What's in a title

When he finally calls me out on my bullshit I just say that the inherent insufficiency of language ensures that whatever classification we do use will contain some degree of semantic ambiguity so it would really be pointless to split it into two different categories.

"You wanted something?" Ellen asked as she entered the cellblock leader's "office"; a cell with two chairs and a desk, all made from a bone-like substance.

Amelia Lavere looked up from the paperback novel she'd been reading. "Bakuda! Yes. Sit, please."

Ellen did so, warily. She hadn't had time to build even the most rudimentary bomb yet, and the Marquis of Brockton had been a notorious killer back in the day, or so she'd heard from the old timers in the ABB.

"You're from Brockton Bay, aren't you?" Amelia asked.

"I'm from fahckin Boston."

"Ah, my mistake. But you were arrested in Brockton?"

"Yeah." Ellen grimaced. "I shoulda stayed in school, finished blowing it the fuck up."

"I speak with everyone who comes through here who might have news about Brockton. In doing so, I've learned some disturbing facts about a certain team of heroes. Tell me, what do you know about New Wave? About their newest member?"

Oh, so that's what this was about. She'd heard the rumors, everyone had. "He's adopted, right? The Dallons got him right around the time you got arrested."

"Exactly. Now," Amelia leaned forward conspiratorially, "I'm going to tell you something that will blow your mind."

Ellen scoffed. Her mind was *not* easily blown.

"I'm not Marquis," Amelia said. "I'm innocent."

"But you were arrested in Marquis' house."

"A classic case of mistaken identity."

Ellen eyed the teenager in front of her. "It *did* always strike me as a bit odd that the man who'd terrorized the Bay for a decade turned out to be a six-year-old girl..."

"Exactly!" Amelia slammed her palms against the table. "I was framed!"

"So who's the real Marquis?"

"Who else was in Marquis' house that night?"

"No!"

"Yes!" Amelia had a manic gleam in her eyes now. "The real Marquis...is my father, Marky Lavere. Well, Marky Dallon now. Didn't it ever strike you as odd that the Dallons would adopt a man their own age?"

"I thought it was an immigration thing or something..."

lisa: taylor. taylor please don't do this you're going to die we can think of other ways. taylor listen to me taylor please don't do this. taylor please are you listening to me i can't. i can't handle losing you again

fujoshi dinah who asks tragically vague questions: 61.392% chance of: taylor getting aaaaalll up in everyone's business! (¬ᴗ ´¬ )

mean girl sidekick 1: uhhh maddie what the fuck

mean girl 2: do you like. want to fuck her

mean girl 1: yeah like wtf. why do you want her

mean girl 2: and not me.. [turns away and starts crying]

mean girl 1: wtf. whats with you two

the aforementioned skank: hi! my name is amber! do you wanna be friends? you seem like a nice person!

you may dislike wildbow for a variety of perfectly valid reasons.

you can call him a redditor, you can point out all the failings and holes in worm of which they are many. But at the end of the day you can't out write out think or out develop his creation. Even though he had 2.5 years to write it and you've had a decade to think of all the ways he failed, he still won, because you're still thinking about him.

Maybe there is some pure platonic Ideal of worm that was a perfect story. But wildbow came much closer to it than you ever will. if you think I am wrong feel free to prove it.

Marquis is cool with them dating at first since he thinks his villain daughter is corrupting his nemesis's hero daughter... But quickly changes his mind when he sees Amy and Vicky interact.

Bonesaw saying she's "provoked trigger events(plural)" is so funny when you later learn that the Entities can see the situation surrounding each trigger event.

Concept Art for the Gargantuan AU <3

A small snip:

Agitation 3.2

followed by this

She's already being crushed by the pressure of her work and other people's expectations, multiply that by a thousand and have literally everyone recognize her wherever she goes (and probably ask for help). Sure they all love her and panacea's considered one of the worlds greatest heroes, but every aspect of her life is now worse and it's impossible to go back.

Amy's just finished helping the guild with a humanitarian crisis and is on her 30th consecutive hour of consciousness. She can't go home because the fallen are suspected to be in Brockton bay targeting her, and she can't go to sleep yet because a picture of her smoking a cigarette outside an aid tent just went viral so now Carol's calling to lecture her about public image.

When she does get home, she needs a PRT escort to follow her everywhere since people have already tried kidnapping her off the streets. The armoured bodyguards make walking around incognito impossible, every time she sees a camera flash she wants to scream. What's worse is one of the elite's thinkers must have figured out her crush and they keep sending blonde haired, blue eyes girls to try and honeypot her. It's basically a matter of time until Vicky figures out why and Amy loses the one person that still treats her normally.