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I come forth with more fandom observations and my opinions on them.

Prepare

A lot of times whenever I'm reading something that is platonic sometimes the author just pops up freaking out at the end with a note or something . 'This is not a relationship I'm not saying it is! Please you got to trust me!'

It's honestly bizarre because obviously, I've been reading what you have been writing.

And objectively I understand why they're doing it. I myself have written a few things between characters that feel borderline. But if you take the context it is quite obviously not romantic.

Not necessarily even an example for me but the idea of a kiss on the head from a father is nothing like the kiss on a head from a partner. And that is blatantly obvious in writing.

So the conclusion which is an obvious one is to prevent everyone who does not realize this from freaking out. But I asked you a question why would you pander to that? Why even entertain those people?

A lot of times in my writing I feel I shouldn't have to clarify because I don't. And I just think it's bad practice to treat these people like faithful actors. It perpetuates delusions in my humble opinion.

Why should you have to spoon feed reassurances to people for their peace of mind?

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big fan of their dynamic this session

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grian a minecart behind you

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You know it's really funny to me because there's a lot of things in my house that just make sense for us but can literally no one else.

Alcohol paraphernalia? It's everywhere. Even have a Jack Daniel's rug at the end of the hall.

Alcohol also everywhere but never gets drank. Except for the occasional moonshine that pops up and slowly disappears in the fridge.

Wine boxes? Storage there's one on my floor in my room right now.

The fluorescent light bulbs that haven't been changed in 20 years and are slowly dying that we switch around in hopes to get them to work? Yep my closet was even vibrating and making noises because the one in there was dying. (I thought I had gone insane)

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I LOVE SECRET SOCIETY

that octokill was so insane…

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stupid ass sketch bcs I feel bad feeding tiktok and not tumblr

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spent an hour making these instead of writing

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Outsiders POV of The Hermits that everyone is sure don't exist

Everyone knows stories of old gods, legends told with their origins unknown. Some stories they knew as fact, the tales of the watchers and old players who became godlike. After all, everyone had their stories of that everyone knew someone who knew someone who had a story.

Stories of the Blood God and The Angel of Death. Stories of a man who fought a God and won only losing an arm, of an old server being torn apart by watchers for entertainment.

But there were other stories. Tales of immortals who could build machines that could do impossible things. Of beings who reshaped the heavens and the earth to their whim. Those who almost seemed to make life itself without a touch of magic.

There were so many stories and fantastical tales. Though over the years they seemed to pop up less and less. And in return those stories seemed less and less plausible as time went on, soon they were thought of as nothing more than just a thought up fantasy in the mind of someone many years ago. Only meant for trying to entertain others.

Some players still swear to this day that that just wasn't the case that these legendary figures were elsewhere now. Secluded somewhere making a paradise for themselves that they had credible sources they swear.

No one believed them of course. If these powerful entities existed they would be here now in one of the many worlds showing off and being worshipped. Like the God that blood never seemed to stop dripping off of who roamed, conquered, and killed as much as he pleased. Or the death worlds that were set up by the watchers for their own entertainment, those that looped endlessly that everyone prayed they'd never be thrown into.

No one was willing to believe beings with such power would ever be benign, much less benevolent.

But the stories persisted of magical tricksters who could con you out of house and home put nothing but a dirt block as an offer. Of a tamed watcher who entertained themself with relatively harmless pranks. Of an angel and a Demon who were inseparable.

Of cunks and chunks of machines that could produce amounts of resources yet unseen for the inhabitants. Machines that shook the world and nearly broken. Stories of all make of breeds, hybrids and creatures who inhabited this world and made it their own.

No one quite knows where the stories come from but they still persist. All coming back to a world, one singular one, that housed beings nearly as ancient as the creators. They swear one of the beings even has an IOU from one of the creators themselves.

But that was preposterous surely if this were the case everyone would know. After all, what admin would ever want to put up with that? What admin could?!

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Father and Daughter bonding time ✨

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Sigh

Always the writer, never the reader.

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Chances that Wade has been flagged by a goose? ( I mean obviously he has so at this point the question is how many times)

Do Wade and geese have beef now? Does he hate them and accuse them of being treated as bastards. After all they're usually both Canadian.

How does Logan feel about this?

