#influencer Wanda

[fandomnerd9602]

Livestreamer!Wanda sits with Y/N as they stream to their millions of fans…

Wanda: this decision is not one we take lightly.

Y/N: it’s going to be a huge change in every thing. But Wanda and I came to this point together.

The comments alight: What is going on?! Are they breaking up?! No!! WandaY/N 4Ever!!!

Wanda: which is why we are announcing that Y/N and I are expecting a baby!

Y/N shoots off a blue confetti popper…

Wanda giggles and hugs Y/N tight…

The comments flood in: ohmygosh!!! 🎉 you had us all going!!

[lostreverb]

DAD!RALPH BOHNER HEADCANONS

a/n: if we're gonna call him a dilf might as well write about it! also he gives girl dad vibes so we're going with that! AND SORRY ABOUT THE ANGST I'M LIKE ADDICTED TO WRITING IT

warning: mentions of PTSD, swearing

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• you and your four year old daughter were coincidentally on a trip to visit family when the hex happened, your husband ralph couldn't get out of work but insisted you go without him

• after everything, ralph's mental state was so poor he had to quit his job, so instead of having a nanny, ralph becomes a stay at home dad while you work

• you were reasonably uncertain if ralph was mentally stable enough to take care of a child as well as himself but he insisted he's capable

• loves you and his daughter more than anything in the world

• calls her "bub, hon, sweetpea, babygirl, little gremlin, kiddo"

• is very protective of his family (especially after the hex)

• he buys everyone evil eye necklaces and makes you wear them to keep you safe

• doesn't sleep much anymore unless he's napping with his daughter

• it's quite literally the only time he gets any kind of peaceful sleep

• you had definitely spent an entire year trying to get her sleep on her own but that's out the window now and she'll only sleep in your bed

• on the occasions he does try to get a full night's rest, ralph still gets nightmares. but when he wakes up in a sweat, seeing "his girls" cuddled up with him calms him down, sometimes enough to where he can go back to sleep

• your daughter adores her dad's grown out curls, and often raves about how they look just like hers (compared to the cropped hair he had before) and mindlessly plays with his beard when they're sat on the couch watching TV

• does funny voices when he reads stories to her

• lives for hearing + making her laugh with corny jokes (btw she thinks he's the funniest person in the world)

• practices his one man show for her and the reason you know is because she'll try and recite certain plot points to you as if that's something that happened to her

• ralph forgets to eat but when he does, it's often just whatever your daughter doesn't finish of her food or he raids the fridge at 3 am

• generally his diet consists of celsius and half eaten dino nuggets

• sends her to preschool with totems he makes for show n' tell

• you got a call at work once because she did the black magic warding chants ralph taught her with an animal skull totem and it scared some kids and made them cry

• according to your daughter it was only "like 2 people" who cried and assured you that everything was fine b/c the rest of the class thought she was "the awesomest"

• you have to tell her to stop going around telling people her dad is an expert in "getting rid of witches" b/c they think she means "bitches"

• whenever you come home to seeing your daughter sat in ralph's lap at his computer, he tells you he's just working on his one man show but he's really on reddit and other forums teaching her how to protect herself from witches

• has learned well how to dress his daughter but b/c of his sketchy appearance sometimes ppl think she's been kidnapped, especially if she starts to throw a tantrum in public and you're not around

• cared very much for billy and tommy b/c they reminded him of his daughter

• there's been times where he's particularly struggling with his PTSD and accidentally scares her and it breaks his heart

• despite this, she'll come over and try to cheer him up with one of her stuffed animals and hug him or do one of the chants he taught her because that's what her idea of protection and safety is

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ANGST DRABBLE

ralph sits with his head in his hands, distraught. he had another episode, this time in front of his young daughter. seeing the look of shock and fear on her face broke his heart.

those damn witches had hell to pay for what they've done.

"daddy?" he hears a small voice say. ralph's head shoots up. his daughter, holding her favorite teddy bear (which she renamed "papa bear" after noticing how closely his new look resembles the stuffed animal) walked up to him. her eyes are still a bit glossy, but she's smiling regardless.

"hey hon..." ralph speaks softly, reaching out to stroke her hair. "what have you got there?"

she puts the teddy into his arms, searching his face for a reaction.

"is.. this for me?"

she nods and ralph gasps holding it tight.

"oh wow, thank you babygirl- c'mere-"

he pulls her in for a deep embrace, kissing her head and whispering that he's sorry and that he loves her so much. a tear falls down his cheek as he holds her small body against his, hearing her say "i love you more, daddy!" in that sweet tone of hers.

it takes everything in his power not to completely break down.

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FLUFF DRABBLE

after finishing dinner, you walk up the stairs, hearing the sound of chanting coming from the bedroom.

"close! remember kiddo you've got to do it twice for it to really work so let's go again- OUMMMM-"

"mommy!" at the sight of you, your daughter jumps off ralph's lap and throws her little arms around your legs.

"hi!" you respond enthusiastically, hugging her back. "just wanted to let you both know dinner was ready. what are you guys... up to?"

ralph avoids your eyes by pretending to look around the room. your daughter smiles up at you, bursting with excitement.

"daddy was teaching me-"

ralph interrupts. "dinner's ready? oh, you have perfect timing babe we're starving- uh kiddo? why don't you go wash your hands?"

"ooookayyyy!!" your daughter skips out of the room, curly ponytail swinging back and forth in time with her steps.

"again? ralph we talked about this-"

"i know, sorry..." he sighs. you notice his eyes linger on your chest.

"like what you see?" you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.

"no-! i mean- yes, of course but- you're not wearing the necklace..." he pouts.

you roll your eyes and reach into your shirt to pull the chain out.

"oh- my bad"

"yeah- now mr. bohnerrific69, could you please tell my husband that dinner's ready and he needs to actually eat tonight? because a whole pack of oreo's is not a sufficient meal."

"who told you i-?!"

ralph's gaze moves to your daughter, who's peeking past the door frame giggling.

"snitch!" ralph gasps dramatically and stands up from his desk, starting to playfully chase her down the hall. "thought you could rat me out huh? we had a deal!"

