#CM Lucas

[tarorobun]

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[autisticsupervillain]

Irredeemable: Complete Monster War

The show where we compare the evilest villains between two franchises and vote to determine which franchise has the eviler villains.

Today's Franchises...

The Magnus Archives vs Resident Evil!

Contestants:

Jonah Magnus vs Albert Wesker

Maxwell Rayner vs Derek Clifford Simmons

Nikola Orsinov vs Alexia Ashford

Eugene Vanderstock vs Osmund Saddler

Jon Amherst vs Vincent Goldman

Not-Them vs Brian Irons

Mary Keay vs Lucas Baker

Semi-Final Round: Maxwell Rayner vs Derek Clifford Simmons

[vendettavalor]

// fuck it- like this post if you wanna interact with Star Wars AU Lucas Grey- the secretive leader of the Grey Militia, mysterious bounty hunter and gun-for-hire, and professional anti-Imperial terrorist.

[portallhopper]

I kind of want to get a lifesize cardboard cut out of hua cheng just for shits and giggles

[cmsnation]

I wish we got more of their friendship

[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

I made those bugs with names memes for the Transatlantic characters

[chimziemint]

sticky notes from the party.

and yes dustin writes fancy.

[vendettamuses]

@maximuses​ SAID: What's their favorite thing to tease each other about? // What good do they bring out in each other? - For Lucas and Val ofc

⚔️ Couple Questions // ACCEPTING ⚔️

What's their favorite thing to tease each other about?

// Valeriya absolutely teases Lucas about his height. When they were younger, he used to be much taller than her. Despite being rail thin, he still thought that made him a good protector and shield for her against the elements. However, now that they’re adults, they can both see that Val kept growing long after he stopped. And her heels don’t help. So she likes to dangle that fact over his head from time to time. It’s not like he can reach up high enough to stop her after all.

// Lucas teases Val about how she’s constantly stealing his clothes. Granted, while he might be shorter, he has a wider frame so a lot of his jackets and shirts tend to hang off of her. She fits comfortably into them and will constantly steal pieces from his wardrobe. He doesn’t complain though. He loves the fact that she insists on keeping pieces of him so close.

What good do they bring out in each other?

// These 2 bring out the absolute best in each other. They are able to be themselves in a way they can’t be with anyone else. Their connection is a lifelong bond that runs deep. They have seen each other at their worst. Their most desperate and most vulnerable. And they grew through that experience together. They are hopelessly intertwined without any chance of separation. Not that they’d ever want to be either.

// Valeriya crumbles that stoic facade Lucas has spent decades carefully perfecting. A single smile or word or touch from her caves him completely. He becomes so soft and tender. He speaks in low whispers, offers the gentles caresses. He becomes so physically affectionate that it border in clingy. He becomes a total Romance Romeo just for her. He’s all kisses and cuddles and softness. He’s all playful jokes and sarcastic comments, all hopes and dreams about a future he knows can happen with her.

// Likewise, Lucas melts the frosty demeanor Val has developed. With him, her walls come crumbling down. She is needy for his attention and affection. She clings to him like he is her lifeline. She jokes with him, plays with him, eats with him, showers with him, sleeps with him. She attaches herself to him, never wanting to be away from him again. He brings out that vibrant, happy, clever girl he knew in their youth. She’s not afraid to be vulnerable with him, and she trusts him wholeheartedly to guard her and her secrets.

[malkaviian]

mary, trying to comfort rafael who is feeling really guilty for having a crush on luca: you shouldn't really feel that bad about liking him, you know? i dont think you should feel bad at all, actually. i mean, probably everyone in the whole town is a little bit into luca, some more than others, just look at him. its not cheating if its luca, honestly. if i was dating someone and they told me they were into him, i would most probably nod along and say "me too". its fine i promise

[kyseya]

Weston Callaghan

(Yandere farmer x reader. He is from this fic)

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Age: 27

Appearance: Weston is a very tall and muscular man. His dark brown hair is cut short and reaches his ears. It’s often a bit messy since he doesn’t brush it or do anything besides wash when showering. He is a whooping 6’7(200 cm), this man is a beast, which isn’t such a surprise considering all the work he does daily. Weston also has a scar below his left eye, you can easily see the depth of the cut that caused it. It seems to be a miracle he didn’t lose his eyesight.

