#good lord save me he’s such a nerd I love him

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The glasses push 💕

[imblueeforyuu]

Yandere monster x male reader 

part two

Imagine, you're a new dad of a precious pair of twins. You have a beautiful wife, she stays at home with the kids while you work. You love your life, and the people in it. love your wife, and you love your kids. Your life is going perfectly, absolutely nothing could ruin it. 

“Have a great day at work sweetheart,” your wife said, kissing your cheek. You blush it’s been five years since you started dating but you still feel like that schoolboy who couldn’t look at her without blushing.

Honestly you didn’t know how you pulled her. You were such a nerd in high school, your nose in a book, and not to mention your obsession with monsters. But she was the queen bee type. You kiss your baby's goodbye and head off to work, not before stealing another kiss from your wife. You smile big, this is life. 

You came home to a silent home, Instantly you could tell something was wrong. Normally you’d come home to the smell of dinner cooking, normally you would hear your wife humming along to whatever song she was listening to. But no, it was quiet. You walk towards your room, maybe she was taking a nap? It was dark so you turned on the lights as you passed by them. Walking into the master bedroom you saw nothing. Wait, the kids, you walked into the nursery. Nothing was wrong, thankfully.

You hear the door close behind you. You pause. Turning around you see nothing. Was something here? You get closer to your kids. Wait, maybe it’s your wife pranking you, yeah that works. She was never that type but maybe she was just feeling playful.

“Hun,” you chuckle. “I love the prank but you're starting to creep me out.” 

You feel something grab your waist, but it wasn’t the small hands of your dear wife. They were big and cold. Definitely not her. 

Imagine someone, or something coming close, Studying you.

“This is who she chose over me,” the thing scoffed. You still haven’t gotten a good look at the figure that grabbed you. He seemed mad at you, or you assumed it was a he. 

“You're a twig,” it demeaned you. It seemed proud of itself so you weren’t going to break the news to him that his insult sucked. 

 “Well, doesn’t matter anymore I’m here to take back my kid,” he let you go and stalked off towards the crib. Your eyes widened. What does it mean by his kid?

Imagine the fear when this thing goes towards your kids. Your babys, barely even a year old, could die because of this strange man you can’t even see. Which was honestly starting to freak you out, I mean wouldn’t your eyes adjust by now? 

You were so freaked out that your mind goes blank. The only thought is to save your kids, but how? 

‘Light‘ You hear a voice whisper in your head‘. The light switch! But what is that going to do? Whatever, no time to think. You quickly turn on the light.

“Argh!” The monster yowled. It slapped his hands to his eyes. It worked! It was weak to light, but now what? The monster was writhing in pain. You kinda felt bad. Brushing that thought away you grab your twins and book it out of the house. 

Days pass and you finally decide to go back to your house. Thankfully everything seemed ok. Still no wife but at least the monster was gone, well that’s what you thought. Walking into the twins shared room you saw the monster again you pause. It was still rocking back and forth covering its eyes but it seemed ok enough. The monster heard you come in. It bolted towards your feet, it started to beg. 

“Oh please great lord turn the lights off,” it cried out, kissing your feet. You do. The monster laughs maniacally and goes to attack you. You turn on the lights. immediately it went back to begging. You smirk. Now you have a puppy demon monster thing you can force to do your bidding (getting groceries you hate getting groceries) your electric bill did go up But it was all worth it. Your twins also seem oddly ok with the monster for some reason. maybe they have a connection you don’t know about? He did mention one being his kid Well doesn’t matter, now you have twin infants and a seven foot puppy to take care of. You hardly have time to think of such minuscule things like that. Right?

[the-flowerwolf]

Let's talk about canonical Sebastian

For some reason Sebastian got a reputation of another dark Slytherin who's obsessed with power. Many added him to ✨the Slytherins✨ list. Although in fact he's nothing like Draco, Snape and especially Voldemort. So let's forget about fanons where he's obsessive and possessive and remember some FACTS about him. All based on his behaviour in the game.

He's a brilliant student. Professor Weasley and Scribner both said it. And teachers don't usually praise you for nothing;

He's the BIGGEST NERD in Hogwarts. "What I do with every book. Read it." Had me. He also mentioned his parents tought him to love books. Dude goes to the restricted section not to become another dark lord, but because curiosity in his nature;

He's loyal and protective. I don't even beed to comment on this one;

He is full of youthful maximalism. Which is completely normal at the age of 15. That's why he thinks he knows better than anyone else and hates ALL the goblins just because one cursed his sister (as he thinks);

He expects everything from his beloved. But just because he would do everything for them too. Like risk his life and soul to safe your life? So he doesn't use people, he just thinks it's normal;

He's understanding and supporting. Yes, part of him saw mc as someone who can save his sister. But he only mentioned it once or twice. Beside of that he saw them as partners. When mc said they can't tell him their secret, he understood. He didn't push or try to trick them into telling him. But when they decided to share he was nothing but supportive (although he didn't understand a thing);

Again, he's like super smart. Reading books isn't enough. He actually taught himself the unforgivables and could decrypt Slytherin's book;

He has a healthy self-esteem. He knows his worth and don't have a need to prove something to someone. You can see it in his reaction when he lost in the duel. He doesn't shout about how cool he is (cough Leander cough);

He knows exactly what he wants from life and does everything to get it. Like a good Slytherin he is;

He's not even violent. You heard him screaming? Me neither (expect this one time with Solomon but oh well). Usually he just says he needs some time to think and calm down. He's very mature (If not for his maximalism, but it'll pass). At least more mature than any grown up I know. He only called mc "arrogant", but never screamed or bit anyone.

That's just a few things I could think of! Sebastian is not only cocky boy, who would kill anyone to protect his family. He's a kind, decent person, who only tried to help. What happened was Solomon's fault and not Sebastian's. He was only a child, after all. It was Solomon's job to protect and support them. And he failed.

[bananaactivity]

More Edgy with the three Edge Lords

Edge, Edger, and Edgiest

Stupid Virus makes them basically feral so they get lil fangs and scruffy hair ( They're also paler then my usual pallet for them lmao)

Lowkey Adam needa stick that tounge back in bruh. I also think this is the first time I've avoided finishing a hand. Very unlike me, I love hands

Also for those with a minute are two to burn here is the draft for that fic I was working on :

“ Douglas come on, we’re gonna be late for the car show!” Leo fussed, tussling with his jacket as he inched toward the door. Next to him, Adam was shining his tennis shoes and nodding enthusiastically. “ Yeah Dougy we gotta get going or all the dopeass parking spots will be gone.”

