#evanverse

a/n: double meaning with the title cuz the quicksilver apocalypse is indeed alive, breathing, and taking over. this takes place after the battle (after my boy broke his leg). hope you like!!!!

warnings: implication of sex but nothing much besides fluff

Poke.

The mess of silver hair turned to face you, his face immediately glowing at the sight of your happy greeting.

He was sat on the grass expanse outside the x-mansion with his leg and crutches laid out in front of him. It was already decorated in color and little sentiments, and you couldn't wait to shower it with sharpie on behalf of your love for him. The last time you saw him was when he was being taken into the infirmary, so you were jumping out of your skin at the very moment.

"Hey, sweetheart," He greeted, beaming up at you as you lowered yourself to a seated position beside him. You returned the expression and kissed his already heating cheek. "How are you holding up?" You asked, with regards to his injury.

He held up his crutches and chuckled, "With these."

"I see, I see," you laughed.

He rested his hand on your knee and reassured you. "I'm alright, I'm alright. The doctors say I'll be healed by Valentine's day." He joked a little.

"Oh?" You dropped your jaw joyfully before mocking seriousness. "You asked some dumbass question didn't you."

He shook his head, trying to keep his amusement at bay. He failed and let out a small laugh. "I was just curious, jeez."

You laughed out loud for a good moment while he joined and watched you with a fond smile. You held his jaw and kissed him happily making an obvious "mwah" sound that you both had grown to love, and it triggered a child-like giggle from the both of you.

You remembered something.

"Oh! Do you have a sharpie?" You asked. He nodded and pulled a few from his jacket pocket, handing them to you. You thanked him briefly before shifting to where his casted leg was. You pushed your hair back and laid on your stomach, already starting to doodle heart shapes of all sizes and colors, along with sweet thoughts and drawings of him. He watched you, leaning on the backs of his palms. He almost teased you but he was too ecstatic inside with love and appreciation. He would take your hand and run around with you and take you anywhere, but the circumstance didn't allow it. But it did mean lazy days and maybe more peace than usual–and he couldn’t complain about that.

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Though I do not want to give you more attention, I also do not want you to be spreading anymore misinformation.

Jazz reached out in the first place because she was concerned about you. She legitimately thought your blog was nuked or something. No one was ever forcing you to join back to the server, we all were just simply concerned for you.

You actually were the one who brought it to tumblr, you started vague posting first. As it has been pointed out to you several times, Jazz's rp characters never interacted with yours in an extreme sexual manner (at least it was very little compared to all the other rps going on). The majority of the stuff in the rp channels were not meant to be taken seriously at all.

Okay, maybe you truly didn't call Jazz a rapist and a pedophile. But something that has been said a lot, which is simply untrue is that Jazz was pressuring minors (bloom) to read her smut fics.

Well, I think we should take a look at this so call 'pressuring'

"I mean liking, no forced reblogs or comments" That is the entirety of this conversation. Jazz was not pressuring Bloom to interact, she was telling them not to be so fearful of the interactions.

But, here are some more of the 'pressuring'

Pressuring is defined as "Attempt to persuade or coerce (someone) into doing something" which, holy shit, Jazz didn't fucking do.

Now, Bloom has gone to Jazz (as well as others) in dms about being uncomfortable with the power dynamics between him and the adults. I absolutely do not want to diminish his feelings, but I recall that most of Bloom messages in that server were sexual in nature.

As seen here

I, myself was uncomfortable when Bloom would make sexual comments while in conversation with me. I didn't take many screenshots of these events, but this one really stuck out to me.

I never said anything, because no one EVER said anything about this in the server. I know it was probably wrong of me to not say anything, but I just simply didn't know how. If I suggested that only one person was making me uncomfortable with their comments, would the others dislike me because they were closer to Bloom than I was? Since I wasn't very close with a lot of the people at the time, I was afraid to speak up.

Also, as I recall, the argument that made you leave the server was because we didn't want you interjected into the already existing relationships, but you didn't want your rp character to be in a relationship. Which is fine, you're allowed to do that. But when people ask you to not insert yourself into an rp, that's your sign to not do it. Like I said, the people who were reaching out and 'pestering' you were just concerned. Considering you kinda left abruptly and then blocked people.

Now, when this drama first started you got some anons, to which you accused one of being me. You also accused me of stalking your account. So I decided to privately dm you and apologize. This is what you said to that.

Max, you may not think that your posts played a big role in this, but I can say for certain that is not the case. I know of at least one person who was in the original server, not a part of this drama at all, never made any posts about it, and still got countless death threats. I myself was having panic attacks every day for a week because of this. I thought Jazz committed suicide over this. A mutual, who I thought I was very close with, straight up lied to my face for you.

I thought I could let this go. I truly thought we had moved on from this, but then it started right back up again. I am not making this post to attack you, I genuinely want this to stop. It is not us who has been 'not letting this go' it's you and the people who support you.

We have not 'ruined the evan peters fandom', it was your petty sense of needing to be painted in a good light that did. You took a story and bent every edge of it because most of what you have said has been made up. There are no victims, you are not a victim, and I never victim blamed you.

And no 'everybody except you guys think you're insane and gross' is not true. I know for sure of at least twelve people, besides Jazz and I, who don't agree with you one bit.

At first it was that I simply didn't appreciate waking up to a message in my inbox, doxxing my girlfriend. But, while writing this very post, I got a message from you.

Now, I never made a post on here talking about this. So where did you get this from? Oh! A private server that you weren't meant to have any knowledge of! Wow! And before I got a chance to defend myself, you blocked me.

So yeah, I'm not letting it go. Because you ruined the one place that genuinely still made me happy.

Even though you blocked me, I know this will eventually reach you, and I hope you seriously get help.

To all the people involved, I'm sorry if you got threats or hate. To all the anons sending hate, you're terrible people. I hope the people who have been misinformed can now truly understand the situation. That's all I wanted to do with this post. I love all of you <3

-Star

‘Sup, I’m Atlas! She/Her. (AHS OC)

Full name: Atlas Darko Valentine

DRAWN BY @msmzz MY POOKIEEE

I’m nineteen, my best friend is a ghost, and I totally dig music! I just moved to Cali five months ago.

I live in the Hotel Cortez now, room 64. :p

I’m a vampire!

I hardly ever go to school, and I’m usually chillin’ at home with my boyfriend when I’m skipping. (I hate school and complain when I’m there).

I love the ideas of ghosts, and I love learning as much about them as I can.

I also own three cats! Ask about them whenever, I love talking about them! :]

I’m currently deeply rooted into the Murder House after learning some of the past, and I’m hoping to connect with the ghosts there! They seem pretty tight so far.