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human torch loves this cute golden face!!! (adam doesnt know how to react)

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My list of fics to write keeps getting longer and longer because Marvel Rivals has unlocked my brain to new characters like Adam Warlock and now I'm reading all his comics and m outlining some fics and drabbles

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So did we all hear about the swimsuit skins?

Posted this on Twitter and people are now drawing fanart of it..? WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT LOL but I think Marvel Rivals knows what it has to do now.

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I can't be the only one who thinks that Lin Lie (Iron Fist) has a sweat kink. You can't tell me he wouldn't be all over you after a training session seeing your skin glisten and glow while trickles of sweat run down your face or any areas of exposed skin only to lick it all up on his tongue while his fingers are knuckle deep in your holes. You absolutely can't work out near him, whether is hand to hand combat or yoga because he will want to "help" you with your training or workout until it ends with his body draped over your body pounding away. Hands roaming over your sweaty body and mouth all over your skin licking and tasting you like Lin Lie is starved.

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DC, Marvel Comics, RoR, Gintama, FFXV, FFXVI, DMC, Mortal Kombat, Invincible

* = Sexual Content

The Lantern Called Nowhere - Platonic Green Lanterns/Batfamily, Kyle Rayner

Eldest Daughter Syndrome - Invincible

Your Throne - Qin Shi Huang*

His Völunder - Qin Shi Huang

His Völunder - Jack

Three Lifeforms - Hal Jordan

Returnee - Justice League Various

Love to Highball - Hal Jordan

Morning Glory - Hal Jordan*

Hello, You - Yandere Mark Grayson

Variant Madness - Yandere Mark Grayson*

Nocturne - Vampire Hal Jordan

Play to Lose - Radiant Black*

Power Ranger BF and his Magical Girl GF - Kyle Rayner

How long they last NNN - Hal Jordan, Barry Allen, Booster Gold, Ted Kord, Bruce Wayne*

When you let go of their hand - Hal Jordan, Barry Allen, Booster Gold, Ted Kord, Bruce Wayne

2V1 - Hal Jordan, Barry Allen, Booster Gold, Ted Kord, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Helena Bertinelli, Vic Sage*

No Idea - Matt Murdock, Peter Parker, Wade Wilson

Small Blurb - Ted Kord, Booster Gold

Give and Take - Yandere Green Lanterns*

Will you be my Valentine? - Helena Bertinelli

My Bloody Valentine - Diana Prince

Vibes - Ted Kord, Booster Gold

Unyielding - Mark Grayson*

Cloak and its Dagger - Yandere Hal Jordan, Kyle Rayner, Jessica Cruz*

Sharing is Caring - Yandere Green Lanterns*

The Not So Little Things - Hal Jordan, Barry Allen, Booster Gold, Ted Kord, Bruce Wayne*

Schedule? - Yandere Green Lanterns

Limed Ash - Yandere Booster Gold, Ted Kord

Friends with Benefits - Yandere Hal Jordan, Booster Gold, Ted Kord, Kyle Rayner, Johnny Storm, Peter Parker, Matt Murdock*

3some ask!! - Johnny Storm, Peter Parker*

3some Returns - Johnny Storm, Peter Parker*

Nicknames and Petnames - Hal Jordan, Barry Allen, Booster Gold, Ted Kord, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Wally West, Kyle Rayner

Nicknames and Petnames - Peter Parker, Johnny Storm, Matt Murdock, Wade Wilson, Clint Barton, Scott Summers, Kurt Wagner, Logan Howlett

Mirror Thoughts - Green Lanterns*

Forced to write because my favs never have enough content😔

21, she/her, Desi, mediocre writer, call me whatever! Love to interact with those that have similar interests!

Banners/dividers from @cafekitsune

Inbox is always open, so send an ask, but I’ll only write the interesting and sexy ones lol

No hyper specific character requests (‘reader is like (this character)’, ‘they’re a musical theatre nerd’, etc).