Douglas had spent most of the day moving his old boxes from the Academy to the Davenport Penthouse and was frankly tired at this point. He’d made the questionable choice to promise Leo and Adam a trip to the Centuim City Car show for “good behavior” and couldn't deny that they kept up their end of the bargain. 

“ Parking? Really Adam?” he sighed, taking a moment to sift through a box marked. Evil Items to deal with/ Figure out later. Damn himself he really outta not leave things to be done at a later date…

“ Yeah! I heard they have killer hotdogs too! Get this… They have a condiment bar and the condiments come out in little gasoline pumps!” he exclaimed holding his hands out with a tilt as if he had said something groundbreaking. They looked at him for a bit. Leo opened his mouth, thought better of it, and closed it again before returning to Douglas.

“ Come on Lil D… You can deal with those boxes later. We gotta get outta here before Chase and Big D come back and beg to go too. You know those two are real party poopers.” Douglas grimaced a bit as he dug deeper in the box. “ Geez Leo I get it. I just really wanna get all these boxes to my room before tomorrow!” 

“ Whats happening down here?”

Kaz chuckled, dragging his way down the steps. “ Actually, save your breath. I was eavesdropping. Heh. Classic Kaz move.” He flew the last two steps, to lazy to even walk the rest of the way down, and stopped with a hover over the boxes. Oliver came down right after him his nose buried in a comic.

“ Oh, this is perfect!” Leo gasped. “ Pepper spray and Frosty the Nerd here can use their freaky deeky powers to put these boxes away for you Dougy!” Adam nodded along enthusiastically.

“ Yes! Wait, I thought their super names were Wild-Spark and Frost-Flare? I already had them sign my limited edition Frost-Spark branded thermoses with those names… How can I resell them on Eway for triple the auction price now!” Adam questioned with a whine.

“Doesn't matter because I don't trust these super-powered geeks with a fresh chicken egg let alone my personal belongings.” Douglas griped; continuing to dig in the box. “ And I think some collectors would actually pay top dollar for items with the original names…” he added with a nod to Adam. Just as his hand came into contact with a suspiciously familiar bag, Oliver used his super strength to lift the whole box away. 

“ Who says you can't trust us? We’re very trustworthy!” he bargained while flinging the box like it was weightless. 

“ Us. Yeah, we don't trust you guys, You are very inexperienced. Super. Yeah. Yea..” the Davenports and Dooley mildly commented their opinions overlapping each other but all agreeing to the same conclusion. “Yeah, I would NOT trust the supes personally…” Kaz added flipping through the comic Oliver had left discarded.  

Oliver swatted at his arm. “ OW. Super strength Oli!”

“ Well, I want you guys to trust us. We’re on the same team and if gaining your trust involves putting up a few boxes… well I think we can handle that.” He said with a sure nod. Kaz was quiet. Oliver swatted at him again.“ DUDE. SUPER. STRENGTH.” 

“ Kaz. Don't leave me hanging here!” Oliver hissed as he set the box down. With a groan, Kaz began his reprisal:

“ Do I have to?” 

“ No. KAZ. I’ll do all the work while you sit there and look pretty.” 

“Pretty sure that’s what I’m best at. But alright, fine. I’ll move the box.”

Using as little strength as possible Kaz used his foot to shift a small box a few inches before settling back down to read the comic.  “ Done.”

“ Kaz!” Oliver began. “ Chill Oli, I'm a professional.” 

The Davenports and Dooley stood there for a second before Leo clasped his hands again. “ Good enough for us! Come on. Dougy. Adam. Let's go.” He grabbed his uncle and brother with his bionic limb and drug them out.

“ Alright! Alright!” Douglas fussed. “ You two just put those boxes in my room, I'll deal with them later. Do NOT look in them, especially the ones that say Evil on ‘em.”

“He's not talking to me,” Kaz assured his buddy

“I'm only talking to you, Kaz.” Douglas reaffirmed from the hall outside the apartment.

As soon as Douglas, Adam, and Leo had rushed out, leaving the penthouse in a flurry of excitement for the car show, Kaz took a moment to sit back, stretch, and lazily inspect the room. His eyes landed back on the box that Douglas had left behind, and the familiar mischievous grin tugged at his lips.

He zipped over to the box as fast as he could. The label Evil Items to deal with/ Figure out later practically screamed "Look in me!" in Kaz’s mind.

Oliver, still awkwardly hovering near the box, raised an eyebrow and shot a wary glance at Kaz. “Kaz, do you ever listen to anyone?”

Kaz’s face brightened, as he peered at Oliver. “ Come on Oli-pop, Dougie told me not to look. Nothing about riffling through them. So you know what that means.”

“Uh…” Oliver hesitated. “It means you’re gonna “riffle” through it anyway and probably make a mess?”

“Bingo!” Kaz grinned wide and started sifting through the box.

Oliver sighed. “Kaz, you're like a walking disaster, man. I swear.” He watched, making no real effort to stop his friend with his arms crossed, as Kaz dug deeper into the box, tossing aside old, dusty items like he was shopping for treasure.

To be frank he was curious too. The Davenports had told little about Douglas’ past before rejoining his family. And maybe this box would hold some juicy secrets.

Kaz dug in deep pushing past through innators and doomsday devices before pulling out a black bag marked with a large, red "DESTROY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE" tag. His eyes sparkled. “Oooh, what’s this? If it says ‘destroy,’ it’s gotta be good!”

Oliver immediately raised his voice. “Kaz, don’t—”

Just as he spoke, the door to the penthouse swung open, and in strode Chase and Donald. Donald was talking to his wife Tasha, assuring her that Leo was with Douglas and that he and Chase had safely arrived.

Chase’s eyes immediately landed on Kaz, and his face scrunched in typical exasperation as he fumbled with his satchel.  

“Kaz!” he shouted, beeling toward him. “ I know that look on your face! Whatever that is you shouldn't be touching it!”

Kaz grinned and shrugged. “Yeah, but like, if it says destroy on it and I find that interesting, that’s like… an invitation, right? Like, maybe I’m doing the owner a favor!”

