#how 'bout you use that energy for something actually fucking useful for fucking once?

[alligatorjesie]

So here we are again, another day of you being a fucking cunt to people in this fandom and me telling you to fix your fucking tags and get the fuck out of this fandom space if you hate it so goddamn much.

You’re not welcome here and you can fucking leave whenever.

You swear up and down you got such a huge problem with reylos because they cross post in the finnrey tag but try as I fucking might I can’t find any fucking examples of it but ironically you continue to this fucking day to post harassment in the reylo tag.

Where the fuck are these crossposts @the-pretty-corpse? They seam like they’re such a huge goddamn problem to you but God Fucking Help Me I can’t find a single fucking one.

You seam like you need some help redirecting all that needless fucking hate so you know what? Lemme help you out with a nice project to get you outside and touching just so much grass.

You see this plant here?

It’s called honeysuckle and if you live in North America you’ve probably seen some variation of this plant or another along roadways be it you realize it or not.

They’re some of the first things to leaf in early spring. They get an incredibly good smelling white flower that eventually turns yellow then later develops bright red or orange berries in clumps of 2 or 4 at the base of each leaf towards the end of summer.

They grow opposite simple oval shaped leaves. ‘Opposite’ means the leaves grow on each side of a node, not staggered like they are on poison ivy,

The term ‘simple’ means the leaf is very generic and doesn't have a distinguishable shape, color, or feature but the end of the leaf is always pointed.

The bark is thornless and the stems are often hollow on mature plants, mature plants getting easily 15 feet tall growing multiple ‘trunks’ that lean over from a central base.

I bring this plant up in such detail because it’s hugely destructive to the ecosystem, just like you @the-pretty-corpse who can’t seem to do much else besides periodically show up in areas no one fucking wants you in.

I regularly go out in my neighborhood and help removed these plants among many others because they’re such a big problem where I live and I care about real fucking issues like the collapse of my local ecosystems.

Which is partially why I took so long to reply to this post. Among plenty of other reasons. Don't fret, my sexually pleasing your parents is still very high on the list.

I’m actually making a infograph involving this plant so I can use it to counter protest a group of religious zealot asswipes who like to protest our local pride events.

I don’t really even have to do that much, just camp the sidewalk so the hateful fucks can’t set up in front of the venue but I thought I could use the opportunity to spread awareness of this invasive plant which means I gotta collect photos and details and I gotta draw shit up and get shit printed. It takes time yo.

I just didn’t want you to go on thinking you slipped one past me, because you didn’t.

I saw you being a needless fucking tart.

Butt back to the honeysuckle and why it’s as bad as you @the-pretty-corpse :

Honeysuckle crowds out native berry plants to the point of extinction in an area and the berries they grow in the fall are incredibly nutrient poor to migrating birds during a time they really need it. This plant is personally responsible for a lot of migratory bird deaths.

They grow readily by either from mature branches touching the ground and rooting from the mother plant or via seed drops from birds shitting seeds everywhere meaning a few plants can become a grove of millions in under a decade and the only thing that can survive in the grove is honeysuckle.

An entire complex ecosystem of native understory plants die under their unparalleled growth.

This is all honeysuckle growing in the understory. Nothing native can grow in this. No trillium, no mayapples, no Virginia spring beauty, no wild raspberries and blackberries, nothing that native animals might use for food during critical blooming times can be accessed anymore. The honeysuckle chokes it all out.

The groves they form are horrible bird habitat leading to a lot of non-migratory bird deaths since they don’t offer the same protection native thorned bushes do.

On the bright side, all it not lost; Honeysuckle ain’t too hard to get rid of but they do require some persistence.

Something you should be pretty accustom to @the-pretty-corpse since you’ve spent near a fucking decade harassing people in this fandom, 2 years should be a fuckin’ breeze for you.

Smaller year or so old plants can easily be pulled out whole after a nice rain but the mature plants are going to take a little more effort.

Chop the whole plant down then be prepared to spend the next few years bitterly stomping the very fucking life out of any branches that reemerge, and they will grow back.

It’s not recommended to just dig the entire root up because the roots are probably doing a lot of legwork in keeping soil from running off in rainstorms and upsetting that much ground all at once can do more harm than good to a forest’s root network, which is actually one of the reasons they were introduced in the first place.

You can blast it with herbicide but I have a personal issue with that because we already live in a toxic world that we should probably be trying our best to avoid adding more toxins to it but if you’re in a situation where the area can’t be cleared or there are power lines overhead, a chemical attack may be your only option.

Fortunately for us there’s one more way you can tackle regrowth on honeysuckle.

And that’s by burning that bitch down.

Prescribed burns are a lost art and can be hugely helpful in dying off persistent honeysuckle growth, but only do so in a Cleared Area after a good rain Not During A Dry Season to help ensure you don’t accidentally torch the entire forest.

The fire department would appreciate your concern.

First you clear a spot about 6 to 8 feet around the stump

Lay dried timber on top of the stump you wanna burn

Then set up some chairs with a few friends (you know, assuming you have any of those @the-pretty-corpse) and a few beers and watch the fire until it burns out.

It’ll probably come back one more time, but just keep cooking it until the bitch dies.

And you know what shithead, if plants ain’t your jam then that’s fucking fine there is a plethora of other ways to redirect your hateful bullshit.

There’s a homeless shelter that could use your help or a food kitchen that needs you to step up or you could spend the time you use being a useless dick to people in this fandom more usefully by instead writing your congressman and asking them to allow women have safe medical abortions.

There’s very likely a pride event going on near you that is going to be protested by fucksticks somehow more hateful than you and those pride attendees could use an ally to be bouncers.

You ain’t gonna enjoy hearing this @the-pretty-corpse, but I don’t think you’re any better than those shitass westboro baptist church fucks who hold up those ‘God Hates Fags’ banners and spend the entire night screaming at a group of strangers they’re gonna ‘rot in hell for eternity’ for attending drag shows.

I know you’re upsetty that reylos exists but they’re fucking harmless despite your concerns. One of the most fucking vanilla enemies to lovers ship to come about in media in the past decade isn’t anything to clutch your ass beads over, much fucking less deserving of Death Threats because you can’t get out of your own fucking way to avoid a goddamn fandom you personally dislike.

I’m an adult and understand there are actual real problems in the real world and not a single fucking one of those problems is ‘bitches who like a canon ship and are just vibin’.

Or you can keep being a fucking dick to a bunch of people enjoying a canon ship.

I suspect I’ll see you next month you living embodiment of honeysuckle (derogatory).

I know that I’m about to make some whiny pussy upset because they can’t accept other people’s opinions when I upload this hahahahahahahaha

[supernova41st]

What about the mercs with a fem SO that talks in brainrot sometimes? Would really want medic in there but it's up to you!

Mercs x Brainrot!Reader

A/n: WHY IS THE TF2 FANDOM SO OBSESSED WITH THIS IDEA? 😭 I SAW ANOTHER FIC ABT THIS AND TWO REQUESTS ASKING FOR THIS PLS

warnings: Brainrot.. a lot of images being used, it’s a shit post who cares tbh

Scout

He’s into it too

Guys it’s scout

“Scout ilysm ur so nonchalant <33”

“Thanks babe ^^ I know I’m pretty alpha”

(Oh btw the alpha thing isn’t a joke he unironically listens to alpha male podcasts)

In the middle of spy’s serious moments you’d both lip sync ‘you are my sunshine’ to each other when he’s not looking

“what the bloody hell are you guys doing..”

“…perhaps itz a coping mechanizm zince scout doesn’t have a father?”

Medic really had to take it there

The ‘fatherless child’ meme was a coping mechanism for him tho

“I’m a fatherless child, of course I have abandonment issues”

“Um babe? Idk if you should joke abt that 😚”

“Na it just makes me more sigma”

You guys love to fuck with the blu team sm with your shenanigans, esp sniper!!

Scout would have his bat and you would have whatever weapon you have with you and yell “skibidi” before jumping him

Here’s something he DEFINITELY didn’t learn from you 💯

creds to urwhouchoose2b on Tik tok

Engineer

He tries so hard to understand

Whenever you show him a meme he does the classic old person holding phone away from eyes thing

Yk the

“Ok so this is the ‘im nothing like y’all’ fish”

“alrighty, and this is..?”

“Oh that’s the Freddy five bear meme, see it’s funny cuz his name is actually ‘Freddy fazbear’ but they got his name wrong so like.. yeah”

“…I’m not sure what I’m ‘posed to say ‘bout this, but I think you belong in a looney bin”

Once he had a project that had the word “alpha” in it and he hated mentioning it to you cuz yk

“giggle”

“…what?”

“Skibidi alpha”

“What??”

Demo man

HE LOVES IT LMFAOO

he’s so energetic esp when he’s drunk so he’s happy to have someone he can share that energy with

Y’all know that “Scotland forever” meme

Well you screamed it after another victory as a joke, but when demo heard it he was confused but also excited?

“SCOTLAND FOREVAA”

“OH? ALRIGHT THEN, SCOTLAND FOREVER 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿”

cut to him butt chugging beers

Demo doesn’t get it but he has the spirit

He’ll be right there replicating the TikTok audios after taking the point

Dude is drunk 99% of the time so he’s never bothered to ask what any of this means, he’s just in it for the fun

Once you dragged him to the bathroom since he drake too many beers (shocker) but he didn’t want to do it in the toilet cuz he didn’t want to ‘hurt his dear skibidi’

“Cmon demo you have to puke it out!!”

“Noo, take me to the jawbox I don’t wanna hert me skibidi toilet”

“Oh god what have I done”

I think you rotted his brain a little too much

Spy

Don’t even get him started.

He’s so sick of your antics it’s not even funny

“Guys we all have to remember that it’s not about the money.. it’s about the skibidi.”

Passionately grabs spy’s shoulder

“How have you made it this far in life”

Unlike engie, he really doesn’t want to know about it

Especially during missions

“lol spy you’re so devious ASF”

“shhh, enough blabbering!!”

“You are not carti 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️❌‼️‼️‼️”

You make fun of him a bunch, he can’t think of a single moment where you took him seriously

“Y/n get off the cart!!”

“If we were in Fortnite I’d have higher ground + double pump.”

[lemonandlime22]

Super random Twst hc

A/N: wrote this while coming down from either a sugar high or just that random 3am burst of energy you get type high. Also idk how to explain the weight thing exactly its very comforting for me just to have someone lay on top of you or rly anything heavy like that. Same with the thunderstorm, I grew up absolutely loving them and I still do

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Lilia loves true crime. Has a podcast with Cater about it.

Maybe Rook too

Deuce seems like the type of person that if an animal picked them (like just came up to them first or just spent the most time with them, etc) he would burst into tears and become extremely emotionally attached to them

and yes it has happened multiple times with the hedgehogs.

Malleus listens to asmr, like those really sappy relationship roleplay ones. Not just when he's going to sleep but rly any time of the day

same tho.

Leona unknowingly likes it when Cheka is napping with him. I think he's the type to like it when something heavy is on them, it's reassuring in a way, or maybe just grounding. Anyway, Cheka sleeps on his chest when he visits and Leona's taking a nap

same again.

Vil's responsible enough to go to actual therapy after his overblot. He's not ashamed of it one bit, and even lightly pushes for the other overblot-es to go as well, but he stops if they ask him to but still gives them the number(s) of credible and trustworthy therapists.

Riddle and Jamil would probably be the most willing out of them all, Jamil would have most likely already been considering it, while Riddle would do it cause he believes it's what he should do, but neither of them rly likes to talk about it/ about going.

Leona wouldn't want to go/just go for a little while, purely cause it was Vil who was suggesting it. But those two are p similar in that they both are p smart and self-aware, so sooner or later he'll push aside his pride and go. Doesn't care if anyone knows or not.

Azul would have to be dragged to go to therapy, not cause he doesn't think he doesn't need it but cause he's too ashamed and embraced to tell anyone about his overblot.

Idia might have to be dragged kicking and screaming by Ortho to go. (not sure tho, haven't finished book 6).

Fuck if I know about Malleus.

Jack prob names all his cacti. Would rather die then tell anyone bout that tho.

Cater has taught Trey how to make some spicy food.

Kalim is the #1 name remember-er, cause obv he has over 30 siblings. Doesn't mean he won't go threw like 45 other names before he gets to yours tho.

When Floyd was little he tried to eat his own tail, and sometimes still does when he's rrreeeeaaalllyyy board.

Jade gave him the idea. He also has convinced Floyd to eat many other things, like rocks, glass, paper, metal, etc. He could hand him literally almost anything and he'll eat it with little to no question.

