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i don’t care if the strap is fake im getting him pregnant

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*/ ENDLESS EDITS OF ANYA BARNES : mission logs/training.

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*/ MANIP GRAPHIC FLASH SALE!

As you all likely know , I enjoy making manip gifs and edits for ships and dynamics. I know a lot of us are hurting financially right now , so I'm not asking for a handout or anything , but I would like to offer some 2 image manip edits for you all to enjoy for your ships. You'll get 2 gifs (540x330) that show your ship for $5 usd. You can pick which option you would like when we talk. Please do not feel pressured to help but please know that I would greatly appreciate being able to work for some extra bucks.

EXAMPLES BELOW THE CUT :

EXAMPLE #1 : SCENE MANIP.

EXAMPLE #2 : BLEND EDIT.

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Would anyone be interested in a small commission like $15-$20?

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*/ CAUSE I'M ALREADY HIGH ENOUGH. feat. @ragebuilt & @ontheticktick. do not reblog unless tagged.

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*/ WILSON - BARNES CURRENT FAMILY TREE.

in order : anya barnes , wade wilson , eleanor camacho , winnifred wilson-barnes , steve wilson-barnes. (with @ontheticktick)

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DON’T FUCK WITH MY FREEDOM. I CAME UP TO GET ME SOME. I’M NASTY I’M EVIL

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MUST BE SOMETHIN IN THE WATER. OR CAUSE I’M MY MOTHER’S DAUGHTER.

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*/ DIVE INTO ANYA'S INSTAGRAM : motherhood era.

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𝙃𝙀'𝙎 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿 , 𝙄'𝙈 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙈𝙔 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿. 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 , 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥.

a dynamic moodboard for @ragebuilt (anya) & @ontheticktick (wade)

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@ragebuilt

His breath hitched in his lungs for a second when Anya pointed out with the subtlety of a NUCLEAR BOMB, that he hadn't yet asked about whether or not they were okay after the entire place looked like the remnants of a FUCKING CARPET-BOMBING.

His eyes shifted briefly to the raccoon and then back to Anya. Wade's brain was moving frantically, even by his usual standards, searching for the right thing to say in order to make up for that BIG OLD FOOT HE STUCK IN HIS MOUTH.

"Uh- YEAH, I totally would have asked sooner, but you just look so FINE, I thought it went without saying...or...asking..." He nodded a couple of times as though he were at all confident in what he had just pulled out of his ass, but ultimately the nodding ceased, shifting into Wade shaking his head instead.

"Sorry." Wade leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her nose with a smooch sound that was impossible to ignore. And hopefully that made it impossible to not FORGIVE HIM.

"So, we've got another mouth t' feed. If he doubles as a sidekick though, I think we can all make this work pretty easy. Thought of a name yet?" He paused briefly, seeming to think of something else. "Wait, does he talk or anything? I have some serious beef with a talking raccoon. And a non-talking assassin monkey. But that's a story for another issue."

THE  LIKELINESS  OF  A  RACOON  BEING  ON  THE  SIDE  OF  THE  GANG  ,  but  it  wasn't  like  in  there  life  more  insane  things  hadn't  happened.   Wade  might  have  been  asking  the  real  questions  ,  ┈┈  but  Anya  still  rolled  her  head  and  scoffed  regardless.   Leave  it  to  Wade  to  ask  that  question  over  what  they  were  going  to  do  with  this  racoon  that  wouldn't  leave.         (  she  even  tried  firing  warning  shots  and  the  thing  wouldn't  leave.  )   Not  that  she  had  a  place  that  was  anything  short  of  a  shit  hole  thanks  to  the  hit  they  just  had.

“Pretty  sure  it  was  on  our  side  considering  it's  plan  was  to  hand  me  ammunition.”   She  answered  ,  hearing  a  screeching  sound  from  the  critter  ,  ┈┈  only  to  turn  and  see  it  come  from  around  the  corner  of  the  kitchen  island.  ��      (  having  already  found  where  the  dog  treats  were  hidden.  )   The  box  and  wrapper  obviously  not  a  problem  to  the  woodland  creature.   Causing  Anya  to  roll  her  eyes.   “Sorry  ,  grenade  specifically.   I'm  fine  ,  by  the  way.”

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@ragebuilt

"OOOOOOO!" Wade's eyes widened at the news which he wasn't aware of before. The apartment being shot up was self-evident and also had just happened, obviously. There was a spark of excitement in his eyes, but an instant later, the merc's expression fell.

"Wait...are we SURE the raccoon wasn't part of the attack? They're pretty sneaky..."

