#ANYWAYYYYY HEHE

[crepusculum-rattus]

i actually haven’t decided if i want this phil to have brian which makes it objectively funnier for him to talk to crows. he literally cannot understand them at all

[inkykeiji]

Ive probably sent a hundred little silly anon asks but im in sucha rush on the internet lately that I forget to put my lil🍓 my grad school program is so intense, its a weekend program so I can work full time during the week and go to school sat/sun but I love u how are you? how are your works going? in-love with flawless tomura and very excited for part 2! I thinkk I tool your poll and I THINK I voted for the twins? oh god see the days morph together >.< heh either way excited for anything!!🍓

strawberrie babie!!!!!!!! i always love seeing u in my inbox ehehehe <33 aw that’s okay! u can always tell me which ones were yours if u ever want them in ur tag! <3 waaaah that does sound intense but it’s also amazing and i am so proud of you!!! i am getting ready to start constructing my own grad school applications :o

i’m okai!! i moved in with my boyfriend and his family so that’s been wonderful but my dad’s been in the hospital since october so that’s not so wonderful. my works are going well thank u for asking!!! i am drowning in wips as u know but it’s a good thing c: oooh did you!!!! i miss the twins very much :( but thank you for your enthusiasm sweetpea i really appreciate it!! <3 i can’t wait to share all of my works with u hehe <33

[colgatebluemintygel]

It's probably super overwhelming for you right now the amount of notifications you are having about OAO but after reading that rude anon I need to say something.

To be honest, I never never never lost hope with it. I don't know, call it wishful thinking. I don't care. Even if you never finish it, it will still be one of my absolute favourite fics of all time, but the update has made me so so happy that I just needed to say it.

You don't owe us anything, but thank you for giving us. For sharing those codependent messes with us, it's an absolute pleasure to read it (pun intended? maybe.) Can't wait to read the rest, even if it takes a lifetime before you are able to write it. Even if you never do it.

Fuck rude anons, honestly. <3

MY DARLINN <333 this is so so sweet. i gen feel so humbled by the fact that people are still this invested in oao;;; i also just want to do those two insane idiots justice and i want to make sure each chapter is the best it can be, and it's been a weird and hard past year but i really do appreciate each and every one of you who has been understanding and kind. i notice it! and you keep me wanting to post my writing. in many ways everything i write is for people like you <333 so thank YOU e hoa <333

[todayisafridaynight]

no ones ever gonna understand how much i love daigo doin this stupid shit after dissolving the tojo

[mytardisisparked]

Just Enough

A sequel to "Almost Enough."

Shortly after he and Scully separate, Mulder finds a letter with his name on it amongst her things.

Read on AO3.

The house was too quiet without her there. It had been quiet, too, whenever she was at work and he was home alone, but this was a different kind of quiet. It echoed, ringing through the empty spaces where her computer used to sit at the table, where her clothes used to hang in the closet, where her shoes used to line up under their bed.

It rang in the hollow space she left in his chest when she took half of his heart with her.

So many things in their home – his home now, he supposed with a pit in his stomach – were in halves; half the number of dishes in the cabinets, half the silverware in the drawers, half the medicine bottles behind the mirror over the sink. Every part of the house was in partials, in pieces. 

It was all too much.

Mulder turned on the TV, finding some station that played 80s rock. He turned it up as loud as he could stand and decided to do some cleaning. Maybe a little disinfectant would help wash her away.

The remaining half of his heart squeezed at the thought. Part of him was so angry at her for leaving him like this, right when he needed her close. She had abandoned him to face his darkness, his demons on his own. Another part of him was just sad. Sad that the one good part of his life was gone. Sad that she had taken all the light with her. Sad that he hadn’t seen it coming in time to fix it.

The final, very small part of him thought, deep down, that he deserved it. She’d been through so much and he couldn’t keep taking her down with him. She deserved better and he deserved a cold bucket of water to the face.

But still, it hurt. All of it. And he had to find some way to bandage that hurt or he would get stuck in his head forever.

So he started to clean.

