) passing attraction(s)?
So I’m approaching this from the angle of “who would he genuinely consider pursuing or try to pursue” and my answer is coming up pretty short (sticking to canon, that is, because I can ship a lot in fandom).
Because with Sara, a few preconditions (after basic attraction) were also met? She’s single, she’s a badass who can hold her own in a fight, she’s more morally grey than most of the heroes he’s met so far, and she has her own checkered past and demons that she wrestles with. They’re working together closely and he knows he can trust her to have his back and that she has a huge loyalty to all of the team. She demonstrates (in S1) great emotional insight into others and cuts right through (his) bullshit but she’s typically non-judgemental about it. She doesn’t try to change him but she does expect him to be authentic and a better version of himself.
Aside from shipping coldwave (which I think is super canon-plausible), I can’t really see him pursuing anyone else on the Legends voyage. Jax is too young and too much like a younger brother (or son, given their ages…), Stein is married and their personalities would clash, Len and Rip are too at odds and Len doesn’t trust him, same with Ray tbh?, and Kendra seems pretty uninterested in Len and Mick and sees them as the dangerous criminals on the team. I think Len would find her too sweet for him? And he’d fine Nate too frustrating/annoying.
Of all the Legends, I can see him maybe having a thing for Amaya, to be honest, once he got to know her. Once she showed her (moral) flexibility a bit and they found a way to joke with each other. But I think he’d find her a bit strict? And maybe not easy to connect with or open up to.
For Arrow…it would be hard to me to see him with any of the Arrow ladies. Thea is too young and he would not at all be her type. Felicity is too… earnest? And would need more from him emotionally than he’s ready to give. Laurel comes the closest, but her moral compass and her being a DA make me think they might not actually get along much.
For the men… haha, I can’t decide if it would work perfect or be a complete and utter trainwreck to have him and Oliver together. I feel like they are too similar in certain regards, which would leave them often at odds and in competition. And by another token, Oliver has done a lot of killing (low-level) criminals and I think Len would see him as a deadly agent of justice and it would take a while to get around that reputation. And Digg wouldn’t put up with Len’s shit in the slightest (plus Digg is [was?] with Lyla) so… idk.
Which leaves us with Flash characters. Caitlin is an immediate ‘no’ because she wouldn’t be attracted to a guy like him at all. She likes guys who work out and who compliment and spoil her a little, guys that make her feel safe and protected and talk softly to her and she wouldn’t be comfortable with Len and his coldness. (And yes I ship her and Mick…). Iris seems unlikely because she was pretty scathing of him, and she needs honesty in a relationship, like a lot (with Eddie and now with Barry) and I don’t see that as something Len could really provide her with, and he’d be exhausted even trying to. I can see her lecturing him a lot and him not having any of it.
I can see Len being compatible with either Barry or Cisco though, to be honest. Not that he’d ever genuinely pursue anything with either of them, based on canon. Barry is his enemy, but he’s got most of the same checklist as Sara does: badass, surprisingly morally grey and has plenty of personal demons, has worked with Len and can see through and cut through his bullshit but does so while having rapport instead of being preachy. With Cisco… Len’s straight up admitted he likes Cisco, and he loved the alias Cisco gave him. Cisco is badass, clever, gorgeous, and has his own moral greys that crop up sometimes. He’s also funny and I think Len would really enjoy having him around. I can’t say if it would ever end up in flirting and romance territory, but I can just see them hitting it off.
But yeah, sorry dude, if we’re sticking hard to canon, the answer is pretty much that he wouldn’t genuinely try to pursue any of them (except Mick, who is already his husband).
