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This did something to my psyche.

📸 danielselon

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eepy clingy rio

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WHAT

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Someone said that to Wanda Maximoff once, and she became Scarlet Witch the Darkhold edition😐

listen I know that you love your robot boyfriend and I'm sure that he's great but his disregard for aftercare is raising some serious red flags for me

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This is your friendly daily reminder to hype fic authors. Hyping fic authors leads to more content for everyone!🙂‍↕️

(I really hope this picture isn't AI, but it's from Google images)

I wrote a piece based on this text post from yesterday that @scripted-delusion encouraged me to make into an actual fic, so....here you go!

Summary:

Agatha finds a little black kitten on her back porch in the middle of a New England forest and she immediately goes "mine now" and starts to cuddle the little ball of fur. Rio has never told her wife that not only can she shift between human forms, but she can also shift into different animals. Such as a black kitten.

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Alice: If there’s a “heavens no” and a “hell yes” why isn’t there a “purgatory maybe”? Rio: “Purghaps”? Lilia: *looks into the camera deadpan*

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I was just having an innocent conversation with @cassiebones about languages, but it quickly escalated, and I couldn't stop thinking about it for two days. So, I had to write it down.

Rio was lost in a pleasant, warm embrace of an affectionate energy field. She couldn't help it—Agatha was ridiculously cute this morning. She was sitting across from Rio at the small table, tucked into the corner of her open-plan kitchen-slash-living room in the penthouse, chewing a breakfast burrito with full chipmunk commitment. Most of it was puffed out behind her cheeks, her eyes were half-lidded, and she was making soft, little noises of satisfaction. She looked dazed with joy. She was so adorable. Rio couldn't stop looking at her. And they couldn't stop the feeling of happiness spreading all over their system at the thought that Agatha was enjoying the food. Agatha had always insisted she didn't have an eating disorder, and Rio let her propose this as the only truth. It was irrelevant now, anyway, since they found a way to gently steer Agatha's eating habits and introduce her to different home-cooked meals that she enjoyed, making it easier for her to nourish herself without pressure or shame. Agatha enjoyed all the meals, or perhaps she just enjoyed Rio, and the fact that they cooked it for her. The reason behind it didn't matter that much. What mattered was Agatha—Agatha was now getting regular, warm, nutritious meals every day.

They usually liked having Rio's signature protein oatmeal for breakfast, but today was scheduled roughly for Agatha—an early start with several tough meetings. Not one, but two of her accounts got themselves into a PR scandal this week, and she had to do damage control, while berating them for being so careless. It was true that lately Agatha had been working less—Billy was eager to take the load off her shoulders, stepping in more and more. He turned out to be pretty good at it, too. Agatha always joked that it was simply how the system was programmed—sweet, nice boys were essentially machines, capable of moving mountains, and their innocent appearances were just a facade. It made Rio smile every time. Lovestruck and smitten and still a little stunned. Agatha was trying to speak their language, and it was still quite bizarre for Rio that not only had she found someone who accepted them, but also understood. Chose to understand. Chose to stay in rhythm with them. Chose to ride the wave together. Agatha Harkness was a marvel. And Rio Vidal was helplessly in love with her, with no point of return.

It was the happiest Rio had been. Ever.

And so, since Agatha had such a brutal morning ahead of her, Rio had opted for breakfast burritos—dense in calories and comfort. More natural, animal-based proteins to keep Agatha full longer and give her the required energy to carry her through the chaos. Another way of sneaking in some vegetables, too. Although it was not quite a battle as it used to be, as Agatha didn't grumble about them too much anymore. Still, Rio always made sure to prepare them the best way for Agatha to consume, without it being a too-obvious-vegetable-dish. It seemed they were doing well in this area, as Agatha was now happily eating even the salads, which made Rio’s chest do that warm-swell thing every time.

This burrito recipe was quite simple. Just a regular wheat tortilla, scrambled eggs, mixed vegetables, and homemade beef sausage. All topped with lots of different seasonings that Rio knew Agatha enjoyed, and of course, cheese. Wrapped and sealed on the skillet with an additional dash of gentle care. It had a decent amount of calories, with a perfect balance of carbohydrates, protein, and fat. This burrito was going to keep Agatha full of energy until at least eleven o'clock, and then Rio, if timed things right, could try to coax her out of the office for a small walk and lunch at the park.