Chase’s expression darkened and he lunged for the bag. “No, Kaz! That’s literally the opposite of a favor!”

Kaz, now holding the black bag aloft like a prized find, gave it a little shake. “C’mon, Chaser, what’s the worst that could happen~”

“A lot, if you're involved, Super klutz!” Chase fussed.

“Puulease~” Kaz gaufed. “ I can be-”

As if on cue, the bag slipped from Kaz’s hands as they tussled over it, hitting the ground with a muffled thud. Both boys froze for a moment, looking down at the bag.

Then, with a horrifying crack, the object inside shattered into a million glass-like pieces. Which then slid out of the shredded bag.

“Great Job Kazemerias!” Chase proclaimed sarcasm oozing from his voice as he lunged down to pick them up, but the jagged shards glinted dangerously.

“Chase, careful!” Oliver yelled, taking a step forward, but Chase ignored him.

“Get back!” he barked, swatting at Kaz and Oliver who were trying to help, but clearly making things worse in Chase’s mind. 

Donald, who had finished his call with Tasha from the doorway, now stepped forward. His face twisted in mild frustration, but the calm, authoritative edge to his voice cut through the tension. “ That looks like one of Doug's boxes. He's got some really dangerous stuff in storage... I can't imagine he’d let you look-” he stopped himself before continuing. “ No wait he would do that. Well- Oliver I wouldn't expect you to go through someone's private belongings like that. ” 

Oliver muttered a nervous, “Sorry, Mr. Davenport.” and Kaz gasped in annoyance. 

“ The emphasis on the you is really telling Mr. Davenport.”

Chase let out his own indignant huff. “ You made this mess Kaz so I think it’s a well-deserved discrepancy.” 

The glass pieces were still scattered across the floor, glimmering menacingly. Chase let out a sharp hiss of pain and clutched his palm. Blood began to seep from a slit on his hand, from where he’d cut himself while trying to handle the shards. His eyes flashed with frustration and… something else,  as he pressed the wound against his side, not looking at anyone else as he pulled out a pen-like machine from his satchel. Staring at it for a second before shaking his head as if he had escaped a trance, and began fiddling with the device.

“Chase!” Donald’s voice softened, the concern obvious. He quickly strode over, knelt beside him, and examined the cut. “Let me get you a bandage, kid. I've been working on these quick healing strips. This cut is a bit deep but it should help…” He strode off to get the bandages

Kaz scratched his head. “I didn’t mean to break it. Honest. I thought it’d be like… a million dollars or something. Ya know rich people leave stacks of those in random places…”

Oliver awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, looking at the floor. “Yeah, I—I didn’t exactly stop him. So... I’m sorry too. We should’ve just put the boxes in Doug’s room like he asked.”

Chase gave a half-hearted glare, wincing as he flexed his palm to examine the cut “ Whatever. I should've been more careful cleaning this mess. God knows you probably would've sliced your finger clean off. ”

Kaz’s face twisted in mock offense. “ Maybe, Chaser…”

“Mm-hmm,” Donald muttered, coming back up with the bandage. He leaned down, applying a glowing blue strip to Chase's palm. It shrunk to the exact parameters of the cut and faded to match his son's skin tone.

“How many trail runs did you test this thing with, Mr. Davenport?” Chase asked, running a finger over it. “ Loads, I've been toying with these for decades and they've been doing amazing in practice these past two years. What I can’t figure out is how to manufacture them at a less expensive cost so they can be sold to distributors and consumers for less” Donald stood up and dusted his hands off. “ These strips can help a lot of people… they’ll pull out bacteria and all kinds of icky stuff out of wounds.”

“And ,Next time Kaz, leave the dangerous stuff alone. That includes whatever that was.” He gestured at the broken pieces, which were nowhere to be seen anymore.

“I, uh... got rid of the pieces with my mini-atomizer,” Chase added sheepishly holding up the pen-like contraption, finally glancing up. “It’s... gone now. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

Kaz eyed the pen, already planning things. “Well, that’s one way to make it disappear, I guess.”

“I swear, you two...” Donald sighed, rubbing his temples. “Just... just go sit down, okay? All three of you and Chase don't mess around too much with the healing strip. Whatever you do, don't get it wet. I haven't figured out water resistance for this particular model yet.” He cast a pointed glance at Kaz and Oliver before leaving them all to sulk quietly.

Kaz and Oliver, both apologized again to Chase, sat down, the atmosphere hanging with a mixture of guilt and awkwardness. Chase went to the Kitchen planning to cook up a five-star meal probably.

Kaz stretched out on the couch, looking unbothered again despite everything. “That was kind of fun, though.”

Oliver shot him a warning look but didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his attention back to the spot where the mysterious black glass had vanished and thought about the mini-atomizer and how he could get his hands on it.

It's def not finished I didn't even write the super slasher-y parts yet. (No ones gonna die) Feel free to critique lowkey

[devastatinglygreen]

Okay so now do what you think will happen after Colin finds out about Lady Whistledown. 🙏

so i sat on this for a little bit because i didn't really know how to answer it but i was chatting with @gleefullypolin, while totally not talking about polin nonstop, no. talking very normally i assure you.

i'm going to put the rest under the cut because it might have spoilers or speculation that people don't want to see:

alright so we know when colin finds out about LW, right? and we know they have a fight. a big one. obviously.

i think colin has to have a regression of his character. he's only been vulnerable around one person so far this season. penelope. and he loves and adores her and she's going betray (hello eros and psyche!) his trust.

there is no love without trust.

there's something very interesting we noticed while chatting about colin and his bro friends. they've been there each time he makes a choice about penelope.

the first ball, he chooses her over them after they're like, "the featherington girl? why concern yourself with her?" but then he tries to take it somewhere private and she checks him hard and cracked his armor. she was not impressed with that version of him and he knew it.

and he definitely will when he learns she's LW if he wasn't aware before

when he's not near them, he chooses her without thinking about it, he runs out after her at a ball when gossip about them is pretty much being said to their faces. even at the first brothel scene, he tells them he's late but then we see him at the market waiting for penelope. this man is a fake and a liar and we see him, we know what he's about. nerd.