Silver has prob woken up cuddling a bear or some crazy shit like that, and just went back to sleep like it's nothing.

Rook seems like he likes to do wood carvings and make his own arrows.

Azul, Ace, Jamil, and Leona all seem like they love thunderstorms

Azul prob used to watch them just below the surface of the water.

Ace and his big brother probably played a lot of different card games when the power went out, so he associates them with good memories.

Jamil and Leona might have both liked the because similar to the weight on the chest thing, it's calming and grounding, and a p comforting. Also might be a way to help relieve stress or smth

same once again.

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[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil's Den

Chapter 26: In Which Soft Turns Sharp

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

"I have been in IT for years and I've never once actually seen this happen."

"How does this even happen?"

"It blew up, literally."

"Yo! That's uh... that's a mess."

You were currently standing in the middle of a category 5 disaster. The bottom half of your pants and all of your shoes were completely black; powder-coated by your lovely office printer you were just having words with.

Toner was spewed all over the ugly grey carpet like the remanence of a cartoon explosion. The coworkers and IT tech were standing around amused and befuddled by the whole thing.

Jeff nudged your arm with a giant grin on his face, "did you at least say 'bless you'?"

You wanted to groan.

"No, really though..." Jade, the IT guy asked, "what were you doing again before this happened?"

Another exasperated sigh.

"I've been having communication issues all morning with it and my computer, so after I got sick of trying to repair the connection through my server I came back here to see if perhaps the ethernet was disconnected. It wasn't. Then I was going to get into the settings to see if there was something wrong there, but the screen went all blinky and wobbly, then the fucker shit itself. That's it."

Kind of.

You left out the part where you grabbed the sides of the operating screen in a threat to rip it off it's hinges, then it exploded.

Jade mused on your explanation one more time while the other two morons were drawing finger pictures on the side of the printer with toner.

"Ok - as exciting as this is I'm gunna go and see if I can save my shoes from being stained forever. Bye."

With a huff you kicked off as much toner as you could and immediately headed out the door.

In truth technology had been acting really funky the past few days. First your phone started acting up; the screen would randomly black out while you were using it (the thing was barely a year old so you hoped it wasn't frying already), the location changed on you twice (once it threw you to Paris, the second time to Idaho), and getting your keyboard to work properly was an entire fight all on it's own. You finally turned it off for a couple hours and it seemed to help a little. Then, the clock on your desk started sucking batteries to death. Twice this week you had to change them to keep the damn thing correct. Your work computer had had a couple hiccups and now the printer. Was Mercury in fucking retrograde or some shit???

You didn't bother to tell your boss you were leaving and left the building without saying anything to anyone.

8 days had gone by without Alcina and you were missing her so badly. The bouts of unusual aggression were sporadic and it really wasn't like you, but you just weren't used to such strong feelings about someone and it must be making you a little weird. You guess.

A calmer energy seemed to be following you now but it didn't completely phase out the worry or aggravation. You began to feel better overall since the random muscle attack in your back which helped ease a lot of your tension, but still, you couldn't help but... wonder. You didn't know where she was but somehow she felt closer. You hoped she would be back soon. Sooner than later.

Suddenly your phone began to ring and you reached for it out of your bag.

It was Louis.

"Heyyy man, what's up?"

"I got you another cassette my friend; Miss D and the Pallboys in a rare recording done at a live event - interested?"

"What kind of question is that; hell yes I am - I'll be there in half an hour!"

"See you soon."

Ok, today was not a total bust.

-

The mirror was not as kind today as she was hoping.

Alcina looked at her naked body with a twinge of scrutiny.

She'd gone through all of this with no fruits for her labor. 

After Dmitri and her troops arrived 5 days ago the trail of evidence and any leads went dead. It had gone completely silent. No more attacks, no more sightings, not even a hint of action. While everyone was relieved it didn't sit well with anyone, but what were they to do? They'd scoured every inch of the territory through the sector where everything had taken place, and miles around that. 

Nothing. Anywhere.

The 'cave' itself proved pointless; it was caved in not a thousand feet from the entrance. Still, no one was convinced this was over and Alcina agreed. Dmitri and Sylvia kept several outposts active and would continue to do so for as long as they deemed fit.

The deceased mutated vampire lay in the bin hollowing out with nothing more of interest to study it seemed. No bugs, no worms, nothing exited his body to help Joel in his quest to understand him. His tests came up with very little information outside of a strange anomaly in the dead blood he'd collected, however it was nothing he had seen and without a live sample of possibly another mutated specimen he was hitting a dead end as well. How could he research a dead, dying crumb of evidence? Oddly though, when they put his body out to disintegrate in the sun, he didn't crumble to pure ash as he should have. His bones remained slightly in tact, which Joel collected to see if that could lead him anywhere instead.

Mother Miranda had finally been reached; she had indeed been on travel to Romania which is where Donna was finally able to speak with her. Her reaction was... limited at best. Unconcerned and satisfied they had it under control. Donna was unamused by her stance and Alcina couldn't have scoffed harder at her dismissal. She was nothing if not flippant unless it directly concerned her these days. She could rot in hell or Romania for all Alcina cared.

The suspiciousness of the ordeal had everyone who was aware remaining on high alert. This was far from over and neither clan was backing down from their posts to make sure whatever, if ever, something came next, they'd be more than prepared.

Thankfully no word had seeped into the underground and everything was carrying on as normal it seemed.

Alcina had returned home yesterday and was getting ready for a good nights rest in her own bed where it was quiet, and private.

Well, a little.

Donning her nightgown she clicked off the light to her bathroom and exited.

"Ai dormit pe partea asta aseară, e rândul meu," Daniela stated flatly. (You slept on this side last night, it's my turn)

"Conteaza? Încă dormi lângă mama," Cassandra replied, "sunt două laturi, poate s-o lase pe Bela să doarmă lângă ea în seara asta.." (Does it matter? You're still sleeping next to mother, there's two sides, maybe let Bela sleep next to her tonight.)

Bela sighed as she situated at the end of the very large king size bed, "e în regulă, sunt bine aici jos. Atâta timp cât suntem cu toții împreună, nu-mi pasă." (It's fine, I'm fine down here. As long as we're all together I don't care.)

"Dani este doar un nebun, vino să dormi aici." (Dani is just being a brat, you come sleep up here.)

"Nu sunt un nebun!" (I'm not being a brat!)

"Fetelor..." Alcina intervened as she approached softly, "într-adevăr acum, am destul pat și timp și cu mine să merg. Vă rugăm să încetați să vă certați." (Girls... really now, there's plenty of bed and time and me to go around. Please stop bickering.)

They smiled at her as she began crawling under the covers with them, nestling down with a smile of her own.

When Alcina returned home she hadn't had a moments peace since she walked through the door. Her daughters had warm blood waiting for her, not the wine, and tended to her every unspoken need. Which, they apparently seemed to make for her by the dozens. Donna had of course informed them of her attack and they were more fretful than she at the news. It was only expected they would be exceptionally doting to their beloved mother when she arrived home. They had nearly lost her once, many many years ago and the memories were still fresh and vivid in their hearts. The bond the 4 of them shared was deeply rooted and strong; Alcina may not be their biological mother in the human sense, but she was their rock and anchor, their protector and very much the loving, nurturing, caring and doting mother figure. While the girls were quite old as far as human standards go, somehow deep inside of them was still a childlike need and fondness with Alcina.

Cassandra had run her a bath, Bela washed the clothes Dani had packed and sent with Dmitri for her, Dani continued to bring warm blood on the hour and while the house was never truly a mess, it was spotless. Spot. Less. Alcina couldn't help but grin at their attentiveness. She jested perhaps she should get wounded more often... they didn't find it humorous in the least.

"Acum, fiicele mele... noapte bună, vă iubesc, dormiți bine," she cooed, caressing their beautiful faces one by one. (Now, my daughters... goodnight, I love you, sleep well.)

Exchanging kisses to the cheek they settled in, snuggling close to their mother as the silence of the room seeped in.

Cassandra, now on the right side of Alcina, caressed her arm softly, "esti bine mama?" (You're alright, mother?)

Alcina smiled, "da, draga. Dormi. Sunt acasă, în siguranță cu fetele mele. Totul este în regulă în lume," she whispered and kissed her forehead once more. (Yes, darling. Sleep. I'm home, safe and sound with my girls. All is right in the world.)

She felt complete. 

Almost.

She missed you. She needed you.

Tomorrow she would venture out to see you. She couldn't stand the distance from you any longer.

-

"More goodies for the pests, ey?"

You gave Malka a raised eyebrow as she scanned the bag of mixed nuts and dried berries.

"Those pests were here waaay before us, it's not their fault we moved in on their territory."

Malka broke her stern visage and smiled brightly at you, "yes yes, good good, you have a Yiddishe Kop my girl."

Malka was an old Jewish woman who ran and owned the tiny corner store a couple blocks from your apartment. It was your favorite place to get groceries and oddities. The produce was always fresh and she was constantly stocking the shelves with fun, niche little snacks from all over Europe and her home in the Netherlands. She'd adopted you as the neighborhood stray long ago and you happily claimed her as your long lost Bubbeh - her chosen term. She was small but a pure spitfire. Her hair was long and white with fading pepper streaks that she wore in a braided bun high on her head. Malka was a darling.

"I still think you should ween them off the dried fruit and give them fresh - it's good for the soul, you know," she advised knowingly.

You chuckled, "they like what they like, who am I to argue? Getting them off the pastries was hard enough!"

She placed the last of your things in your tweed bag and handed it over to you, "my pastries were the cause of several village wars, I'll have you know."

"Yes, yes, I know Sophia Petrillo. I doubt I'll ever see another twenty dropped on my doorstep until I treat them again."

"Ahaha," she cackled, "off with you now, enjoy your evening and give my best to the birds. Tell them Bubbeh wants a twenty dollar bill too next time."

By the time you made it to your block you caught their shadows overhead as they swarmed and landed in the trees in the courtyard. You smiled and treaded around back to the grass and benches on the other side. They followed with happy caws and grunts and coos.

You sat on the bench and watched them gracefully land at your feet as you opened the bag and began divvying out the goods.

You still couldn't tell them all apart yet but there was a considerably bigger one and a runt that stuck out the most. The smallest was easily the most vocal and it was skittish. The biggest one was very regal but had a playful side, you'd noticed. He, or she, would play with the baby squirrels in the neighboring tree, almost a game of tag, it was quite amusing to watch.

The gathering usually gave you odd looks from the passerby's but you got used to ignoring it. So you had a tiny army of crows, so what? 

Without giving away the whole bag you watched them trek around the grounds for a while enjoying the falling evening. It was getting a little cooler now, autumn was around the corner. Every season in New York was pretty, except winter. Winter could fuck all the way off in your opinion. 

You sighed. As the darkness shifted the hue in the sky your heart silently wished upon the universe that your Alcina was safe and would be back in your arms before too long. 9 days was a really, really long time at this point.

~

There was no way to accurately describe the sensation that coated you like warm molasses; it was slow in enveloping you and you became light headed, a fuzzy heat trickled through your system and your limbs felt numb and tingly. A smile erupted on your face and you instantly knew this feeling.

In a split second you were off your couch and headed for your room.

There creeping through your doorway was that tall black silhouette you longed and craved to see and touch for 9 too long goddamn days.

"Alcina," you whimpered as you ran to her and collected her in your arms.

She sighed long and heavy as her own strong arms enfolded you with haste. Your scent wafted through her sweeter than a summer breeze offering reprieve from the hot sun and she drove her nose deep in your hair.

"Oh... how I've missed you, draga mea," she whispered near your ear, feeling her own relief and satiation of having you back within her grasp, "I have missed you so much."

"I've missed you so much," your muffled reply came as you slowly inched your face around to claim her lips.

The two of you moaned softly and satisfyingly at the connection. Yes. This felt like home, this felt too good to be lost for so long.

Alcina carefully grasped your face in her cool hands, which you noticed were slightly trembling, and you looked deep into her stumbling slate colored eyes. Pools of ethereal eternity. Somewhere you wanted to be for the rest of your days.

"Hi beautiful," you smiled.

"Hello, dragul meu," she smiled right back.

You snaked your arms back around her torso and clung to her like she might slip away again. Not today Satan, not to-fucking-day.

Although, there was something amiss. Something not quite right. You weren't completely sure what it was but somehow your hands began to pull higher up her back where you found, under her leather jacket, an unnatural heat. And raised ridges of... something.

Alcina hitched as your hands splayed over her wounds and grabbed for your arms and pulled you away. The concern and confusion was not hidden on your face and she sighed, forced a smile and hoped there could have been at least an hour pass before this came to light.

