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oi amor, você faz ou conhece alguém que faça header nesse estilo? dá marvel? só que na cor roxa com preto? por favor ♡

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[airbendertendou]

a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + connor happy disability pride month <3

anon requested : hi! i was wondering if you could do something with connor and the autistic reader and like them going nonverbal and how he would handle that? You don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna! :)

please do not use this as a way to self-diagnose. having one thing in common does not necessarily mean you are autistic. im not a therapist or doctor, if you think you’re on the spectrum, talk to them. <3

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temperature irregulation ♥︎

hank was a firm believer in a cold house. when the summer season came and brought a heatwave with it, the older man wouldn’t allow anything other than a brisk, chilly living room.

it was often you’d come over to go over old cases and study with hank. interning with the detroit police department was fun — the academy, however, you could live without. you’d learned to dress warm when visiting hank’s house, having a hard time warming up once you were cold.

“here,” a thicker sweater is placed over the couch, the sleeve laying on your shoulder. you take it without thought, swapping your thinner one for the new one. connor smiles at the pattern on your fuzzy socks, the sight of your toes curling in delight at the warmth bringing something tender to his brain. “better?”

you nod with a hum, “thanks, detective.”

hank rolls his eyes, hiding the curl of his lips at your obliviousness. “anyways, as i was saying—”

[interrupted] routine ♥︎

every day at 12:10 pm, you’d wander into the breakroom for a snack and drink refill. connor didn’t mean to memorize your specific regimen — but after watching you do the same thing for a week straight, it stuck to his mind.

you loitered in the doorway to the breakroom, peeking in occassionally to see if it’d emptied out any. gavin caught your gaze, rolling his eyes at your hesitance. it was then you spotted the mug in his hands — your mug, the one you always used. your frown deepened.

connor budged his way into the crowd, bumping into gavin and causing his drink to spill. every curse leaving the human’s mouth went ignored — connor only watched as you cowered away from gavin’s angry steps as he left. grabbing the dropped mug, connor rinsed it four times before holding it out to you shyly.

you crept into the breakroom, grabbing the handle of the mug and shooting the android a thankful grin.

stimming with pressure ♥︎

hank opened the door to his house with a sigh. connor’s eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head, questioning the elder silently. hank leans against the door, “[name]’s been here a while, s’all. won’t leave my bathtub.”

a safe zone, connor concludes, somewhere small and compact ; where you could see every corner and every threat. he makes his way to the bathroom without another thought, pausing at the sight of you.

your eyes are closed, face crumpled in displeasure as you clench and unclench your fists in a pattern. connor knocks on the door, announcing his presence without startling you. your eyes fly open, “hello, detective.”

“you can call me connor, if you’d like.” the android steps further into the bathroom slowly, allowing you to object if you need to. your eyes stay on him — his thirium pump stutters in his chest. “anything i can do to help?”

taking in a deep breath, you puff your cheeks as you release the air. “maybe. if you don’t think it’s weird.”

connor stares down at you, his upper lip curled in hesitance as you lay in hank’s bed. you adjust yourself, wiggling around until you’ve splayed your limbs where you want them. you blink up at him, “well?”

“it is a little... strange.” connor tries to be nice, he really does. but asking an android to lay on you — to put their full weight on you — he’s concered. “i will crush you.”

you roll your eyes, “i have a weighted blanket at home ; it’s no different.”

“i weigh quite a bit more than—”

“are you going to lay on me or not, connor?”

maybe it was the sound of you saying his name for the first time ; maybe it was the way you looked so defeated. whatever it was, connor found himself laying on you as gently as he could. the relaxation was immediate — he could feel the breath of relief you let out ; the way your body sagged.

you fell asleep that way — with connor holding his breath and tensing up the closer you got.

sensory overload ♥︎

the scene you were going to was a lot. it was nighttime now, the sirens and flashing lights bringing everyone’s attention this way. hank leaves the car first, grumbling as he goes. the sound that leaks through his open door causes you to whimper.

connor turns his head to you, “everything alright?”

your gaze hasn’t left the window as you squint, blinking at all of the lights. you gulp before biting your lip. “i’ll be fine. this is what i signed up for.”

you’re barely out of the car and already wincing at the noise and the lights. you can’t see hank ; can’t hear or understand anything being said around you. the world is blinking in hues of red and blue, wailing sirens going off with every flash of the lights.

the sound grows muffled as soft and sturdy hands cup your ears. a thumb moves from your ear briefly, just long enough for you to hear a whisper. “close your eyes and i’ll lead you into the house. that’s where the lieutenant is.”

trusting connor’s words — a little too easily — you squeeze your eyes shut. your hands go up to cover his, sealing your ears from the harsh sounds around you. stumbling a little here and there, you eventually feel a difference in temperature as you enter the house.

letting out a sigh, your shoulders moving with the motion, slowly your eyes peel open. you glance at connor, ignoring the tenderness of his gaze. “thanks, connor.”

he lets out a deep breath, ignoring the sly grin hank sends his way. “no problem, [name].” 

verbal shutdown ♥︎

it happened so quick. your safe foods had vanished from their designated cabinet ; your chair’s wheel was squeaking incessently ; hank hadn’t shown up today. everything was piling on and you finally exploded.

the evidence locker was empty as you shakily typed in hank’s password. you hit the wrong button a few times, squeezing your eyes together at the little beeps. your breathing picks up — you hold it in your chest and shake your hands, releasing the tension built inside you.

you all but crawl into the secure room, your back hitting the wall as you sit down. your eyes squeeze shut again and you go through the motions, choosing the less destructive ways to calm yourself down.

none of them work.

when connor finds you, you’re drawing shapes on the floor with your finger. you’ve curled into yourself, not making a sound ; your usual means of comfort absent from your lips. he walks to you cautiously, “[name]? hank has returned. he’s asking to see you.”