Personality: He is quite the simple man. He doesn’t require anything beyond the farm he lives on. It may be because of the upbringing he had, the one that didn’t allow greed of any kind, but he doesn’t have the energy to think about that. As the older one, he feels responsible for his younger brother. Naturally this meant he had to be the more mature one. Weston can usually be seen with a slight frown engraved on his face. It takes a lot to wipe it off. Despite his stoic nature, he can be incredibly sweet when he wants to. This is not shown through words but through his actions. It can be by helping you with any problem you might be having, bringing you a bouquet of hand-picked flowers or getting rid of any pests bothering you.

Likes & dislikes: he enjoys the light dawn brings and waking up early. In his youth, he absolutely despised it but now he likes the mornings. It’s peaceful and quiet, much like him, and you can enjoy nature in a calm demeanor. Coffe is something he also enjoys, which he drinks before setting out to do his morning chores. If you’re not an early bird like him, that’s fine. He doesn’t care about that stuff. As long as you don’t lay in bed doing nothing all the time. Although that may be more out of concern. Weston doesn’t like TV all that much. It’s because it reminds him of his parents and it makes him recoil in disgust. However much he dislikes it, the TV stays out since Lucas still enjoys sitting in front of it after a particularly hard day. If you like watching TV as well, then there is no way he could get rid of it even if he wanted to. The only exception of it being as a punishment. Even then he would throw it away, but just put it somewhere you can’t see, find or retrieve it.

Yandere tendencies: possesive and controlling. While he’s also protective of his loved one, it’s not nearly as much as his brother. Compared to him, Weston is more relaxed and doesn’t try to restrict his partner, so long they don’t travel outside the frames. If you do as he says and don’t question it too much, you’ll be fine! He will be content when you know who you belong to. He doesn’t pay attention to others so neither should you. Of course he’s not forbidding you to talk to other, no that’s be crazy, just don’t spend too much time with them or think about leaving him. Then he might have to come up with a solution; he is a good problem solver, always has been. He doesn’t want to keep you locked up inside the house, so don’t force him to make that choice, okay?

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(I don’t know anything about facial scars or eyes, so plz don’t come for me if it’s wrong)

[devotedlystrangewizard]

shoutout to garleans for having a 3rd eye which for some reason is the only thing in the world that can remind me where the hairline is.

[autisticsupervillain]

Irredeemable: Complete Monster War

The show where we compare the evilest villains between two franchises and vote to determine which franchise has the eviler villains.

Today's Franchises...

The Magnus Archives vs Resident Evil!

Contestants:

Jonah Magnus vs Albert Wesker

Maxwell Rayner vs Derek Clifford Simmons

Nikola Orsinov vs Alexia Ashford

Eugene Vanderstock vs Osmund Saddler

John Amherst vs Vincent Goldman

Not-Them vs Brian Irons

Mary Keay vs Lucas Baker

Score:

The Magnus Archives: 3 (Mary Keay, John Amherst, and Eugene Vanderstock)

Resident Evil: 1 (Brian Irons)

Round 5: Nikola Orsinov vs Alexia Ashford

[vendettavalor]

⚔️ THINGS YOUR MUSE MIGHT NOTICE ABOUT MINE ⚔️

LUCAS GREY

WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE:

Rugged. Gruff. Intimidating. And yet, breathtakingly handsome. Silvery salt and pepper hair and dark eyes like gunmetal glinting between the leaves of foliage as it takes aim at a target. Skin weathered finely by age and harrowing experiences, wrinkles and scars tell stories of the many battles he's fought- and won. Freckles and sunspots form constellations that intertwine is cosmic patterns across a body built for power, speed, and resilience. Despite his conventional beauty and the charm of his appearance, he is far from inviting. With a resting face more akin to the hunting stare of a wolf, a stature that easily towers over most, and a frame built broadly to dissuade any would-be challengers to his prowess, he is meant to be admired from afar- assuming he wishes to be seen at all. Lucas may not be the perfect specimen that Ort-Meyer was aiming for. But he is still nothing short of a masterful and terrifying assassin.

WHAT HE SMELLS LIKE:

The burn of gunpowder and metal stings the nostrils. Yet it is not entirely unpleasant. Not when the notes are so muted; tangled and nestled deep within the fibers of his jacket where smoky bourbon and cool aftershave blanket the harsher scents with something slightly more palatable. Mingling with the aromatic spice of dusty sand and fresh petrichor collected on him like dew from his travels, his scent is not for everyone. But to the few who might be able to understand him- connect with him even- it may well be the most soothing scent in the world.

