#mr. paradox

[ravelqueen]

interrupting the hugh and ryan lovetrain:

I really really enjoyed Matthew McFayden as Paradox *so much* - he did so well in portraying this sort of megalomaniac middle-management type who is *convinced* that he could lead the company better, even though he is - how do they say - a little bitch

That speech at the end where he was trying to convince his boss that his hands are clean only to go FUCK when Deadpool and Wolverine were fine? I laughed so hard that was so well done

[jjangredpanda]

[mcudc616]

╚» ★ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 ★ «╝

Deadpool and Wolverine (2024)

[obriy]

[naughtyry]

“This Is Not a Love Letter” (One Shot)

Summary: What begins as an interrogation feels dangerously close to… something else. This isn’t a love letter. It’s an accident waiting to happen— and someone’s going to break.

Pairing: Mr. Paradox x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1, 567

Warning: None

Author's note: Apologies for some typographical/grammatical errors, English is not my first language, and this is the first time I wrote something again after a very long hiatus (2-3 years ago)... Feel free to write me/ask me a request and such. I hope you enjoy it though!

Time wasn’t supposed to bend around you.

It wasn’t supposed to break either.

But somehow— it did.

You were in the middle of an ordinary moment when it happened. Crossing the street. Laughing at something that wasn’t even that funny.

And then everything stopped.

Not slowed. Not glitched.

Stopped.

The world around you froze like a paused video— people mid-step, raindrops hanging in the air like glass beads. Then came the buzzing. A soft hum of something wrong. And a voice behind you.

“Miss Y/N, You're in violation of the Sacred Timeline.”

You turned just in time to see them.

Two figures in tactical armor, faces cold beneath their helmets. TVA soldiers. One raised what looked like a glowing baton— faintly humming with heat.

“Hands where we can see them. Don’t try to run.”

You blinked. “What the hell is the Sacred Timeline?”

A moment later, everything went black.

When you woke up, you were in a safely closed room that smelled like disinfectant and something old.

You squinted at the glowing orange letters above the door.

TIME VARIANCE AUTHORITY.

You weren’t alone. You had no idea who he was. All you knew was he looked like someone had tried to deep-fry a man and forgot to take him out.

“This is cozy,” he said, tapping his foot like a child on too much sugar. “Like the waiting room from hell. You new here, cell buddy?” the man muttered.

You stared at him. “…What are you?”

He gasped, offended. “You wound me.” he dramatically clutched his chest. “Hit right in the ego. That’s a hate crime where I’m from. Wade Wilson... Walking HR violation. To be honest, I actually don’t know what crime I’ve committed.” he shrugged.

After a while of awkward silence, Wade finally broke the ice that seems to linger in the room. “Sooo…” he said, leaning in, “you die before or after your time spaghetti’d?”

You blinked. “What?”

“Time spaghetti. You know — when you do something dumb, the timeline goes bloop, and suddenly TVA agents show up and ruin your breakfast.” he grinned.

You and Wade got lost in a strange conversation.

You lost track of time in the TVA. They didn’t give you clocks. Just bright lights, beige and orange walls, and even agents who treated you like a walking error code. Every few hours— if you could even call them that— you were moved. Questioned. Monitored.

They didn’t ask why you existed. They just made it clear… you weren’t supposed to.

And then he walked in.

Tall. Precise. Dressed like a fine gentleman who never left his office but still looked like he could ruin your entire timeline with one flick of his hand. He didn’t say his name at first. Just read your file with a look of quiet disdain...

He looked at you. Then at the other occupant. “Of course you’re still here,” he muttered. “Wade Wilson.”

Wade raised a hand. “Hey! You remembered my name! That’s progress, Time Daddy— I mean, Paradox? Isn't that what you call yourself?”

Paradox didn’t flinch. Instead, he glanced at one of the guards and snapped, “Separate cell. Now.”