you don’t move ; not a sound falls from your lips. connor sits in front of you, crossing his legs as he waits. from his suit pocket comes a ring of multicolored notecards — your eyes flash to his at the sight of them. connor holds them out further so that you can see them properly. “want to use these?”

a miniscule nod, but it’s enough to make him smile. “alright,” he flicks through the blue cards — feelings. stopping at your set of upset verbs, he slides the ring your way. “any of these describe how you’re feeling?”

a shaky finger hits the word overstimulated before dragging over to panic. connor nods, flipping to the pink set — solutions. “what do you want to do? go home ; nap ; have a snack ; get your puzzle book ; coloring book...” connor holds them up to you, reading out each one until you nod — except you don’t. pausing, connor speaks up again, “want me to leave?”

you shake your head. slowly, your hand crawls across the floor until it meets his. you nudge his hand, curling your fingers under his. connor holds his breath, adjusting your fingers until you’re holding hands properly. his eyes stay to the floor, “this is okay, too. let me know when you’re ready to leave.”

emotional regulation ft. lots of crying ♥︎

“connor,” your voice brings him out of his work. standing beside his desk, connor watches as you sway side to side. he tilts his head and it makes your eyes water. “i’m going to cry.”

that was his cue to take you into his arms. connor stands to do so, gathering your body against his and rocking you side to side slowly. your body hiccups a few times, sniffles leaving your nose occassionally. you seem to calm down even more as he rubs your back soothingly — connor’s led light flashes yellow as he stores that information for later.

you pull away with a deep breath, rubbing your face with the hoodie you’re wearing. connor frowns, “better?”

you nod, “needed that. thank you.”

“want to tell me what upset you? only if you want to.”

connor never knew what to expect your answer to be. sometimes you just shook your head and snuggled close to him again. other times, you did talk about why you were crying and it made connor realize the extent of human emotions. 

“no more chocolate in the snack cabinet.”

“had a nice dream.”

“hank is wearing yellow.”

“it’s such a pretty day today!”

“too much noise.”

“gavin cut his hair.”

you let out another sniffle, lips pouting in thought. “not too sure this time. jus’ felt like i needed to cry.”

connor nods to himself, his led light whirring yellow once more. “i’m glad you feel comfortable with me, [name]. i’ll be here if you need another cry.”

you grin, meeting his eyes for a brisk second before reaching out to hold his hand. you swing your entwined hands lightly, grin softening into something gentle. “i know. thanks, con.”

the detective was sure he’d implode because of you soon. just not yet — not when you’re still holding his hand.

——♥︎—— for some reason my brain tells me to only write autistic readers n pair them w connor. like?? work w me here!! anyways. i hope this was okay, remember to take your meds, drink some water and have a nice snack!! airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

[romana-after-dark]

Our Gentle Sins: Part 17

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Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

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Chapter summary: Past. You think back to your fears of hell. Present. How Logan learns.

Warnings: This fic features non con, pregnancy, and themes of religious trauma. I will not be saying everything that happens to warm you, by clicking read more you are prepared for extremely dark themes and that you at 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

EXTRA WARNING: Near suicide attempt and graphic gore

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Logan took a big whiff of your hair, thumbing away the tears.

"There we go, sweet doll. It's over now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" When you don't answer, you felt his fingers press into your stomach just a bit more. "Was it?" 

"N-no..." A pit in your stomach deepens, and you hurt… it all hurts, and all you want right now is to be held. It’s sick, wanting it from Logan, but despite yourself you find yourself leaning back against him.

"I'm so sorry it happened this way, but you're gonna be quiet, right? Not gonna tell Charles or anyone, not when you got as wet as you did, right?"

Your heart falls into that pit in the middle of you. Visions flash of every time you tried to reach out, every time you wanted to get help with Mark… the doctor who said you were responsible for your miscarry, the police man who asked what you did that made him put your head through the wall, your mom reminding you to keep sweet and obey… If Charles looked in your head, and even the thought was humiliating, he’d see that you got wet, that your body betrayed you because it was Logan. Of course you wanted him… but not like this.

You shake your head, no. No one can ever no. Not Charles, not Scott. Scott would kill him, hands down, he’d been waiting for a reason… Not Remy, never Remy. Remy would try to hurt Logan, and Logan would slash him to pieces. 

No more blood would be spilled because of you. You’d done enough. Memories of the lives you took in cold blood, the smell of iron and the coppery taste in your mouth from your husband's head exploding on you filled your senses. Your ears rang, your bad ear echoing the feeling from when you’d shot the gun, a silencer but no hearing protection, giving yourself tinnitus, Hank said it was. That should’ve been enough, that should’ve been it. You killed Mark for what he’d done to you, for killing your baby, you should’ve been satisfied. But no, you had to go on, you had to kill more innocent people. Not even trying to save your sister from teen marriage through the authorities, you kill every adult involved, then turn the gun on yourself.

And you almost do it. You almost shoot, the gun trembling in your hands, but the cross on the wall catches your eye. The reason you don’t pull is not out of hope. You don’t hope for things to be better, but fear. If you kill yourself now, you go to hell. If you stay alive, maybe, just maybe, you can make a net positive for yourself, and still get into heaven. The gun drops to the ground as you do to your knees, screaming to god for forgiveness on the floor next to your marital bed. 

Then you pack what you can, the little money you have, and run away, taking buses wherever they were going until you find yourself in New York state 2 days later.

Charles said he felt you calling, felt the pure agony when you reached New Salem completely lost and exhausted and out of money. It was Remy he sent to get you, and when the strange, handsome man with red eyes came, you thought he was the devil. He turns out to have been your savior and your best friend.

As Logan nuzzles his face into your neck, you're reminded that you used to trust Logan the way you trust Remy. You brought Logan here, to your bedroom, on a few occasions just like Remy was sometimes allowed. You wonder if Remy was waiting for his chance.