Feeling the hesitation peel off her like layers of a wilted rose you stepped in a little closer to her, taking her hands in yours.

You could throw the thoughts of her absence dealing with something dangerous out the window all you'd like; they would return like a handful of sand to the wind and back in your eyes every time. You knew. You knew.

With a short breath you swallowed your worry, "I know you can't tell me everything, or maybe anything at all for that matter, but... what did I just feel?"

Exasperation was now the most common emotion she was friends with these days. Alcina didn't know how to tell you. It wasn't as if she could hide this forever. But she wanted to. Her healing was so slow - they should be gone by now, but they weren't, and she didn't want to be away from you any longer. Somehow this made her feel too vulnerable to you, a desperation to keep it locked away and never let you into this dark corner of her world.

"Draga..." she started, tossing her eyes away from you.

This was not something you would receive well, in fact she feared for how it would affect you period. How was she supposed to just brush this off as a; 'well, you see draga mea, I was attacked by a mutated vampire that nearly killed me and more lycans than I care to count, that may or may not have many other mates running loose that we can't find, and truly that's just where the story ends for the moment,' and expect you to have a normal reaction. And, at the same time, how could she just say; 'I can't tell you what happened and I'm sorry you have to look at these scars that looks like I fought 8 meet hooks, you'll just have to accept that,' and move on.

Alcina's pause made you lean in closer. You understood the barrage of thoughts you couldn't hear her fighting all too well, so, softly and carefully, you began to remove her jacket and moved to her tight black turtleneck.

Her body immediately tensed and an anxiousness wrapped around her, but what was she to do. 

Well, here we go, Alcina thought.

She allowed you to continue and it actually surprised you. You half expected her to grab for your arms again and immobilize your efforts, but she didn't.

As you stood behind her and lifted the soft cloth, the sight that assaulted your eyes sunk your heart to the pits of your stomach like a deflated lead balloon.

Did you gasp? No clue. But you felt ice shoot through your veins at the sight.

"My god..." you whispered, "Alcina... what - who did this to you?"

Your fingers were so gentle as they passed over the raised dark purple scars Alcina almost buckled. The caress didn't hurt but it felt like little sparks of electricity passing through her. Somehow your touch was the most soothing thing she'd felt so far in her healing, or, maybe, she was just starving for your touch more than she had been aware.

As your eyes wandered you could now see in the dim light that there were fully healed scars all over her. All in swipes of 4, like sets of claws. Eventually you just removed the turtleneck all together and rounded her to look back into her eyes. She wasn't completely dodging your glance, but she wasn't seeking it out either.

You tried to choke out more questions as you softly trailed your fingers over her arms, chest, and abdomen. What was there to say, how were you to say it? Suddenly another rushing wave of icy water pelted over you as the memories of that night you had your little 'muscle attack' just about drowned you. 

Did you feel this happen to her? 

Who or what could have done this? Was the war between vampires and lycans returning?

Your visage torqued the twinge in Alcina's heart. You were so concerned, plighted by a tied tongue. But also, something else. Alcina gently reached out to cup your jaw and offer a soft smile. Truth be told she didn't know what to say either. She didn't want to answer your question. 

In your short lived elation to see her you were unable to address the tiredness about her, but now you saw it loud and clear. Her eyes lacked the sparkle of light, her skin looked worn, her lips, thinner, her trembling hands alone should have told you how lacking her energy was.

Taking her beautiful long fingers to your lips you kissed them gently, repeatedly, locking her eyes with yours as you then began to move your hair away from your neck.

Alcina grabbed you up in her arms and held you, "dragul meu, please, I didn't come here to feed off you -"

"I know you didn't but you're depleted, I can tell," you shut down her argument softly, "please, drink," you urged, "I don't like seeing you like this. Please... I want you to."

She didn't budge.

Stubborn ass.

Accepting her refusal you secured your arms even more tightly around her bare torso and held her back. She may have won for now but you would give her your blood before she left, you wouldn't have it any other way. Softly you began pressing your warm lips against her bare collarbone and kissing her cool skin with revered tenderness.

Alcina closed her eyes and leaned into you, feeling you against her seemed to bring down all the pillars of worry and concern around her. But you, your offer, it panged her with guilt and remorse.

Pressing her lips to the shell of your ear she whispered softly, "you are not for my consumption, draga mea, you are more to me than what I think you realize and it pains me to think if I have lead you astray in that... you are not for the taking, for use, for simply delectable taste and pleasure. I love you, I never want you to feel less than my equal, for all sense and purpose of our differences."

You sighed.

"You big dummy," you muttered, pulling back to look into her eyes once more, "I love you too, I love you so much... you're my vampire and I'm your human; I belong to you because I want to. I'm not offering my blood out of - fuck, I don't know - pressure, duty, some form of guilt - no! I love you, I want you to feed because I want to take care of you, because I don't want to see you drained and weak, because your wellbeing is not only my job as your lover but my honor. You're a mighty Matriarch. You fight battles and command armies and rule over a literal underground city of vampires and lycans. I am a chaotic, dysfunctional, boring as fuck but loving human who was just lucky enough to be chosen by you - I can't offer you much, literally, I have like nothing of real value... but you've got my love, my dedication, my heart and blood and whatever else you want or need, ok?"

What have I done to deserve you? Alcina mused in the silence. You were the unintended enigma that was never-ending.

Carefully tracing her fingertips along the outlines of your face, Alcina leaned in gracefully to kiss you. Each caress of your lips together grew a little deeper and a little deeper, everything outside of this room ceasing to exist as she was once again back in the safest place she could ever imagine. Your arms. Your embrace. Your love.

Feeling the inevitable plume of heat deep inside of you, gorging yourself on everything that was this glorious woman, you urged and silently begged for her bite; pressing your body so close into hers, pulling her as near as possible, arching your neck as your lips escaped to graze her jawline. And then you felt the shudder within her; the release of the tiger that was prowling for blood with no need to chase.

Her teeth were sharp and precise and the painful pleasure coursed through you like your blood into her. Bliss, euphoric release; a chaotic intertwining of black and white, up and down, hot and cold.

As the sensation of heat poured down her throat, Alcina groaned out her long-awaited desire to taste you again. Your blood fed fuel to her fire like nothing else in this world, but within the rush this time something else was taking place. Her body began to burn. Her senses thrown into a frenzy. The striking, piercing sensation of an itch so violently unable to scratch tore through her and she ripped her mouth away from your neck with a pained wail.

Alcina's knees buckled and she fell to the floor with a thud.

[theramblingvoid]

I feel ya. Had to unfollow a long time mutual recently for very quickly going from 'hey don't be antisemetic' (good! antisemitism is really bad!) to straight up posting israel sympathising stuff. And while I am sure it probably came from a good place.... just. no. innocent people are dying by the day, you're focussing on the wrong things! Multiple things can be true at once- antisemitism can be bad and the actions of the isreali government can be absolutley fucked up! It's a real shame. Please, put your energy towards real instances of antisemetism and don't veer into genocide denialism. sorry for the rant in the inbox, it's been bothering me for a while, don't feel like you have to respond to this. It's just sad to see good people taking these complex issues in totally the wrong direction.

I'm in the exact same situation actually, it's what prompted the recent bout of posting. I'm still following this person because I think it's interesting (? possibly the wrong wording, interesting in the manner of something bad that I can't look away from) to see how the pipeline works that inches people's viewpoints farther and farther away from what is reasonable. All of the posts originally written by this person read as good points - antisemitism is a rampant problem and we need to be careful not to parrot it unintentionally in activism, bringing awareness to that is a genuine good service. But the posts they reblog have inched closer and closer to the view that any kind of support for Palestine is inherent anti-Semitism, as is just...stating factual things Israel has done and is doing? As well as beginning to use degrading language for activists and supporters. It's easy to see how someone can be radicalized by posts they majority agree with that carry increasingly unsubtle violence along with their half-decent points (to the point where the end result is something the beginning person might have seen for what it is).

Sorry for any incomprehensible wording - I am very sleep deprived. Thank you for speaking up, it's nice to be able to talk about what I've been noticing.

[todayisafridaynight]

THEY TURNED OUT AMAZING I'M JUST SAD TO HAVE MISSED OUT </3 I knew I'd miss a stream sooner or later but still... owwie... However, that meant I got to be pleasantly surprised (<- understatement) by the pose you chose for Jo CHRIST ☠️ Unbuttoning his shirt does pass for a Slut Moment when it comes to him though I can't lie...

And OBVIOUSLY. AS YOU CAN SEE. I love the Arakawa <33 the red background fucks soooo hard with the blood... definitely my new favorite screenshot as well... SO EXCITED to see Mellow Sawashiro and Sicko Arakawa... they saw us saying he was too wholesome to be menacing and this was their answer... hope you don't mind me using it as my icon btw I know you used to say in your about it was fine to do whatever with credit... but you don't anymore... so I'll get rid of it if you want, sorry for not asking in advance!

Anyway crying at this recreation of The Last Supper I can't claim to know the significance of any of it but Jo and Kiryu (Joryu... if you will...) look so fucking GOOFY not to mention ANY OF THE REST

fomo is real and it's out there.. can't attend EVERY stream- truly is funny that tihis instance i actually got stuff done LMAO oops. BUT there's always next time :) where hopefully ill finish something again <:) OH BUT YEAH LMAO i was going to be boring at first and just do a headshot but i wanted to try and explore the like. .2% more Not Clinically Depressed energy he was givin so... skank behavior 😔

IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE ARAKAWA THO i actually ended up redoing the lineart after stream... i was so particular bout how i wanted it to look and even now im still scratchin my chin on how i coulda done some things BUT IT'S COOL I'MA LEAVE IT. rgg found me talkin shit and wanted to retaliate with murderous arakawa but little did they know thats all i wanted !!!!!!! FOOLS. im so excited... finally got the chance to draw arakawa murderous after a year of wanting to do so..

OH AND OFC id be more than honored to let you use it as a pfp ♪(´▽｀) !! i coulda sworn i DID have that in my bio but i guess i deleted it by accident: time to add it again lol

the last supper recreation's SUUCH a cute pic, and even if kiryu's Presumably tellin sawashiro to cool it, it's nice seein jo in a Vaguely Casual setting for once (❁´◡`❁) he's not healing i think he's getting worse but for now i'll believe he's healing (❁´◡`❁)

[frustrated-writer-skyeknight]

Crescentia (Atlantis AU)

The technology is similar to the types in Treasure Planet.

Crescentia is a mythical place where Hiccup believes an energy crystal lies, that not only powers technology but tames dragons.

It is later discovered the Crescentia is not yet in ruins, but still an island where inhabitants live. It is home to the Mageborns, special beings that can possess magical abilities. Although now, there are only a handful of those still with magical powers. The rest of the Crescentians just has a long lifespan, and they can shapeshift. So, it's either you're a mage or a shifter.

North, Thiana, Aster, and Sanderson are the head guardians tasked to protect the island from invaders.

Nightlight is the ruler of Crescentia, and his brother is Johkul.

Dimitri is a shapeshifter and a trainee to be a guardian. He's Johkul's childhood friend.

Casting:

Hiccup Haddock - Milo Thatch Jack Frost - Princess Kidagakash Jim Hawkins - Audrey Ramirez Dimitri Sudayev - as himself Astrid Hofferson - Helga Sinclar *but unlike Helga, changes her alignment when Jamie and the others does* Jamie Bennette - Joshua Sweet Tuffnut Thorston - Vinny Santorini Ruffnut Thorston - as herself *replacing the role of Wilhelmina Packard, but isn't on PA duty* Fishlegs - as himself *replacing the role of Cookie, but he's a better cook.* Snotlout - as himself *replacing the role of Mole, but he's the weaponry specialist of the group* Drago - Lyle Rourke Nightlight - as himself *replaces the role of the old king*

Dialogue ideas (will update more later):

Hiccup: No, no. I'm fine, I got it... Eep! *trips over and knives spill out of the crate he was carrying* Astrid, rolling her eyes before walking away: Jim, coming over to clean up the mess and help Hiccup up: Jeez, I used to fend off bullies protecting guys like you. Jim: Also, she's already a thing with the medic. Might want to ease up with the flirting. Hiccup: Really? But that other guy was flirting with her, too. So, I thought... JIm: That's Snotlout. Pro-tip: Never follow his lead on absolutely anything... Unless your intention is to get punched in the face, then by all means, it's your funeral.