He cleaned the drop of her nail polish off the bathroom counter. He unclogged her long, red hairs from the shower drain. He washed the one White Castle mug she left behind and put it away in the very back of the cupboard. He took the pillowcase off her pillow and washed it, along with her favorite blanket and the one sweatshirt of his she kept borrowing.

While the washer beat out a steady thump thump thump that could barely be heard above whatever Journey song was playing on the TV, he started to straighten the corner of his office that she used occasionally. She left a handful of papers behind, mostly research papers she had been reading for work. Amidst them, he found a couple of birthday cards from her mother and a letter or two from Monica Reyes, received during their early years on the run. As conflicted as he was feeling, he knew she would miss these letters. She would need them. He got a small apple box from the porch and started to place her papers inside to give to her later.

He tried not to pay much attention to what he was grabbing; he didn’t want to invade her privacy. Papers passed from his fingers to the box as fast as he could manage, almost as if her papers, her letters, her files could burn him. Or maybe they would burn if he touched them for too long. He wasn’t really sure. 

He stopped suddenly, a letter caught between his fingers and a breath caught in his throat. This one was definitely burning.

Written across the envelope, still sealed shut, was his name in loopy, shaking letters. Her handwriting. His name.

He stared for a moment. Had she really left this behind for him? His heart squeezed again; there was a sort of finality to a left-behind letter, like a door being shut via an unwillingness to communicate face-to-face.

He took a deep breath. He would still read it, of course. He had to. Even if this was intended to close a door between the two of them, they were words she had written to him and he would hang onto every single one.

Moving back into the living room, he turned off the TV and settled on the couch. He felt the room spin a bit as he took out a pocket knife and slid it under the sealed flap. There was a tiny smudge of something brown near the edge that he couldn’t identify, not that it mattered.

Reverently, he lifted the letter from the envelope and opened it.

“Mulder,

I don’t want to write this letter. It’s not the first that I have written, as you well know, but those were letters I never intended for you to actually see. I no longer feel any kind of certainty that this one will remain unread.

I probably shouldn’t have told you that. I see the way you search my face during your visits to make sure that I am still fighting, that I still have hope. I am still fighting, and I will continue doing so, but I know, deep in my heart, that this is a losing battle. I see it in the doctors’ eyes. I hear it in my mother’s voice. I feel it in the treatments they flood into my veins.” 

He stopped reading, brow furrowed. This letter was not recent, as he had originally thought – this was from Scully’s fight with cancer.

Why had she never given it to him? And why was it still amongst her things now?

“And yet, I still feel hope in the way you hold my hand. In the way you press your lips to my knuckles and forehead. In the way your eyes still hold mine so steadily, even as my family and my care team struggle to maintain eye contact.

I know I look like Death. Her icy visage has become mine; it has sunken in my eyes and cheeks and paled me to the point of ghastliness. It has taken the shine from my hair and left me bruised and weak. I no longer look like myself. I don’t expect anyone to feel comfortable around me. But still, you hold my thin hand and smile into my deathly face and kiss my hollow cheeks. 

Regardless, if you are reading this letter, none of that matters. This letter is only to be sent to you if I am gone.”

A breath left his lungs harshly, as though he had been punched in the stomach. These were intended to be her final words had she– had he–

His hands shook. Should he keep reading this? His name was on the envelope, yes, but the words were so private, so intimate. Were they still meant for him?

After a moment, he concluded that the only way to know if this was still meant for him was to keep reading.

“I know you believe in ghosts. I still don't, really, but I hope I haunt you all the same, in the right ways. I hope there is a small voice within your conscience that sounds like mine, telling you not to throw yourself to the wolves. I hope it warns you of when your passions are edging you towards something dangerous. I hope it protects you when I can't.

Every night, when you inevitably look up at the stars and wonder what might be looking back at you, I hope you know that I am there. I will always be there. You do not need to search for me. You do not need to chase the truth of where I have gone and who took me. 

