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elizabethxolsenn · 2 years

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No Worry, silly Mama.

Mama!Wanda x Little!fem!R

Jealousy. Sadness/Fluff

You and your mama had a biggg day planned ahead of you. You two were gonna go to the store, and then to lunch with Agatha! You couldn’t wait!

“Baby! Get dressed please!” You heard Wanda Yell from downstairs. You immediately picked out some sweats and a Blue hoodie -of Wandas ofc- and ran downstairs, tripping on the last step. “Fuck!” You squealed. Wanda ran to you and picked you up.

“Are you okay Detka?” She asked, wiping some hair from your face. You nodded quickly, and tried to get down. Wanda giggled and leaned to your ear, “No more naughty words for the day sweetie.” She whispered, trying not to laugh.

“Yes mama! Sorry Mama!” You said, still trying to get out. She let you down and you ran to the couch, grabbing your favorite stuffie. Wanda followed you and sat on the couch. “Come sit on mamas lap.” She ordered. You instantly obeyed. You were always so well behaved for Wanda.

You felt a brush run though your short hair. Your mama started at the bottom, trying to get rid of tangles. And made her way to the top. “There you go. Is that what you’re wearing today angel?” She mumbled, Turing you to face her. You nodded quickly. She smiled and stood up, grabbing her phone and purse. “Mama! Hurry!” You yelled.

She rolled her eyes playfully and followed you out the door, locking it. She put you in the passenger seat and buckled you, before sitting in her own seat. When she started to drive, she handed you her phone and the aux. “Anyfing?” You asked, a glimmer in your eyes. “Yes little love. Anything.” You smiled hard and went to her Spotify app.

Your music that you played included;

The whole frozen soundtrack. Where you are - Moana. And basically all Disney music.

You bopped your head as well as singing loudly , along with your mama. You always thought Wanda got bored of your music, so you found some of her music and put it on.

Your mamas eyes widened when she heard the first lyric ; ‘Hump me! Fuck me!’— she immediately grabbed the phone from your hands, causing a small gasp. She put on ‘Dig a little deeper’ and gave it back to you.

“Mama you’re silly!” You giggled. “You can’t listen to Mamas Big girl music.” She whispered, Turing to the right. “Otay Mama!” You said still having a case of the giggles.

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When you arrived to the store, you stayed by Wandas side the whole time. You knew the rules when it came to public. You watched as Wandas brunette hair swung a bit, with all the pep in her step.

You passed the stuffie isle and immediately looked up at Wanda. She hadn’t seemed to notice. You tugged her sleeve, and she looked down. She tilted her head and smiled. You pointed aggressively at the Stuffies and she looked at you.

“If you’re good you can get one before we leave.” She said cupping your chin and pulling you in for a small peck. You huffed loudly and sat yourself on the hard tile. It wasn’t fair! You were always a good little girl for your mama. Why couldn’t you get it now? “Baby, please don’t be a brat right now.” She said kneeling to your level.

You made a -Hmph!- noise and looked away. “What’s going on in that little head?” She asked, making you look at her. You’re eyes met hers. “I just- I always good for mama, and I wan’ Tuffie now!” You whined, a couple tears running down your face. Wanda wiped them away. “And I know you’ll be the best girl, and wait. We’re almost done Malyshka.”

You sighed, but agreed. You didn’t want to argue with her. She helped you up and made you follow her to the make up isle. She grabbed some mascara, then slipped in a little something for you. You were to busy pouting to notice. She made little sparks with her magic, making you giggle and hug her.

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When you two were done, you practically dragged her to the stuffies. She laughed at your smile. “Which one do you want Lil’ Love?” You grabbed a lama and put it in the basket. You had left your other one in the car, so they didn’t feel sad watching you pick their new friend. Wanda thought you had the sweetest soul.

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When you arrived at the restaurant, you two immediately saw Agatha, waiting for the two of you. Wanda helped you out of the car, you were a big upset because you couldn’t bring your friends. But it was all okay.

“Y/n! Hello little dove.” Agatha said, giving you a hug. “You’re looking delicious, as always.” You blushed at the comment, backing away and holding Wandas hand.

“Wanda! Hello!” Agatha greeted. Wanda shot a glare at the older witch. “Agatha.” The three of you went inside, Wanda had you order off the kids menu. You didn’t mind.

“May I take your orders?” The waiter said, looking at you first. You looked at Wanda. “Wan’ Mama do for me.” You whispered. “You’re absolutely adorable.” Agatha said pressing a kiss to your hand. Wanda sighed heavy. “She’ll have the tenders.”

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Throughout the lunch, Agatha kept kissing your hands and making flirty comments. You obviously hadn’t realized. Wanda however , Had.

“Wanda, you have such a pretty little toy, could I use her sometime?” Agatha said looking at Wanda, who was gripping the table, knuckles white.

“She’s not a toy. And I’m not sharing.”

“I may have to take you home and claim you for myself!” Agatha laughed and held your hand- ignoring Wandas previous comment- You didn’t realize what she meant, because Wanda said only Mama could do that. You shook it off and smiled.

“Could we get the check!” Wanda asked, frustrated. She paid for the meals and dragged you out. “Bye bye Aggie!” You said all giddy. Wanda rolled her eyes. You finally seen this and when you two were in the car you grabbed her hand. Your Mama took it away from you and drove off.

You were deeply hurt and sat holding your stuffies hands the whole way home.

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After Wanda got you in the house, she grabbed you a bottle from the fridge that had some milk in it and brought it to the living room. “Mama! What wrong?” You said pulling on her sleeve. She sighed and sat next to you in the couch, setting your bottle down.

“Baby you let her touch and kiss you. Only Mama can do that…” you instantly realized what she meant. You felt terrible. You didn’t even realize. “ ‘m sorry mama! Baby no realize..” you whispered, getting in her lap. “It’s okay. You’re to little to even see what was going on.” She whispered playing with your hair. “Sometimes Mama gets worried, that you’re gonna leave to Agatha.” As

Your eyes widened. “Nuh-uh! Never! No worry, silly Mama. I never leave.” You said before pressing multiple kisses to her face so she could cheer up. It cause her to chuckle a bit. “I’m glad..Mama got you something” you lit up as she pulled something out of the bag.

You gasped, it was hello kitty lip gloss!! You hugged your mama tight. You were rarely allowed to wear stuff like this and you were so happy. “Tank you Mama!” You squealed. She nodded and hugged you back. “Baby sorry. For being mean.” You said, looking In her eyes. “It’s okay little love.” You opened the lipgloss and read the label.

“Wanna wear it?” You nodded and Wanda opened the plastic bottle. She motioned for you to pucker your lips and you did. She quickly stole a small kiss from you. You giggled before she put on the gloss. When she was done you looked at her.

“I pretty now?” You asked with a big grin. “You’re always so pretty. Gloss or none.” She mumbled, kissing your cheek.

“Wanna show Natty?” “Yes please!”. Wanda pulled it her phone and you two took a duck lips selfie, sending it to Natasha.

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#mcu fluff #wanda maximoff #wanda x y/n #lesbian #little!reader #fluff #mommy wanda #pure fluff #wanda mcu #wanda x little!reader #wanda x you

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fakeagatha · 1 year

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in a car trip to somewhere, Agatha takes you to eat ice cream on McDonald's to shut you up because you were being annoying (just like the Donkey in Shrek asking "are we there yet?" nonstop yk?)

I'm not the most creative person but i wanted to send a request to you anyway, sorry 💗

A/n: I didn't expect to have finished one of my requests so soon, but I did it🌚

Please tell me if you spot any grammatical errors!

I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way | Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: Agatha takes you on a road trip, but you got bored, so she shuts you up with ice cream.

Words: 543

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It was any other average day in Westview, nothing special happening, until your girlfriend, Agatha Harkness, had decided to take you on a road trip.

Of course Agatha was able to leave the hex as she wasn't under Wanda's spell, which the redhead wasn't actually aware of yet. Neither were you under her spell, as you and Agatha had met before Westview, so you are both playing your roles in Wanda's fantasy.

You and Agatha didn't have anything better to do, so you grabbed a shit ton of snacks and random things before entering her car.

"Right, do you really need to bring your ring light? We'll be back by tomorrow Y/n, we're only staying one night at the hotel." Agatha commented.

"You never know if we might need it! It's just a precaution." You responded, throwing everything into the backseat.

She simply chuckled and started the engine as you put your seatbelt on while reversing out of the driveway.

As soon as she got onto the road, she turned on the radio and you started singing as loud as you possibly could.

"Oh my God!" Agatha whined, covering her ear that was facing you.

"Come on Aggie, sing with me!" You chimed, taking her free hand in yours.

She rolled her eyes, before giving in and starting to mumble the lyrics along with you.

You grinned at her, bouncing around in your seat as you sang your heart out, and it didn't take long for Agatha to start singing louder as well, before your throats started to hurt so you stopped.

"How long do we have left?" You asked the witch after a while, groaning.

"Sweetheart, we've been on the road for half an hour," She chuckled, "We've still got a couple of hours."

You leaned back into the seat, looking outside as you watched the scenery go by.

Not even five minutes later, you asked again,

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

You sighed, then, not even two minutes later,

"Almost there?"

Agatha pursed her lips, "If I take you to get ice cream, will you stop asking me that?" She looked over at you, smirking.

You quickly nodded, and she pulled into the next McDonald's she saw.

She poked her head out of the window and spoke into the machine, "I'd like two vanilla ice creams, one with strawberry syrup, thanks."

You smiled cheekily at her and she playfully rolled her eyes at you as you got to the window, and you both got your ice creams.

As she left the McDonald's driveway, you gasped.

"I forgot to ask for lemonade..."

She glared at you, and turned the car around to go back to the drive thru.

"Thank you..." You grinned at her.

"You're lucky I love you." She deadpanned, but with a hint of adoration in her eyes.

After getting your lemonade, she started driving on the highway again, trying to eat her ice cream at the same time as steering the wheel and changing the gear.

"Want me to feed you?" You asked her, and she nodded with a laugh.