Snotlout: Don't worry guys, I got this. Charming people is my thing. Jim: Since fucking when? Snotlout: If I may *beckons Jack closer* Jack, in amused curiosity, agrees to lean closer. He gets kissed, and he punched Snotlout as a response. Dimitri follows up on that and hits Snotlout's gut once with the non-pointy end of his spear... Jim, applauding: Woo! That went better than I expected. Astrid: 'bout time somebody did it. I'm just sorry it wasn't me. Jamie: I'm surprised it wasn't you, too.

Hiccup: Oh yeah, we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Hiccup. Jack: My name is Johkul Frosti. Hiccup: Yo... Yoko.... Do you have a nickname? Jack, chuckling: Jack will do.

Jack: That is Toothless, a Night Fury and the alpha of the dragons in this area. Jack: He'd have to be, since they are only a handful of Furies and the white one, the Light Fury, is his mate. The rest of the little Furies are his young ones. Hiccup: Are there more dragons? Jack: Of course, but it might take too long to show you... Hey Hiccup, before you have to leave tomorrow, I need your help with something.

Dimitri: So, what do you call this? Jim: That is a gun, and give it back. You could hurt yourself with that. Dimitri: How could such a tiny thing do... *Accidentally pulls the trigger and the laser shot grazes his hand a bit* ouch! Jim: I hate to say I told you so... No, no I actually don't. *Sees the wound heal itself* Okay, that is cool.

[countenanceblog]

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Rufus and Lazarus found a quiet booth aside from the others in the thumping Dome. Rufus nursed his drink, his brow furrowed with worry. Lazarus leaned back in his seat, a sly grin on his face.

"Man, I'm worried about Maggie," Rufus said, his voice tinged with concern. "She's heading into a snake pit, and I mean that, Spain City is no fucking joke."

Lazarus chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink. "I feel ya, bro. But you know Maggie, she's tough as nails. She'll handle herself just fine. Recently she's kind of a badass."

Rufus nodded, but his worry remained. "Yeah, I know she's a badass, but that city isn't for the faint of heart. I just hope she knows what she's getting into."

Lazarus flashed a mischievous grin. "Did I tell you yet 'bout how I find Nook attractive as fuck?"

Rufus arched an eyebrow, amused by Lazarus's sudden shift in topic. "Nook? Seriously? That girl's got more power in her little finger than most people have in their whole body. And I mean that."

Lazarus shrugged, his grin widening. "Yeah, but there's somethin' 'bout her, man. That quiet strength, those intense eyes, and that electric vibe she gives off... it's like a moth to a flame, ya know?"

Rufus chuckled, shaking his head. "You're a strange one, Laz. But hey, I ain't judging. I know how you feel."

Lazarus winked knowingly. "You know it, bro. And Nook's definitely my type. She's small and curvy."

The mood in the booth grew somber as Rufus took another sip of his drink. "Hey, Laz, can we talk about something else? It's just . . . I can't help but think about Ralph, and Timmy, and Xander."

Lazarus's playful demeanor softened, sensing the weight of Rufus's emotions. "Yeah, man, I get it. They were like a family to you."

Rufus nodded, his gaze distant. "Yeah, they were practically my foster family once Karen's mom kicked me out. Let me raise them like no one could. But now they're gone, and I feel like I'm adrift, you know? Like I lost my anchor. I'm just glad I have Karen."

Lazarus placed a comforting hand on Rufus's shoulder. "I feel ya, bro. Losing family ain't easy, but remember, you got us now. We're family too, and we got your back."

Rufus managed a small smile, appreciating Lazarus's support. "Thanks, Laz. I know I got you guys, and I'm grateful for that."

Lazarus grinned, raising his glass in a toast. "To family, both old and new. We'll stick together, no matter what comes our way."

Rufus clinked his glass against Lazarus'. A sense of belonging washed over them both. Dressed in his all-red suit, David Griffith approached the booth nestled against the wall. He said, "Do you guys need a boost?" He produced an orange pill bottle and shook it.

"Whoa, drugs? Radical," said Rufus. David laughed and poured a few capsules into Rufus' open hand.

"Take em," said David as he motioned accordingly. "They're not actually drugs. It's lionsmane and a whole bunch of other spectrum-extracted vegetables and herbs. Cadence gave it to me. Shit's spectacular for energy."

"Give me some a that," said Lazarus. "I been up for two days straight with all this crazy shit. Vampires and so forth. Givin' me a migraine. It's like a bad trip."

Rufus swallowed all of the capsules. "I hope this burns clean. Last thing I need is drugs right now, unless it's grass. I'm drying out, honestly. I got anger issues."

David's smile sparkled. "We can smoke some grass. Just a little bit though, a pinner maybe. Why don't you come with me, guys? Emma's about to give you all the breakdown in our war room." Rufus halfway smiled.

"Lead the way," he told David. With that, the three of them headed to a long room with a long table. Emma was standing in front of a whiteboard, poised to begin a lecture of some sort. There was a notebook under her arm. Corey was standing next to her, leaning in closer and closer.

Karen, Jack, Jonah, and even Killing Cadence were seated at the long table. Griffith chuckled. Karen and the others looked eager to begin the meeting.

"Take off that cat mask, Ian, you're embarrassing me," David told Cadence. Rufus' heart skipped a beat while the mysterious Killing Cadence removed his mask, revealing a long, serious face beneath. His black hair was buzzed.

Rufus' jaw dropped. "Wow man, you look just like Ian Anderson Hart. He's my favorite . . . Wait – "

Cadence cut him off. "I am Ian Anderson Hart."

Rufus struggled to find words. "You're, uh, you're my favorite author, dude. And my favorite musician?" Hart nodded curtly. Rufus felt almost deliriously star-struck.

David cleared his throat. "We're all gathered here for a reason. The new kids need to be updated on the situation."

Emma jumped in, "David is right, it's time we appraise ourselves of the variables," she said, as she indicated a hand-drawn marker map of the continent of Agartha on the whiteboard. Corey, Lazarus and Rufus took their seats. "The vampires control Agartha from beneath Air Town, in the center, which makes sense. That's where the President, Robert Mayflower, resides – "

"We know who the current guy is," said Rufus. Everyone looked at him at once. "What? Sorry."

Emma gave him a rather forgiving look. "Carrying on," she began. "The Unseelie Court has full control of over three of the four Districts, with the exception of most of the Air District itself, especially Brownsville."

Karen was astounded. "Really? The left-wingers had it right this whole time? Do the anarchists and the libertarians actually have some kind of foothold?"

"That's correct, Karen," said Emma. "The left-wingers, including the libertarians, anarchists, and other monarchists in Brownsville, have never had their political dynasties unseated. We've had contact with them in the past, and they are sympathetic to the cause, but evidently they're under too much pressure to do anything about it."

"Flatlanders," mused Jack. "Darn tootin."

"Perhaps our greatest allies could be the skinwalker clan living under the Brownsville turnaround," said Emma, shocking the group. "They have contacted us recently. Apparently the last scion of the clan has been . . . Rebuilding. Filling up his ranks. It's a logistical matter of where we deploy these special forces, and when. Which brings me to my next point," Emma elaborated. She pointed to the northwestern part of Agartha. "Spain City, in the Water District, is home to the oldest living Resistance fighter, Herringbone."

Rufus' green eyes lit up. "That's where Maggie and Gwyn are headed! To Herringbone! You're telling me he's been in this game longer than anyone else?"

"He's the one who recruited me," said Griffith, smiling.

[alligatorjesie]

So here we are again, another day of you being a fucking cunt to people in this fandom and me telling you to fix your fucking tags and get the fuck out of this fandom space if you hate it so goddamn much.

You’re not welcome here and you can fucking leave whenever.

You swear up and down you got such a huge problem with reylos because they cross post in the finnrey tag but try as I fucking might I can’t find any fucking examples of it but ironically you continue to this fucking day to post harassment in the reylo tag.

Where the fuck are these crossposts @the-pretty-corpse? They seam like they’re such a huge goddamn problem to you but God Fucking Help Me I can’t find a single fucking one.

You seam like you need some help redirecting all that needless fucking hate so you know what? Lemme help you out with a nice project to get you outside and touching just so much grass.

You see this plant here?

It’s called honeysuckle and if you live in North America you’ve probably seen some variation of this plant or another along roadways be it you realize it or not.

They’re some of the first things to leaf in early spring. They get an incredibly good smelling white flower that eventually turns yellow then later develops bright red or orange berries in clumps of 2 or 4 at the base of each leaf towards the end of summer.

They grow opposite simple oval shaped leaves. ‘Opposite’ means the leaves grow on each side of a node, not staggered like they are on poison ivy,

The term ‘simple’ means the leaf is very generic and doesn't have a distinguishable shape, color, or feature but the end of the leaf is always pointed.

The bark is thornless and the stems are often hollow on mature plants, mature plants getting easily 15 feet tall growing multiple ‘trunks’ that lean over from a central base.

I bring this plant up in such detail because it’s hugely destructive to the ecosystem, just like you @the-pretty-corpse who can’t seem to do much else besides periodically show up in areas no one fucking wants you in.

I regularly go out in my neighborhood and help removed these plants among many others because they’re such a big problem where I live and I care about real fucking issues like the collapse of my local ecosystems.

Which is partially why I took so long to reply to this post. Among plenty of other reasons. Don't fret, my sexually pleasing your parents is still very high on the list.

I’m actually making a infograph involving this plant so I can use it to counter protest a group of religious zealot asswipes who like to protest our local pride events.

I don’t really even have to do that much, just camp the sidewalk so the hateful fucks can’t set up in front of the venue but I thought I could use the opportunity to spread awareness of this invasive plant which means I gotta collect photos and details and I gotta draw shit up and get shit printed. It takes time yo.

I just didn’t want you to go on thinking you slipped one past me, because you didn’t.

I saw you being a needless fucking tart.

Butt back to the honeysuckle and why it’s as bad as you @the-pretty-corpse :

Honeysuckle crowds out native berry plants to the point of extinction in an area and the berries they grow in the fall are incredibly nutrient poor to migrating birds during a time they really need it. This plant is personally responsible for a lot of migratory bird deaths.

They grow readily by either from mature branches touching the ground and rooting from the mother plant or via seed drops from birds shitting seeds everywhere meaning a few plants can become a grove of millions in under a decade and the only thing that can survive in the grove is honeysuckle.

An entire complex ecosystem of native understory plants die under their unparalleled growth.

This is all honeysuckle growing in the understory. Nothing native can grow in this. No trillium, no mayapples, no Virginia spring beauty, no wild raspberries and blackberries, nothing that native animals might use for food during critical blooming times can be accessed anymore. The honeysuckle chokes it all out.

The groves they form are horrible bird habitat leading to a lot of non-migratory bird deaths since they don’t offer the same protection native thorned bushes do.

On the bright side, all it not lost; Honeysuckle ain’t too hard to get rid of but they do require some persistence.

Something you should be pretty accustom to @the-pretty-corpse since you’ve spent near a fucking decade harassing people in this fandom, 2 years should be a fuckin’ breeze for you.

Smaller year or so old plants can easily be pulled out whole after a nice rain but the mature plants are going to take a little more effort.

Chop the whole plant down then be prepared to spend the next few years bitterly stomping the very fucking life out of any branches that reemerge, and they will grow back.

It’s not recommended to just dig the entire root up because the roots are probably doing a lot of legwork in keeping soil from running off in rainstorms and upsetting that much ground all at once can do more harm than good to a forest’s root network, which is actually one of the reasons they were introduced in the first place.

You can blast it with herbicide but I have a personal issue with that because we already live in a toxic world that we should probably be trying our best to avoid adding more toxins to it but if you’re in a situation where the area can’t be cleared or there are power lines overhead, a chemical attack may be your only option.

Fortunately for us there’s one more way you can tackle regrowth on honeysuckle.

And that’s by burning that bitch down.

Prescribed burns are a lost art and can be hugely helpful in dying off persistent honeysuckle growth, but only do so in a Cleared Area after a good rain Not During A Dry Season to help ensure you don’t accidentally torch the entire forest.

The fire department would appreciate your concern.

First you clear a spot about 6 to 8 feet around the stump

Lay dried timber on top of the stump you wanna burn

Then set up some chairs with a few friends (you know, assuming you have any of those @the-pretty-corpse) and a few beers and watch the fire until it burns out.

It’ll probably come back one more time, but just keep cooking it until the bitch dies.

And you know what shithead, if plants ain’t your jam then that’s fucking fine there is a plethora of other ways to redirect your hateful bullshit.

There’s a homeless shelter that could use your help or a food kitchen that needs you to step up or you could spend the time you use being a useless dick to people in this fandom more usefully by instead writing your congressman and asking them to allow women have safe medical abortions.