No male reader

No non/con

No incest or underage characters

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does he know? does he know what he's doing with this?

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Made some cutesy Moon Knight icons! Been really bored on my vacation (I have no access to a computer or internet at times) so I've been making these.

Yes, you are allowed to use these without any credit but it's appreciated if you do!

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Dick Grayson Girlies (genderneutral): Yeah, Dick is at his most complex and interesting in not-ideal situations so we do like to see him suffer at times but y'know him being happy is good too- Matt Murdock Girlies (genderneutral): YES! YES!! THROW HIM THROUGH A WINDOW! BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!! STEAL HIS LUNCH MONEY!!! REND THE FLESH FROM HIS BONESSSS

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CONQUEST AND HIS KEEPER

And a silly Sinclair cause they have lots of beef

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"A UNIVERSE WITHOUT YOU" — Mark Variants x Fem!Reader Fanfic

CHAPTER 1 OF ?

(Mark Variants: Sinister Mark, Mohawk Mark, No Goggles Mark, Prisoner Mark, Bald Mark, Goggles Mark, Sheisty Mark, Omni-Mark & Viltrum Mark)

WARNING: Heavy smut, Violence, Emotional and physical abuse, Non-con (at first)

SMUT WITH A PLOT!

SYNOPSIS —

You exist in a world that should have been safe. But safety is an illusion, and so is peace.

They arrive like a plague, tearing through your city with hands built for slaughter, eyes sharpened by obsession. Mark Grayson—many Mark Graysons—each one twisted, each one wrong. They have hunted you across universes, through blood and ruin, through lifetimes lost to grief. And now, they have found you.

Sinister Mark is the first to taste you, the first to carve his claim into your skin, his hunger slow, deliberate—inescapable. But the others will not be denied. Mohawk Mark wants you wild and breathless, a creature of instinct. Hoodvincible, all fury and need, wants to break you into something that belongs only to him. Prison Mark, silent, watching, waits for his turn to unravel you with patient hands. Each of them will take you. Each of them will ruin you. And you—

You will learn what it means to be wanted.

The multiverse is vast, infinite, cruel.

It births and kills versions of the same soul over and over again, shifting fates with a careless hand, allowing some to prosper and others to rot. For some, it is a playground of endless possibility. For others, it is a prison, one in which they are forced to watch the echoes of a life they will never have.

And for them the ones who have lost you it is a nightmare they cannot wake from.

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It begins with loss.

A singularity of grief, festering across countless realities, bound by one constant: You are gone.

There are worlds where you died in battle, torn apart in the ruins of a dying Earth, your hands still reaching for him even as the light faded from your eyes. There are worlds where you were murdered, where a crueler Mark snapped your spine in a fit of rage, only to regret it for every breath he took after. There are worlds where you simply ceased to exist, erased by the cruel machinations of fate.

And then, there is this world the one you call home. The one where your Mark, your love, is the one who died instead.

Here, the sky is calm, the streets are quiet. There are no Viltrumites looming above, no blood painting the clouds. The war that destroyed countless other Earths never touched yours. But you, the one who has seen too much, who has survived what so many versions of you did not, carry the weight of it all.

You exist in a universe untouched by their ruin, unaware that they are coming for you.

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Across shattered dimensions, the hunt begins.

Sinister Mark Capevincible never grieved like the others. Grief was for the weak, for those who still held onto human things like regret. And yet, he felt your absence like an open wound, like a thing gnawing at the edges of his mind. He had killed for you. With you. And when he found you lifeless in his arms, he slaughtered an entire world in your name.

But the void you left behind never filled. Not with blood, not with screams.

Mohawk Mark Movincihawk was less composed. He raged, he laughed, he tore through entire cities just to feel something, to make the world suffer as he did. He mocked the idea of love, spat on the memory of you, and yet, when he thought no one was watching, his fingers traced the phantom shape of your face in the air.