That may have resulted with ice cream all over your faces and car seats, somehow on the roof as well, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

#agatha harkness #wandavision #agnes wandavision #kathryn hahn #agatha all along

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mrsaguapapi · 1 year

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Chapter 14

I Love You

The Vibe:

ALABAMA SHAKES| SOUND AND COLOR LYRICS

I find myself walking in Kissena park, the same park where I was buried. I know this is a dream for 2 major reasons, 1 being, I don't ever come back here. Something about here makes me feel a profound sadness, something I can feel deep in my soul; I usually avoid this part of town as it's too much for me to handle. My 2nd reason is that the sky was filled with a blue and purple hue, not something we usually see here in New York. As I walk along the trails of the park I find myself walking toward the lake where I was found at.

I decided to sit at the edge of the lake and watch the water ripple as I drag my hand along the top of the water. The city streets weren't booming with music and laughter as usual; It was quiet and peaceful.

"My, how beautiful you've become." I hear a woman say behind me. I turn to look at her and it was my mother. She was barefoot and dressed in white robes, her face was so similar to mine, it threw me off; but unlike myself, she looked content and at peace, there was no worry or pain written in her face like that flashback I saw of her.

Without saying a word to her I just stand and hug her, "Mom" I whisper and begin to softly cry

She holds me tightly rubbing my back, "My sweet child, I'm here now." I cry in her arms for a good 5 mins before I spoke up.

"Sorry for the waterworks" I chuckle nervously and pull away," I don't know what came over me."

"Don't apologize for releasing your feelings, my love. It's good for you, you really should do that more often. You bottle up everything, ever since you were little."

"I wouldn't know, perks of being an amnesiac" I laugh initially but then pause, "I mean no disrespect, but how would you know mom? You died..."

"Death is not the end child." she says holding the side of my face, "I've been there with you, every step of the way. Watching over you, here in the ancestral plane" She replies

"Ancestral Plane? Here? We're in it right now?" I ask and she nods "How am I able to be here? I didn't eat the heart-shaped herb "

"You're a sorceress Millaenyia, you have always been able to access this plane" I just look at her trying to process as she continues, "The Astral Dimension is made up of several planes that correspond to different afterlives. Asgardians to Valhalla, Ennead to Duat, and Wakandans to the Ancestral Plane. As a sorceress and especially as a direct descendant of Ayesha, you can easily travel here just as you breathe air."

"I've been here before, well somewhere similar, with-" I Begin

"Namor's mother" She finishes "lovely woman by the way."

"Oh my god, you've met her?" I ask

"We've become acquainted as of late" She smiles

I hold my head in my hands, "Oh god so you know about my unconscious love spell" I ask

"Yes I do" she laughs, "Oh don't be embarrassed, we both know I've done way worse with my magic." she nervously laughs

I see where I get my humor from

"Too soon" I laugh, "but seriously what were you thinking? Why risk so much? I'm trying not to be negative about this situation but I really could have used your guidance, maybe I wouldn't have ended up buried in a lake with no memory. Which by the way, is truly traumatic." I pause and recollect myself, "I'm sorry I'm not being fair. I'm just lost and confused and I need my mom"

"Don't apologize, you're my child and I failed you. That's a simple fact. With the combination of grief and the black magic from the Darkhold, I was lost and consumed by my pain. I am so sorry, I should have been there for you, and If I were there you wouldn't have gotten mixed up with Agatha." She pauses and wipes away a tear, "I'd give anything to take it all back, but I can't. What I can do now is help bring back your memories. You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending"

I exhale and chuckle, "C.S. Lewis? Big fan of his Narnia Books?" I playfully question

"I'm dead, what else am I to do? Haunt people?" She jokes wiping away a few tears. " On a serious note though we need to talk about your past." She hesitates and holds my hand, "You buried yourself in that lake and wiped your memories."

"Why?" I ask

"Not my place to say." She sighs.

"Some help you are" I exhaustedly say, "What can you tell me?"

She smiles at me," Come on it's never that easy is it?" she laughs, "The red witch can help you with your memories."

Red Witch? Red? Scarlet Witch?

"Wanda? Strange says she's dead"

"That's what she wants you to think, she's very much alive."

I nod my head, "You mentioned me being involved with Agatha? Who is she ?"

"A very powerful and evil witch; Wanda knows where she is." She replies pulling me into a hug. "I must go now my love"

"So soon? Can I see you again?" I ask suddenly feeling so sad

"Don't worry my child, I will always be here to talk." she kisses my forehead," Study the book of Ayesha. All of your ancestor's powers are in there, learn them. Keep yourself strong sweet girl." with those parting words I blink and find myself in my bed snuggled up with Namor.

The Vibe:

Michael Jackson - Butterflies (Audio)

He was on his back and holding me in his arms; lightly snoring with every exhale. I was going to try to get up but decided to enjoy his warm embrace. His natural scent was positively intoxicating, his arms were solid and his warm skin was soft and comforting. The way he was holding me made me feel so safe and loved. Honestly, this whole vibe is turning me on. I gently roll on top of him and begin to softly kiss him starting from his chest, dipping down under the blanket to kiss his stomach, and stopping at his hips lingering there for a moment. I feel Namor stirring in his sleep so I decide to start leaving hickies along his V-line while I take my cold hands and slide them up his stomach, effectively waking him up.

"Mmm good morning Ki'ichpan." Namor says, "Something on your mind?" he says uncovering my head from under the blanket.

"Just one thing at the moment," I say gently biting his hip and eventually climbing up and wrapping myself in the blanket as I straddle him.

"Care to enlighten me?" he asks as he strokes my leg

"No" I begin to laugh and shake my head "How'd you sleep?" He begins to answer but stops, getting distracted by me widening my straddle and stroking his dick with my pussy. "What's the matter, daddy? Cats got your tongue?" I ask

Ignoring my questions he rips the blanket out from around exposing me fully and admiring the way I look on top of him. I lean forward and rest my hands on either side of his head looking down into his eyes, "You like what you see?" I say slowly grinding on him and coating his dick with my juices.

"I like what I see and feel," he says as he roughly grabs my hips holding me down and grinding back, "Can you wake me up like this every day?" he asks before I crash my lips to his and fully laying on him; wanting to be as close as to him as possible.

"I think that can be arranged" I laugh, "I want you" I whisper

Without hesitation, Namor takes his dick and positions himself under me allowing me to slowly slide down until he's ball's deep inside me. Sitting up I begin to slowly bounce on him making small claps from my ass hitting his hips. He feels so hard inside of me; with every bounce, I feel him hit my deep sweet spot causing me to moan and pick up the speed. Namor steadys himself by grabbing my sides and begins to match my rhythm under me making him go deeper inside of me. Without realizing it we had doubled our pace, my tits were bouncing up and down with each bounce of my ass. I throw my head back in pure pleasure trying to focus on my incoming orgasm. Namor can feel my walls tighten around him; swiftly he grabs me flipping us over giving himself full control, "Cumming so soon?" He asks thrusting into me with full force, "Finish now and I won't let you cum for a week" he threatens

"I can't," I say in between moans, "You feel so good" I cry out

"You can" He whispers, "Do it for daddy, do it for your King" Not able to respond with words I just frantically shake my head as I try to hold on. Laying his head in the crook of my neck he continues to bury himself in me occasionally moaning and saying small praises under his breath. Closing my eyes, I focus on my breathing trying to delay my orgasm; I scratch at his back breaking skin causing him to growl in my neck," Fuck baby" He grabs my neck and lifts looking into my eyes, lightly choking and pounding into me with such force. ," Tell me you're mine" he demands

"I'm yours!" I say matching his energy

"Again!"

"I'M YOURS" I choke out barely holding on anymore

"Oh Fuck" He moans," Cum for me Ki'ichpan," He says burying his head in my shoulder and not letting go of my neck. I moan out once more allowing myself to finally enjoy my sweet release once again seeing stars completely losing myself in this pure ecstasy. Feeling my walls grip Namor's dick forcing him to reach his climax with me. I hear him whimpering in my ear as he releases himself in me, occasionally thrusting deeper and deeper making sure he fills me up fully. With one final thrust, he slowly pulls out and relaxes on top of me allowing me to play with his hair.

"I love you." I softly say

He quickly raises himself hovering over me smiling like an Idiot, "You love me?"

"I do" I laugh

"That's the first time you've said that," he says excitedly "Please say it again" He almost begs

"I love you" I giggle

"Louder," he says kissing me sloppily everywhere

"I love you!" I practically yell to the rooftops

We stay there for a while kissing, talking, and giggling enjoying our morning together in bed.

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I lend Namor a pair of my large old MIT sweats and I'm wearing a simple silk white robe. We sit at the kitchen island eating eggs and bacon for breakfast; This is our second plate, we worked up an appetite this morning. Watching him eat is such a pure site to see, he seems so happy and content and I can't help but feel that too.

"So," he says and pauses, "Are you okay? With everything with your mother I mean."

I take his hand and play with his palm before I answer, " I'm a lot better now. I have a lot to fill you in on actually."

"I'm all ears" He smiles

"It would be a lot quicker if I show you. Do you trust me?" I say smiling at him

"Of course"

I place my hand on his cheek and hold his head to mine using my memory transference to show him what I saw happen to my parents, what Steven and I found out from my family books, last night's conversation, and leaving my conversation with his mother for last. I pull away from him still holding his cheek, "You're mother is a lovely soul, I can see where you get it from" I say smiling at him

"Are you sure it wasn't a dream? Not that I doubt your gifts, I just want to be sure." He says reluctantly.

"I'm pretty sure. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." I say

"You apologize too much." He says smiling at me, "She was beautiful wasn't she?"

"Breathtakingly" I smile

He sheds a small tear; I stand up and make my way around to him and hold him allowing him to fully feel his emotions.

I wonder if he's ever let himself grieve.