“@ontheticktick  ,  our  apartment  is  shot  up…but  looks  like  we  gained  a  raccoon.”

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@cuteepool

"HI PRINCESS!" Wade's voice wasn't loud, but it was enthused, and his hand moved to wave at Ellie in turn, his fingers fluttering with the gesture. It was clear by the way his feet tip-tapped in place for a moment, that he was also refraining from making first contact, no matter how much he wanted to hug her.

Much like the first time he had laid eyes on his daughter, Wade was having a hard time believing that Ellie was really there, absolutely PERFECT IN EVERY WAY, just as she always had been.

Preston was someone that took their job seriously, and when they had made it clear to Wade that they were going to be taking Ellie, and he wasn't going to be receiving another address...he'd carved that part of his heart out of his chest, and accepted what he was being told, for his daughter's sake.

Every cell in his body had wanted to argue that he needed to be in her life, but the harsher voices in his head would remind him that it was HIM that needed ELLIE. She was a bright girl from day one, with a smile that could light up a city block. There was no way that he had anything lasting and positive to offer her. He was an insane monster that didn't have any business being alive, let alone having people making the mistake of caring about him.

No amount of self-loathing could linger for long when she smiled like that at him, though.

"Oh! Right, yeah, we should uh..." The merc whipped his head back and forth, his eyes narrowing threateningly at everyone. He didn't want to do a violence in front of Ellie, if he could help it, not right out of the gate, anyway...

It seemed that, of all of the patrons of the bar, it had been BUCK that had managed to read the scene enough to know that Wade and his daughter needed the space to talk. The large man took a step forward from the crowd.

"YOU HEARD 'EM!" Buck's voice commanded the room as he looked out to everyone. "Scram, get th' fuck outta here!" He made a firm sweeping gesture towards the door. "Move it!"

Much to Wade's surprise, there was a muttering of complaints and some harsh shoves of chairs back against tables as they cleared out, but the mercs DID leave. When Buck turned to Weasel, the bar's owner went from confused, to INSULTED.

"I'm not going anywhere, it's my fuckin' bar-"

Before Weasel could finish his complaint though, Buck's fist made contact with his face in a sucker punch that knocked his lights out. The large assailant slung the bartender over his shoulder and looked to Wade with a nod, leaving him still slightly bewildered as he turned and walked towards the exit.

"Now THAT is how you improv, Buck! I'm so proud of you!" Wade clapped his hands in the empty bar and shook his head. "Bravo! This is gonna put you in th' running for Best Supporting Brute."

At last, Wade and Ellie were alone, and he wasted no time in pulling up two chairs to a table, taking off his own backpack and setting it on the table.

"So! First order of business..." He held his arms open. "If we don't pay the hug tax, the IRS WILL hunt us down. I've lost friends like that."

The last time that he had seen Ellie...well, the memory of it was burned into his brain permanently. Preston had pulled him aside at Ellie's birthday party after they had all watched the young girl opening her gifts. While the SHIELD operative had been as GENTLE as they were capable of being, there was no good way to tell a guy that he needed to keep an even FURTHER DISTANCE from his daughter than he had been already.

Wade was no idiot, despite what most people would believe. He was keenly aware of the fact that he had a lot of enemies. Of course, Wade himself never really worried about those foes coming home to roost, since he himself was IMMORTAL. When there had been a close enough call that Ellie genuinely had a target painted on her back. Wade had managed to dispatch the motherfucker from LIFE, but that didn't change the fact that his baby girl had been in the line of fire that existed as a constant in his life.

He wasn't sure yet why she was there...but she was, and he just wanted to give his daughter a hug.

YEAH  ,  SHE  WAS  SURE  SHE  WAS  IN  THE  RIGHT  PLACE  NOW.   And  not  just  because  she  was  so  sure  that  her  GPS  worked.         (  but  because  going  off  what  preston  said  about  her  dad's  friends  ..  this  was  definitely  the  right  place.  )   Brow  arched  in  surprise  when  he  revealed  he  was  sober.   Shame  for  him  ,  ┈┈  especially  if  he  was  owner  of  this  place.   An  uneasy  smile  was  offered  none  the  less  ,  he  still  might  be  able  to  help  her  find  her  dad  after  all.