There’s very likely a pride event going on near you that is going to be protested by fucksticks somehow more hateful than you and those pride attendees could use an ally to be bouncers.

You ain’t gonna enjoy hearing this @the-pretty-corpse, but I don’t think you’re any better than those shitass westboro baptist church fucks who hold up those ‘God Hates Fags’ banners and spend the entire night screaming at a group of strangers they’re gonna ‘rot in hell for eternity’ for attending drag shows.

I know you’re upsetty that reylos exists but they’re fucking harmless despite your concerns. One of the most fucking vanilla enemies to lovers ship to come about in media in the past decade isn’t anything to clutch your ass beads over, much fucking less deserving of Death Threats because you can’t get out your own fucking way to avoid a goddamn fandom you personally dislike.

I’m an adult and understand there are actual real problems in the real world and not a single fucking one of those problems is ‘bitches who like a canon ship and are just vibin’.

Or you can keep being a fucking dick to a bunch of people enjoying a canon ship.

I suspect I’ll see you next month you living embodiment of honeysuckle (derogatory).

I know that I’m about to make some whiny pussy upset because they can’t accept other people’s opinions when I upload this hahahahahahahaha

[frogtanii]

your palms were sweaty as you adjusted your slacks, making sure the pleats were where they should be with not a wrinkle in sight. you wanted to look professional and put together, at least on the outside, because you knew you were actually about .2 seconds away from falling apart.

your palms were sweaty as you adjusted your slacks, making sure the pleats were where they should be with not a wrinkle in sight. you wanted to look professional and put together, at least on the outside, because you knew you were actually about .2 seconds away from falling apart.

a quick glance to the boys at your sides notified you that they weren’t faring much better. atsumu kept fidgeting with his cufflinks, sakusa was so stiff you could knock him over with your pinky, kenma looked like he was about to pass out, bokuto was debating on squeezing under the table in front of you, kuroo was tapping a pattern on his pants (akeelah and the bee style), and akaashi kept reciting ominous poems under his breath.

the only people in the room who looked even remotely fine were osamu, oikawa, sugawara, daichi, and, surprisingly, yachi. osamu was munching on some peanuts that he pulled from... somewhere, while oikawa and sugawara were holding their own conversation by the window. daichi seemed to be minding his own business but you could never really get a proper read on him anyway.

well, you supposed yachi was okay because she knew what to expect. i mean, you were meeting her boss.

after you and kenma had posted your “exposing the hype(r) house” youtube video, an email had come to the both of you, inviting you to visit the “big boss” along with the rest of the crew.

you weren’t necessarily afraid of losing your job; the hype(r) house was already being dissolved and you were (finally!!!) getting to move in with makki and mattsun until you found your own place. you were genuinely excited to put the drama and literal hell behind you and begin to live your life again but...

that didn’t mean meeting the Man™ wasn’t terrifying. it was like being called into the principal’s office, complete with the existential dread and occasional bouts of gassiness.

the door opening made you flinch as you quickly moved out of the way to let the newcomers enter. while they walked past you, you couldn’t contain the shock that overtook your face, your jaw practically on the floor.

the man was massive.

built like a brick wall, the man who you assumed to be the “big boss,” had a chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and massive fucking pecs, his white button up barely closing around them.

beside him stood a tall, lanky man who was dressed suspiciously un-office-like with a red buzz cut and wild eyes that seemed to cut into you as he took his place at the table.

the final man seemed a bit awkward in comparison to the other two, but he was trying to seem unaffected, his purple bowlcut, despite being rather juvenile, fitting perfectly with his slim but toned build and bright complexion.

yachi hurried to greet them, giving all three a blinding smile before motioning for everyone else to take a seat. you ended up between the redhead and atsumu, the former being way too entertained by just your general being. his eyes rarely, if ever, left your face sending shivers down your spine. the remaining members all hesitantly took their seats and “big boss” began.

“it is an honor to meet you all. i am ushijima wakatoshi but you can call me ushijima or wakatoshi or ushiwaka or toshijima or just ushi or just jima or just waka or just toshi.” for a moment you thought he was joking but his face never moved, not even with the awkward silence that followed. redhead seemed rather amused by the whole display and bowl cut looked like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting.

it took an uncomfortably long moment for ushijima to proceed but he did as though nothing had happened. “these are my associates, satori—” redhead gave you a mischievous grin “—and tsutomu.”

“goshiki,” bowl cut interrupted, his voice wavering but his eyes gleaming with righteous indignation as though he was challenging wakatoshi to say something in defiance. instead, ushijima just gave him a nod and he visibly deflated back into his seat.

“goshiki is the social media manager for imla and satori is... satori,” big boss continued, not a hint of emotion on his face. the rest of the table perked up at his comment but atsumu was the only one who apparently had the balls to say anything.

“so yer the one who wrote that shitty among us tweet?” goshiki flushed horribly and sunk further into his plush leather chair, his body language showing he must’ve already gotten an earful about it. “thought it was a good idea,” he muttered while averting his eyes, completely ignoring satori’s cackle from across the wood.

ushijima put up a (massive???) hand to calm the both of them and it instantly worked. satori quieted down though he never lost the mirth in his expression and goshiki straightened up, a new wave of determination crossing his features.

you sat up as well, feeling the shift of energy in the room but you were startled to realize the boss had decided to focus his energy on you, his deep baritone voice calling your full name. “i am extremely sorry. we have failed you as a management team and as men. i have failed you.”

he sounded remarkably remorseful, his brown irises conveying heavy emotion and guilt. you had no idea what to say but he wasn’t done.

“although i do not have full control of the decisions that have been made here, i should have fought harder for what i believed was right and for that, i will forever be sorry.” you shifted uncomfortably under his weighty gaze, not that he noticed because his attention was swiftly taken by kenma at the opposite end of the room.

“who is in charge then? aren’t you like the ceo or whatever?” he asked. ushijima took a moment before nodding very slowly, his attention clearly on something in his head.

thankfully, satori rapidly took over the thread of conversation before the room could fall in tense silence yet again. “there’s a board of old, stuffy guys who basically kicked miracle boy wakatoshi to the curb and make all their decisions without him.”

...miracle boy? what did he have to do to earn that kind of nickname? you shook your head and tuned back in, just as the ceo spoke up once again.

“because i have not succeeded in doing my job properly, i have something to give to you,” ushijima deadpanned, sliding a thick envelope towards you. you carefully grabbed it and opened it up to reveal a thick, thick, wad of cash.

a gasp caught in your throat, words not coming to you as you thumbed through the money. there had to be at least $60k in there, your eyes filling with tears while you took in his generosity. “thank you,” you whispered, not trusting your voice to speak any louder.

wakatoshi nodded at you before addressing the rest of the table about something but you weren’t even listening.

you were so overwhelmed. for the longest time, you’d hated whoever management was for ignoring your pleas for help and trying to placate you with nice dresses and fancy dinners so meeting ushijima was quite the welcomed surprise.

despite everything that occurred, you could tell he felt horrible for letting things slide even though it was technically out of his hands and you couldn’t even articulate how much that meant to you.

the fact that he had gone out of his way to pay you extra, assumingly without the permission of the board, was heartwarming, confusing, shocking, and staggering all at once.

i mean, you could probably describe the past few months as exactly that. so much had happened, so much had changed, and while you could do without some of the life adjustments (the nightmares, spare trauma, and fear of public bathrooms to start), you felt blessed with new friends and the experiences that helped shape you to the person you were now.

the boys didn’t hate you anymore (well, not all of them at least and none were actively antagonizing you), you were seeing dr yamada again, you were getting to move in with your two best friends, you were just given enough money to expand your channel drastically, and you were finally feeling good. better than good.

meiko was behind you and though you missed the person she once was, you were so glad she was out of your life in a way where she couldn’t harm you or the boys any longer.

a grin spread across your face, your cheeks nearly burning from the intensity of it. things were definitely looking up.

a soft call of your name jolted you from your thoughts, your eyes landing on all the boys already standing as they got ready to leave the room. you could sense their worry and you shot them a genuine, reassuring smile before standing yourself.

you waved goodbye to the three men at the table, thanking ushijima profusely for his kindness but he shook you off, insisting that he had just been doing what he should’ve done a long time ago.

what a nice guy.

as you followed the boys out of the building, you took a moment to observe them together with fondness written all over your expression. they were laughing and joking around, the happiest and most carefree you had ever seen any of them. bokuto was begging yachi to get them ice cream, the rest of them piling on until she gave in with a playful roll of her eyes, giggling at the cheer that went up from the group.

atsumu seemed to notice you lagging behind, falling back to join you. “ya okay angel?” he asked, eyes focused on your feet as he slowed down to match your pace.

you didn’t answer for a while, instead focusing on the sun warming your cheeks, the cool breeze messing up your hair, and the sounds of pure joy swirling above you.

“i’m absolutely perfect.” you replied and you actually meant it. “race you to the van?” you sent him an impish grin before taking off, his yells of indignation making you laugh freely as the rest of the boys joined in, right on your heels.

this is it, you thought. no matter what, i’ll have this moment and i’ll be okay.

you’d been through hell and back and you’d survived. you’d been cursed at, choked out, hospitalized, and been beaten at mario kart more times than you could count and you had still made it through. you were resilient and strong and you’d never given up, despite how badly you’d wanted to, multiple times over.

things weren’t perfect, they rarely are, but you knew that if you could make it through all that, you could get through practically anything, especially with the boys by your side.

yeah. i’ll be just fine.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

bonus!!

“told you it sounded stupid as hell.”

“gah, stop talking about it!!”

“you sounded sooooo old ‘shiki, what are you, 92?”

“AAAAAAAAAA!!!”

“satori...”

“what’s up miracle boy?”

“...what is ‘sus’?”

℗ poker face

i’ll be just fine

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an - AND THATS A WRAP FOLKS 🥳 wowowow did the ending give me trouble but that’s ok SISJSK the endings will be coming shortly but they might not be daily just cs they may take more time, who knows lmfao i’ll let y’all know :3 AAAA ANYWAYS ILY I HOPE U GUYS LIKED KITH KITH don’t forget to feed me <3

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[angelplummie]

RIGHT.

LEV X READER

cw:heavy angst, insecurity, unrequited love, depression behaviours (??), swearing

a/n:me ignoring my requests to do a vent fic 😃😃😃 sorry bout that guys LMAO i will get to it i swear.

You stare blankly at your phone screen. On it a text from Lev that reads:

Y/N ISHSJSJSSJHS I ASKED HER OUT SHE SAID YES WERE ACTUALLY DATING

It was like a stone was dropped in your stomach. You feel like your going to throw up, or scream, or die. You just can’t deal with this. Your knees hit the ground and you curl over them, wrapping your arms around your stomach as you convulse in sobs, jerking every now and then. You rock back and forth, crying and crying and crying.

He doesn’t like you. You knew it all along, but now it’s true. It isn’t an insecurity, it’s fact. Why would he anyway? You sob harder.

Another text.

y/n???

You draw in a shaky breath and reach for your phone. You can barely see the screen through your tears, puffy eyes and pounding headache. What do you say? Something generic will do.

OMG DUDE IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU OML

Yeah, that will do. At least you have time to think about how you would act around him. At least you won’t have to hear about another girl for a bit.

I’m such a fucking idiot

You mutter it over and over again through grizzling sobs.

I’m so fucking stupid.

What did you think would happen? Why did you hold on? What gave you even the slightest bit of hope? Head pressed against the carpet, you close your eyes. You love Lev, you truly love him. But no matter what you do, he sees you as a friend. A close one, maybe, but a friend none the less.

How could you bear this? The churning in your stomach is excruciating, you can hardly breathe, you can’t move, you’re exhausted. You just want to pass out, be unconscious for some few precious hours before realising once again that he will never be yours.

What’s wrong with you? Why couldn’t he like you? An additional familiar kind of misery settles in.

Right, it’s because you’re fucking horrible looking.

You laugh, entirely devoid of humour. There’s no point moving anymore, no point trying. You’ll still be alone and disgusting no matter what you do. It wouldn’t matter if you stayed in your room. He won’t even notice or even care, he has a girlfriend now.

Shit. He has a girlfriend.

Now they’ll probably go on dates together, probably places you went with him that will seem more exciting when he’s with her. They’ll probably parade around school holding hand, maybe a chaste kiss here and there, you know how nervous Lev can get. All those warm, lanky armed hugs you get will be given to her, but this time she’ll actually feel love in them, maybe even desperation to never let go. Then she’ll probably get to know them team, and fill the place you held in their hearts. Which is a shame, because you really do love the Nekoma volleyball team.