*

For a while, Logan is in bliss. He’s finally got you, his Dolly, in his arms and in bed. It was good, life was good and you and him would be together forever. No one was going to get in his way, not Jean, not Scott, no one. He’d kill them, he’d kill for you, he’d die with you in that’s what it took.

Logan wished he’d taken you out of your dress, that he’d taken his time but there was no time, was there? He needed you, and you needed him, your body calling to him. It was fate. It was God. It was biology. It was whatever it needed to be for him to slide inside you and claim your body as his.

From underneath him, Logan heard soft singing. Singing was anything but uncommon for you, the gentle song of Lift High the Cross often echoed out of the kitchen, Here I Am, Lord while you grade papers, or Holy, Holy Holy down the halls of the school. Logan remembered hearing that one in church growing up. From the memories coming back together, Logan didn’t think his family was particularly religious, although it was certainly hard to escape completely during the Second Great Awakening, and Holy Holy Holy came out of that.

It wasn’t that you didn’t know secular music, because sure, sometimes he heard you humming along to the radio or bumbling through ones you knew enough, especially after you’d been at the school a few months. It was impossible to escape pop music completely, even being homeschooled.

What he didn’t expect was to hear you singing Landslide.

It was quiet, so quite a few words would come in and out of even his hearing because your voice simply couldn’t speak that quiet, but he knew the song. 

“Can the child within my heart rise above?”

“Dolly?” Logan tried to talk to you, but you just stared off into space, looking at the candles you and him were supposed to make today. Concerned, Logan pushed himself up a bit, the heavy weight of his body met with a deep breath, and he wondered if you couldn’t breathe under him. Still, without him there you wrap your arms around yourself, and you look so lonely, Logan manhandles you both onto your sides. You don’t stop singing.

“Take my love…. Take it down…”

He pulls you into a tight hug, letting you sing until the two of you fall asleep.

After

Logan heard a knock on the door early in the morning. Thinking it was Scott ready to accuse him of hurting you again, he flung open the door angrily, only to find Kurt. The elf looked nervous, wringing his hands together and his tail swishing about.

“Whaddya do’n here so early?” He asked his friend. Logan loved Kurt, him, Wade and Morph were his only real friends here. Kurt would understand him, honestly, if he explained himself. He’d just have to do it better than with Wade… Maybe after Stevie was born. 

Kurt was looking down as he spoke. After all these years, he still got nervous about certain things, even with him. “I vas just… checking on you two is all.”

Blood rushed in Logan’s body, senses hightening. He tried to get a sense for what, exactly, Kurt was asking and if he needed to be wary. Who would Wade have told? Certainly not Kurt. Scott, probably… Did he say something to Remy? And Remy talked to Kurt?

“Why would you need to check on us at 6 AM on the weekend? C’mon elf, be straight.”

Logan bent over until he caught his friend's yellow eyes. Finally, he spoke.

“It’s just… Vade. Him and Scott, they were saying some things…”

“And you believed them?”

“No!” Kurt looked straight at Logan now, determination on his face. “I left! They were trying to talk to me and Remy said you did… terrible things to her…” He spoke in a hushed tone, but Logan still glanced over to where you slept. “I don’t know why they talked to us but Scott vanted me there to vouch for you in good faith, and I did! I said you’d never do zat!”

Dread bubbled up in his chest. Wade and Scott were plotting against him, and they wanted Kurt there because if even Kurt turned against him Scott knew he was justified. The fucking coward could never just stand on his shit, needed to be backed in his morals. Well, as Kurt explained what happened it seemed he convinced Remy, and that was going to be good enough. Remy would do anything for you. They were in trouble.

“But I didn’t believe a word, Logan! I don’t care what they say, you are a better man than that”

Logan put his hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “Thank you. Scott is still mad about Jean, and listen I don’t blame him… did you know she slept in another room last night?” Logan hadn’t smelled Scott on her when she came to check on Dolly and Stevie; she hadn’t even been in their bed. She always had a distinct smell of their sheets, a mix of perfumes, Scott, shampoos and body washes, when she used to sneak away from her husband in the middle of the night.

He shakes his head. “No, but zats vhat I mean, I don’t think he’s doing well, mein friend. Do not be angry with him, please-”

“Kurt?”

Logan turned around, opening the door to show you in the bed, sitting up. He wasn’t afraid of Kurt seeing you in anything untoward, you dressed modestly even in bed.

*

Kurt looked into the room, seeing you sit up on the bed. He was so relieved that Logan confirmed he was right. Wade had said he’d admitted it, but Kurt knew you, and you wouldn’t hurt a woman like that, especially not you. He has enhanced night vision, so the half of you he saw, he saw clearly. You looked tired, but that was understandable so far along.

“Hallo Fräulein” Kurt smiled into the dark room, giving a little wave and nod. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Nonono don’t worry!” You begin to sit up, scrambling despite your stomach to go to the table. “I’ll make coffee!”

Kurt waved his hands. “Nein, I must get to the gymnasium, coffee vill make me jittery, danke. I vill see you for lun-” Kurt choked on his words when you turned to face him. A puffy eye, green blue and purple all along that side of your forehead with a small cut topping off the lump. Something was wrong. Something was very fucking wrong.

“Y’alright, elf?” Logan asked, reaching for Kurt to steady him but Kurt just stumbles back more. 

“J-ja. I’m fine. Uh, little lightheaded is all. Maybe I should eat first.”

You step closer to the door. “I can cook you someth-”

“Nein! Danke!” He laughs an obviously nervous laugh, sure he’s giving himself away. Wade said he hurt you last night. No one saw it except for Jean and Bobby who were still in bed. There was no way for Wade to know, unless what he said was true, that Logan confessed to hurting you. And if Wade was telling the truth about the physical abuse… did he rape you?

It was all too much; his tail snapped anxiously, the spade scratching his leg. 

Logan gave him a funny look he couldn’t decipher, but nodded. “Alright, go get you some food. We’ll be down in a bit. Don’t pass out or noth’n” Kurt smiles, and began to walk away when Logan stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He pulled the younger man into a hug. “I love ya, elf.”

