Some more WitchMercy and OniGenji perhaps? You did one a while back that I really enjoyed.
Its a really interesting dynamics. Here’s a new little spin on the two
Being strong, means getting strong attachments to the sinister forces that lurk near the shadows and at nightfall. Witch’s powers aren’t natural, never based off of anything good or lovely. If one wants witchcraft and curses, one has to summon a demon.
And so she did, needing more strength to continue her dark arts. The spell was easy enough, the chant a little less so, but she did it. Summoning a dark spirit, the mighty demon stood before her, trapped until it allowed her to draw its power.
Genji, he called himself, and The Witch made him her familiar. Tying her own soul to the dark creature. With a body of shadow and a mask of red horns and fangs. They vanished into the night, side by side.
Having her own life energy tied to the demon, they share life force, empowering the other. The demon is quick and powerful in the night, helping her enchant poor souls to her bidding. She keeps him safe and sound by her side, and soon finds him more to be an agent of chaos.
He is clever, and she finds him beautiful in every way. Already bound so close together, she feels the stirrings inside of him. Strange and foreign, but protective over her for reasons beside their ties.
Some say, that the only way to get rid of the Witch that lies deep in the forest, is to kill the strange man at her side. That if someone where to end her lover, she’d die of heartbreak. Fade away back to the darkness that she is rumored to have come from.
There is truth in rumors and lies. Though no one could ever get close enough to truly find out, for the Witch’s spells are powerful, and her demon is quick.
So I was going to write a One Shot where Deadpool and Reader are friends because a lovely anon requested it but I sort of kind of got distracted. So here’s this.
Having gossiping sessions where you eat chimichangas and just lay around somewhere being friends
Wade being comfortable enough to take off his mask if it’s just you two
Being friends with Spiderman too
Shipping Spideypool and making subtle hints for it
Breaking the fourth wall
Going to conventions as female Deadpool with Wade (who is also cosplaying female Deadpool) and making a Deadpool army to take on all the other comic book cosplayers
Being generally insane and ridiculous together
Wade asking you to stitch up his clothes and saying no because they’re so ruined so he does it himself. His suit ends up being too small for him because of the amount of lost fabric so he gives it to you.
Calming down the other guy Him talking to you about science stuff Making sure he takes breaks from the lab Trying on his lab coat and glasses Falling asleep without him Being there for him after he turns into the other guy Staring into those brown eyes Getting an apartment together Trying to hide from the world Not very much PDA, if any Him being a lovable dork You saying I love you first Dealing with Tony The other Avengers thinking you two are adorable Him being afraid to be with you The other guy being protective of you Him reading to you Doing calming activities together Listening to whatever he has to say Rough kisses Running your hands through his curly hair Snuggly! Bruce Waking up in his arms Slow dancing together Going with him to science lectures he speaks at Your family loving him Staring competitions Reassuring him that you love him Wishing you could take away his guilt and pain Decorating the apartment for Christmas Tony being like that annoying older sibling when he is around you two Being loved and accepted by him
we did it. yea. :) i’m so proud. kahit short time lang ang practice, nagawa pa rin. alam niyo ang secret namin? cooperation lang and dapat nag-eenjoy. :) kaya in the end, masaya kami. o diba? weee. gusto niyo makita ang video namin? wag na. baka mainlove kayo sa amin. HAHAHAHA. JOKE. again, J.O.K.E.
um i would just like to point out that just bc they are from europe in the comics doesn't mean they are white? it is a very emphasized point for the maximoff twins in the comics that they are jewish-romani. and so they ARE whitewashed bc neither of their actors are romani??? just bc they say they're from europe doesn't change the fact that these actors are white?
what a day. @.@ nakakapagod pero enjoy. :))diretso ligid2x sa bed pagdating sa house. haha. tapos i found the camera on my bed na dapat sana dinala ko kanina para sa newscasting namin. haha. so i took pictures of myself na lang, yan ang drama ko for tonight. K. :P
oops. nga pala, hi there twobees. :) i’m so proud of us. we’re the best. HAHAHA. i love you :)
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Take me home.
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behave, but if you’re gonna fuck up now’s the time
try to make things easy for your parents; you’re a terror at this age and they’re always worrying cause they love you so much and want you to succeed and enjoy the last 2 years with you before you leave home
take it easy and enjoy not having to pay bills
get your driver’s license
get a job
the things you think are super important wont matter in a year or two