Whatever. You’ll just really do it. You won’t leave your room. School is for losers. Work is for losers. Friends are for losers. You settle in your little patch of carpet where you’ve decided to stay until you keel over.

At least until your phone pings again, and again, and then once more. You groan in frustration and use all your remaining energy to throw your phone across the room, only falling back into your sobs after.

Eventually, your sobs die out to occasional whimpers, and numbness consumes you as you fade away into sleep.

[spotsupstuff]

Hey, I was just wondering, could you tell us more about your Yin's flood au? I instantly fell in love with it!

yin's flood... i haven't heard that name in ages.... well, if you wanna kno smth specifically, feel free to send another question!

in an another post i had planned out but i never got around to do i was gon introduce the Yin's flood's Six Ear, who, in this version, i've had planned to be as different from the fruit twins version as i dared to in Yin's flood, i wanted to go n try out the theory of "Six Ear used to be a student of Sun Wukong, just like Qi Xiaotian is". I'm still kind of deciding if he used to be human originally, or if he was always a monkey monster (lowkey leaning to the first version just cuz it's different). His og name was meant to be Li Gen (meaning plum root), but it might change cuz i later found out a yaksha general who was killed by Nezha had the exact same name

He seeked training from the monkey king mostly out of selfish reasons, his goal was to one day become stronger than SWK. SWK saw thru it basically right away, but accepted him just to amuse himself (maybe). Flash forward multiple years of relationship building to when The Flood happens n the two have their giant fight at the shores of mountain huaguo, with SWK struggling to fight the now six eared macaque (grew to care for him like for a son) while also spendin his energy on saving mount. huaguo from The Flood (that came in as a tsunami) ofc, SWK ended up victorious. as punishment for Six Ear for turning against him- at such horrid time, no less- he cursed him into becoming a deep sea siren. The curse can be broken only if he swims above the water surface during a full moon, but since Six Ear is now bound to be a deep sea creature, a singular trip upwards at a wrong time would end with him dead because of the drastic pressure difference Naturally, the "s1e9" ends up with Qi Xiaotian helping Six Ear escape his curse

here's some old sketches I have of him:

he generally sticks to the frilled shark version cuz -kicks the vampire squid version- i couldn't get this thing to look satisfactory enough

Mountain Huaguo is, just like in the canon cartoon, protected by the Flaming Mountains-

-except SWK made them grow during his fight against Six Ear/during The Flood. The heat of them vaporates away the ocean water, creating something aking to a crater where mount. Huaguo lies, hidden in the mist (pretty similarly to HTTYD 3, when i think bout it but with less waterfalls). As a baby, Qi Xiaotian managed to get into the inner mount. Huaguo waters thru underwater tunnels in the foundations of the Flaming mountains There he "terrorized" the monkeys by being a not-monkey and very curious bout what the yes-monkeys were doing on the shores, until SWK was called to deal with the "dangeer". He ended up basically adopting Xiaotian in a matter of a week or so Xiaotian's red bandanna is actually a gift from SWK in this au. Xiaotian kinda forgets about ever actually meetin SWK cuz baby memory sucks n once SWK helped him get back into the actual ocean, he didn't know how to come back cuz, once again, baby navigation has failed him

Tang shifu is this fucking thing (Mantis Shrimp):

because it looks like a flashy stuck up nerd who's boutta cry at any given moment but packs a surprisingly strong punch

Chef Zhu is either a Goliath Grouper or a pufferfuck cuz i have a surprising amount of pufferfish memes n am known as the pufferfuck meme dispenser in my older friend groups

Sha Dali stays the same n Long Xiaojiao is either a sea horse or straight up just some kinda human n dragon hybrid

Wan Qian Cheng is flooded pretty hardcore (with only the upper parts of skyscrapes sticking out n the homes built on top of the mountains- only yaoguai live there instead of humans) so the main place of shenanigangs is usually the city of the Eastern Dragon King which was built larger than what is seen in the canon cartoon to accomodate basically all humans (everyone was turned into a mermaid/siren as a way of preservation. one day they are supposed to come back on the surface but the restoration of the earth is going pretty slowly)

The main antag is Wuzhiqi instead of WBS, since Wuzhiqi is also known as "the great water ape sage". She caused The Flood and SWK is training Xiaotian after he gets Jingu Bang to one day try n trap her again. No clue what i wanna do with either Six Ear or WBS yet in the grander scheme of things cuz Wuzhiqi wouldn't care to enslave Six as her "champion" or whatever n WBS is prolly aggressively twirling her thumbs in her now claustrophobia-indicing Submerged grave

N yaaas, Xiaotian gets legs on account of being trained by SWK n Red Son, while generally stickin in normal bipedal mode, can magic himself a tail (prolly a mako shark.....) so he can cause Issues to team QXT. BDK, PIF, Jin & Yin, spider gang n others i may be forgettin rn r still normal. The encounter with spider queen happens because of scavenging thru Wan Qian Cheng (as do most of location locked plot points)

oh yea also Jin n Yin wear this shit while underwater:

important information here

[ontheticktick]

@oozeyboozey

Every cell in his body, LITERALLY every cell, felt like it had been SET ON FUCKING F I R E.

If he didn't feel so outright DELUSIONAL by that point, Wade probably would have been WRITHING. Somewhere in his addled mind, he could tell that they had attempted to give him some sort of medication for the pain, but it had surpassed the agony altogether and had simply offered him a HEAD-HIGH. Between that and the definite FEVER that he had started running, all he could register was that he was being lightly SHAKEN and implored to NOT GO ANYWHERE. His eyelids felt hot, like opening his eyes again might leave actual burns, but HE KNEW THAT VOICE. He LOVED that voice. And he knew deep in his heart that he wanted to do ANYTHING that voice said.

So, he pushed beyond the discomfort that it cause him and managed to force his eyes open, as to get a better look at the presence that had been beckoning him. OOOOH. Yeah, he knew who that was, of course he did, that was his WIFE.

His brows furrowed slightly as he looked to Anya and continued to work at preventing another bout of unconsciousness. Wade could comprehend that his body FELT LIKE SHIT, and that Anya looked VERY WORRIED...but didn't quite have the capacity to draw the connection between those two facts just yet.

"Hey...'s fine," he tried to assure her, though his voice sounded weak, while also trying to remember what had been happening before he passed out.

Mostly he just wanted her to FEEL BETTER. In his mind's eye, there were flashes of things that he had watched Anya fret about in the past. Things were just still a little...FOGGY, at best. He once more forced his eyelids open somewhat, eyeing Anya's hand before smiling at them and reaching out with A GOOD PORTION of his entire strength, DETERMINED to hold their hand. Once he reached it, a tired smile tugged at his lips and he seemed a little PROUD of himself.

Then...he was feeling NAUSEATED.

"Oh...fuck..." managed to choke out before using the rest of his energy and strength and turning COMPLETELY AWAY from Anya. Once they were no longer in the SPLASH ZONE, as it were, Wade's stomach contents made a comeback tour on the floor of the quinjet. The sweating he was experiencing was getting worse. Still, he wiped his mouth off with the back of his arm and caught his breath.

There was something SOBERING about how much he had just regurgitated. Perhaps it was the meds leaving his bloodstream, or interacting poorly with him...or maybe he knew deep down what all of these sensations meant, and his mind didn't want to accept it.

IT'S CANCER, YOU DUMB FUCK. IT'S CANCER, YOU DUMB FUCK.

The voices that occupied within his head agreeing WASN'T something that he enjoyed, decidedly. Fear crept in on him and he tried to not yet face Anya completely as his throat felt tight, and it stung.

"I'm okay..." he spoke with a labored breath. "'m fine, everything's...everything's fine, Mamma, promise..."

Thankfully, it wasn't going to be long before they were going to land, and Bucky would be assisting in getting Wade to their home's infirmary while Jamie set up the equipment that he'd need to do the tests required.

as  much  as  she  didn't  like  letting  wade  have  all  the  fun , she  kept  her  distance  this  time.  letting  wade  handle  this.  it  wasn't  like  she  couldn't  hear  just  fine  what  was  being  said , and  instead  just  looked  at  her  wist  impatiently  as  though  she  were  looking  at  a  watch  on  her  wrist.  there  was  a  watch  feature  there , essentially  a  tiny  computer  on  her  wrist.

eat  your  heart  out  fallout.  my  brother  made  me  somethin  more  sleek!

at  this  point , while  she  let  the  boys  finish  their  little  game , she  had  been  thinking  about  food.  more  specifically  the  dinner  that  their  familly  had  all  planned  when  they  got  home.  being  able  to  kick  back  for  a  week  or  two  with  wade  before  another  job  rolled  in  for  them.  their  job  wasn't  the  type  they  talked  about  at  PTA  meetings  or  anything.  but  even  anya  couldn't  give  up  the  perk  of  being  able  to  just  take  a  whole  month  off  of  after  a  job  if  she  wanted  to  spend  with  her  family.

when  wade  was  finally  finished  with  his  fun , and  turned  around  to  face  her , at  first  everything  seemed  fine.  almost.  once  he  started  speaking , and  then  breathing  heavily , like  he  couldn't  seem  to  catch  a  breath , her  brows  pinched  together  in  worry  for  him. this  wasn't  wade's  normal  comedy , and  she  was  only  made  certain  something  had  one  horribly  wrong.

"  wade?  "    she  asked  cautious.  stepping  forward  with  her  hands  ready  for  anything  really.  she  was  confused , but  that  confusion  was  only  being  shown  as  fear  for  what  that  dart  could  have  done  to  him.  even  though  as  of  a  decade  ago ... wade  couldn't  die.    "  wade  it's  november , what's  goin  on?  "

she  took  a  few  more  steps , hoping  she  could  close  the  gap  between  them  before  his  body  gave  out.  she  knew  the  signs  of  someone  about  to  slip  out  of  conciousness , and  wade  was  seconds  away  from  going  down.  too  bad  her  timing  was  just  slightly  off , and  she  hadn't  gotten  to  him  until  his  body  had  already  hit  the  concrete  roof  of  the  building. 

"  shit  shit  shit!  "    she  panicked  as  she  checked  for  his  vitals.  they  were  there.  but  weak.  her  finger  went  to  her  ear  piece  immediately , tapping  into  the  comms  her  dad  and  brother  were  waiting  for  them  on.    "  jamie!  dad!  i  need  air  lift  out  of  here.  wade's ... wade's  down!  "    she  didn't  know  how , but  all  she  could  think  about  was  when  she  woke  up  the  morning  he  left ... and  he  was  gone.  this  couldn't  be  happening.  not  again.

situating  her  arms  under  his  form , she  hoisted  him  up  and  over  her  shoulders  before  staring  for  where  the  quinjet  would  be  able  to  get.  trying  to  make  room  for  when  jamie  and  her  dad  got  there.    "  don't  you  fucking  do  this  to  me  now  you  prick!  "    her  tone  was  angry.  but  she  needed  that  anger  in  order  to  get  her  husband  to  safety , which  luckily  came  in  record  time.  jamie  and  bucky  helped  load  wade  up  into  the  jet , along  with  their  new  hostage  once  they  had  him  secured , and  no  trackers  left  on  him.  normally  she  liked  flying  home  after  a  mission.  finding  being  in  the  cockpit  a  nice  time  to  calm  down  from  the  rush.  this  time  however ... she  wasn't  leaving  where  wade  was.

sitting  right  next  to  him , she  couldn't  help  but  catch  the  small  sound  of  his  voice  when  he  woke  up  for  a  moment.  his  mask  had  been  in  her   hads.  she'd  torn  it  off  of  him  when  she  got  him  to  a  safe  spot  on  the  roof.  whatever  had  happened  to  wade , had  somehow  reversed  the  effect  to  his  physical  appearance.  her  eyes  had  been  staring  at  that  mask.  that  face  of  his  had  become  something  of  a  shield  for  her.  a  way  to  cure  the  scars  that  mephisto  had  left  her.  it  was  only  when  she  was  sitting  there  while  he  slept  that  she  had  realized  how  much  she  had  come  to  rely  on  how  he  mad  her  feel  loved  to  defeat  the  power  mephisto  had.  and  she  wasn't  sure  how  she  thought  about  it.

she  snapped  her  attention  to  wade  when  she  heard  him  speak.  shaking  her  head  and  repositioning  herself  to  jostle  him  back  awake.  or  at  least  try  to.    "  hey.  hey  baby  don't  go  anywhere  okay?  "    anya  was  never  one  for  begging.  but  this  was  one  of  those  times.  her  voice  breaking  at  the  tail  end  of  the  desparate  plea.    "  just  ... please  stay  awake  for  me  okay?  "    repositioned , and  looking  at  him.  it  was  like  looking  at  another  person.  she  knew  him  before  he  ended  up  the  way  he  was.  it  never  mattered  to  her.  but  the  person  wade  was  when  he  looked  like  this  felt  so  far  in  the  past ... it  may  as  well  have  been  another  person. 