Summary: The reader is sent to assassinate Deadpool
You’d been staking him out for about two weeks now. He was
strange to say the least. You’d been watching him from the building across from
his apartment which was pretty goddamn grotesque but so was the rat infested
shithole you’d been staying in. Luckily he spent most of his time on jobs or
doing weird shit in alleys with the local feral cats. You’d been hired by your
usual client Mr. Jackson though you were one hundred percent sure that wasn’t
his real name you couldn’t be bothered to care. You always delivered and so did
Currently, Deadpool was making dinner but was just throwing
the entire pot of wet spaghetti at the wall, you sighed. This is how it’d been,
you watching him, you got his schedule down for the most part and tonight was
the night. You didn’t grow attached to your hits, but you had to admit you were
kind of fond of the fucker. He wasn’t a hero but he wasn’t a villain either,
you heard he was an annoying dick but he didn’t seem that bad. He was much
better than the two men you had to work with.
You grabbed your walkie talkie from the table next to you,
“Are you in position Jones?” You said, already rolling your eyes at the
“What the hell do you think I’m sitting on
this roof for the past six hours to jerk it into the wind?” He said back,
laughing at his own joke.
You didn’t respond, “Bennet?” you ask.
“Yeah I’m just jerking off next to Jones.” He chuckled.
“Dude what the hell.” Jones said.
“What?” Bennet replied, confused by his own idiocy.
“Move in.” You command as you grab your bag, pretending like
you don’t hear theie comments about how they don’t take orders from you.
Bennet follows behind you as you signal for three, but
Bennet breaks in on two.
You huff and grind your teeth down to stop yourself from
putting one in him.
“What the fu-” Deadpool shoots up. “Well I have to say I
wasn’t expecting guests, excuse the mess.” He pulled out a gun from his couch
cushions and began shooting at you and Bennet.
You ducked behind a counter and yelled over the com at Jones
“Take the shot Jones!”
You waited for a reply but none came “Jones!” You yelled
again over the gunfire
“Sorry (y/n)” Bennet said with a half-smile as he turned to
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you saw him reach
for his gun and point it at you.
“Bennet what are you doing?” You crawl back, hitting your
back against the cabinet.
“You’re the target. Mr. Jackson’s orders.” He cocked his gun
as you moved quickly to run.
“Hey! It’s only fun if you play along!” Deadpool said in a
child-like voice as he came around the corner. “Oh.” He said as you ran past
him, ducking behind a beaten to hell lazy boy chair.
Then you heard shots break through the windows, tearing
bullet holes through the chair and floor around you. It was Jones shooting at
you from the roof. That son of a bitch.
“You know it’s pretty rude to come to someone’s home and
treat them like they’re not even there!” Deadpool said with a huff as he
plopped down, on a chair with three legs in the corner of the room.
You pepped your head from around the couch and shot at
Bennet who was ducking up and down from the counter. “Bennet you son of a
bitch! Come out and face me!” You yelled.
He emerged from the counter, he was an idiot but he was a
good shot and you’d have to get his gun away if you wanted to survive and you
sure as hell wanted to survive so you could kill Mr. Jackson.
“Hey, what’s going on? You want to get out of here an grab a
bite there a great Mexican place-” You turn to see Deadpool crouched next to
you, face inches away from yours, you jump and elbow him in the face, knocking
him on his ass. “Hey what the hell?! Okay fine! We can get Thai!” He said as he
rubbed his nose.
“Not now!” You yell back, rolling from behind the chair to
the couch, flipping it over and firing another shot, hitting Bennet in the
“Hey, I get this may be a bad time but I’m just saying they
have like 4.5 stars on Yelp and-” Deadpool was at your side again.
You look at him in confusion and frustration and he tilts
his head as a reply. “Okay, you’re right. I’ll be back.” He leaned in closer to
your face as you moved back instinctively “I have another gun under the coffee
table.” He whispered in a heavy handed seductive voice as he then nodded to himself
and he ran out of the apartment.
You pushed away the interaction and focused again as bennet
started shooting through the couch, barely missing you.
You roll out and fire again, hitting him in the ankle as he
fell to the floor, grabbing his knife and throwing it at you, hitting you in
the shoulder you cried out as you closed the distance, jumping on top of him
and landing blow after blow to his face, digging in your knees to his arms so
he couldn’t move.
“Why?! Why does Jackson want me dead?!” You lift him up by
the shirt, starring at his eyes that are now swelling and bloody.
