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Of course it was an abandoned warehouse. To be fair, those places were relatively secluded, but they started blurring together in John’s mind with how many times he’d been abducted into one. The worst was probably being stuck with that Tarasov guy, as in the actual worst. Near suffocation wasn’t up there with John’s favourite methods of dying. Thank God Marcus was a good shot...

Oh, where was he? Right. Handcuffed to a chair (as usual) and being told (threatened) that if he didn’t spill some of those juicy S.H.I.E.L.D. secrets in ten seconds, there was going to be a bullet lodged between his eyes. Trying to tell the guy that he didn’t work for them any longer seemed to have no effect earlier, other than earning him a nice beating.

John could have been anywhere else right now, like checking this guy’s name off of his list and getting back to figuring out a way to apprehend that crazy Wilson guy. Watching the merc from afar for a while really was some sort of head game, that was for sure.

“...nine, eight, seven...”

The pop of dislocating both thumbs brought a grimace to John’s face but he moved fast, swinging his chair back into one of the men standing behind him. As soon as he got his hand on a gun, it was all over. They dropped like flies, headshot after headshot (with the occasional hit to centre mass before another headshot followed). John let the empty magazine on the fifth ‘borrowed’ pistol drop loudly to the ground, sliding a full one into place.

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the world needs to know that /all/ we do is just sending cute/funny animal gifs back and forth in the IM - aka we’re truly using the IMs to their fullest!!anyway - just an amazingly written Deadpool. Not only do you have strong aesthetic pleasing/formatted replies, but they are so well written and in character! You really NAIL his voice(s) really showing how /insane/ of a character Deadpool is! On the other hand you also capture the soft/heartbreaking side of him.your writing is a nice mix of description and personal thoughts that drive the actions and reason behind them along with small funny 4th wall breaking remarks.recommending this blog because the writing and characterization of Deadpool is just so well done! Also mun is just so nice to “talk” with!! 

@famebounded/@fcntasticdreams

because Amber is just the nicest to talk with!! Full of good/bad advice - depending on the topic XD Mostly good advice though! Still has an awful security system though…..also art - yes very good art. Much stress, less this year - overall good though!! aside from that the writing is sooooo solid and always in character! Meanwhile Scott is just full of himself, but still such a lovable dork and good father so everything is forgiven. In general all the muses you write are just so well portrayed. Whether they are canon or OCs, humans or animals. I really enjoy seeing the posts from you - especially your headcanons, because they are always so detailed and well thought through.I recommend this/these blogs, because mun is just a sweetheart to talk with and all the interactions and muses are really well written! 

@jollyteatime/@slymagician

takes every opportunity to give your ego a boostokay, but really - never have I been more impressed by a reply like the very first one you gave me. I was completely blown away!! It was just a perfect mix of completely unimportant information, but still soooooo in character and somehow you still managed to move the plot along. Still not over it as you can see.I really enjoy your writing, because it really stays in character and emphasizes especially Mattea’s mind racing 12746146172194798 miles pr hour - and then she opens her mouth and the words go even faster XD but really the way you perfectly capture both versions of the Mad Hatter with all their little aspects in mannerism and personality - it’s just such a joy to read! this blog is recommended because the mun is such a joy to talk with and the passion for the muse(s) is only outdone by Mattea’s general passion for everything

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“Okay so, just for future reference, when there’s guns involved on both sides, maybe I shouldn’t stand in between you and the bad guys,” he groaned. Holding his right thigh, Peter leaned against the nearest wall, pressing his palms on the wound.  

Picking his head up, he pointed at Deadpool. “And you are going to the police station with me if I can’t drag these guys out of here. Also, I’m pretty sure that no one needs to find my blood at the scene of a jewelry store.”

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Hunter was locked inside her room, and by locked I mean, she was locked in.

As it had been for most of her life. The only freedom she had was movies and books she was permitted. No outside, no friends. All she could think about was when she would one day escape.  Her parents were big names in the drug business.  They had little to do with her lives. She was raised by passing nannies until they decided she no longer needed one. Still the hired help would make her meals, let her out for using the bathroom, etc. But she always had eyes on her. No phone, no internet, no communication with the outside world. Her parents had let horrible things happen to her, but even in the worst times of darkness, she never lost hope. Hope promised a better day would come.  She held onto the light as firmly as she could. She refused to let them break her. It was just before her 25th birthday when she heard a commotion. She dropped down to the floor and barricaded her head under her hands. She knew any moment there would be gunfire. She hoped that this time would finally be the time that they would die. Finally the time she would be freed.

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Eli had seen his fair share of peculiar instances, but never a gentleman going out of his way to...goad Synths. Never has somebody been so mad as to provoke the very things one should avoid provoking, and yet he deemed it right to do so. Either he had a death wish, or -- well, there wasn’t a second option, because that was it. That was the only possible explanation to what Eli was seeing right now, and he wondered whether or not to intervene; the stranger might not be of sound mind, and the synthetic didn’t want to stand around and watch as he was killed. 

