Deadpool, motherfuckers.

Wade Winston Wilson, Deadpool, The Merc' With A Mouth, call me whatever you like. So you want something or not? (Deadpool RP blog. FC: Ryan Reynolds) {Mun's note: None of the gifs, images, or art displayed on this blog is mine unless it is tagged as such! Also, I do write welcome starters for all new RP blog followers. If you're a personal blog and you want a starter, message me!}

[comicbookfilms]

[kevinskeller]

[mercwithamouthwww]

Holy fuck-knuckles!

It's been a hell of a long time! Send me a message or like/reblog this post for a starter! Also, if we had a thread and you want to pick it up, let me know and I'll go find it.

[ilovepeppers-deactivated2019122]

Wow me too

[nicolethedork]

Phobos was the god of fear. This a moon named “fear” dying from stress. 

[ilovepeppers-deactivated2019122]

Even more me

[poorpoorpitifulme]

There’s still (as I understand it) an outside chance that it could hold itself together long enough to violently crash into Mars. 

[vetmedirl]

my new problematic fave

[clarke-mason]

Warning: Possible spoiler for the Deadpool movie

[thorodinson]

A douchebag’s film. Starring: God’s perfect idiot, a hot chick, a British villain, the comic relief, a moody teen, a CGI character, a gratuitous cameo. Produced by asshats. Written by the real heroes here. Directed by an overpaid tool. — DEADPOOL (2016)

[dcmsel-blog]

[ where are all the wades? I need more pool in my life, so like for vanessa ]

What would your muse do if they found mine locked in a cell and chained to a wall? Put it in my ask.

[ladaleda]

“60% tongue”

[theunsentproject]

[mercwithamouthwww]

Sorry I've been dead guys I'm at college and also dying inside

[mercwithamouthwww]

+sinsfire

“Okay, who are you?”

[sinsfire-deactivated20161006]

“Just call me Jason. Saves me the hassle of… explaining anything else, though I suppose I should ask you the same question.”

[mercwithamouthwww]

“I’m Wade.. Uh, Wilson. Wade Wilson. Better question- why are you in my apartment?”

[sinsfire-deactivated20161006]

“Why not? It’s as good a place as any.”

[mercwithamouthwww]

“Dude, this is a private residence, full of confidential shit for my job. I can’t have some stranger fiddling around with my stuff!” He started putting things in files and into his cabinet. “What do you want anyway? I’m busy….”

[sinsfire-deactivated20161006]

“I intend to use your residence for some… confidential business.” Jason answered shortly after pulling out a CIA ID (albeit a fake one, though he doubted this Wilson character would notice) and handing it to Wade.

[mercwithamouthwww]

"This isn't real." He drops it, "you don't think I've seen a fake ID before? I used to be a pretend SHIELD agent. Now," he pulled out his handgun, cocked it, and pointed it at the intruder, "Tell me who the fuck you are and why the fuck you're in my apartment, or I'll paint the walls with your brain." He threatened.

[mercwithamouthwww]

+hxllenisms

[hxllenisms-archived]

Arrietty starts laughing and tightens her grip onto Wade. “ I hope this is a sign that I am ready.” She teased as she laid her head onto his back. 

[mercwithamouthwww]

“Good!” He started the bike, speeding into the main road. “I’ll let you know when we’re turning, they’re sharp on this thing. You’ll need to hold on tight for those!”

[hxllenisms-archived]

“Or I can just hold on tight for the whole ride.” Arrietty suggested. Getting a tighter grip onto him. “I bet they are, wouldn’t want anyone flying off the motorcycle am I right?”

[mercwithamouthwww]

“No, especially not someone I just met!” He said, turning sharply. “You good back there?” He shouted back. “Another turn up here!”

[hxllenisms-archived]

“Yeah that would be a problem.” She told him. “Yeah I’m great back here, I love the wind, Anyways, how long is it.” She wondered holding him tighter

[mercwithamouthwww]

"A few more turns," he says. "Keep holding on." He smirked, mask covering all but his mouth.

[mercwithamouthwww]

+wallcrawlingpeter

[mercwithamouthwww]

“I make a mean Chimi…. But I don’t know what I’d do with 700 chimichangas.” He shrugged with a laugh, “And I would bake, but that takes effort and I need to keep my body in shape so I can do my job. Maybe I’ll teach kids how to use these babies!” He said, pulling a sword out of its case.