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tags (ask to be added or removed anytime!): @fear-is-truth @juliamaximoff @jazz-berry @violetsghosts @quickreider @tiffysdeath @honeymoon8 @wcnderlnds @lacucarachapisser @xrag-dollx

[girl-drink-drunk]

still nutty to me how people's legit trauma from things that main characters do are just swept under the rug or mocked. william kaplan, a thirteen year-old boy who didn't do anything, is killed in a car accident and no one even knows because billy/teen took over his body (i'm not blaming him at all i doubt it was on purpose, but a boy did die and no one knows). sharon davis was roped along to the road, mocked the entire time, killed, and then mocked some more. ralph bohner is the closest we get to someone actually saying "what happened was a nightmare and it fucked me up," but even his story is full of jokes that are only made tragic because evan peters is delivering them in such a way that it's clear that it's because he's that mentally unhinged from what happened. the mcu is a place where people get hurt and are made fun of because they couldn't stop it

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to the Darkhold Diaries: Day 569

Natasha: “Hey, do me a favor?”

Y/N: “Of course!”

Natasha: “Perfect. When Wanda asks where Agatha is tell her she’s in another multiverse and may or may not have made a bet with a demon king at someone’s goading and might not be able to get back and that someone was most definitely you - thanks!” *leaves via jumping up into a ceiling panel*

Y/N: “Wha-“

Wanda: “Hey, have you seen Agatha?”

Y/N, with horror in their eyes: “She’s dead”

Wanda: “Excuse me?! What happened?? Who’s responsible??”

Y/N: “The someone was me”

*meanwhile*

Agatha, fist fighting a demon king in another multiverse: “Haha! I win again, how about we make it best two outta three?

*back in the original universe*

Y/N: “I promised that it would be my fault”

Wanda: “Who made you do that, where did they go?”

Y/N, in tears: “THE SPIDER IN THE CEILING”

[maxislvt]

Low Blows

Summary: After what happened between you and Carol, Wanda makes a plan to help you cheer up. Though she denies

Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, shitty relationships, sorry to the vision enjoyers

A/N: I'm very sorry to those who were interested in this series only to watch it flop and die in the span of a month! I do plan to release the next chapter either towards the end of March or early next month! Hopefully I won't be dog tired and then forget again

Series Masterlist

Wanda had always been bad at hiding things from people. Her parents had raised her to be as honest as she possibly could be. That meant if she did have to lie Pietro was always the one covering for her, but now Pietro was back home in New York City playing PaRappa The Rapper and trying to beatbox for his YouTube subscribers. Never would Wanda have thought that the absence of her brother would lead to her getting into almost cartoonish levels of trouble.

A heavy sigh fell from her lips as she sat down in the confession chair. The last time she was here they asked her how she felt about Carol after the situation with the shack of secrets. Now they were expecting her to explain her recent purchases and the huge box of beach toys. 

"I just want to get Y/N out of the house for a few hours…" The confidence in her plan dwindled as the crew raised their eyebrows in suspicion. "Okay fine, an hour…at least a few minutes! I just don't want them to sit there and rot away in their sadness. That's just not them." Wanda pulled out a bag of sand molds and grinned. "I found this set of molds at the store yesterday. They were overpriced, but they had this cute little zebra one so I couldn't pass it up!" 

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The house had been pretty tense after what happened between you and Carol. Everyone avoided Carol like the plague and almost all attempts to get you out of the bed and back into the real world failed. Not even Monica and Mr. Strips could get out into the light. 

Wanda had originally discouraged any attempts to force you to talk about what happened in the Shack of Secrets. You needed space and the others had to learn to respect that. So Wanda decided to take up your chores and cook for everyone while you come to terms with everything. It wasn't easy, but your comfort was more important to her 

But when days turned into nearly a week, Wanda had no choice but to intervene. With a little help from Monica, she hatched a plan. First, she needed to make breakfast. blueberry jelly and marshmallow fluff toast with bananas for a face, a bowl of fruit, sausage, eggs, and pancakes. She made a little extra with the hope that you'd share, or at least make up for the lack of a full meal. 

Wanda knocked on your bedroom door. "Hey, buttercup. I know you're not feeling all that well but I made you breakfast." She leaned against the door. "We don't have to talk about…that, but I just wanna check in on you." A frustrated groan could be heard from the other side of the door. For a moment, she considered giving up and going back downstairs. "Okay. How about if I can guess what you're wearing, you have to let me in and eat breakfast." 

You frowned. That was such an odd bet to make, but it softened your heart a bit to see that she was trying. "Okay, but you're probably gonna get it wrong." You snuggled into the bed. Another sad nap waiting for you at the end of the conversation.

"Is it my off-white and purple NYU hoodie and the black Van Cortlandt shorts you swore were tacky and overpriced?" 

You let out a defeated groan and got up to open the door. "You're such a cheater," You grumbled before grabbing one of the plates one had balanced in her arm. "How'd you even get this up here without spilling?" With your free hand, you moved the comforter over so you could eat without getting crumbs and jelly on it.  

Since you were too busy crying and wallowing in regret, your room had become a mess. Dirty clothes and clean laundry just sat in piles with nothing to tell them apart, your incense holder had gone uncleaned and unused, and your bedside trash can was nearly overflowing with snack wrappers and tissues. 

"And you're a clothes thief," Wanda said affectionately before kissing your cheek. She sat the remaining plates down on the bed and then snuggled up beside you. "I just took a bunch of extra slow steps, I spent like three minutes getting upstairs. " She excitedly grabbed the toast off the plate and presented it to you. "Look, I made Mr. Strips! He's so cute. " 

You leaned forward and let Wanda feed you. It wasn't until you finished chewing the piece that you realized what had happened. Wanda didn't give you a chance to apologize. She forced you to take another bite before you could say anything. "Oh, is this blueberry jam? I love that stuff!" 

Wanda affectionately wiped the corners of your mouth before kissing your cheek. "I was gonna take all the credit for it, but Monica did help me figure out some of the stuff you liked." Wanda continued to feed you. She found more pride in it than she expected. The last few times Wanda had seen you, you just looked miserable. She hated it. Now, you were relaxed and happy again. Wanda would do anything to protect that happiness.  