WHAT HE SOUNDS LIKE:

Not the crack of the gunshot, but the roaring echo that follows. The rumble of distant thunder that tails silent lightning before a disastrous storm. The growl of a predator stalking closer and closer to its prey, ready to pounce before it will ever be seen coming. A voice pleasantly deep and spoken with an accent that, on the surface, is British. His Romanian heritage betrays him at times though- the slip of the wolf's paw over the smallest branch, cracking it in half. The only warning of danger his prey receives before he goes for the kill. His speaks low, almost soft. As though that will bring any comfort for when he strikes. For even the serpent's tongue sounded sweet as he lied.

WHAT HE FEELS LIKE:

A bed a little too big. A house for two inhabited by one. A silent garden in the middle of spring. On the surface, he seems like he could be so comforting. But on approach comes the realization that he walks with an aura of death. The chill up the spine when his gaze finds its mark. The deep, primordial urge to turn and run when he parts his lips to reveal gleaming white canines poised to sink into flesh with cold metal. It feels as though that, in another life, Lucas could be someone wonderful. Someone who brings peace, and safety, and love, and kindness in his smile and in his words and in his shape. But in this life, he feels every bit like the monster he was always meant to be. And everyone can see it.

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[sucker-for-emily-prentiss]

The way Hotch says in the first episode of cm that every baby name reminds him of a serial killer and he can’t name his son Jeffrey or Henry because of Dahmer and Lee Lucas but then goes and names his child Jack… as in Jack the Ripper? That was actually so funny of the writers

[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

I just wanna use this moment to remind y'all that Cory is 6 feet tall.

[vendettavalor]

“I hardly see how that’s relevant.”

It’s a simple yet ominous answer to her question. Possible. Most likely. Though Lucas had a very strong tendency to act with precision and exactness, there were times when collateral damage could not be avoided. He did everything in his power to minimize that. But sometimes his best just wasn’t enough. And despite the infamous reputation he had developed as a cold, calculating, and methodical terrorist, he held every failure much closer his hear than he would ever let on.

He hardly reacts to the scream that cuts through the pleasant ambiance around them. A slight turn of the head contrasts sharply to the discordant flocking of pompous heads dressed in millions of dollars worth of pageantry-worth gowns and suits. And like faithful herding dogs guiding sheep, the other security personnel are quick to trail after the crowd, barking orders and commands to try and bring some semblance of order back to the masses of nosy onlookers now knee-deep in a situation worthy of true panic.

He huffs a small sound like amusement and follows after her, cutting through the swarm of bodies with ease. His nonchalance betrays his familiarity with chaos— his adaption to being so close to it. No one bats an eye when they reach a door labeled in bold letters RESTRICTED AREA. No one hears the beep of confirmation the pad lets out when he swipes the stolen keycard, nor the creak of hinges when he pushes one half of the doors open to let her slip in before him.

“According to my source, our destination is down the hall and to the right. The control room should have a window and a red door. Everything we need will be inside.”

The urge to roll her eyes was almost unbearable when he mentioned she was late. They had accounted for each phase to have a bit of extra time for hiccups but she found no need to point out the obvious. But — Faye looked over him once more, barely turning her head to get a good look at his stance — what could one expect from a man who stood at the bar like some ominous and ever-vigilant gargoyle. It was no wonder no one turned to look their way, fear of catching the security guard's eye an imminent death sentence. She remained unbothered, leaning against the bar as she ran a finger around the rim of her glass.

"Did you kill him?" She asked, bringing the glass to her lips once more. This time, she drank until the contents were depleted, needing the liquor to help her get through this. Fear wasn't what worried her, it was having to deal with Lucas and his no fun allowed demeanor. The mission was important as was the plan but she rarely encountered a job where she cut up a bit and had some fun and it wasn't a success. Lucas had obviously been trained to be as efficient as possible but she wondered how well he could improvise if the plan did go awry. Her eyes drifted back toward him.

Listening, she merely nodded in agreement at the game plan. At least setting up her distraction was fun. And no sooner had she thought about it was there a loud shrieking sound followed by several large pops. All heads seemed to turn toward the front window, guests migrating in droves to see what was causing the peculiar noises. And then there was yelling from a woman, calling for the guards. A fire was blazing on the front lawn where firecrackers, meant for later that evening, were located. Several stray ones had already gone off but without being properly set up that had zipped across the lawn, leaving a burning trail behind them.

Faye smiled and then gestured toward their destination as the guards quickly abandoned their post to help their comrades move the fireworks and put out the growing flames.

"Come on killjoy," she pushed away from the bar and started making her way behind the crowd and toward the unguarded door. They needed to do this quickly and with one quick glance over her shoulder she stood at the door, waiting for Lucas to get them into the restricted area.