#g/t merc-

[scrunckled-idiot]

Merasmus reluctantly letting a group of tinies sleep with him (he secretly thinks this is the best therapy he'll ever get) (their tiny snores soothe him)

YEEEEEEEEEEEES YES YESYES YES YES MY FAVORATE OLD MAN EHEHEHEHEH YEEEEEEY SOMEONE REQUESTED MY SUGA DADDEH!!! :D i love this old man

he's beginning to take a liking to the mercs little pests.

bonus (ducks)+

(also idk what's up with models pupils they just like that ig.)

[boltwrites]

I need a Logan/Wade/Reader fic where reader is dating Wade (before movie) and meets Logan, sees how he acts with Wade, and makes a ton of “just fuck already” jokes that Wade (ofc) encourages and it pisses Logan off until he does one day (reader included lol) 😏

A/N: i'm going to have to make a part 2 for this, since this is pretty much solely humor and reader making fun of wade and logan. i will be making a part 2 for the smut, though. mark my fucking words.

some things to note: reader is stated as polyamorous and LGBT (no specific label is mentioned). also, lots of sex jokes and fourth wall breaks lmao.

You were used to Wade bringing around some strange characters. Usually, they thought he had drugs or something (which he did, most of the time. Until they all mysteriously went missing right before his birthday party. Almost like his unsavory lifestyle was suddenly sanitized for wider consumption. Hm. Weird.) Sometimes they wanted money - other times it seemed more likely that Wade was holding them for ransom and relapsing into his merc days. But that wasn't really your business.

The point to your opening statement was: you didn't really want to fuck Wade's friends. Astonishing, really - you went to high school with a group of weird kids that all turned out to be some flavor of L,G,B or T and as such, you either wanted to or did fuck most of them. But Wade's friends? They just lacked a little something-something. Al was too old and too high most of the time. Yukio and her gruff girlfriend were far too young for you. Colossus was too Russian. Vanessa was Wade's ex - which would have been hot, honestly - but you weren't the biggest fan of how the two of them handled the post-breakup, and therefore she was off limits. But Peter... maybe...?

No. No, if you fucked Peter, Wade would never let you hear the end of it.

So, you were typically relegated to Wade, and Wade alone, which was more than fine by you. That insane healing factor meant the man could go all night, and he was naturally (or, unnaturally. Mutantly?) ribbed for your pleasure. Nice.

So when he came back from his most recent world-saving (multiverse saving?) adventure, you expected him to bring back maybe some kind of bright-eyed teenage sidekick, or a wacky off-the-wall team up, like Dopinder.

Ah, right, Dopinder. God, you would have fucked him. Sadly, the man was staunchly monogamous like some kind of fucking freak.

Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, when you walked into Wade's unbirthday party? He had company. And the company? Hot. Old. Man.

Oh no. Your fucking weakness.

You'd really never forgive Wade for evaporating Cable before you had a chance with him.

Maybe this was his make-up present.

And said present - or, man, shouldn't objectify - could not take his damn eyes off Wade. Glaring at him, huffing a little half-chuckle when Wade insulted someone with a joke, rolling his eyes as Wade recounted some story of their conquests with exaggerated arm movements and wild, unnecessary additions.

Oh my god. Oh my god? Did Wade fuck him before you could? That bitch!

You scoffed to yourself as you threw your jacket on the coat rack - or was that Peter? Who gives a shit. You were on a mission. You sauntered straight up to Wade, no greeting or preamble, and tossed your arm around his shoulders, setting your ass down right in his lap.

"Oh, hell yeah! There's my sugar ass-" Wade grinned at you, and you just rolled your eyes and planted a big kiss on his bald forehead. Thank god, he'd stopped wearing that dumbass hair. It made him look like a social studies teacher. And not a good one - like one of the ones that just took the job so that he could coach the JV boy's soccer team, and he's not even very good at that. Anyway.

Wade wrapped an arm around you, and you adjusted yourself on his lap, hazarding a glance over at the man sitting next to him. His eyes flit from Wade to you, then to Wade again, brow scrunched a little closer together than when you'd first seen him.

"Wolvie, meet my little discord kitten. And you-" he broke the fourth wall, just to look you straight in the eyes. "This, is the big bad wolf. Er-ine. Yeah. Yeah, that works."

"Wade," you replied, trying not to think about the fact that he just looked into your eyes like you were a camera on the Office. "You never told me you were bringing home a third. I would have brought the nice strap."

The man - Wolvie? Wolverine? Whatever - choked on his beer, and shot Wade a confused, accusatory glare.

"What about the-"

Wolvie gestured in the direction of Vanessa, and Wade's eyes widened, his mouth actually fell open. And this time, it wasn't fake or sarcastic shock, but actual, genuine emotion.

"Oh, no no no - that metal skull of yours really is dense, isn't it, peanut?" He knocked on Wolvie's forehead with way more force than he would use on any normal human, and the man batted Wade's hand away like a pissy tom cat, lip curled over his teeth in a growl.

That was. Hot. Ok.

Wade continued talking anyway - as he always did.

"No, Vanessa? Lovely lady, don't get me wrong - but that ship sailed loooong ago, my temporally-challenged friend," Wade sighed, squeezing the arm that was around your shoulder. "No - that relationship was, as the kids say - 'lacking in communication and emotional openness' - oh, and she made me feel like chicken shit for not being a superhero!"

"Babe, you did that to yourself," you shook your head at him. Really - Vanessa and Wade had just grown apart. She'd looked into more gainful employment, and Wade had followed, struggling to integrate into whatever the fuck "proper" society was. What really happened was that Wade blamed himself for her death and tied way too much of his self-worth to their relationship. And Vanessa - well, she just didn't feel safe with him anymore. It wasn't her fault; it was the PTSD. But it still hurt him. It was better for the both of them to part ways. You always knew Wade still held a torch for her, but you didn't mind much in a relationship sense. You were polyamorous - your man loving multiple people didn't bother you. What did matter was the fact that for Wade's mental health - or what little of it remained - he shouldn't be trying to get with that woman again.

"Yeah! I know! I was getting to that - shh," he pressed a finger to your lips and you kissed it, which made him go "aww" before returning to his rambling. "Anyway, while I was on this beautiful journey of self-discovery, I realized so many things, buttercup."

He sighed, cupping your cheek. "The Avengers are absolute booty ass - without their mainstay former drug addict, I'm afraid they lost out on the crowd of little white girls that want to fuck older men, and we all know that demographic is vital to the longevity of a franchise. Furthermore, the Honda Odyssey fucks hard, which means I have to re-examine my vehicle-related inherent biases. Oh, and also - I'm not a hero. Can't pretend to be some kind of 'normie.' So I'd rather be a freak with the rest of the rejects."

Wade gestured to the rest of the party, and your grin widened, arms wrapping tight around his neck and pulling him in for a stupid, sloppy kiss. God, that's what you'd been trying to tell him for goddamn ages. Thank fuck, the whole multiverse just had to be threatened for him to realize it. You should have expected it - that's just kind of how men are.

Wolverine cleared his throat, and you pulled away, patting Wade on the chest. The older man looked at the both of you with trepidation, like he might be interrupting something. Your heart skipped a little - he really did like Wade, didn't he? Well -

"That's great, baby," you patted Wade's cheek. "Glad you had to experience whatever is closest to death for you to realize what's really important. That's so incredibly healthy and absolutely viable in the long-term."

Wolvie chuckled, grinning at both you and your boyfriend. Oh no - not only was he hot, he was pretty. That stupid little cat ear hair wasn't helping, especially not when he was laughing at your joke.

You took the opportunity to raise your leg just enough to brush your calf along the inside of his knee, and his eyes immediately flicked to yours, smile faltering as he calculated whether to lean into it or shy away.

"Thank you, I so appreciate you, baby-boo-" Wade nuzzles his nose against your cheek and you giggled, biting your lip to quell your laugh as you tried to watch both boys. "But if I remember correctly, before we went on this plot-hole addressing rant, you said something about the good strap?"

He waggled his hairless brows, and your gaze flicked between the two of them again - Wade, eager and grinning; Wolvie, tense and most certainly blushing.

"Yeah," you sighed dramatically, waving your hand in the direction of the refreshments table. "Unfortunately, the food at this party isn't bottom friendly. Shame."

"Fuck!" Wade cursed, head snapping forward in frustration. "I knew Peter forgot something! That insensitive metrosexual!"

You snorted, shook your head as your gaze pulled to Wolverine, you dragged your leg just a little higher.

"Oh, don't worry about it. If your friend here wants, we could recreate your favorite Lonely Island music video."

Said friend's brow knit, his jaw clenched as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, as if you'd translate your Wade-speak for him.

Thankfully, your boyfriend did it for you, with an exaggerated gasp for comedic effect.

"3-Way (The Golden Rule) (Featuring Lady Gaga & Justin Timberlake)?" He cried, leaning over so that he could smush his face closer to yours. You waggled your eyebrows suggestively.

He all but squealed, kicking his feet to the point where he almost launched you straight out of his lap.

