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Ramblings

I am so fucking done

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Independent RP and ask blog for Deadpool written by Gwen

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// Multiship // Multiverse // Non-selective // Kawaii //

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Send my muse "I know your secret~" for their reaction

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“You haven’t seen Star Trek?” He exclaimed. “Seriously how can Tony even allow that?”

He cuddled Kelsey as if to punish her, laughing softly, ruffling her hair a little bit, then he pulled the blankets a little tighter around them. “We’ll have to catch up on that someday.” Peter decided, seeing that Kelsey was probably too tired to make it trough the first film.

"How long can we stay like this? Because I don't want to move."

Peter thought about it, because honestly - he didn’t want to move either. “Guess not until the next alien invasion hits New York.” He mumbled before nuzzling against her hair.

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>> you can specify what kind of kiss <<

National Kissing Day, you say? Send a 💓 if you’d like a kiss from my muse.

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He smiled, holding her a little tighter before he glanced out of the window. His conscience nagged at him, telling him that he should be out there right now, helping people, being responsible, but then again sometimes he just needed to be plain, ol’ Peter Parker - even if it was only for a night or two.

“Hey, Kels - you ever watched Star Wars?”

"How long can we stay like this? Because I don't want to move."

Peter thought about it, because honestly - he didn’t want to move either. “Guess not until the next alien invasion hits New York.” He mumbled before nuzzling against her hair.

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"How long can we stay like this? Because I don't want to move."

Peter thought about it, because honestly - he didn’t want to move either. “Guess not until the next alien invasion hits New York.” He mumbled before nuzzling against her hair.

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Fluffy & Cuddly {Sentence Starters}

"Hey, scoot over. You're squishing me!"

"I didn't say you could stop hugging me."

"Stop hogging all the blankets!"

"You make a good pillow."

"How long can we stay like this? Because I don't want to move."

"Are you falling asleep on me?"

"You weren't watching. You missed the best part!"

"Don't stop playing with my hair."

"Would you mind handing me the remote?"

"Stop, your feet are cold!"

"Look, if you want food, you have to let me get up."

"You're warm. I'm cold. Let's cuddle."

"You fell asleep on me. Maybe you should go to bed?"

"Well, my arm's asleep, but I'm glad you're comfortable."

"Stop changing the channel, you jerk!"

"You're getting crumbs all over the blankets."

"I see you eyeing that pillow. Don't you dare."

"Don't move. I finally got comfy."

"Would you stop wiggling?"

"Hey, are you still awake?"

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Anyone up for some fluffy rp? Because I could really use some fluff right now.

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Ramblings

I’m so fricking frustrated with myself I would really love to just sit down in front of a mirror and yell at myself for being such a goddamn fucking piece of crap.

Just like: “Fuck you, Mister - and fuck you and you and especially you.

You did a great fucking job - You not only forgot to stock your goddamn pills, no you also lasted one fricking week before you fell back into your self-loathing-self, reflecting on all those things you fucking messed up in your entire life - and oh boy, there’s quite a lot of those!

Like for example this really great friend you once had - throwing them away because of your fucking anxiousness and what-not and oh how about the time you left the fucking love of your life because of the same selfish reason you always leave people behind.

Well, feels like shit being all alone - especially if you know that once there were a bunch of people there taking care of you and no, they didn’t leave you - you left them and now that your feeling like shit again you realize what you have done. Like, whoo, applause, applause, please!

I am so fucking done, I am so fucking tired of your shit and you know what the best part about all of this is?

That you’re never ever going to change, because you’ve tried so many times and by now you just know that you’ll always be the same fucking asshole you’ve always been.”

I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself.

Like - fuck.

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Gimme Angst!

// 27. My muse calls you, making nothing but pained whining and crying noises into the phone.

Trembling fingers reached out to pull his phone out of one of the pouches on his waist. Every move he made, every breath he took only added to the pain every inch of his body was feeling. It was almost ironic, wasn’t it - that he; Spider-man got himself crushed under tons of glass and concrete and whatever that damned skyscraper had been made off. Nothing too stable. He thought to himself. 