No Goggles Mark Nogogglesible made a game of it. Of pretending he didn’t care, of sneering at the pathetic ache that settled in his bones. But he did care. He cared in the way a starving man cares for food, in the way a drowning man craves air. He wanted you back, but the universe had taken you from him, and he would make it suffer for that.

Prisoner Mark Prisonincible was methodical. He didn’t scream or rage. He simply decided that if he could not have you, then no one could. He had nothing else to live for, nothing else to fight for. And so, when Angstrom Levy came to him with an offer, he listened.

And he was not the only one.

Hoodvincible. Capvincible. Gogglesvincible. Viltrumincible. Omnivincible.

They had all lost you in their own way, and each of them, no matter how cold, how cruel, how merciless they had become, wanted you back.

Angstrom promised them that.

All they had to do was take down the one Invincible who had everything they lost.

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The war was brief but brutal.

Main Mark fought with everything he had. He was strong stronger than many of them had anticipated. He fought for his Earth, for his mother, for the life he had built. He fought for the people who depended on him, for the future he dreamed of.

But more than anything, he fought for you.

The you of his universe had been gone for years, torn apart by his father’s wrath when she dared to stand beside him. He had never truly recovered from that loss, but he carried on, because that’s what you would have wanted.

And that was why he had to die.

Because he still had you, in another universe.

He fought. And he fell.

They tore him apart in the ruins of his own city, surrounded by the corpses of those who had tried to defend him. He was bloody, broken, but still defiant to the end.

“You’ll never have her,” he spat, teeth stained red. “She’ll never be yours.”

It was Capevincible who delivered the final blow. A hand through the chest, fingers curling around a still-beating heart.

“You don’t get to decide that,” he whispered.

Main Mark’s body crumpled to the ground, and the war was over.

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Now, they are coming.

Your world is untouched, peaceful. You wake every morning to the rising sun, to the hum of a city that still thrives. You go about your days carrying the weight of the past, of the love you lost, unaware that across the multiverse, echoes of the man you loved are tearing through reality to find you.

They are different from him. Twisted, cruel, shaped by loss and rage. Some of them will claim to love you still. Some will see you as a possession to reclaim. Others will simply want to break you, to make you suffer as they have suffered.

But they all want you.

And soon, they will have you.

This is shaping up to be an intricate, dark, and poetic story of obsession, grief, and twisted devotion. Since you want this next part to be even longer than the last, I'll take my time building the eerie tension of their arrival, their interactions with each other, and the looming dread of the hunt.

I'll weave in their personalities, how they view you, how they react to the idea of having you again.

This will be a descent into the mind of monsters who believe they have earned you.

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The first thing they notice is how quiet your world is.

The sky is still, unbroken by the charred streaks of dying ships. There are no sirens screaming through the streets, no blood soaking the pavement, no desperate, last-breath cries for help. It is a world untouched, soft in a way that feels wrong.

They step onto this Earth like wolves entering a sanctuary, their mere presence a corruption of its peace.

Some of them sneer at it Mohawk Mark, No Goggles Mark, Hoodvincible. Weak. That's what they see. A world that has never known their wrath, never earned the scars of war. They walk its streets like ghosts, watching the humans move about their day with sick amusement, wondering how long it will take before terror consumes them.

Others are indifferent Gogglesvincible, Capvincible, Prisonincible. They have no interest in the people who roam this Earth. No interest in the mundane, fragile lives that scurry beneath their feet. Their purpose is singular.

And then there is Capevincible.

For a long moment, he does not move. His fingers flex, curling, twitching at his sides as he breathes in the air of this untouched world.

You are here.

Not an echo. Not a memory. You.

He has not seen you in a long time, not since your body lay limp in his arms, warmth fading, breath stilling, eyes staring through him like he was already gone.

He has not forgotten that moment.