“Oh come on!” Deadpool groaned as the guards approached. “This is discrimination! You’re just mad I compared your haircut to a fascist pencil case!” 

Still, Paradox didn’t blink, instead he gave Wade a glare. “Separate him. Now.”

“Whoa, whoa!” Wade says, raising his hands like a hostage negotiator. “Don’t separate us yet. You haven’t even seen our buddy cop dynamic!”

You smirk. “He’s the disaster. I’m the hostage.”

“And he,” Wade gestures to Paradox, “is the grumpy, emotionally constipated time agent who secretly cares but refuses to admit it.”

Paradox stares blankly. “What in the hell is a ‘buddy cop dynamic’?”

Wade clutches his chest like he’s been shot. “How dare you not know cinema tropes! What do you people do here besides wear brown and bully timelines?”

Paradox slowly turns his head toward you. “Is he always like this?”

You nod solemnly. “It’s like being stuck in a group project with a raccoon who’s read too many Reddit threads.”

Wade, somehow still being dragged by the guard, attempts to high-five you with his foot.

As the guards drag Wade out— feet first, because of course he made it difficult— he yells, “I’LL BE BACK! DON’T FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM WITHOUT ME!”

Paradox stops mid-step. Turns slowly. “What does that even mean?!”

Wade let out a muffled and unintelligible shout as the door slams behind him.

Paradox stared confusingly, he simply watched the door shut close. You’re both left alone in the silence.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, seemingly trying to get his composure.

After a while, he stepped towards your direction like the concept of small talk offended him. With zero fanfare, he dropped a thick file on the table and sat across from you.

No smile. No greeting. Just a cold calculation.

“You’re not a variant. You’re… something else entirely. No origin point. No nexus event. Just raw, unauthorized existence.” he explained.

You raised an eyebrow. “Gee, thanks. Really puts things in perspective.”

He didn’t laugh. Of course he didn’t.

Finally, he looked down at you. His eyes were sharp, assessing.

“You can call me Mr. Paradox. Field Agent. Timeline Enforcement. I handle cases that don’t fit in neat categories.” His tone flattened.

“You’re the messiest file I’ve ever seen.” he added.

You blinked. “And I’m supposed to be flattered, or…?”

He slid a standard incident report across the table toward you, followed by a battered pen like it offended him just to hand it over.

“Fill it out. Honestly. Don’t embellish. Don’t waste my time.” he spoke coldly.

You twirled the pen in your fingers, unimpressed. “And if I refuse?”

“You’ll be processed. Then erased.” he said it so simply. Like ordering black coffee.

So naturally… you did the most immature thing possible.

You filled it out with a doodle of a stick figure being vaporized by a pruning baton, added cartoonishly dramatic flames, and scribbled,

“Screw your Sacred Timeline. And your weird little zappy stick.”

It was petty. But boredom does that to a girl. You added a smiley face for good measure. Then pushed the file across the table and grinned at Mr. Paradox like you’d just won something.

He stared at the page. Clicked his pen once more and picked up the report like it was contagious— and walked out without a word.

You figured that was the end of it. Just another day being erased from existence.

You did not expect a response.

Until the next morning… There it was. Folded neatly under a book on a neat table. A note... clean and smelled like bureaucracy and contempt.

You opened it with one brow raised. And there it was that wrote…

“It’s called a time stick or simply a pruning baton. You’d know that if you read the handbook instead of defacing official reports.”

“Also, your depiction of the TVA uniform is both inaccurate and insulting.”

— Mr. Paradox

You snorted. Then grabbed a napkin and a glitter pen.

“Says the guy who dresses like a sad vending machine.”

— Y/N

You handed the napkin to the TVA soldier assigned and let it be delivered to Mr. Paradox.

The day after, another note.

“This is a standard-issue from TVA. Unlike your wardrobe, which appears to be held together with chewing gum and unresolved trauma.”

— Mr. Paradox

The insults went back and forth for days. Insults became tradition. Banter turned ritual.

