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It's The Principle Of The Thing, Or: The Danma Takeru Squid Game AU Nobody's Looking For But You're All Getting Anyways

Rating: PG-13

Tags: violence, death mentions, strong language, humor, no squids were harmed in the writing of this fiction

Summary: Danma Takeru ends up winning the Squid Game. But, before he goes home with a substantial sum of money, he has a request.

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Blood. Blood on his arms and his shirt and his legs and his hands. Smeared across his left cheek, a slow drip bubbling up from a cut on his forehead and sliding down the length of his nose.

Number 420 stands above the corpse of his opponent, knife in hand. A combination of wickedness and triumph in his smiling teeth, with eyes that squint against the cut of midday sunlight, looking at the camera he knows is broadcasting directly to the room of VIP'S above.

He gives them a thumbs up.

"Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable."

The surly man in a gazelle mask stubs out his cigarette with all the anger of a man who lost $200,000 on a bet; probably because he did just lose $200,000 on a bet, all thanks to the skinny little weirdo on the dusty field below.

"He doesn't even speak Korean," the man shouts angrily. A black-masked someone silently refills the man's whiskey, which immediately gets snatched up and gulped down. "And he owns a hat shop, for Christ's sake! What the fuck kind of hat shop guy wins a five-hundred-person deathmatch?"

"If it makes you feel any better," a woman in a bird mask says, "he's also the owner of a nightclub. Got ties to the yakuza, too."

"And he knows a little bit of the language," another voice chimes in, "he was talking to the guy in front of him about 'Crash Landing on You' during tug-of-war."

"Oh, that was so good—"

"Hey," a man in a zebra masks asks, "I think he's trying to say something."

The group turns their attention to the large screen on the wall, and sure enough, Number 420's mouth is moving. Slowly, as if he's trying very hard to enunciate.

Inho unmutes the video feed.

"Fight," the man says in very careful English, making sure to emphasize the sharp 't' sound at the end, "Squid."

"The fuck he talking about?"

Inho presses the intercom button.

"Seven," he says, and the triangle-masked guard to the bloodied man's right nods, "you speak Japanese, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Please ask Number 420 what he means by 'fight squid.'"

Seven does as he's told—Seven always does what he's told. That's why he's allowed to have a gun (and the occasional extra dessert on his dinner tray.)

Number 420 perks up considerably. He turns to face Seven and, pleasantly surprised, begins talking animatedly at the masked man.

"What's he saying," Inho asks, even as Number 420 continues his small speech. Winners don't usually speak at all after the final game, overcome with grief and exhaustion. It's as refreshing as it is concerning that this one is so...chatty.

"He...says he wants to fight the squid," Seven recounts, "the...the squid from the squid game."

Murmurs swell from the VIP's. Inho hesitates, then presses the intercom button again.

"That can't be all," Inho replies, trying not to sound as confused as he feels.

"I think he's trying to convince us," Seven explains, "says that it would be poetic. And fun. And cool. And, well, he keeps giving me different adjectives, but they're all positive."

Inho is honestly stumped. Does this man seriously think that there's an actual squid? And what's more, even if there was a squid...why would he want to fight it? What could that possibly accomplish?

"Is there anything else," Inho asks, hoping that Seven will give him something more reasonable to consider.

"He," Seven says after a moment of hesitation, "He...told me that I have a sexy voice."

Regardless of how true that statement may be, Inho needs to act quickly—the VIP's are growing rowdier by the second, laughter turning to conversation turning to half-drunken shouting.

"Tell him," Inho says, voice raised to be heard over the din, "that we will discuss the next steps shortly. Until then, follow the usual protocol."

"Yes, sir," Seven says, and he and his partner begin to escort the strange man from the arena.

"I'd watch him fight a squid," Bird-Woman says as she stirs the olive around her martini, "It'd be fun."

"With any luck, it'd kill the bastard," Gazelle grumbles, "I'd pay good money to watch him get torn apart."

"I don't know," Zebra-Mask hums, "I think he could win. 420's clever."