Kurt had a sinking feeling, and when he returned the affections to Logan, he poofed to his room to think it over while the rest of the house slept in.

He heard Scott’s door open and close.

*

Logan shut the door behind him, turned to you with wide eyes. “We need to leave. Now.”

You blink at him, the coffee pot brewing a fresh cup behind you. Bubble bubble, toil and trouble. “Like… to the store?”

“No.” He went to his closet, pulling out a backpack. “Put everything you need for a days trip in here, then we leave.”

“Logan!”

When he whipped around, the look in his eyes reminded you of last night, and you were frozen in fear. He was scaring you, and you couldn’t let him hurt you again. You got lucky last night with Stevie being safe, you weren’t going to risk it. Painful memories of your miscarraige flooded you, and your hand touches your stomach. This was no time to fight back. This was no time to run. You needed to go along with whatever he was doing for Stevie’s sake. Logan wouldn’t hurt you. Logan wouldn’t hurt Stevie. It’s okay, you needed to trust him… Logan was different.

Right?

“Okay.” Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. “Can I say goodbye to Remy?”

Logan shook his head. “Absolutly not.”

“Please? I won’t say goodbye, just- let me hug him? Something? You got to say it to Kurt…” Just Remy, please… you needed to see Remy… Remy would help you, Remy would help Logan see reason, that whatevers happening you could fix, together!

To your surprise, his face softened, and Logan walks over to gently cup your bruised face. Despite the pain, you lean into him like a nuzzling cat. “No.” Was still his answer. “Pack up, and do not leave this room. I’m getting something from downstairs.” He pinched your cheek, making you gasp in pain. “Do. Not. Leave this room. Okay?”

And you whisper yes, because when he’s like this, you wouldn’t dare.

You pack what you think you might need: prenatal medicine, clothes, lots of socks… you grab warm coats for both of you, because its still May and can be cold out. Middle of May, in fact…

If you were gone more than a week, you’d miss graduation.

*

Rogue couldn’t be happier with how life had been going. Remy was back, and things had been going GREAT since they’d gotten together. Rogue had some semblence of control over her powers; it wasn’t like she could make out with Remy for long periods, and they couldn’t have sex without a condom, but it was enough that a little skin to skin contact wouldn’t hurt him and they made it work. Boy, did they make it work.

She had her friends, her man, and she’d really come into her own as an X-man. Charles had even said so himself! He was even going to let her present an outstand graduate award when he came back for graduation next week, and she would start teaching, too. Even said she could start leading missions he felt were in her wheelhouse. Yeah, it was good.

“Ah come on!” Jubilee shook on the door handle to the kitchen, but someone had put a padlock on it. “We didn’t even leave it a mess this time!” Sometimes, Scott would lock the kitchen door if the students or kids left it a mess. There was always plenty of food around in other places, no one ever went hungry and if there was something they really wanted to make or grab Scott would unlock it, but it was to teach them responsibility… or something. Sometimes Scott just liked a power trip.

“Just blast it! It wasn’t us!” The lock was all electric, no key needed. 

“No way! Scott would like, totally freak out. I’m not being on the receiving end of that! You knows he’s been so weird lately.”

Scott HAD been weird, and so had Logan. Remy had filled her in on everything, of Scott accussing Logan of hurting you and honestly, it seemed like a shitshow. Scott didn’t have any right, but Logan HAD been acting weird. Praying? Logan? Not that suddenly going to church to apease his bride to be was unheard of in the south, and it certainly didn’t equate abuse, but it was a bunch of strange happenings.

“Just blast it, sugah, I’ll take the blame. Ahm stahv’n” 

Jubilee looked uncertain, but acquiessed. “Fine, but if he asks, you made me!” 

Rogue smiled, standing back as she watched Jubilee fire up and surge the lock, making it fall apart completely.

“Jubes!” Rogue laughs loudly, covering her face in hysterics. “I wanted it unlocked, not destroyed!”

She looked horrified. “Oh my god! What the hell, I’m 24 I should have control by now!”

Feeling a little bad for laughing, Rogue tried to control herself and patted Jubilee on the shoulder as she went for the door. “Relax hun! We all get a lil crazy sometimes. C’mon, let me show yuh how t’make collard greens.”

Jubilee mumbled something about Scott killing her as she looked at her sparkling hands, but catching up to her friend and pushing open the door.

They both saw it at the same time. For a moment, it was hard to make out what it was, the red, fleshy mass on the floor. Then, they realized what, and who, it was. The body, or lack there of, would have been unidentifyable if not for the red sunglasses laying in the pile of sliced up body parts. 

Jubilee scream Scotts name, running to him but Rogue caught her, holding her friend back with her super strength. There was nothing she could do, the pieces of bones and organs barely resembled a body shape anymore. Scott was dead, and had been for a few hours. If Jubilee touched him, she’d never get the feeling of her mentors guts off her hands, and Rogue new she had to save the sensitive girl from that, even as she screamed bloody murder.

Bobby came running into the room, asking what happened, but threw up as soon as he saw the horrors on the kitchen floor.

And there was only one person who could have done it.

see guys!!! kurt didnt mean it ;-; he was trying to see for himself, he just accidentally cued him on what was happening and it was an ACCIDENt!!!! leave him ALONE

i think only one chapter left, but lets see how chapter 18 goes? Sometimes, writing the last chapter can be really hard and long and maybe splitting it works best. I ended up splitting up ROF's last chapter, BBTF and I think TWW too? idk that ones been 2 years since writing it. we'll see.

Anyway, for various reasons i plan to re-upload a lot of my stuff and transfer it over to @cosmic-kid-in-motion which will be my new blog, housing both dark and none dark. The reason im sdoing this now (although i've debated it for a year) is because the next logan series i have coming up and this tommy miller series i have planned, both i dont wanna spoil if they are good or dark. i want to keep people guessing ESP the tommy one bc its a bit of a mind fuck what is happening.