(inspired by me at a young age getting flogged by a goose on a golf course)

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Cape Elizabeth

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Cw: Newfound love, mentions of break-up, Cannibalism, knife play, primal urges, biting, sacrificial flesh and blood, and freak for freak energy.

Siren Wade x Fisherman Logan

@saphizzle @cupcakemyducktape @resident-idiot-simp @sirwadewilsonfromimgur

The longer he waited, the more nervous Wade got, looking over the feast he had collected. He had spent hours only finding the best, tackling 2 largemouth bass, a long chain pickerel, and a thick yellow perch he's been saving for a special occasion. He isn't sure what else Logan eats other than what he's brought him in his lunch box so He took the liberty of collecting various types of seaweeds, ocean plants, mosses as well as a handful of mussels and about 4 large clams.

Shifting, he frowns, wondering if Logan was joking. What if he wasn't coming? What if he did all this work for nothing? His head snaps the other way, hearing footsteps, his ears flattening as fear welled up in his stomach. What if Logan planned this so they could catch him? What if Logan was paid to lure him to the shore so they could kill him? Logan has told him about the things they do to fish, about sushi and fish and chips..

His heart quickens as he lets out a nervous whine, swallowing only to whisper. “L-..Logan?”

Between the clanking with each step, the smells, and the fact that he looked different, Wade wasn't sure. It didn't help that he couldn't see very well. Not because it was dark. No, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he wasn't entirely used to coming up here during the night. He's gotten used to looking at Logan (even if he is slightly more blurry in the sun) in the day time but this is his first time trying to adjust his sight to moon light outside of the water.

His spines and back fins spike up as he hunches over, almost looking like he was copying a feral cat.

Letting out a soft growl, Wade backs up closer to the waves. He's heard about this. Stories of humans capturing them and turning them into lab subjects or fancy food for rich people.. whatever that meant.. all he knew was that if he was taken from the water too long, he'd get sick and die. And obviously- he didn't want that.

Well, that's too bad for ‘rich’ people because he was poisonous and infected. With what? Who knows, but Logan said he probably has some kind of disease. Logan also had no fear when touching his spines for the first time either, which was a big shock for Wade, seeing as they are literally poison stickers. He didn't care. Like he was too naive to know or just confident enough that Wade wouldn't cut him. Both were very stupid ways of thinking, but both were possibilities, really.

“Wade?” The voice called. “What's wrong?”

Immediately, Wade clicks, the end of his tail in the water softly wagging with excitement only to glare. “Logan! You smell funny…” He says, as if explaining why he was in a defensive state.

“I showered.” Logan chuckles, thinking he was joking.

“A-and what is that? You look different.”

“What, this? You don't like it?” His arms come out, looking down as if showing him the on sale suit. Similar to the way Wade fluffed his tail and chest when he wanted attention.

“What is it?” Wade growls, still unsure and displeased with the entire get-up if we're being honest.

“Oh.. It's a suit. I-.. It's the nicest thing I own so… you know.. thought I'd wear it to our date.”

“Take it off!” This is said as more of a hiss than anything.

“Woah, heh what happened to dinner first?” Logan asks, setting down the bag of things next to him only to see how uncomfortable Wade was, fully spiked up and snarling. Logan frowns. “Oh.. you're serious….okay..”

Beginning to strip, he started with the tie, taking off his shoes and coat, beginning to unbutton it though stopped when he heard clicks of approval.

Glancing up, Wade was much more curious now, and even purred when Logan pushed his sleeves up.

“What's wrong with you, Huh? What? Can't even recognize your own mate?”

“You still smell funny.” He states, his nose wrinkling as if he didn't like it. “And why does your hair look like that?”

Logan blinks, a little offended. “Jeez.. tough crowd.. it's just some gel..”

“I don't like ‘gel’.. smells gross.” Wade grumbles, laying down.

“Since when did you get so picky?” Logan asks, picking up the bag, Starting to get out a pan, showing it to him.

“I know what you smell like and It's not that.” Wade says, his spikes lowering, ears drooping in a much calmer state, observing as Logan began to try to make something, setting up a couple pieces of metal until the pan sat nicely on it.

It's Wade's turn to blink, looking at it with big eyes, curious as to what it was. The pan smelt like meat and held a deeper scent he felt prick up the back of his neck.

