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Leaving this here mainly for myself for you all. Youâre welcome. Ajax Ed is a gem.
Ajax / Francis Freeman - Please credit if youâre using for fics / edits
Sinday Meme for Characters Who Share a Brain
The original meme can be found here: x Characters: Wade Wilson (@theamazingcaptdeadpool), Frank Castle (@mementomorimthrfckr) and Ajax (@cantfeelsht) Warning:Â An abundance of words, massive TMI, cursing duh, threats double duh, Any complaints may be directed at our lawyer; @hellsainted
Frank scoffed as Wade had spent the last three minutes trying to figure out a title, brainstorming no pun intended with himself â and the result he landed on you already read. âThat sounds terrible, Wade.â he grumbled and sipped his coffee. A sort of bribe to get him to partake in the thing. âYou come up with a better one then, Skulls, and weâll use that.â Wade fired back, thankful that Frank wasnât known for his creativity. âWhat was wrong with the original title?â Ajax wanted to know and crossed his arms. He was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, watching the other two with what one could describe as âcalm suspiciousnessâ. âIt was too long.â Wade complained. âNot catchy. And weâre replying as ourselves. The original title suggested that the co-pilot do it for us. Or arms dealer. Or whatever the hell you call her.â he explained, because he could see Frank straining as he tried to work it out. Be nice Wade. Iâm always nice. âWhy donât we just get this over with.â Ajaxâs stare moved from Frank to Wade. His former subject was the most keen on this, after all â surely he would kick it off. âBest idea youâve had, Francis.â Wade murmured as he counted the questions of the meme. âAlright, there are twenty questions. Let the sinning commence!â he clapped his hands and rubbed his palms eagerly.Â
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âDeadpool, the Punisher and Ajax got together to answer a Sinday Meme...â Sounds like the start of some shitty joke, right? But itâs all very real. And all so very fucking annoying.Â
Ed Skrein after working towards his role in Maleficent
Carolina Herrera has made a male version of âGood Girlâ with Ed Skrein (Daario Naharis on Game of Thrones), and OMG, I need him and Karlie to actually make a spot together (like the new Paco Rabbane one for Invictus), and not just a fake moment like on this video. The hotness would be so out of this world asdfghjklñ đ„đ
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Listen, Wilson. You sincerely need to fuck off, mate.Â
The Lionâs Den
After having cleaned up the mess the broken Avenger had left behind, Ajax had slumped back down into the couch. The posture had him looking more relaxed than he was. He waited for the guy in the tub to either come back around or die and saw no point in hovering. Whilst he had done his best to prevent it, he couldnât know what kind of drugs he were affected by, and those were definitely the critical factor. A tox screen could have been usueful, but heâd need access to a lab for those, and besides... he didnât have the meds to counter the effect.
Then there was the looming threat that was Bartonâs attackers, and if they were following him. What little words he had gotten out of him earlier, he decided he couldnât trust. So the trap heâd set by the door was still there. Ready to blow any intruders to bits.
Ajax was tired. Annoyed. But then came those little noises from the bathroom. His dark eyes was drawn to the fluorescent light, a small smirk tugging at his lips. He brushed his hands down his thighs before he rose, stalking towards the source.Â
âAww, Barton,â Ajax sat on the edge of the tub. He rolled up his sleeves meticulously as he studied him. The blood still such a bright contrast to everything else. The other man was shuddering, curled in on himself. It reminded him of how heâd broken people and gotten them in that position before. âSuch a pityful sight you are,â his words were soft as he leaned down and pressed a hand to his forehead. His touch warm, maybe even comforting, he imagined.Â
âAre you cold?â he asked the obvious. He moved his hand to the side of his neck, finding that the pulse was stronger now that the drugs were leaving his system. Stronger, but erratic.Â
So I was watching American Pie and thereâs this guy who practises tantric sex and can orgasm from watering plants. Made me think of you.
Ajax wouldnât even ask if they would come off anon. He had a distinct feeling that he knew who this was. Didnât mean it was any less annoying.Â
The Lionâs Den
Despite all his concerns, Ajax managed to remain cool. A smirk tugged at his lips, it was alarming if anything. To him the other manâs pain was a beauty, alluring. Something he could never feel; something heâd love to cause. His eyes filled with life and darkness at the potential that had literally fallen into his embrace. Curiosity was undoubtfully a good reason to keep the Avenger alive... At least until he found out what kind of trouble he brought to his doorstep.