We sit there for a while in silence processing our thoughts, "So, you cast a spell looking for me?" He finally speaks up smiling again like a dork

"Of course, that's the first thing you ask." I say looking away embarrassed "I didn't do it on purpose" I laugh

Namor pulls me into a kiss and steals the air from my lungs before asking me, "And who's Steven?"

Completely caught off guard, "A friend, why do you ask?" I say laughing

"You 2 seemed familiar," he says looking into my eyes

I roll my eyes at him, "I've been familiar with plenty of men and women." I position myself in between his legs and whisper in his ear, "Are you jealous?" I ask knowingly poking the bear

"I am a jealous man, I can admit that," he says nipping at my neck, "I don't like the idea of sharing"

I snake my hand in his hair and firmly grab it pulling his head back, "I don't either" He smiles and grabs my ass, starting up round 2

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The Vibe:

Frank Sinatra - Witchcraft

Namor and I have bummed around all day in the apartment, I Introduced him to Netflix so we've spent most of the day watching Hill House; for a strong stoic man he freaks out at the smallest jumpscare. Peter even joined us for a bit before he went to work. After watching episode 5 and tragically finding out who the bent-neck lady was, we both decide to take a much-needed break.

This is the perfect time to find Wanda using a locator spell.

I tell Namor my plan and he sits on the couch closely watching my every move, he was so fascinated by my magic. I clear my coffee table and lay out my map; I then go grab my decorative jar of sand and pour some on the map.

Gotta be creative...

Like before I hold my hand over the map and close my eyes focusing on an image of Wanda I have in my head.

Show me the path that I cannot find, Guide me to Wanda for I am blind.

Just as before a gust of wind flows throw my hand as I open my eyes; the sand had covered the whole map except for Sokovia...

She went home.

"Interesting," I say cleaning up my mess, "Well I know where to start looking I guess."

"Will you be going alone? I can come with you."

"She's 'The Scarlet Witch', her power is dangerous, especially for non-magic users; I'd be safer if you didn't come, no distractions." I pause and hold his hand, "Don't worry, I won't go alone; I'll bring a friend" He nods satisfied that I won't be by myself, "Well enough of that. What do ya wanna do now?" I curiously ask

"We should go out; I'd like to get to know your city," He says genuinely

"Really?" I ask

"Really" He smiles and repeats

This is going to be fun as hell

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thecharmingchimaera · 2 years

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I’ve just had my first medieval literature class and I’m about to hit the stratosphere in sheer excitement, so here’s how I think various historical literary figures would have gotten along:

Shakespeare would have ADORED Chaucer. He would the type to follow him around, wide eyed and delighted. He would ask him so many questions about romans and lyric allegory, and they would bond SO HARD over Petrarch and Classical Greece, and aaah, the thought makes me so happy. Poet bros for life.

Chaucer would be flattered if a bit amused by Shakespeare’s fanboying. Like “I appreciate this kid is a fan of my work but he’s started appearing outside my house at 3am and it’s a bit— wait, WHAT, you’re a fan of Petrarch, you wrote a version of Cressida, YOU’RE A POET TOO, YOU LIKE SONNETS, holy shit, come in, I’ll show you my library”. Shakespeare would take him to see his plays and Chaucer would be amazed and delighted.

Lord Byron would have loved Shakespeare (both in a professional way and in a 🌈 way, omg can you imagine, they’d be the best chaotic bi4bi historic literary power couple), but he’d pretend he really didn’t. You know that painfully obvious adolescent thing like “nah, he’s lame, I don’t like him THAT much, honest, I’m too cool for that (but also I’m vaguely intimidated by your reputation, but I’m the best, So There)”. Shakespeare would like him but in that chaotic “hahaha you’re hysterical, yeah you go do dumb shit while I watch, I wanna see how this goes down”

All of them would be bemused by Poe, of course. Byron would be the worst - “yeah sure Edgar, you’re a real writer, such a good writer, loook at you being such a good writer, so professional and serious, look at you, awww”, and then later after reading him Byron would turn to other people and whisper “shit, he might actually be onto something here, look at this teeth-stealing scene, huh that’s actually not bad, I might steal it for Don Juan”

Shakespeare would be a bit nicer but still amused. Like “oh wow, that’s really interesting. Yes, I see what you’re getting at, that sounds really cool. … Could you run that one by me again? I want to see if we can portray that character’s mental breakdown onstage. Oooh, there’s the sound of a disembodied heart you say? Fantastic, let’s do it”.

Ten minutes later: “There’s a WHAT. Poe, you’re fantastic. Get me an orangutang. We can put it in with the bear”

In the tea room between rehearsals:

Poe: “So umm… I wrote detective fiction to be ironic about 19th century society’s need to incriminate people rather than just enjoying analysis for analysis’ sake. People think they’re whodunits, but it’s not about ‘whodunit’ at all. That’s why I included the orangutan, to emphasise that who did it doesn’t actually matter. It’s the process of analysis that counts”

Agatha Christie, scribbling at warp speed on a notepad: “Go on”

#literature #literary studies #writers #history #historical figures #Agatha Christie #Edgar Allan Poe #Shakespeare #Lord Byron #George Gordon byron #romantic #romantic poets #chaucer #medieval literature #Middle English #Geoffrey chaucer #murders in the rue morgue #tell tale heart #Berenice

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grey-eyed-menace · 2 years

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Vague ideas for future Twisted Wonderland snippets that I can't articulate just yet, and, knowing my luck with the inspiration Gods, isn't likely to get resolved anytime soon.

Either way, they're being forced out into this thing so I don't fucking forget.

These aren't in any particular order.

The basic flurry of panic and tears Subaru goes through after getting sorted into Pomefiore, branching from this, this also likely needs to include Crowley being informed of the situation. Which mostly consists of "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT! I'M ILLITERATE!" and another poor first year diving for cover as they clutch their RSA transfer paperwork like a lifeline.

Grim's reintroduction into NRC and how he becomes the only sentient being allowed under Subaru's comforter in Pomefiore. By admission under duress, Ace still thinks the little demon is out for blood. Possibly a follow up with Diasmonia and Silver playing temporary snuggle buddy while Subaru cuddles with the first year gang.

As above, what changed with Heartslyabul storyline, and why Grim wants Ace to stop coming the fuck over to Pomefiore.

Subaru getting dragged into town so she can get actual clothes that aren't just her school and dorm uniforms by Rook before he bails due to Vice Housewarden duties and dumps her on ADeuce. The trip is ultimately derailed and ends with Subaru pushing TW!Kuzco off of Sage Island's pier and having to book it back to Night Raven before they can be held accountable. Takes place maybe a week and a half before the entire Chapter Three debacle.

Having to go into town, again, post Chapter Three to actually get those clothes before she's forced to attend a public place with Vil. She ends up tagging along with Sebek, Thorne, and Silver as they set about restocking Diasmonia's kitchen utensils, (you know why).

Riddle and Floyd getting caught making out during the immediate wind-down of Chapter Five.

Floyd squeezing Subaru for the first time, and ending up with a head hug for his troubles as Subaru just... quietly collects herself in the aftermath of Chapter One. Ends with Subaru earning a life long menace because she just goes back in for another hug once he lets go, (post chapter one, Subaru's still really fucking jittery but positive affection is positive affection).

Subaru accidentally kidnapping Tsum-Ruggie.

Tsum-Floyd purposely kidnapping Subaru. Featuring Jade as a reluctant recipient to a hug.

The one where it's revealed where the fuck Tsum-Subaru ended up.

The incident that convinced Subaru that all of her upperclassmen needed to collectively get laid. AKA Ghost Marriage. Now with cheek kisses, fifteen year old boys being idiots, and having to pretend to have the hots for your shut-in of an upperclassmen so he doesn't get carted off to the Afterlife, (and a delighted little brother who takes so many pictures and videos).

The thirty minute staring contest that happens during chapter six after Subaru threatens to start waxing lyrical about Idia again. To his parents. Followed shortly by Azul actually waxing lyrical to his parents.

Another less defined idea of Idia subtly trying to get called Shroud-senpai during Star-Sending and Subaru being called an adorable underclassmen by Agatha.

The entire reason Leona is fucking terrified of Ortho in my version of events. Featuring a gleeful Rista Caspian, a sad Agatha, and a deeply traumatized Alek Carris. Oh, and NRC during the third years first six months or so at the College, (excluding Leona, who... was technically still a third year).

Jamil and Agatha play cards and gossip post chapter-four.

What Sebek thinks constitutes as appropriate Courting Practices. Lilia looks on in amusement, Silver vague pity. Thorne and Malleus, meanwhile, are just fuckong confused.

Agatha and Idia's first week at Night Raven. And how Crowley broke his Left arm that year.

Azul Ashengrotto matchmakes.

Jade Leech being the one that actually gets the couples in question to sleep in the same bed.

The somewhat nonessential silly little cluster of scenes where people mix up Subaru's given and family name.

The rather enthusiastic make-out session between Yuuki Subaru and Agatha Paige once they both learn the other is alive in the aftermath of chapter six. Idia and Ortho are even more traumatized. Azul wins a bet. Agatha considers it premeditated revenge to what is bound to happen in Ignihyde between Azul and Idia once they get back, and Subaru is just a little light headed and happy. Neither consider this a prelude to a relationship of any kind.

A conversation had with Lilia during Subaru's birthday event, featuring a look at what being a teenager feels like at fifteen and what it looks like when your well over two thousand years old.

The wholesome little snippet of Riddle and Subaru being stupidly sibling like during an Unbirthday party.

Cater getting the privilege of a Subaru Sanctioned And Approved scrapbook for his birthday. Complete with lots of selfies.

Subaru bringing Malleus as her plus one to an Unbirthday Party post chapter three. He looms. Riddle is worried, Cater pouts, Trey is tired, Ace questions his life choices, and Deuce...? Deuce makes conversation. Awkward and stilted, but conversation!

Subaru hugging a rightfully confused Thorne, and not letting go for a solid thirty minutes. Featuring a very confused and indigent Sebek.

Leona's increasingly elaborate plots to avoid Subaru post chapter-two, because he's a lot of things, but watching one of his tiny underclassmen looking at him in legitimate abject terror over something isn't something he likes dealing with.