“What's that?” He asks, hesitant but his curiosity is how they met in the first place.

“Stay back. I'm making a fire.”

Wade knew what fire was. He saw it and asked about it when He first stole Logan’s lighter, staring at the light, basking in it's brightness before Logan snatched it back from him.

Wade stays back, having touched the fire once and remembered how upset Logan was with him for getting hurt.

Logan pulled some wood from his bag, placing it and doused it with a liquid that made Wade back up into the water, covering his nose with his hand. “Eugh.”

“I know. Just for a second. It's got to burn off.” He tells him, flicking open the metal lighter, setting the wood ablaze.

For a moment, Wade was filled with fear, backing up, his chest in the water but quickly leveled out the more the flames did the same. The calmer they got, the more intrigued he was.

In the dim orange light, his eyes twinkled, flickering and glowing, amber itself was jealous of him. Logan stared, but not at the fire, at Wade, a look of awe washing over him.

".. so.. you caught dinner for me right?" He asks trying to look away, glancing down at the sand only to look back up, seeing his huge toothy grin.

"Mhm!" How do you look at such a beautiful face and not smile.

"Oh yeah? Whad'ya catch?" Picking up some sand, he rubs it between hus finger tips to keep himself from reaching out and caressing his fins right now.

"A buncha stuff!" Wade then goes on to show Logan every peice of meal he has caught for the two of them, explaining where and how he caught or harvested each one, excited and talking a lot more then usual. Logan only smirks, watching his lips move with each word.

God.. what is wrong with him? He had tripple rows of teeth, sharper then anything he's ever seen and still... he wondered what it would be like to kiss him.. would Wade bite his tounge off? Oh, he hoped so.. Glancing up, Logan noticed that the moon was full, shining down on him from his point if view like an angel. What did he do to deserve this? What god did he please?

Of course only he would attract a rare creature like Wade.. if he really was a siren like he described, Logan wouldn't be too shocked. He's been alive long enough to know that weird shit was always happening to him. Though, Logan didn't care. He didn't mind. Whether he was a unique mutant or an actual mythical being, Logan enjoyed his company regardless.

Though.. if he was true to his word.. if he was a siren.. Logan frowned, wondering how long its been since Wade has eaten a proper meal.. perhaps thats why fate brought them here.. HA! Who is he kidding? Like that exists.. like theres just some all seeing force bringing them together for the soul purpose of allowing Wade to... to feed on him... for all eternity.. constantly providing for him... single handedly saving the species... Logan swallows, eyes wandering to his teeth, imagining the burning of his flesh being ripped apart.. that sting of satisfaction that he longed for. And for a very.. VERY.. long time.

"So which one do you want?" The question and joyful chirp snaps him out of it, tilting his head, raising his brows with half lidded eyes. "Hmm?"

"I like mine raw but I know you like your food cooked. That's why you made the fire, right?"

Logan nods, "Yup." He picks up one of the smaller fish, prepping it for cooking.

Almost an hour passes. They've been talking about everything and nothing the entire time, Logan's hard snorts and Wades chirping that resembled a giggle falling over the sizzling of the meat (Logan passed on the moss and seaweed) "More for me!" Wade had announced, swallowing the long stringy pieces in a wet gulp. He didn't chew.. just swallowed it whole.

Logan's eyes widden, swallowing nervously. Watching your date slurp down a 10 inch long clump of wet leaves ussually wasn't this erotic, but its the way he stuck his tounge out and wrapped it around the plants first. How he tilted his head back, stuck his tounge out down past his chin and swallowed it all in one squelching go.. the buldge in his throat didn't help his pants situation either.

"Is... ahem .. is that why you're red?" Logan asks, shifting to hold the fish he was about to cut in his lap.

Wade nods, mouth full of Dasysiphonia japonica, an invasive species of seaweed that is starting to take over the east coast of Maine these last couple years. It's color ranged from a deep wine red to a pink because of the presence of the pigment phycoerythrin; this pigment reflects red light and absorbs blue light.

"That's why sometimes I'm lighter."

"You.. you turn pink??" Logan asks, smiling like an idiot now (as if he wasnt before) "Wait.. so.. everyone tries to catch you because they think you are eating all the fish but.. you're helping the ecosystem by eating all the bad algae?"