Barton gave out, went limp. Ajax sighed, almost disappointed as he released his jaw with a push, allowing him to fall awkwardly against the pillows. âLook at you,â he murmured flatly and rubbed the back of his neck. The guy was bleeding all over his couch. If he had any interest in him coming back around - heâd have to take care of his injuries. Ajax sniffed and set his eyes on the bathroom.Â
In what seemed like no time he had set up a trip wire with a grenade at the end and attached it to the front door. If anyone were to attempt to come through that way, theyâd be blown to bits. A loaded gun pressed against his lower back, where heâd slipped it under his jeans. Ajax wondered if he knew the culprits as he returned to Bartonâs side. The Avenger was fading quickly... He grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head to the side to give himself better access as he placed two fingers against his neck. His skin was slick with blood, he searched, had to squeeze down hard... A part of him thought heâd lost him whilst heâd set his trap. Ajax huffed as he felt it. The pulse was faint, barely there. It was hard to tell if it was a side effect of the drugs or his injuries that was robbing Barton of life. Both, probably. Ajax lifted him up and carried him into the bright light of the bathroom. Blood smeared the white as he lay Clint in the tub. It was all brutally vivid, purposely so. That way he could easily catch on to any major bleeds - and it would be one hell of a sight to wake up to, should he make it through...Â
With some effort he managed to get his jacket off. The t-shirt though, that he cut open. His fingertips hovered over some of the violent bruises, deep purple, black. He was mesmerised by all the damage⊠The most efficient way would be cauterising the wounds. Being an Avenger clearly had left him with enough gnarly scars; a couple more wouldnât make a difference... Given his own history, however, Ajax couldnât stomach the stench of burned flesh, so he went traditional. Thread and needle. Clips. Pressure bandages.Â
There was a multitude of stab wounds and cuts, some shallow, some deeper. Ajax ripped open his pants to get to those in his thighs - only stitching the deeper ones. No broken bones, as far as he could tell. He had no idea how long heâd been at it. When he was done Barton looked as fading as ever.Â
He rolled up the jacket, still drenched in blood, and used it as a pillow. His knees cracked as he moved to stand. âItâs up to you now.â he spoke softly. He hadnât bothered tying him down - he wasnât a threat to anyone but himself.
Ajax stopped in front of the sink, hands latching onto the porcelain. Back hunched, he sighed deeply and wondered what the hell heâd been dragged into. He looked up - barely aware of the stranger in his tub as he stared down his own reflection. He cleaned himself, then went to deal with the couch and the trail of blood that Barton had left...Â
The Lionâs Den
There was a few things Ajax wanted to know. How the hell had Clint found him was what he found most concerning. Clint had said he didnât know where else to go, but he had known to come to him. Have they kept him under tabs? And for how long? Were they allowing him to take out mutants? Should he be worried that the Avengers would rain down on him? Or god forbid; Wade Wilson? What about the people that attacked him - and who were they anyway? But Clint seemed in no state to answer any questions. The best thing he could do was let him pass out, restrain him - and wait for him to come back around.  After having slapped him, Ajax grabbed onto his jaw, his grip tight - squeezing as hard as he could to make sure the drugged up Avenger at least felt some pain and stayed with him long enough to registrer his answer. He leaned closer - his own cold eyes set on Clintâs drugged up ones. The stranger had a hard time focusing, staying with him. The narcotics, whatever they were, werenât lethal, he thought. In any case he should have given out before he even made it as far as to his doorstep. Ajax pressed two fingers two Clintâs neck, the pulse rushed, as he expected. The injuries would be first priority if he was going to make it through the night... âYou have nothing to negotiate with, mate.â he delivered the words with spite and sneered down at him. âWhy should I keep you alive?âÂ
He wasnât aware of the coldness in his eyes as he loomed over the stranger, waiting for him to finally give up and let the darkness claim him.Â
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NAME: Ajax ANIMAL: Armadillo BOYâS NAME: Alex GIRLâS NAME: Andrea COLOR: Aquamarine MOVIE: Alita SOMETHING YOU WEAR: Apron DRINK: Apple juice FOOD: Apple pie SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: A med kit PLACE: Alaska REASON FOR BEING LATE: A lab accident...Â
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Sinday Meme for Characters Who Share a Brain
The original meme can be found here: x Characters: Wade Wilson (@theamazingcaptdeadpool), Frank Castle (@mementomorimthrfckr) and Ajax (@cantfeelsht) Warning:Â An abundance of words, massive TMI, cursing duh, threats double duh, Any complaints may be directed at our lawyer; @hellsainted
Frank scoffed as Wade had spent the last three minutes trying to figure out a title, brainstorming no pun intended with himself â and the result he landed on you already read. âThat sounds terrible, Wade.â he grumbled and sipped his coffee. A sort of bribe to get him to partake in the thing. âYou come up with a better one then, Skulls, and weâll use that.â Wade fired back, thankful that Frank wasnât known for his creativity. âWhat was wrong with the original title?â Ajax wanted to know and crossed his arms. He was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, watching the other two with what one could describe as âcalm suspiciousnessâ. âIt was too long.â Wade complained. âNot catchy. And weâre replying as ourselves. The original title suggested that the co-pilot do it for us. Or arms dealer. Or whatever the hell you call her.â he explained, because he could see Frank straining as he tried to work it out. Be nice Wade. Iâm always nice. âWhy donât we just get this over with.â Ajaxâs stare moved from Frank to Wade. His former subject was the most keen on this, after all â surely he would kick it off. âBest idea youâve had, Francis.â Wade murmured as he counted the questions of the meme. âAlright, there are twenty questions. Let the sinning commence!â he clapped his hands and rubbed his palms eagerly.Â
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If you're doing to be so inactive, why don't you delete your blogs?