While  his  assessment  of  her  dad  wasn't  wrong  ,  ┈┈  Ellie  couldn't  help  but  roll  her  eyes  at  the  rather  mature  description.   Starting  to  see  Preston's  reasons  for  cutting  contact  with  Wade  and  Ellie  a  little  more  here  and  there.   But  her  brow  did  furrow  a  bit  when  he  questioned  how  she  got  in.   “  Didn't  really  duck  in  so  much  as  just  walked  through  the  door.   By  the  way  ,  you  have  like  no  security  and  you  should  really  look  into  that.  ”

Woah  woah  woah!   Slow  down  Ellie.   ADHD  be  damned  ,         (  she  was  here  to  find  wade  not  dissect  this  guys  business  practice.  )   Before  she  could  round  back  to  his  rather  opinionated  but  true  assessment  of  her  dad's  parenting  style  ,  ┈┈  the  bar  erupted  in  a  commotion  that  was  only  fitting  of  …  well  a  Wilson.   And  just  like  how  she  remembered  him  too.

Eyes  went  wide  all  through  the  bar  ,  Ellie's  included  when  the  red  and  black  clad  merc  mad  his  rather  loud  entrance.   Nostalgia  pulled  at  her  heartstrings  ,  ┈┈  causing  a  little  giggle  when  his  very  real  threat  was  made  known.   Him  leaving  had  hurt  ,         (  and  was  admittedly  harder  than  she  would  have  ever  expected  ..  even  after  it  was  all  said  and  done.  )   but  for  just  a  moment  ,  ┈┈  Ellie  couldn't  help  but  smile  a  real  smile  since  Preston  had  gone  missing.   The  rest  of  the  occupants  of  the  bar  looked  at  the  father  and  daughter.   Clear  this  wasn't  for  them  ,  ┈┈  but  all  seemingly  unable  to  look  away  from  the  two  as  Ellie  realized  the  audience  they  were  holding.

“  Hi  Daddy!  ”   She  offered  in  her  typical  chipper  fashion.   Backpack  on  her  back  bouncing  as  she  raised  a  hand  to  wave  energetically  back  at  him.   She  should  probably  hug  him  ,  ┈┈  or  maybe  she  shouldn't  just  yet.   “  Mind  if  we  talk?  ”  She  asked  in  a  quieter  tone  ,  ┈┈  eyes  darting  around  the  other  men  in  the  bar  before  landing  on  him.   “  Without  the  audience  maybe?  ” 

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@cuteepool

In terms of the level of RESPECT that Weasel received in his life...well, he'd never really bothered to set high standards. He almost felt like the act of getting to know people better was something he couldn't be genuinely bothered to do. As a result, he coasted through life with just enough human interaction to keep him legally sane.

So, someone less than half of his age coming up to him and immediately inquiring about one of the more infamous mercs that he associated with, after ordering a SODA POP that one could get at literally any shop in the world...it wasn't a shock. Just another day in his life.

"Unfortunately, I'm not stoned. And more unfortunately, yes, I know th' guy. Thankfully the only person like Wade is WADE. One of a kind dick hole. And not the glory kind." Weasel reached for a glass before grabbing a root beer from the fridge, throwing some ice in the glass, and pouring the soda in before handing it over to her.

"Aren't you a little young and perky t' be duckin' into seedy dive bars an' lookin' for creeps with a wrap sheet? I'm no dad, but I'd venture t' say yours ain't doin' his job-..."

There was a sudden crash that came from the other side of the bar, near the entrance. That was followed by a domino effect of various men within the bar being shoved this way and that, a ruckus beginning to erupt in retaliation.

"GET OUTTA MY WAY, YOU MOUTH-BREATHING, DEGENERATE SKID-MARKS! I WILL END YOUR FREAKING BLOODLINES! MOOOOVE!"

At last, the cause of the chaos made himself seen. The man inhaled a gasp as he got a better look at the young lady, and the way his eyes welled up was really fucking irritating with his mask on, but he couldn't care less in that instant. He had seen that backpack from across the bar, and every accessory was a keepsake that Wade remembered even after so many years.

"Sweet Mother of Biblically Accurate Brown Jesus..." Wade took a couple of small steps closer to the young lady that he hadn't seen in about a decade.

"Ellie-Bellie...is that really you?" There had been a hush that had settled over the establishment, as even the scum-lords in there seemed to comprehend that this wasn't something to trifle with or interrupt. Not if they enjoyed BEING ALIVE.

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ELLIE  COULDN'T  REMEMBER  THE  LAST  TIME  SHE  SAW  HER  DAD.   Actually  ,  that  was  a  lie.   She  could  remember  the  exact  last  time  she  had  seen  Wade  Wilson.   It  was  at  her  eighth  birthday  party.   Preston  had  invited  him  ,  ┈┈  and  just  like  every  year  he  showed  up  with  gift  in  hand  and  ready  to  be  the  life  of  the  party.         (  the  following  day  was  the  day  preston  explained  that  wade  wouldn't  be  coming  back  around  as  much.  )   First  her  mom  ,  and  now  her  dad  too.   Sure  he  hadn't  ever  been  the  most  present  dad  in  the  world  …  but  he  was  still  there  sometimes.