He could practically hear his heart thumping. He heard folks round here talk about the "monster" who keeps "eating all their hauls" but all this time Wade has been keeping the red algae at bay.. it made him wonder.. would he turn green if he ate kelp for a little while?

Then again, the seaweed is what was causing the kelp forests to dissipate, so that probably wasn't a good idea.

Wade blinks, not sure what he was talking about, he just thought the red ones tasted better. "...Uh-huh"

Logan snorts, looking down as he began to cut up the larger fish for cooking. "Heh.. Does that stuff even taste good?"

"Oh, Yeah! It's delicious. A little salty but this is the ocean. Everything is pre salted." He laughs, mimicking some poor soul he heard long ago. That was the thing with Wade. He spoke so well for someone who only mimicked and copied.

Getting a glance of the open mouthed hearty laugh, Logan let out a chuckle. "Heh.. yeah I guess it i-Ouch!" Breathing in through his teeth after slicing open his thumb, deep and to the bone. Blood gushes down his hand as he frowns, dropping the knife in the sand. "It's alright, this isn't the first time." He reassures Wade, who has instantly became dead silent. Taking off his freshly ironed white button up, he wrapped it around the finger, holding it tight with the other hand as he kept the compression.

"Wade?"

Infront of him, the sweet gentle critter he was once speaking to now a slit eyed creature of the deep. His spines raised, shoulders hunched, breath heavy. He growls low, seemingly hesitating to bare his teeth.

"Wade..?"

Wade looked primitive. The kind of glint in a tigers eye when it spots you deep in the Siberian woods. The type wolves gained when A caribou was spotted after multiple failed attempts at hunting a decent meal.

The kind that would send shivers down someone spine as their fight or flight kicked in, their adrenaline kicking them in the ass, telling them to run faster.

But not Logan, no. No, see, Logan stares, wonderstruck of the beast in front of him. The one that could easily slice his throat and start eating his heart for dinner and his intestines for dessert.

The prickling nerve ran up his back, sending up his hair and goose bumps as it went, shocking something more down south to twitch as part of him felt fear.. for the first time in decades.. He was actually scared. A sick devious grin creeps onto his face.

“You tryna scare me, big guy?” He asks, nkt being sarcastic. Wade was huge up close, much longer then any human he's ever seen. His body subconsciously scooted back with his arms, legs kicking slightly as if to get away, but it was too late. He already had marked him as prey. Logan could see it in his eyes. How his nose twiched with each deep sniff of the air, like a starving shark finding an injured sea turtle. Helpless, yet armored.

Something told Logan that Wade liked the challenge.. well.. was he in for a suprise. Before he could say another word, Wade was already on top of him.

Fuck he was fast. Logan hadn't expected him to be this quick on land but I suppose seeing a potential meal- I mean- mate changed all of that.

“Heh… Hey!” He says, a hand coming to his chest, having felt it before and seen him puffed up like this, but something felt different. He felt warm and his scales were rough with grains of sand stuck to them.

Trying to calm down his heart, Logan smiles awkwardly, pulling his lip up. “Fuck.. you're uhm.. you sure are excited..” He mumbles, his breath heavy and uneven.

With Wade on top of him like this, tail between his legs, Logan fell backwards, letting his head rest on the soft sand. “S-so… we uhm… we doin this shape of water style or what? A-heh..”

Part of him felt stupid. The last time he felt nervous about being with a guy was World War II and this was a whole different feeling. Both his arms stood on either side, trapping him underneath.

Perhaps it was his body's natural arousal response to danger, or maybe it was because Wade had his mouth open, snarling at him as drool dripped down from his multiple rows of razor blades, but he was hard. And he was ready. He wanted this so badly.

They Both did.

Wade might think that only he has been eyeing Logan, but the feeling was mutual. In a way, It just seemed the dock boy had been a little nervous about the authenticity of the creature's love for him, given his background and all as a man eating fish..

To Logan, Wade was nothing short of just a poor mutant who got the short end of the stick when it came to mutations. Or perhaps he is a mythical being. Maybe mutants derived from mythical creatures like Wade. Either way, it didn't matter. As long as Wade's feelings for him didn't diminish.