The way his vision had blurred, red creeping at the edges, heartbeat drumming, pulse roaring in his ears. The way rage had swallowed him whole, the way the universe had been made to suffer for what it took from him.

And now, it dares to give you back?

Something dark coils inside him.

Something violent.

"You feel that?" Mohawk Mark is grinning, his hands clasping together with a crack of his knuckles, his eyes wild. "She's close. Shit. It's been a while since I've been this excited about something."

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Omnivincible says, his tone even, detached. His eyes flick toward Capevincible, watching the way his breathing has slowed, measured, controlled.

Omnivincible is a calculating man. Where the others are eager, he is patient. He does not let his emotions rule him the way Capevincible does. But even he knows this is different.

This is her.

"Do we kill her?" No Goggles Mark asks, tilting his head, his smirk lazy and sharp. "You know, like we did with him. Would be kind of poetic, wouldn’t it?"

The air shifts.

It is sudden.

One moment, they are standing as they always have monsters in the shape of men, beings of unshaken power, unchallenged dominance.

And then Capevincible moves.

No one sees it.

Not even Omnivincible, whose perception is unmatched, who has always been the first to anticipate a strike before it lands.

All they hear is the sound.

Flesh breaking.

Bone cracking.

No Goggles Mark's body slams against the concrete, his ribs caved in, blood splattering across the pavement, a gurgled breath wheezing from his throat as he chokes on the force of the impact.

Capevincible stands over him, his hand still outstretched from the blow, his expression unreadable.

And then he speaks.

"If you ever suggest that again," he says, voice low, deadly, "I will break you into so many pieces even we won't be able to count them."

Silence.

No Goggles Mark coughs, rolling onto his side, a sputtering laugh bubbling from his lips even as his lungs struggle to repair themselves. "Damn," he wheezes, wiping the blood from his mouth. " Someone's sensitive."

But he does not repeat his question.

Because now he knows.

There will be no killing you.

Capevincible will not allow it.

And the others?

They are no different.

Mohawk Mark clicks his tongue, but there is something hungry in his gaze. "You know," he muses, "for all your dramatics, you are right about one thing." His smile widens, all teeth, all threat. " We deserve her more than he ever did."

Omnivincible does not argue.

Neither does Viltrumincible.

They all know the truth.

You were theirs in every universe.

And now, you will be theirs again.

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Somewhere in the city, you shiver.

It is an ordinary day, as it has been every day since your Mark was taken from you. The world continues to spin, unchanged, indifferent.

And yet, for the first time in a long time

You feel watched.

A presence, unseen but there.

A warning, whispered into your bones.

Somewhere, far closer than you think, something is hunting.

And it will not stop until it finds you.

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The sky splits open like a wound.

They arrive in silence. No grand entrance, no dramatic descent from the heavens just a slow, deliberate bleed of presence, as if the universe itself is trying to pretend it never let them in.

The city does not notice at first. People go about their lives, oblivious to the wolves that have slipped into their midst. They are insects, ants scurrying across pavement, murmuring into phones, sipping coffee, clutching bags of groceries with hands that have never held blood.

They do not realize that they are already dead.

Sinister Mark moves first.

Not to kill, not yet.

His movements are slow, measured, purposeful. He breathes in the air of this world, of your world, and feels something inside him snap into place.

He had wondered if this version of you would feel different. If you would be someone new, an echo rather than a resurrection.

But no.

He feels it already, like a tremor in his bones. You are you. The one who was taken from him. The one who left him with nothing but rage and emptiness.

His fingers twitch. His jaw clenches. His vision narrows.

Somewhere in this city, you are breathing. Existing. Untouched.

And that will not do.

The others spread out. They are not patient like he is. They are wolves with snapping jaws, hyenas tearing into the throat of something too fragile to fight back.

Mohawk Mark is the first to strike.