"Or just really lucky. Either way," Bird-Woman says, "I wouldn't mind seeing a man like that in a wetsuit. Especially when he's got such a cute butt..."

There are many benefits to wearing a full-face mask, but for Inho, the most useful feature is that he can make any unpleasant face he wants and nobody else can see it—in this case, it's an exaggerated roll of his eyes and a pursed-lip frown.

The VIP's are not to be swayed—someone has ordered a round of tequila shots, and it's only fueling their desire to see an aquatic showdown.

"How difficult would it be to get a squid, really?"

"We're surrounded by ocean. Bet you could find a hundred of 'em real easy."

"My buddy owns that aquarium on Jeju, got some huge motherfuckers swimmin' around in there. He could lend us one."

"But what if he kills the squid?"

"There's no way that little freak can win a fight against a squid."

Inho clenches his fists at his sides. This is a delicate situation, to be sure. The last thing he needs is a room full of very powerful people whining—God, the way these over-rich assholes moan over everything is beyond insufferable. Plus, their money keeps the game going. It would be bad for business if he wasn't able to satisfy their wishes...no matter how idiotic those wishes may be.

"An extra five million would cover it," Zebra-Mask adds, "two million for the squid. A five-hundred-grand life insurance policy. And the rest can go to our gracious hosts for our care and keeping."

"What if he wins," Bird-Woman asks, examining the sharp points of her purple-lacquered fingernails, "Surely we can give him something."

"He gets the five-hundred-grand set aside in the event of the squid's death," Zebra-Mask pauses a moment, "Although, from what I can gather, he'd probay do it for free."

"Because he's a fucking dumbass," Gazelle mumbles. He crosses his arms over his chest and turns to address Inho, "Whaddya say? We gonna make this happen?"

All eyes are on Inho. Even from behind bejeweled masks, he can feel the needle-cut sharp of each expectant gaze. There is no choice here; only the illusion, which makes everything much worse.

"We," Inho finally says, resigning himself to his fate, "shall make the necessary arrangements."

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Money talks.

But what does money say?

Today, money has opened its papery mouth and decreed, "I want the largest squid you have, and I want it flown to a remote island off the coast of South Korea so a man with too-long hair and an unbelievably loose grip on reality can fight it to the death."

It's only cost $300,000 to get Lola, a pink-red Humboldt squid whose tempermant can be described as 'ornery at best and 'an absolute fucking nightmare' at worst, settled into the indoor pool arena in the basement. It's not particularly large, but Lola seems to appreciate it anyways, darting her way about the enclosure with graceful flicks of her tentacles.

A beautiful thing to behold, to be sure. The entire wall of the viewing gallery is made of glass, giving the VIP's the perfect view of the action.

"Those things are brutal," Zebra-Mask says, accepting a dainty cup of tea from a gilded tray, "Absolutely hate humans. 420's got quite the fight ahead of him."

"Good," snaps Gazelle, "I hope it tears that bitch apart."

Inho eyes the coffee cart to his left jealously—what he wouldn't give for an extra-large mug of French roast, with some of the hazelnut cream that French billionaire gifted him last January.

That, or a an entire bottle of red wine, all to himself. With a straw. And not a single VIP in sight.

"Being out of bed before nine is both a crime and a sin," Bird-Woman muses, putting her slippered feet onto the human ottoman in front of her, "but I think this one's worth it."

"Spare me your weird, misplaced lust," Gazelle taunts, "Your boyfriend's not gonna be so pretty after that huge fuckin' beast tears him to shreds!"

"Prettier than you, dearest," Bird-Woman quips. She nods towards Inho. "Any chance I could get his number after the fight? Assuming he lives, of course."

"That's something I'll have to discuss with 420," Inho concludes. Unfortunately, he's been asked this question before. It very rarely ends well.

"Speak of the devil," Zebra-Mask says, "here he comes."

The video feed shows Number 420 enter the arena flanked by four guards, his flippered feet slapping loudly on the tile as he makes his way to the edge of the pool.