Once you finished eating, Wanda stacked the plates on your nightstand. "Hey, I found a really nice spot on the beach the other day and I was wondering if you'd like to go." Her smile faded as your face began to shift into one of uncertainty. One of her hands reached out to hold one of yours. It felt right. Your skin was soft like it was made for her to spend hours kissing. Wanda probably would if you let her. "I just want you to get out…an hour?" 

"Fifteen minutes." 

"Forty-five minutes from the second we get there."

"I'll do thirty minutes from the second we leave the house." 

"Fifty-five and I get to make dinner just for us."

You let out a defeated sigh. Arguing with Wanda was impossible. "Fine, an hour but you're not cooking dinner…That's still my job."

Wanda let out an uncertain hum before kissing your cheek. "We'll see how our date goes. Now shower up and put on that swimsuit, make sure it's the cute little Cabana set with the flowers on it. You look cute in it." She gave you a playful spank on the butt before collecting the plates and silverware. 

A blush spread across your face. Being the center of Wanda's attention felt so good. She always knew just how to make you. "Wait, what do you mean 'We'll see'? Come here!" You turned around to face Wanda, but she had already left your room and made her way downstairs. Even though you were apprehensive about facing everyone again, the idea of Wanda worrying about you made your heart melt. You wondered what she had planned for you. 

While you were waiting, someone knocked at your door. 

It was Carol. Her mere presence made you uncomfortable. She stood tall and commanding. A couple of months ago, you would've found it attractive. Now it just made you dread whatever she was about to say. Carol raised her eyebrows expectantly and sighed when you did little to acknowledge her. Then she sighed. She made you feel ashamed without even saying a word. "Look-"

"Are you ready to go, baby?" Wanda asked just before Carol could finish speaking. She extended her hand out for you to hold. Wanda could feel the daggers Carol was staring into her soul, but they meant nothing. All Wanda cared about was you and your happiness. A smile brighter than a thousand suns spread across her face as you slowly stepped forward and grabbed her hand. "You look so handsome in your little sweet swimsuit," Wanda cooed as she guided you down the stairs. 

You giggled. "You told me to wear it." Neither her proud smirk nor possessive grip was lost on you. Jealousy and possessiveness usually weren't things you enjoyed. But you were more than willing to make an exception for Wanda. 

"Well, you're adorably obedient for wearing it," Wanda whispered before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Now come on, I spent all this money on beach toys and we have to use them at least once." The walk to the beach was quick. Wanda wasn't going to risk anyone else intervening in your adventure. She whisked you out the door and down the shore without any interruptions. 

After a couple of minutes, Wanda brought you to a cave with nothing but a blanket and another basket. 

"Is this some crime of passion set up? If so, this isn't the best place to do it!"

Wanda simply rolled her eyes and pushed you towards the blanket. "Monica was right. You do read too many murder mysteries. Go play!" She sat down next to you and began pulling out the little molds, shovels, and buckets she bought earlier. "I got one of Mr.Strips!" She placed the tiny sand mold into your hands and smiled. "I wrote your name on it so no one can steal it." 

You smiled and gave the mold a small kiss. "Well, I'll make sure to take good care of it." 

The rest of the date was spent in comfortable silence. Wanda would walk back and forth between the cave and the shore with buckets full of water so you could build your castle without worry. When the buckets weren't sandy and in need of a refill. Eventually, your sandcastle had gotten too complicated for Wanda to help so she decided to sit back and watch you build instead. And when you finished your castle, you snuggled up next to her.

"I'm proud of you. It's not always easy doing what's best for yourself," She whispered. 

"Are you proud of me for prioritizing myself or are you just happy you're the better option?" You giggled. 

"I don't think those things contradict each other." 

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"I don't even really like Zebras all that much," You confessed the very second the cameras started rolling. "I only keep Mr. Strips because Monica bought him for me as an apology for our kindergarten divorce." You jiggled the bracelet on your wrist and showed it to the crew. "This is like the ninth piece of zebra-related jewelry she's given me and I don't have the guts to tell her…Anyway, what were you guys gonna ask me?"

"So, how was the date?"

"It was nice, but I don't think it was a date. I mean I would've loved for it to be one, but I don't wanna put any labels on anything!" For the sake of the footage, you opted not to say anything about the knowing looks the crew shared. "Okay fine! I like Wanda a lot but I'm too shy to make any moves…I don't wanna scare her off." You slouched in your arms like a petulant child. "I just don't wanna rush anything..leave me alone."

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If you learned anything from being on a reality TV show in the past few weeks, it's that time moves fast. One day, Maria and Natasha were getting close again then the next they didn't even want to be in the same room as each other. Time moved even faster when you weren't directly involved with whatever drama plagued the house for the day. You were known to break up fights or stand up for some of the more soft-spoken cast members, but most of the issues in the house seemed to be above you. There were even times when you slept through the introductions of new people. 

"Why do you care so much? You're more in love with them than you ever were with me!" 

This is to say you had no idea what Vision and Wanda were arguing about. They had been called down to that dreaded shack, that much you could figure out.

"I care because I wasted two years of my life with you! I don't love you know but I'm allowed to be upset that I wasted time with some half-assed loser that got with me over a dare!" 

Oh. Okay, things were much worse than you thought. 

"Okay," You shouted to silence both of them. "Why don't you two go to your rooms for a bit before talking about this? That stupid shack is designed to piss you off and start drama, just take a break!" 

Wanda took a deep breath. Her expectations for her ex were already in the dirt. Why was she shocked Vision had disappointed her yet again? "You're right. I'm not letting myself get worked up over this anymore. I'm going to my room." Before you could praise her maturity, she grabbed your hand and led you up the stairs. 

Had you been thinking with your brain, you would've voiced your concerns about leaving Vision alone when he was just as upset as Wanda. But since you were thinking with your heart, you didn't bother looking back to check if he was okay. Your heart only cared about Wanda. It soared when you were tossed into the bed and Wanda possessively snuggled into you. "Baby, what…what happened?" 

She huffed out and buried her face into your neck "Don't worry about it, alright? Let's just forget about him for a sec." Wanda littered kisses along the side of your neck. They continued upwards until she reached your jaw, then she started leaving heavier marks. "Where's my needy little baby, hm? It's been so long since I've touched you, I bet you're just aching for me to touch you." When she finally graces your lips with a kiss, it was greedy. Her tongue slipped into your mouth and stole your breath without a second thought. Wanda didn't let up until the both of you were in desperate need of air. 