I beleive in warning about dark themes if they come, but Its come to the point in this for me that i no longer desire to warn of every little thing. Im sorry, but were grown. Ill never jump scare you with random dark content or suicide or some thing but i might not always be as specific as ive been. i'd like to know you opinions in asks on what you think the best tagging is to avoid spoilers, things you think are necessary etc. I'd like to hear opinions!

there was hoopla a few months ago bc a pal of mine didnt tag a plot twist in her fic. Im sorry that joel and reader didnt end up together but come on. No need to over react LMFAO. im not tagging my spoilers, yall.

anyway, thanks for reading!!!! lmk your thoughts!!!!!

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THE MULTIVERSE SAGA

Made a new header with who I believe will be big players towards the end of the Multiverse Saga. Agatha maybe not so much but in her own way however that may be.

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch SPECULATION -

What happened to Wanda with the collapse of Wundagore in Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness?

Did she die in the collapse like so many would have you believe?

Did she simply put herself in some hibernation form within the rubble?

Did she transport herself elsewhere to self-isolate? An off shoot of this speculation was she banished herself to the Void.

Hear my theory, think about it, in Multiverse of Madness when Wanda finally realized the Darkhold had corrupted her, in the eyes of her children, it was only then she was able to see the monster she had become and stop her rampage.

I think Wanda realized how truly dangerous she was and in an effort to protect her children and by extension the Multiverse she brought Wundagore down on top of her in an effort to rid the Multiverse of her as a future threat.

But what I think really happened was instead of killing her she sent herself to the Void.

She absorbed some of America's power, its possible with her already powerful reality warping abilities with what little she took she was able to send herself to the Void with a thought, like she erased all mutants in the House of M storyline by stating "No more mutants..." in this case she thought "I want to be where I'm no longer a threat to anyone..." and to me that means the Void.

I think Wanda unintentionally banished herself to the Void. As evidence by her Scarlet Witch statue from Wundagore making a cameo appearance in Deadpool & Wolverine in the hideout of the resistance team against Cassandra Nova.

Wanda has likely been in the Void since Multiverse of Madness and has avoided any interaction with anyone and anything fearing she will become an unstoppable threat again. So I don't think Cassandra Nova felt any need to try and kill Wanda even if she somehow knew about her.

But once Avengers: Doomsday comes, RDJ's Doctor Doom, will very likely pull an Avengers: Infinity War and leave audiences stunned when he causes incursions of the Multiverse into one place, the Void making it BATTLEWORLD. That is a lot of populus and stuff of all kinds coming into the Void and between that and Wanda possibly running into some of her old friends from her universe 616, she will begin to realize she has to get involved if the fate of the Multiverse, the fate of her children, is at stake. Any projects that take place between Avengers: Doomsday and Avengers: Secret Wars has been heavily rumored to take place in Battleworld.

Wanda will be an integral part in restoring the Multiverse so the Mutant Saga can thrive. Loki, Doom, Wanda and maybe even Strange will all have a hand in reestablishing everything.

p.s. ...Clea may also be a big part with the other magical beings of the Multiverse.

update 9/5/24 - She could also be in some form of Hell based off the souls of the damned in Multiverse of Madness. If you count the souls that she was trapped with versus how many burst free when she did the number is short so its implied she could have been dragged to some hellish realm.

[mylittleredgirl]

m*a*s*h reaction post released from my drafts!! i don't know why i have been worried about making a Good Post when legitimately everything that could ever be said about this show has been said.

so i will SHARE MY THOUGHTS ABOUT SEASON THREE currently in progress:

ooooh war got a sweet budget increase in the off-season. pyrotechnics! helicopters! ACTIONNN BAYBEEEE

i'm falling more in love with everyone, details to follow

top of the list: trapper my bestie has been promoted to trapper my legit fictional crush 💕

don't get me wrong, in real life i would slap his face, but i'm with hot lips on this one. the hair, the smile, every time he takes off his shirt... take me to the supply tent or lose me forever

HOWEVER, i happened to notice that he is not on the header pic on hulu* and none of you talk about him so i must regretfully conclude that he will eventually leave the show

DON'T TELL ME WHEN

anyway i am cherishing him as one cherishes an old dog not long for this world

*speaking of hulu: i have now joined the henry blake appreciation society thanks to this One Weird Trick (reupping my hulu account for a month because i lost my shit after the dvds cut out at the climax of an episode AGAIN)

i went back to rewatch the episodes that didn't play on the dvds, and turns out a lot of them were henry eps (including the trial of henry blake and the one where he is waiting for news about his new baby...) (and also the one where he fell in love with a cheerleader but you can’t win ‘em all)

just in time to appreciate that scene in "o.r." where he tells hawkeye he doesn't want to be discharged so that he can keep doing real doctoring 🥺

"o.r." had so many good character bits!! even frank got some depth?? or at least an explanation for why he's Like That...

other eps i liked:

"iron guts kelly" -- felt like a follow-up to the one last season where hot lips got wasted and broke up with frank and then hawkeye and trapper had to sober her up, which i also loved! "we hate her but she's OURS to hate" is such a good character dynamic.

also lmao every time she cheats on frank, GET YOURS GIRL 😘

the frank/margaret thing is strangely compelling actually? it's like an inverse ship for real. will-they-or-won't-they but for breaking up. same energy though, like i'm glued to the screen rooting for them to fight instead of kiss.