"You hear that, Logan-boy? It won't even be gay - with a honey in the middle there's some leeway," he gestured to you dramatically, jazz-hands and all.

"It might be a little gay," you whispered in Wolvie - Logan's? - direction.

Either way, it seemed like something one of you said made the poor man short-circuit. He was just looking at the two of you like Wade was regrowing a baby head.

"It is, like, a genuine offer," you clarified for him. "We're not fucking with you - well. Wade's always fucking around."

"Oh, but I am so serious about this, babygirl. Wanna find out if that 207th bone is also adamantine, let me tell you-"

"Shut your whore mouth," Logan hissed at Wade, and you heard the man's teeth click as Wade's jaw snapped shut. What?

"Hey, did he just listen to you when you told him to shut up?"

Logan raised an eyebrow, but gave you a curt nod as answer. Your head whipped from one man to the other.

"You two definitely fucked already!"

"Oh-"

"What did he tell you?" You cut in, finger raised as Wade tried to speak. His eyes widened, and his lips closed like he had no control over them. Your jaw fell open. You turned to Logan like he was some kind of evil sex magician. Which - maybe he was. Or maybe that was a different man from the same movie that no one knows how to write because someone actually gave him an accurate accent. How would you know?

"We didn't fuck," Logan clarified. "We fought. Hard."

"It was the only way around the Hays Code censor!" Wade cut in, words spilling out like he only had a few seconds before Logan shot him another look that had his mouth shutting and his pants tightening.

You rolled your eyes. "Sweetie, the Hays Code was abolished in 1968," you patted his cheek like you were talking to a child.

"Tell that to the mouse!"

"Well," you did your best to get this trainwreck back on track. "Anyway. What do you think, hmm?"

You directed your question at Logan-Wolvie-Wolverine. It was so hard to learn somebody's actual name when Wade just threw nicknames out like candy.

But still, the man frowned, lips pursed as he considered the proposition. His lips twitches as he swirled the bottle of beer in his hand, like he could find the answers in the foam that swelled there. He shook his head, then took a sip, smacking an "ah" before the bottle hit the table with a thump.

"Eh. What the hell."

Oh. Fuck. Yes.

[papil0nglegs]

Can I request tf2 mercs with a reader who is literally the Embodiment of >:3, like reader will hide spy's knife in a different mercs room, leave a singular finger mark on heavy's weapon, replace demoman's skrumpy with coffee, ect ect. Basically reader is a little sh!t and loves to tease the mercs (the reader is basically a cat who's only Purpose is to make the mercs have tiny Inconveniences on the daily)

So unkawaii of you.. 🍡

Tf2 x reader

A/n: hi g🍅🍅🍅🍅 owww stop it 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅stop pls🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅a🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅I just wanted to🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅say h🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅i🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅im sorryr🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅stopitp🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅ls

Warnings: Piss drinking, ‘I’m a minor’

They’re all this close 🤏 to executing you. Can you blame them? You’re a menace!!

Your antics were first just “you so crazy girl!!!” To “you’re fucking insane.”

You do the absolute most, you can’t just touch heavy’s gun and leave it at that! You have to grab a bunch of Lisa Frank stickers and decorate poor Sasha

“Holy fuck y/n what the hell did you do..”

“What? It looks better.”

Once heavy entered battle he noticed people snickering at him, that was when he noticed all the cute stickers on Sasha

Yeah you’re as good as dead

They will never let you near a phone again, once scouts MOM called the base and you just happen to be right next to it..

“Hello?”

“Hi!! I’m Jeremy’s mom just calling to see if he’s doing okay”

“No he died sorry” click

2hours later

“WHO THE FUCK TOLD MY MA I DIED??”

Sometimes the beef at the base isn’t about you, so you have to make it about you

‘a bunch of screaming’

“AHHHHHHH”

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU SCREAMIN’ FOR?”

“idk I’m going to sleep”

UnSpiking beer>>>

You can replace it with coffee ORRRR, grab one of snipers jars yes we’re going there

“Y/n, you low down scallop.”

“Why are you blaming me? Snipers the one who pisses in jars!!”

The gaslighting is unreal when it comes to you, no one is safe from your manipulation

Esp on the enemy team, you’d pretend to be hurt and immediately shoot them

“Ow you broke my fucking nose asshat!!”

“Shoot uhh, hey I know I’m not supposed to do this bu-“

“Sike” 💥

Belittling the mercs is also fun, you’d randomly pinch their cheeks or scratch their ear like their some dog to really get them mad

But as soon as one lays a finger on you all hell breaks lose

“Nice job out there private!!” Back pat

“STOP TOUCHING ME, I DIDN’T GIVE CONSENT. IM A MINOR, A MINOR.”

😣..

You fuck with scouts relationships sm, imagine calling into Ms paulings phone and acting like ur his sidepiece

“Hello?”

“ARE YOU THE WHORE MY BOYFRIEND JEREMY IS HOOKING UP WITH?

“What?”

“YOU BETTER PLAN YOUR FUNERAL NOW CUZ GIRL TRUST YOU WILL BE DEALT WITH.”

Then you casually watch a scout and Pauling fight over something you started like

[itsagrimm]

Wegbier

Translation: a beer for the road. It’s the drink (often a beer but other drinks like Clubmate or Almdudler for those that don’t drink alcohol are also common) one takes with them when wandering from one space to another while out with friends. And I literally mean wandering. It’s not a drinking while driving thing but a drinking while walking or using the public transport thing.

CN mentions of alcohol and drinking, theft, reader gets lifted up (hold on tight, spidermonkey!), drunk König

Summary: You are walking home with your boyfriend after a night out and cause havoc.

For legal reasons this is a joke.

König X gn reader

1,2 k words

Song that fits this: The Cure – The Lovecats

It was night. Or morning. Somewhere in between when it was hard to tell. You had missed the train to get back into town and instead of waiting for the replacing night bus, you had allowed König to talk you into walking.

“Come on!”, he called back over his shoulder. His long strides made him leave you behind ever 5 minutes and he had to turn around and wait for you to catch up.

“I don’t want to walk anymore!”, you lamented, tired from spending the last hours out with friends and enjoying the summer night at the lake.

“Leave me here, just let me sleep in the woods.”, you gasped dramatically, “That fallen tree with the moss over there looks so cosy.”

He starred into the woods, “That tree looks rotten.”

You suppressed a yawn and took a sip from your Wegbier before dragging yourself on. “Alright, nevermind. Off wandering home, we go. Through the dark hours of the night.”

König chuckled, “Since when are you so dramatic?”

“Since when are you so keen on walking everywhere?”

Another chuckle. “It’s not even 2 kilometres. You are just too used to cars. Less whining, more walking.”

“Easy for you to say, König. You take a step and you already have made about half of that distance.”

“That’s an…”, he paused and took a sip from his Wegbier before continuing while searching for the word, “…exaggeration. That’s the English word. Exaggeration. You exaggerate. For the dramatic effect.”

It was your turn to chuckle.

The evening and the alcohol had turned you into an overdramatic tipsy mess.

But it had turned König into the unfiltered version of himself, laying every thought bare with delightful simplicity.

Your visit in König’s hometown had been fun. It showed you a playful side in him when he joked around with his family, showed you places he loved, or taught you new german words until your head spun from the confusing grammar and unfamiliar pronunciations.

A more surprising thing to you, however, was the amount of walking.

To the store.

To friends.

The odd habit of having to leave the house at least once a day for a little walk like an animal stalking their territory.

And now you walked home with your boyfriend.

At least he walked. You needed a break.

“Come on! We nearly made it”, he called once again before stopping in his tracks and started laughing.

It was a gremlin laugh. One of those laughs followed up by either something very funny or very concerning.

You stared, slightly confused, and finished your beer before putting it next to a trash can for easier access to whoever collected the trash. Another habit König had taught you.

“What is it?”, you called and caught up with your boyfriend, following his stare onto the other side of the street.

“I need this.”, he growled.

“What?”

He nodded into the direction of one of the signs at the side of the road.

You squinted your eyes to see better despite the twilight and the distance to the sign.

K-Ö-N-I-G-S-S-T-R-A-S-S-E.

Your slow, tired and intoxicated brain needed a moment before finally gluing together the letters and translating the word.

Königsstrasse.

Kingstreet.

The street sign displayed your boyfriends callsign.

He laughed again and finished his beer.

“You in?”

You turned to him. “You mean, stealing it?”

He shrugged.

“Yeah. It’s fairly dirty. It will be replaced soon anyway.”

“Awww,”, you teased, “Are you, an active mercenary, trying to justify your crimes? No need, I’m in.”

He nodded as if only half listening and already planning the heist while finishing his own beer and leaving it next to yours at the trash can.

You looked around. A bit off from you there were a couple of houses, dark and silent as its inhabitants likely were deep asleep at this time. The street was empty. And above you a sole nightingale had started to sing.

Determined to get that sign, you crossed the street.

It was up high. Very high.

You jumped, trying to touch it only to miss it by a couple of centimetres.

“There is an easier way.”, König rasped, appearing out of thin air right behind you like a lynx before grabbing you and putting you onto his shoulders.