“You know how it works (y/n). We’re all disposable. Your
time was up.” His voice made your stomach twist. You never liked him but you
knew his words were true.
You got off him as he coughed up blood and groaned, not
daring to get up as he knew that you were far from done.
“I got this one!” Deadpool said as he ran in the room,
throwing Jones to the floor who looked to be knocked out. “Whew!” He said as he
wiped away imaginary sweat from his masked forehead. “Now I think we deserve
same food after that.”
“You’re kidding right?” You ask genuinely confused
“You like Mexican right? You always go to that burrito place
down the street.” He said
“Wh-” you started
“You thought I didn’t notice you all stalking me? I mean, I
truly was flattered but the anticipation was killer.” He starred at you as you
tried to recall the feeling of being watched but you couldn’t.
“Don’t hurt yourself.” He said, moving around the men to the
“I have to go.” You said moving towards the door,
“So soon?” You heard deadpool say as a shot followed, you
half ducked down as you turned around.
“Jesus Christ!” You let slip out in surprise as blood
exploded from Bennet’s head as Wade held the gun over him.
You watched as he shot Jones’ kneecap as he screamed in
pain. Deadpool dropped down, grinding his knee into Jones’ knee, “Hey buddy,
beautiful night isn’t it? Me and my dear friend (y/n) were hoping for a nice
night out on the town. Look at some nice street lamps, throw pennies at people
wearing sunglasses, you know what I mean. But before we can do that we have to
visit a Mr. Jackson so we can kill him game of thrones style. Do you know where
we might find him?” He nearly growled the last part as he dug in his knee
harder as Jones screamed.
“I-I-” He began to lie.
“Sorry what?” Deadpool moved his head closer.
“He’s at his office! He’s at his office! At the pier!” He
screamed, wriggling under Deadpool.
“K thanks.” He stood up as Jones breathed in relief deadpool
pulled his gun and shot him in the head.
You didn’t look away.
“Shall we?” Deadpool said, offering his arm.
You scoffed but it came out as more of a laugh as you walked
past him and down to the car that was supposed to be for the three of you.
“Shotgun!” Wade yelled as he raced against no one.
You had no idea what the hell you were thinking but maybe
that was for the best.
whoops I guess I don’t have an art tag on this blog! that’s because I only post my art here and don’t reblog. (i RT a ton at twitter instead) ^^;; But all the art i’ve posted on this blog should still pop up if you click on the overwatch tag~
tbh i didn’t plan on this being an overwatch-only art blog at all. _(:3」∠)_ i didn’t even think i was gonna like playing overwatch…or become a Tracer main! i didn’t plan on drawing a ton of widowtracer either?? i followed my feels and it just sorta HAPPENED?? i was caught in a whirlwind and i suddenly found myself in this fandom… ^^;; /robo is still shocked by everything that’s happened but is also really grateful for OW
i’m not sure if this is always gonna be an overwatch-only art blog. i might post fanart of other series or original art here eventually..? (maybe..?) but i’m really inspired by OW at the moment. ^^ Overwatch makes me very happy rn and i wanna make drawings inspired by it that others enjoy too. :’) there’s a lot to explore about overwatch’s universe and the game’s lore is probably gonna keep going for years so..ill probably keep drawing more overwatch!
unless i somehow wind up working at Blizz? pfftt lol yeah right in yer dreams robo…ill probably end up in Blizz’s jail for drawing very spicy widowtracer TTuTT
So I found myself reading some soulmate AU’s and I had this idea for one that nobody asked for. Well here it is anyway. For your reading pleasure.
Soulmate AU where whatever they write on their arms, appears on their soulmate’s. What happens when Marinette becomes convinced that her soulmate is gone for good? Part ½ Rating: G+? Idk, it’s kinda angsty
When Marinette was four years old, drawings started
appearing on her arms. At first they frightened her, but her mamma assured her
that they were only drawings from her soulmate. Whatever he wrote or drew on
his arms would appear on hers and vice versa. After that, she always carried
around a marker and would tell her soul mate stories on her arms. She drew him
flowers, cakes from her parent’s bakery, the funny dog she saw outside her
window, anything she could think of to show him. He wrote back in music notes
and cats and silly stick figures. She insisted she learn to read and write so
that she could really talk to him. Together they practiced their ABC’s and eventually
held conversations. They couldn’t tell each other their names on their arms,
but that was ok. He was her boy, and she was his girl. Their arms were never
without ink for years to come.