It wasn't luck or a coincidence that there was a park near Agatha's office. No, she chose this location because of the park. It was rare to find a piece of land within the city limits that was untouched by its relentless appetite and not claimed by a commercial vultures, especially in New York. Here, everything unclaimed was eventually bought, parcelled, branded. Private contractors and corporations would fight, conquer, claim, and make sure it made profit. So, it was only a matter of time before someone finally discovered that this small patch of land didn't belong to anyone. Agatha chose this building because of the view. She wanted a bit of calm in her line of sight amid her hectic workflow, she said. Rio thought about it every single time they picked Agatha for lunch, often considering buying out the piece of land, so she would never lose this view. So, after yet another one of those afternoon dates, when they approached the park and Agatha's overjoyed expression lit her entire face, Rio began researching the matter, tracing ownership, poking around City Hall through unofficial channels, and following bureaucratic trails. It might take some time, but Rio knew a lot of people, had her ways, and certainly motivation. They just needed to knock on several doors and hope for the best—essentially, one will open. Rio wasn't sure what the price tag could possibly look like, but years of hard work, smart investments, and careful savings gave plenty of room in the margin for potentially purchasing something like this. Rio was determined to make it happen, even if it was a long shot, because she wanted to fulfill all of Agatha's desires. She aimed to care for her, supply her with what she needed, and bring her happiness. This view brought Agatha happiness.

Rio was so engrossed in their daydream, imagining Agatha smiling happily in the sun at the park, that they didn't notice her finishing the meal and looking back at Rio with loving eyes, her chin gently resting on her knuckles. When Rio's gaze finally focused, Agatha smiled. "Hey, handsome," she murmured. "Back with me?"

"Sorry," Rio grinned. Although she knew she had nothing to apologize for. Agatha never minded when Rio drifted. Never reached across to tug her back too soon. It didn’t unsettle her—the way Rio’s mind would leave the room but keep the body in it. She didn’t find it eerie, didn’t judge, she just waited for Rio to come back, never interrupting their mind’s journey, never breaking the flow, as if zoning out were as mundane as breathing. As if it were just a normal Rio-trait, like their taste in music or their favorite tea blend. If Rio’s dad had still been alive, he would’ve nagged them to marry Agatha as quickly as possible, lock it down, seal the deal, and throw away the receipt, so there was no way to return Rio in case the universe changed its mind and tried to break them apart. But Rio knew there was no rush. It was not a secret to either of them that they were headed that direction. They were meant to be, and nothing could change that. "What did you say?" they asked Agatha softly.

Agatha’s mouth twitched into a smirk. “I said,” she repeated, drawing the words out with gentle mockery, “that it’s really ridiculous that ‘tortilla’ means ‘omelet’ in Spain.”

Rio felt her eyes widen. "It what?!" It came a little higher than she intended, but could you blame them? Who in their right mind decided that a mix of flour and water is an omelet? Who was that person? Rio needed to speak with them.

"I know, right?" Agatha agreed. "Tortillas don't even have eggs in them." She huffed, sounding slightly annoyed, "It makes no sense."

Rio shivered, "My body fully rejects this notion because—" She paused for a long moment, trying to flip this idea side to side, see if it sticks. "Absolutely not." It didn't stick. No. It was illogical and had no statistically accurate foundation. It should never have existed.

Agatha leaned in, whispering like it was a dark secret. "It's apparently based on a dish called the Spanish tortilla, which is an omelet with eggs, potatoes, and onions." She sounded absolutely unimpressed. "You made something similar a couple of times, but I could never even imagine calling that tortilla."