“Woah!”, you cried out in surprise, “A warning, next time please?”

“Next time? Do you think we are making this a habit, Mausi?”

You giggled at the sound of the pet name and started to feel the street sign for any way to remove the board from the pole.

“Shit!”, you cursed, “We need a screwdriver. Or a socket wrench.”

“A what?”

“A socket wrench.” You made a few cracking sounds to imitate a socket wrench while circling your hands like using… well, a wrench.

“Ah”, was all your boyfriend did while fumbling at his belt underneath you.

You grabbed the sign to steady yourself and grimaced. It really was dirty.

“Try this.”, König passed you his multi tool, “Try the screwdriver on the left side.

You mumbled a few curses while trying to see and get out the right piece of the multi tool in the twilight.

“Got it.”, you finally whispered after having cut yourself nearly twice while fumbling with the tool, “Why do you even have that with you, König?”

“To steal shit and cause havoc of course”, he replied without hesitation.

“Ah-a”, you replied while working on dislodging the sign. It took you a few tries but König hardly swayed underneath you or complained about your weight while you worked on securing the trophy.

“I have it.”, you finally declared and pulled the sign free.

“Is it heavy?”

“No, König, I can hold it. Just let me get down.”

Another of those gremlin snickers escaped your boyfriend as he stepped away from the pole and started walking into the direction of the town.

“What are you doing!”, you cried, trying to hold onto him with the multitool in one hand and the in spiderwebs and dirt covered huge sign in your other.

“I���m carrying you home. You didn’t want to walk anyway, and I’m tired of waiting for you, Mausi.”

“Fucking hell.”, you cursed while grabbing onto his head for balance.

XXX

Epilogue

It was past midday as you woke up. König was snoring peacefully next to you with the pillow over his head to keep out the light.

Still feeling sleepy but not tired enough to get up yet, you turned – and stilled.

Next to the bed was a sign.

A huge streetsign.

You elbowed König and he groaned in protest.

“What is it?”, he grumbled.

“Exactly. What is this?”

With a sheepish look he looked over you.

“Huh, Mausi. That looks like a night's out yield.”

[kamwashere]

spideypool fic rec list please!!!!

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) by Sarah_Sandwich [T, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 72K]

He sighs from where he’s prone, arms akimbo, and roof gravel digging into his spine. “I lost my job. My… other job. The one that actually pays the bills.” He doesn’t want to dwell on why he’s telling Deadpool of all people. Surely it has nothing to do with his desperate lack of friends. MJ is in California chasing her dreams, Harry’s undergoing treatment for his mental health and isn’t allowed visitors (not that it matters since they blacklisted Peter after last time), and Gwen… Well. And it’s not like he can talk to Aunt May without her worrying about him starving to death under a bridge or something so… Deadpool it is. Man, when did his life get this pathetic. OR: The one where Peter and Wade are literal soulmates but don't realize it for literal years because they're literal idiots.

✦ kam's notes: My favoritest SMDP fic. It’s a soulmate au and it has one of the best characterizations of Peter and Wade. It burns so slow and so good. My favorite thing about this fic is how unique but somehow familiar this universe is. Peter is bad at being an adult and Wade is larger than life. I love the transition from strangers to friends to best friends to partners to roommates to soulmates/heartmates to lovers. I could not recommend this enough. 

Peter Parker's Home for the Wayward Villain by BeanieBaby [T, 90K]

A really long redemption story.

✦ kam's notes: The mother of all SMDP fics, in my opinion. It’s spideypool + a lot of fun side couples and cameos. Peter is Tony’s adopted son and he has no powers. He adopts a bunch of villains like Loki and Magneto. So fun and one of the first SMDP fics I’ve ever read!

Quackery by CAPSING [M, 3K]

In a world where the first words your soulmate will say to you appear on your left wrist at your tenth birthday, Peter gets the short end of the stick.

✦ kam's notes: It’s not a Spideypool fic rec list if there are no works by CAPSING. It’s a soulmate AU where Peter gets a duck-related soulmate mark. It’s funny and light-hearted, but with Deadpool-typical angst.

you grow up and you lose touch by scarlett_starlett [M, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 52K]

Peter always thought that when he had kids, there would be someone by his side. Instead, he has a mouthy mercenary acting as a chef every night for him and his newly adopted son and a narcissistic billionaire philanthropist paying child support on the sly. But Peter figures it isn’t all bad, especially when Miles loses that dullness in his eyes whenever Wade slips on the banana peels he ‘strategically’ places all over the apartment for Peter as a joke.

✦ kam's notes: Normally don’t like a kidfic but this one is too adorable not add. Peter and Wade co-parenting/co-mentoring Miles! Love the dynamic between Wade and Miles, it’s so silly.

TheRealDeadpool posted by JessJesstheBest [T, 6K]

Carly Shep @Spider-butt Sooo… has anyone else noticed how cozy Spider-Man and the Merc with a Mouth seem to be lately? (14 retweets, 74 likes) Or the Isn't it Bromantic comic run from the perspective of in-universe social media

✦ kam's notes: What it says on the summary. Very cracky and sweet. I like the outsider POV element of this.

BF(F) by HexxBunny [T, 10K]

Five times people thought Wade and Peter were a couple which, seriously, where did they get that from? They are not a couple, stop asking. They are just friends now, and did plenty of friend stuff. Like kissing.

✦ kam's notes: Peter being in denial: the fic. It’s very fluffy. A lot of kissing. The Avengers make an apperance. 

Pizza Parker, Booty Double by vulcanhighblood [G, 1K]

The pizza delivery boy has hips that don't lie, and a booty belonging to Spider-Man. All Wade has to do now is find proof that Peter is the webbed wonder...

✦ kam's notes: The famous “Deadpool recognized Peter outside the suit based on his ass” fic. There are some dubiously-consensual groping but it’s all in very good fun.

that's all it is, man by scarlett_starlett [T, 5K]

"It’s just a leap of faith. That's all it is." (or: Peter B. Parker returns to his New York and actually believes that he won’t mess it up again; not this time, not with him. WARNING: Spoilers for the Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse movie. Read with caution.

✦ kam's notes: Another scarlett_starlett fic! Possibly the best Peter B. Parker/Wade Wilson fic, in my opinion. I love love love their dynamic in this. The banter is 10/10. Wade gives  some much-needed appreciation for Peter B’s dad bod. 

Parallel Horizons by mokuyoubi [E, 10K]

When Peter B Parker enters the collider again to return to his own dimension, he’s dumped out a week into the future, but still in Miles’ universe. Repeated attempts to return home only speed up the damage done to his body by the glitches, and leave him stranded 2 years in the future. Enter Deadpool, who’s seen a lot of versions of Spider-Man, but never one so in need of a friend. He vows to save Peter’s life, whether he likes it or not. Along with Miles and Gwen, they work to repair the damage, and find out what’s keeping Peter from being able to return home. And maybe Peter finds he has more in common with the strange Merc than he could have anticipated.

✦ kam's notes: Another Peter B./Wade fic. Wade is very helpful and charming, how could Peter not fall for him? The other Spideys also make a cameo. Some Liv/May crumbs in here, too.

liminal spaces by brawlite [Series, M, 18K, Unfinished]

New York City is full of liminal spaces. Somehow, Peter always seems to find Wade in them.

✦ kam's notes: This one is technically a series. There are three works in here and they’re all so good. I love how intimate these fics feel and there are some great Peter retrospectives here. 

an itch you can't scratch by jilliancares [G, 8K]

5 times Wade bumps into Peter Parker + 1 time he realizes Peter Parker is Spider-Man.

✦ kam's notes: Oh my God, this one! Wade keeps meeting Peter and keeps feeling like he’s forgetting something. The moment he realizes is my favorite part of this fic. Definitely recommend!

Another Trip Around the Sun by isaDanCurtisproduction [M, 31K]

Peter likes Wade. A lot. Like-likes him. But this is a problem, see? Because Wade has no idea who is behind the Spiderman mask. And then they go to a New Years Eve Party hosted by Tony Stark, get completely wasted, and suddenly this does not seem to be nearly as much of a problem as Peter originally thought. Because Peter always makes the best decisions while drunk, don't you know? Especially when his decision involves getting into Deadpool's pants.

✦ kam's notes: The miscommunication fic to end all the other miscommunication fics. Frustrating, sexy, and a little angsty! 

Halo by Pancake22 [T, 5K]

Convinced that Spider-Man is hiding in plain sight as an employee at Parker Industries, Deadpool explores the building in hopes of spotting his friend amongst the sea of corporate drones. All to offer him a job opportunity, of course. That was it though. Honest.

✦ kam's notes: SM/DP compliant. Identity reveal. Enough said. 

It Had to Be You by fancastical [T, 20K]

Or, Five Times Deadpool Recognised Spider-Man and One Time He Didn't

✦ kam's notes: A frustrating, bordering on cracky identity reveal fic. Peter is a troll, Wade loves him anyway. The ending is super satisfying, I promise. 

