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ghostdoodlen · 2 months ago
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It's been driving me crazy the fact that there's so little Marcus Davenport fics in the Lab Rats fandom?? Anything I find is just smut in general with every character, and that's nice but I want EMOTIONS AND FEELINGSS. I want my heart ripped out and to be sobbing. I want to find Marcus, rebuild him, and give him all the love he should've had in the first place.
So I wrote this beginning in hopes of finally giving him a parental figure. Let's hope I stick to it.
Treasure
You are the partner of Davenport Industries with your own establishing company. Anything to exist, you could supply. Might have been the crow in you, but collecting stuff was satisfying and knowing it was being out to use was a joy.
However, running a billionaire company wasn't the only thing you do. Creating and building was a fun hobby you got to enjoy. It was nice to come back to your roots now and then like now, as you continued to dumpster dive in a large junkyard.
Yes, you were rich and yes that meant you didn't have to reduce yourself into having your arms deep in old metal parts and fried circuit boards were beneath you, but having all of this go to waste just left an ugly itch in your head that you couldn't let go.
So here you were, sorting through trash to find your next passion project. This is what being an eccentric billionaire truly meant.
It didn't take you long to find… whatever you're looking for. Actually, you weren't sure what you were looking at.
Staring at the fingertips clutching a clip with a small label written, “DESTROY LATER”.
Something like this was probably here and tagged like this for a reason.
You should've got rid of it, forget about it and kept digging, but you couldn't.
Delicately placing it in the breast of your pocket coat, you treading for the exit with all your goodies. Maybe they (whoever they are) were wrong to throw this away and something to love instead?
Afterall, one man's trash is another treasure.
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If I continue, this will be a story about you, the reader, finding Marcus building him back up and finally giving him the family he deserves
The boy has been through so much as the fact that his pain is played off as a joke stings.
He's been betrayed, taken for granted, used, and abandoned. I didn't really like him as a kid but now as an adult, I just sympathize with him so much even if he wasn't a good person, he's still a child who didn't even get to grow up. Wasn't even told he was gonna live very long either and I just wanna give him a happy ending.
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canisalbus · 4 months ago
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✦ I've been saving all my summers for you ✦
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a-lonely-dunedain · 6 months ago
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Do not let his appearance fool you! he may look like a suave businessman, but he is unemployed and only one years old
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purplecatghostposts · 19 days ago
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Chat Noir: Hey, my lady? Quick question: why was Argos multitasking during patrol and trying to solve a cryptex? He said he got it from you.
Ladybug, casually: Oh, it’s from my latest treasure hunt I made for him.
Chat Noir: …You give him treasure hunts? Why?
Ladybug: I still don’t totally trust him not to pull another ‘Red Moon’ incident so I figured if I give him enrichment, he’s gonna be spending his time solving puzzles and figuring out clues that take him all over the city instead of potentially becoming a supervillain again.
Chat Noir, who watched Félix spend several hours to solving riddles last night: …Huh. Does he know..?
Ladybug: 90% sure, yes. I don’t think he cares that much, he’s pretty invested in it and I’m great at creating complex systems with clues to follow so— it works out. Plus usually there is something to find at the end of the trail. Usually Kagami.
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erebus0dora · 2 months ago
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eh, you know
the usual
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in my reality, the fact they're not willing to reassemble the set only suggests they've already filmed enough within said set, so you can guess the direction of my train of thought, r i g h t?
how many DM fics have i read? how many ideas have i seen explored, including those offered by the cast..?
the answer is: yes
(should have made the pillow look softer tho...)
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demigods-posts · 2 months ago
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percy doing better than annabeth in college is one my favorite developments in the rrverse. if we reflect on percy and annabeth's academic upbringing. annabeth living at camp allowed her to receive accommodations for her adhd and dyslexia and surround herself with like-minded campers who had the same limitations. whereas percy was ridiculed, belittled, and routinely humiliated because of his adhd and dyslexia. even more so, percy's friends and family leave him out of the loop on so many important issue (no chb orientation film, no information about the great prophecy) which perpetuates his subpar confidence and self-esteem in his skills as a student and a demigod. but going to college at NRU changes his mindset because he receives the accommodations he should have gotten years ago and fucking thrives to the point of getting higher grades than annabeth — a person he deems way smarter and more prepared than him in every way. the most important thing percy is learning now is that a supportive environment makes all the difference, and he is more capable than he initially thought.