And despite the buzzing underneath your skin and throbbing between your legs, you were still worried about Wanda. You put your hand on Wanda's chest to stop her from distracting you again. "I- You…you gotta talk stuff out first," You stuttered out. You rubbed your thighs together to ease the heat, but Wanda was quick to spread them apart. 

Your desperate whining was music to Wanda's ears. "You heard it already. Now, why don't you lay back and let me fuck you?" Her frustration was starting to slip through the cracks. She squeezed your thighs, but they didn't move an inch before getting your permission. "I bet you're so wet and just waiting for me to stretch your little hole out." 

You were trying so hard to focus. But that's hard to do with Wanda staring down at you like you were fresh meat. "Would it make you feel better?" You asked with a meek voice. Your body was on fire and Wanda was making it worse. 

"Only if you tell me how much you want it first," She whispered as her fingers lightly rubbed your cunt through the cloth of your shorts. "Don't be shy, baby, no one can hear it but me." She laughed at your shyness. You were too cute not to tease.

You laughed back nervously. "You're joking, right?" Wanda only raised her eyebrows. You'd never been in this position before. Forced to beg and follow someone else's orders. "Please don't be mean," You whispered. For that, Wanda only began rubbing your cunt. It wasn't even close to enough with your clothes in the way, especially considering your clit remained neglected.

"Oh, I know you can do better than that." Her thumb pressed down harder, but only for a second. Wanda could almost feel your slick seeping through your underwear. "It's no fun denying yourself. Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." Her free hand slid up your thigh and began unbuttoning your shirt. "You're just so desperate for me, but I can't help my baby if they don't talk to me." 

You could only whine as Wanda's fingers continued to tease every part of your body. "Touch me please," You whispered.

"But I'm already touching you, baby." 

It was embarrassing. How could Wanda be so cruel to you? After all, you've given her.  You've been nothing but kind to her and yet she repaid you by shattering your pride. "Fuck me, please. I need you so bad!" The worst part was that you enjoyed her cruelty. By the time Wanda had stripped you of all your clothes, your slick had leaked onto the bed. "Please, please, I need you so bad."

"Awe, baby you're a mess." One of her fingers began rubbing tight circles around your clit. Your desperate whimpers and moans were like music to her ears. "That's what I like to hear. You sound so cute." Wanda began sucking on your nipple just as one of her fingers slid inside of cunt. "Oh, and you're just so tight. I bet you've never been fucked right, huh?" 

You shook your head without a second thought. Pleasure had taken over your senses. "More!" and "Please!"  were the only words you could say. Each thrust of Wanda's fingers pushed you further and further into a sea of bliss.

"God if I knew I was gonna fuck you, I would've brought my strap with me." 

The thought of something more than Wanda's fingers was so overwhelming it made you whine. 

Wanda curled her fingers as they rubbed against your g spot. "Don't worry, baby. Once this stupid little show is over I'll take you home and fuck you right." She buried her face in your neck and began leaving soft kisses over the heavy marks she'd left earlier. "I have this big one- oh you'd just love it! It'd stretch out that hole and fill you up with cum. Doesn't that sound fun?"

It sounded fun, but your body answered before your brain could. Your walls fluttered around Wanda's long fingers. Cum leaked out of your hole like a fountain and Wanda was quick to lick it up.  Her fingers and tongue worked in sync  to drag out your orgasm as long as she possibly could. "No, no more," You whimpered, desperately trying to push Wanda's head away. 

Wanda kissed your thigh then rolled over to lay next to you on her bed. She watched as you struggled to catch your breath. "Think you could give me one more?" She asked as she played with the strands of your hair. 

The offer was tempting, but you'd never recover if you let Wanda have her way. "Um, I think we'll have to work up to multiple rounds. I think I'm all fucked out for the night." You buried your head into one of Wanda's pillows and watched as she got off of the bed. "Noo, stay, please? I can take a shower later." 

"Fine, but if you wait too long I'm turning this into a bubble bath." Wanda laid back down. She pulled you closer so your head was properly buried into her chest. Her fingers toyed with the  hair at the base of your neck as you two began to relax and let go of the sexual energy. 

"...what happened in the shack?"

Wanda let out a heavy sigh. "You're really bad pillow talk, you know that?" She ruffled your hair and looked down at you. "Do you want to know that bad?" Denying you was hard already, but when you looked up with the softest eyes she'd ever seen, saying no was impossible. "It's not that I don't wanna talk about it, I just don't want you to think I still have feelings for him or something like that." 

"You dragged me upstairs and fucked me instead of talking things out with him, I know you don't have feelings for him anymore." You leaned away from Wanda's chest. "I'm much more worried about you bottling up all those nasty feelings in here," You said, poking Wanda's chest to accent your point. "Just say whatever is on your mind, I'm all ears."

"It's just…god, every time I give that fucker a chance he turns around and steps all over me! We broke up and got back together three times before I stopped forgiving him. You think he would've said something between that and just ripped the band-aid off instead of letting some stupid reality show find out first!" Wanda continued to ramble. The minutes continued to tick by but she just couldn't stop herself. Maybe she'd pause for a few minutes because she couldn't figure out how to put her frustrations into words, but you were always there to help her. 

Eventually, Wanda had nothing else to say. Her anger fizzled out into slow acceptance 

She let out a heavy breath before nuzzling back into the side of your neck. "Thank you," She mumbled exhaustedly. Wanda, never one to miss the chance to praise you, began smothering your face with kisses once again. "Ah, you're just the cutest aren't you? Always making me so sappy and mushy!"

You whined playfully and pushed her away. "Maybe you're just made of mush and full of sap!"

[this-is-chaos-magick]

"man...I am so bored idk what to do"

*proceed to Boils Wanda Maximoff*

[kitmoas]

will there ever be more of “Training Grounds” by any chance? I love the story so much, I come back and read the whole thing like every week and it just gets better every time !!