in episode 3, he's with them at the balloon thing and they're messing with him about helping penelope and he's so dumb because he's like "i'm done with all of that. it's good to back" all cocky and lame like he wasn't just eating the same cupcake thing she did and staring at her. i was a dramatic teenage girl who once had a crush on a guy who i only saw at lunch and never knew his name and even i wasn't down that bad. good lord. embarrassing.

not really i love it, i love him so much

but he picks penelope over them again when he runs off to save her from the big mean hot air balloon.

we see them again in episode 4, at the library while he watches penelope through a mirror. because that's definitely not crying, screaming, throwing up behavior. they invite him out. for revelry. regency bro speak for possible syphilis and liver disease, it's fine.

he can't get down with his ladies of choice because he's knee deep in wishing he was balls deep in penelope instead. he stares at a wall. they manage to make us feel bad for a man sitting in a brothel. amazing.

we see them at mondrich's. they're talking about girls they probably didn't actually sleep with. oh sure, totally buy that you had access to a woman for 6 months straight. you bet, my guy, totally believable. colin is unhappy. he's like don't you ever want to have a feeling? they're like, no, i just feel the syphilis. it burns, bridgerton. we need antibiotics.

antibiotics won't be a thing for like another 100 years give or take good luck i guess

but he stays and drinks. he's picked penelope but he can't have penelope at this moment. he's in bed laying there waiting to sleep. or die. idk. he's a bridgerton, they're dramatic.

he sees them one last time in episode 4. they stop him. they're dicks. rude to will on top of it? pls. they invite him out and he says no. he's picked penelope once more but he doesn't say anything but "excuse me" and pushes through. they don't push back. they're like, fine. more chronic liver failure and fake stories for us, bro.

he finds penelope. causes a huge social upset that no one pays attention to because he's too busy ragging on debling for having the audacity to leave penelope for years. which is fair. colin would never.

chases penelope. catches her. not quite balls deep but knuckles deep at minimum, let's be real.

which, i am very sorry for this being this long at this point, is why i think we could see his "friends" again before the end. he's going to go through something world shaking and they're always there when he's making a choice but i think what's important to note is that he always makes the right one, he always picks penelope. i think he's not fully dropped that armor and it's easy to slip back into someone pretending not to care, especially when you're hurting. he's got to reject the man society wants him to be and, essentially, be the man penelope needs him to be. she's his purpose.

eta: colin loves to be penelope's hero. i think he's going to feel that pull over whatever else is going on.

i'm just saying it's a mirror of how penelope needs to reconcile how she's both penelope and lady whistledown. they both need to come to terms with who they want to be moving forward. symbolism or some shit.

or i'm totally wrong and all those words above mean nothing. either way i got to avoid folding laundry. time well spent if you ask me.

[skullpie]

OHMYGOD NEW BLOG THAT WRITES FOR TWO OF MY FAVOURITES??:!189( SCREAMS

anyways is it okay if you just do some silly relationship hcs with joonyeong (aouad) and jaeheon (sweet home) separately I WILL LITERALLY CRY TEARS OF JOY

relationship hcs x

joonyeong x reader; jaeheon x reader (separate)

summary: relationship hcs for joonyeong (aouad) & jaeheon (sweet home)

warning(s): series typical warnings!

note(s): anon based on this request i think u have a type.. side eye.. can’t blame u tho uptight dorks with wire framed glasses are hot ! hope u enjoy lovely :) and ty for being my first request on this blog!! i thought i’d have to put some fics out before i got any so this is rly encouraging. i appreciate you!

joonyeong

such a little nerd

definitely started out as good friends

absurdly proud of the fact that he has a partner

like… him?? he feels so special

(he is)

study dates where he actually intends to study and you distract him the whole time by begging for kisses and sitting on his lap etc

sometimes he caves, sometimes he doesn’t, he takes his academics seriously

but idk the image of you wrapping your arms around his neck and telling him to take a break with you during exams week.. lord….

“i miss my boyfriend”

“we’ve been together for the past three hours”

“but you’ve not been paying any attention to me! :(“

he does help you with work though, he thinks it’s really important

your parents adore him, they think he’s a great influence on you (even if you’re also great at school)

he’s the type to think the secretly hate him, though, so you often go over to his to spend time with each other

really enjoys going to whatever events you’re involved in

even if he doesn’t understand jack shit about any of it

remembers really specific and small details about you for sure

very eager to introduce you to people as “my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner!”

really proud of you and your relationship–does not try to hide that he’s taken

but he overall prefers private intimacy and affection

and very small, gentle forms of it at that

you can fluster him pretty easily tho

i can definitely see a friendly academic rivals to lovers situation happening

when the virus breaks out he never lets you out of his sight

cliché, but if you’re ever accused of being infected, he’s defending you with his life

when you can’t sleep he holds you, which doesn’t make you sleep but it is comforting

tries his hardest to tell you how important you are to him very often while everything is happening

first (and last) l-word is said when he decides to jump out of the barricade to save everyone (sorry ouch)

jaeheon

wholesome wholesome wholesome

he admires you so much

you probably meet in the elevator

he tries talking to you about his lord and savior–you think it’s really endearing how passionate he is

genuinely believes god sent you to him personally like an angel

just always smiling with you

holding hands everywhere you go

very often being mistaken for a married couple when you’re out and even by neighbors

(hyein starts telling people you’re married, and referring to you as ‘that married couple’)

likes holding your face and just admiring you, pressing little kisses to every spot he can think of

basically worships you

not the type to get flustered, per-say but he does get very hesitant and shy about certain levels of intimacy

hugging you from behind and pressing kisses to your shoulder, up your neck and to the top of your head. omg

just very traditionally romantic in the ways he shows you affection

kissing your hand, getting you flowers often, opening the car door for you, etc

biggest gentleman

when you get locked in the apartment building, he becomes bolder, or at least less hesitant about things

literally would die to protect you (and he does)

is always holding onto you in some way in low-intensity situations

the thought of you asking him to teach you how to use his sword, and he does that cute thing where when he goes to teach you, he stands behind you and holds your hands and arms to show you IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

forehead kisses. that’s it just forehead kisses

when either of you are given a task, he always makes sure to hold you for at least a minute or two before he leaves. in case it’s the last time (sobs)

really good friends with jisu during the lock-in

you two find comfort in each other after he’s gone (NOT LIKE THAT) ((but also maybe like that idk im not the boss of you))

[aziraphales-library]

Hellooo!! Tysm for all the work you do mods this blog is acc amazing :)

I wondered if you know about anymore mcu (marvel/avengers) crossover fics cos I noticed there was only one post under the mcu tag and it’s rl hard to find good marvel crossover fics with GO lol

Thank you so much !!! <333

We have a couple of posts on our #marvel crossover tag. I don't read them, so don't know how "good" they are, but here are more that had interesting sounding summaries...