What he hadn’t expected, however, was the immediate destruction of the Synths. There was an awful mess of wires and metal being scattered about the road, and the pavements were soon painted with vivid blue as their blood was expelled from the force of the gentleman’s attack. It would have shocked Eli had he not committed the same act before, albeit less messy, but it certainly had him wincing. The pubic display was risky, and the synthetic expected another group of Synths to appear any time soon, but the quietness after the attack was an indicator that the gentleman had managed to cut off communication. He’d shut them down with such speed that they had no time to send distress signals to their brothers.

It was time to leave. The longer he stayed, the more he was involved, and the synthetic couldn't afford to get caught. He was a fugitive, after all, and standing near a scene of carnage wouldn’t particularly lighten his status. With that in mind, Eli carefully retreated, but his intentions were stopped when the gentleman glanced his way. They were standing at the opposite ends of the street, but the synthetic felt like the distance wouldn’t do much good after witnessing the gentleman’s skills.

“I’m not one of them,” Eli was quick to comment, though it wasn’t entirely true. He wasn’t one of SCANTEX’ creations, but he was certainly part synthetic, “and I certainly have no intention of alerting anybody. That’s a risk I’m not willing to take.” 

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          Her beauty was legend across the Nine Kingdoms, the stuff of lusty men’s fantasies and poet’s dreams. The wolf-faced woman who could seduce even the most pious of monks into breaking their vows, for just a glance at those blue eyes of hers, ice-cold and fae-cursed, hidden behind a lacy white veil.

She walked among the market, admiring the jewels and fineries to be seen in Valirya. Merchants cooed for her to come closer, and hypocrites whispered to each other as she passed. But she had business with a masked mercenary, who’d received a letter from Massan not too long ago about a man who needed dealing with. She was to deliver the details in person, away from prying ears.

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☆——» It’s only ten minutes after a touchdown from recent successful heist when buzzing, loudly chirping ALARMS are being set off. The grating, repetitive siren should have been reserved for alerts made within the bowels of a naval submarine (or a helicarrier), not inside an illegal weapons factory. But this was Toomes business. His lair. No one was going to just drop in on his operations so easily && get away with it again ;; However, given how often the former situation occurred (hint: only the one time), the immediate response to the sound was more expletive-laced annoyance than outright panic. Most of the time it was one of the hanger doors being knocked slightly ajar, more maintenance codes than actual intruder alert.

            ❝ Goddamnit. Which one is it now?! ❞

He has to yell over the sirens && square footage as he makes a leisurely approach toward his tinkering employee to check the monitors, but pace is quickened at the oddly surprised, wavering reply Mason voices in a croaked yell.

   ‘‘Oh, you’re not gonna like this, Boss -We’ve got another red problem heading our way... ’’

Gloved hand reaches out to pull at the closest flat-screen, squinting with knitted brows at the live-feed flickering low in the corner. At first, Toomes had assumed it was that little BASTARD having found out where he operated out of. But oh, NO. This was much, much worse. DEADPOOL was the one coming down the water spout, not the itsy-bitsy spider-punk. && damn, was this formerly-hired Merc in a hurry to carry out an assassination mission.

Why else would this ASSHAT be crashing his private party?

           ❝ Mason, go with Shocker !! ;; Take the van, get to the safe house, GO! GO!                -EVERYBODY OUT, MOVE YOUR ASSES! DON’T ENGAGE - HE’S MINE! ❞

Order is fierce, loud in its delivery of rage && warning all throughout the building that this was not a drill. There’s scatter of movement everywhere, most running for the nearest exit, while other, braver idiotic employees hang out in corners or toward the back, thinking of catching a glimpse of a possible showdown. It really was only a matter of time before someone decided to put a HIT out on him ;; such was par for the course in this dog-eat-dog profession.

But, why NOW of all possible times?!

           ❝   I don’t know what they’re paying you, D E A D P O O L -- -                                 But it sure as hell ain’t ENOUGH !!  ❞

He yells, a sneer clearly evident in lower baritone. Toomes will remain tensely still by Mason’s workbench as he waits for the unwelcome visitor to step into the western wing of the factory. There are enough weapons to pick from here that the avian-themed criminal felt confident the glowing pile would work in his favor of a bluff in the least against the deadly, rouge mercenary. At most? Another Shocker 1.0 incident.

           ❝  Even though you don’t have the level of professional courtesy that I do,                 I know you like to run your mouth. So, lets talk this bullshit out! ❞

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Massu had left the gala without telling her. It might have been minutes ago, or hours. Either way, she was left on her own, with no pleasant way to get home. She stepped outside, planning to call a taxi. But as soon as the phone began to ring, someone stepped up beside her, dragged her kicking and screaming into an alleyway.

"Get off me! Get the fuck --” She dropped her phone, twisting and shrieking, but unable to get free. She screamed again, for all the good it would do, even as her attacker threw her against the wall and loomed ever nearer.