Yea!! Season 2 of TGU will happen eventually! I’m writing commissions and a few new universes first before I stumble back to that insane place but don’t you worry. I miss it every single day and think about it constantly

[theimpcler]

"Do you think she has multiple lovers or just this young, doe eyed boy? She's almost fawning over him--his skin is nearly the color of a tomato." Words are a hushed whisper to the young woman infront of him as amber hues watched the unfolding events from behind a pillar on the balcony overlooking the gardens. Vladimir Martell would never agree with his brother that his denial of the throne was for the better due to his behaviors.

But.

He would agree he was very much intent on sticking his nose in people's business....and dragging Wanda along for a pure source of amusement. Vladimir enjoyed her company, despite they're distinct differences. She was almost like a breath of fresh air to him.

@hexsreality starter.

[inkblot-inc]

Jaws walking around the compound just to get some fresh air and seeing some flowers. They decide to pick some and bring them back Nat. Nat doesn’t point out that half of them are Dandelions and the other half are clearly from one of the many gardens. It’s still sweet.

because, say it with me now, IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS

[mayflwr]

@arroganceandfear liked for a starter || Wanda

Perhaps it shouldn't surprise the witch. Another mistake. Another fault for her to hold onto like a lifeline. She should of known that taking that book from Agatha was a bad idea, the other had been hellbent on trying to keep hold of that power while simultaneously trying to take hers. But it had called for her the moment Agatha had become Agnes.

A dark siren song to help soothe the ache of her heart. An ancient tome crafted for her eyes only, afterall if had a whole chapter on her! The Scarlet Witch. Chaos incarnate. A mistress to all mystic masters. And it promised so much. Everything that had been taken could be hers again. Wanda heard it when she tried to sleep, Billy and Tommy crying for their mother–even the phantom of Vision who whispered sweet nothings.

It became maddness.

So, Wanda did the only thing her scattered mind could think, find the only one who could know. Who could understand. The Sanctum doors gave her little resistance, perhaps even the magic of his domain knew and allowed her entrance as she staggered in. She had left the book back in the secluded cabin but she could still feel it clawing up her thoughts, sinking in further as she let out a pained cry. She had met him only briefly during Stark's funeral. The man who predicted the odds and put his faith into those who remained. The only other person with magical abilities she had ever encountered (until now.)

"Stephen Strange!"

Her only chance.

[lost-on-t-umblr]

Okay but her eyes getting watery that first time she's asked about The Road, because Billy reminded her of Nicky...

#Agatha Harkness, number one scammer

Bonus, she tried to not be a scammer for one second:

[fandomnerd9602]

Livestreamer!Wanda finishes her make up tutorial…

Wanda: so any questions?

A question pops up…

Wanda: how do I get it right on the first try? Simple I have a wonderful test subject

Wanda turns the camera to Y/N…

Y/N: the things I do for love

[lunaechaos]

laughing like a mad woman now because i really brought this predicament upon myself [writing three wandagatha fanfics simultaneously]

[maxislvt]

Being Shady 101

Summary: The longer you spend in the house, the more chaotic things get. One moment you're at your highest high, the next you're at your lowest low.

Warnings: light making out, arguing, shitty exes, toxic behavior, the narrative once again suffers because I think I'm funny.

A/N: do NOT ask me why this took forty consecutive years to write, I'm not proud of my snail's pace. It's here now, and that's what's most important. This one is a whee bit of a roller coaster but this is a reality tv show au, so that is what you signed up for.

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Despite the insanity of everything happening, Wanda was having a good time on the show. She had a few tense moments with Vision, but she got along with everyone well. She was terrified when she got called down to the confession room. Maybe Vision hadn't been as over her as he claimed? Though Wanda would be disappointed, she wouldn’t be surprised. Vision had a habit of lying about his feelings a lot. Maybe Monica hadn’t given her the green light? Monica was your best friend — you would unlikely ignore her romantic advice. There was also Carol, but Wanda didn’t care what your ex thought.

“So, how were your first two weeks?”

Despite everything, Wanda smiled. “You know, they were actually pretty good.” The smile on her face grew the more she thought. Vision was a pain in her ass, Carol was getting in the way, but she was having fun. The house was chaotic with so many personalities, but you were there to keep it together. “Y/N is pretty cool…no, they’re amazing. The others are nice too, but I think the two of us get along the most.” A kaleidoscope of butterflies filled her stomach, and she began twisting in the chair. “They’re so cute too. We made breakfast yesterday, and somehow they got covered in flour! They were so pouty. It was adorable!”

The production team got stuck listening to Wanda’s rambling for several minutes. Wanda covered everything from your hair to how you walked when you were sleepy.

“What’s the deal with you and Carol?”

Wanda’s mood fell almost immediately. “I don’t hate her,” She lied. Wanda hated Carol a whole lot. Two weeks shouldn’t have been enough time to make a house of people you had barely met hate you, but Carol did it somehow. Wanda tried to be fair. It seemed the relationship you two had lasted a long time. To want closure or not be over it was reasonable. Constantly butting in and literally getting between anyone who may make a move on you was less unacceptable. “Carol is…getting over some things, and I have to give her space right now,” She said through gritted teeth.

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Wanda cared about her image. She was an influencer, after all. Coming off as too mean or distant could have her labeled as mean or bitchy for the rest of her life. More recently, she worried about being overprotective. Wanda definitely had feelings for you, but she didn't want to overstep. Carol was a dick, but you seemed used to it. "Used to it" was a phrase Wanda had heard from you often when excusing Carol's god-awful behavior. No matter how much your ex had upset you, you were used to it.

Wanda couldn't stand it. You deserved pampering. Wanda could do that regardless of what kind of relationship you two had. She'd claim the loveseat just so you and her could snuggle. Wanda always made an effort for you. She cared for you and made you feel safe. Wanda made Carol look as worthless as she was. Carol didn’t like that. That meant everyone in the house had to deal with it. Carol would butt into whatever Wanda had planned. It would piss Wanda off. Then, you would get upset. It would spread to Monica before finally making the whole house tense. Wanda had had enough.

"Breakups are hard, I get that," Wanda said, forcing as much empathy as she could. Just getting Carol to talk was a pain in the ass, and getting her actually to listen would be infinitely more complex. "I want what's best for you, and you're not going to find that chasing after your ex, no one is." Lying on a show like this was dangerous, but Wanda learned that Carol only heard what she wanted to. A little white lie to catch her attention was necessary.