Ruggie and Thorne's late night Cafeteria Raids. Cuter then you'd expect. And sadder.

Rista and Floyd's ongoing rivalry for the most unhinged Octaniville member. Jade wins by a landslide.

Someone finally confides in Subaru that two of the scariest people on campus think she's cute. Subaru, who's seen both of these idiots fail at largely normal human things, thinks they're idiots.

The master chef competition, and how Subaru got banned from it. Featuring a rightfully terrified Crowely and a stab happy Grim.

Winter Break cuddling. With Grim.

Why Subaru let's Grim easy access to knives.

Subaru's completely justified reaction to learning Rook has been taking pictures of her without explicit permission, and has more or less been stalking her after being informed of her situation, and her very violent want to get the fuck away from him afterwards.

Dorm room transfer following Chapter Five, both for ease of access due to a broken ankle, and because the repurposed storage room isn't so much cutting as it is the fact that it's directly across from Rook's personal room. Sleepover with Epel.

Why you don't fuck with Pomefiore First Years. They will stab you with the nearest available object, and the staff either won't believe you, or they themselves were once Pomefiore First Years and know you provoked it.

Some idiot decides to finally comment on the casual dates Subaru has with some of her social circle. Rook may or may not be responsible for stringing them up in front of their dormitory with a length of rope.

The fall-out of the association with Vil's fanclub, and Epel and Subaru's collective investment in a metal baseball bat as a precaution.

Time Travel shenanigans featuring Subaru and the Obey Me! cast.

How Subaru ended up in Twisted Wonderland.

Future snippet of the fifth year graduation for most of the third years.

That one Age-Swap AU where Epel and Subaru are still as feral as they are as first years as they are Housewardens.

The rather sad expectation of Subaru waking back up in that antiques shop with nothing to show for it except what feels like a very realistic dream. Meets the Shop-Keep a very... familiar face.

Sebek finally hikes up his metaphorical skirt and asks a pretty girl out. Thorne just thinks he's adorable. They get a date snippet post chapter seven.

Blanc March, ex-Housewarden, expresses a desire to pinch Riddle's cheeks. Riddle collars him.

Tsum-Sebek and aggressive snuggles.

A bunch of post chapter seven stuff that's on the back burner until the release.

Malleus and Subaru have a long talk about what they think about each other.

Vil gets tackled during Chapter Six. By Epel.

Agatha's Union Birthday.

Valentine's Day, NRC Remix. AKA Subaru stares way too long at at certain people and nearly has a breakdown over arrangements. Agatha is told she's appreciated. And Thorne beats Lilia out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon. Oh, and Ruth nearly gets thrown out a window.

Pillowtalk, discussions of romance, Ace has a Sexuality Crisis, and gender-switch potions.

Neige asks Subaru out post chapter six. Agatha has an entire laughing fit over it while offering no help to a near hysteric Vil. Followed shortly by 'Why couldn't you ask her out?' which is answered by the subsequent 'I like having an intact spine'.

Thorne and Silver talk about loneliness, Sebek and Thorne talk about fear, Malleus and Thorne have what might qualify as 'Girl Talk'. Lilia has a moment of pride.

The death of Thorne's crush on Lilia, and Silver's unfortunate need to lay out the facts.

Cater tutors an underclassmen through becoming Tech Literate, and gets an unfortunate crush.

#Disney's Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland #Twisted #Wonderland #TWST Wonderland #TWST

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👻💢💤💐🌙☀️🌌🍼✏️🔫

Thank you for the ask!! For sole survivor Nora Navarre:

💢 ANGER answered here!

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their “ghostly experiences”, if any?

Nora emphatically does not believe in ghosts, psychics, or the supernatural. A few of her companions, notably Nick and Deacon, point out that there's plenty of stuff out in the Commonwealth that's arguably weirder than ghosts and it would be silly to discount that sort of thing wholesale and--frankly--arbitrarily, but she's stubborn.

Meeting the Fog Mother is... quite an experience for her.

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

Nora suffers from insomnia and struggles with sleeping restfully and regularly. She listens to the radio turned down low, or tuned to static for white noise. When her husband was still alive, he would rub her back to help her sleep. (Later, Nick does the same thing.)

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

Daffodil, calla lily, moonflower, zinnia, forget-me-nots, sunflower, and morning glory.

Daffodils for spring and new beginnings, calla lillies for life (and death), moonflowers for the night/darkness (the safest time for a Railroad agent to operate), and zinnias and forget-me-nots for remembering absent loved ones. Sunflowers are too big for a bouquet, but they remove harmful pollutants and radiation from soil by absorbing it through their roots, and of course resemble the sun. Morning glories because she likes them; they're her favorite of the bunch. She grew them along the fence behind her home in Sanctuary.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

More than anything, Nora wants Shaun back. She is willing to go very, very far to that end--and tells herself that no matter what, she'll be satisfied if she can find the truth.

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Nora's dead to the world until her first cup of coffee or tea in the morning, but brushing and rebraiding her hair is her first priority.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Actually, when I first started playing FO4, I played as the male sole survivor, and so I thought of Nora originally as a background character who was only relevant as far as he knew her. Then I got like 20 hours in, realized how many other characters had dead wives, and went "okay, I'm playing the lady character now."

So the first thing I decided was her appearance. I had an idea of what she looked like before but didn't draw her until I switched protagonists. She's changed a little since my initial drawings of her back in late 2020, but the angular features, long hair, dark skin, and freckles are the same. Compare and contrast:

It's cool to see how she's changed over the last two and a half years (and how my art has improved--I think it's more consistent and less rigid).

As far as inspiration, I pulled some of her personality--the toughness and determination combined with a love of dressing up and looking nice--from stories my grandmother told me of her grandmother.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

Before having Shaun, Nora was ambivalent about children. She's always been good with them, as a lot of the responsibility for her two younger sisters fell on her when she was a teenager. But she didn't want any of her own.

After Shaun, and while she's searching for him, she dotes on children she meets in her travels, especially Duncan MacCready. She would like to do the same for Nat Wright, but Nat doesn't let her.

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

Quote: "A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path." --Agatha Christie, The Last Seance

Lyric: "Illuminate my way with bricks of yellow / a painted road to follow fallen hallows / and through the forest haunted / I sojourn forward dauntless for I know / I've no place like a home." --Dirt Poor Robins, "Wax Cylinder Sonata"

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

When she first wakes up in the Commonwealth, she's in a situation where she can't help but trust complete strangers (Preston, Danse, Piper, and Nick), because there is no way she'd be able to navigate this new and unfamiliar world on her own. On the other hand--this is a new and unfamiliar world, and she has zero context for anything. She's completely out of her element, and doesn't want to trust because of that. So she's quite conflicted for a while.

After she gets her bearings, she doesn't trust easily, but she is willing, and willing to give people second chances as well, depending on the circumstances.

Nora would never intentionally/willingly betray a friend or loved one, though if given an ultimatum she may try to deceive the one giving it to her into thinking she's going along with it. (In my fic, this is basically what happens with the Railroad and Institute--Nora convinces the Directorate to let the Railroad and Brotherhood fight it out instead of getting the Institute involved in a direct conflict. It doesn't go the way she plans.)

#ty for the ask! thinking about this one got me through most of my shift at work #rest in peace to my first sole survivor. he's dead now #except in an au of my own fic where they both live. that's a comedy instead of a tragedy.#dana is a hardcore silver shroud cosplayer. he gets really into it. he's so goofy.#autumn.oc #autumn.fic #fic: until dawn #oc: nora navarre #oc: dana #i mean i talk about him in the tags and he's mentioned #no spoilers for the fog mother situation in my fic but nora's refusal to believe she's a ghost #(...or a radioactive pond water induced hallucination...)#is a plot point i had WAY too much fun with

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The song is Agatha all along from WandaVision

My favorite lyric would have to be

Its been Agatha All Along

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dathen · 3 years

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Who’s been messing up everything? IT’S BEEN ANNABELLE ALL ALONGGG! Who’s been pulling every evil string? IT’S BEEN ANNABELLE ALL ALONGGG!

She’s insidious! So perfidious! That you haven’t even noticed! And the pity is (pity is!) (pity pity pity pity)

It’s too late to fix anything, now that everything has gone wrong~

Thanks to Annabelle!

Naughty Annabelle!

It’s been Annabelle all aLONG!

(And I killed Salesa too!)

#the magnus archives #tma #tma spoilers #annabelle cane #Okay not precisely true but you have to admit the lyrics work too well #to the tune of Agatha All Along of course #annabelle deserves a campy theme song

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oscar-lettjohanssonloveme · 3 years

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Who's been messing up everything?

#cmon guys lets get the whole lyrics down here whoohoo #agatha harkness #agatha all along #wandavison spoilers #wandavision

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tomboyjessie13-artblog · 3 years

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Who's been messing up everything? It's been Majora all along

Who's been pulling every evil string? It's been Majora all along

They’re insidious (ha-ha!) So perfidious That you haven't even noticed

And the pity is (the pity is) Pity, pity, pity, pity

It's too late to fix anything Now that everything has gone wrong

Thanks to Majora (ha!) Naughty Majora It's been Majora all along!

