idk if charles really saw it clearly from the phone or not but the fact he turned the video otherway around so that fucking "poster" dont get filmed while he n carlos took that video, charles understood the assignment
new Rosekiller au idea where Barty’s a magician that everyone suspects of having gone insane a good long while ago and Evan’s his assistant who periodically gets chopped in half and stuff but he never has any emotion on his face ever. And then one day the people find out that they’re married and they’re like: what.
Before domestication comes a good, thorough hosing down
So, uh. This was supposed to be a wet beast wednesday and "stinky sewer troll" joke in one. And then it got entirely away from me.
I continue ignoring canon and living in my made up timeline of Severing Hell's Leash (if you look closely, you can see Angor wear his ring!), and in that timeline he needs a shower.
one of my lesser discussed grudges against the fandom police is the way in which they render interesting conversation in fandom borderline impossible due to the ripple effects of their rhetoric poisoning the ability to actually talk about characters in a complex way
Charles watches from a distance as Carlos moves slowly through the garage. He shouldn't be this obsessed with helping his teammate with menial tasks, but Charles never claimed to be a normal person, anyway.
this fic is a gift for @moossings because she had a bad day and i wanted to make her smile. the fic isn't what i had in mind but sometimes you're days away from suzuka and you pressure yourself into writing and finishing up on a wip that drove you insane anyway