Procuring a wetsuit had been easy enough, as was stitching white patch with his identification number on the chest. Instead of the usual mouthpiece oxygen system, he had been outfitted with a bubble-shaped diving helmet that had a microphone built in—420 had been told it was to allow for verbal communication, but really, it was so the VIP's could hear his screams of pain when the beast inevitable tore his limbs from his body. Inho never did get much joy out of that part, but his benefactors insisted.

"Well, hello handsome," Bird-Woman calls out, "Oh, I do hope she keeps him mostly intact. Would be a shame to tear such a lovely specimen apart..."

"Get his ass," Gazelle yells, pointing at the glass. He's still drunk from the night before, most likely, as evidenced by the slosh of bourbon that splashes over the rim of his glass.

"We're ready when you are, sir."

Seven stands to 420's immediate left; Inho plans on thanking him personally for being both a translator and for waking up three hours early to give their player a crash-course on diving.

"You may proceed."

Cheers erupt from the VIP's when 420 jumps into the water. Honestly, Inho doesn't much care who wins or loses the match—the sooner these people (and the squid) are out of his hair, the better.

It would seem that Lola is also displeased with her company. She had retreated to the far end of the pool when he first breached the water—a fear response, no doubt—but now seems rather annoyed to know that someone has invaded her new home.

Inho finds her terribly relatable.

"Alright, let's fuckin' go," Gazelle slurs, leaning forward in his seat to get a better view of the curious creature stalking closer to the diver.

When Lola is close enough to reach out her longest arm and touch 420, he begins speaking. Conversationally, jovially, as if meeting an old friend.

"Seven," Inho says, "would you be so kind?"

"Certainly, sir," Seven answers—although the man is a safe distance from the pool, he still has a view of the goings-on via a television monitor mounted on the wall, "He's introducing himself to the squid. He told it to call him Takeru. Says it's a pleasure to meet him and...well, he just asked the squid for its name."

"How charming," Bird-Woman exclaims, "I had no idea he was such a gentleman!"

"Was he being a gentleman when he killed four people in Freeze Tag a few days ago?"

"Hush," Bird-Woman snaps, "that doesn't count. Won't you tell him the squids name? Surely it won't hurt anything..."

"Tell 420," Inho says into the intercom, "that her name is Lola."

Seven translates, and 420's face lights up behind the bubble-shaped mask. Apparently, he finds this news pleasing—for what reason, Inho can't be sure, but the VIP's seem to be enjoying themselves. At the end of the day, that's all that matters.

420 repeats her name slowly, let's it roll off his tongue—Lo-la—and then claps his hands together.

...Well, being underwater hinders the whole "clapping" thing. More accurately, he presses his gloved palms together. But the water does not stop him from launching himself into a rapid-fire set of verbalizations.

"He's..." Seven says, "Uh, how...how much detail would you like?"

A voice from the back shouts 'everything!' The rest of the VIP's seem to agree, excitedly calling out their own desires to be part of the conversation.

"As much as possible," Inho responds, although he very much wishes he could say otherwise.

Seven sighs.

"He's...complimenting the squid. 'A beautiful name for a beautiful creature,' to be precise."

"The fuck is this 'The Shape of Water' bullshit," Gazelle demands, "I came to see this clown get his ass handed to him!"

"It is rather curious," Zebra-Mask ponders, "Her breed is known for being extremely hostile. I wonder why she hasn't attacked yet?"

Inho has been wondering the same thing. Lola's breakfast had been delayed until after the fight in an attempt to provoke her—plus, she might even eat 420, if she was hungry enough. The VIP's would love that.

But, as of right now, she's not doing much of anything; simply floating in front of this strange man, round eyes blinking every once in a while. It's like she doesn't know what to do with him.

"He also asked," Seven continues, "if she...knows the song."

"Which song?"

As if 420 was waiting for Inho to ask, he starts singing. Well, sort of. It's more of a lyrical recounting, without words, to a vaguely familiar tune.

