#main!verse

Wasp walks up to Derek with a large spider in their only hand, asking : " C-can we keep it papaaaaaaaa? " They do the puppy eyes soon after.

— Wasp Anon (@humanoidworm-anon)

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"Can we keep what?" Derek turns to look and is suddenly incredibly thankful that Moth is napping inside, and that he and Wasp were taking some time to enjoy the sunshine.

It had too many legs, too many eyes, he did NOT want it!!! At all!!! No thank you!!!

But, his Hatchling never asked for things. Never ever.

... He was going to regret this...

{Avery jumps at the random being}

| I... isn't that what der had?...

{Then it kicks in}

Mental Notes Meme

Ron was half way out the pub's door one horrifically early morning when, unbidden, a thought he'd been nursing since last he'd seen Jo replayed without so much as a by your leave. It was a Spitalfields morning. He was on the hop for the order he'd placed four days back, like he always did. Routine like clockwork, but changed this time because the little Missus he'd become used to seeing round the gaff had popped in hungry. And he weren't about to have that.

A quick double-back to the kitchen came and went and then Ron was off into the frigid dim with a jangle of keys and a glance at his watch. It was all of two in the fuckin' morning, but that was market day for you.

Miach jolted at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, and he spun around abruptly to search for its source.

He really shouldn't be wandering around here, but the beacon of magic that radiated from the area was too great to ignore.

And it seemed he had discovered its source with this young woman.

Aria was unresponsive as her mind drifts away from reality. Her skin and lips is pale as white as her consciousness was floating through an empty space filled with a thick static.

“It’s Harvest Festival time!! I love this time of year. Perfect time to go to the fields and market instead of paperwork. So many colors and smells. Though I do always make an appearance without a fuss when the villagers bring their harvest tributes to the castle. They work very hard, and I want to be there to make sure they get rewarded with thanks for their toils.”

@brattyvitale

Sparda was a bit taken by surprise when his newest son had asked him on a date. Not disgusted, just surprised. Of course he accepted. Vitale was handsome and witty. Two qualities he adored. And this was the best chance to get to know him better.