A man in a suit, rushing across the street, briefcase in one hand, coffee in the other. An insignificant thing. An insect, like the rest. Mohawk Mark lands in front of him with a grin, cocks his head, and watches him stumble back.

"P-please," the man stammers.

Mohawk Mark laughs. " Please ?" he echoes. "Man, I love when they beg."

His fist moves too fast for the human eye to track. One moment, the man is whole. The next, he is red mist.

The street falls silent.

Then, the screaming starts.

And that is all it takes.

No Goggles Mark vanishes into the crowd, reappearing in the center of a busy intersection. "Oops," he hums, before grabbing the nearest person a woman, her mouth open in terror and crushing her like paper. Blood splashes his face, and he laughs. "Damn, that was fast. I was hoping she'd scream more."

Hoodvincible is less creative. He simply starts ripping people apart. Limbs fly, bodies drop, the pavement darkens with blood. He is snarling, cursing, relishing the slaughter.

Gogglesvincible is clinical. No rage, no joy, no amusement. Just cold efficiency. He moves through the city like a shadow, erasing life with every flick of his wrist.

Viltrumincible and Omnivincible are more restrained. They watch. They study. They take note of how quickly this world crumbles, how fragile it is compared to the war-ravaged Earths they have known.

Prisonincible? He lingers. He does not lose himself in the bloodshed like the others. His purpose is singular. He watches the skyline, waiting for the moment when you appear.

They are enjoying themselves.

Sinister Mark does not care.

He lets them play, lets them tear through the city like feral dogs, lets the streets run slick with the blood of people who never saw it coming.

He is focused.

Because you are near.

And then

A flicker. A heartbeat. A presence that does not belong to this ruin.

His head snaps up. His eyes darken.

He moves.

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The alley is dark.

You press yourself against the cold brick, your breath sharp and uneven, your pulse hammering against your ribs.

The city is screaming.

You do not know why.

You do not know what is happening.

All you know is that the air feels wrong , that something is crawling under your skin, that every nerve in your body is shrieking for you to run, run, run

But it is too late.

He is already here.

The shadows shift. A shape steps forward, slow, unhurried.

You feel it before you see him.

A weight. A force. A presence so thick, so suffocating, that the air itself seems to cower from him.

And then

A voice.

" There you are."

It is almost gentle. Almost.

Your breath catches.

He is

Wrong.

You know Mark. You loved Mark.

But this is not him.

This is a monster with his face.

His eyes are different. Darker. He is taller than you remember, broader, his frame coiled tight with something hungry. His hands flex at his sides, fingers curling, twitching, like he is holding himself back.

You take a step back.

His lips twitch. A smirk.

"You remember me," he muses. "Good."

His voice is deep, smooth, threaded with something dangerous. It slithers through the space between you, wraps around your throat like a vice.

"I " Your voice breaks. You do not know what to say.

He takes a step forward. You take a step back.

And his smirk widens.

"You do ," he breathes. "I can see it. You feel it, don’t you?"

His head tilts, eyes raking over you. Slow. Lingering.

You want to run.

You try.

You don’t even make it a step before he moves.

It is not a fair thing, the way he moves.

One moment, he is a breath away. The next, his body is pressed against yours, his hands braced against the brick on either side of your head, his breath ghosting over your skin.

"You think you can run from me?" he murmurs.

His voice is velvet and knives.

You shudder.

He leans in. His nose brushes your jaw. His lips hover at the curve of your throat.

"You feel it," he repeats, softer now. "Don’t you?"

His mouth is so close.

You gasp, twisting away.

His fingers curl around your chin, dragging you back.

"Ah-ah," he chides. "I lost you once."

His grip tightens.

His voice drops to something almost reverent.

"I'm not losing you again."

This is where it begins.

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The grind is taking over me

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UNDER RATED MARKS

And some self indulgent doodles

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Can’t help but relate to fighting dogs

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I like your Viltrumite OC and her dynamic with Conquest. They remind me of that meme where a cute girl ordered a beer and a tough guy ordered a sweet drink but the waiter gets their drinks mixed up so they have to switch them back.