You teased. He corrected. You prodded. He cracked— but only a little.

Until one night, you wrote...

“You think about me when I’m not around, don’t you?”

— Y/N

No response. Silence.

You lost hope. You thought he was never gonna send a response again. And so, you let him be.

Not until a full week later, when Wade literally threw it at your face, shouting, “Oh my GOD, just KISS already— he wrote you a flirty essay disguised as an insult. I saw it. I CRIED. Do you people even know how unresolved your tension is?”

Wade strolled in like he owned the place, which, to be fair, he often acted like he did. “Buckle up, baby girl,” he announced, throwing a folded note at your head. “Because Romeo finally wrote Juliet back.”

You blinked. “What—?” I stammered. “How did you even got in here?” I raised my brow in confusion as to why he’s walking free.

“Doesn’t matter.” he cut off, instead sprinting closer to you. “He cracked,” Wade whispered, clutching his chest. “And I was there for it. I’m emotionally invested. You two are my favorite enemies-to-lovers multiverse masterpiece.” Wade grinned widely before handing you the note formally.

You opened the note. The handwriting was familiar—precise, clean, a little obsessive. Very him.

You read the note carefully… slowly. And sure enough, there wrote,

“For the record, beings like you aren’t supposed to be this persistent. Or this distracting. Stop writing back. Or don’t. I don’t know. Just… don’t get erased.”

– Still not a love letter. Mr. P.

Your chest tightened. Your stomach did a somersault you’d never allow out loud.

Wade was already in the corner, pretending to sob into a bag of popcorn he’d absolutely stolen from another timeline.

“I knew it,” he sniffled. “The emotionally repressed ones always fall the hardest.” Wade muttered while pretending to dab a tear.

You read the note again. And again. Then folded it carefully, like it mattered.

Which… maybe it did.

You didn’t smile. Not exactly. But something about the weight in your chest got a little lighter.

You reached for a pen.

And started your next reply.

Note: Please do not copy, or repost this to other platforms without my permission, thank you! 💜

- naughtyry

[fandomgirl800]

Anchor

(Mr. Paradox x Reader)

Warnings: grammatical errors

!SPOILERS! for Deadpool & Wolverine

Word count: 2686

Summary: (Y/n) gets teleported to the TVA by agent Paradox who wants her to work for the TVA despite her being clumsy. It seems like a normal job, until…

(A/n): After 3 years of a break, I return with a fanfic that my friend inspired me to write (thank u 💐). There were no fanfics for Mr. Paradox, since the movie is still new, but I thought I could write a few. Also this is my first attempt to write for him.

(Y/n) fell through a portal in a smaller office with a scream. She was quite shaken up as she got up from the ground and looked around. The office was not very spacious, rather small, smaller than she was in for a day in her past jobs. In the middle of the small room was sitting a man in a suit, he looked almost bored.

"W-what...?"

"Before you start asking questions," he started with a very British accent and glanced at a file, with a frown. Then he gave her a questioning look, and there was the awkward silence. He took a deep breath and continued, pointing on a chair in front of his table, "Here, sit."

(Y/n) sat down quietly.

"I-I want to employ you..." he stuttered.

She raised her eyebrows, "Is this the office I sent the application to two weeks ago?"

"What?"

"You know you could have called, I am already employed in a different office as a secretary," she spoke quietly, but slightly smugly.

"No you're not," he rolled his eyes, "This is TVA or Time Variance Authority. I am an agent Paradox."

"Agent? Like... Avengers type of agent?" she raised her eyebrows, "Or just a normal agent? You know I haven't even sent my application here, you must have found my..."

"Enough!" he sighed, "(Y/n) (Y/l/n), if I may, you don't have a choice in deciding whether to work here or not, you will work here..."

(Y/n) slightly frowned, her eyes carefully scanning Mr. Paradox, "Okay 'agent'..." she scowled, "What are the details then, how do I work? Where? How much do I earn?"