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lilislegacy · 8 months ago
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zeus: ok, you broke the pact. what’s done is done. just tell me which abilities you gave him, so at least i know what we’re dealing with
poseidon: ...all of them
zeus: ok but from which of your roles? sea god, stormbringer, or earthshaker?
poseidon: ...all of them
zeus:
zeus: you’re not serisouly telling me he has domain over air and land and the sea?
poseidon: er, actually, it’s not just the sea. any water, really. lakes, rivers, ice, plumbing,...potentially bodily fluids...
zeus: you- WHY DID- WHAT WERE YOU-
zeus: *takes a deep breath*
zeus: anything else?
poseidon: *looks at list*
poseidon: er, yes. he immediately heals when he touches water.
zeus: what?
poseidon: well, you know, i figured with all the danger he’ll face, potential child of the prophecy and all, he should be able to automatically regenerate
zeus: that- that’s not even a thing!
poseidon: well...it is now!
zeus:
poseidon:
zeus:
poseidon: he can also speak to horses
zeus: *throws lightning bolt at the wall*
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egophiliac · 5 months ago
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was this anyone else's first thought, or
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palmtreepwr · 4 months ago
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asurrogateblog · 6 months ago
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my favorite part of beach boys lore is that the beatles are the villains
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chloesimaginationthings · 8 months ago
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Will the real FNAF Helpy please stand up?..
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technically-human · 3 months ago
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When the ghost who read to you as you died activates all of your Must Protect instincts
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wasabi-gumdrop · 7 months ago
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Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!
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tsuutarr · 1 month ago
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All of the fairies in Cot’s village have told him that he’s a workaholic with no understanding of his own limits. He usually waves them off, too focused on his potion crafting to really care about what they’re saying.
But when he falls inside your basket, he’s vividly aware of how stupid he is for ignoring his own limitations. He had flown too far to find some herbs and now he’s stuck in a human’s basket. He really doesn’t want to know what you’ll do to him, but he’s too tired to fly away.
Maybe you’ll put him in a jar. Or rip off his wings. Or feed him to your dog. Or something. Thousands and thousands of negative thoughts flood his head as he looks up at you, a mixture of wariness and exhaustion present on his face.
The last thing he expects is for you to push a few berries his way. The sweet, tantalizing scent of the berries makes Cot’s mouth water. His hunger wins over caution as he chows down on your gift. He doesn’t think he’s ever tasted anything so delicious. 
Once he’s done eating, Cot decides that you’re actually really, really nice. The smile on your face as you watch him eat makes his heart feel all fuzzy and warm. Your voice when you talk to him is really pretty, too.
After that, Cot begins to linger around you. At first, it’s purely to repay you! You were so nice to him, so of course he wants to pay that forward. He helps you take care of your garden and helps you clean your house, eager to please you. 
As he continues to assist you in any way he can, Cot can’t help but love spending time with you. It’s fun, it’s easy, it’s just… nice to be with you. In fact, he spends most of his time with you, making himself comfy in the dollhouse you got for him. And when he has to go back to the Fae Realm, all he can think about is you as he goes about his tasks.
He doesn’t really mind it, though. He likes thinking about you.
But then he has a thought. Maybe it’ll be better if you’re with him, always. When he sees you hanging out with your friends on his visit to the human realm, this thought spirals out of control until it becomes something dark and possessive and all-consuming.
Yeah, it really will be better if you're always with him.
He begins to gift you enchanted tea leaves from the Fae Realm, determined to slowly transform you into someone who’s more fae than human. Then, he gifts you a lovely necklace, enchanted with a piece of his magic – a piece of him. 
You gratefully accept the necklace, unaware of the enchantment on it – an enchantment to ensure that all your friends are too sick to ever spend time with you because he’s the only one you’ll ever need.
And as Cot sets his plan, you’ll be none the wiser. After all, why would you ever suspect your cute, tiny fairy friend? He’s just so adorable and harmless, you know?
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transformers one but they r human!
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godihatethiswebsite · 20 days ago
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Oh to spend a day in the crisp autumn highlands, wrapped up in MacTavish plaid, hands kept warm with a small thermos full of mulled wine, watching a wild and carefree Johnny—all boyish smiles and face flushed from the cold—skipping rocks over the loch looking handsomely rugged in full Scottish kilt and a chunky knit sweater.
And if later on he lays you out on the blanket and keeps the chill away with his brawny weight draped over top and his hot breath panting babbled praise in your ear then who's around to judge a lad for keeping his bonnie hen warm the old fashioned way?
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