[wallcrawlingpeter]

“Okay, okay, well something else then. Like- Holy shit- not that!” He ducks with a yelp as the sword is unsheathed, his spidey-sense going berserk. “Are you trying to kill me? No swords. Put the sword away. Please.”

[mercwithamouthwww]

He scoffed, "You know I wouldn't hurt you, baby boy." He said, sheathing his sword again. "How about this- we go back to my place, and we discuss possible new hobbies for me." He suggested with a smirk.

[mercwithamouthwww]

+hxllenisms

[hxllenisms-archived]

Arrietty starts laughing and tightens her grip onto Wade. “ I hope this is a sign that I am ready.” She teased as she laid her head onto his back. 

[mercwithamouthwww]

“Good!” He started the bike, speeding into the main road. “I’ll let you know when we’re turning, they’re sharp on this thing. You’ll need to hold on tight for those!”

[hxllenisms-archived]

“Or I can just hold on tight for the whole ride.” Arrietty suggested. Getting a tighter grip onto him. “I bet they are, wouldn’t want anyone flying off the motorcycle am I right?”

[mercwithamouthwww]

"No, especially not someone I just met!" He said, turning sharply. "You good back there?" He shouted back. "Another turn up here!"

[mercwithamouthwww]

+wallcrawlingpeter

[wallcrawlingpeter]

mercwithamouthwww:

“Excuse you, I do have a hobby!” Wade protested, “Except I only do my hobby when I get paid for it, and unless you’re ready to fork over $900 minimum, I’m staying right here.” Wade smiled.

“Pfft! Stalking me does not count.” He’s kidding, of course. Unless the mercenary does in fact stalk him…? “No, you need a hobby aside from that. Something or someone that makes you happy and doesn’t involve money. Like… baking. Or something. I don’t know.” 

[mercwithamouthwww]

"I make a mean Chimi.... But I don't know what I'd do with 700 chimichangas." He shrugged with a laugh, "And I would bake, but that takes effort and I need to keep my body in shape so I can do my job. Maybe I'll teach kids how to use these babies!" He said, pulling a sword out of its case.

[mercwithamouthwww]

+sarcasticallycondescending

[complicatedallegories-deactivat]

“Oh good.” Charlie smiled and put the helmet on. “How does it look?” She asked with a small laugh, then climbed onto the bike, wrapping her arms around Wade. “Um, you can see through that right?” She asked as she bit her lip.

[mercwithamouthwww]

“Of course I can!” he revved the engine, “Kinda.” He shrugged as he began driving, “Hold on, sugar!”

[complicatedallegories-deactivat]

“Kinda!?” Charlie exclaimed as he started driving. She was sure her arms were creating a death grip around Wade’s waist as they picked up speed. She took a deep breath and smiled as the wind hit them. Maybe this isn’t so bad…

[mercwithamouthwww]

“I can see enough to legally drive.” He yelled back to her, “No worries! We’re gonna be there in like 2 minutes.” He said, turning sharply down a narrow street.

[complicatedallegories-deactivat]

Charlie squealed when he took the sharp turn, her arms tightened even more around his waist. “O-okay! Sounds good!” She yelled back with a slight nod. “Just don’t kill me okay?” She smiled.

[mercwithamouthwww]

“I don’t kill people unless I get paid for it, honey.” He laughed. “Another turn up here! Hold tight!” He sharply turned to the left.

[complicatedallegories-deactivat]

Charlie gripped tighter onto Wade, and let her eyes squeeze shut, as he turned, hopefully onto his street. “Good lord, you don’t give much warning.” She laughed.

[mercwithamouthwww]

“At least I give a warning.” He laughed, pulling his bike over and parking it against a wall. “I live up those steps, the one with the brown door.” He said, putting a lock on his bike.

[complicatedallegories-deactivat]

“Fair enough.” Charlie laughed with him, before she climbed off the bike. She’d never been so grateful for solid ground. She took the helmet off and let out a huff of air. “Brown door, got it.” She nodded once and handed him his helmet. “Here you are.” She smiled.

[mercwithamouthwww]

Wade looked down at the helmet in front of him, took it from her, and threw it on the ground. "Won't need that again." He chuckled, "Let's go, little lady!" He said, heading for the old, rusty stairs.