Carol nodded along with seemingly nothing in her eyes. Had she not been a colossal bitch, it would've been cute. "I get it, I really appreciate you looking out for me." She took a step closer to Wanda. If respecting personal space was a job, Carol would be unemployed. "You and me, we got off on the wrong foot. I'm glad we're coming together and fixing this."

Wanda nodded in agreement, seemingly unaware of how quickly Carol was closing in on her. "Yeah, I really don't want them to get caught up in —"

It would be several long hours before you would find out what happened between Wanda and Carol in the kitchen that evening. One moment, you were calmly talking to Monica in your room. The next, the two of you are running down the stairs and watching as Steve and Thor attempt to pull Carol and Wanda away from each other. Profanities in languages you didn't understand and ones you did. "What the fuck is happening," You shouted to be heard over all the ruckus.

"Y/N!"

You frowned at the shouting. “Yes, I’m here, but someone better explain what’s happening.” Monica pulled you back from taking another step. Carol’s face was bright red. A shameful frown on Wanda’s face. Steve and Thor were trying to drag both women back to their rooms. They had fought that much was obvious, but why? It was probably Carol’s fault, but that didn’t explain much of anything.

Monica gently squeezed your arm. “I’ll be with you no matter where you go,” She whispered.

You nodded. Monica was always there for you, and she was there for you now; if everything else on this show went to hell. “Okay, we got this,” You mumbled. Your words didn’t falter but following Steve and going to Wanda’s room felt strange. For as long as you’d known her, you were at Carol’s beck and call. It didn’t matter if you were at a party or busy doing coursework — you would drop everything to save her. You ignored her this time. Walking forward and never looking back felt amazing.

Wanda didn’t feel as great. She had done the one thing she had promised herself not to do. The only thing distracting her from shame was the bitter taste of Carol’s tongue and her failed attempts at getting rid of it. “How much pre-workout can one person drink without having a heart attack,” She spat out into her trash can. Steve had been there to reassure her, but Wanda didn't want to be a burden.

Nothing but you.

You gently knocked at the door, unsure of what state Wanda was in. "Hey Wands, I just wanna talk," You whispered softly. You peeked in the door, surprised to see her bent over the trash can and spitting water into it. "Did she hit you?," You asked, seemingly ready to pounce. Carol was much stronger than you, but you weren't going to let her get away with needless violence.

"No, no, it was the other way around actually," She whispered, ashamed of her misbehavior. "I don't know what you're working through with Carol and I shouldn't have said anything to her in the first place. I just…I don't know I think me and her must have miscommunicated because she kissed me-"

"She kissed you," You and Monica all shouted in unison.

Wanda took a sharp inhale through her teeth. She had just barely processed all the emotions she felt herself, but you looked heartbroken. "I just wanted to talk some stuff out because she was being an ass and she just…went for it!"

Monica let out an all-knowing sigh and rubbed her temples. "I know what that's like."

You abruptly turned around to face Monica. "She kissed you too?" Eyes wide and doubly concerned. Monica shook her head no, but it didn't calm your nerves much. You felt sick. Carol was awful, you knew that much. It seemed like she'd reveal something entirely worse about herself every day. You felt stupid for falling for all her tricks. "Wanda, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, this isn't your fault. You're not responsible for her actions." Wanda reached out to hold your hand and ran her thumb over your bare knuckles. "Just stay with me for a bit? I don't wanna deal with anyone else right now." She flashed you a gentle smile.

"So you're taking my best friend and leaving me with the collateral? I see how it is," Monica teased. "Go ahead, snuggle up and kiss while I pick up the pieces!" She dramatically turned away before closing the door behind her.

"No, Monica, that's not what I meant!" Wanda sighed playfully. "Is she always this dramatic or is she just being defensive," Wanda asked, looking up at you hopefully.

You shrugged. " We used to be theater kids so she just loves theatrics." A fond smile spread across your face. Remembering the silly costume and dreadful tech weeks, you never thought they'd land you a show like this.

"You used to be a theater kid?"

"I'll tell you all about it if you let me go long enough to get my laptop."

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You spent the next few days trying to take care of Wanda. Emphasis on the trying. If you had one nice gesture for her, she'd double down and come up with ten more. It didn't help that most involved her spoiling you and keeping you cooped up in your room. Your room had become a sanctuary of sorts so you weren't completely cut off from the rest of the house. Wanda wasn't very happy about it, but you weren't so in love to let yourself be locked in her room forever. You entirely were, but Monica would never let you live that down.

Especially not after you had subjected her to the absolute grilling of a lifetime over her romantic choices.

"I just think you're overreacting! We clean it up," Your best friend shouted in her defense. Monica had always had a strange taste for partners. Never had you thought her partners were ugly, they were just weird people. They always had some undeniable and near-obnoxious quirk that made them stand out. "Even then, it wasn't like she broke anything— and she's really cute."

You could only scuff at how lost your best friend was. "I don't care how cute she is! You don't just make elephant toothpaste in my kitchen and use up all of my yeast without consequences!" A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you thought back to the sticky substance that covered the kitchen floor late last night. "I haven't made bread in a week and I can still feel the sticky shit in between the floorboards!"

"There's no need to yell, I'm sure Darcy tried her hardest to clean it up. Right, Monica?" Wanda asked with raised eyebrows. She had found amusement in the playful quarrels between you and your best friend. Occasionally she'd say a few words in your favor before eventually being restricted to a glorified human teddy bear.

Monica scrunched her face up in disapproval. For some reason, not a single person in the house could lie to Wanda. Either they were terrible liars or she saw through them completely. "No, I cleaned it up by myself so she wouldn't get in trouble," She grumbled before leaning back in defeat. "Fine, okay! I've got it bad, but at least not dragging her around like some lost puppy!"

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but a screeching alarm rang out through the house. The three of you huffed out. "I don't care what happens down there, this isn't over," You said playfully before walking downstairs.

The rest of the group settled down on or near the couch. You were thankful for the space the others had put between you and Carol. You two hadn't talked in days but she made you uncomfortable. It was a feeling you couldn't shake but never had time to understand. When Wanda was around, you didn't want to. You felt safe with her and that's all you could ever ask for in a partner.

Partner.