[uvobreakmylegs]

Floor 200

I’m still working on part two of vampire!Hisoka but here’s a different, shorter piece with him

Warnings: threats of noncon, implied death, implications of smut

You yelped a bit as you moved out of the way of the two young boys who burst out from the elevator, barely managing to avoid them plowing you down as they sprinted past you.

The boy wearing green at least had the decency to call back a “sorry!” to you as they ran, and the rather messy-looking man with glasses that followed behind them also offered you a quick apology before going on his way. Just as quickly as those three had come, they were gone, leaving through a side entrance of Heaven's Arena while your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at how sudden and unexpected all of that had been.

The encounter was more confusing than anything. With the amount of dangerous characters that lived in the tower, it certainly wasn't a place for children to be running around like that. Some of the people here really didn't give a shit, and if those two ran into someone who was actually dangerous and bloodthirsty, you feared what the end result of that would be.

The elevator doors sliding shut brought you back to reality, and you pushed your arm against one door to hold it open as you slipped inside, pushing the button for the 200th floor.

Thinking about those boys again brought back memories of your own childhood, of running around and playing with your friends and getting into trouble. You sighed a little bit, thinking of the things you used to do and wondering where all that energy had gone now that you'd grown up.

….. Dear God, had you really gotten to the point in your life where you'd be reminiscing about your childhood and the fact that you'd grown up to be as miserable as everybody else? It wasn't like you were that old.

You didn't want to focus on that slightly depressing thought, so you turned your attention to the bags of groceries you held and the meal you planned to make. Tonight was special. After finishing up a few jobs and going through his Hunter exam, Hisoka was actually back and planned to stick around for a while. So to celebrate both his success and return you were planning on cooking dinner for the two of you. You couldn't help feeling a little bit of excitement at the thought of it. It was such a small thing to eat dinner together, but it had been a while since you had seen him last, and you wanted to make the most of it.

The downside of living on the 200th floor of the arena meant that the elevator rides were terribly long, so you usually let your mind wander as the car made its way up the numerous floors. At least the long ride helped you to calm down from that little bit of shock earlier.

The ding of the elevator and the sound of the doors sliding open alerted you when you reached your destination. You left the elevator car and veered to the right towards the hallway that lead to Hisoka's room.

“Hey you- Oh.”

A voice sounded from behind, and you turned around to see who had spoken, finding three men that you knew better than you wanted to. Though for the life of you, you could never remember their names. You only knew them as the one in the wheelchair, the freaky-looking one missing an arm, and the other freaky-looking one in red. Gido.... That one was named Gido. You were about 90% sure that was correct.

“Can I help you?” you asked them.

They all avoided your gaze.

“We were waiting for someone else,” the one without an arm said, “thought you were these two kids that made it to the floor.”

“Do I look like two kids?”

None of them responded to your question. It was clear that they wanted you to leave, but after the last time you had been confronted in these hallways, they knew better than to even say anything out of line.

Hisoka had been pushing you to move in with him, and while you weren't really sure you wanted to live at the tower full-time, you couldn't deny that the room he had on the 200th floor was nice. A lot nicer than anything you could afford in that city. And since there weren't any rent or utilities that needed to be paid, it would be a good opportunity to save up some cash. So you agreed, much to Hisoka's delight.

The incident occurred when you had been moving in; Hisoka had gone on ahead of you, carrying a few boxes while you were bringing up a few bags full of clothes. On the way to Hisoka's room, those three had stopped you, along with a fourth man, one who was covered in burn scars and missing an eye. It was obvious you weren't a nen user, so they'd demanded to know what you were doing up there.

“My boyfriend lives here; I'm moving in with him,” you told them.

“Boyfriend, huh?” the one with the scars asked, “what, you cozied up to one of the fighters here so you could live in luxury without working for it?”

“I don't have to explain myself to you,” you answered.

“No, but you'll do it anyway.”

“Fuck off.”

At that he grabbed you by the throat and slammed you into the wall, the other three laughing behind him as he held you in place.

“It just isn't good for the arena's image if any random slut off the street can be living up on this level alongside the quality fighters,” he said, “so beat it, you stupid bitch. You don't belong here.”

“And a bunch of losers who barely survived their initiations do?”

Your words seemed to hit a nerve for all four of them, and the air around you grew deadly as the grip on your throat became that much tighter. But as he did so, the one with the scars smirked as a thought came to his mind.

“I've got an idea,” he said, “why doesn't your boyfriend make a wager with me? If he fights me and wins, you can stay. But if I win, my buddies and I get to have you for the night, and then you get the fuck outta here.”

“You want to fuck me? I thought I was a slut,” you spat, “is this about humiliating me or are you four just that desperate because no one is stupid enough to willingly get in bed with you?”

He reached with his other hand to grab your jaw and force your mouth closed. Egging him on really was so stupid, but the familiar figure you had noticed from the corner of your eye made you feel a bit more bold.

“You've got a mouth on you. But I've got a few ideas on how to shut you up and put that little smartass mouth to better use.”

The other three had grown quiet, but the one holding you didn't notice.

“So how 'bout it? Will you ask your boyfriend about that wager, or should I?”

It was hard to speak with how he was holding you, but you responded as you pointed to your right.

“I think.... He already heard.”

The scarred man's eyes followed where you were pointing, and when he saw Hisoka standing within earshot, you swore that man's soul just about left his body.

The other three had already noticed him, and were actively trying to distance themselves from their fourth.

Hisoka was smiling, but the second the man laid eyes on him bloodlust he had been holding back oozed from him, filling up the hallway and consuming all four.

The man who had been on your case backed away from you, holding up his hands in surrender.

“I-I-I d-didn't know,” he sputtered.

Hisoka didn't answer at first. He casually walked up to you two and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him. With how Hisoka's nails dug into your hip, you could tell that Hisoka was well and truly pissed off. The man had stayed where he was, the murderous aura keeping him in place.

Hisoka looked to him.

“I accept your wager.”

The fight between them was one of the most gruesome things you had ever witnessed, and it went down as one of the bloodiest matches in the tower's history. The remaining trio didn't go anywhere near Hisoka after that, and they did everything they could to avoid you as well.

Whatever they were waiting for must have been important to them, seeing as they weren't turning around and leaving at the sight of you. They had mentioned kids, and you wondered if they were referring to the two boys who had come from the elevator.

But ultimately, it wasn't any of your business, and you motioned to the hallway you had been headed for as you asked “do you need me for something? I've got stuff I need to do.”

They shook their heads, their eyes still averted, and you continued on your way. The petty side of you wanted to throw back a quip of some kind, but you decided against it. They already didn't like you; there was no point in making things worse and have them resent you further.

Though it was probably hard for them to start shit when they remembered the way their old buddy was cut to pieces.

When you entered that hallway, to your surprise, you found Hisoka sitting on the floor at the other end. His eyes widened and he grinned when he saw you, flicking the card he was holding and throwing it into the wall. Reaching the end of the hallway, you found several playing cards that had been sliced into the wall at various angles. What the hell was he doing?

“.... What'd the wall do to you?” you finally asked.

Hisoka paused, a new card he was about to throw still between his fingers as he looked over to you.

“After we've been apart for so long, that's the first thing you say to me?” he responded, his eyebrow raised. Though he still had that teasing grin.

“You're making a nuisance of yourself,” you answered, “who exactly is going to clean this up once you're done here?”

“Who knows. It's not my problem.”

“I used to work in jobs like these, Hisoka. Trust me, cleaning up something like this won’t be fun.”

“The people who will clean this up aren't you, so I don't care,” he responded.

You sighed. You wouldn't be getting anywhere with this argument; better to just let it go.

“Is there a reason you're sitting on the floor out here?” you tried instead.

“I'm waiting for someone.”

“Hm. I'm guessing it's not me.”

“Afraid not.”

“Who then?”

“Two promising little fighters who've caught my eye,” Hisoka mused, “but they aren't quite ready to be up on this level just yet. And unless they can get past me, they won't be advancing any further.”

“So this is some kind of initiation thing?” you asked.

“In a way.”

“And how long is this going to take?”

“They need to be back before midnight, so possibly until then.”

Your eyes narrowed at that bit of information.

“Oh? Is something wrong?” Hisoka asked, tilting his head as he looked at you.

“Haven't you forgotten something, Hisoka?”

Seconds passed by as he looked up at you, and you couldn't tell if he was just bullshitting you or if he had genuinely forgotten your plans for the evening.

“Oh!” he exclaimed after a moment, “we were planning on dinner, weren't we?”

“It seriously took you that long to remember?” you asked dryly.

“You'll have to forgive me, pet. I simply got caught up in the moment. You know how I get sometimes.”

“Unfortunately, yeah, I do,” you sighed, “so you're just going to blow me off tonight?”

“It isn't anything personal. This is just something I need to see through,” he explained.

“Oh, of course. At least I know how high I am on your list of priorities,” you responded sarcastically.

Hisoka frowned at that, and as he threw the card he had been holding into the wall, he said “you know I don't like it when you say things like that, even as a joke.”

'Just like you know I don't like it when you cancel last-minute,' was what you wanted to say to him. But as disappointed as you were, you didn't want to get into an argument immediately after seeing him again. And it was easy enough to reschedule a dinner.

“Whatever. We can move dinner to tomorrow,” you shrugging as you conceded.

“I appreciate it,” he said, smiling.

“I guess if I'm not awake by the time you get back, I'll see you in the morning.”

Hisoka nodded, and you began to walk forward, passing him and heading to your room.

A thought occurred to you then, and you turned back.

“When was the last time you ate, Hisoka?”

He seemed caught slightly off-guard by the question, and he looked to the side as his brain tried to recall the last time he had done something as basic as making sure he ate.

“You can't even remember, can you?” you asked him.

“I'll have something when I get back,” he said, shrugging.

You sighed again. Adjusting the bags so you held both on one arm, you rummaged through as you walked back to him. Hisoka looked at you curiously as you held out an apple for him.

“Eat something, idiot.”

Hisoka chuckled.

“If you insist,” he replied, taking the apple.

“I always appreciate the way you take care of me, pet.”

“Yeah, but maybe one of these days you could start to take care of yourself. Kinda sad you need me to remind you to eat, of all things.”

“I can't help it. I like it when you dote on me.”

“Idiot.”

A slight blur of movement from the end of the hallway caught your attention. Someone was listening in, it seemed. Based off the slight bit of red you had seen, it was safe to assume it was Gido. Why he was listening to you and Hisoka you weren't sure. And it didn't seem that Hisoka had seemed to care; if you had noticed him, than Hisoka definitely knew he was there.

“Something wrong? I wouldn't want to keep you out here as well,” Hisoka said.

“... No, everything's fine. I just need to do one last thing.”

“Oh?”

“Since you're blowing me off for dinner, I want something from you.”

You knelt down on your knees and set the bags to the side before you moved in to place a kiss on Hisoka's lips, resting your hands on his chest. He had seemed rather surprised at first and didn't move. But when you began to pull away he reacted, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and pressing you harder against his lips. When you felt his tongue trying to force its way in you relented, opening your mouth and allowing him access. You weren't able to stop the groan that came out of you at the sensation of his tongue moving against your own, and to you it sounded like the noise echoed slightly in the empty hallway. Hisoka always made his kisses intense, and you were always left with flushed cheeks by the end of it.

When you pulled away again, he allowed it. His finger twirled a strand of your hair as he breathed “if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were using me to keep certain pests off your back.”

“Well, you have to be good for something, right?”

“Cheeky thing.”

You hummed as you stood back up, Hisoka trailing his hand down your arm as you did so, the sensation of his nails running along your skin giving you goosebumps. One glance back down that hallway and you could sense that there wasn't anyone there. Probably too awkward for even Gido to keep watching you two. Hisoka had already pulled out another playing card as you picked up the rest of the groceries.

“See you later, Hisoka.”

You began to walk away again, but when Hisoka called out your name, you paused and turned your head. There was a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Don't think you can rile me up and then get away with no consequences,” he told you.

“I don't know what you mean,” you said, feigning ignorance.

“Then I'll have to show you what I mean when I come back tonight.”

“It might have to wait until tomorrow; if you're coming back after midnight I'm going to be asleep. I'm not waiting up for you.”