Death has taken me, but I am always with you. Within you. Around you. I am the soft light cast by the lamps in your apartment. I am the sugar in the iced tea you drink on long trips. I am hanging on the wall behind our desk. I am tucked away in the filing cabinets between the pages of medical reports and autopsy diagrams. I am reflected in the glasses you wear when your head aches from reading. I am loaded into the gun that you rarely ever fire outside of the range. 

Please be careful, Mulder. Please don’t chase every shadow by yourself. Please find a way to live on and live well. 

Go get dinner with The Lone Gunmen. Go tell my mother another funny story from a case. Go meet new friends and love them in that wholehearted way you always do. 

And please, above all else, know that I have loved you.

Scully”

A sob heaved itself out of his lungs and up his throat, burning, burning, burning until tears overflowed from his eyes and the words – those terrible, beautiful words – on the page blurred. 

If this had been delivered under its intended conditions back then, it would have broken him. Or maybe it would have fixed him. Maybe it would have done both.

Right then, under their current conditions, it was worse.

The memory of all that love, of everything they had been was a scab that had just broken open. It was bleeding everywhere as tears continued to fall from his eyes and more sobs wracked his chest. 

How did we become this? What happened to us?

The answer, of course, was everything. His own disappearance and temporary death. The PTSD from endless days of torture and experiments. The gruesome cases they worked. The loss of their miracle son. The betrayal by the organization they had given their lives to. The isolation. The running. The dark.

But through it all, they had loved. There was a part of him that was relieved to know that she had loved him even then, even during one of their earlier bouts with the darkness. There was another part of him that was devastated by all the wasted time, by all the doubting, by all the signals he had missed. 

He sat there until his tears slowed and he could see the paper again. He couldn’t reread it, not right then, so he folded it up as carefully as possible and placed it back in the envelope. After a moment of staring at his name on the front, he stood and, shakily, went back to his office.

He stopped in the middle of the room for a moment, taking it in. Even here, in this space that had mostly been his, he felt her absence. Maybe it was because, since 1993, nothing had really just been his anymore. Not to him. 

He glanced back down at the letter, photographic memory playing flashes of her words, moments from their time, pieces of his heart. Slowly, he moved over to the corkboard and tucked the letter behind the “I WANT TO BELIEVE” poster. The one that had used to hang behind their desk. 

He took a deep breath and then went into the kitchen. He pulled out the White Castle mug he had just washed and put away, filling it with iced tea. He took a sip, letting the sweetness flow over his tongue, washing away the earlier salt from his tears. After a moment, he headed back to the living room and turned on a lamp, letting it bathe the room in soft light as he put on his reading glasses and opened the file he had left sitting on the edge of the couch. He picked out the autopsy report and began to read.

[madmadmilk]

lol my bf and I made an art page ❤️

find us on tiktok and Instagram @ pjs.everyday ! he’s an animator, I’m an illustrator and we’re making some fun stickers, post cards and prints 🌸 hoping to open up our shop soon, in preparation for our first Artist Alley Table!!!!!!! Super excited and super nervous omgggg pls follow along and support us 🌷💕✨

[baylardian-1]

Kinda went insane over the idea that Kathryn would start to display instinctual nesting behaviors as she broaches full term in her pregnancy. :3 

It’d be a subconscious behavior and she’s somewhat unaware of the fact that she’s doing it early on, not really questioning the fact that she’s gathering and stockpiling belongings of both hers and Chakotay’s in her quarters. And given that Chakotay rooms elsewhere, it takes him a while to pick up on the odd behavior. Eventually she resorts to customizing a “nest” for herself on the holodeck in the form of their little house on New Earth, even going so far as to add a room for the triplets in addition to a little nursery for their new baby as well. :)

[sitstaystoned]

happy day of transgendog— sorry, transgenday of visibuppy— er, transgender dog of visibility!!!!

[belovedcherie]

did i mention i FINALLY STARTED THE OWL HOUSE ???????????????

[tatoasting]

Got high the other day and couldnt stop twitching and my body was just, jerking in my gf's direction. I told her that I felt like a sunflower, I was just a sunflower & she was my sun. I wish I could remember exactly how I said it because in the moment it all felt so beautiful. I guess its all just about the moment, isnt it. I'm a sunflower, I'm just a sunflower, and you, you are my sun. When I cant control how I move, I find my way closer to you. Something like that.