Was Wanda your partner now? Was it fair to call her that? Did she even want to be? Maybe she was just a nice person and wanted to get back with Vision. That idea made you upset. Wanda was too good for Vision. She was too good for anyone in the house if you were being honest with yourself.

Your internal bitterness was cut off by the short gust of air that blew over your face when Tony dramatically threw the blanket over his face. "Noo, I've put up with enough bullshit," The man shouted before turning underneath the blanket.

Your eyes glanced over to the person standing next to Loki. A smirk appeared over your face at a chance to tease Tony. "I'm sorry, could you please repeat your introduction? I couldn't hear over someone's constant whining."

The new guest let out a sharp breath through his nose and stood up straighter, clearly trying to impress you. "My name is Stephen Strange. Tony just suddenly broke things off with me one day and just ghosted me." There was an obvious bitterness in his words. "That was several months ago and I haven't gotten an explanation since."

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. In one swift movement, you snatched the cloth covering Tony. "So…your first boyfriend's name is Steve and then you break and get another boyfriend named Stephen?"

Tony frantically tried to snatch the blanket back from you. "It doesn't even count! They're not spelled the same way!" The two of you engaged in a brief tug-of-war. Had it been a fair battle, Tony would've won easily. Unfortunately for him, Wanda hated to see you lose.

One swift tug sent the fabric flying out of Tony's hands and caused him to fall back on the couch. "Live with the shame of your slutty decisions!" A fit of giggles exploded through the room as Tony was forced to face another one of his exes.

"This is actually Tony's ex on the beach and we're just living in it," Quil said sharply, only for his confidence to fade into nothing. "Awe, come on, she broke up with me!"

"No, you disappeared for eight weeks without telling me anything and were surprised I started seeing other people!" The mystery woman rolled her eyes. When she turned to everyone else, she didn't bother softening her face. "I'm Gamora.'' Gamora's brief introduction greatly shifted the tone. For a moment, you wondered if Gamora was on the show for the same reasons as you. Not by choice, but by questionable management and dubious contracts.

After the new exes finished their introduction and a few jokes here and there, you made your way down to the kitchen. "Ah, I need to see if there's enough food for me to feed everyone!" You hopped off the couch and quickly made your way toward the kitchen. It was only a few steps, but somehow Wanda still found a way to interrupt and derail that trip.

Wanda quickly wrapped her arms around your waist and dragged you up the stairs to her bedroom. She was strangely quiet, even when she locked her door and tossed you onto her bed. For a moment, she did nothing. Just laid on top of you quietly and enjoyed the silence of the bedroom. Several minutes passed before a loud thud was heard from downstairs. Wanda let out a defeated sigh. "There are too many people in this house, I can't wait until we leave this place and I don't have to share you with anyone."

Your heart nearly exploded out of your chest. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, were you talking to someone else," Wanda asked. She tried to remain relaxed, but nervousness was quickly settling in. The mere thought of you talking to anyone else in the house made her stomach churn. You weren't hers to be possessive of, but that didn't change the way she felt. She was meant to be yours and you were meant to be hers. All the other people that wanted you didn't matter. "I'm sorry," She wasn't, "I just thought we were…exclusive."

"No- I mean we are! I was just confused!" Your brain couldn't figure out if it was excited or terrified. Happy to be Wanda's one and only, but scared of upsetting her so soon. "Sorry, I just wasn't sure if we were on the same page. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything." You hated rambling. You only had to do it when you fucked up and made Carol angry. It was hard to forget you didn't need to do those things with Wanda. "I think you're really pretty and I'm glad we're focusing on each other, I mean it."

You were too busy trying to cover your tracks to notice how close Wanda had gotten to you. "You look cute when you're nervous." Her words broke your train of thought just long enough for her to kiss you. Her hands cupped your cheeks, gently pulling you closer. Nothing in the world would feel as good as your lips against hers. Wanda's tongue slipped into your mouth as she pushed you back against the bed. Your skin was burning hot against hers and she loved it. No one else would get the privilege of touching you that way. At that moment, it was only you and her.

Only at that moment though. The next, the both of you were reminded of the fact several other people were living in the house because of a sharp knocking at Wanda's door. "Tony- ow! I want to know what's for dinner," Steve said from behind the door.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Wanda quickly covered your mouth. "What makes you think I'd know? It's Y/N's day to cook." Her thumb lightly ran across your bottom lip before leaning down to kiss you once again. This one was much needier than the last and it would only get worse from there.

"We know because we saw you drag them upstairs like you were a seasoned kidnapper when you thought none of us were looking!"

Wanda begrudgingly pulled away, giving you time to catch your breath. "Um, the meatballs Tony likes if he promises to give us- me five…fifteen extra minutes before I start!" You were far too enthralled with Wanda to just get up and leave, especially not for some untamed man-child. Your head craned forward, desperate for another kiss.

Tony's dramatic sighing could be heard through the door. "Fine, but if everyone starts giving you weird looks at the dinner table, don't say I didn't warn you!"

"Why don't I give them something to stare at, hm," Wanda whispered seductively into your ear.

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Wanda hated to seem greedy but sharing you was becoming an increasingly difficult task. It wasn't that she was so possessive that she didn't want people talking to you, but it seemed that something would go wrong every time she let you out of her sight. Those things always had something to do with Carol, but Wanda was never there to prove it and you refused to tell her.

The only logical solution was keeping you cooped up in her room all day. Softening you up until you were nothing but a blob of emotional mush and wrapping you in blankets was easy. It appeared the hard part was keeping everyone out.

"Vision, I've told you this a million times already! They're not coming out of that room until they're ready," Wanda said through gritted teeth. Monica was one thing. The two of them had agreed you deserved a break, but it seemed the rest of the house could function without you. Vision seemed to be the worst of them all. He'd follow you around like some unhoused puppy just begging to be taken home. Wanda was ashamed it worked on her at one point in time.

The blond scuffed and crossed his arms. "Of course, they're not going to leave if you take away every reason they have to go out!" Neither of them really wanted to talk to the other. If they did approach each other, it was only ever to argue over you. Vision never won them, even when other people got involved, but he never stopped causing them. "Don't you think it's a bit much to have them locked in your room all day? It's not like they'll get hurt if you're not watching them! They've made it this far."