When Marinette turned six, she decided she wanted to really talk to her boy. So she asked her
mom if she could call him. She looked a little surprised, but said that if his
mamma would give him the phone number she would call him for her. It wasn’t
long after that, that neat and unfamiliar handwriting appeared on her arm. She
showed it to her mamma and she dialed the phone for her and let her have it.
When a lady picked up, she cleared her throat and spoke in her most adult
“Hello, I need to talk to my boy.”
“Alright, here he is.” Marinette waited impatiently while
the phone was handed off.
They talked for hours. They could finally say whatever they
wanted, and it was much faster than writing it down. While they talked they
drew each other pictures. It was only the first of many conversations.
They were eight before they told each other their names.
“Marinette is a princess name! It’s pretty and magical just
“If Marinette is a princess name then you have to be my
knight. Knight Adrien.”
“Together we save all of France from an evil sorcerer who
enslaves people to make them fight us and try and capture our magic! Knight
Adrien and Princess Marinette to the rescue!”
“I think you mean Princess Marinette and Knight Adrien. I,
obviously, am the more powerful one.”
“Well duh! You’re not royalty for
nothing! I am but your humble sidekick.”
“Nonsense, we’re partners. What’s
a princess without her knight?”
“And what’s a knight without his
“I love you, my princess.”
“I love you too, my knight.”
For years, these daily phone
calls were enough for them. They told each other everything. They made up
stories of their adventures together. Marinette and Adrien, best friends,
When they were eleven, Adrien’s
mom started getting sick. He wouldn’t tell her much about it, but she knew he
was worried. She got worse and worse, until one day Marinette called, and an
unfamiliar voice answered the phone.
“I need to talk to my boy.”
“He isn’t here,” the man responded,
and hung up.
When she tried calling back no
one answered. She tried writing messages on her arms, but he never responded.
Marinette grew desperate. She called multiple times a day and covered her arms
in flowers and words, anything to try and get him to respond. But he never did.
Finally, after a week, whenever she called the number she had long sense
memorized, the line was disconnected. She cried for a week and refused to come
out of her room. She wrote on her arms hoping for a reply, but none ever came. Finally
she wrote just one sentence.
Just tell me if you’re alive.
No reply came, and Marinette
promised never to write on her arms again.
The next morning, she came down
stairs with her arms scrubbed clean, and for the first time since she was
small, there was no trace of ink anywhere.
“Hey, princess, what happened to
your drawings?” her papa asked.
“I’m not a princess anymore. I
can’t be a princess when my knight is dead.”
Her parents never brought it up again.
Every year on Adrien’s birthday,
Marinette broke her promise. She would draw only one thing. It was a black cat
cuddling a ladybug, his favorite animal and hers, with the words a Princess and
her Knight surrounding it. She never expected a response, and she never got
one, but it was her way of remembering the soulmate she never met.
School was harder after that. All
her classmates had soulmates who drew them pictures, and eventually some of
them met them. She watched her classmates fall in love with their soulmates and
send them messages, and ached at the loss of hers. She took to wearing long
sleeves, even when it was warm. She never told them what happened to hers. She
let them assume what they wanted. Some thought they were fighting. Some thought
she was one of the rare few born without one. Chloe was a member of the latter
group. It all came to a head when she was fourteen.