Don't mind just shamelessly plugging my own fics—

my heart is wild (and my bones are steel) [T, 9K]

Out of the corner of his eyes, MJ quietly takes the seat across the younger Peter, swiftly sliding into his place. He visibly relaxes, resting his forehead against hers. They belong together in a quietly intense way. Longing burns hot inside of him, like a branch caught in a forest fire. It’s strange. Even if this version of Peter has lost virtually everything, he still finds a way to be envious of him. He thinks of Wade. For some unfathomable reason he isn’t quite ready to examine yet, he misses the idiot. No Way Home, but in Peter-Three’s perspective.

all the skeletons you hide (show me yours, i’ll show you mine) [M, 16K, WIP]

A wave of affection and longing almost makes him stagger on his feet. Just seeing him in that suit—looking less than impressive, scratching his butt—makes him realize just how much he missed him. “Wade,” Peter cringes at how his voice catches, “Hi.” Wade turns around, turns back, turns again and does a double take. He eyes Peter up and down and to his surprise, turns away snootily. “Sorry cutie, any other day, I would be super into this hipster nerd slash skater boi with an I you’ve got going on—devastating combo, by the way—I’m sadly not in the mood.” Peter, fresh out of his multiversal escapades, gains a new perspective in life. One that includes a certain mouthy mercenary, perhaps? The problem is, the mercenary doesn’t seem to remember him. Like at all. He has a sneaking suspicion it has to do with that spell thing Peter-One was talking about…

‣ Both are a part of the new york isn't new york without you series

[veryace-ficrecs]

Spideypool identity reveal fic rec

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :) 

Two Idiots and a Baby by riseofthefallenone - Rated T

Peter’s roommate bails with little notice before the renewal of their lease. Not wanting to give up the apartment, Peter puts out an ad for a new roommate. He didn’t really expect to end up living with a newborn and her “ex-special forces” father, but… Here they are, and he wouldn’t change a thing about it.

cracked halves by Scarlet_Ribbons - Rated M

"So… what is this?" Deadpool asks faux-brightly, even though he looks like he might lose it. Peter takes a deep breath, willing his voice not to crack. "It's, um. Hot water with salt and oregano so I can trick myself into thinking it's soup." (It starts with food. As with most things regarding Deadpool, it hardly ends there.)

hey you (who the fuck are you) by fancastical - Rated T

For some reason, Peter thinks Deadpool knows his secret identity so he thinks its not a big deal to chat with the merc in his civilian identity whenever he bumps into him in various locations. Wade, meanwhile, is confused on why a cute but grouchy nerd keeps talking to him like they know each other but hey, its New York! Eccentrics are everywhere and this guy is really cute and doesn’t seem to mind hanging out with him!

let me explain by jilliancares - Rated G

Wade scoffs, shaking his head and elbowing Peter in the side. “Sure,” he says, sarcastic. “That’s why your spidey-sense doesn’t see me.” Peter’s on the verge of laughing, wanting to join Wade in his amusement, but he freezes. His entire body goes still. He finds himself staring at a roof three buildings over, not even looking at anything. Two blocks away, a car alarm finally shuts off. “I never told you that,” Peter says, the realization startling him. Or: Peter's starting to realize just how much Wade knows about him.

Chiaroscuro by Purple_Mind - Rated T

Peter needs to take a good picture for a college course photography assignment, but can't, for the life of him, find a decent subject, and time is running out. It's a good thing Wade is willing to lend a hand (or, rather, another part of his anatomy). Pure fluff: definitely not half as dirty as that last sentence would have you believe.

Of Blizzards, Coffee, and Jackets by chasing_the_sterek - Rated T

Peter didn't expect agreeing to borrow Deadpool's jacket would lead to his secret identity being found out. Although maybe he should've considered the repercussions before he wore it outside. In civilian clothes.

Lobster Biscuit by Scarlet_Ribbons - Rated T

Peter goes on a terrible, terrible date, cashes in a favor on behalf of Spider-Man, and begs Deadpool to crash it. Deadpool delivers.

Dressed to Thrill by mokuyoubi - Rated T

Wade takes every aspect of Halloween very seriously, right down to the costume. So when he goes as Spider-Man, his costume isn't complete without all the accouterments. There's one person who can help with that, but is he ready to give up his secret identity like that?

It Just Takes One Look by TimidTurnip - Rated T

Peter is running late and doesn't have time to deal with Deadpool on his campus. Especially when he's not wearing his Spider-man suit.

Not One Hundred Percent by HashtagLEH - Rated M

After being drugged at a party, Peter is lucid enough to figure out that he needs help. But who does he even know (and trust) enough that he can just pop up on their doorstep at two in the morning? Meanwhile, Wade would just really like to know who this random college kid is that showed up at his door.

are you sure you wanna' love me? by scarlett_starlett - Rated T

Spider-Man is everything Peter Parker wishes he could be—witty, confident, loud, sassy, and sexy… This is no more apparent to him than when Deadpool walks past him without a second glance the first time they meet. It sucks, considering Peter Parker has an embarrassing crush on the ex-merc.

[olath124]

✨️TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS✨️

Random shot from my... At this point scary big stash of shots. And brace yourself... It's long.

♡Name: Violet Wright.

♡Nicknames: V, just V.

♡Age: 32

♡Pronouns: She, her.

♡Sexuality: Pansexual. Doesn't care about the gender, has to feel the ✨️vibe✨️.

♡Hair Color and style:

Her natural hair color is dark brown, but she always dyes them in turquoise with pink accents. She varies a lot with her hairstyle. Usually, she keeps her hair long but mostly tied up in buns. Only when she feels really comfortable she keeps her hair down. Since she’s with Kurt she wears her hair more and more often down, preferring softer and more feminine hairstyles. After the surgery, she’ll cut her hair short and return to her natural color, but she’ll grow it back and will go back to her turquoise and pink color. 

♡Eye Color:

Her natural color is green, she tries to keep her Kiroshi as close as possible to her real color.

♡Height: 165 cm (5’5”)! Short queen! But well, Hansen canonically is 5’9”, so he can suck it!

♡Body Type: She’s athletic. She’s used to running around a lot.

♡Personality:

Violet would say normal. She’s a bit skittish with relationships, a bit insecure, very irrational and volatile.

Really affectionate, needy and whiny with those she really cares about.

♡Tattoos:

A tattoo Misty designed for her with a mandala on her neck. (I want to redraw it and make it more like a big peony, tough, we’ll see! Yes, Violet is a big WIP)

♡Piercings: Many on her ears, nothing else.

♡Any definable features such as: Birthmarks, Scars, Freckles, Beauty Marks, Accent when they talk, Lisp, Natural slurring of words, Walk with a subtle limp, ect.

She has a bunch of birthmarks on her face (not really freckles) and many different scars around her body. On her right leg now she has a scar in a shape of “K” that the two dumb-dumbs keep refreshing now and then.

♡Hobbies

Does killing Maelstrom and Scavs count as a hobby? If not, she likes to cook (with poor results because she can’t really follow instructions and tends to improvise). Only, and I mean it, only when she’s alone (or well, with Johnny at most) she sings. She’s actually not bad at it!

♡Gang/Occupation {Mox, Max Tac, etc}

None. She’s a free merc. 

Who are we kidding? At the end she’s with Barghest. Or at least under their protection.

♡Do they smoke?

She started to smoke with Johnny. Now she smokes with Kurt. Not really a habit, she smokes only if she’s stressed out or if the person she’s talking to is smoking.

♡Do they drink? Is so, what's their poison of choice?

As with smoking, she’s a social drinker. Doesn’t drink alone, but loves to drink in company. She rarely gets drunk, though. Doesn’t really like to lose control, only to get tipsy to make social interactions easier!

♡What do they usually wear on a normal day?

Synth-leather pants, a t-shirt or a top, a synth-leather jacket, sneakers, or boots. She loves black and blue stuff.

♡What do they wear when they "Get dressed up"? And what would be considered a "special occasion" to them {such as an "Oh they're gonna be there so I have to look my best." Or an "It's our anniversary".}

A special occasion is when Kurt asks her to get dressed up. She doesn’t care about dresses too much, but she likes it when he buys her dresses and asks her to wear them. Her favorite one is a short blue velvet dress, with a deep cleavage and exposed back with little dainty silver chains that cover the cleavage.  Maybe because it’s his first gift to her.

♡What do they smell like? {For example: they smell like cinnamon flavored liquor, cigarettes, leather, and motor oil.}

Blood, sweet and jasmine. After she got her shit together mostly simply jasmine.

♡How do they walk? Do they sway their hips? Do they walk with a sense of determination? Do they bounce as they walk? Etc.

When she doesn’t think of it she walks almost as if she’s hiding. Always keeping her surroundings under control, finding possible hiding spots or advantage points. When she’s in a good place or feels protected she’s straighter and more confident in her stride.

♡Are they more of an early bird or a night owl?

An always exhausted pigeon. She doesn’t have fixed hours and sleeps whenever she can. Used to sleep in the morning but with Kurt she got used to waking up (at least briefly) at 6 to have breakfast together and a morning talk.