Majora: And I killed the Deku Butler’s Son too...Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

#lyrics #legend of zelda #majora's mask #crossover #wandavision #it was agatha all along #i had to do it

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CONGRATULATIONS WANDAVISION FOR 23 EMMY NOMINATIONS

Outstanding Limited Series Outstanding Lead Actress in a Limited Series or Movie Outstanding Lead Actor in a Limited Series or Movie Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Limited Series of Movie Outstanding Directing for a Limited Series or Movie Outstanding Writing for a Limited Series or Movie - "Filmed Before a Live Studio Audience", "All-New Halloween Spooktacular", "Previously On" Outstanding Production Design for a Narrative Program Outstanding Casting for a Limited Series or Movie Outstanding Fantasy/Sci-Fi Costumes Outstanding Period and/or Character Hairstyling Outstanding Period and/or Character Makeup Outstanding Main Title Design Outstanding Music Composition for a Limited Series, Movie, or Special - "Previously On" Outstanding Original Main Title Theme Music Outstanding Original Music and Lyrics - "Breaking the Fourth Wall: Agatha All Along" Outstanding Music Supervision - "Don't Touch That Dial" Outstanding Single-Camera Picture Edition for a Limited Series or Movie - "On A Very Special Episode", "The Series Finale" Outstanding Sound Mixing for a Limited Series or Movie - "The Series Finale" Outstanding Sound Editing for a Limited Series or Movie - "The Series Finale" Outstanding Special Visual Effects

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happiness - peter maximoff

yay a new peter fic <3 i was feeling a little unmotivated for a few days (since our boy wasn’t in episode 8 at all :/) but im back 😎 although im back in school so i might be on and off for a while 😩✋🏻

!!!it’s not a songfic those lyrics at the start are just my inspo!!!

word count: 5k <3 😳

warnings: maybe swearing but i dont think so i cant remember, peter being sad, angst, but mostly fluff, WandaVision spoilers maybe??? I pretty much made up this plot so idk, endgame spoilers, reader was an avenger, kissing but it’s not graphic😽 probably some mistakes yk how it is

feedback is appreciated <3

tagging: @enchantedcruelsummer (should i make a peter maximoff taglist? let me know and I’ll do it)

masterlist

haunted by the look in my eyes that would’ve loved you for a lifetime

leave it all behind

& there is happiness

Loneliness had always been something that plagued him. That and a plethora of other negative emotions.

There wasn’t a day that went by where Peter Maximoff wasn’t made to feel like a loser. Admittedly, he’d never held himself to a high standard, he grew up thinking that he’d never fit in anywhere and eventually that thought mutated into a lifestyle as he began isolating himself from the world around him, either far too good or heartbreakingly not enough to be a part of that crowd.

He liked spending time with himself. Nobody else knew him the way he knew him, and still, he found nothing but an overwhelming hollow space where his deepest most important hopes, aspirations, dreams and self discoveries should have resided.

Peter had always put this feeling of exile down to the fact that he was a mutant, it was the most likely explanation, right?

It was only when he’d decided to join the X-Men that he finally came to the conclusion that maybe the rest of the world wasn’t the problem, nor was his mutation the problem, but that he himself was the problem. For even in a school full of people exactly like him he was still the same loser that he was in his mother’s basement.

And he was under no illusions that that was exactly what his teammates saw in him; nothing. No potential. Just a space holder to bring the numbers up.

Super speed was incredible. That’s how Peter acknowledged jobs well done, he praised his speed but never himself. He just saved Charles and Erik from a room full of armed guards? No that wasn’t him, that was simply his speed. He saved an entire mansion full of people from a potentially fatal explosion? Nothing special, Kurt probably could’ve done the same.

Forget all of the good deeds and saved lives because the bottom line of it all, to him at least, was that all he was good for was cheeky one liners and hopeless kleptomania.

His life took a turn for the worse when he found himself being mind controlled in an alternate universe. And even then, he was playing the part of someone that wasn’t him, the thought humbled him, reconnected him to his roots and reintroduced him to his life long philosophy that he’d never be anything more than a social pariah. Not even an alternate reality could accept him for who he was. There wasn’t a warm welcome and despite not knowing what was going on, the definition of “imposter” or the weirder, “recast”, still shot to kill.

He settled on the notion that he was an inter dimensional waste of space. At least in WestView he could be blissfully ignorant, let the real him be drowned mercilessly in favour of being an integral part of someone’s life- to feel important, even if it wasn’t real.

When WestView fell apart he was completely lost. In every sense of the word. In a new world with no way home and as it turned out, nobody was looking for him. Although he didn’t expect anyone to care, it still stung that nobody did. He always hoped that one day Erik would step up as a father figure for him, this; getting kidnapped and smuggled into a different dimension, seemed like the perfect moment for that epic father son moment, but it wouldn’t surprise Peter if his father has yet to notice his disappearance.

But then, seemingly out of nowhere, he came into contact with a beacon of hope. A guiding star that might possibly lead him to an existence consisting of something other than misery and self loathing.

It offered him a choice; return to being the self proclaimed loser he was known as or start fresh as someone new and mysterious, with first impressions yet to be made and conclusions about him yet to be drawn. Peter had known himself to be rash in the past, when it came to making decisions he had the tendency to act impulsively, never putting too much thought into how his decisions would affect his life in the long term. The choice before him now is no different, he knew exactly what he wanted going forward, however selfish the choice may have been, the second he realised it was an option his heart was set on it.

That previously mentioned beacon of hope arrived to him in the form of a girl, in the form of you. An ex-avenger and close friend of Wanda’s, you were hired by S.W.O.R.D to help them clean up the more ‘sensitive’ fallout that the fall of WestView brought about. Obviously, they were sticking you- the only other avenger with magik- on babysitting and rehabilitation rather than letting you go after your best friend who had gone completely off the rails. Having said that though, you didn’t want anyone else handling him.

You hadn’t watched WandaVision, nor were you even aware that any of it was going on until it had reached a boiling point and you got a call from Monica Rambeau, she’d begged you to come and wait on the edge of town while she went in and act as her eyes on the outside along with Jimmy Woo.

That’s where you stayed until the hex broke down.

As soon as the barrier came down the base you manned was overrun by an armada of terribly confused and distressed citizens, Monica and Wanda were not among them but in their places stumbled in Darcy and the man playing the role of Pietro.

Jimmy appointed himself to Darcy, who in all honesty seemed relatively unscathed by the situation while you made a beeline for the dirty blonde charading as your former, dead teammate.

Peter was, to put it simply, completely enthralled by you as soon as you’d strolled over to him and in the moment he’d put his almost magnetic attraction to you down to the fact that you were the first friendly face he’d seen upon breaking free of Agatha’s possession.

But one thing in particular struck him; you’d asked him his name. You hadn’t immediately assumed him to be some knock off Pietro, as everyone else had. You acknowledged that he had his own personal identity and despite how often he caught himself hating the person he was, he found that when it was torn away from him that he wanted it back. The simple question you posed gave him the opportunity to regain his identity.

“Peter. My name is Peter.” He answered you, almost unsure of himself and you found your interest in the man piqued even further.

He remembered with perfect clarity the way you’d offered him a grin, tilted your hand, extended your hand and said, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Peter. Come on, I’ll be your babysitter for the next while.” There was something about the way you’d laughed after saying the words and the slight, yet unmistakable, glint of mischief in your eyes that had him captivated from the get go.

With you came a whirlwind of new emotions. After only a few weeks of knowing you, Peter noticed he wasn’t as lonely as he had been back home. He didn’t hate himself half as much either, he wasn’t entirely free of self deprovative tendencies and maybe he never would be, but undoubtedly, he likes himself more in this world than he ever had in his last. He thanked you and your determination to make him “a functioning member of society” for that.

It didn’t feel belittling, the way you helped him. You hadn’t dragged him to your favourite mall every weekend just to taunt him about how he couldn’t stop himself from stealing something. Even the very first time, when he’d sped away from you and returned within a second adoring a pair of freshly stolen sunglasses. Your only reaction had been to laugh and casually place your hands on both sides of his face.

“At least remember to take the tag off next time, speedy.” You’d muttered, subtly pulling the tacky stickers off the arms of his shades. No, you weren’t dragging him sight seeing or forcing him to help you go clothes shopping because you thought he was a loser who needed reforming you were doing it because you were a true friend who wanted him to succeed.

The pair of you seemed like two peas in a pod. Which to be fair, you were. Peter Maximoff intrigued you in every sense of the word. He was new, quite literally other worldly, he was kind, he was funny, he was perfectly mischievous and completely wonderful.

What caught your eye the most was the way he held himself, as if he wasn’t entirely comfortable in his own skin. It became apparent to you that he lacked confidence with the phrases he usually tacked onto the ends of his sentences. When you’d invite him to hang out in the beginning his response would always be something along the lines of, “Sure. If you want me to.” But the excitable puppy dog eyes told you that he was dying for someone to want him to tag along some place.

There was a certain understanding between you. You were both more than accustomed with the harrowing feeling of being alone and even though you’d never exactly voiced those thoughts with each other, you couldn’t deny that his was a spirit kindred to your own and he felt it too.

Since the Avengers has disbanded, one of your best friends, Natasha, was dead and your other best friend, Wanda, was gone completely off the rails and the people chasing her wouldn’t let you anywhere near her or even attempt to help pull her out of her darkness. You were being kept as a wildcard in case they needed her taken down. Peter was no stranger to the feeling of being cast aside and so he quickly responded to your frustrations, and in doing so, forced himself out of his comfort zone to be there for you. To his complete shock though, you’d been so appreciative of his efforts.

You never failed to thank him for the little things he did for you, always complimenting his mutation when he’d use it and giving him the recognition he never received at home. The friendship he formed with you was so… two sided, again, something he wasn’t accustomed to before. It didn’t involve him giving everything he had to offer and receiving nothing in return, you matched his energy meticulously and never left him hanging.

In a series of firsts, he didn’t wonder whether or not you genuinely liked him, never feeling the need or want to question it as you’d left him with no reason to doubt.

As he walked around the mall with you now, his mind brought his attention back to the question you’d asked him rather casually a few nights ago. You were both lounging on your couch, watching some ridiculous reality show (a favourite of yours and Peter’s) when you’d turned your head to look at him, a thoughtful look on your face. “Do you think when S.W.O.R.D figures the technology out to crack into other realities, you’ll go back to yours?”

The question had taken him aback for a second, in all honesty, he hadn’t thought about going home, not when he was with you at least and considering he’d become your roommate about three weeks after he got out of WestView, the thought of returning to his old life had barely crossed his mind.

Being an ex-Avenger you were fairly well off, you lived alone in a two bedroom apartment in New York that you’d bought to be closer to Stark tower. Peter had nowhere to go and aside from having a spare room to offer you’d also been sort of lost in the current of the busy city with everyone you once loved in the area either dead, on the run or busy elsewhere.