"Alright big guy.. you want this? Hm?" Logan brings his hand up, letting Wade press his nose agaisnt the bloody limb. Quickly, his claws dug into his wrist, keeping him close. Just as quick, his teeth rip the cloth away, shredding it like a dogs chew toy. His tounge wraps around the bloody hand, lapping it up like nobodies business.

Logan lays there, not daring to move, letting Wade get a taste of what he needed so badly, Fresh Human Flesh. He knew fish could hold him over so long. He needed meat. And lots of it. Skin and blood. Muscles and tendions. Wade needed to suck the cartilage out between his fingers as a snack.

Just as his thumb healed, the yearning growling turned into a thick and genuine whimper. Pulling away, Wade backs off, lowering his head like a dog guilty of getting into the trash.

His breath was heavy, spines still flustered. Gripping the sand between his webbed fingers, Wade panted, stomach rumbling.

"I-"

Without hesitation, Logan sits up, seeminly unphased by the outburst. Instead, he takes the knife, slicing deep and long across his arm, holding it out to him. "Here."

Again, Wade's eyes slit, nose twitching and back raising, getting ready to pounce. It was clear now. Wade was hunting him. He has been for months. Why else would he get so close to shore if he hadn't a need for food?

But to his suprise, Wade shook his head, pulling his face from the arm despite the desperate need to be fed.

"No.. I-""

"Wade..." Logan whispers, full of care deep from his chest, blood dripping and running down his forearm.

"N-noo" Begining to breathe heavily, his tail slapped back and forthin the water, growling and shook his head. "No! I-.. I can't " He whines under his breath, backing up to create distance.

"Wade.. Bite me."

"What!?" His eyes widden, shocked that Logan, or any human, would so cassually offer themselves as a sacrifice to him.. and to think.. he didn't even have to use his voice to lure him in..Logan did that himself.

"Bite me." Logan says, watching Wades inner turmoil. To eat.. or not to eat. That is the question.

Still, Wade panics, not sure if this is a test or not. "I cant.. I-.. i wont stop." He admits. Logan had smelt good since the begining. At first, yes, he was prey. A large meal to keep him satiated for at least 5 months. But now? Actually, the moment he spoke to him.. he decided not to eat this one. As badly as he wanted too, he refused to let himself go. Refused to let go and loose his hold on the riens.

"Bite me, Wade."

"No-" He protests, going as far as biting his tounge, keeping his entire face away from him like a child refusing bad tasting medicine.

"Do it." Logan slices his arm again the moment it heals, wanting Wade to get a sip, a taste, of all that he's worked so hard not too get.

"I don't want to kill you, Logan!" He shouts, worried and afraid, so very afraid that the first time he DIDN'T want to kill his mate, he would end up ripping his neck out right here and now; staining the sand for weeks to come.

"You won't. Do you trust me?" Logan asks, raising a brow, inching closer with each slow crouch forward. His tone is serious, the same when he told the other workers what to do.

"Mmh.." It's not more reassurance then it is a whiney admit of defeat.

"Wade. Do you trust me?"

"Yes.."

"Bite me."

With the hesitancy of a cat crossing a stream, Wade bit him, lerching forward to latch his teeth into him like a misquote finding a rare blood type.

Pinning him to the sand, He growls, eyes slitting into thin string-like consistency.

Sucking in, Logan gasps, letting out a low groan, tilting his head further back only for Wade to bite harder, snarling at him to hold still.

Gritting his teeth, he's careful to put a hand over his head, if anything pressing gently, shushing him.

"Shh.. you're alright. Take as much as you need." He whispers, getting merely a whine in return. One that said he was scared. Scared of loosing control. Scared of hurting Logan. Once he started it was hard to stop, and he had the feeling if he swallowed any of the blood seeping past his teeth and down his chin.. he wouldn't stop until he had all of it. Untill Logan was no longer consious.

This wouldn't be the first time he's taken too much from a human mate...

So many deaths. Many accidental. None could handle him.. nothing could satiate his hunger

.. or his intense breeding habits..

What made Logan different..?

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"Don't worry too much about it, Logan. I'm sure you'll find a nice lady someday thats not got a coward bone in her body." The older woman says, smiling as she set down a bowl of clam chowder, complete with oyster crackers.