♡If you had to use one word to define them, what word would you use?

Impulsive.

♡What words or catchphrases do they say that's unique to that character?

For everyone probably some kind of swear: “Fuck!” Or “Fuck It!”

For Kurt… they have a ritualistic phrase she uses when she needs him to be rough with her and it's: “I want you. I need you. I'll always be yours” (the final part may vary). So it's her phrase in his eyes.

♡Favorite Season

Winter.

♡Favorite type of weather {Thunderstorms, sunny, etc}

She likes those cold winter sunny mornings. She’d love to see the snow, but not a thing she’s gonna see in NC.

♡Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise? If so, who?

Yeah. Where she’s at in (my yet unpublished) writing she’s officially with Hansen. In the published part they are together only in his head XD.

♡Main Ship/Pairings

Kvio. So yeah, Kurt/Violet.

♡Side Pairings

Do I have to count them??? Between official characters only, Vio has been with: Jackie, Judy, River. Not Panam because she’s not interested (but damn, Vio tried hard!). There’s also the weird thing she has with Johnny. If she never met Hansen they would have probably end up together.

♡Favorite/Self-indulgent Pairings

The favorite remains Kvio… The self-indulgent is an Aon/Vio/Alt sandwich XD! 

♡How do they show affection to their loved one?

TOUCH. She don’t generally like to touch people… But with people she likes she’s very touchy. Not in an extreme way, but if she’s close to a person she loves she’s probably touching their arm, or slipping her hand under their or laying her head on their shoulder. She is really affectionate and really needs a lot of physical contact.

♡How do they sit in a chair?

Normally? But usually quite comfortably, legs slightly open or a leg over the other. Definitely not feminine or elegant

♡How do they sit in a chair {uncomfortable version}

Legs closed, straight back, probably fidgeting with her hands.

♡What do they wear to bed?

T-shirt and underwear. But she’s been gifted a blue silk nightgown and she likes it too. She still thinks it’s too fancy for sleeping in it, though.

♡How do they usually sleep? {Side sleeper, back, fetal position, backwards, nest sleeper, blanket mountain, etc}

She starts in fetal position, or all cuddly, she ends sleeping on her back, sometimes she throws her arms and legs around.

♡How do they sleep in a place they don't know? {Can't due to anxiety, in small bursts of sleep that are short lived, holding themselves, etc}

If she's in a “safe space” the same as usual. If it’s not so safe she wakes up now and then checking her surroundings. She also is very receptive to any possible sound.

♡Do they have to have a form of "white noise" in order to sleep? {The sound of a fan, the sound of rain, the sound of a city, etc}

No, but she appreciates the sound of the waterfall behind Kurt’s bed a lot.

♡What's a place they go to feel comfortable, that's their "spot" they always go when they're upset?

El Coyote Cojo, Misty’s shop, or Viktor’s clinic. Like a stray cat who makes a tour of her favorite places for food and cuddles.

♡What do they do when they're nervous? {Fidget with jewelry, pick at nails, bite nails/lips, play with knife/zippo lighter, etc}

If she needs to fake it, she focuses on something repetitive. Like the tap of her finger on something. If not she usually avoids other people's eyes and tries to make herself invisible, she tends to do things with her hands but it's more uncontrollable.

♡What is their "tell" for lying?

She tends not to watch people in the eyes when she’s lying about something personal. If it’s professional stuff, though it’s quite harder to tell.

♡What is their favorite color?

Turquoise and blue.

♡Favorite flower/plant

Peonies.

♡Favorite sweet of choice

She's not really a sweet person. But well, who doesn't like chocolate?

♡Do they have any pets? If so, tell me about them

She had Nibbles, but with her erratic schedules she preferred to leave him with Misty.

*Takes a deep, sad breath* Violet Norris is technically her pet. And well, Shark Norris, too. If Kurt really has a “Proudest Shark Daddy” shirt, she has a “Proudest Shark Mommy'' shirt. Just to freak her out. That shirt is always in the laundry basket anyway. And if she wears it she becomes extra clumsy and spills something on it.

But of course, she's not allowed to tinker with the aquarium or to feed them without supervision. Not that she would anyway.

♡What are their triggers {If they have any}? If so, what calms them down?

The only real trigger for her is the feeling of abandonment or the fear of losing people she cares about. Only realizing that she’s not being left alone, preferably with physical contact calms her down.

♡If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go and why?

She… doesn’t know! She has seen very little outside of Night City and Atlanta, so the world… It feels so overwhelming. 

♡What is their favorite comfort meal?

Mama Welles’s food. Doesn’t really matter what!

♡Do they have a food they hate?

Food is food, she could eat everything. But well, she doesn’t love industrial-made food, but that’s what she eats the most anyway.

♡What is their favorite {non-alcoholic} drink?

She likes Tiancha Pomegranate.

♡What are their plans for the future {if they have any}?

She doesn’t make plans for the future. But if she could she would keep everything as it is. Living in the Black Sapphire with Kurt, doing gigs without being completely swallowed by them.

♡What's a song that "fits" them?

There’s a whole playlist…

But if I had to choose one this is her song.

♡Give me 5 facts/random bits of information about them

She once cooked a cake that tasted like fish. She still doesn't know what went wrong that time. Poor Jackie, it was for his birthday.

Still has a shark plushie and a T-shirt Kurt gave her when she was 3 years old. She couldn't sleep without both when she was a kid.

Violet secretly likes both Shark and Violet Norris a lot. Mostly because they bring out a silly/boomer side in their owner she didn't know before.

Violet can't dance. For real. She simply wiggles her arms around without any coordination.

She knitted a sweater for Nibbles. Never finished it though.

♡Give me their backstory {can be long, or brief.}

Born in 6th Street’s turf. Her father killed her mother, but she doesn't remember most of it. It was gruesome, though, so that even a 15-year-old Kurt was shaken by it at the time. He killed her father and she was under his protection for a few years until he joined the army. In one day she lost both her best friend and her mother because he used to lie about her death.

Since then she hated living there but didn't know what else to do until she ran into Valentino's turf at 13.

She was lucky enough to meet Jackie and become friends with him. He introduced her to his mom and friends. The first time she felt loved like in a family. They eventually got together from 15 to 18. But she didn't love his affiliation with Valentinos and to avoid being sucked into another gang she broke up with him and moved to Atlanta. She moved back after 5 years. Jackie was no longer with Valentinos and they started to work on gigs together as friends. They never got back together, though, in truth they really weren't right for each other.

That's until the Heist and everything else (which happens a lot of years later).

She met Kurt again, but they didn't recognize each other and hooked up. After they found out who the other was, everything seemed terribly (and a bit freakily) right and perfect. (The truth is that if they did know beforehand they would have lost every inch of sexual tension between them xD)

Now they're mostly together. With ups and downs because communication is hard for both of them.

♡Free Space! Give me any sort of extra information about them you'd like to share

Really, I think I've exhausted everything xD

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Template from @vincentmatthews, template here. Have fun !

Can I tag people??? Of course I'll tag people!

Obviously with no pressure.

@ouroboros-hideout @blackrevell @cybervesna @cyberholic77 @streetkid-named-desire

@astellehope @dustymagpie @sofia-in-nc @theviridianbunny

And everyone who wants to!

[circushaven]

I have made a tiny merch for the G/T TF2. I want to be involved.🥺👉👈

The little mama belongs to @bluespace-skull and the pocket merc belongs to @scrunckled-idiot

This is soooooooo messy😩

I just realized the color on little ma was wrong, sorry blue.

[themculibrary]

Clint And Pietro (Hawksilver) Masterlist

5 times Pietro kissed Clint and one time Clint got his own back (ao3) - TimeyWimeyBritishGuy T, 2k

Summary: A bunch of times Pietro kisses Clint and he loves Clint's reaction

bad lines (ao3) - DustToDust T, 11k

Summary: It’s Tony’s fault. Someway, somehow, Clint just knows that the man is behind this new level of annoyance.

Cohabitation (ao3) - DictionaryWrites T, 640

Summary: A short established relationship Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff ficlet. Pietro finds Clint asleep on the couch.

In which Clint and Pietro go on a road trip (ao3) - Superlambanana G, 1k

Summary: After everything is over, Clint and Pietro go on a road trip. Spoilers for Age of Ultron.

knowing where to run (ao3) - keeping_10_people_happy_is_tricky E, 53k

Summary: After AoU, things have settled. Clint has been staying with his sister while visiting Stark tower with the others. But when a certain speedster develops very obvious feelings towards the archer, things stop being so settled. Pietro is young and has never been in love but is adamant about his feelings. Clint disagrees. This also sets the team apart as they bet whether or not the archer and the runner would be good together. Then add killer robots, the merc with the mouth and a Jotun Asgardian and things get interesting. It’s been a very long day for Clint.

pull me back if you want to fly (ao3) - haroldslouis M, 21k

Summary: when clint hears pietro made a full recovery and joined the avengers, he simply cannot stay away.