While the question hadn’t crossed Peter’s mind, it had crossed yours on several occasions. He’d been staying with you for six months and the moment you realised that he was becoming one of the most important people in your life, the thought of him leaving you too weighed on your mind but at the end of the day you wanted him to feel happy. He deserved to feel happy and if going back to his reality brought him that happiness then you’d support him.

“Dunno,” he’d replied, turning to face you, chucking a handful of popcorn at you when you looked incredulous at his response, “To be honest I haven’t really thought about it, m’way too busy babysitting you anyway.” He joked, effortlessly dodging the few pieces of popcorn you attempted to throw at him.

For the last few nights, the question haunted him, but it wasn’t just the question that was bothering him. You were at the forefront of his mind as he replayed the past six months of his life which also happened to be the best six months of his life. WestView put him through hell but coming out the other side of it and meeting you felt like heaven.

He weighed up the pros and cons of returning to his native timeline. The cons: he’d have to leave you behind, he’d go back to being the loser who nobody took seriously, his talents would be downplayed and disregarded and he’d inevitably end up revisiting his lifestyle of solitude. Then there was the pros: he’d get to reunite with his pac man machine. He couldn’t manage to think up anything else.

If he stayed he’d have everything he ever wanted and needed. You’d be there and he knew you always would be, besides he couldn’t leave you knowing that you needed him. If he left who would wake you up when you had night terrors about the catastrophe that your reality was still recovering from? There would be nobody there to comfort you when you woke up from the nightmares, reliving the deaths of Natasha, Tony or Vision and the experience of being snapped out of existence? If he wasn’t there to make you laugh when you were about to cry then who would be? In his heart of hearts he knew you had a huge support system at your disposal, he’d met most of them. Even though he was well aware that Sam visited you as often as he could, that Bucky wrote you letters on a monthly basis and sometimes tagged along with Sam on his visits, that Stephen Strange appeared in your apartment whenever the urge struck him, that the literal god of thunder invited you out for beer whenever he was visiting Earth, that the little spider-kid, also named Peter, swung by your apartment at least once a week to tell you all about school and his good deeds. Despite knowing all of this and knowing all of these people loved you dearly, Peter wanted to be your main source of support, he didn’t want to be someone who came and went, who’d love you then leave you. He wanted to be with you through anything and everything and the feeling that you’d love him for a lifetime had him satisfied with the decision he was about to make.

If leaving his old life meant he could stay here, with you, and experience happiness for more than a fleeting moment then he’d simply; leave it all behind.

“I’ve been thinking about what you asked me the other night.” He spoke through a mouthful of curly fries. You were sitting in the food court of the mall when he decided to let you in on his desire to stay with you indefinitely.

You raised your eyebrow, “You? Putting thought into an answer? Peter, I think I’m starting to become a bad influence on you.” You told him teasingly, taking a long sip of your drink as he rolled his eyes humorously.

“You’re a terrible influence which is exactly why I’ve decided to stay here and put you on the straight and narrow.” The glee you felt at his statement was undeniable, your eyes lit up and your lips curled upwards.

“You’re staying? Really staying?” Your smile was contagious, Peter’s face now painted with a wide grin as he nodded his head.

In a moment of weakness he frantically added, “Y’know only if you want me to though. If you don’t that’s completely cool.” He rushed through the words, feeling more embarrassed when the fond look on your face never faded.

“Of course I want you to stay. You mean a lot to me.” You reassured him, a gentle smile on your lips as you reached across the metal table, intertwining your fingers with his.

Peter squeezed your hand gratefully, holding it in his grasp securely and allowing his smile to return to his face, “I know. You mean a lot to me too.” It was somewhat of an understatement, he was starting to understand that you didn’t just mean a lot, but that you meant everything.

His resolution lifted a huge weight off your shoulders that you wouldn’t be losing yet another best friend. You were glad he’d be with you when everything blew over with Wanda, the two of them definitely had the potential to develop a beautiful sibling relationship and they both deserved that. Of course, Peter would never replace Pietro and having known them both it was obvious just how different the two men were, the only thing they had in common being their powers and last name. Still, he and Wanda would still be able to work on it. He didn’t hate her after WestView and you knew Wanda well enough to know that she was kind hearted and she’d be more than willing to give him a chance. When she eventually comes back to her senses, that it.

As the months went on, life with you and Peter seemed to only get better. You never stopped laughing, your nightmares died down and Peter had taken on a whole new lease of life. Yourself and Peter were the perfect example of meeting the right person at the right time, you balanced each other out and accentuated the other’s good qualities.

Peter could now say with complete confidence that he was happy and what’s more is that he was finally sure that he was making someone happy.

Up until nearly eleven months of living together your relationship had been purely platonic, save for the constant flirting but flirtation pretty much ran in yours and Peter’s blood. Peter wasn’t going to lie to himself, he’d fallen for you the second you’d peeled the security tags off his stolen sunglasses.

You, on the other hand, had been fighting with yourself because yes, you love Peter but you couldn’t have told him when there was the possibility he’d eventually leave and now so much time has passed and you’ve got such a good thing going you didn’t have it in you to ruin it.

However, all of that changed when your original Maximoff best friend came knocking on your door.

Wanda was on the run. She’d caused an amazing amount of chaos but Stephen Strange and S.W.O.R.D were hot on her trail and now she needed a place to lay low with the twins. She figured there was no place more reliable to go than to the always open arms of her best friend, who conveniently had a divinity for earth magik and could muster up a protective barrier without raising suspicions. And that’s exactly where she found herself; outside your door.

You’d been chasing Peter around the apartment when you heard the knock on the door. Peter was on the opposite end of the kitchen to you, using the bar as a shield from you. “You better get that.”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” You glared as you spoke, it was his own fault really. What sort of idiot jumpscares a witch while she’s mid-meditation? He’d frightened you so badly you accidentally blasted a ball of your signature green energy and ruined your favourite couch throw pillow. When you were ready to pounce on the scared speedster the knocks sounded again, more frantic this time.

With one last glare towards Peter you stomped towards the door. Your anger melted away completely when you saw her. Her hood was up and she looked completely exhausted, two small hooded little boys by her side.

“Wanda…” You breathed out, relief flooding your system at the sight of her alive. She didn’t get a chance to speak before your arms were pulling her against you tightly, hugging her as if your life depended on it. Wanda returned in your embrace, allowing herself to relax for the first time in nearly a year, she sniffled against your shoulder, holding back tears as she realised how much she’d truly missed you.

Billy and Tommy watched in confusion as their mother cried into your shoulder. They didn’t know who you were, all their mother had told them was that they were going somewhere safe.

It was the yell of one of the boys that caused you and Wanda to separate, “Uncle P!” With that you felt a familiar rush of air across your leg but instead of Peter appearing one of the kids was gone.

You shared a perplexed look with Wanda, although your confusion was for different reasons.

“Hey hell raisers!” Peter responded, catching the mini speedster who all but threw himself at him barely regaining his balance before the other child had flung himself into the hug.

“Wanda? Those two… are they...?” You started, at a loss for words Wanda cut you off quietly, her tone as disbelieving as yours.

“My children? Yes. Is that…?” You nodded your head numbly, anticipating the end of her question.

“Your fake brother? Yeah.” Quickly, you realised you and a wanted woman catching up with the door wide open wasn’t ideal and you ushered Wanda inside, shutting the door when she walked in.

“Hey.” Peter greeted her simply, as if he hadn’t been used as a meat puppet in her altered reality. It wasn’t in his nature to hold any grudges.

“Hi?” Wanda replied, her voice still twinged with confusion.

“Peter, will you keep an eye on the kids for a bit? Wanda and I have some catching up to do.” You asked him with a nervous laugh, just thankful that Wanda was too tired to argue with your suggestion.

Peter ruffled the boys’ hair and gave you a grin, “Only if you stop trying to kill me.”

You rolled your eyes as you began to lead Wanda into your bedroom, “You’re on probation, jerk.” You called over your shoulder.

Once you were securely in your bedroom, the door locked and sitting comfortably you fixed Wanda with an amused look, “I’d ask you what’s new but I’m not sure I even wanna know.”

Wanda gave you a sad smile while she shook her head, “No, you probably don’t. I will tell you tomorrow, I don’t want to get into it tonight. I’m so tired.” She admitted, her voice overcome with sadness.

“I’ll pump up the air mattress and you and the boys can sleep in here for however long you need. I’d offer you the spare room but that’s where Peter’s been staying and I don’t think empty food containers are the kind of decor you’d be into.” Wanda nodded, squeezing your hand gratefully.

“So his name is Peter?” She asked, curious about the man Agatha had used to trick her in WestView.

You nodded in confirmation, “Yeah. Peter Maximoff, actually.”

Wanda’s brows came to a furrow at that, “Maximoff? So he’s a relation?”

“Yes and no. Peter is from a different reality but he’s still a Maximoff and he’s got super speed. So, and this is just my theory, while you’re not directly related he could still be your brother- if you wanted him to.” You explained, as gently as you could, not trying to push her too far but to nudge the idea in her direction.

Wanda, to your surprise, didn't seem to hate the suggestion, “What is he like?”

A genuine smile made it onto your face then, as you shot into your description of your roommate, “He’s caring, funny, a little bit of a kleptomaniac but he’s working on it. He’s understanding and moronically selfless, moronic in the sense that he doesn’t even realise he’s being selfless. Huge pain in the ass too.” Wanda had a soft smile on her face by the time you’d finished.

“You like him.” Was all she said and you let out a laugh in disbelief, standing up and opening the door.

“Go grab a shower. I’ll have Peter blow up the air mattress while I go introduce myself to my god sons.”

“I thought you’d at least wait until I actually asked you.” Wanda laughed as you walked out of the room.

Things moved fairly quickly after that. As promised you introduced yourself to Billy and Tommy as their god mother, which they seemed more than thrilled about and you assumed that excitement had to do with whatever description of you Peter had given them. Wanda and the twins were all cleaned and fed and had all but collapsed into bed, foregoing the air mattress and huddling together in your double bed instead.

