#dedmerc

[killypool-archived]

❝ gather round, little children. it’s discourse time. oh yes, i think you know exactly what’s going on. that little blog that’s been following everyone? @taycalloutblog? they’re cruising for a bruising. chalking for a blocking. cunting around for a punting. well, i think you get the idea. take a gander at their blog, a fuck all mess attempting to bring down a kind and considerate member of the rpc for what? not responding to ooc messages in a timely manner? having poor eyesight? you’re so caught up in calling out the love of my life - myself - that you never stopped to think that we’re all ‘falling for her bs’ is because she’s a kind and caring person who spreads positivity and creates genuine friendships. do you know what a genuine friendship is? ❞

❝ god, isn’t this some adorable, grade D- kindergarten bullshit? can we get a scientist up in here to create a scale for measuring jealousy? i’ve seen flat earth theories that hold more weight than your callout. how about you go after me next? let’s just go after all the deadpools. fun fact. we regenerate. and we’re always ready to polish off our deagles. toodles, sweatie :). ❞

[riingleaders-blog]

@dedmerc     /     CONT.

     it pains him to see to see wade this way, hurting so emotionally while barnum is expected to only sit aside and do nothing. but now that doesn’t matter. now it’s about wade’s pain, not his. barnum’s feelings are second to his. he watches on silently as the other goes through his motions, flinching only slightly at the loud whack ! produced by the hit. aside from that one reaction, he does not respond to any insults. knowing wade’s suffering, he cannot be held responsible for anything he might say in the moment.

barnum slowly steps forward, hesitant hand placing itself gently on his uninjured shoulder. the last time he’d tried to touch him it hadn’t gone so well. “ i’m sorry. but we’ll find him again. i promise. ” and he does. he doesn’t care if it takes his entire troupe venturing into the cities, cancelling all his shows to find the man behind wade’s pain. he would do it in a heartbeat.

hand drops from the other’s shoulder, worried too much physical contact would make him uncomfortable. eyes dart immediately to his arm. “ do you — do you need anything ? ice or — ? ” he’s really not sure what could help at this point.

[astrapure-a-blog]

@dedmerc

This is the first time she hasn’t seen wade without his mask, someone she’s grown to consider an arising friend. Perhaps he’s waiting for a shocked reaction, or some sort of fear to arise in her at the sight of scarred features - yet instead there’s a smile coming to her features, a hand even daring to come & rest against his cheek in a more comforting manner.

     “I think you look beautiful the way you do - you’re a great person Wade; people should love you for that.” 

[motheriing]

starter call || @dedmerc

                       Gaze fell upon his katana, of which she mistakenly thought to be a sword, and a smile spread across her lips. “How much would you want to teach me how to work that sword of yours?”

[carnivorare-m]

@dedmerc wanted a starter!

“IDIOT!” Moby snapped her teeth at Wade as she propped him over her shoulder. Using monstrous claws buried deep into concrete she ruined herself, she kept them both hoisted to the side of the building. The hot air from the explosion behind them that would have otherwise blown the merc to pieces beat against their backs--- well, her back, and Wade’s face. “Do you want to keep piecing yourself back together again? Just because you can endure that type of damage, doesn’t mean you should have to.”

The shifter huffed, annoyed. She had half the mind to drop him right there and let him fall ten stories to the ground but that would defeat the point of having just risked her own skin to get him out of his own mess. “Say anything inappropriate and you’ll get to see how it feels to try and sit missing one ass cheek.” She started scaling the wall slowly, up toward the closest window.

[valdreyri-moved]

    ECCENTRICITY   IS   IMMEDIATELY   REALISED ,     loki   must   hold   their   tongue.    they   know   what   to   expect,   their   reputation  precedes   them.   feet   shift   as   emerald   surveys   the   red   suit,   lingering   for   but   a   moment   upon   bullet   holes   that   have   evidently   caused   no   fatal   wound.   it   warrants   a   quirked   brow   in   place   of   its   deep   set   furrow,   but   no   more.            ❛    i   see   why   the   avengers   have   offered   you   no   invitation.   ❜          voiced   with   absolute   boredom,   though   they   retain   loki’s   attention –––––  they   are   intrigued.     

     @dedmerc​    .    sc

[arkhevia]

@dedmerc

She held a finger up, shockingly peacable for her usual behavior. “Oh, no, you ain’t touchin’ this hair today. This’s th’ first day I got shampoo and conditioner in months. Y’all’re gonna let this get gross and oily again on it’s own. Then y’ can rub it in whatever ya want. Deal?”

[dxsole]

What are you doing here!?

@survivics

@hazetm

@umbrahero

@vaguerdoubts

@dedmerc

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here, huh?” He snaps, sneering at the stranger and looking them up and down. Yes, his motives were sinister and there was to be a murder later on in the evening if his plans went well, but why was there anyone still on the beach at this time?

It was cold, dark, already had been the scene of many unsolved crimes this year alone-- no one in their right mind should be there but him, dammit! “Can’t an old man take a stroll anymore? Without being harassed? Jesus Christ.”