I'm pretty sure you mean Yuki, right? Cuz the only time I've drawn Mercy (my only Viltrumite OC) with Conquest was when they were beating the shit outta each other, lol. I wondered why you assumed Yuki was Viltrumite, until I looked back at that drawing of her with Conquest and realized the overlay I put on top of it made her outfit very grey-and-white. Oops! A little bit of Yuki rambling below the cut if you're interested (:

She's not a Viltrumite! She's human, born and raised on Earth. Yuki is one of those OCs where I put her into every AU and every fandom I can feasibly stick her into, lol, so if you look at my Yuki tag then you'll see a loooot of different variations of her. She's usually a good person in every world bc "sunshine and optimism" is like the core of her character in every fandom, but in Invincible I decided I wanted her to be more neutral/self serving instead (: I've got Mercy to be the good OC who wants to protect people, now Yuki gets to be mischievous and work with the bad guys because they're fun company

She's my OC where I just decided that I can do whatever tf I want, so she's an OP mary sue that wins every fight and everyone fears/respects her and all that. Probably the main reason I don't post about her a lot, I know stuff like that isn't always that well received on tumblr. But I don't care that much, it's my art blog and I get to post my super self indulgent OC doodles if I want to..

Her basic lore in the Invincible-verse is that she's immortal and has been around for a few centuries (I haven't decided exactly how long, just at least 300 years or so). She can't come back from the dead like The Immortal can, she just has a healing factor so strong that it's incredibly difficult to do enough damage to actually kill her before she's already healed from it. She can teleport, and mainly uses her dual swords to fight with. I justify her being OP as hell with the fact that she basically doesn't interact with the main plotline, like, at all. She interacts with the characters, but she doesn't really get herself involved with what's going on in the world. She's just goofin off in the background

She basically just pops up out of nowhere, messes around with people, says some cryptic shit that nobody understands at the time but will look back on later and go "ohhh", and then disappears again. Silly jester of a woman that doesn't want to work for any organization because she has no respect for the law or governments, so she's willing to break the rules to do what she wants to do. Sometimes she works with criminals, sometimes she allies with the GDA, but most of the time she's considered an eccentric but unknowable entity.

I just really like the idea of her scaring the shit out of people by popping up behind them at random. The Guardians tell her to get out of their base in Utah but she's like "wait I want one of those donuts" and they just can't catch her. They stopped trying to kick her out years ago. She's kicking her legs up on Cecil's office desk and he just sucks it up bc he wants her help on a mission or something. Silly things like that (:

I like the idea of her hanging out with Conquest, because they're both very lonely people. Yuki, like Immortal, decided a long time ago to not get too close to other people because they both know they're going to outlive them all. So she has a very friendly and approachable personality, sure, but she keeps an emotional distance from everyone. Kinda pissing people off by always cracking jokes and never being able to have a serious conversation about anything. I think her and Conquest would have met before he came to Earth, idk how, I have yet to decide on that other than the fact that Yuki proooobably has gone to other planets before (somehow). I just want him to show up on Earth in season 3 to do his job and he sees her again and goes "what the hell. how are you here" and shes like "huh? this is my planet? what are you doing here?" spider-man pointing meme style

she's really just a daydream-only OC in her Invincible AU because I don't have any intentions of making set lore for her, I just do whatever is fun in the moment. and right now what's most fun is her pestering Conquest but he thinks it's funny and they both get some companionship for a little while

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I need to draw og mark,, got compelled to draw this variant cause of that one edit oughhh

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we (YES WE) ALL want to get cracked open and slurped like a seafood boil by mark 😫😫😫

inspired by @/tlouglazer

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“Cannibalism as a metaphor for love” BOO 👎How about just cannibalism. Period. End of sentence.

I stand with my cancelled wife