...Dah-dadah-dun-dah-dah-dadah- dahdun...

"Motherfucker," Gazelle exclaims, "I didn't know this guy was a fan of The Kinks!"

"The what?"

"The song," Gazelle says, waving his glass in a non-commital gesture, "it's 'Lola' by The Kinks! A goddamn classic..."

"Careful," Bird-Woman warns playfully, "Sounds like you're starting to like him..."

"Am not," Gazelle insists, "I'm just saying the man's got taste!"

Inho can't be bothered to pat attention to his guests' squabbles; not when Lola has decided to finally react with more than a blink.

Her left tentacle ribbons upwards towards the surface, then wiggles back down to her side. Then, she does the same with the right.

"What's it doin'?"

Lola sucks water in to the holes of her mantle, then pushes it back out to propel herself from side to side. Paired with the tentacle movements, it almost looks like...

"Oh my God, she's dancing!"

Inho feels a headache brewing. He had made sure to hook up 420's mic to underwater speakers, thinking his screams would incite the squid to further violence. How was he supposed to know that Lola had an affinity for 70's English rock?

"Alright, that fish fuckin' rules."

"Actually, she's a cephalopod—"

"I will 'cephel' your 'pod' if you don't shut the fuck up!"

Inho is shocked. Shocked and confused and...well, okay, it's a little bit charming, watching this strange creature shimmy along with the tune. Especially when 420 joins in, mirroring her movements with his arms.

"Sir," Seven says, "Her handler is suggesting we introduce food to the enclosure. She may be provoked to attack 420 if she feels he's competing with her for resources..."

"Very well," Inho concedes. It sounds reasonable enough, and the sooner she attacks, the sooner the fight will end and everyone can go home. Including Inho.

An array of prepared fish are dumped into the pool—Lola's flesh flashes from red to white and back again in delight as she darts up to begin her feast. Apparently, Lola was rather famished, because she devours fish after fish with ravenous relish.

But, then, she looks back at 420, and her coloring turns to a deep, dark red.

She propels herself down to his level. Even though she can't make facial expressions in the way that a human can, Inho imagines she's furrowing her brow. Finally, it seems as though she's going to attack.

With a great flourish of her right tentacle, Lola reels back as if to deliver a mighty blow...

...And pushes a fish towards 420.

"Oh, look, she's sharing with him," Bird-Woman gushes, bringing her hands up to press against the sides of her face, "isn't that just adorable?"

"How fascinating," Zebra mask says, "I wonder if she's imprinted on him somehow? Or, perhaps she thinks he's defenseless and her material instincts are kicking in?"

420 reaches down and picks up the silvery fish carcass and examines it, as if he had just been given a great and extravagant gift. He bows towards her and gives his sincere thanks.

"420 is thanking her," Seven recounts, "He's saying that it's very kind of her to—"

"Seven," Inho interrupts, not caring if he's being rude, "tell 420 to attack the squid."

Seven hesitates.

"Are you sure that's a good idea, sir?"

"We're running out of options," Inho says, speaking lowly so the VIP's don't hear, "Tell him he won't get the money unless he does."

That should do it. That should get something started, something less cutesy and heartwarming than a man and a squid having a dinner date at the bottom of a pool.

Seven gives 420 his new ultimatum—Inho wouldn't admit it, but he rather enjoys the way something akin to displeasure flashes across 420's eyes. As the moments pass, the man seems to become more irate.

Good. That's good.

420 says something to Seven. Seven says something back. Like a ping-pong match, they smack quick sentences back and forth between each other at a dizzying pace; Seven is to be commended upon his proficiency in the language, to be sure. Even the VIP's have started to pick up on their conversation, pausing their idle chatter to see if Seven and 420 are going to start arguing.

"Sir, I—"

Seven sounds troubled. Like he has bad news. Inho does not want to hear bad news.

"Is there a problem?"

"It would seem that 420...well, he's..." Seven gulps nervously, "He refuses to fight the squid, sir."