Shakespeare (Nerd) in the Park by ThePandaFangirl (G)

Aziraphale notices a certain actor in the park who suspiciously looks like a teen he met in the 1600s… and the man who tried to invade Earth 7 years ago OR a one-shot of the times when an angel of God (capital 'G') saw a particular Norse god (lowercase 'g')

Guardians of Alpha Centauri by I_llbedammned (G)

Set in the post Almost End of the World from Good Omens and the Post Infinity Wars from the MCU, Crowley and Aziraphale are living their lives as normal when suddenly they are summoned halfway across the galaxy to help deal with the pressing problem of one Galactus trying to consume everything in his path. However there is a small problem in the fact that the act of summoning cut them off from the source of their power. Will they gain their powers back in time to save the world yet again?

Angel of God, my Guardian dear by savorvrymoment (M)

Meanwhile, the angel sighs, soft hands brushing through Bucky’s hair. “Oh, don’t say such things about yourself. You are beautifully human. Dear boy, would you look up at me?” The angel has to encourage him further with his hands, but Bucky eventually does meet the other’s gaze. He has a cherubic face and soft, aqua blue eyes. His gentle smile is comforting and heartrending all at once. “Please forgive me,” Bucky begs. “Please, Lord, forgive me…” “Shh… You know something? You remind me of a friend of mine,” the angel tells him. “He was a great and righteous warrior. He stood for goodness and passion and devotion. But he happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and he fell from a great height…” “You’re so very funny, Angel,” Crowley interrupts. Though Bucky doesn’t look away from the kind face in front of him. “They tried to burn away his spirit and his light and his love. But they failed,” the angel continues. “He was too strong of heart to truly be broken.”

Iron Serpent by prettybirdy979 (T)

'What should I call you then?' 'Crowley. Anthony Crowley.' Tony has to beam at Mr Crowley. 'My name is Anthony too!' Mr Crowley smiles, a quick grin. ‘What a coincidence Kiddo.’ He stands, offering his hand to Tony. * Or four year old Tony means Anthony Crowley, demon of Hell and Serpent of Eden. It's the start of something that might, somehow, one day, be called a beautiful friendship. It may also save a life.

Guardian Demon by these_violet_delights (T)

“Think of me as a sort of… guardian demon.” “PFFFFTTT-HA!” Jessica did an actual spit-take and burst into laughter, first at Crowley, then at herself, shaking her head in disbelief. “Guardian demon! Leave it to me to have guardian demon! Did the angels just give up, or…?” “Jessica Jones, I can think of only one angel who might be qualified to be your celestial guardian,” the demon teased, “but he currently has his hands full shooing customers away from his bookshop. Face it, I’m the only being, celestial or infernal, who is not only capable but also willing and intrigued enough to put up with your bullshit.” “Fair enough,” Jessica smiled.  *** Or, what happens when Crowley shows up after Jessica accidentally kills her third victim? Whether from Heaven or Hell, Jessica Jones could use all the help she can get. Disposing of a body is a bonding activity, right? Starts at the very beginning of S2 Ep11 AKA - Three Lives and Counting.

Is This Heaven? No, It's Brooklyn by heyjupiter, volunteerfd (T)

After supervising the wrong child for 11 years, Crowley and Aziraphale discover that the Antichrist is actually in Brooklyn, and they have one month to avert the Apocalypse. Although they still need to figure out a few minor details (like how to stop him, and what name he's using), they book an Airbnb and head across the pond. Meanwhile, Bruce Banner, the last living descendant of Agnes Nutter, is also figuring things out, like how can he best answer his curious mentee, Adam Young’s, many questions about the planet? Why couldn't his ancestor's prophecies have been less nice and more coherent? What role will Stark Industries play in causing the end of the world? If he took down his Airbnb listing months ago, how did two strange Englishmen rent it out? And is he really destined to live the rest of his life with the asshole who plowed him over with a Bentley? The combined forces of science, religion, and coincidences--plus the hyper-competent Pepper Potts--might just be enough to avert the Apocalypse and give everyone a happy ending.

- Mod D

[missbuckyhellfire]

This Will Be My Year: Eddie Munson

Part Four: The Rose

Warnings: Some Language, Implied Bullying, Slight Flirting, Mentions of Drug Dealing, Jason Carver. Robin X Audra (FLIRTING), NSFW and SMUT at later parts.

(I Do Not Own The Photo Used)

PREVIOUS PART

Audra has been at the school for only a week and all eyes were on her.

The smart girl, the miss goody two shoes, a girl who is both quirky yet professional. One already impressing her teachers and tutoring others for cash on the side. A girl ideally for the popular group or the nerds for that matter.

Yet, she decided to join the freaks of Hawkins High. The outcasts that were constantly ridiculed by the jocks and “superior” cliques.  However, she was happy that she got join a group and made good friends with people with similar interests.

She was also the interest of a certain Jock who was intrigued by her spunk and looks.  A girl pretty, smart, and a damsel in distress. To him, Audra was a girl that needed help and needed to free herself from the “demon of Hawkins”. She was pulled into a clique too soon before realising what other options there were.

The blonde jock had seen Audra Walk to her locker and notice the single red rose taped onto her locker with the note. Before Audra could have a moment to open the note, the freak of Hawkin’s had crept behind her with a pink t-shirt in hand. She had quickly noticed and turned around and smiled at him. Her dark eyes went wide at the pink shirt in hand as Eddie’s brows had knitted together in confusion at the red rose in her hand.

“Who gave you the rose” He asked.

Audra shrugs, “Don’t know they just left this note.” Eddie had taken the note out of her hand, even though she didn’t even get the chance to read it.

His eyes had hurriedly scanned the page and passed it back to her.