Screw Dinner (ao3) - Blacklace T, 3k

Summary: Pietro sneaks out every day to see Clint. Or rather to spy on him. What happens when Pietro can't take it anymore and decides to pull a prank on Clint?

so i bare my skin for you (ao3) - romanticallyinept E, 6k

Summary: Steve assigns him to be the kid’s handler, and when he tells Pietro, something in the kid’s shoulders relaxes, even as he snipes, “I hope you can keep up with me, old man.”

Clint messes up his hair, and tries not to think about the way the kid’s breath hitches when his fingers catch a few of the strands a little hard.

sokovia (ao3) - black_nata E, 4k

Summary: He’s determined to stay here until the kid wakes up, until Pietro opens his eyes so Clint can grab him by the ears and yell “What were you thinking?” right into his face.

soulmark (ao3) - Lainpinky131 T, 2k

Summary: When the letters slowly started to appear on Clint’s body—beginning with a ‘P’—he had no idea what to make of it.

It was only after a mission in Sokovia to reclaim Loki’s scepter from HYDRA and an unfortunate encounter with a pair of enhanced punks did a certain name, out of nowhere, come up in the debriefing.

Switched It Up (ao3) - Salmon_Pink E, 4k

Summary: Spoilers for AOU. In which Clint learns that if he's going to make idle threats, he better be prepared to follow through.

time speeds by (ao3) - alliekatt314 N/R, 1k

Summary: Clint didn’t expect to meet his soulmate on the battlefield.

Pietro didn’t expect his soulmate to be an Avenger.

Verbalised (ao3) - Salmon_Pink E, 1k

Summary: Spoilers for AOU. A single word is all it takes, and Clint's brain shuts down, his hips taking over.

When Pietro stole Clint´s hearing aids (ao3) - PenOfMars N/R, 3k

Summary: Pietro is bored at the Avengers Tower so he decides to steal Clint´s hearing aids. And his Dominant is not in the mood to let his boy get away with it.... Basically Hawksilver SM Porn without much plot.

you didn’t hear that coming? (ao3) - writedeku G, 3k

Summary: Pietro Maximoff has a temper, and can’t stand when Clint Barton pretends not to hear him.

In which Pietro learns something about not jumping to conclusions.

[vro0m]

Seeing how confident McLaren is about their car and their drivers makes me nervous. I saw that Toto extended his contract at Merc through 2026 and it just feels like same sh*t, different toilet. I think Toto should just be satisfied as the owner of the team and step aside and let another TP come in and change the culture at Merc. I think that could potentially attract new engineers that could help with the development of the car.

Lewis is struggling with his qualifying times and George is overconfident. At this point, it's starting to feel like Merc is just not that girl. Why are they starting all over again with their car? I'm fairly new to f1, but I thought it takes years to develop a championship-winning car, yet they're developing a brand new one over the winter? That doesn't feel right to me.

Also, I didn't understand TeamLH bragging about Lewis retaining Monster as his sponsor, when Monster jumped ship from Merc to McLaren. Isn't losing sponsorships a bad thing, since the team is losing money that it would likely use to develop the car that would help Lewis win his 8th WDC? A loss for the team is a loss for Lewis..unless I'm wrong.

I truly hope Merc proves me wrong, but something's gotta give. I just don't have confidence in them.

Do you think that Merc needs a major overhaul or do you think they're going to make progress continuing on the path that they're on?

Okay i was gonna answer this in the morning but i can’t sleep so here we go, sorry if it’s a bit unhinged.

Here’s the thing. In my book, the second rule of F1 is never ever listen to a team principal. (The first rule being, of course, you always, always have to do better than your teammate.) So I’ll believe McLaren’s confidence is warranted when I’ll see it. Hell, I’ll believe they really are confident and it’s not basic 101 PR when I’ll see it. And mind you, Toto seems pretty confident too. (The only thing I’m happy about here is that he also said they’ve been working on their pitstops but due to Rule 2, I’ll also only believe it when I’ll see it.)

They’re starting over with their car because, as you noticed, the past two cars were Not Working. So no real choice here but to get back to square 1 rather than spend a third year trying to make a car that doesn’t work, work. Building a championship-winning car is less a matter of time (I mean especially nowadays with the costcap and windtunnel allocation etc. it’s getting irrelevant), and more a matter of getting it right. RedBull got it right and they won. The problem is : the others need to develop to catch up to them because they didn’t get it as right as RB, and that takes time and resources and is very complicated. And if you have a bad starting point, it’s that much more difficult. Basically there were too many things that needed changing with this car concept anyway. So they’re starting over. But it's also not like they don't have data and experiments from the past two years. They know more about these regs and cars than in 2021. Are they gonna win the ‘24 championship with the W15? No. But they weren’t gonna win by keeping the last, dysfunctional car concept either anyway. At least now they have a chance to develop in the right direction.

I did not read anything about the Monster sponsorship because i really, really don’t care. I didn’t even know that was a thing. I don’t think Monster leaving Mercedes is gonna make a dent in their budget. First of all, there’s a costcap now, so they can’t throw money at a bad car to make it good anyway. Second of all, they have a lot of other sponsors. Third, they’re the second most expensive team in the paddock. And fourth, their parent company is worth 85 billions of dollars. Lewis’ 8th has pretty much nothing to do with Monster or any sponsorship.

To answer your main question : no, I don’t think Merc needs a major overhaul. Given that you’re fairly new to F1 I concede it might not look like it in the current context but changing TPs is actually Not All That. And it generally doesn’t really solve anything. If anything I’m against major overhauls. Imho a stable ground is the best ground to build up on. Toto is... Toto. But he’s not the reason why the car is bad. It’s a whole team. 2’000+ employees. You can’t pinpoint any of the problems they have on one singular person. I mean Ferrari has had 5 different TPs in the last 10 years and that has solved exactly zero of their problems, and they still haven’t won a championship since 2007.

They are making progress. All of them are. It’s just, it’s F1. We’re talking about such tiny tiny differences in performance now, millimeters off of a piece of carbon fiber, milliseconds off of a time sheet. The time the pecking order could be turned upside down from one race to the next has been gone for decades. It’s all about the long game when the differences are so subtle. Even more now that they, again, can’t just throw money and wind tunnels at issues. It’s frustrating when it’s not your driver/team on top but success is mostly cyclical in this sport. Right now it’s RedBull. Next who knows. Merc is just not that girl, at the moment. It is what it is.

ETA : btw I think firing Toto would really throw Lewis off so. Another reason not to imo.

[blackmambaboobs]

I just think it'd be really funny to see the mercs with a horrible little creachur of a partner. Just watching them scurry around biting people and stealing shiny things like "Haha yeah that's my wonderful partner :)"

You mean m e? TF2 Mercs X Gender Neutral Goblin Reader Headcanons: Scout: -He doesn't understand you most of the time, especially with the biting-people-thing, but loves you, regardless! -When it's a special occasion, he'll give you shinies and other things he thinks you would like!! -He doesn't warn people that you bite just to see their reaction and d i e from laughter at their confusion. -Because you run around like him, you often chase each other like crack-taking Cats. Spy: -He's bewildered by your shenanigans, and often just stares at you with confusion. -When he sees you running around biting people, he just sighs and takes a drink of his wine. -Since you like shiny things, he'll get you jewelry and other shiny things that suit your tastes, making sure it's the best quality. -He does think you're adorable even though you act like you're constantly on Catnip or some shit- Heavy: -You know those big Dogs that just watch the smaller Dog go crazy while they're laying down or something? Yeah, that's you and Heavy. -He'll scold you for biting people, but turns around and sees you doing it anyways and just s i g hs. -He's thinks you're so cute especially when you get excited over the fact that a simple thing like a bottle cap makes you happy- -He often has to tell you to be careful when running around, worried that you'll fall or hurt yourself in some other way. Medic: -Matches your energy, except when he's working. -He often thinks of you as a Dove with how you bring him shinies and other little things. -He'll often find little bottle caps and give them to you, loving to watch your face light up with happiness. -Thinks you're the cutest thing, oh my g o d- -Loves that you bite people and simply laughs at your antics. Demoman: -Regardless if sober or drunk, he loves your personality and desire to bite people. -He'll laugh so hard from you doing stupid shit that he falls over and practically pisses himself. -He'll give you the bottle caps from his alcohol bottles and loves that you get excited from a simple thing like that- -If you run around, please don't run around him while he's drunk, he'll puke- Pyro: -Matches your energy and actively encourages it- -Likes to find shinies with you and give you them when they find some!! -Claps happily when you successfully bite someone (especially when it's the same person). -You Guys chase each other until you tire yourselves out. -Thinks you're so precious and loves you so much- Engineer: -Loves ya', but wishes you'd be more careful with running around, especially when it comes to his machines. -He scolds you often, but then you give him your best puppy eyes and he can't fight back- -He'll also scold you for biting people, but not because of the fact you're biting someone, but because you don't know what the person may have- -He thinks you're the cutest thing though and wouldn't change you for nothing- Soldier: -He supports you in your Goblinness and cheers you on when you're able to bite someone!! -Gives you little shines and other things he finds, presenting it to you on one knee like the Dork he is- -He'll make everyone look at you like "Look at my wonderful little creature of a partner!! Appreciate them!! >:(" -Loves your energy and how you scurry around- Sniper: -So fucking confused by you and your antics, but leaves you be. -Sees you as a weird Cat and leaves it at that- -He'll give you random things he finds and loves how you react and can't help but m e l t. -He'll tell you not to bite people just in case they try to hurt you- -He laughs when you scurry around and do your usual weird shit, he appreciates that you are yourself, even if he doesn't understand it-

[scrunckled-idiot]

tiny y/n sitting on top of snipers hat?

shhhhhhh... they eeping...