The crowd gasps. A few confused patrons shout things like 'why' and 'fuck' and as much as Inho echoes these sentiments, he chooses to remain calm.

Relatively calm, anyways.

"He what," Inho seethes, teeth clenching behind his mask as rage boils through his veins, "Perhaps I have not made myself clear. Unless he starts fighting the squid right this second, the money is as good as gone—"

"He understands that," Seven says, "he says that all the money in the world couldn't convince him to harm such a beautiful creature. He says that Lola and he have a...well, they've bonded."

"He's got a heart of gold," Bird-Woman exclaims.

"And balls of fuckin' steel," Gazelle adds, "I still hate that slimy fuck, but I respect his decision."

Well, great.

Inho takes a moment to consider his options. They could just shoot the bastard. Maybe Lola would feel more hostile if she got a taste of blood. Or, she could get very, very angry and male sending her back to her home aquarium even more difficult.

The VIP's seem to be in favor of his decision. When Lola leans in and allows 420 to pet her head, the group dissolves into a chorus of aww's.

"Pull him out."

Inho has had enough. Enough of this squid, enough of these VIP's, enough of the games—and above all else, he has had enough of player 420.

"Sir?"

"I said," Inho repeats, "Pull. Him. Out."

Inho turns to address the VIP's.

"I apologize for the inconvenience," he says, "but it appears that our squid is...not in fighting shape. I thank you all for your patience, and hope you will forgive us for such an anti-climactic finale to this round of games."

The VIP's, to their credit, take the news surprisingly well. Even Gazelle, who had been so keen on watching 420's watery demise, simply scoffed at the proclamation and downed another shot of bourbon. Zebra-Mask and Bird-Woman were very pleased that neither party was to be harmed, and not-so-subtly dropped a hint or two about wanting to stay in touch—with the squid and the man, respectively.

Inho watched them fish 420 from the tank. Lola had shifted to a sallow white-gray and retreated to the corner to sulk at the loss of her new playmate. He almost felt bad for her...but then he remembered everything that happened over the past half-hour, and decided that she deserved to suffer a little for the inconvenience she'd caused.

And then, there's 420.

Helmet removed, he seems oh-so-pleased with himself, flashing a wide smile to the camera and winking at the viewers he knows are cheering for his victory.

Inho wants to tear out his throat.

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It's nighttime.

The lights of Seoul flash through the tinted windows of a black limousine as it zips its way through the city, streets nearly deserted at such a late hour.

"Tell 420," Inho says, gripping his flute of champagne just a bit too tightly, "that he will be given one million US dollars...on the condition that he never try to contact our organization again."

Player 420 nods along as his translator—a very patient Seven, who had graciously agreed to accompany them on their journey—puts forth the terms of his release. 420 smirks and takes a gulp of champagne before responding.

"He thanks you for your generosity," Seven explains, "Although he's curious as to why you don't want to remain friends. He was under the impression that the two of you got along...swimmingly."

Inho rolls his eyes at the pun.

"You may tell 420 that any attempt to uncover the identities of anyone involved in the game will result in immediate termination," Inho says sternly, "We will be keeping an eye on him."

420 laughs. He finishes the rest of his glass and immediately snatches up the champagne bottle. He makes eye contact with Inho as he drinks deeply from it.

"He wants to know," Seven says, after 420 nudges him and says something, "if that means he can't visit Lola the squid."

The car stops. 420 looks at Inho, the fire of challenge in his eyes. The door to the limousine opens behind him.

"Get the fuck out of my car," Inho says coolly, and smiles in relief as Player 420 is dragged out into the street.

With any luck, they'll never see each other again.