“Don’t know who can stay awake in English class to write down a quote of Romeo and Juliett on a piece of paper to try to get a chick” Eddie grumbled. “Especially why Romeo and Juliett, they die in the end.”

“You Eddie Munson do not appreciate English literature.” Audra remarked with a slight chuckle after hearing him grumble something about Lord of The Rings literature. She took it upon herself to read the note that she received.

“My Only Love Spung by My Only Hate.”  She shook her head. Audra has been at the school long enough to see that Hellfire was not exactly liked. But why would anyone make a move so early on, she has barely been here for more than a week.  For the time being, she pushed the rose to the side as she focused on the shirt in Eddie’s hands.

“I had to make this special for you. Didn’t think the white would suit you well.”

“You didn’t have to put in that effort for a shirt for me” She took it from his hands and admired the effort he put in it. The logo was in the middle with “HELLFIRE” on the top and “CLUB” under the demon. There was purple dice that were placed on the shirt with some flowers decorating around it.

“Well I did, and I wanted you to feel like you belong. Not to mention make you feel bad if you ever leave us” Eddie chuckled nervously. He had thought about the session all weekend to be honest and thought she needed a outfit that suited her. He thought while the white shirt with good for the guys, he wanted to get creative and decided to add some extra touches to her shirt.

“Thanks Eddie I love it” Audra had given him a quick hug then pushed back. Realising she went too far, due to his hesitation to wrap his arms around her. She coughed a soft “sorry”.

Eddie was hesitant as he was tempted to pull her cuteness in. But he thought it would be too awkward, especially with a girl that he just met and literally had a brief period of beef with.

The jock seen the entire scene, he had hoped that he could save Audra from the freak.

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“So your telling me that you gave her a personalised shirt?” Dustin groaned at the table. “We all got used shirts Audra, I hardly see the treatment that Eddie is giving you as fair.”

“She wouldn’t want a smelly shirt. She would want a new one.” Eddie added.

“Remember Sarah? She got a used one and she didn’t complain” Jeff added to Dustin’s comment.

“Yea well….” Eddie had muttered nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Well what?” Gareth raised his voice. “Why is the girl getting the special treatment?”

“She’s the only girl here and I wanted to make something nice for her alright? I treated her like a dick and thought this would make it up to her”

The boys at the table looked at each other and said nothing. This was out of character to Eddie, he would have given her the dirty used shirt. Regardless of being a dick to her and being polite to the female students from time to time, this was out of character.  

“Just don’t bang my cousin ok” Mike stated plainly. Romance was the last thing that this group needed, even though the group liked Audra.

“Audra? Wouldn’t dream of it “Eddie stated as he crunched his nose.  His brown eyes had caught a flash of red and he paused to see something that he feared. He knew that Audra would be tempted by other groups, the preps, nerds and the journalism committee to name a few.  But this, this was much worse.

He didn’t speak for a few minutes as he was focused on the groups red head talk to the blonde jock. She had a bright grin across her face and was laughing over his jokes. Her nose and eyes crinkled as he said something funny to her. The jock had stretched his arms to the wall, flashing a oh so classic smile to her.

The remainder of the group turned and seen the scene and knew that what was going to happen next was not going to be pretty.

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Audra had placed her lunch tray down next to her cousin with a bright smile a few moments later. She however sensed something was off within the group as there was no trance of laughter but only silence between everyone. All of the members avoided eye contact with her, except for one.

Eddie had his eyes fixed on her. He knew he shouldn’t be mad, she is new and wouldn’t know any better. But seeing a member of his group talk to Jason, the jock who has harassed him since Jason was in grade 9 and Eddie in grade 11. He hated that prick and everyone in the group doesn’t blame him except for Lucas, a member of the basketball team and hellfire.

Regardless, Eddie had put a fake smile on his face and cleared his throat “So Audra, making new friends out of the group?” Everyone in the group had sensed his sarcasm except for Audra.

“Yea, Jason seems very nice.  Offered to hang out with me after school today.” Audra had stated. She kept the smile on her face, even though the sense of uneasiness had grown.

“Nice isn’t a word I would use” Eddie had cleared his throat. “Vile, wicked and nefarious are words I would use to describe him. Since your new, I am going to give you a soft warning, he is bad news and is likely trying to use you to get on my nerves”.

“Those are big words for someone who doesn’t talk kindly to him.” Audra had responded back. “Jason said a few things about you.”

“Please enlighten me princess, what did prince charming say to you that makes me seem like the monster of hellfire.” He had chuckled and leaned in the back of his chair, completely amused with Audra’s oblivious behaviour. He thought she was cleverer.

She had annoyance in her eyes on his neglectful behaviour, he was thinking this was some type of game and she can play along. “He said you were a freak, the king of freaks of Hawkins and you were probably going to use me in one of your freakish rituals. He also said that you were likely going to use me as a tool to taunt him to the devil.”

Eddie had shaken his head. Guess Jason is already trying to get into his new member’s head. He wasn’t going to let her go that easily, he worked hard on making a new shirt for a team member who has potential. “The prince tries to take our girl away with lies, obviously you can see that.”

“I seen people like him before too, thinking DND is some type of demonic ritual that take the girls away from the men who think they deserve them. I have been in a relationship before, and I know good people and bad people. I think he is only confused.”

“Audra, he gave you his true colors right there. There is no changing a man like him.” Eddie was rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Maybe he just hasn’t met anyone like me before.” Audra had shrugged as she took a bite of her cold burger.

“That is what I am worried about sweetheart.”

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Audra waited outside of the school by the entrance to the woods. She didn’t speak a word to any of the members of Hellfire even though they tried talking to her out of it. Even Mike tried to speak her against it. No matter, Mike and Dustin had to rely on two new faces to her try to get her out of it. It took a bit of persuading, but they both knew that Jason can be a dick. Mike got Nancy to casually come in later on then get her out of the ass holes grasp.

Steve and Robin wanted to keep it casual and not scare her off. They could both see how they would be able to since she was new and clever. So they decided to get her attention by casually wait for something next to her then turn around and just start small talk and then bring up Jason.  They waited at the stop then casually made glances before they commented the book that Audra is reading.

“Nice book?” Steve finally said. He knew that it was a alright book, Dustin couldn’t stop talking about Lord of The Rings. But it got her attention.

“I suppose that it is good, I am only in the second chapter. Dustin had requested the book to me.” She muttered as her eyes were glued on the page, not looking up to him.