Anyway I miss them so much rn lol I will literally see them in like 10 hours and most of that will be sleeping but stiiiilllllll aaaaaaaaa I cant stop thinking about them and I miss my person <33

[dragscore]

i’m avoiding every mistletoe until i know that it's true love he thinks of, so next christmas, i'm not all alone, boy. ♥

val wishing you a merry christmas hehe ♥

[riddlingabout]

What's your favourite show from the Hatchetfield series (including NMT)?? Just curious :3

omg hiiiiiii ☺️☺️☺️☺️

this made me smile so big hehe

nerdy prudes all the way, but i love each of them for different reasons

(though i'm yet to watch NMT)

(pls don't kill me, i'm not a nerdy prude)

nerdy prudes made me feel so seen, i've been majorly hyperfixating on it since may, and i have a crush on...literally every single character i think? (which never happens), i could rant about it forever tbh so take this as me very much holding back haha

tgwdlm was my hyperfixation prior to npmd and i was eating sleeping and breathing that soundtrack for months, i love paul and emma and ted and the more that I come to terms with probably being neurodivergent the more those characters (especially jon characters) hold my heart and cradle it 😌

i'm also just a major theatre nerd and i love the design of the show, from the lighting to the mechanics, to joey's totally unnecessary runs of death haha, plus showstoppin number is so deep in my vocal range it makes me feel like a pro when i sing it hehe (I also knew a guy VERY like him irl haha)

black friday i sometimes find confronting to think about in a way that I don't with the others, i'm overdue for a re-watch and re-listen (I've only really been listening to 'take me back' and 'Califor-MIA' because i love the lyrics of the former and the latter is great for my mommy issues and my vocal range haha), i was also THRILLED to see dylan again, even though jon has my heart

anywayyyyy this was a super long answer that probably went way deeper than you wanted but i appreciated the ask so much that i got a little excited, i'd love to hear your thoughts, head canons, opinions, anything! and please feel free to drop by again! my asks and dm's are always here for you 🫶🏻

[deritosmi]

Do you have a spidersona? If so, wanna talk about them?

OH MY GOD I LITERALLY KICKED MY LEGS WHEN I SAW THIS!!!!!!

HEHE YES I HAVE A SPIDERSONA YES I WANNA TALK ABOUT THEM OMG

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!

HAHAHAHAH OKAY SO

his name is dolce (for now)

For like seventy million years I didn’t know that you could make a spider sona that wasn’t extremely similar to yourself so I might change a lot of stuff about him pls be patient:)

I have yet to design eir suit buuuuut I HAVE drawn their face (trying to mimic spiderverse style)

I’ll say I think it was pretty good for the first time but I think the lineart was a bit too thick and the eyes weren’t really faithful to the spiderverse style so I’m probably gonna redraw (and redesign a little bit)

BUT ANYWAYYYYY (tee hee)

here he is!!!

My spider-sona 👍👍

Earth-143

Preferred name: Dolce (pronounced Dol•che)

Surname: Patal 

Nickname(s): 

Dookie 

he protested against this

Dolly 

he protested against this

Cheche 

he protested against this

Eight 

only used by fellow heroes

Phanny 

he absolutely hates this 

Cryptid name(s):

Eight Eyes

Explanation for Eight Eyes

The back of Dolce’s suit has a design that resembles a set of eight eyes. The first person who ever saw him only saw his back, hence the name.

Hero name: Phantom-8 (or just Spider-Man)

Pronouns: He/They/E/It (spivak)

Background 

Personality: INFP-T

Zodiac: I don’t know yet :)

He was bitten by an UNDEAD radioactive spider and now he fights against ghosts (in secret).

Rather than being seen as a hero, he’s seen as a cryptid(and his presence has caused more business and tourism in his little town.)

Living in a suburban neighbourhood in Atlanta (but don’t worry, he can roller-skate to get to crime scenes quickly.)