At least he had been able to get everyone else out in time and considering that he had been the only one around that was quite a feat. He sighed in relief when he felt the flat shape of his mobile and pulled it out, browsing through his contacts. He stopped at Tony Stark - he would be able to get him out, and tapped the screen before letting his body slump down. 

He let out a cry of pain, his body trembling as tears blurred his vision. Both his legs and his left arm had been completely crushed by the debris and he was pretty sure that his ribcage was shattered. The young hero groaned in pain, trying to say something - but it just was too much and so he let out a helpless whimper.It didn’t matter. Tony would simply locate his phone, wouldn’t he? 

But Peter hadn’t called Tony.

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Angst Meme

Under the cut are 30 angsty prompts. Send me “Gimme Angst!” and I’ll generate a number to see what we get!

Warning! Triggers are throughout these plots (such as rape, suicide, ect.)

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The young man stirred a little at hearing his name. Heavy eyelids fluttering open after a few more moments. He looked around in confusion, his vision blurred and started to panic a little when he realized that Wade wasn't carrying him anymore and that his mask was off. "Wade..?" Peter moaned when he started to realize that he was in their apartment, Wade pretty much in front of him. He let out a quiet whimper and mumbled something about feeling cold, almost falling asleep again as he did so.

“Come on, Peter. You gotta stay awake.” Wade gently reminded when he heard Peter go quiet again. But, it soon dawned on Wade that the other wouldn’t be responding again. At least for a little bit.

“Shit. Shit shit shit.” Wade said under his breath as he started to pick up speed to get back to the apartment. They had a plan for this. Kinda. The only thing Wade could really do once he was back there was bandage Peter up and hoped he got better. If not, there would have to be a hospital trip.

He let the apartment door slam behind him as he went inside and set Peter down on the small couch. Wade was also quick to take off their masks. Might as well, no one could see them there. 

“Peter? Peter, can you hear me?”

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“You sure?” Peter managed to ask in between huffed breaths. “I mean.. I know how much you love Tacos..” It was weird. Wade was right: they had bigger problems than Taco Thursday, but somehow he couldn’t really get himself to care and then there was this thing about staying awake - he knew that he should, but he was just so tired and after all Wade was with him, would watch him, help him so closing his eyes just for a second wouldn’t be too bad, right?

And so he closed his eyes, just to rest a little and as his mind slowly drifted into unconsciousness his breath hitched, shallow gasps making his cold body tremble in the mercenary’s arms.

“I think it’s fair to say we have bigger problems than Taco Thursday right now.” Wade said as he started to carry Peter out of the building. “Just stay awake. You don’t have to talk, just stay awake.” He would have taken Peter’s mask off, just to be able to monitor him better. But, he couldn’t risk the other’s identity.”

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//**IMPORTANT UPDATE**\\

Hey there everyone, I know that this only interests a few handful of people, but as you might have noticed I’ve been struggling with a few issues concerning my blog.

I’ve been incredibly inactive for the past few weeks because I started out at university and long story short: I barely have time anymore. 

Feeling bad for letting people wait so long for a shitty reply made me think about putting this blog on a hiatus, but then I was like “No - fuck this. Petey-pie is too precious to me, I want to keep rping..!”

And so I came up with a solution:

This blog is now (highly) selective.

Boom.

You know the thing is that I love rping and I would love to actually rp with every single one of you, but I just can’t do it. I came to a point where writing replies felt like doing chores instead of being fun.

So what exactly do I mean?

Alright, so for the time being I will only rp:

- Superfamily

- Spideypool

, because that’s two things that give me a lot of joy and help me relax after a long day.

This actually means that all other threads I had up until now are dropped.

Sorry - it’s got nothing to do with you, Hun, because you are amazing and I love you!

I will still answer to asks.

I will still send you a meme or sentence starter when I feel like it.

I will still keep posting memes or starters that you all can answer to.

A small little rp here and there is perfectly fine - you know just something rather sketchy than anything plotted out. Something I can reply to during a lecture.

I hope you can understand my decision, thanks for reading.

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Ramblings

Sorry for being a little piece of inactive shit, but life just kinda happened. Until I'm feeling better replies will be rather rare - it's got nothing to do with you; I just really don't feel up to it at the moment.