“It violates the entire semantic structure of the word,” Rio insisted. “It’s an abomination.” They paused, letting the betrayal settle into their bones like radiation. Across from them, Agatha stood slowly, gathering her empty plate and lifting her brows at Rio’s. They nodded mutely, pushing it toward her. There were still a few blueberries left, but Rio couldn’t imagine eating right now—not when their whole system was twitching with academic outrage. Agatha picked up the leftover berries with languid grace, popped them one by one between her lips, and turned toward the sink. "In Spanish, it's derived from torta, which means cake, plus the diminutive -illa, literally means 'little cake'," Rio went on, voice clipped with fervor. "But classic corn tortillas originated in Mesoamerican civilizations and predate the arrival of Europeans to the continent. The Aztecs and other Nahuatl-speakers called them tlaxcalli, which is derived from the verb (i)xca 'to bake', the prefix tla-, and two common suffixes -l- and -li, and literally means 'something baked'." By the time Rio finished their impromptu etymological rant, Agatha had rinsed the dishes, dried her hands, and moved behind them, arms slipping around their shoulders, lips brushing the back of their neck. Rio couldn't see, but felt it—Agatha was smiling.

“I love it when you talk like this, Dr. Vidal,” she murmured, voice like smoke curling into flame. Hot. Hot.

Rio's breath hitched. “...Are you flirting with me while I’m spiraling over linguistic crimes?”

“Mmm.” Agatha hummed low, her mouth now at Rio’s ear, nuzzling and pressing a kiss just behind it. Shivers raced down Rio’s spine. "I wanted to let you fuck me by the nearest wall before work, so I’d be sore and still pulsing during my morning meetings," she purred, voice a rasp, dangerous and velvet. "But now I want to ride your face and put that mouth of yours to good use, so I'm still wet and dripping while I have to talk sense into these morons." All the blood left Rio’s brain in a violent, dizzying rush. They were no longer thinking—only burning. Agatha continued to place hot kisses along the length of their neck, while her fingers began to grip their shoulders, scratching lightly through the thin cotton of Rio's sleep shirt. "You can continue to be culturally offended later, baby." Her hands moved inside the shirt, sliding down Rio's torso and gently caressing the tape on their chest.

Her heart was pounding violently, turning the cognitive function into static. Rio swallowed the lump in her throat. "Did you plan this?" Not that she was complaining. She was already shifting in the seat to stand up.

"No, baby," Agatha said earnestly, and Rio believed her. "I didn't know it would send you spiraling. But I must admit, your passion makes me throb with need. It makes me ache." Rio finally stood up, and Agatha immediately wrapped her arms around her shoulders, pulling their bodies close.

Rio stepped forward, slow and deliberate, the weight of Agatha's body against hers grounding. Agatha let them lead, pliant under their touch, her lips still brushing against Rio’s neck with lazy, open-mouthed kisses as they moved. When Agatha's rear finally met the edge of the counter, a soft thud of hips to marble, Rio didn’t hesitate. Her hands slid down, fingers digging into the backs of Agatha’s thighs, and with a fluid strength that made Agatha gasp, she lifted her up. Agatha’s legs parted to cradle Rio between them, arms curling around her shoulders as Rio set her down on the cool surface of the countertop. Their noses were almost touching now, breath mingling—Agatha’s warm and thick with desire, Rio’s already uneven.

“Well then,” Rio murmured, voice husky and intimate, brushing their nose against Agatha’s, “let me help you with that.”

This vignette is part of Udonverse, aka Personal Chef AU. As of now, this is a Tumblr exclusive, but I may include it in one of the stories set in this universe in the future.

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You’re right. How could I...

Soulmates will always find their way to each other.

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rio gets a haircut. agatha really likes it.

i have a patreon now! so many people have been asking me to make one so you can subscribe for free and get to see both my sfw AND nsfw drawings, or join with a membership and get some extra privileges while supporting what i do <3

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Soulmates will always find their way to each other.

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Is this allowed?

Edit: I didn’t expect this post to get any attention. Please don’t let me appear as an unsolicited art reposter😭

Here is evgar’s original piece. Please like and reblog that instead.

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I support this head canon🙂‍↕️

It's seven-thirty in the morning and I'm thinking about Rio and the probability of her having shifting powers.

Like we know she can go from Aubrey Plaza to Skeletor pretty instantly, but can she shift to other things?

What if she can shift to animals for souls who are more comforted by animals than people?

But they're all black animals

Like she can obviously be a black cat. She's also a witch who reaps witches. What if she can turn into a likeness of a witch's cat to make it easier for them to accept their death?

Can she turn into a dog, as well? Maybe a black husky or something? Hell, any breed would be great.

(Yes, I'm picturing a little black Rio Chihuahua, shakes and everything)

How many animals can she shift into to guide souls over the bridge to the afterlife?