Powers and Skills

Skills

Skating

He can skate at 70mph.

Lying

he’s actually good at it 

Only does it for his secret identity

Spider Related

Spider-sense 

Tingling feeling in his brain that tells him something bad is coming (and what direction ‘something bad’ is coming from)

 High pain tolerance 

See: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MajorInjuryUnderreaction

Natural web fluid

spinnerets developed in his arms when he was bit

Shoot web fluid when they are pressed

Super strength

He can lift 10.5 tons

Ghost Related 

Intangibility 

allows him to phase through anything (except ghosts) at will

Allows him to touch ghosts 

Invisibility

self explanatory 

At will

Doesn’t work on ghosts

Relationships 

Earth-143

Wade Wilson - librarian.

Dolce is apart of the teen advisory board of the public library.

Wade is like a weird uncle figure.

(I love deadpool!!!)

Dolce is super distant with pretty much everyone. He doesn’t hang out with anyone.

Spider-Society

He’s still really distant but he’s a little more willing to be open since everyone there is like him.

He doesn’t really like the idea of making sacrifices to maintain the canon but he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go after being outed to his parents as a trans boy.

Dolce’s Feelings Towards Certain People 

Miguel O’Hara

avoids

Slightly dislikes

tries to be friendly 

Lyla

Friendly

Neutral

Jessica Drew

Avoids

But treats nicer than Miguel

Neutral

Peter B. Parker

Does not avoid

Friendly

doesn’t want to talk much 

Neutral

Pavitr Prabharker

friendly 

doesn’t talk much

Good impression 

Likes by association (Hobie)

Gwendolyn Stacy

friendly

doesn’t talk much

Good impression 

Likes by association (Hobie)

Hobart Brown

very friendly 

Talks a little bit more in comparison to other people 

Likes 

Margo Kess

don’t interact much 

Neutral

Miles Morales 

doesn’t know anything about him

Likes by association (Hobie)

Web slinger

Kinda Likes

Shy-ish

Likes the horse too

Spider Noir 

Unsure

Never talks

Peni Parker

Likes

Talk about interests frequently 

I JUST WANNA SAY TYSM FOR ASKING THIS THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU

you have NO idea how happy this makes me

[gojo-mochi]

🥰🥰🥰💕💕🧡🫶🏼🫶🏼😩Loveeee that toxic Dilf Shanks so it made me think of some thirsts~ 🫣 totally delete if you hate this or if it’s to much!!

[18+!]

Toxic Gilf Garp! who uses you as his little marine show pony at all the big party’s. Having you suck or fuck his bosses as he slowly rises through the ranks all thanks to you.

It doesn’t help the man is so strong that he takes all YOUR hard work for himself but you both know it was that throat game that had him rise to the top😩

Or a toxic Dilf Doffy! That has tons of whores and ladies that bed him but you’re his favorite though he would never get rid of the others for you. Having to much pride as a king to be tied to just one he’ll tell you~ a king rules never submits, he’ll blabber. But you both know he’s never gonna change even when he’s balls deep whispering sweet nothing in your ear

Or ORRRRR DILF LAW ! 🥵🥵🫶🏼💕 ugh 😩 like sheeshhhh~!

AHHH GARP HAVE ME DEAD OH MY LORD

OH YOU KNOW THAT IM GOING STRAIGHT TO ANOTHER DILF/GILF MARINE AND LEAVHING HIS ASS SMH. Kizaru-daddy please take me 👉👈

Doffy is doffy like usually SIGH BUT I LOVE HIM ANYWAYYYYY RAHHHHHH- as long as im his fav hehe <3

OMg Dilf-Law.. more stubble on his face now cuz hes too lazy to take care of it, so he makes you sit on his lap with a razor and shave it for him mmmmm, hand on you hips as you try not to cut him accidentally while hes staring you down with a soft smirk. Let you trace his tattoos on his skin, he got a bit more pudge but you can still see the outline of his abs he used to have when he was younger.