“Where are you sleeping, mother Teresa?” Peter teased as he noticed your eyes drooping where you stood.

“On the couch probably. Or the air mattress.” You mumbled, cutting yourself off with a yawn.

Peter, unimpressed with your options, scoffed, “No way. Come on, you can bunk with me.”

Much like Wanda, you were too tired to argue and you let Peter pull you to his, surprisingly clean, room by the hand.

You both crawled into the bed, lying close together despite the amount of empty space on the mattress.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Your soft voice broke through the silence and Peter turned his head to look at you.

“About Wanda?” You nodded your head, watching him intently as he rolled onto his side, facing you more comfortably.

Peter shrugged lightly, “I’m feeling ok. Just glad the twins still see me as their cool uncle.” You let out a small laugh at his response.

“Wanda was asking about you. Seemed interested in getting to know the real you.” You informed him, your heartwarming as you watched a hopeful look fall across his face.

A lull settled over the room once again and Peter caught himself staring at you. His eyes drifted over every visible part of you, reminding him of most of the points on his pros list for staying in your universe; your eyes, your lashes, your nose, your lips, you.

“What’re you thinking about?” The sound of your tired voice pulled him out of his thoughts and ultimately pushed him to bite the bullet and tell you how he’s feeling. With you curled up beside him, in his bed, fighting sleep just to stay in his company for as long as you could; he knew there would be no better time.

“Just about how happy I am to be here with you.” He answered you honestly, the butterflies in both of your stomachs fluttering in sync at his words.

You trailed a hand under the duvet and onto the bedsheets between your bodies, feeling around until you found his hand and gently intertwined your fingers. “I’m happy you decided to stay.”

“What you’ve all gone through in this timeline sucks- don’t get me wrong-“ Peter started sincerely, scooting closer to you and dropping his head back down on the edge of your pillow, leaving the pair of you practically nose to nose as he went on.

“And I hate that Wanda had to go through so much… but I’m really glad that it led me to you.” Peter swore in that moment, right after the confession left his mouth, that he could die right now and be completely content knowing that you now knew how he felt.

His heart stopped, and he thought that maybe he was about to die, when you gave him the softest, sweetest smile he’d ever been on the receiving end of and whispered, “I feel the same.”

Time moved in slow motion as he felt you moving your intertwined hands towards your lips, your lips pressed gently against the back of Peter’s hand before you brought them to rest against your chest.

It was a fact to say that Peter Maximoff had never felt intimacy quite like this before. But, experiencing it now, with you, led him to wonder how he’d ever survived without it. He wasn’t sure whether it was natural to crave more, especially when the affection you were showing him was so gentle, but he didn’t care as he let the impulsive side of him take over.

Not sparing another word, Peter closed the small distance between your lips and his. His free hand cupped your jaw while yours wasted no time in getting tangled in his silver hair.

His lips moved softly and surprisingly slowly over yours and he savoured the feeling of your hand holding his while your other got lost in his hair, your body pressed up against him, the way your jaw moved against his palm as you reciprocated the movement of his lips and the taste of your lips, promising himself he’d never let the memory slip from his mind for as long as he lived.

With complete clarity, Peter could say he had felt true, genuine happiness and he had no doubt in his mind that there was absolutely nothing Charles, Hank, Scott or anyone else from his original timeline could say to make him leave this happiness behind. Because in the process of forgetting his old life, he couldn’t deny that he has undoubtedly found himself in the position of a man who had so much more to live for.

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wandavision x reader #wandavision spoilers #x men x reader #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #mcu #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader

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No Publishing Journey Looks the Same

To find an agent, or to self-publish? That is the question many authors ask themselves. Whichever way you choose, no publishing journey is easy—and no publishing journey looks the same. Today, long-time Wrimo Elayna Mae Darcy, author of Still the Stars, shares their publishing journey, and the things they learned along the way:

When put under a microscope, NaNoWriMo turns out to be much more than an annual writing event—it is an idea that contains vast multitudes. As individuals, it teaches us the joys of dedicating ourselves to a task and striving to achieve it. As writers, it provides us with a community of like minded dreamers and word weavers to lift us up when all feels lost. And as I recently learned, the Wrimo’s journey also proved to be an unlikely mentor on the pursuit of self publication.

As a seasoned Wrimo with seventeen years of participation under my belt, the NaNo Way comes easy to me now. Pick an idea, chase it with reckless abandon for 30 days, revel in whatever I manage to accomplish at a brewery with writing friends when it's all over, repeat annually. But as my boy Obi-Wan Kenobi would say, NaNo looks quite different “from a certain point of view.”

I’ve spent many a noveling month working on writing and rewriting the same book, a project called STILL THE STARS. And as I tackled it November after November, I also did massive amounts of research on the publishing industry. I wanted to devour as much information as I could. How to query, what’s it like working with an agent, what’s the revision process like with a professional editor, the list goes on. By the time I started querying, I thought for sure that this established, tried and true path was the only one that could lead me to success for my fictional work. I used the same focus and determination from years of NaNo noveling and directed it all towards this new goal.

But as rejection after rejection from agent after agent rolled in and the years wore on, there was a strange, familiar feeling that washed over me. It was the same sense of doubt I’d get when a NaNo project would hit a wall. It was a feeling of hopelessness, of wanting to just defenestrate the whole book and take up knitting instead. I began questioning why I was even bothering in the first place when it felt like the universe was holding up a giant sign saying NOPE. NOT FOR YOU.

If you’ve ever participated in NaNo, this is a feeling which conjures to mind the soft, aching lyrics that go, “Hello darkness, my old friend…” As this feeling started taking up all my energy, I very nearly gave up. But then I took a step back and asked myself the age old question, WWNMD? (What Would NaNoWriMo Me Do?)

“Our resilience is one of our most powerful weapons.”

Every time those feels hit in November, or I have to experience one of my Phillywrimos or writing sprint buddies encountering them, I am conditioned to respond with resilience. To just keep putting one word in front of the other, even if I end up needing to spend ages editing it later. One of the most valuable pieces of writing advice anyone ever gave me was, “You can’t fix a blank page,” and that is something that has been reinforced into my DNA with each passing November, as I manage to rally out of that hopelessness and keep forging ahead.

What I needed was to apply this same energy not just to the act of writing, but to my publishing journey as well. The road to publication is just as fraught with road bumps, dark nights of the soul, and plot twists that would make even Agatha Christie’s head spin. But we don’t give up, do we? NaNoWriMo teaches us that. That our resilience is one of our most powerful weapons.

That’s why I finally decided to change course and pursue self publication. Because the truth that no one wants to tell you in an age of endless blog posts about “How To Publish Your Book In X Easy Steps” is that no writer’s journey is the same. Just because your favorite author managed to land an agent after a frenzied few weeks of writing one manuscript or because someone else you know stuck with querying 500 times over 10 years until they got their yes, does not mean you have to. Your journey is yours, just like any first NaNoWriMo draft that you’ve poured your soul into.

That’s why despite lots of folks trying to convince me otherwise, I decided to Kickstart my book to self publish it and set up my own indie publishing imprint. Is it a traditional path? Maybe not. But NaNo has taught me that my story matters, no matter what path I might choose. I can take those same lessons learned in the writing of my stories and let them grow beyond the page into an education for the self publication journey and beyond. I encourage you to do the same.

Don’t let anyone tell you what your publishing journey “should” look like, because whoever offers that advice is lacking the one thing that you happen to be the only person in the universe to have—yourself. Don’t be afraid to chase something like self publication even if industry experts are telling you you’ll never make it that way. Because if NaNoWriMo has taught me anything, it is that even if the story doesn’t go the way I planned, it doesn't mean it wasn’t worth writing. The journey alone is always worth it.

Read Chapter One of STILL THE STARS here & support the campaign on Kickstarter!

Elayna Mae Darcy (she/they) is a queer YA author, poet, and filmmaker from Philadelphia. A self proclaimed NaNoLifer, Elayna has participated in the annual event ever since she was 14, and currently serves as one of the MLs for the Philly region & a sprint leader on @NaNoWordSprints. They are the author of two poetry collections, UNRAVELING LIGHT and DARKNESS UNDONE, the sci-fi short story, CONTINUUM, and STILL THE STARS will be their YA debut. You can learn more at elaynamusings.com or find them on twitter at @elaynamae.

#nanowrimo #writing #amwriting #publishing #now what #writing advice #by nano guest #elayna mae darcy

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kathrynhahndaily · 3 years

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🎊 It's Been Agatha All Along! Congratulations! Outstanding Original Music and Lyrics Emmy for Wandavision! It's their third Emmy! Remember Primetime Emmys will be on the 19th September.

#kathryn hahn #t:news #agatha harkness #wandavision

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guacam011y · 3 years

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***SPOILERS FOR WANDAVISION EPISODE 6***

So I’m still processing everything but holy shite that ep was wild...

FIRST THINGS FIRST - WANDA, VISION, BILLY AND PIETRO ALL IN COMIC ACCURATE-ISH COSTUMES AND TOMMY IN A MINI QUICKSILVER COSTUME

PIETRO CALLING BILLY AND TOMMY DEMON SPAWN - GOD DAMMIT, IT’S MEPHISTO ISN’T IT? HOUSE OF M HERE WE COME

HERB ASKING WANDA IF SHE WANTED SOMETHING CHANGED

AGNES ASKING VISION ABOUT THE AVENGERS AND STUFF AND AT FIRST SHE SEEMED GENUINELY FREAKED OUT BUT THEN STARTED LAUGHING MANIACALLY AND I STILL DON’T TRUST HER AND AGNES BEING DRESSED AS A WITCH? AGATHA HARKNESS WAS A WITCH - COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT!

DARCY LOOKING OVER MONICA’S MED SCANS AND TELLING HER HOW THE HEX AFFECTS HER EACH TIME SHE GOES IN - IS SHE DEVELOPING HER POWERS?