He was the one to scowl now, "There are no such things... It seems like you still don't understand. Follow me," he pushed through the small space between the wall and his table, walking out from the small office. Glancing back on the doors, (Y/n) noticed that it said 'Janitor room'.

"Wait, you're a janitor?"

"No?" he scoffed, "The room is just in the stage of intense rebuilding on a proper office."

She nodded and followed him through the TVA, looking around. From time to time he glanced behind at her.

"We do manage time and space here," he spoke and pointed to multiple of the screens on the wall.

"Whoa... Are you sure this is a job for me?" she raised her eyebrow. Mr. Paradox looked very unsure, "Yes."

"Why me?"

"Because you're important for your timeline. You're the anchor," he pointed to a smaller branch, "I want you to work for us, for a special project of mine."

"Who is ‘us’?" she asked and looked around. There was no one behind the tables around them.

"The officers are not here currently..." he spoke and brushed his hair with his hand, "I could use a sandwich... Wait! No, don't touch that!"

He noticed (Y/n) reaching for a couple of buttons. She immediately drew her hand back, "Alright."

"You could have messed up the stats!"

She just stood there awkwardly, "Alright."

"No! That is not alright!" he said and noticed that another smaller branch was created, letting out a displeased grunt.

"I suppose you will fire me now boss..." she spoke timidly.

Mr. Paradox turned to her and sighed, "No! I didn't even begin showing you things around. You will get used to this."

He gave her a look up and down, "Come on, chop, chop, we shouldn't waste time."

(Y/n) was now wearing uniform for TVA agents, nervously fiddling with her hands.

Mr. Paradox still kept reading the same file over and over, while (Y/n) found something much more interesting in the archives. It was a woman named Tess. There was a picture of her, occupation - time agent, and with red letters - terminated. (Y/n) shut the file quickly.

Terminated?

Glancing back at Mr. Paradox, she noticed that he was blushing, shutting the file on (Y/n) that he was reading quickly and moving to another one.

"Uh- boss?" she asked quietly, "What happens to the agents that don't do well?"

Mr. Paradox turned to her on a squeaky chair, "They get re-schooled, or sent to the void. Why do you ask? Don't you have something better to do? I told you to look for the other anchors from other branches."

"But why?" she asked, "For TVA I would expect the place to be a little more electronic and less paper."

"Oh we have that, but we're not fully electronic," he said and fixed his red tie.

"Then why aren't we using the easier search method?" (Y/n) accidentally dropped a stash of files and they spilled on the ground.

Mr. Paradox uncomfortably gulped, "Because I... I can't get to the files right at the moment. You see they are fixing my access card and we can't get to those files without an access card."

(Y/n) would listen closer, but she noticed a file on agent Paradox. She quickly snatched it and placed it under her vest.

"Oh look at that time. I suppose we should go to have dinner," she said and hurried over to her employee room.

Agent Paradox walked to the smaller cafeteria place they had at the TVA, (Y/n) shortly followed. It didn't take much time, she noticed that most TVA agents, officers or even soldiers were looking at them.

They both picked up dinner quietly and went to sit.

"No, don't sit next to me..." he began whispering, but (Y/n) already sat down.

"Why not? You haven't told me that others don't look really friendly," she said and a look of fear crossed her expression.

Instead of answering he quietly ate his sandwich and walked away. That's when she realized that the TVA personel weren't looking at them both. Only at Mr. Paradox.

After hours, as she was explained that she would have to stay in TVA for some time, she walked to her room and lifted her pillow on the bed. The file was still there, it was very dusted. Proof that the electronic versions took the spotlight now.

She began reading the files to find that he attempted to go rogue a few times, failed an attempt to get a date, something called time ripper, attempted destruction of branches, stealing multiple sandwiches from the cafeteria... Of course, breaking rules, reschooling. So naughty...

(Y/n) sighed and then freezed. Attempted destruction of branches?