"I'm sorry, but maybe if you didn't have the personality of cardboard, they'd actually want to talk to you!" Wanda said before harshly bringing her knife down on the cutting board. "You had three entire weeks before I got here. If you didn't catch their attention, maybe it just wasn't meant to be," She whispered, her words laced with venom.

"Wanda, you're being unreasonable," Vision whispered back, becoming equally frustrated. He didn't have enough time to say anything else. You had come downstairs and he didn't want to risk dampening the already flimsy dynamic he had with you. He forced himself to put on a much calmer demeanor when he spoke to you. "Good evening, did you sleep well?" His words fell on deaf ears as you walked right past him and buried your face in the side of Wanda's arm.

"I'm hungry," You mumbled. Despite doing absolutely nothing, you were still tired. You were well aware it was Wanda's doing, but you liked being taken care of too much to care. "Hurry up, I wanna go back to bed."

Wanda could only laugh at your clinginess. "I'm almost done, sweetheart. I just need to clean the dishes and I'll be back up there before you know it." Her answer clearly didn't please you as you grumbled something incomprehensible into her arm. "Or you can stay down here and eat while I clean." She handed you the freshly cut bowl of fruit and guided you to the kitchen. "Just relax, I'll be right here." Wanda was thankful Vision took the hint and walked away.

When one annoying door closed another much more door opened. The dreaded ringing filled the air and your peaceful lunch was ruined before it had even started. You sighed but continued to eat. Maybe you'd catch a break and wouldn't be subjected to the horror contained within the tiny bottle on the podium.

Tony quickly grabbed the bottle and read the message inside. He had to reread it a few times before he spoke. "Oh, Carol and Y/N are going to the Shack of Secrets!" Though he was proud of mentally solving the riddle, he was dreading the following moments

Wanda pulled your back against her before you could get up. "Whatever happens, I promise I'll be there for you." She placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head before letting you go. Her stomach was tied in a near unreasonable amount of knots. There was no telling what would happen down there.

You nervously made your way down the stairs. It had been so long since you'd been alone with Carol, you forgot how awful it felt. Even with no doors or locks, the room made you feel trapped. Your eyes stayed glued to the tablet sitting on the table before you. "I don't care what's on that damn thing, but you better hope it's something I don't care about," You spat out before snatching the device. You weren't keen on being in the shack for longer than you needed to be. Ominous and poorly written riddles weren't something you were willing to put up with. Your heart stopped when you read the last slide. "Gimme your phone."

"Baby, you're not going to let this whole thing get between us, are you? Don't let that thing trick you." She opened her arms wide and stepped towards you. "Just let me be your Vers again? That's all I want." Carol smiled at you, but it was a smile you were able to see through after looking at it for so long. She was hiding something.

You stepped back. "Carol, give me your phone," You said sternly. Not a single word could describe how angry you were, but you weren't even sure what you were mad about. Carol frowned at you. Had you two still been together, you would've stopped immediately, apologized for doubting her, and moved on. You were better now. When she didn't hand over her phone, you simply stole it from her.

Carol was a simple person. You had known her long enough to know where she kept everything on her phone. You knew where her photo albums were, the password to her locked photos, and your fingerprint was still in her phone for some reason. As you flipped through the photos and text messages, you worried that you were the crazy one. The photos were normal. Some old ones of you, but nothing suspicious. You were going to give up. Then you saw it.

An old, much more personal photo of you. Spread and boldly on display. Carol had many sexual photos of you, but she promised you she had deleted them all when you broke up with her. That wasn't the case. You felt sick the more you scrolled. You couldn't even bring yourself to cry. You felt stupid for thinking you could trust her.

"Look, I just forgot those were -"

"Shut up!" You'd never yelled that loud before in your life, but it felt good. Letting everything out instead of bottling it up and being a basket case. "I'm tired of taking all your stupid fucking excuses! We're done and you better hope I don't see your face ever again!" Without thinking, you slammed Carol's phone on the ground and ran back up the stairs. You pushed through everyone crowding around the entrance and locked yourself in your own room.

[this-is-chaos-magick]

If you're Wondering what is Wanda's Phone Wallpaper it's this Picture by the way

vision trying to do a selfie for the first time :P

[pippin-pippout]

For those following the SAG and WGA strikes there’s new shit a-brewing, this time targeting background actors (aka extras).

Some may know that one of the issues SAG is fighting is that studios want to take virtual scans of background actors and use them in perpetuity (meaning forever) without any additional compensation to those background actors. So you would just see a bunch of AI generated humans in future movies based off of a background actor that worked one day.

This is already shitty because working as an extra for 3 days on a union set (if you receive a union voucher each day) is one of the main ways to qualify for SAG eligibility. This means that a lot of actors working background do not yet have union protection and likely do not have an agent or manager to protect them. Disney has already allegedly told background actors to do this on the set of Wanda Vision: https://www.avclub.com/wandavision-background-actors-say-disney-scanned-them-1850709900

Here’s where it's worse.

There is one main company that supplies background actors for major union and non union productions. Central Casting. They love to brag about their very long influence in the industry - in old movies dating back to the 40s you can hear jokes about hiring extras from Central Casting.

Central Casting has been including an electronic document for all actors in their database to sign as part of onboarding. Signing it gives Central Casting the right to use your images, your videos, and YOUR LIKENESS in perpetuity, forever. They would OWN your likeness. Instead of it being a studio supplying the AI background actors, it would be Central Casting instead.

Receiving any work from Central Casting in the future is conditional upon signing it. No signature = no extra work = no extra income for union actors trying to make health insurance minimums, no union extra work for pre-SAG members.

SAG already reached out to Central Casting to tell them to stop. Central Casting refused.

Edit to say: this is not new. It’s part of actors onboarding and is called the Photo, Image, and Video Release. It’s phrased to sound like you are just giving them permission to use your image and video for CC’s website and promotional purposes. But the actual language is much broader. It's only recently being brought up as a point for discussion because some casting directors (who are generally supportive of the strike) started pointing it out.

Central Casting is owned by Entertainment Partners which is also a giant software conglomerate and owns a lot of the software used to organize background casting and pay actors. https://www.ep.com/company/about-us/