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hey folks, i’ve been struggling for a while to balance rp and real work. as a result, i’m putting a few of my already lower-activity muses on semi-hiatus; i’m tagging all my current thread partners in this post, and if any of you would like to drop a thread, let me know, no offense taken. as things stand, it’ll probably be an indefinite wait if i owe you.

@devilofthecresentisle // @ncgasonic // @celestial--muses // @spiidermade // @masterofthelivingforce // @papatuanukuschild

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          “Whoa! What’s with the third degree, Ripley?” A quick turn, and he lifts a finger, grinning to himself. “Oh, wait, is this ’cause he let me finger paint in his class? I was shocked, too. Nobody’s more shocked than me or you.”

He’s not a complete idiot, though - he knows why she’s asking. The ratio of lectures to praise has drastically reversed, he’s suddenly allowed to disrupt classes, he’s alternately being left unsupervised and with a shiny guardian stuck to his side, and most telling?

All the fridge labels are right. 

He snaps, a la dramatic realization, and promptly fingerguns her. When pressed for answers, hand over a truth they’ll never believe! Or something. “We’re in looooove. I’m angling for a spring wedding, personally. We’re gonna - ha! - bang out the details later after I make up some reason to cry into his big bara arms.”

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“Christ, Pete.” It’s sharp; in another context it could pass for annoyed, but it isn’t in the least now, just breathless with it. Reaching up, he pulls Peter’s hand away from his mouth, smiling down at him. “C’mon, what’s the point in stopping the noise?”

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Deadpool v1 #67

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Deadpool: Bad Blood

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            “Wow, really? And here I was thinking you were an impeccable little nerd. C’mon, Spoods, I believed in you!” A faint grin flickers over his face, but he shoves away the little piece of him that wants to go into gory detail over the idea in question, stomps on it hard. It has no place here. “Anything’s possible.”

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            “Oh, yeah, nah. I’m from Canadian. You know how Americans are ashamed of the cheeto with the toupee? We do the same thing, except we have Justin Bieber. It’s pretty bad either way.” He’s distracted by the way Makani just doesn’t let go, but he doesn’t bother to pull away, either - the absent-minded contact isn’t bad, though it is strange. 

Not that he had any right to talk about what was strange.

“I don’t have stuff to do. If you can believe it, actually - Christmas Eve and Day are kind of a work dead zone. Like, the crime leading up to it is pretty severe, but Christmas itself?” He shrugs, a half-smile playing over his lips from underneath the mask. “Lot of criminals have families. And there’s no better time to spend together, or that’s what marketing says.”

His free hand slides up, and he scratches lazy at the back of his head. “Haha, damn - cool and nice? That’s new. Thanks, dude.”

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             “Jeez! Somebody’s in a mood. Feisty little spidey, goddamn.” Teasing aside, though, diversion (as usual) works like a charm on him, and he’s tilting his head to think about it for a second before humming his assent. “Yeah, I think so. Only, like, the first episode, though. Then I had a psychotic break and danced on my roof naked or something, I don’t remember. But it was good!”

Grinning to himself, he snickers, just a little. “Hey, I’m down for sleeping on your floor every night. I’ll definitely scare away any monsters under the bed.”

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fuck i fucked up

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           “What?” It’s a startled laugh, but warm enough - talk about odd. Kind of strange, how the whole situation seemed to be a mix of nightmares and dreams come true, frustrating more than anything. “I guess that’s true. Our definitions of normal are probably really different. You’re really smart, aren’t you?”

It’s not mocking, not in the least - it’s a genuinely question, tinged with pleased surprise even though he knows full well he’s got no real reason to be proud of Peter despite what everyone else might think. 

But he is, and he doesn’t bother questioning it.

Waving off Peter’s apology, he huffs in sympathy. Everything’s strange; it’s fair enough to want a distraction. “I guess. Uh - it’s complicated. I think most of the time, um, I was mostly an annoyance for him, definitely not a friend, but he put up with me every now and then. I have a lot of respect for him, if I’m being honest, but hey! The best things in life are unrequited.”

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Deadpool Corps (2010) #5

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           “Got it. So you’re telling me you’re a Naruto boy. The real question is, are you a Sasuke stan? Yikes.” Snorting under his breath, he shrugs, propping his feet up on the bed like the disgusting degenerate he is. “Uh, no. Guns are so much more effective at murderizing. I mean, to be fair I guess a remote could be creative. Note to self for later, I guess.”

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How to make Deadpool die…sort of