[ebonyslasher]

Spicy Alphabet: Leo Kasper

I would like to preface that Leo shares the same body as Daniel Lamb. Read this wiki to see what he's like. To clear up any confusion, Leo is a real person. His soul was transferred to a chip. Daniel is able to see his physical manifestation in the game.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Leo takes care of himself. He will throw a rag at you when he's done, maybe. Don't expect cuddling or anything. If permitting, get ready to progress through the journey (or he alone leaves to continue). The most you'll get from him is a sit and chat during the day time.

He does thank you after, weirdly enough.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Him: Arms. His biceps are massive for his frame. Beefy and manly. They are great to look at, awesome to feel, and fantastic for choking someone's life out. Man!!

You: T & A, baby!! As long as you got a great pair to motorboat and an ass that jiggles, he's a-okay. It's fitting since he has the stereotypical merc personality.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Treasures the moments where he shoots it in the depths of your hole or throat. And you better swallow/hold it in.

He's hesitantly okay with cumming on your body, under the condition that it doesn't touch any surfaces. Can't have any watchdogs trying to collect any DNA.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dull cornflower blue eyes gawked down at his crotch with disbelief. Between his legs sat a lengthy and pretty cock standing at attention..

"I can't fucking believe this...!"

Leo is jealous of how big Daniels' dick is. Why does the whiny fuck have a bigger dick than him? He would cut it off if he wasn't sharing the same body and trying to take it over

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced. Leo's an older guy, and he's kind of a stereotypical douchy Chad. Of course he's tapped some ass.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Near a dead body, this. If not, then this whole video

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nah, serious. He might laugh at some stuff after. But his humor is......

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dark Brown and straight just like his hair. It'll be a bush, since grooming is not a focus. Leo will let you trim it.

"You better be careful with those scissors, doll."

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

No. Leo doesn't want an emotional connection (is he even capable?) and neither do you. He is a rough and sour man to everyone: including you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Dick throbbing usually occurs at odd junctures, so he will take care of himself wherever. He thinks all the weird places he's masturbated in are funny

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Murder, face fucking, dollification, knife play, stalking, kidnapping (abduction play), sadism, spanking (breast,/clit/penis/balls/ass), nipple clamps. He likes getting hit in the face.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. As long as you guys aren't risking getting caught

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The adrenaline rush from multiple murders and watching you murder. Joint torture session of a random victim. When you're all dolled up or generally looking pretty. If you're wearing sexy or combat outfits.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Don't hit/punch his face too hard. Don't cut near-kill points. Trying to dominate him. Don't do anything risking getting caught. And especially no to defending The Project

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Gives both equally surprisingly. Rarely does both in one session. Usually, it's either you giving oral or him giving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Moderate, but deep and pounding. Will go faster at your request

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes. Fond of fucking in the moment right after a kill, by the corpse. Leo finds it delightfully disrespectful to the dead.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, he's risky. But he's more risky with you than with himself. And this man likes knife play? Be careful with what you do with him, his urges are high. Might cut too deep, might end your life

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Great stamina. He could fuck you various times during the day and still go out at night and massacre. And maybe fuck you again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not into using them during penetration, he feels like it can get in the way. Leo believes he does a much better job making you cum anyway. But, that doesn't mean they are completely off the table. He's cool with using them for foreplay/warmup

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Leo's a verbal teaser, he likes to flirt.

"Lick those fucking gorgeous lips again...yeah...like that"

"I'm hungry for those plump nipples. bring 'em here"

"Next time, let's fuck in the moonlight. God you'd look like heaven."

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Leo coaches you with that gravelly baritone cadence.

"Y/N, you can fucking take it. Breathe. Hold your legs open more so I can slam your guts hottie. Fuck. Moan just like that and I'll get you where you need to be. Listen to me."

He often does sharp intakes of air, then a breathy moan after.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The first time someone hit him in the face while fucking, he wanted to strangle them. It kickstarted his murderous urge, but he still wanted to finish. It made the sex more exciting, him more vulgar. It was a fantastic finish, including the knife through their neck.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Slightly over average. 5.5 inches (warning, video)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average. He teeters this thin line between being too on edge/paranoid or excited on a daily.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Leo won't fall asleep after. If there's progress that needs to be made, he's gotta keep moving. Leo has things to do.

"Thanks for the good time, hottie~"

[david-tennant-addict]

Sniper smut alphabet <3 if not the whole thing- any letters of your choosing

I LOVE writing headcannons so I HAD to do this

MINORS DNI

Sniper nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s a pretty quiet guy so he’ll clean up and just want to lay there with you or even go out and lay on the ground or roof of his camper and look at he stars

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands. They are good at shooting and killing but most importantly making you cum. For his partner he would like their mouth. The way they kiss him and make him feel like he has butterflies in his stomach makes him go crazy. And what that mouth can do 😏

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to cum inside you and see it leak out of your hole but also likes to cum on your back

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to fuck under the stars in the woods (he’s a simple man with simple tastes)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

None, this man is an introvert so he’s never really dated anyone. Also due to his job

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary and doggy he likes to see your face but with your eyes closed. Eye contact can get him flustered real easy

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nope.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)

He’s trims once in awhile but not too often so he has some hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

VERY intimate unless he hasn’t done it in awhile and he spent up then he’ll just fuck your brains out

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

No really unless he’s pent up

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling (pulling your hair), a little knife play but not to hurt you but to threat sometimes, and bondage (goes either way)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His camper, outside, his fort, etc.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you wear his hat,or glasses or when you touch him in a certain way

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurting you. He loves you so he wouldn’t hurt you unless you really wanted it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to receive and he’s pretty good with his mouth a solid 7/10

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood sometimes he wants to go slow and sensual but if he’s pent up he will FUCK your brains out

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not often unless he just needs a little quick relaxation

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Doing it kinda in public (in his fort while the other mercs practice)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go a solid 3 rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any but if you do he wouldn’t mind using them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not much of a tease unless he needs to be (like a punishment)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s 6/10 he’s not too loud but he grunts

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves clothes on sex

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a nice 6 inch skinny but not too skinny and curves up a little

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

About a 6/10 which isn’t bad but isn’t too much

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

About 5 minutes after he’s cleaned up everything and he knows you’re ok

I hope you liked this!

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, Chapter 32: The Exciting Expedition

The afternoon sun shines over the East Coast. Bob eagerly rushes onwards below with Boopkins struggling to keep up. Tari, Belle, Meggy, and Mario aren't too far behind as they catch up with Bob.

Boopkins: Bob, can you please slow down!?

Belle: Yeah, ragman. The place isn't going anywhere.

Bob: It's you guys who should be pulling your asses faster! You know the treasure hunting life is all about first come, first served, AND I WILL BE SERVED!

Belle: Alright. But don't come crying to me when you pull something.

Bob finally stops, allowing the others to catch up. Before them lies the mouth of a massive cave. The mouth itself is crusted with chitinous debris, and the faint glow of bioluminescent fungus can be seen inside.

Tari: This looks like the place.

Meggy: Looks like a death trap. No wonder nobody else is here.

??????: It might look that way now.......

The squad turns to see a short middle aged business man with a prominent belly, sporting a cane and a fedora. Beside him is a heavily augmented and eerily quiet RED soldier, appearing to be more Machine than Soldier. A "Soldine" if you will.

??????: ........... but once all those mutant squatters are cleared out, it'll make an EXCELLENT place for my exotic underground resort.

Bob: And who the hell are you?

??????: Oh apologies. The name is Theodore Potman, Mann Co Senior Representative.

Meggy: And Mann Co is....... what exactly?

Potman: Why, I'm glad you asked! Mann Co is a multinational business platform for various well-known firms such as Reliable Excavation Demolition, Builders League United, the Global Radio Network, and Yard Logistics Workers. As a company, we take pride in providing the greatest services, the most useful tools, and the safest products money can buy. We've recently launched our new Mann Co rewards program, which allows-

Belle: Spare us the corporate pisstalk, pig. You'll pop a button.

Potman was caught off guard by the sudden aggression, prompting Boopkins to try and diffuse the sudden situation.

Boopkins: Come on, Belle. No need to be mean when we barely know each other, right?

Belle: Oh, I know who he is. All those business firms he just mentioned? They're all just fronts for all the gangs and Mercenary groups under the Mann Family's thumbs. He's just a mouthpiece for the world's largest crime family.

Beads of sweat roll down his forehead as Belle glares at him.

Belle: One that clearly doesn't know when to shut up.