Leaning down, she kisses his head. "Come now.. she obviously wasn't what the world had planned for you. God knows he was the only one for me." She mutters, smiling at an old picture on the wall.

What made Logan different was that Wade managed to sliver his scaley ass through the glue he used to keep himself shut, the sneaky bastard finding a way in...

The wind always blows in Cape Elizabeth, cold and miserable. Love stood no chance agasint it. She told him she liked the fall, but hated the harsh winters. They watched every sunset, untill they got sick of each other. She drifted away from here.. away from him.

She never asked once, she never asked why. He over worked himself and drank too much. Her affection grew thin. So he glued himself shut. Tight and locked up like an oyster trying to hide from anyone trying to take the black pearl he called his heart.

Logan used to be afraid of the water. He felt small in the city. He prefered this fish town.. fish didn't judge. Fish couldn't break his heart.

"Hearts only heal, after breaking." The older woman told him.

"Who wants a broken man that smells like fish and works all day?" He asks her.

Smiling, she rolled her eyes softly. "Ooh.. you boys and your young love. It dosn't end here, Dear."

Logan sighs, looking at his reflection in the thick soup. "But I loved her.."

"Ooh, I'm sure there's another firey red thing out there that would be more than happy to have you, sweetheart."

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Sighing in relief, Logan makes the mistake of trying to sit up. The once large mouthful of neck tendon is jerked, ripped from the bone. In a single gulp, it was done. Gone. Wade didn't even need to chew.

The gurgling gasp that comes from Logan made the creature keep his eyes shut, keeping them tight, not wanting to see yet another dead mate below him.

A soft whimper leaves his throat, golden reflective tears whelling in his eyes.

This is what he was afraid of. He didn't want to kill Logan, but he couldn't stop. Couldn't let him go either. If he could just.. let go.. he might be able to run fast enough.. oh who was he kidding? The second Logan tried to run Wade wouldn't have a choice but to chase him. It's been too long since he's had a proper meal. Since he's had prey to hunt.

A gentle hand reaches up, carefully caressing his face. "..Wade."

Oh great! First he works so hard to get a proper human mate and then bam. Dead. And now he's hearing him from beyond the grave!

"Wade.. Open your eyes."

He shakes his head, sniffling.

"Red. Look."

Opening a single eye, Wade watched as Logan's throat regenerated itself. His eyes open wide, staring in suprise.

"B-but I.."

"I know. And I told you it's okay."

As if a dusty lightbulb suddenly got power, his eyes lit up. "So.. so I can eat you?? And you won't die!?"

"Well.. it still hurts so..but yes. If it's what you need, go ahead."

"Are you sure? I don't want to-"

Logan again, gashes open his arm, and within seconds Wade is on it like a leech. "Yeah. That's what I thought.. ahh god.. fuck. When was the last time you ate? Easy with the-" Logan groans again, laying his head back in the sand, allowing the tripple rows of teeth to dig into his skin.

"Teeth.."

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I'm plotting cosplay I can do after my birthday (soon) with the money.... I mean besides the puppet which I'm going to go as for the 2nd FNAF movie.

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Dermont learning about Wade form other people

Ft: @shy-canadian-snowflake

I'm thinking more about Dermont and how many funny things you can do with him

Poor guy has no idea who the hell he's dealing with and who exactly Vanessa's friends with or who her Ex is. You know that man finds out in the most unfortunate way

He's just your normal guy™

Which makes him an anomaly

Vanessa loves the normalness and the others respect that I mean honestly at some point you do just need a break from the insanity. But alas eventually he has to learn of everything else.

It starts off small. One-off comments from Vanessa that has him scratching his head. From there Russel coming to hang out with them because he wants to get out of the mansion. (Vanessa and Wade all but adopted him after the Cable ordeal)

And well yes it's slightly weird that this random kid is hanging out here Vanessa obviously cares about him so he doesn't really care.

But it doesn't stop there. Oh no no no, Blade saves her ass one night and is thusly introduced to Dermont. The poor guy is beyond lost because what?

From there is member after member until final he meets Wade and Logan

SC: And what confuses him more is that he's hearing two different stories:

Vanessa saying. "Oh Wade is a really nice guy, he's very caring and sweet."

Blade saying "First time we met he called me retarded."

Me:

The whole time every new member he meets he gets conflicting stories.