Does she use this power other times, like when it's the middle of the day and she just needs to rest?

Does she shift into a lil black kitten and curl up on her wife's lap?

Did she let Agatha know beforehand the first time she did this? Or did Agatha just stumble upon this adorable little kitten in their cottage, go "mine now" and start planning on how to tell Rio they have a pet while Rio is awkwardly trying to figure out how to break the news to her?

Did she name Cat!Rio Ebony? Maybe magic her a little collar with a bow and baby talk her?

I bet Cat!Rio would have loved all the freely-given affection and took longer to shift back just because she loved all the Agatha cuddles, but she did eventually have to return to work and also get her human cuddles from her wife (the naughty kind 😈) so she waited til Agatha was asleep and shifted back so she could go do her job and returned to find Agatha sullen because she lost her kitten.

Then Rio was like "I can shift into a cat for you" and does so, but forgets that clothes her form was previously wearing will come back when she shifts, so that collar that Agatha put on her is still in place and that's how Agatha finds out that her wife and her new kitten are one and the same and she's mildly embarrassed by how much she cooed and fussed over her and she's a little annoyed that Rio let her do all that, but she really can't stay mad at Rio's little face and paws and she can't help but cuddle her all over again, which Rio LOVES so much.

Now, when Agatha needs kitten cuddles, she asks for Ebony and Rio is all too happy to oblige. Because sometimes she just needs to BE Ebony and relax in her wife's embrace and have her little chin scritched.

And play with her favorite cat toys.

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New PFP alert! Infinite thanks to @evanezco!!💜🩷

A lot of text under cut for all the dedicated hearts who choose to invest their time reading☺️

Nothing is eternal under the moon. So, whenever you have something that has stood the test of time, make sure to cherish it with all your heart.

I've never been too deeply involved in social media, nor have I engaged much with fandom discourses. For me, Tumblr was the gateway to discovering talented creators. And so, many years ago, on Tumblr, I discovered the @supercorpzine project, which led me to find some amazing artists and writers.

Eva was one of those wonderful discoveries. You know how sometimes you begin following a particular artist because of a ship you're currently obsessed with, but then you find yourself 'falling out of love' with them when they start drawing other ships that don't quite resonate with you? Artists explore different ideas, and our tastes can change over time; our perception of the world also evolves as we age. Yet, somehow, the years never dimmed my admiration for Eva's art. And, somehow, all our ships seem to sync, regardless of how much time passes.

Years of following and witnessing Eva's artistic growth and evolution in real time have led me to this moment—last week, I finally channeled my inner brave little toaster and reached out, commissioning Eva to create a profile picture that would actually look like me. I think I teared up a little when I saw the final result. Eva managed to capture my vibe precisely, depicting every particle of my character and my lore. I don't know how she did it, but she did—this is me. And frankly, I've never been more in awe of an art piece. I couldn't feel more blessed to be living in the same timeline as so many incredible creators.

If you're still not following @evanezco, for some strange reason, go treat yourself. Because this is one of those rare cases when you just want to stick with an artist, ship after ship after ship.

Today, more than ever, content creators need support. Artificial Intelligence is becoming an increasingly permanent part of our daily lives, and it's essential for fandom communities to unite and support one another.

Commission your favorite artists! Write comments on the fic you enjoyed! Send prompts to authors!

Engage, support, and keep the engine of genuine art realm roaring!

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Since supercorp is getting some attention right now, here's my top 5 favorite fic of all time that I reread at least twice a year.

In no particular order:

Stay the Night by @lynnearlington

The Fifth Wall by @blackteaandbones

i know you don’t believe (it’s you i’ve waited for) by @jazzfordshire

is it gravity (or are we fallin' in love?) by @coffeeshib

Oath of Office by @uninspired--poet

If, for some strange reason, you haven't read any of these, don't deprive yourself of this pleasure.

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the polaroid agatha keeps in her phone case (ft agatha driving rio insane under the cut)

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Please, my 2025 Topps Chrome Marvel card.

Congratulations, my 2025 Topps Chrome Marvel card.

Please, my Topps digital card.

Congratulations, my Topps digital card.

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The best $4.50 I've ever spent, and will continue spending🙂‍↕️

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