"check-up" i was sooooo brave you guys making peace with the situation BUT THEN TRAPPER STAYED!!! i feel like my crush has been given a stay of execution

i don't know if i ship it per se but i really hope he and margaret hook up exactly once and literally everyone regrets it

i've seen some more episodes and have more thoughts but i need to lie down a lot first

oh one more thing:

i realize "m*a*s*h actors amazing" is not breaking news, but i'm specifically obsessed right now with how they are always interacting with props. i don't even mean the o.r. tools or scripted things, but how in every scene they're doing comedy while also moving crap around, pouring things, drinking, shaving, changing clothes, handing (or THROWING) things to each other, just making a mess all the time while still hitting their lines and comic beats. it's a master class in whatever that is.

anyway it's so good!!! more to come 💕

[viviennevermillion]

Mortals and Fools — First Look #1 (Coming Soon)

Want to read a SFW coming-of-age fantasy novel with evil gods, two adult aspec protagonists and magic? Consider supporting this project!

Author's Note: After a total of 8 years of posting fanfiction on this account, I am excited to announce that I am finally starting my first long-term original work as an author! Goal is to get this series published as an actual novel but until then, I will be uploading chapters online as I write them, hopefully building an audience in the process! Mortals and Fools will be available on Wattpad and potentially other platforms. The first 4 chapters will be uploaded to Tumblr as well. Over the next few weeks I will keep uploading promo posts with new characters and more info! Thank you so much to everyone who has supported me as a writer over the years and welcome to everyone who's new here!

Summary: In the land of Elsthess, brilliant but arrogant Dr. Immanuel Faust is doing his best to follow the teachings of the Goddess of Wisdom, live up to his late grandmother's expectations and hide the fact that he has been seeing strange, mystical apparitions all his life. When his pupil becomes afflicted with an ancient curse and the things he has seen turn out to be more than just hallucinations, Immanuel must forge a contract with Morgan, a being from another realm who's ready to humble him at every turn, and learn his religion's most despised art: magic. As he steps outside of the simple world he has grown up in, he slowly comes to realize that there is much more to learn for him still.

Themes:

The Meaning of Wisdom & Growth

Unlearning harmful narratives and prejudices

Religious Trauma

Healing from Abuse

Rebuilding trust in others

Learning to understand others

Navigating radical changes during adulthood

Elitism and class inequality

The problems with the ideal of meritocracy

Queerplatonic & Alterous Attraction

Addiction

Gender Dysphoria

What this story contains:

A variety of fun magical powers!

Evil Gods & Forces from other Realms!

Queer rep! (demisexual & aroace protagonists, a trans man and a wlw couple)

Mysteries to unravel

The coming-of-age fantasy adventures you're used to from YA novels but with characters in their 20s and struggles of adulthood

Humor

My blood, sweat and tears as an author

The Cast: Introducing 3 Characters

Here's some info on the three characters in the header, from left to right!

#1 — Dr. Immanuel Icarus Faust

❝ It wasn't supposed to be like this... I've failed... as both a doctor and a man of faith. I wanted to follow your teachings, dear Goddess, and guide those who seek wisdom and knowledge, as grandmother did... but I couldn't even save one innocent girl. Have I become godless? ❝

Raised by his grandmother, the High Priestess of Solbrynn's temple, Immanuel was taught from an early age on to aspire to be the best in everything he attempted to do and dedicate his life to wisdom, in order to make the Goddess Adira proud. Having become a renowned physician at the age of 28, Immanuel understands himself as his kingdom's ideal of a self-made man: a scholar who can achieve everything he puts his mind to, no matter the circumstances. As a result, he has put himself on a pedestal, believing that those who achieved less than him had all the chances and merely didn't use them. Fearing nothing more than failure and becoming anything like his absent, alcoholic father; Immanuel is bound for a rude awakening.

#2 — Morgan Miralaith

❝ While you were having your existential crisis in the mad scientist laboratory you call your bedroom, I took the liberty to read your grandmother's diary. The good news is, I finally understand where all the hubris comes from. ❝

Morgan, belonging to a long-lived species from the realm of Calliah, is the second-in-command for the Elsthess Resistance against the Plague Avatars. While the Resistance on Mhorunn regards her as a capable leader and a skilled fighter; using fire magic to blaze her way to victory; it is clear to most that she has many secrets and ulterior motives. She cares about others in her own way, yet hardly lets anyone close to her. With her mischievous demeanor and cynical nature, Morgan has made it her new mission to recruit Immanuel for the Resistance and, while at it, shatter his very distorted self-image and worldview. Upon forging a contract with her, Immanuel believes that he has sold his soul to a demon. It is only upon meeting others of her kind that he realizes that really is just her personality.

#3 — Mortis Grimm

❞ People reject that which is foreign to them. You of all people should know this. Still, my personal aspirations and origins are of no concern to you. Remember that. ❝

While there are several people from the Realm of Calliah in Elsthess, the realm that Mortis Grimm originated from is unknown. He seems to be the only one of his kind and there is something sinister about him. Wielding powerful magic that matches no other in recorded nature, Mortis, despite being the leader of the Resistance, is a big mystery to all of its members. Usually donning a Plague Doctor mask, Morgan is among the few to have seen his face. He is Mhorunn's greatest ally, but hardly a trusted one. Most understand that he could just as well become its greatest enemy one day.

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[quackerzzz]

Morgan Jones AKA Killer Croc

Backstory under the cut (TW: Child Abuse, Addiction, Mentions of gore and animal harm)

Morgan Jones was born in a small town in Louisiana, with a dead mother before birth and an abusive drunkard of a father who called them a "monster" who killed their mother. As a child, they frequently took their anger out on things like crocodiles and kids smaller than them. They frequently earned trips to the principal's office, which only earned them more beatings at home.

As an adult, they decided they wanted to fight something better than a crocodile, that could fight back. They decided to become a wrestler, donning the name Killer Croc and taking on the toughest of the tough. They became a household name, a legend. They had the attention and admiration their father could never give them.

And it only took one thing to make it all come crashing down

Morgan began to notice a flaky rough patch develop on their skin as a teen. They thought nothing of it and brushed it off as a weird sunburn, but over time their health took a turn as a young adult. Eventually, Morgan was basically forced to go to the doctor by their agent, and the doctor diagnosed them with skin cancer, with the patch being actinic keratosis. They would have been fine if they treated it immediately, but years of not treating it meant they would need intense chemotherapy that would basically end their career. Morgan refused it and stormed out, looking for their own way to treat their disease. It was then that they caught wind of a new trend through some shady sources, of a new trend called splicing, inspired by the Manbat.