Cable: Fucking obnoxious jabbering asshole

Domino: I don't know I think he's funny

Weasel: I'd say he's my best friend but we'd probably kill each other we never had the chance

Neg: Reluctantly he's not that bad of a guy

Yukio: Oh Wade's great

Needless to say that Dermont had no idea what to think of Wade. Any idea of meeting him felt more and more horrifying.

And the way they spoke of his partner Logan was even more bizarre. They seem hesitant to say the least like they were speaking of a ghost. The others seemed reluctantly okay or annoyed with him.

SC :

Yes! Some talk about him as if he's a living myth-

Russel: Wade told me he help stopped professor Xavier twin sister by just holding hands- what the fuck does that even mean? Power of friendship or some shit?

Laura: His not always the greatest guy, but he'll stand up for what's right when the time comes.

Me:

I mean seriously what exactly is he supposed to think? Obviously Vanessa must have seen something in Wade so he can't be all that bad but.... The stories try paint a different picture

It's also a shock to the system to see just how many different people Vanessa's friends with. These people who have nothing in common besides apparently Wade.

Vanessa doesn't even try to explain it says that she honestly can't that Wade is just magnetic like that. You can never really shake him once he lashes on.

Logan is just the latest victim.

And according to all their friends the man couldn't see happier about it. Supposedly Logan was a lot like Wade and with that came a lot of fights but also a better understanding each other. Apparently they were inseparable.

It seems they're friends all declared them both insane and perfect for one another. Which was more unsettling the more he got to know their friends.

I imagine the first time he meets them Wade has a knife in Logan's shoulder and Logan had his fangs sunk into Wade's neck.

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Okay hear me out outsiders POV of Russel and Laura and their conversations either from just normal people or the mansion inhabitants

Laura taking the call walking down the street

Laura: Hey bro

Laura: WAIT WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT STABBED?!

people walking by: 😧

Laura: No NO NO you got to tell them..... Yes I know they'll get upset but If you don't tell them that means I will and they're going to be even more pissed if they hear it from me.

Laura: How many stitches?..... NO you are going to get stitches and a tetanus shot and whatever else you need I don't know.

Laura: I don't care that we heal you don't

People on the street:

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Russell chilling at the mansion and pick up Laura's call

Russell: Hey Laura.......what do you mean you got blown up?! Are you good?

Students: 👁️👄👁️

Russell: Are you with Wade and Logan?...No?! How bad is it are you ok?

Russell: Ok good you have all your limbs. And I guess organs don't matter. You going to tell them?

Russell: I don't know I feel like you'll cause mayhem if you go into somewhere and buy a new shirt while you're covered in blood.

[resident-idiot-simp]

You know the big reason I don't really contribute or interact with the Minecraft fandoms is because it's inhabited mostly by children. Now that necessarily isn't the issue, no it's how a minority of them act.

I made a post complaining about one of my thoughts on something a good while back. Boom they're in the comments 'You shouldn't do this. You should have your post like this actually. You're being so negative and you need to tag it /nag'

Honey I am a grown adult with a life that is not the internet I have opinions and you're going to hear them. I don't give a damn how you feel about it. Do not try to police me with your holier then thou attitude or I'm going to get mean real quick.

I don't know what it is with the Minecraft area specifically but it seems to attract literally the worst people. Do I enjoy a lot of content from that sector? Yes because I grew up on it.

Will I interact with it a lot on Tumblr? Chances are absolutely not because I don't want to deal with it. I swear to God if that sector just became a little less insufferable and less full of children trying to preach how they're actually right and you're wrong. They would have a lot more creators making stuff because I highly doubt I'm the only person with this opinion.

[resident-idiot-simp]

Resin shrimp!!!

I have not been ignoring you I promise

The Officalverse has consumed me and I can't claw my way back out most times

Send help

Once again Resin Shrimp here!

Nah you're so valid the life series is back and I too have been thoroughly dragged back into Watcher lore. I'm fact I'm currently waiting Evo for the first time.

Everyone always make it so angsty which yeah but bruhhhh I don't always what to see angst. You can make is so much fun but all anyone ever writers is the most horrific stuff you've ever seen. (I have some thoughts why that I don't think I should get into)

But anyways this is all too say valid and same.