PIETRO’S CORPSE - SCARED ME JUST AS MUCH AS VISION’S

MOVIES SHOWING IN THE THEATRE IN THE BACKGROUND - THE INCREDIBLES: A MOVIE BASED AROUND A SUPERHERO FAMILY AND THE PARENT TRAP: A MOVIE ABOUT TWINS WHO MEET AT CAMP AND TRY AND SET THEIR PARENTS UP

DON’T GO PAST ELLIS AVENUE - NOW I DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS A CONNECTION OR JUST A COINCIDENCE BUT ELLIS IS THE LAST NAME OF THE PRESIDENT DURING IRON MAN 3

TOMMY HAVING HIS SPEED POWERS AND BILLY HAVING HIS REALITY WARPING/TELEKINETIC POWERS - WELCOME SPEED AND WICCAN

A CALL BACK TO INFINITY WAR WHEN VISION EXITED THE HEX? SLIGHTLY DUSTING AND HE PROBABLY WON’T SURVIVE BEING OUTSIDE OF THE HEX - HE’LL JUST DIE AGAIN 🥲

I STILL DON’T TRUST HAYWARD - HE’S VERY SUS

DARCY BEING TAKEN INTO THE HEX WITH THE OTHER S.W.O.R.D AGENTS - HOPEFULLY WE CAN SEE THE OUTFITS THAT KAT DENNING’S WAS EXCITED ABOUT

I SWEAR THEY BETTER NOT STRAIGHTWASH BILLY AND TOMMY OR I WILL RIOT 😤

***FURTHER UPDATES***

So sit-com wise, it seems they were referencing Malcolm in the Middle as the twins broke the fourth wall and talked to the audience, like Malcolm did

However, the theme song has told the viewer to stop questioning the reality of Westview - which could be a little reference to Mystery Science Theatre 3000? - When Pietro first shows up in the title sequence, along with his name title card, the lyrics say “Though there may be no way of knowing who’s come to play” - Istg, I do not trust Pietro

Vision says to Wanda that he had to wear his Halloween costume because there were no other clothes in his closet, Wanda is trying to move the plot along and forcing Vision to play along

Evan Peters’ ‘Mom’ tattoo is shown, which is a tattoo he actually has in real life ! But could this stand for ‘Multiverse of Madness’ or some other red herring?

Pietro mentions to Wanda that if he had found ‘Shangri-La’ he wouldn’t want to leave either - Shangri-La is a real place on Earth-616 that was founded by a version of Vision

Tommy refers to Pietro’s speed as ‘kickass’ and then Wanda repeats that, saying ‘kickass’ again - Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Evan Peters (both versions of QuickSilver) were in Kick-Ass together

The ad for this episode was freaky af - the character on the beach who starved and decomposed could be a little nod to Indiana Jones, where a Nazi’s face melts in - and it could also be reference to Wanda being all alone and struggling to process her grief. The shark in the ad could also be Nightmare or Mephisto or just someone more powerful than Wanda offering her a new beginning with Vision or trapped her in some way - and is feeding off her magic? The flavour of the yoghurt is strawberry flavoured and strawberry’s are red on the outside and pink-ish on the inside - much like Wanda’s og costume and her magic being red 👀

Pietro and Wanda talk about their Sokovian accents at a point in the episode and how neither have them anymore. Wanda’s, as we know, has disappeared over the course of the MCU movies and Pietro’s just doesn’t exist - another nice little nod to Peter Maximoff from the fox X-Men films? Also, Pietro states that “I’m just trying to do my part, okay? Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the brother-in-law, stir up trouble with the Rugrats (a 90’s cartoon 👀) and ultimately give you grief.” - in reference to the grief part, could Pietro be killed off again? Stir up trouble with the rugrats, being possible shards of the demon Mephisto’s soul, could this be Mephisto trying to influence them on a deeper level? It’s also many many common sitcom clichès

Pietro talks about how “I got shot like a chump on the street for no reason at all” - nice little nod to how Pietro was killed off unnecessarily and how we as a fandom still talk about how regular bullets shouldn’t have killed him

Herb is dressed as Frankenstein’s monster - Dr. Frankenstein created his monster and soon lost control over him, and he was created using electricity or lightning - much like Vision was created and brought to life by Thor using Mjolnïr to bring lightning down to his incubator thingy majig. Could this also be a reference to either Wanda slowly losing control over Westview or someone else controlling Wanda/controlling the citizens of Westview - we saw in episode 3 that Agnes told Herb to be quiet as it seemed he was about to spill the beans 👀

Vision goes towards Ellis avenue and is at a ‘crossroads’ of sorts - in folklore, crossroads are often used to speak to or summon the devil and are also used when an important character is making a decision that could change everything. He spots some citizens repeating certain actions and/or just standing completely still, could these be npc’s (non playable characters)? And now that the barrier of the Hex has spread, will those citizens now start to move? 👀 Also I know that all stop signs look like it, but the stop sign is also a red hexagon 🛑

Darcy scrolls through Hayward’s computer files and goes past a file called “Project C4-113” - it could reference Avengers Issue #113 in which Wanda and Vision both appear on the cover and she says she’s going to make the world pay for Vision’s death. There’s also another file called “Project M5-247” which could be a nod to Avengers Issue #247, which shows the origin of the Eternals and in the same vein, Scarlet Witch and Vision trying to help Captain Marvel. And when Darcy emails Hayward’s cataract plans, you can see the names of “James Alexander and James Gadd” - James Alexander is a visual effects producer on Wandavision and James Gadd works on post production at Marvel

Also: Agnes pulls as Mrs Hart and repeats the same phrase over and over again

After Wanda blasts Pietro, you can see on a fake grave stone the name of “Janell Sammelman”, Janell is a first assistant director on Wandavision

When Wanda moves Westview to save Vision, she turns S.W.O.R.D and it’s agents into clowns + a circus - I just love that the agents turned into clowns 😂 but there is a nice little plot line in the comics where Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver and Hawkeye join the circus - and this COULD be stretch, but earlier in the episode there is the number #22 which could be Avengers Issue #22, which is the Issue that they join the circus

As soon as Vision was brought back into Westview, he was healed - which means if he was to exit again, he probably wouldn’t survive 😭

The episode title is ‘All-New Halloween Spooktackular!” - which “All-New” is a designation that is often used on covers for comic books. And the first issue of the second The Vision and the Scarlet Witch series takes place on Halloween night - but the events in this comics didn’t influence this episode’s plot

Pietro points out that he has the “XY chromosome” - X for X-Men? Plus there’s the X gene 😂

He mentions “Uncle Peter to the rescue” - Peter is the name of Quicksilver from the Fox X-Men Franchise

Pietro and Tommy quote the movie Top Gun (1986) by saying “I fell the need, the need for speed”

Wanda almost seems hesitant to trust this version of Pietro (rightfully so, in my opinion) and is wary of him being around Tommy and Billy

Pietro says some very Mephisto/Nightmare-like things this episode - “Unleash hell, demon spawn!”, “The kids need a father figure”, “Damnit, if Westview isn’t charming as Hell...” - And if Pietro isn’t Mephisto/Nightmare, it HAS to be Agnes or her other half Ralph and Pietro is probably Ralph tbh...or could Pietro just be a scapegoat and Hayward is Ralph? 👀

The theatre in town, which is playing the Incredibles and The Parent Trap, is called the Coronet. There’s a classic poem called “The Coronet” written by Andrew MARVELL (Marvell, is also the true name of the first incarnation of Captain Marvel in the comics) and is about a guy who knows that the sins of mankind led to the death of Christ. He attempts to create a new crown for Christ’s head in an attempt to atone, but finds that there is sin in the crown as well, as the devil is within the crown and therefore he may achieve glory and success with his new creation 👀

Hayward’s confidential project “Cataract” included experimenting on Vision’s body, as was revealed by Darcy (my wife 💙 and Monica is also my wife 💚 and so is Wanda 💛, I just love women, you know? 😂). A cataract is a cloudy area in the lens of the eye that leads to a decrease in vision - is Hayward trying to weaponise Vision? Or maybe even trying to bring Ultron back? Or do what Tony wanted to do in the first place, and make a suit of armour that’s around the world? Either way, it’s for nefarious purposes

Who is Monica’s guy? Jimmy and Monica are off to meet him - could it be Reed Richards (Mr Fantastic)? Or could it be Victor Von Doom (Dr Doom)? Could it be Hank McCoy (Beast)? Or even Adam Brashear (Blue Marvel)? Or if it is a woman, could it be the Skrull daughter of Talos that Monica befriended at the end of Captain Marvel? Could it be Abigail Brand (A major character in recent S.W.O.R.D comics and an Alpha Flight Member)? Or even Toni Ho (Iron Patriot, and could she be introduced to help lay the ground work for my other queen, Riri Williams/Iron Heart?)? Or could it even be Sue Storm (Invisible Woman)?

In the background of the episode we see a number of children and adults dressed up as many different characters, which includes: Sub-Zero from Mortal Kombat, Jason Voorhees, with a sweater striped like Freddy Krueger’s and even a kid that looks dressed in an off-brand Charizard costume 😂 Pokèmon has always been popular, but saw an increase during the 90’s

Pietro and the kids are drinking “Kane Cola” which could be a reference to the 90’s drinks “Jolt Cola” or even “Surge” - it could also, with all the X-Men Easter eggs, be a reference to Garrison Kane, who was a member of Cable’s mercenary team “Six Pack” and is sometimes also known as ‘Weapon X’

The kid that Wanda mentions having a “skin thing” in the orphanage - could that be a reference to her Brotherhood of Evil Mutants co-worker Toad? Or maybe even Mystique? Maybe Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)?

One of the houses has a sign up that says ‘Macabre Mansion’ - another possible reference to House of M?

During a flashback, it’s shown that the twins are playing Dance Dance Revolution, which came out in 1999. Also this might be a stretch, but the boys have a dog plushie in their room the right - which is coloured red and black - could this be a reference to Dogpool? 😂

I love this show 🤣💙

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