Why, it caught on so well, that you could do it at home.

Morgan decided to make their own splicer mix by using the various crocodile teeth they earned from their fights back home, making themselves stronger and more energetic in seconds. They started thriving in their career now, becoming world famous. It was great at first, all the fame and praise they could ever wanted. But things took a turn the more they used the splicer mix. They became more aggressive and cruel in the wring, lashing out at people more. Furthermore, the scaly patches started spreading and turning green.

And then the rumors started. Journalists started talks of Morgan using performance enhancing drugs. Soon it reached national news, and soon every header was calling Morgan a junkie. Angered by this, Morgan decided to take things into their own hands. Taking a large amount of the mix, they tracked down the author of the article that started it all and found their house.

When police arrived the next morning, Morgan was nowhere to be found and the police could only identify the victim through dental records.

The marks were identified as coming from a large animal like a crocodile. Despite police's best efforts, Morgan Jones could not be found. The case was cold with no leads.

Until reports of a strange crocodile human hybrid was spotted around Gotham sewers.

[insanityclause]

Do you have a list of Tom's public or semi public events for his time in LA? I think I've missed some, especially the member screenings. I admit that I am wondering if he might sneak down to Anaheim and make a surprise appearance in costume as Loki on the Avengers campus. I can absolutely see him on the balcony shouting "kneel!" or in his TVA clothes with their OB character. Perhaps even popping in to the Doctor Strange show, there's a bit where a random MCU character shows up to deliver a prop to complete a spell.

I do! There's a link in my header.

The link to the page is: https://insanityclause.tumblr.com/upcoming-events

[wolpatinga]

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(#tscodj&mh) the strange case of doctor jekyll and mister hyde <- who tf are those losers?

[maraxp]

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↳ bundle of screams [mild angst, fluff]

being pregnant with a timelord's baby isn't for the weak. you tolerated your husband's overprotectiveness, but building a robot to follow you everywhere was the crossing the line. what started as a scheme to gain some privacy turns into a a reflection of the complicated feelings your pregnancy brings.

↳ just for tonight [angst, smut]

you've seen vi around as a kid. always at arms length, observing from afar. now she's back, angry and bitter after her stunt with the kiramman heir. you see each other once more. this time as an opponent in the pit. or rather vi and reader fuck each other's lights out.

↳ the words i don't mean [angst, happy ending]

after a stressful day, you overhear amy arguing with the doctor. when he realized you heard everything, he tries to set things right.

header/gif credit: @assassin1513

divider credit: @cafekitsune

[professional-benaddict]

Saturn anon sent me a long tag, so I’m answering it below. I picked Stephen Strange🥰

Ask Game about your fictional fave/s!

1. How did you discover your fave?

I discovered Doctor Strange when rumours started spreading that Benedict would play him. I started researching the character and comics and I cannot put into words how excited I was.

2. How long have you been a fan of your fave?

2015? I think that was when it was announced that Benedict would take the role.

3. Do you write for your fave? (E.g. AU's, Drabbles, Fan Fics.)

Wayyyy too much

4. Do you like what is canon about your fave?

Before Endgame I cared a lot more about canon, but now not really. I just use canon as inspiration to create whatever I want with Stephen in my works.

5. Tell some of your headcanons of your fave.

I don’t really have any. I guess you could say my versions of Stephen in my works are HCs though. My Stephen is kind, patient, loving, structured, smart and overall just a good parental figure with lots of love to give.

6. Do you draw for your fave? (E.g. Fan Art)

If I could draw I totally would. Surgeon Strange supremacy!!

7. If your fave/s are portrayed by several actors, who are your fave portrayers?

Ben, Benny and Benedict hehe

8. Are you more into Books/ Comics/Films when it comes to your fave?

Totally! I read a bunch of comics before the first movie came out and I loved them a lot.

9. Quote anything about what your fave has said.

“But we don’t talk about that.”

10. Quote your favourite line of your fave!

“I love you in every universe.”

11. Ever made a edit for/of your fave?

A few headers and profile pics, yeah.

12. Songs you associate with your fave?

Breathe by Seeb, Lost by Sander Van Doorn, My Heart Is Open by Maroon 5. And of course the soundtrack to the movies.

13. If your fave was real, do you think they'd like you?

That’s a scary question ahhh!! Canon Stephen would probably not care to take the time to get to know me. But, I hope he’d see the value of me and my life/freedom and protect it like he does for everyone else.

14. Amongst your fave/s who do you think are you? (E.g. You have 5 faves, amongst the 5 of them you think of yourself as fave no.3)

I don’t get this question ehhh

15. Do you know your fave origin story?

Of course! Stephen grew up on a farm, his sister drowned in a lake when they were young, went to med school and then the car accident.

16. In 1 word describe your fave’s aesthetic.

Sterdy.

17. Is/Are your fave/s famous on A03?

In one corner of the fandom, yeah for sure.

18. Ships that you like with your fave?

Starkerstrange, strangespider, ironstrange, palmerstrange.

19. Is/Are your fave/s well known?

A kid in school told me Doctor Strange was his favourite superhero, so yeah!

20. If your fave/s have a fandom, what do you think about the fandom?

I think there’s one fandom that is ”mainstream” as in they like canon Stephen and/or ship him with Christine Palmer. But, since I’m in the starker fandom, I often see Stephen as an addition to that ship. These spaces sort of overlap, but the ”mainstream” fandom and ”Stephen as the addition” fandom are distinctive to me.

21. Describe yourself using something your faves have said!

It’s not a specific quote, but control is a big part of Stephen’s character and his drive. I also have a big need for control, so I can relate to him in that way.