Wahh THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR THRISTS <3 <3333333 ToxicDILF Shanks is a menace and im gonna ruin the readers when i finally write about him..

But Gilf!Rogers tho MM now thats a man who can service you right!! Best pleasure dom ever, stamnia thru the roof and he will make sure you're taken care of RIGHT

[wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife]

First time receiving oral

Benn Beckman: you never received oral?

Y/n: No, never really had the chance to. They were all pricks, chasing their own pleasure.

Benn Beckman: Yeah? Gotta change that love.

Dracule Mihawk: *sips wine, while silently watching*

*time skip*

Y/n: *lays on the bed, naked, trembling, nearly passed out from the pleasure*

Dracule Mihawk: *sips wine*

Benn Beckman: See darling, wasn‘t so bad, was it?

Shanks: *bursts into the cabin* - Hey, what are you guys doing to her?

Darcule Mihawk: Calm down big boy. Y/n over there never had the pleasure of receiving oral.

Shanks: *chuckles* Didn‘t know Benn was so good at giving head, she nearly passed out?

Dracule Mihawk: *puts down wine glass* He is the best

Y/n: *lazily looks at Shanks* The Best

Benn Beckman: *chukles* thanks darling

Shanks: how would you know that was your first-

Notes:

*chuckles* hehe, that was my first ever-

Low-key don‘t know what I’m doing

Anywayyyyy, hope you enjoyed - yeah I’m obsessed with Benn btw.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

hi mac!!!! mentally i am sitting with u on the couch watchin youtube videos w u. i hope ur day was good :3 i had work 2day. did not stop me writing ghostknife!!! i wrote 2k more words in my tumblr drafts over my seven hour shift. im at 8.5k words total now. get my ass out the kitchen im cookin too hard!!!!! THAT ASIDE mac can u gimme some nhw thoughts. i wanna hear about nhw mark winters. tell me abt ur favourite gay depressed blond man!!!!!!!! i wanna hear abt him and what the winters family torment nexus is like in nhw!!!!!! holding out a microphone 2 u the floor is yours 🎤

OKAY . HI. I LOVE TORTURING THAT BLONDE MAN. im going to direct you to the mark winters essay just in case you havent read that one yet because its got context for a lot of what im gonna talk about hehe (beware for worm spoilers, ill make this answer easy 2 understand without context i promise) under the cut bc i tend to ramble about him. oops

god . okay. basis of the entire nhw mark winters character is that he is the most unlucky man in the entire world. like. literally. hes been targeted that way. universe's favorite punching bag. i could make a joke here about being god and such but ill save that for my dnd campaign.

literally. so much bad shit happens to him. and then keeps happening to him. and keeps happening. and he has to be so fucking. emotionally repressed and logical and analytic and focused or else he will go crazy. mark is one of those capes that got powers artificially (overlord forced them on him- parallel to forced experimentation in canon) but the dramatic irony of it all is that even if mark would have gotten his powers naturally through a trigger event... with the way worm powers work he probably wouldve ended up with the same powers anyway. man is a striker/tinker, which comes from "facing an immediate, in-your-face threat, usually a singular object or individual" (indirect danger from simurgh, immediate danger from ashe in his very unstable breaker form immediately after killing his mom) and "solutionless problems over long periods of time, culminating in a crisis moment" (faking his and ashe's deaths in order to escape the quarantine process of simurgh survivors, having to be on the run from any sort of scrutiny for nearly TEN YEARS, eventually resulting in being offered a job working for overlord (a notoriously cruel crime lord)) . i have a lot of feelings about that. mark goes through all of this and never has a trigger event, he gets through it all with his humanity mostly intact. and then he ends up getting powers anyway because hes forced into a corner by a fucking alligator man.