Robin had spoke up next “I actually read the book back in grade 9, but don’t call me a book nerd, I am more into band.” She chuckled nervously. Audra’s brown eyes had glanced back at her. She seen her a few times in the hallway, a cute, quirky girl with always a handful of books in her hands. They traced to Steve, someone she hasn’t seen yet, but could see that he was a fuck boy with good brown hair.

“You don’t say, reading is a passion of mine. Is it worth reading?” Audra turned back to Robin. Robin and Steve had exchanged looks at one another, not too sure what was going on. Robin had scratched the back of her neck.

“I would finish it, your Audra, right?”

The book nerd nodded and offered her free hand “I am, I think I seen you around a bit.” Even though she swore herself that she was off dating, a bit of flirting wouldn’t hurt. Audra’s eyes glued to the band geek.

“Robin Buckley, you are Nancy’s cousin, right? She talked a lot about you. “Robin smiled as Audra nodded. Steve had cleared his throat then Robin had muttered a soft “This is Steve.”

“Hey” Audra could care less about Steve right now. She was not interested in fuck boys as friends or partners.  Steve just stood there while her and Robin talked.

“So who are you waiting for? You can’t already have a boyfriend already!” Robin had laughed.

“First, no boyfriend and secondly, there is no point a waste of time” Audra had chuckled, trying to hide the trauma of what happened with her last partner. “I am waiting for Jason.”

“Carver? Like the jock? Why?” Robin’s eyebrows scrunched up in disgust. “Isn’t he like the fuck boy Steve? The one who just sleeps with chicks, get them drunk and leave em” She turned to Steve in hopes to sell the disgust of him. Robin was told about Audra and her personality and her goody two shoe personality and was very lucky that Audra seemed to buy it.

Steve had nodded as Audra had shaken her head and slammed the book shut. “Should have known, new girl at a school and being jumped on.” She grabbed her bag and was preparing herself to leave.

“Should have expected it” Steve mused while Robin had nudged him.

“Come on it can’t be the first time this has happened.” Robin had tried to lighten up the mood. Audra had shaken her head “Not with guys.”

That shut the three up for a few moments. Robin had smirked to herself, understanding where she is coming from. She didn’t care if she was bisexual, lesbian or questioning, she was able to find someone who could relate to her.

“I see, been there.” Robin had rubbed Audra’s shoulders for a second before taking a step back. “Hey Steve, Nancy and I were going to hang out at Steve’s place for a movie night, I know we have just met and all but come hang with us.”

“Oh, I got a test tomorrow…”

“Come on,” Robin urged “It is going to be fun!” She gave her a playful nudge. Audra couldn’t help but glance into the geeks brown eyes.

“Ok then I will go hang out with you guys, sounds like fun.”  She shrugged as she began to follow Robin and Steve to his car. Nancy was just leaving the school when she seen the two take Audra to their car, implying that it was a success.   She just snuck behind the three of them to talk about the movie options for the evening.

Eddie was in the parking lot, he seen the whole thing from the window of his RV. He was waiting for a customer and watched the whole thing unfold. A wide grin was spread across his face watching Audra leave the spot Jason wanted to meet her at. He had completed the deal with a cheerleader then wanted to wait a bit longer. He wanted to see Jason’s face knowing that she left him. It was worth the wait, seeing Jason in despair and pissed. Before Eddie had left, he drove past Jason and flipped him off.

NEXT PART:

[that-spider-fan-over-there]

Something about Izuku I keep thinking about is how much he's a downright hypocrite and the only reason he isn't called out on it is because he's one for himself and not for others and at the core of it all it boils down to his pending childhood issues and the *vaguely gestures* "relationship" he and Katsuki have- I mean, just out of the top of my head:

Wants to be a strong and dependable hero but is at his weakest when he's alone.

Says to Himiko he would never hurt someone he loves but was the reason Katsuki was forced to dance with death until his own sacrifice. Hell, I'm expecting him to actually accidentally hurt Katsuki (Physically? Emotionally? You decide) next time they talk.

Wants to save people with a smile but barely cracked genuine ones during his battle with Tenko- I can think of two(?), and even then those felt more like a resignation (379 and 412 iirc) than actual smiles.

Being aware Kacchan's a jackass, fine, but the entire "Imitate the people you love/admire" themes, having an attitude when heated or absolutely Done with anyone's BS (makes sense for someone who grew up besides a kid in the Inferiority-Superiority Complex but still) and "This is a battle between All For One and One For All, you can't keep up" is still very much pot calling the kettle black (it's because his "arrogance" is rooted in selflessness and desire to be useful but that's for another day)

Deadass called All For One out for being a lonely man pretending to be a "Demon Lord" yet will not admit he himself thinks a he's just a lonely kid pretending to be a hero; and by the time he seemed to be growing out of it: Paranormal Liberation Front.

"IT'S YOUR POWER, ISN'T IT?!" Cool, nice of him to comfort Shoto and try the same with Touya, now if only he could do the same in regards to himself and OFA-

Wasn't able to connect with Tenko at all and that's why he failed but it's wild to me he'd still the one who even at surface level could relate to):

Spinner, because they're nerds who were ostracized based on Quirks/lack thereof looking for a purpose and were unable to help him because of AFO's interference;

Himiko, because they want to be like others (because they hate themselves at least a little bit) but also show love in a way others wouldn't accept and;

Touya, because they wanted to prove they could be useful to others and be heroes to the point of actively harmed themselves while using their own Quirk.

Hell, when you think about it he related to the crying child but he could've used Literally Anything from his relationship with Katsuki to try and reach Tenko, but of course he didn't, that means he'd have to think about his own issues and yet he saw Tenko's issues no wonder he didn't get the job done-

Also can we talk about him saying he relates to Ochako confronting Himiko but she actually succeeded- Or even Shoto wanting to forgive Endeavor; I keep recalling both Ch. 322 him saying he won't forgive Tenko for anything he did (understandable but still) and Tenko going "And I won't forgive anyone". Connecting these three instances are huge stretches, I know, but really, he hasn't addressed the apology he got- combined narrative punishments for empty platitudes.

Kept saying he needed to improve in his control with OFA: had to get beaten up during his internship and in the Summer Camp for that lesson to stick... Then he heard the words "Control Your Heart" and decided to Not Address It At All.

