» Sit Down and Let’s Talk About Some Stuff: An OOC Post

i-am-deadpool:

So, we need to have a chat followers.

I’m sure it has become painfully obvious how much I’ve been struggling with my real life stuff since I tend to just kind of tell people every time my life goes to shit and be done with it. What may not have been as obvious is how much I’ve been struggling with my muse.

What may have been even more difficult to pinpoint is the reason why - and that’s something I’ve been struggling with too.

I think it’s my drafts. I have like… 59 of them, I think. Which is a pretty huge number.

Thing is, I love my threads. So so much. But the number itself, sitting there JUDGING ME, has made Wade hide under a blanket like the scared little girl he is. 

So, here’s the dealio, yo.

This blog’s getting a wipe.

BUT, I don’t want to start from nothing. In my tracked threads section, you will find any threads that I did with your character. If you want to keep it, let me know.

If I receive no word from you, I will delete the draft and assume you are okay with not continuing the thread.

The thread itself will not be deleted. It will stay there in the tracked threads section and can be reactivated upon request. 

This will let me get rid of all the old hanger on threads that are no longer active and, ideally, reduce my work load.

I can’t stress this bit enough, though - OUR THREAD BEING DELETED DOES NOT RESET OUR RELATIONSHIP ON MY END. IF YOU WANT A NEW RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN OUR MUSES, YOU HAVE TO LET ME KNOW. OTHERWISE I WILL CONTINUE ON ANY NEW THREADS AS IF EVERYTHING IS THE SAME AND THIS IS SIMPLY A NEW DAY.-

That’s about it. I’m hoping getting rid of some of my threads will help me feel more free to start new ones and keep Wade going.

Thanks for reading - beware that this will be reblogged a few times to reach as many people as possible. To avoid seeing it, block the phrase “Wade Wipe”.

deadpool4ever:

ok, so, i was in one of those moods like angust and shit so i drew a picture where peters dads found out that wade and peter where dating and the avengers came for wade. i haven’t yet found a fanfic like this yet so if your a writer maybe this will give you some ideas…………image

» Five minutes after finding out Weapon X had succeeded with Deadpool...
Random Scientist: The good news is, you can hurt him as much as you want and he'll never, ever die.
Random Scientist: The bad news is, you can hurt him as much as you want and he'll never..... ever..... die.....

   Status: Idle

     Still hanging around, just working on drafts for my other blog.

» And They’ll Be Dancin’ In the Streets || sovietweapon

Downtown Detroit, twelve past three in the morning on a rather cool spring night. The occupants of the city were more than awake - raging and throwing bottles of high proof alcohol with dirty rags and socks stuffed deep in and lit on fire to produce rather effective molotovs. The smell of burning plaster, singed hair and hot, smoky ash filled the air, a rough companion to the loud shouts and thudding alarms from the broken windows of small shops.

It was a full scale riot.

Atop one of the quieter buildings, a red clad lunatic straddled a modified M20 rocket launcher and sang - loud but unnoticed - into the chaos below.

"Cause if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it, don’t be mad once you see that he want it, if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it, wuh uh oh, uh uh oh-"

With a small grunt, he fired off a round into the building opposite to the conflicted sound of both screams of terror and cheers. He’d worked them up into a proper frenzy at this point, and now he just had to wait for the comms to tell him the mark had been taken down in the chaos so he could go get a taco and watch re-runs of The Fresh Prince. 

Rolling his head around to the loud sounds of satisfying cracks, Wade had begun to turn his attention back to the crowd when a glint of silver caught his attention on the neighbouring roof. 

"Hey!" he called out, waving a lycra covered hand at the figure jovially. "Come on out, I won’t hurt ya," he assured them loudly. "Wait… are you Twan von Someren? Because if you are, I’m gonna have to kill you, but it totally isn’t personal."

pleasepickyourpoison:

"You can’t ship more than two char-"

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"That’s not cano-"

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"Those two characters would never even mee-"

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"They aren’t ga-"

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"You have to rp with me, our characters are together in the-"

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"You can’t get on this starship to Fhloston Paradise-"

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» ~i-am-deadpool

intotheblueimagination:

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Raven walked in and looked around the place. Can this guy get any dirtier? She thought as she sat down on the couch he had. She couldn’t reform any of the words he spoke due to the fact they were slurs. Was this guy seriously drunk? Did Robin purposely send me to him as a joke? 

She was distracted in her own thoughts when a sudden thud filled the room and snapped her out of her own world. She groaned when she found him sleeping on the floor. “Azar, really?” She questioned angrily. 

She stood up and slapped her thighs and went to help him. She placed her legs on either side of his waist and bent down to pick him up from under his arms. She grunted while getting him up in mid air, “God, you’re heavy.” When she finally got him up, he moved slightly and she couldn’t keep her balance and fell backwards. She landed on the sofa with him on top of her. She took in a deep breath and reached for her phone, once she got it she called Robin but a voice mail was in reach, “Robin, are you seriously giving this guy to me? He’s a mess. Dick, I will get you for this.”

"No, get down from there," Wade hissed, hands on his hips and and foot tapping out an impatient beat against the floor. "Lady, you can’t just climb on top of my refrigerator like that, you’ll hurt it!" He glared at Raven with a fierceness that almost made his eyes water and clenched his jaw to keep from snapping more and more. 

The doughnut suit she was wearing didn’t match his curtains and the icing for his cupcakes was Barbie pink instead of the Funky Fuchsia he’d ordered. The entire night was a disaster. Now he’d never get the front page of Gotham news. He’d be a laughingstock. A joke. he’d be - flying?

For the second time that day, Wade drifted back to consciousness. Through the haze of his sleepy mind, he noticed that he was staring at the floor which, oddly enough, appeared to be moving. 

Maybe he was drunk?

For some reason, he’d thought he couldn’t do that any more. 

Huh.

Guess you learn something new every da-

He was broken out of his musing by a…. there was no other word for it - really - very irritated female voice. A very irritated female voice coming from - he tilted his head to one side in confusion - under him?

Wade’s head twisted around and he blinked blearily with sleep heavy eyes at the woman beneath him. “Wha-…. when did you get here? The party started like two hours ago…”

doktorvondoom:

  • Cable & Deadpool # 5

Wade was inside of him ~ (◡‿◡✿)

smallknives:

“Between you and me — that’s really creepy. He probably doesn’t like you, although I can’t see why — after all, you’re such a pretty lady.”

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          “Of course he likes me - we’re the best of buddies! He has this             thing where he won’t tell me his name, but I think that’s just him being                coy. He’s going to this it’s great that I followed him to the roof                               and into his school!”

            “You really think I’m pretty? Really?”

                                                           [a blush]

                               ”Thanks! It’s a new face.”

    Status: Online

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