That  was  nine  years  before  the  closest  thing  she  had  to  a  parent  went  missing.   Nobody  knew  anything  ,  ┈┈  or  they  weren't  telling  her  what  they  knew  about  the  missing  SHIELD  agent.   Ellie  had  always  been  smart  ,         (  and  knew  right  away  that  this  was  no  coincidence.  )   And  if  these  people  weren't  going  to  give  her  the  information  she  needed  …  She'd  go  to  the  only  other  person  she  knew  who  would  be  able  to  find  them.

She  just  had  to  find  HIM.

Luckily  for  her  ,  ┈┈  Wade  Wilson  had  a  tendency  to  stick  out  like  a  big  red  sore  thumb.   It  sure  did  help  when  the  guy  you  were  trying  to  find  had  been  doing  everything  in  his  power  to  get  noticed  by  the  BIG  SHOT  HEROES  as  Ellie  so  affectionately  called  them.         (  maybe  they  might  be  the  better  people  to  call  for  this  one.  )   But  who  was  she  kidding  ,  ┈┈  they  probably  wouldn't  even  give  her  the  time  of  day.   Fifty  two  hours  and  two  bus  rides  later  ,  she  found  herself  sitting  outside  Sister  Margarete's.   Wasn't  any  place  for  a  kid  ,  ┈┈  but  this  was  where  her  phone  took  her  to  when  she  rewired  it  to  track  Wade  down.   Clutching  the  strap  of  her  bag  ,  she  took  in  a  deep  breath  and  pushed  the  door  of  the  bar  open  and  made  a  straight  line  for  the  bar.

The  place  seemed  …  sleepy.   Like  this  place  never  saw  a  fresh  face  in  the  whole  time  it  had  been  open.   She  looked  around  ,  clocking  the  couple  of  guys  in  the  corner  who  seemed  to  noticed  she  didn't  look  like  the  normal  crowd  that  frequented  this  place.   Stopping  on  her  way  to  the  bar  ,         (  she  offered  a  sarcastic  wave  reminiscent  of  none  other  than  her  dad  before  climbing  into  the  stool.  )

“  Virgin Root Beer. And I'm  lookin  for  Wade  Wilson?   Goes  by  Deadpool.   Y'know  anyone  like  him  Stoner  Jay?  ”   The  teenager  gave  a  nod  to  the  bartender  ,  ┈┈  an  un  amused  look  on  her  face  at  his  general  appearance.   She  assumed  he  was  the  owner  though  ,  and  if  anyone  was  gonna  know  where  Deadpool  was  ,  it  was  probably  him.

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ENDLESS PICS OF ELLIE CAMACHO : ┈┈ mutuals my interact & reblog. roleplay blogs only please.

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" DADDY ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? " " SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP HIM!! " " I THINK MY DAD'S GONE CRAZY! "

CUTEEPOOL. IS A PRIVATE , MUTUALS ONLY ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR ELEANOR "ELLIE" CAMCHO , ALSO KNOWN AS THE NEW DEADPOOL. THIS BLOG IS INSPIRED BY MARVEL COMICS , BUT ULTIMATELY LEANS ON A MIX OF MEDIA AS WELL AS HEADCANONS. PENNED BY JJ.

AM I THE ONLY @#&$!^% ONE WHO'S NORMAL ANYMORE?!

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"Pretty sure that's on the list of do not do's."

"You are SO RIGHT, Ellie-Bellie." Wade nodded a couple of times in approval. "The House of Mouse explicitly told me that under no circumstances am I to raid a drug den in a foreign country that's been bought and paid for by the US Government in order to destabilize communities and make them more malleable to political division..."

Wade grabbed his mask as the final part of his ensemble, slipping it over his face and adjusting it, before holding up his index finger for emphasis and speaking once more.

"BUT...that was before those backstabbing, pearl-clutching LINT-LICKERS decided to let a very handsome man in his thirties not only talk about, but show him doing METH, while wearing a CHICKEN SUIT and broke bad all over people. Not only did they let golden boy get away with ALL OF THAT, he still got to be HOT in the end."

The merc reached for his Hello Kitty backpack and tightened the straps on his shoulders dramatically.

"So as recompense, they're gonna let me have some father-daughter MAIM AND SLAUGHTER.