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wrapped 24’

🪐Minutes: 20,851 ( top 18% worldwide )

🕯️Biggest listening day: January 13 with 673 minutes

🪐Played 368 songs

🕯️Top song was the fruits by Paris Paloma, streamed 668 times ( top 0.001% )

🪐Top songs

🍂 the fruits

🍂 Aftershocks

🍂 I’m alive

🍂 Wylan

🍂 Who’s afraid of little old me

🕯️My phases

🫧 January; Theatrical west end broadway

🫧 June; Pumpkin spice Strut Pop

🫧 October; Royalcore Fantasy Dark Academia

🪐Top artist was paris paloma

🍂Listened 4842 minutes and was top 0.05%

🕯️Listened to 316 artists

🪐Top artists

🫧 paris paloma

🫧 Aaron Tveit

🫧 Taylor Swift

🫧 Florence +the Machine

🫧 Joseph Trapanese

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i listened to next to normal so much in the beginning of the year that aftershocks and I’m alive was in my top 5. I love next to normal tho. ( and aaron tveit became my second most listened artist)

anyone else have that moment when they look at their Spotify Wrapped and go "why is my music taste this way and not super cool looking?"

just me?

oh okay

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If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

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I think this was my favorite of my listening cores that I got

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Agatha All Along "Agatha, that boy isn't yours."

Agatha & Billy

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All these blank and tranquil years, seems they've dried up all my tears.

Carolyn Maitland as Diana Goodman - Next to Normal (2024)

📸 @callmelasagna

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It's just you and me. We'll live, you'll see.

Eleanor Worthington Cox as Natalie - Next to Normal

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Kathryn Hahn & Joe Locke

Marvel Studios' Assembled: The Making of Agatha All Along

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Do you have an opinion as to why Agatha thinks the witches road was a more interesting piece of magic than Wanda's hex ?

Is it because it was based on the ballad ? Or personal interest (his subconscious created something that was directly linked to the culture of witches in a way that the hex really wasn't) ? Or both/something else ?

Thank you for the excellent question 💜

The fact that it's based on something witchy is definitely a big part of why Agatha finds it more interesting. She was super impressed with Wanda's hex and how her magic worked on the whole town, like the technical aspect of it, but I think she just found sitcoms cheesy. But the road leaned so much into witch culture that it's probably more to her taste. And Billy was fascinated with magic whereas Wanda didn't even want to call herself a witch so that contributes to her liking him more than his mother.

The other reason why she thinks the road is more impressive is that the road isn't just forcing them to act out scenarios like Wanda's hex, the road has become an incredibly powerful entity far beyond the theatrics. The poison in the first trial was real. Alice actually broke the generational curse. The ghost of Agatha's mother was actually summoned. Objectively, he created something far more powerful than Wanda's hex that in hindsight looks quite harmless compared to the road that conjures up your worst nightmares and forces you to evolve and heal the parts of you you never wanted to confront. The road did deliver, albeit in a very violent sometimes cruel way, but it delivered. That is objectively an incredibly powerful hex to cast.

And then the fact that it's a piece of Nicky come to life is not négligeable of course. It is Agatha, it is never one thing with her, it's always layers upon layers.

But I do kind of agree with her if only out of personal taste. I love Wandavision and it will always be special by virtue of being the first of Jac's projects I've seen and the first in this format, and the love letter to television it was. But as a non American born in the 90s the early episodes just didn't really speak to me that much, I had to read posts from people who understood the references to really get it. The only one I recognized is the Modern Family one which I loved but that's about it. I was way more interested in the magic part if it all. Now Agatha All Along, as a lover of fantasy and all things witchy, it was a love letter to all those iconic things I've loved so much. The references to Practical Magic, Fleetwood Mac, The Craft, The Wizard of Oz, summer camp horror movies, etc were just incredible.

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Imagine if a post credit scene had just been like Billy and ghost Agatha showing up outside Jen’s house

Her opening the door

Agatha: Sup?

Jen: Absolutely not

And slams the door in their faces

laughing at how Jen is out there with absolutely no clue what happened after she got her power back. later down the line maybe Billy and Agatha eventually come across her again and he’s like “oh! right btw the road was never real”

“…what”

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WICCAN | AGATHA ALL ALONG ↪ follow me my friend, to glory at the end

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I disagree with most people about the Agatha All Along finale and Loved the fact that the road was all in Billy's head, that the road was never real and that Agatha used the "I'm the only survivor of the Witches Road" schtick to trick Witches into stealing their magic, because she was just as surprised when a road Actually showed up. But Billy was so desperate in finding Tommy that he did Exactly what Wanda did, he made the road in his head, and others suffered because of his actions. Much like how Wanda was so desperate in her grief of Vision that she created the Hex, and others suffered as a result. "You're so much like your mother" as Agatha says...