She remembered the moment when he explained to her how the anchors work. That she was the anchor. Also that without the anchors, the branches begin to slowly wither. Was that the reason she was here? He wanted to destroy her timeline?

(Y/n) ran through the TVA, looking for exit until she didn't bumped right into Mr. Paradox, which resulted in him spilling coffee on them both.

"You should watch where you're go- Oh (Y/n) it's you..." he spoke sighing, "I-"

"Yes I know... The coffee...I am sorry," she nodded and then noticed that he had someone following him, "Who's that?"

"That's your new co-worker, agent... I forgot his name. Now I have to go to change, excuse me," Mr. Paradox said with a very displeased tone and walked back towards his office.

"So agent (Y/l/n) is it? Didn't know you and Paradox were on the first name basis already," he teased, typical bad boy. That weird haircut, expression of a risk taker trouble maker.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"You heard him clumsy... Agent 'I forgot his name'," he chuckled.

"You're being rude," (Y/n) tilted her head and frowned.

"Sorry beautiful, pleasure to meet you," he spoke and walked forward to the main room. Great. All those questions she had about agent Paradox and now she had an annoying co-worker. His words left a little blush on her face.

"Agent (Y/l/n)?" Mr. Paradox was standing in the doorway staring at her a bit coldly.

"Yes sir?" she turned to him. He looked almost quite sad.

"Go to work," he uttered and followed the newbie.

Time went by. She lost count of hours, possibly days she spent there. She wasn't exhausted, she wasn't aging, but she grew closer to her co-worker seeing and working with Mr. Paradox less and less. From time to time he walked to see them in the main place where they worked, giving them short glances.

(Y/n) almost forgot about the file she was hiding under the bed. It was getting dusted again. (Y/n) and the rebellious guy that she just called newbie - because he never told her his name - were building something from the spare parts. It was slowly beginning to look like a cube.

"Why do you think the boss wants this?" she asked, putting away a smart tool that she almost got cut with a few seconds ago.

"Whoa carefully darling, we don’t want you to get more clumsy than you are," the newbie spoke and pulled up his safety glasses, "I don't know. But he got me out of my world after some things went wrong."

(Y/N) could hear a nervous clicking from above where Mr. Paradox was sitting.

"By the way thank you for the flowers, I don't have a clue where you got them from. They made me happy. How did you know my favorite color?" she smiled. The chair above squeaked and Mr. Paradox walked away from his usual place.

"I didn't get you any flowers darling," the newbie shook his head clueless, "But I can next time."

She shook her head and looked up at the doors that closed the moment Mr. Paradox exited the room.

On lunch she didn't sat this time next to newbie, but next to Mr. Paradox, "You didn't had to go all Mr. Darcy on me over there you know," she sat down next to him as other TVA members gave him displeased looks, but most of them ignored him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, "I'm your superior, you shouldn't..."

"What? Sit with you? And who am I supposed to sit with?" (Y/n) frowned.

"Anyone else, your co-worker or anyone," he said grumpily, eating some dessert.

"Didn't have sandwiches today?" (Y/n) asked. He just shrugged.

"Anyways... Thank you for the flowers, they-"

"I didn't give you flowers," he uttered, lying.

"Alright..." (Y/n) stood up and walked back to the workplace, a newbie rushing in her steps.

Mr. Paradox just sighed and leaned on the table, hiding his face in his hands.

One day, she walked into the empty workplace. (Y/n) stumbled to the main screen console and pressed a couple of buttons. It wasn't as complicated as the first day. She didn't look through the time lines, but through the history of TVA security recordings from this room.

She spotted Deadpool, Wolverine, some other people, Mr. Paradox being the boss of the place with many many officers and some soldiers. She sighed and kept rewinding the footage until she didn't spot a familiar woman. Tess. The one from the file she found.

She was speaking with Mr. Paradox. (Y/n) slightly raised the volume and listened.

"Tess I really love you, you're my life, I'd put you before the TVA anyday."