“Poor little Marinette. I guess
even fate is choosey when it comes doling out soulmates.” Most days, Marinette
was good at drowning her out. But that day was his birthday. Her traditional drawing
already marred her wrist. “Who would want to be your soulmate? Even if you had one I would bet he would be the
scummiest, the most disgusting-“
“He was wonderful!” Marinette
screamed. She marched over to Chloe, poking her in the chest. “He was kind, and
creative, and funny! He played piano, and he liked cats. He had blonde hair and
green eyes, and he loved me!” She could feel tears threatening to overflow as
she screamed at Chloe. “And now he’s dead! He died Chloe! I will never meet him!” She could see the horror
growing in Chloe’s face, but she had put up with her for too long to stop now. “He
died, and now I have to sit here and listen to you disgrace him. I have to
listen to you try and sully what few memories I have of him with your lies. I
have had enough! Don’t you think I have suffered enough?” At this, Marinette
seemed to collapse in on herself. For the first time, she noticed that the
entire school was watching. They were dead silent, hanging on her every word.
She felt heavy as her tears finally dripped down her cheeks. She looked back up
at Chloe, hugging her arms. Chloe was looking on with horror frozen on her
face. It would seem even she had a since of decency. Finally, she whispered to
Chloe, “Haven’t I suffered enough?” and fled the school. Tears blurred her eyes
as she ran. On her way down out, she bumped into a blonde boy she could barely
see through her tears.
“Are you ok? Can I-“
“Please don’t touch me.”
Marinette choked out and continued on her way out. Once home she locked herself
into her room. She refused to come out the rest of the day.
The next day at school, four
things happened. First, Chloe avoided her. She wouldn’t look at her or sit near
her or talk to her. This suited Marinette just fine.
Second, two new kids were
introduced to the class. Marinette was studiously avoiding looking at anyone
and was doodling in her sketchbook, so she missed their names. It wasn’t until the
girl sat down next to her, that she looked up.
“Hi, I’m Alya, what’s your name?”
“Well, Marinette, we’re going to
be best friends.” Marinette could feel a smile tugging at her lips as class
Third, Ivan turned into a rock
monster. Like literally made of rocks. The crazy new girl went running after
him yelling about super heroes, and Marinette ran home.
Fourth, Marinette became Ladybug.
When she got home, she found a weird box with earrings inside, and a magic
talking bug that turned her into a spandex wearing superhero named Ladybug. It’s
safe to say the Marinette’s life was never same.
She gradually grew accustomed to
her new role and her partner, Chat Noir. They learned to work together and
managed to do a decent job of keeping the city safe. She enjoyed having a
purpose, even if her partner was a little ridiculous.
Marinette was not very involved
in school after her fight with Chloe. Chloe no longer bullied her, but much of
her class looked at her with pity. She couldn’t stand it. She eventually
discovered that the other new kid’s name was Adrien. Looking at him was a like
a punch in the gut. Blonde hair, green eyes, named Adrien. If it weren’t for
his subdued and reserved attitude, he could have been her Adrien. She tended to avoid him if only to save herself the
pain of digging up old memories. Someone must have clued him in as to why,
because he left her alone. She caught him looking at her sometimes, but he
never forced a conversation with her.
A year later found her at fifteen
celebrating Adrien’s birthday alone. Alya caught her drawing on her wrist
before class started.
“What are you doing? I never see
you writing on your arms.” She couldn’t see Adrien perk up in front of her and
decided to answer truthfully.
“It’s my soulmate’s birthday,”
she explained, “if he were alive, he would be fifteen today.” Marinette didn’t
notice Adrien slowly turning around in his seat to look at her, she was too
busy drawing, but Alya did. “Every year on his birthday I draw the same thing
here on my wrist it’s my way of remembering him. See he loved black cats, I and
I like ladybugs. We used to tell each other stories where I was the princess
and he was my knight. This is how I remember him.” She showed the completed
drawing to Alya, then rolled her sleeve back down and got her books ready for
Alya stared at Adrien’s wrist as
the same drawing took shape there. He was staring at Marinette completely
dumbfounded, before he turned to meet Alya’s eyes. In them he learned a new
definition of fear. Alya was looking at him with murder in her eyes.
Thanks ❤I just wish I felt it was true. I just feel so lonely because I talk to people only in the end I get ignored. I’m not fun or interesting enough. And my depression scares people away, I know that. I just wish I could approach folks and I was likeable enough that I could work with people on things, talk about kylux ect But most of the time I just bore people away. I don’t feel I belong in fandom some days.
