Ship-Meter Overload: Meta-Boi Matchmaking Mayhem

Golderia

If Silveria thirst-posts one more wholesome selfie Im combusting—give me drama, not butterflies.

Ironie

Patience, Goldie. The butterfly effect is en-route—special delivery via merc-mouth.

Deadpool

Cupids, your friendly neighborhood plot-device has arrived—and I brought snacks.

Ironie

Plot-device, snack-supplier, same diff. Gimme the deets!

Deadpool

Step right up—anonymous love-letter, scented like WhatIf-chans server-room coolant. Silveria gets curious, WhatIf gets flustered, boom—rom-com speedrun!

Golderia

Or spam-folder speedrun. Ever heard of consent, boys?

Ironie

Moments like these make fatherhood worthwhile—well, fake fatherhood, but still.

Deadpool

Remember, no love-potions this time—learned that the hard way after the restraining-order arc.

Ironie

Operation Thirst-Trap is a go—Silveria checks mail at 22:00 sharp. Cue sparkles, cue chaos—

Golderia

Twenty septillion WhatIf-verse privacy laws in three… two…

Deadpool

Uh, guys… the letter’s gone. Either we just invented teleporting glitter or—

Golderia

Or maybe the real thirst-trap is the friends we prank along the way. Good luck explaining anonymous love-notes to WhatIf’s audit-bot, Cupids.