(Y/n) leaned on the squeaky chair and listened to Tess's cold answer.

"I would never love you in this timeline, or any other."

(Y/n) sighed and let the footage play a bit forward seeing Mr. Paradox looking into different branches where he was married, or at least dating Tess and... Was he crying?

"(Y/n)..." the doors behind her opened and she quickly returned the console to the same state in which it was a few minutes ago.

"Boss I didn't..." she paused, seeing him with a broken nose. Again. He held the baton. Behind her on the main screen that watched the flow of the time, one branch began slowly withering.

"Is that the branch of the newbie?" she frowned, "What did you do?"

He let the baton fall to the ground and walked to her, "I had to."

"What did you do to the newbie?!" she stepped back. Mr. Paradox noticed, and sighed, "He was fired."

"Fired? He was definitely more capable than me. Are you sure it had nothing to do with your goal to decimate the branch timelines? You want to speed the process of it because it's too slow or something? Because an agent you used to work with broke your heart?" she took a deep breath, noticing his hurt expression.

"Yes I know. I know that after your last attempt to destroy a branch, you were sent to reschooling. I see it didn't help."

"How do you know?" he asked, scowling.

"I found your file. I know you gave us a task to build you a time ripper. Please tell me you didn't do it just because..."

His silence told enough and now (Y/n) scowled, "You know they will catch you again. This is an incredibly bad plan. Even for you..."

Mr. Paradox just stood there.

(Y/n) walked to the pruner and picked it up.

"What are you doing?" he sighed, "Be careful with that. I don't want you to accidentally prune yourself."

(Y/n) pruned the parts of time ripper, "It wasn't finished anyways. Void can do what they like with that bunch of scrap."

She noticed increased worry on his face, "I won't tell... Just tell me the reason I am here."

"I wanted to accelerate the erasure of the time branches. They shouldn't be. But with the anchors they were still going, so I figured out a plan that would accelerate the process too," he said, "You know the rest."

"Then why am I still here?" (Y/n) threw the baton away, "Why wasn't I 'fired' too? And what happened to Tess, was she fired as well?"

Mr. Paradox walked down the stairs and sat on the close table, "Tess was the one who came up with the plan of erasing the branches. She hated the idea of being with me in any way. And well… Higher ups found out about her plan.”

"Why? I mean you're such a good boss, the best I ever had, and a nice guy besides the long list of bad things in your file..."

He paused, "I wanted to destroy your universe."

"Then why haven't you?"

"I couldn't, I... You fit into TVA so much and you're good with the papers," he lied.

(Y/n) crossed her arms.

"Your co-worker got fired because he flirted with you, and that is not allowed in the work space..." he continued stuttering.

"And the flowers from you?"

"Those were simple romantic gestures from me, not flirting. Also the hallway is not considered as a work space."

"Alright... Just... Don't try to destroy branches again," she shakes her head and walks out from the room to get some air.

Later that day, he knocked on the doors of her employee room. She immediately opened, "I think I should go back to my universe."

Mr. Paradox held something behind his back, "That's sudden... But I understand. I can send you right back," he said, disappointment seeping from the tone of his voice.

"Wait... Will my universe be alright if I stay here?" she sighed again. What was wrong with her heart and mind all of a sudden?

"Yes it will... As long as you stay here, your timeline is secured," Mr. Paradox nodded.

"What are you hiding?" she asked, leaning on the wall.

He blushed, giving her the file with her name, "I admit, I read your file a couple of times, as you read mine. I know you weren't the best worker in your universe. Very clumsy. But I was wondering if you wanted to sit next to me in the cafeteria next time? If you will stay, that is."

She smiled a bit and nodded, "okay boss."

"You can call me just Paradox."

"Will I ever learn your real name," she smiled.

"Maybe."