Soldine: Stand down, ma'am.

Soldine steps between the two. His voice was cold and metallic, with an oppressive sense of authority. Belle was unfazed, but Tari was eager to get on their way before things get messy. Potman seemed eager to end this conversation as well, considering he might've just tinkled a little.

Tari: Uh, anyways. We should probably get going. Isn't that right, Meggy?

Meggy: Right. The sooner we find what we came for, the sooner we can leave.

Potman: Yes, of course. We'll let you be on your way, then.

Belle stares one more set of daggers at Potman before finally breaking off.

Potman: And if you're so interested, I can offer a pretty penny for anything valuable you may find. Maybe my crew could be of assistance if you need it.

Boopkins: Your crew?

Right on cue, four teams of mercenaries arrive on the scene. There are dozens of lads and ladies adorned with various regalia, ranging from professional to casual to........ whatever the hell that demo is going for, and bearing the colors of RED, BLU, GRN, and YLW. The engineers begin setting up a base camp while the other Mercs lock and load.

B. Soldier: Who's ready for a bug hunt, boys?!

G. Demowoman: YEAH, LET'S DO IT!

Y. Medic: I am prepared for medicine.

R. Heavy: Sanvich.

Bob: OH SH*T! Guys, we gotta haul ass!

Boopkins: Bob, wait!

Once again, Bob frantically rushes ahead with Boopkins frantically trying to keep up. They quickly disappear amidst the crowd of mercenaries within the mouth of the cave.

Meggy: Yeah....... Well, it was nice to meet you Mr. Potman, but we should get going. Come on, Red.

Meggy and Mario move forward into the cave. Belle gives one last glare towards Potman before breaking off. Potman exhales in relief as she and Tari move ahead.

Potman: Well then....... talk about a tough customer, ey old chap?

Soldine is dead silent.

Potman: Yes......... quite. Heheh.

Tari and Belle make their way through the winding stone depths, using the glow of bioluminescent fungus to light their way. Belle was still a bit broody after her "conversation" with Potman.

Tari: Belle?

Belle: What? You gonna say I should've been more "friendly?"

Tari: I mean, Potman did seem like a genuinely nice guy.

Belle: Of course he did. It's basically his job to make his employers look good. Makes it easier for Mann Co to cover their tracks.

Tari: I was wondering about that, actually. How do you know so much about Mann Co being a shady business?

Belle: *sigh* That's......... personal. Let's just find Ragman and Gills before-

Something suddenly ends up smashing into Belle. Tari immediately readies her glave and prepares for a fight only to see......

Tari: Whisk?

Yep. Whisk is here, and she just sprinted directly into Belle at full speed. Belle pushes Whisk off of her, and Tari helps the two to their feet.

Whisk: I'm so sorry.

Belle: Agh.....noted..... Also, what the hell are you doing here?

Whisk: Well, I heard people were looking for treasure here, so I thought I'd take a peak.

Tari: I thought you said you were done with the whole thievery thing.

Whisk: Actually, I'm a part of the archeology club now! I figured I could get extra credit for whatever I find here.

Tari: Oh, that's great!

Belle: Yes. Lovely. We're all proud. Why the hell were you sprinting at full speed in a bloody cave?

Y. Sniper: INCOMING!!!!

Their discussion is cut off by the sound of gunfire in the distance, along with dozens of nightmarish shrieks. A YLW Sniper comes running down the corridor. Behind him was a horde of ravenous Hive Thralls, their thin wings waving as they charge forwards.

Belle: Oh......... I see.

Back on the surface, Potman is sitting back on a recliner and the Engineers are all currently having a little cookout to pass the time. One of them is polite enough to offer Potman a beer.

Potman: Oh! you are too kind, sir. Would you like one too?

Soldine just stands there in dead silence.

Potman: Alright........ suit yourself I suppose. Has the scouting party found anything interesting?

R. Engineer: We're getting multiple gunfire readings and a helluva lotta biosignatures. Looks like they've made contact with the infestation.

The BLU Engineer tunes in on the radio. A cacophony of gunfire, roars, and screams can be heard. The voice of a Soldier can be heard amongst the chaos.

B. Soldier: I am not stuck in here with a cave full of chitinous maggots! YOU ARE ALL TRAPPED IN HERE WITH ME! 

An explosion rings out as the feed is cut off.

Potman: Oh dear......... any news from RED or BLU?

??????: Good evening, Theodore.

Potman turns to see a maskless Spy wearing a white suit. His right arm is encased in an armored gauntlet.

Potman: Ah, Pietro! Fashionably late, as usual.

Pietro: I see the operation is going smoothly.

Potman: Somewhat........any more updates?

R. Engineer: BLU and GRN are still scouting out the lower caverns. RED and YLW have made contact with the Hive and are currently engaged.

Potman: There was also this little band of adventurers we met earlier. They said they were looking for something.

Pietro: I see. Good to know I haven't missed any of the action. If you'll excuse me.......

Potman looks over to Soldine, who nods as he accompanies Pietro into the cave.

Potman: Have fun, boys! Don't make too much of a mess!

[jupiter---daydreams]

thanks to @agirlandherquill for the tag!!

rules: for every letter of the alphabet, compose a sentence/short paragraph beginning with that letter

(im technically cheating since I'm using sentences from my wip and not making them for this challenge)

A: “And you remember the kind of impression we're going for?” Mr. Fyre speaks up again, looming over my shoulder to speak into my ear.

B: Being in a car–especially now that it's moving–sets off every nerve in my body.

C: Caleb takes it and his eyes start to flick from the photo to me to the photo to me. We’ve done this before and I know that he’s trying to see if I look like either of them. To see if there’s still a connection.

D: Despite those thoughts, feelings, and impending panic attack, I force a smile–not that they can see with my mask on, but you can sort of hear it in my voice–before I reply.

E: Exorcist stands the second that he stops talking. “No thanks. We’ll take whatever you have back to our base–Verse, you’re welcome to join us–and we’ll get out of here.”

F: Finally, he says, “Can the story be about Mom and Dad?”

G: “Glad to be here, sir. I’ve always been a fan,” I say, not a single truthful word present in that sentence.

H: Hopefully that’ll get Mr. Fyre off my back later, but knowing him, he’ll find something else to pick at me for.

I: I lay down on my own bed, too big and too empty, with a muted sob.

J: Judging from the way Exorcist clings to Emote’s side and even Null’s face is pulled into a tight frown, they certainly feel it, too.

K:

“Kid?”

He knows. How does he know!? I’ve only known him for, what, a few hours? Am I that easy to read? Oh god, when Mr. Fyre and Ms. Monsley find out they’re going to kill me.

L: Like he doesn’t understand what training means. Then, I have the strange thought that maybe their version of training is different than Ms. Monsley’s.

M:

My eyebrows shoot up. That was…childish.

A shocked, startled laugh comes out of Null. Apparently, I had said that aloud.

N: Nulls raises his hand, only speaking once Mr. Merced gives him an affirmative nod. “That’s not a lot of time to prepare. Why so sudden?” He asks. It's startling how serious he sounds. All joking, laid backness is gone from his voice. This is Null.

O: Of course. They–a Hero that has good cause to get revenge, a Hero that can sense emotions, and Null, too, I guess–are the ones I’m meant to be working with. Is it even possible for me to have worse luck?

P: Patrick lets the audience laugh for a moment, then he says, “Now, Verse, I can't speak for the audience, but I will when I say we've all been wanting to know one question. What is your powerset?”

Q: Right, the mission. I nod, silently returning to my area. I can practically feel the stares of the others on my back, and a quick glance back confirms it. Exorcist isn’t even trying to hide that she’s staring.

R: Right. The DNA sample that I definitely knew about and am totally not just finding out about right now. By the way, let's give a big round of applause to Ms. Monsley and Mr. Fyre for always keeping me in the loop.

S:

She. Can. Sense. Emotions. 

Get your spiraling under control.

T:

That leaves Exorcist without anything else to say, and she huffs, crossing her arms and turning away.

Emote's eyes flicker to me and I mentally prepare myself for a lecture, but Null lets out a snort of laughter–at my expense, no doubt–and Emote swivels her head to face him instead.

U: “Uh, Emote, Exorcist?” I call out as they start to leave the table we had gathered around. They turn, expectantly. “I was wondering if I could, uh, grab your powers now?”

V: “Verse, I really don't think you respect me. And that bothers me, because I am someone who deserves to be respected. So, watch your tone,” he pauses then and I can't bring myself to look him in the eyes.

W: A thought strikes me suddenly: how would any other child react? Would they throw a tantrum? Would they cry? Would they forgive me like Caleb?

X: For good measure–extra humiliation–she puts the sharp point to my throat. It digs in with a small prick of pain, letting out a bead of blood.

Y: “You’ve been contacted by ASPI. They want you to be involved with a mission. There weren’t many details, just a time and place for a briefing meeting, and a list of the other Heroes you’ll be working with.”

Z: I’ve been threatened by enough scary women to make me ready to back off–explanation be damned– but Emote stops me before I can even start to apologize.