“As long as you promise that you can always find me~”

“Hmm? What was that?~” #SeductiveSunday

<- Passed out on the dining room table.

“Is Maddy short for Madison or Madeline?” “Also yes please wear that to the office, I would love to see people’s reactions.”

“Maybe what? Spit it out.”

She just grins.

“If that’s what you want~”

“Your head is tilted down… you are also standing like… two feet away I can see through your sunglasses.”

You were, still are too.

Da.

“I’m enjoying mine, personally.”

“Hmm? What was that?~” #SeductiveSunday

"I'll be fine~"

"I'm great with animals!"

"Bla bla bla bla?"

"What?"

“Bla bla”

She shrugs. “I found it.”

“Da.”

“Well I know it too.”

“I was speaking Kryptonese!”

"Do not give me that look."

"I know EXACTLY what I am saying!"

"Dude..."

"You didn't know what I was saying?"

"Faker."

"D-Dude you can't say that..."

"Why are we arguing about breakfast? Pancakes are clearly the best."

"Bubnba wubba?"

"?"

"Goowaga?"

"No.... NO... NO!!!" She screams... a truly demonic scream, wings spread wide behind her as grief and internalized rage bubble out like a failing steam engine. "Why... why can't I keep my friends alive..."

"NO!" She sobs, falling against Wanda's body. "No... please... I... I didn't see it going to your chest... oh god..."

"A scary musical?"

Still scouring her book, looking for something... anything that might save her. "No... I can't... this isn't.... Wanda..." She looks over to her, tears welling as the tone rings harshly in the sterile room. "No... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry we were just... it was just practice..."

"Da, so did a lot of people."

"I don't think you were ever my teacher."

"Oh okay!" THWACK

“Do you really think I’ll be bested by a cop?”

“Coward.”

Try me~

She steps through the portal, right into one of the Mansion’s medical rooms, laying her down and hooking her up as she racks through spells in her mind.

“Fine… is deal…”

@alexeishield.bsky.social "When I was little I had that little blow up version of you!"

"Is it really working or am I faking? You find out now!"

This is why I steal his hoodies.

“Whatever…” She grumbles, going into Scott’s closet, rustling for a hoodie.

<- Has a black eye. “It really is real…”

Not the paint dimension… Ruined my favorite (of Scott’s) hoodies.

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