I feel my only choice is to go. Maybe things wouldn’t hurt so much then. I did have a may the 4th art. But the artist I drew it for has seen it, so maybe I’ll go away.
Are your requests open? If so can i request an Exo reaction to them discovering that you’ve dated a member of Bts or Got7? Anyway love your reactions!!!!
Xiumin/Minseok: Ex: Jaebum
“I knew you had a type…” he said when you revealed to him that your ex was Jaebum from Got7.
“I do not have a type…” you lied.
“Oooooooh that’s not what your face is saying, princess.”
Suho/Junmyeon: Ex: Rap Monster
“It’s being the position of being with the leader, isn’t it,” he teased after you told him that you had dated Rap Monster. Personally he didn’t care who you had dated in the past as long as you were 100% into your relationship with him, the past was the past.
“Oh yeah totally…the power that comes with being with the leader just gets my blood flowing,” you replied with a smile.
“I knew it!”
Lay/Yixing: Ex: Jackson
“Yixing, what are you doing?” you questioned at your boyfriend’s odd behavior.
“I’m cute Y/N, right? Super cute…more than Jackson,” he said sending you a big heart.
“Of course you are Yixing….”
Baekhyun: Ex: J-Hope
“I see how it is…you like the fun type,” he said after you told him that you had dated J-Hope.
“Well if I’m gonna date someone I might as well date someone who isn’t boring…” you said, shrugging your shoulders.
“Now answer this…who’s more fun? Me or him?”
“You most definitely.”
Chen/Jongdae: Ex: V
“I thought you said this was a special dish…” he said looking down at the plate of food you had set in front of him.
“Yeah, it’s my mom’s recipe. It’s not special as in ‘it’s only for you’,” you said, “I have made it for other people.” Jongdae was feeling a bit on the mopey side when you let it slip that you had dated Taehyung and that you had made this food for him in the past and it wasn’t the ‘special dish’ he thought it was. “Now are you just gonna stare at the food or are you going to eat it?”
Chanyeol: Ex: Suga
“So…you like rappers then?” Chanyeol said when it was mentioned that you dated Suga.
“I never really thought of it that way,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders.
“Well he’s a rapper…I’m a rapper…so it must have something to do with it…” he said, starting to not to look to confident.
“But his tongue technology definitely isn’t as good as yours,” you said with a wink.
“Oh geez, jagi…”
D.O.: Ex: Jinyoung
“That’s a funny joke…” he said after you told him the reason you didn’t really want to go to the awards show with him. You and Jinyoung didn’t break up with any hard feelings, but you had dated for awhile and you just felt uncomfortable especially since EXO was going to be sitting right next to Got7.
“I’m not joking…I dated Jinyoung,” you said.
His face dropped. “You’re right…not a good idea for you to go…just stay home, relax, put your feet up, drink some wine, have a bubble bath…”
“I get it Soo…I get it…”
Kai/Jongin: Ex: Mark
“We thought there were feelings there and there actually weren’t the type that were going to keep us together for a long period of time so we decided to break it off before things got nasty between us,” you explained. Jongin had found out from…someone and you were pretty sure it was Sehun, that you had dated Mark and he confronted you about it and you explained everything to him.
“So you guys are what? Just friends?” he asked.
“Well we don’t hang out like we used to cause we’ve given each other space, but we do talk every once and a while so I mean we are close like we were before, but yeah I would consider him a friend and just a friend. I love you Jongin, remember that,” you finished.
“I know that,” he said, bouncing on his heals trying to contain how happy he was.
Sehun: Ex: Yugyeom
“Well I guess I can’t complain much…” he said, processessing the information.
“What would you have to complain about?” you questioned.
“Well you could’ve dated someone older, but you stuck with the maknae…less competition.”
Luhan: Ex: Jimin
“He’s not manlier than me…that’s definitely not the reason,” Luhan mumbled, not long after you revealed to him that you had dated Jimin.