22. If you would feed your fave/s something, what would it be?

Corn? Cornbread? Maybe that would be nostalgic to him.

23. How do you see yourself in any of your fave/s?

Like I said before, control. And fear too I guess.

24. Ever taken a break from your fave/s?

After Endgame I had to rethink how much energy I wanted to invest in canon and fandom. But, then I managed to separate canon Stephen and the Stephen I have created in my works. I’m content with my little Stephen, no matter what happens in canon.

25. If your fave/s were to have a crossover, who and which character would they have a crossover with?

I don’t like crossovers, so I don’t need him to meet anyone.

Bonus: Anything that you'd like to tell your fave/s?

It’s not your fault Donna died. It’s okay. You’re keeping us all safe, even if no one knows or understands or people think you are doing the wrong thing.

Tag some people to join in!

@starksbabie @sydneyshipsstuff @starkerplusstrange @starksvinyls @starkiller-queen @sins-of-a-spider @winterspiderpurrs @sugarstark @thegreenmetblue @vaguekiwi

[keysandopenmind]

Please let me know if the header is not readable. I was happy with it earlier today, but now I am less so, and I don't know whether it's because my laptop's night time filter has activated so the colour balance is different or what.

Today I've been having fun working out what Nate, my time traveller from the mid-1970s, does to manage his time in the 21st century. The things I've got so far:

No mobile phone, email, or computer. He's interested in the technology, but finds the scope of things like the Internet a bit too much.

Wired phone at home �� keypad rather than rotary, which is strange enough for him.

Pens and notebooks in his “at all times” bag.

Prefers to pay cash for things when it comes up but avoids being out too much when he’s not in his own time. Polymer notes are very strange to him. He would have been a teenager during decimal changeover.

The "at all times" bag is one that he wears literally even when he's sleeping, because he never knows when he's going to time travel. Most importantly it contains his journal and fake IDs for various time periods (which his older self helpfully procured once it became clear they would be necessary, and left for him in earlier times).

Decimal changeover refers to 1966, when Australia changed from Imperial currency to decimal (dollars). And polymer banknotes were invented in Australia and first issued here in 1988.

I have to admit that in fleshing out the plot, the time travel has become more complicated. I think I have ways to make everything work the way I want it to, though, and I'm definitely going to aim for the first draft to go in the direction I'm currently imagining before I start making drastic changes.

My motto with this WIP is "If Doctor Who can get away with it, so can I."

[cesium-sheep]

overall I think this is the most useful/interesting chapter of the whole book, but chapter 9, despite being focused on traditional mainstream medicine, is unfortunately still mired in much of the gunk from chapter 8, at least in the more narrative portions like the introduction. she seems to have a fundamental misunderstanding of things like genetically-linked illness and learned helplessness, making a wild and ridiculous assumption that patients finding out their illness is genetically linked will just give up and settle for being sick forever instead of pursuing treatment??? there also seems to be a tragic conflation between triggers and causes in terms of her whole "root cause" brouhaha, which also persists through the intro.

also just kind of. a strange fundamental misunderstanding of the disease as a whole? saying that mast cell stabilizers are a symptom-targeted band-aid solution, which uh. no, they aren't. there is absolutely an issue of symptom-targeted band-aid solutions for mcas patients, especially pre-diagnosis, but stabilizing the mast cells is the root cause. you fucking weirdo. if the mast cells are stable they're less volatile to external influence and I can fucking exist in the normal world instead of having to move to an organic non-gmo cotton tent in a crunchy hippie desert commune. (it really grates on me.)

the advice to doctors speaking with newly-diagnosed patients to "consider a temporary symptom log" is absolutely buckwild too, most of us have been keeping symptom logs for years because that's the only real way to get diagnosed in the first place. she also recommends "consider ways to assist the body in detoxification. epsom salt baths, sweating, and colonics may be useful" which, fucking yikes. no. do not do that to an already volatilely ill person. like an epsom salt bath is fine but not really doing that much, but a colonic?? no. do not. actually almost all the suggestions in the "tips for the newly diagnosed" section are. extremely patronizing.

once you make it through the first two sections of bullshit there's some more actually useful information though, starting with the header "mainstream medications for mcas treatment". lists of categories and some of the medications within them and a rough sequence in which to trial them. then an unfortunate perseverance on "you may make ONE change-- make one change-- ONE CHANGE" like bitch we know, this is very normal procedure. good fucking christ. "pill organizers can be useful" oh my god. no fucking shit. get this girl a fucking nobel prize.

-sigh- I suppose it is helpful to have this information written out explicitly so that maybe some folks will be fortunate enough to not have to learn it all on the fly, even if it feels redundant and patronizing to me.

although it includes a depressing fun fact that a 2016 review documented only 3 medications studied in patients with MCAS. that's the same year I first got Really sick :)

I also notice that much like sometimes she gives quantitative data and sometimes she gives "roughly a third", sometimes she specifies the name of and directly quotes the researcher while others she just says "some experts suggest" so I gotta go to the fucking appendix to check whether it's the ones that are generally sound or the woo-woo naturopaths if it sounds a little suspect (eg abstaining from grain and dairy when trialing new medications, which actually was from the scientists who have said some intelligent shit).

there is also direct discussion of medical neglect in this chapter, most notably in the "flare-up medication considerations" section. fair warning.

the way studies suggesting negative long-term side effects of some medications are presented feels a bit like scaremongering, especially given the overall weakness of the scicomm and the previous instances of seeming against long-term (pharmaceutical) medication, so probably be prepared for that too. although to her credit when she's talking about cbd (in the pharmacological section rather than the naturopathy chapter? along with vitamin c but all the other vitamins are in the naturopathy chapter?) she says it still has the same considerations as any other medication in terms of one change at a time and check for interactions and stuff.

would've loved to see a chart with dosing ranges, especially since they only get numbers sporadically, but I guess no one wants to commit to that directly.