#wasforgotten

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          HELL  ,  IT’S  BEEN  WEEKS.  weeks  since  he’s  been  home  ,  since  he  saw  his  kids  ,  HIS  HUSBAND.  nicki  had  him  on  some  bullshit  job  ,  following  someone  around  who  ,  in  beau’s  eyes  ,  posed  NO  THREAT  to  the  man’s  operation. 

          but  now  he’s  home  ,  his  bag  falling  off  his  shoulder  as  he  kicked  the  door  shut.  tired  eyes  glance  at  the  clock  ------  ------  3:42 a.m.  AWESOME.  legs  carry  the  man  up  their  creaky  stairs  (  he  should  REALLY  fix  those  ,  )  and  to  he  and  mateo’s  bedroom.  beau  sheds  his  jacket  and  boots  ,  arms  STRETCHING  above  his  head.  ❝  didn’t  think  ya’d  still be  up  ,  ❞  he  murmurs  ,  as  he  looks  to  the  man  before  him.  ❝  why’re  ya  still  up  ?  ❞

                    @wasforgotten.

[softsmiled-blog]

          ❝  violet  stole  my  MICROWAVE.  ❞  he  murmurs  ,  eyes  narrowed  as  he  stares  ahead.  hands  fold  across  his  stomach  ,  teeth  biting  down  on  the  inside  of  his  cheek.  ❝  and  like  ,  honestly  ?  wouldn’t  be  a  huge  problem  ,  if  shay  knew  how’ta  cook  on  his  own.  but  ya’see  ,  he  ain’t  allowed  near  the  stove  no  more.  not  since  the  INCIDENT  ------  ❞  rafael  looks  over  at  the  other  ,  playfully  KNOCKS  the  hat  off  mateo’s  head.  ❝  what’s  super  important  to  her  that  i  can  steal  ?  ya’know  ,  in  retaliation.  i  already  stole  half  her  make  up  brushes.  that’s  how  this  started.  ❞

                              @wasforgotten.

[withagony-blog]

                    @wasforgotten / sc.

          ❝ i TOLD YOU it was goin’ ta’ be a problem, ❞ his fingers wrap around mateo’s wrist to yank him closer, his arm wrapping tight around the man’s shoulders. beau holds him to his chest, eyes closing as he presses his lips to the other’s head. he knows his heart is beating too fast, like it’s trying to jump right out of his chest -- uneven, rapid beats that nearly take his breath away. he has to push that anxiety down, burying it in the pit of his stomach to deal with later. ❝ i fuckin’ told ya we should have just - just stayed home. ❞

[adoredher]

for @wasforgotten.

      “thanks.” it comes out forced and stiff, but david knows when to have manners, and when somebody brings back your lost kid, you’ve gotta be grateful -- even when the asshole in question is a damn criminal. “was just about to go out and start lookin’ for her. she runs off a lot. kids do.”

[vaindeceit-blog]

          ❝ i thought opposites attracted one another. ❞ he’d let himself into their home, having made no sound whatsoever until he made a point to slam a cabinet. it’s late, 2 a.m. and well into the hour, but he couldn’t care less. he stares in the direction of the stairs until he sees him approach the kitchen. bright eyes glance to mateo’s a face, a smile playing at painted lips. ❝ but you and him are very much alike. where is he, anyway ? i have a feeling he isn’t here, and he’s not where he’s supposed to be either. did he finally get too SCARED, mateo, did he run off instead of doing his job ? ❞

               @wasforgotten / starter call.

[unfortunateone-blog1]

          ❝ mateo, baby, ❞ he’s standing at the head of their kitchen table as he speaks, leaning forward so palms rest flat against the hardwood. it seems beau has not joined them this evening, giving nuka a one-on-one with a long time associate’s sweet baby brother. ❝ i ain’t here to hurt you, ain’t here to bust your ass or nothin’. i’ve known your brother a real long time, helped him a lot; known your husband’s daddy a long time, too. i’m here to help you, pretty baby, just tell me what you need. money, dope, someone killed ? what is it ? ❞

          @wasforgotten // A SURPRISE FOR U.