ANYWAYYYYY. the fic im writing rn is from tide's pov and its immediatly after overlords death, where tide finds mark (and a bunch of other people) unconscious in tubes after going through biological experimentation and getting. animal features. this is how mark gets the lizard stuff in this au. anyway since the fic is from tide's pov i want to take a second to talk about what it would be like from marks pov. mark disobeyed one of overlords orders because it would have meant fighting the wards (who ashe . recently joined as part of the team) . overlord does not take this well and punishes him by using him for unethical human experiments. so between that moment and overlords death, mark had been subjected to over a week of near-constant testing and surgery and he was probably awake for a lot of it and. thatll fuck a guy up!!!!! pretty fucking severely!!!!! but in the grand scheme of things a week isnt that much time. which is why his transformation is only minimal and he can still pretty much pass as human with some disguising (some of the other subjects were. not so lucky).

mark was unconscious for the entire overlord fight, so he has no idea what happens. because he was unmasked, the heroes dont recognize him as a villain so instead of going to jail he gets taken to a hospital with all of the other subjects and is basically just treated as a civilian victim. but because nobody knows who he is or his relation to ashe/auxiliary.... nobody. tells him about what happened to overlord. the wards arent as closely involved with mark in this au (and honestly they dont really like him enough to care, they really just know him as "ashe's shitty dad" and thats about it). um. well. the only person who knows his identity and knows his relation is. tide.

working for a supervillain and constantly surviving out of the public's eye for fear that someone might discover your past doesnt leave a lot of room for friends, and his only living family is currently being turned into a puppet by another supervillain (not that he knows this yet) so the only person who really visits him is tide. theyre not friends, theyre not anything to each other, really, but . they KNOW each other. they UNDERSTAND each other in a way that. nobody else in the world would. go read roswells nhw tidalwave post its everything to me . anyway im getting distracted. like i said, over a week of constant unethical experiments and body horror will fuck a guy up. three of his base biological senses/instincts have been SEVERELY messed with (eyesight is fundamentally changed by the heat sense, he cant really thermoregulate well anymore, his balance is completely thrown off by the Addition Of A New Limb) and so that makes it. really hard for him to recover into some sense of lucidity. the next handful of days after he ends up in the hospital are a complete blur of consciousness, any time he opens his eyes hes totally disoriented, hes getting these awful migraines from the strain, he cant control his body heat and it seems like hes always too cold, the scales are fucking itchy, etc etc etc. hes bedridden most of the time because he cant even stand up on his own without support bc he has to get used to the weight of a tail. for those days where he's basically stuck in bed, stuck in his room, etc. he is. bored out of his mind, hes angry, hes scared (ohhh god hes in a hospital did someone do a background check do they know who he is. he hasnt been to a real doctor in over ten years), he doesnt know how much time has passed.

tide happens to visit the first day mark is feeling lucid enough to ask about ashe. this is like. a week or so into his recovery. he overheard one of the staff talking about the date and it made him like. snap awake because he realized hes been away from home and had no way to contact ashe in like. half a month. he cant ask any of the hospital staff about what happened to his son because thats a surefire way of getting a billion questions about his identity. so when tide shows up its immediately like "where is he is someone taking care of him i hate you heroes and everything you stand for but i know hes part of that team now please tell me theyre keeping him safe" and. tide is really really good at keeping a straight face but he just has this Look in his eyes and mark Knows in that moment that every single one of his nighmares is coming true. he tries to leave, tide has to catch him because he still cant walk and hes behaving like a fucking wild animal, hes biting and clawing and just in this rage because why didnt anyone tell me sooner i couldve done something i couldve protected him ("mark, you were basically in a coma" "i dont care") . nobody knows what actually happened to ashe yet. he killed overlord and then just. went missing. nobody saw him leave. they have no lead whatsoever on where he could be (yet) and it drives mark CRAZY dude like. all mark winters knows is grief and rage. eventually the wards are given that hint about where to find him and see him with the trickster and now THEY know, but. again, they dont.. know mark as well. they dont have any reason to go tell him right away. i havent decided yet whether it would be more painful for tide to break this news to him too or if the first time mark sees his son again is . on tv unmasked using his powers in some gaudy outfit he knows ashe would never choose to wear with his hair pulled back out of his face in some intricate braid and. why are his eyes orange . what the fuck happened to him. his wholeeeeee. entire world entire existence just comes crashing down around him .

mark winters universe's most hated man