#fuck this tag mercing

[dobbiamo-capire]

Hiiii! Why is charles going to sanremo a bad thing? what is sanremo 🫣

Charles going to Sanremo is bad bc I’m dead.

Btw it’s the most famous singing competition in Italy, the italian grammys basically, and it was there before Eurovision too, which is inspired by it. And it’s also this crazy week where italians are forced to stay up till 3am for 5 days straight so it’s all a delirium.

[homkamiro]

Answering some questions regarding TF2 × MLP AU!!! This crossover absolutely rotted my brain and I can't.stop thinking about it

[bittersweetbeet]

YALL WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THESE OH MY GOD

[drawingroomanguish]

shoutout to tumblr for doing its level best to crunch these to hell

outfits from this lineup I did ages ago. This was supposed to be done ages ago but a bunch of work got in the way

[i3utterflyeffect]

LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN. IMAGINE IF THIS HAPPENED. THERE IS SO MUCH FUCKING POTENTIAL WHEN IT COMES TO KING AND THE ROCKET COMPANY PLEASE IM GOING TO GO INSANEEEEEE.

im calling this king merc au. i'm going to cause infinite pain to everyone involved. please talk to me about this im going to fucking lose my mind if i make this au and then don't get any more ideas

please reblog this i have like. one ava mutual and thats it

[maxedes]

literally so sick of lando always getting driver of the day. it‘s not a popularity contest. he fucked up a pole and isn‘t winning in the probably strongest car on the grid what is he getting dotd for

[mail-me-a-snail]

IT HURRTSSSS FUCKKK

[gophergal]

jumping on the trend. I have never felt so mainstream in my picks

[kinos-fortress-2]

im so sick... draws this fucking guys

[motivation-ga-shinderu]

the price of recognition

[excessivepyromania]

Did you ask for more of my writing? No. But it’s on your page now so here’s some quotes from my for-fun writing about the tf2 mercs

Kind of wholesome quote bonus :)

[homkamiro]

Why can I imagine every merc just pointing at Scout while shouting ‘TWINK’, making sure Scout hears it while looking pathetic

Because it is canon

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

HELLO, I'm back. Here are some out of context doodles of our boys

and also their primary weapons, guess which belongs to who:

[sgtapollo]

Body hcs of the tc2 mercs ‼️‼️‼️‼️

Quick warning because they are only wearing boxers(except for agent, duh)

I had fun doing this and I should probably do the bosses as well

[i3utterflyeffect]

by the way king isn't very keen on watching Victim beat the shit out of Chosen, so he volunteers to 'supervise' SC.

he doesn't actually care that much about keeping them from hurting anyone, and is much more concerned with. y'know. making sure that they don't get hurt and keeping SC calm. because that is a kid he literally met because they really liked minecraft.

also he's less scary than the other mercs but he knows how to be a threat if he wants to <3

btw if you need my writing transcribed you can always check the alt text, sometimes reading handwriting sucks ass

reblogs > likes

[etruatcaelum]

[ @jocundcompany | emerald // cinder ]

The knock comes at an inconvenient time; Cinder, in the midst of plating the dinner they’d ordered up from the hotel kitchen, grits her teeth. If she has to skip a meal because Watts isn’t doing his job, she’ll kill him. Salem and her plans be damned.

Hazel glances at her without moving—a pointed look at her arm, his stoic mask fractured by the trace of a sneer that gives away his revulsion. She gives him an envenomed smile, draws her half-cape around her shoulder to hide all but the pale tips of her claws, and jerks her chin at the door.

He crosses the narrow room to answer it. Giant that he is, he blocks the entrance completely; but Cinder can see from the way his posture alters that it isn’t an innocuous visitor, and then he rumbles, “You,” and she knows.

Abandoning the room service cart, she strides over to set a hand against Hazel’s bicep with a warning pulse of heat; he shifts half a step sideways, and there—

Emerald.

More than a year, it’s been, since the last time she saw either of them. Relief digs in like a splinter of glass, shredding the hard little knot of suspicion that had formed when Salem told her what happened. That Mercury panicked, that his eyes had flared and both he and Emerald fled in the ensuing chaos; by the time Cinder awoke from the feverish haze of shock and pain that had consumed her after Ruby’s ambush, they were long gone.

A small part of her had feared they were dead. Everyone lies, even Salem, and Cinder had not been there. How could she take the witch’s word for it?

But—no matter. Cinder smiles faintly, half-lidding her eye as she studies the girl cowering in the hallway.

“Emerald,” she murmurs. And then, with a tap of her forefinger against Hazel’s arm: “Give us a moment.”

Hazel looks down at her, unimpressed. “She helped that boy escape, after what he did.”

“And I will handle it,” Cinder says calmly, “as I see fit.”

His gaze flicks down to her half-cape. That familiar spasm of disgust is less well-hidden this time, but he only says, “Hm. It’s on your head.”

Cinder smirks after him as he shoulders past Emerald; he plods down the corridor and hangs a left into the stairwell. Headed outside to brood in the drizzle of snow melting through the hard-light dome, then. Good.

“It was,” she says slowly, focusing on Emerald again, “audacious of you to return.” Brow arched, she holds open the door and gestures for the girl to enter; her hand, scabrous and black as midnight, slips out from under the cape. “Come in.”