[pantcno-blog]

“ mmm — that looks painful. ” a concerned gaze is thrown his way, as rosa hands out a handkerchief filled with tiny ice cubes.  “ what happened? ”

@wasforgotten / mini call.

[journalistiq-blog]

for @wasforgotten.

      “Is she yours?”

She means the kid she’s got sitting on her lap. Charlie knows that this whole thing might come across as a little weird, but she’d heard a little kid and absolutely no sign of a parent, and she never would have forgiven herself if she got home and heard about some toddler being snatched on the news.

          “I’m not-- I don’t fucking touch kids, or anything. She was on her own.”

[softsmiled-blog]

                    @wasforgotten / i lov u.

          it’s been quiet for what feels like hours already ( although it must have only been a few minutes ), and rafael’s shaking foot off the edge of the couch. his head rests in mateo’s lap, hand gripping his thigh a bit tighter than he intends to. he won’t notice unless it’s pointed out. he’s nervous to bring this up, to speak his mind -- he knows violet had no trouble doing so, but they’re different as much as they are alike. as big as rafael’s mouth typically is, he’s had it kept shut about the gang. ❝ i think you need to slow down, ❞ rip it off like a band-aid, that’s what’s easiest. ❝ take a break, for once. you’re burnin’ yourself out. ❞

[adoredher]

for @wasforgotten.

   Is loitering actually a crime? David thinks it is. If the kid’s been hovering in the same place for nearly thirty minutes, he must be waiting for something, and it can’t be anything good or legal. He looks like he comes from a little too South of the border for that. Probably been running drugs since he was a kid. No doubt that’s how he fucking came to America.

   Hat tipped forwards to shield his eyes from the sun, David approaches. “You got I.D. on you, hombre?”

[starsburnt-blog]

          he sits quietly on the steps, the sound of walkers filling his ears. it’s never truly bothered him, not since being here. but glancing towards that fence, watching those they’ve taken try to wrangle them in, he wonders how far these people are willing to go to find their place. 

          now, this spot is the one of the few he’s got, a place he can go to think; hence, the reason he tenses at the sound of a door opening behind him. he doesn’t bother to turn, eyes now focused on his hands. ❝ don’t you have somethin’ better to be doing ? ❞

               @wasforgotten // sc.

[disquietedpalefish]

Oh NO.

[doctorofmagic]

Hi! I have just gotten back to being a fan of Marvel, and Doctor Strange is one of my favorites. I main him in UMvC3 and MvCI. I'm also a fan of magic in general. There's one question I wanted to know the answer to. When Jason Aaron was writing Doctor Strange, he made it to where Strange couldn't eat regular food. I saw in one of your posts, that he was eating regular food again while hanging out with Night Nurse. Was there something that happened to where his diet was turned back to normal?

Hello, there! Welcome back to the fandom! I didn’t have the chance to play UMvC3, but whenever I have the opportunity to play with him, he’s always my main, like in MUA1 and MFF. And I share the same passion for magic, I love wizards and sorcerers in general =]

Oh, I remember that. I think it’s just a trait that stories from v5 on decided to ignore. Honestly, I wasn’t a fan of it. I think there are better ways to show that magic is not that easy to deal with and there’s always a price. And well, Stephen has always eaten regular food through his entire chronology. He loves Wong’s teas, and fancy restaurants.

It’s really hard to keep continuity in comics, since there are endless authors and endless stories. Here’s a panel which Stephen is drinking with Tony in v5.

Canonically, nothing happened to explain that change. I’d say it wasforgotten. And let’s be honest, Stephen has been through so much, he deserves at least to enjoy a nice meal, right?

Thank you for dropping an ask!

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ARE YA FINALLY BRINGING IN WARREN

MAYHAPS ..........

[loveruined]

for @wasforgotten.

    “look, sir, i--” she steps back, near on tripping over herself in her attempts to get the fuck away as fast as she can. both hands are raised high, open palms serving as two white flags, and though she’s trying to breathe deep and calm herself down. “i thought-- jesus, fuck -- you really looked like somebody i know, okay? i didn’t--”