Iâm already considering it. Like, hardcore considering leaving marvel rp these past few days. So. Y'know. Thanks.
Me @ this asshole anon tbh
Let me add to this fucking bullshit. People have LIVES outside of roleplaying. Roleplaying is a HOBBY. None of us are getting paid. It shouldnât be anyones number one priority to hang on here to serve ANYONE but themselves. Ergo, roleplayers create and write characters on their own terms, not yours, whenever they want - not when you want. If anyone wants to be inactive for a period of time, thatâs FINE. Low activity? Not any of your business. If they want to post two-hundred and fifty fucking three posts a day, thatâs fine too! The people theyâre writing with, if they have any common sense and a sense of empathy, will be here waiting for them when they return. Heard of tolerance? People shouldnât have to justify themselves for their writing schedule, posting schedule, rp-partners... And for fucks sake - if you get annoyed, UNFOLLOW. No one is forcing you to watch and/or partake in ANYTHING. Â
The Lionâs Den
Starter for @thedeafavenger based on this post; x
It was hardly a knock. Hardly anything... Like the start of the Edgar Allan Poe poem. Fairly sure he wasnât haunted by ravens, Leonore or otherwise, it had him on high alert. Ajax held his breath, every muscle in his body tense as he listened. It didnât make sense for anyone to come rapping on his door. It wasnât even his... Unless they had blown his cover.
Ajax wasnât stationary. With the things heâd done he couldnât afford to be, so he kept moving around in order to complete his mission; take out all the mutants from the Weapons-X programme. As far as he was aware, no one had picked up on it, found the pattern... and if they had? They didnât know it was him doing it. There was no chance.Â
Ajax rose slowly - heâd been slumped down on the couch and spaced out. The TV the only source of light in the room. It flashed every now and then, each time a different colour. Throwing his shadow across the walls.Â
If this was a threat, he better get it over with. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, only to arch an eyebrow at what greeted him. Ajax didnât give away his moment of utter confusion - he was good at keeping his emotions at bay. The guy before him was a âcelebrityâ and hero. Heck, heâd even seen him around Wade.
âBarton, isnât it? What are you doing here, mate?â Ajax blinked, he had this condecending manner about him - looking at Barton as if he was disgusted by his apperance. How frail he was. Beat. Broken. Shaking. Bleeding. Utterly frightened, but not by him. âNeed someone to finish you off?â He half joked. Hawkeye wasnât on his hitlist, but he wasnât opposed to ridding the world of an Avenger.Â
Barton seemed unable to focus as he glanced up at him and appeared as if he would collapse at any moment. His eyes were dazed, he noticed. Ajax had seen that before, in people who were drugged, but made no effort to reach out for him or support him. Instead he took in the rest of the night - making sure he wasnât lured into a trap.Â
â...didnât know where else to go...â Barton mumbled much to his disbelief and suddenly fell forward, straight into his embrace. Ajax grabbed hold of him, making sure they didnât fall.Â
âShit,â Ajax breathed. He had half a mind to ask him how the hell he even knew where to go - but the national hero seemed in no state to answer questions. Ajax dragged him inside, shut the door and locked it. With Barton being in the state he was in, it was a bloody battle to get him to the couch.Â
With some effort he half dragged, half carried him. With a light push he let the ravaged person fall back against the pillows. Ajax slapped him and grabbed his jaw, hoping the pain would get him to focus. âWhat have you taken? What happened to you?â He needed to make sure that whatever hell heâd walked into wouldnât rain down on them both... Â
Happy Valentines, Wade. Since Tumlr has gone soft, I figured this would be a good way to keep up our tradition. Oh, and I left a little something on your doorstep too. Cheers.
Okay, this was in my Inbox from FRANCIS aka @cantfeelsht I have no idea why it posted the way it did. Good job, making it seem like Iâm sending flowers to myself you complete asshat. Also. FOAD.
âIâm not a toad, mate.â Ajax smirked. He knew what foad meant, it wasnât the first time anyone or Wade, even, had thrown it at him. Nah. âNot to mention, you always came across as a little mental. This only backs your profile.âÂ
âItâs cute that you think I sent you flowers... did you recieve my parcel yet?â The picture of the flowers held meaning, but Wade clearly wasnât smart enough to catch on. The content of his parcel, however, that would be clear as bloody day.Â