[diana-daphne]

I saw Deadpool and wolverine awhile back (really loved it) and I have not seen nearly enough talk of Mr. Paradox

That man is peculiar in a way that intoxicates me I want to keep him in a mason jar with little holes in the lid so he can still breath like a ladybug

I really wish I was joking when I say I could not spend the 1 fucking cent it costs to make this an actual gif

[dreamycloud]

He (Chapter 2!) has risen, babygirl, and it’s live on AO3 😂✨

(Srsly, I made a full recovery from my cold and I’m SO glad to have posted this! Brad’s POV at last).

In which Brad has another dream about his timeline life, protects his ticket out of the program (Paradox) from a religious nut, eats Parry’s breakfast, and finds a way to crash orientation. It still remains to be seen if Brad made the right choice in forming an alliance with Paradox.

[forevertrueblue]

As I've previously said, I've seen the writing on the wall about this for months based on leaks and a scooper who's known to be pretty reliable coraborrated it yesterday but man I wish Mobius was coming back for Deadpool 3.

Him taking up up B-15 on her offer to come back to the TVA if he wanted, having not found purpose in the universe but still not being happy to come back. It's not the same without Loki. Not chaotic enough.

And then Deadpool shows up and he's off on another wild ride.

Another big Mobius fan was telling me it'd be too soon to see him be involved in such silliness after where we just left him (I'm guessing that's why they took him out, because apparently he was considered for it) but I think it'd be a good balance because he needs to have some fun, he's drawn to chaos, and a lot of people forget this but Deadpool movies have heart and he could be part of this one's ("you remind me of someone I used to know").

Reliable people have assured me that he (and Loki and Sylvie) are all coming back to the MCU, but I could have really used his presence in this movie, even though I already love Deadpool regardless.

Also this Paradox guy who's replacing him better have his own personality because watching this movie and seeing a prominent character just being Discount Mobius would take a lot of the enjoyment out of it for me. And make me more worried they'd just replace all of Mobius's future with him.

[pixie-mask]

has anyone made gifs of Mr. Paradox. Cam I please be pointed in thr direction of Mr. Paradox. I would really like to see and reblog gifs of him.

[optiroseprimartz35]

@invader-777

The perfect movie scene doesn’t exi-

-the music timing, mr darcys acting, the tva man’s face.

Perfection 😘

(Sadly I couldn’t download any none bleeped ones)

[tomorobo-illust]

See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/tf-starscream-114678238

What's left to say? These prayers ain't working anymore ~ I hear you call my name And it feels like home Why YES, of course, I also went to see Deadpool & Wolverine. I meant to draw Deadpool and Wolverine things, but I was also stuck in Transformers land and my brain decided to make this instead.

Starscream FINALLY became Cybertron leader, but barely a day passed when he found out his timeline is dying because his universe's Optimus Prime is very GONE. No problem, just find another one and everything is fixed right? Congrats Starscream, you found the saddest one of them all 8D

The quote was inspired by this video I found regarding the Matter and Antimatter: youtube.com/watch?v=vXd3UY_F8OI

And this fantastic mashup of I've been listening to nonstop while working on this piece, "Ashes & like a Prayer - Ultimate Mashup (Edited Version)" by Penguin Performances: youtube.com/watch?v=GmDwgw2erDs

[tinymintywolf]

i wanna see you out that door, baby bye bye bye!!

[guardianjameslight]

I hate when people say we don't get pure evil villains anymore while these mfs exist.

Additional mentions: The White Dragon from Peacemaker, Dreykov from Black Widow, Firecracker, Sage, Stormfront from The Boys, Airachnid from Transformers One, Voller from Indiana Jones 5, Moff Gideon from The Mandalorian, Sofia and Forge from D&D, etc.

[psychopacifist-rm]

Final time.

Me as Albert. My dad as Mr. Crow this year

He enjoys Rusty Lake even more than me.

My apologies, I’m dark haired. A bit non-canon.

[mobius-m-mobius]

#welcome back Tom Wambsgans ✌️

Deadpool and Wolverine // Succession S04E04