“Trust me, pet,” he purred as he flung another card at the wall, “you won't be getting much sleep tonight.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the way he said it. It was hardly even that dirty, and he had certainly said much dirtier things to you before. But in a way that only he was able, Hisoka managed to leave you flustered and incapable of keeping eye contact with him. Turning your head away from him just made it worse, as he chuckled at your embarrassment.

“We'll see,” was all you could say.

It was a pretty weak response, and you were quick to head back to the room, trying not to walk away too quickly and show him how much of a hurry you were in to get out of that situation.

Despite all that, you couldn't help the slight feeling of anticipation from what he promised.

You'd probably end up waiting up for him after all.

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

hello I am back with a request if that’s ok with you q w q ) for la squadra with scenario-hc’s with their s/o taking care of them ( can go nsfw if you’d like but for now sfw thoughts ) as much as I love them taking care of their s/o I love when the roles are switched. Can be injured or other— but the goal is to make them feel safe and loved for as much as possible, like my other ask tender emotional moments are my jam. If find the muse for it 💖 if not that’s completely ok too. Pls & thnk u 🥰

ALWAYS OKAY W/ ME I LOVE SEEING U IN MY ASKBOX!!!! it's tendie hours 😍

taking care of la squadra 😌

risotto ✂️

it isn't easy to get risotto to relax, he's a workaholic. sit on him and give him a Look that you're not moving and neither is he, and he'll be so charmed that he'll relent.

he's also more used to taking care of people than being taken care of, so it's a bit of an adjustment to sit on his ass for a few days until he's recovered from the worst of whatever injury/illness he's got, but he finds himself getting like, quietly kind of emotional about it. he hasn't allowed himself to be cared for in a long time and he expresses that to you, and how much he appreciates and loves you.

he finds he really enjoys the opportunity to relax, cause yeah he's under the weather but at least he can chill for a bit. and he'd very much love to chill with you if you have the time. quiet cuddles or existing comfortably in the same space will have him feeling very cozy, loved, and rested. kiss him on the forehead to remind him that he is soft and precious and he'll want to snuggle you all day with a little smile on his face.

prosciutto 🚬

also not used to being taken care of. he'll be grumpy and try to micromanage the house from his bed at first (and you probably banished him to bed because he wasn't getting any rest on the couch). he relaxes when he wants to!!!! remind him that he needs time to recover and he's only human, and you promise the house won't fall apart without him. not only is he soft for you but he trusts you completely, so he relaxes.

he might be a bit restless, but set him up with a book and he'll be good. you may even take on prosciutto-like mannerisms in his place, like shushing the others if they're being too noisy. if he overhears you insisting on peace and quiet so he can rest, he'll smile to himself.

what really gets him and lets him know he's loved is taking over what he usually does while he rests, like folding his laundry and putting it away in the order he likes. and if you initiate the classic forehead touch with a smile and tell him to chill so he can get better, he'll gladly lay around all day thinking of you.

pesci 🎣

he tries to power through it but no honey you need to rest. give him puppy eyes and say you really want him to relax and get better, and he'll do it for you. he will get SO better for his babe just u see!!!!

he's also kind of glad for the chance to have downtime tho, even tho he's typically eager to help and stuff. he just wishes he didn't feel like ass. cheer him up with lots of cuddles and quiet relaxing things u can do together and he'll feel loads better!!!

he may feel kind of bad at first like oh no he doesn't want to bother u. but reassure him that he is never a bother, u love him and love being with him and that doesn't change when he's under the weather. he will accept that and thank u wholeheartedly for taking care of him

formaggio 🧀

milks it for all its worth. OOOH BABE IM IN SO MUCH PAAAIN PLEASE HOLD MEEE 😩 if he's feeling like shit at least he's gonna get cuddles out of it

would love nothing more than to snuggle up and watch stupid movies with you all day. he may just cling to you if you try to get up and insists that someone else can fetch you both dinner/blankets/etc instead. you're his best medicine!!! his comfort!!!! do not seperate!!!!!

but he is a sucker for a home cooked meal. even if you go for a bit, if you come back with something u made urself, even if it's not the most amazing display of chef skills, he'll be falling all over himself with how much he loves you because you put love and effort into something to make him feel better

illuso ✨

one of the WORST when he gets sick or injured because he just complains and lays on the pity party even more than formaggio. everything sucks!!! woe is illuso!!!! he needs ur healing kisses!!!!!

he definitely goes into the mirror world to rest b/c he needs peace and quiet or he'll get cranky. but he will bring u ofc. not just to be pampered either he's just cozy and happy in ur company

lavishing him in attention aside, what will REALLY tug on his heart is taking initiative to take care of him, like asking first how he's feeling, bringing an extra blanket cause you know he likes to have a pile of them, offering to very gently brush his hair. just like, little genuine attentive things. it may get him blushing

melone 🍈

very practical about it, there's that whole thing of 'people with medical backgrounds are the worst patients for one reason or another' but he doesn't try to take shortcuts with the rest he knows he needs and he's very polite and patient with asking for/instructing on what he needs

he's great at finding ways to entertain himself so no worries in that regard. if he's worried about getting you sick he may actually discourage cuddles for once in his life but otherwise he'd love to snuggle up to his babe all day

he'd honestly just feel really comforted if you told him all about your day and shared cool things with him or the classic 'i saw this and thought of you' he'll be 😍

ghiaccio ❄️

EXTRA grumpy when he's uncomfortable or in pain and unable to work his energy out. he's very active, so his body (or you) making him sit on his ass when he doesn't want to will leave him very prickly even though logically he knows it's for the best.

he'll generally want his space but then have bouts of feeling very cuddly. picture him cocooned in blankets with only the top half of his face visible and his general grumpy glower relaxes as u massage his scalp like calming an angry cat.

he'll be very thankful for everything you do, including kissing his cheeks or leaving him to chill with some water and a book or shushing the others if they're being too rowdy. but he'll be extra super thankful and soft if you bundle him up and go for a walk with him around the block just to stretch his legs and get some fresh air cause you know how much he hates sitting around.

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

if one of them is under the weather, the house gets a brief respite from their antics cause you and the other one are there to entertain them and curb their restlessness. if they're both sick/injured, good fucking luck because their boredom will feed off each other and it will be a nightmare.

sorbet likes to chill but he always needs new surroundings. he'll want to stay on the couch to at least observe the house's regular chaos but if you (and maybe gelato) see that he's not getting enough rest you will have to literally drag him into your bedroom because 1) he's not letting go of his entertainment that easily 2) it's fun to watch you struggle. he is devising every way to cause problems on purpose without moving around too much

gelato HATES sitting still so he is slowly going insane and he will let you know it. get him a big stack of movies, let him have free reign of the tv, play cards with him etc if you know what's good for the whole house because otherwise he won't stay in bed or he'll do shit like scream for help just to see you rush in and then grin and be like oh nvm babe im fine :)

you thought they were a handful together regularly? HAH. when they're sick or injured together they enable each other even more than usual. you are the only one capable of placating them, enjoy being squished between your two extremely cuddly boyfriends.

cuddles and kisses and loving attention always make them feel better, a surefire way to get them to actually rest is by snuggling them. but even if you do go for a bit, what brightens them up is hearing about all the new happenings on base or this cute dog you saw or if you bring them new snacks every day or try making something different for dinner. like, not just to placate them, but cause you know they're bored and uncomfortable and you want to cheer them up, that's what gets them. and then they'll pull you down and hold you for the rest of the night.

[crimefightingspiderguy]

My final thoughts on WandaVision (so it goes without saying if you haven’t finished it, don’t look past Vision)

What I liked:

• I loved the sitcom concept, super cool. And finding out why she hung onto sitcoms for comfort was just *chefs kiss* pay off wise.

• I loved how it started out as a slow build up (but I do think it would’ve worked better to have longer episodes to make things fit better and not feel as rushed towards the end)

• I loved Darcy, Monica and Jimmy’s trio. They were so fantastic together and the actors all did great.

• On the note of Monica, IM SO EXCITED TO HAVE A WOMAN OF COLOR SUPERHERO (especially since she’ll eventually be a main character not just a “sidekick”) 🥳

• I LOVED Pietro/Fietro/Ralph/Uncle P (whoever the hell he actually was). I obviously have some dislikes about the last episode, but we’ll get to that later. I loved how fun Evan Peters was. He really did a fantastic job even though no one knew what was going on with his character, he ate that shit up and left no crumbs.

• Wanda and Visions love story is so much better now that we got to build up to it rather than us just jumping into it (how I felt in Infinity War)

• SCARLET WITCH BOUT TO MAKE ME ACT UP. HOLY JIMMINE CRICKETS WAS SHE LOOKING GORGEOUS AND POWERFUL IN THAT LAST EPISODE

• Billy and Tommy are some of the sweetest children I think I’ve ever seen in a movie/show world and I love them with all my heart and soul and I really hope they do return.

• ITS BEEN AGATHA ALL ALONG 💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻

• “what is grief if not love persevering”

• “we’ve said goodbye before so it stands to reason... we’ll say hello again” IM CRYING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.

• Wanda tucked in Billy and Tommy so they’d be asleep before they were sucked away with the hex 😭😭😭

• “thank you for choosing me to be your mom” 😭

• That second end credit scene with Scarlet Witch astral projecting was so trippy (I love it) and the boys calling to her broke my dang heart.

• overall the special effects looked really cool

• omg Elizabeth Olsen breaking her back to create the hex was 10/10 she’s so dedicated to the motions/physical acting of it all. Also all her crying scenes, it all felt very real and it really made me sob whenever she was hurting.

Things I didn’t like:

• Episode length. I understand they wanted it to go with the length of a normal sitcom, but it doesn’t work when you’re flashing back and forth between the sitcom and the real world. The time got messy towards the end and things felt rushed like the Vision vs. White Vision battle was just boring because it had no climatic energy to it.

• Too many loose ends/wasn’t clear enough. By that I mean, who was Jimmy’s missing person that led to him learning about the hex? (I’m hoping it was Evan Peters’ character, but more on that later). What happened to White Vision? Does Wanda have Agatha’s power now or did she just make it so she couldn’t use them?

• Ralph Bohner? Really Disney/Marvel? Really? You’re telling me you got Evan fricking Peters just so you could stunt cast and fuck with the audience and end it with a dick joke? Not cool.

• Why no Darcy in the last episode other than 2 seconds :(

• Hayward... Thats it. I just really hate him.

• some of the script/lines were a little questionable... like idk a lot of Agatha’s lines once she was revealed as the villain just were lack luster after her amazing intro and they were sort of tacky.

• I didn’t like how they hyped up certain things just for them to not really be significant (like Monica saying she knew a space engineer who could get her in and it was all mysterious, then not even ending up needing the truck they built or the character not really having much of a “wow” show up)

• I’m back to the Evan Peters thing. Why would they hype up his character’s mystery identity for him to just be a random dude named Ralph Bohner??? That’s such terrible writing (obviously I’m not an expert writer, but I actually did internship at a magazine where I had to read submitted stories and judge them and see if they were worthy of publication. And my minor in college was writing. So I do know a little about story telling, and something is off about the way they did this.). It’s either the fact that it’s just plain bad writing, or it’s a misdirect. I want to believe that Marvel knows how much people would enjoy EP in this show and would eventually expect more from him in the MCU. Now obviously, this is Wanda’s show and she decides what makes it on and what doesn’t, so maybe Ralph is the missing person Jimmy was looking for, but Wanda doesn’t know that, nor would she want it on her show. Maybe he really is Quicksilver but they put him in the Witness Protection Program when he came over from another universe? Or maybe he really is just a nobody who Agatha lived with because his house was conveniently close to Wanda’s. Or maybe he is someone of significance because who just has a random headshot lying around with their proof of ownership of their house and other paperwork and then laughs at their name Bohner even though if they’d had that name their whole life they’d be sick of the dick jokes?? Maybe they left it vague enough so they could gauge audience reaction to EP, if it was good they could come back to it in a mutants movie/show (or maybe even Doctor Strange 2 or Spider-Man 3) or if it was bad, just leave it at he’s a random person who already lived in Westview. Idk all I know is if they don’t end up bringing him back I’m definitely gonna be significantly less interested in any morphing of the XMen and mutants into the MCU.

Lastly, I just wanna say the actors and actresses all did fantastic (especially Elizabeth Olsen and Paul Bettany). They all play such complex roles this time around and it really showed how passionate they were about this project. I loved them all so much and they truly brought this show to life (yes it has flaws, but it was their first attempt at a MCU timeline show, and the actors did what they could with what they were given so none of my criticism go towards them). I really enjoyed this overall (and I’m genuinely sad to see it ending) and I’m looking forward to seeing Wanda being a bad mamma-jamma in Doctor Strange 2.