Are there some questions that I have post finale? Sure, like how did Agatha get actually get her hands on the Darkhold? Was her plans in using the Darkhold to try and get Nicolas back? Will Agatha try to put things right with Nicolas in the afterlife or will she forever try to avoid him? and probably more that I can't think of at the moment.

It also seems that no one knows what a "cliffhanger" is anymore, because there really seems to be the possibility of another season and With that the show would leave the audience With questions that they would answer at another time, When they have more story to tell, not everything has to be answered all at once.

Also, WHY do fans need shit Spoon-fed to them?! "How was Agatha pregnant with Nicolas?" she had SEX! "He was made from scratch" meaning the Traditional way of having a kid, she and some rando off screed got it on and she got pregnant, she can't create reality out of nothing like Wanda can, this is pretty straight forward thinking people! Also Nicolas was Supposed to die at birth, he was supposed to be a stillborn but Agatha begged with Rio for more time, which Rio granted her, and was there when his time was up.

I was Never expecting Wanda to come back, Especially after the show told us that Billy's purpose of "The Road" was to find Tommy and Not Wanda. And I think a good chunk of these fans are just salty Wanda stans that are mad she didn't come back.

People were also pissy about Billy having focus despite us being LITERALLY TOLD this is Just as much Billy's story as it is Agatha's. "I wanted more Salem!" why? Wandavision already showed us what we needed to know, that her mother and the rest of the coven tried to kill her because she steals magic, that's all we needed to know. Just say you wanted Agatha and Rio to bang and be off already like damn...

I honestly can't Wait to see what the future holds for Wiccan and what projects they have in store for him, especially if they're going to be paralleling the comics like this.

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BILLY MAXIMOFF | AGATHA ALL ALONG ↪ death's hand in mine (7/?)

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Listen I Like Wanda, I think she's incredibly complex and pretty well written. HOWEVER, the Wanda stans just piss me the fuck off (or well, THOSE types of Wanda stans). Especially after these past two episodes of Agatha All Along.

"Why isn't Billy looking for Wanda? That's his mom!"

"How DARE he say Wanda isn't his mom! She tore reality apart to look for him!"

The show Explicitly says to us that he doesn't have any memories of Wandavision, just that he feels that his brother is alive, so it's Very justified why he'd be looking for Tommy over Wanda. And seeing what people like Wanda and Agatha have done to Ralph, Sharon and the rest of Westview it's Also pretty justified that he'd have negative feelings for Wanda, especially after telling Agatha to her face that he doesn't trust her. (It's also pretty justified for the residents of Westview to be angry at Wanda, to not use her name or call her "evil witch" because they were Suffering under Wanda's Hex. Sure, Wanda was grieving when her powers created the Hex, but that doesn't make her actions blindly excusable.)

He also spent like a week with Wanda (the timing of Wandavision is pretty wanky but that seems about right), and despite living as "William Kaplan" for 3 years, those 3 years he's had time to know these people and have them Actually Be his parents, so yea no Shit he'd be closer to the Kaplan's than Wanda. No Shit he'd call Rebecca his mom over Wanda.

I swear some of these fans don't pay attention to Anything if it puts Wanda in a negative light.

[chaoticandsleepdeprived]

SAY👏IT👏LOUDER👏FOR 👏THE👏PEOPLE👏IN👏THE👏BACK

Rio doesn'T GET A TRIAAAAAAAAALLLLLŁĻĽ🦅🦅

[chaoticandsleepdeprived]

I'm gonna stand my ground on this one:

RIO IS NOT 👏GETTING👏 A 👏TRIAL👏