Supposed to surpass but he's really All Might's successor in every way that counts: Smile so nobody will worry, keep fighting even though you are destroying yourself, be so selfless you'll make your friends desperate enough to make you stop for your own good, hide every single thing you can about yourself, the only difference is in the bed they made: Toshinori lies in omission most of the time, and Izuku thinks he lies in white when almost every other character's in the dark, but as long as there's a dream of bright smiles in the future, who cares they're now forcefully entangled in this nightmare, right?

And these are just the examples I can think of the top of my head, there might be more, but. No wonder we've been "panicking" (let's be real his therapist already scheduled him for Ground Beta atp-) Shoto and Ochako brushed him off by accident in Chapter 425, it's the consequences of his hypocritical ass coming back to bite him-

(I am not hating on him, by the way, it's just something about him I wanted to point out. I like that aspect of his. Makes him more human. But jeez can someone call him out and make him practice what he preaches? XD)

[ama0310]

My Girls (S.R)

Character: Spencer Reid 

Requested: No 

Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: In the weeks leading up to his enrollment in the FBI Academy, Spencer Reid was meant to marry Eleanor Mae Black. However, on the day of their wedding, he inexplicably disappeared, leaving her stranded in her wedding dress at the tender age of 21. Fast forward six years and a haunting case involving his parents propel him back to Las Vegas, unexpectedly leading him to his mother's doorstep. Little did he know that this reunion would open Pandora's box of mysteries, leaving him with more questions than answers.

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2002

Eleanor Mae Black never would’ve thought life could be this good. God has given her the one thing she always wanted. True love. 

She never would’ve thought moving to Las Vegas would change her life the way it had.

At the age of seven, she moved with her family to Las Vegas from New Orleans and one day as she was riding her bike she saw a boy maybe the same age as her, reading a book at the edge of the sidewalk. 

Since she recently moved, she didn’t have many friends. She was rather lonely and she thought the boy was too so she slowly rode her bike towards him. 

As she made it in front of him she noticed him tense a bit, “Hi. I’m Eleanor most people call me Mae”

The boy cowered a bit before he slowly looked up while pushing his glasses back in place. “I’m Spencer.” 

She smiled at the bushy-haired boy. “Nice to meet you, Spencer. My family moved a few days ago from Louisiana and I notice you come to read outside sometimes.” She was met with silence but he nodded his head acknowledging her observation. “What are you doing reading out here?”

He seemed like he was contemplating leaving before she could do anything to him. ‘She looks nice though.’  His mind yelled at him to leave, but something in his heart told him to stay.

He took a soft breath in, “My mom said I should get some sun. She told me I was too pale and that if I’m going to read at least go outside.” 

She nodded and then pointed at the big book he was reading. There was no way she was even close to reading at his level. “What are you reading?”

He showed her the cover, “Lord of the Flies. It’s this book about a group of boys deserted on an island and left to fend for themselves.” 

He thought she would call him a nerd and then leave like they all did, but to his surprise, she sat down next to him. 

“Read to me?” 

From that day forward, they were always together. Though it was a bit difficult when he went off to college in California when she was still in middle school they still made it work. Phone calls and letters were their saving grace. 

He finally mustered the confidence to ask her out when they were both 15 with a series of letters. He would travel back as much as he could to see her and they would talk every day until on her 18th birthday he popped the question which is how they ended up at this very moment. 

Eleanor could hear the ruckus outside the church as she was getting ready with her bridesmaids. Everything was running so smoothly. The sun was shining, the local florist gifted her the prettiest bouquet she’s ever seen, and the town seemed to gather around to celebrate their residential genius and the town’s sunshine.

“Let’s put the veil on.” Her maid of honor squealed as her sister was jumping up at down. 

She couldn’t help tears flooding her eyes. It was almost time. She couldn’t wait to see Spencer in his tuxedo at the end of the aisle. She’s been ready for this moment since the second he started reading the Lord of the Flies to her that day. 

She turned away from the mirror her smile growing bigger by the second. Anyone and everyone could tell how happy she was. How in love she was. She was radiating everything she was feeling and nobody could help but match her smile. “I’m getting married!” She yelled as the girls screamed in excitement. 

“Ladies you all look absolutely radiant.” They turned to see the best man, Ethan. He was Spencer’s closest friend, and though they competed in everything he couldn’t miss the chance to see his friend happy with the girl he loved.” Mae, you look stunning. Honestly, Spencer is so lucky to have you.”

She couldn’t help but smile at her future husband’s name, “Thank you and who knows maybe soon you and my sister can tie the knot.” She smirked as both he and her sister blushed. 

“Maybe if we wait long enough for your kid, she can be the flower girl.” He joked making her lightly shove him. He then looked at her sister and cousin before motioning them outside. “Lena, Marissa. Can I talk to you guys for a second?” 

The two girls nodded. “Of course.” Her sister turned to Jazz, Mae’s best friend.” Jazz, can you just touch up her lipstick? Just a little more color.”

Jazz softly pushed her friend into her chair to put the lipstick on. For some reason, Mae’s eyes seemed to wander toward her group of friends outside. “Do you think everything’s okay?” 

Jazz rolled her eyes at her friend puckering her lips, “Oh yeah. Honey, everything’s fine. This is your special day. Knowing Spencer he probably didn’t want to gel back his hair.” 

Mae chuckled thinking about the conversation she had with Spencer about his hair. She swore she didn’t care about how he wore it as long as he was happy, but Spencer told her he would gel it back for her. 

She still couldn’t look away from people outside. Her sister looked back at her before looking away as quickly as possible. For some reason, Mae’s heart dropped. After some time her sister walked back towards her.

The look on Lena’s face did not ease Mae’s worries at all. “Lena, what is it?” Her mind went to her fiancee. “Is Spencer okay?”

A hint of anger flared in Lena’s eyes, “Spencer’s fine.” For some reason, Mae still didn’t feel any relief. “He’s fine. He’s just...” Lena could already feel her little sister’s heartbreaking right before her eyes. “He’s not coming. Mae...I’m so sorry.” 

The words struck her like a bolt of lightning, and for a moment, the world seemed to spin around her. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the reflection of the radiant bride in the mirror. She clutched her bouquet tightly, desperately hoping that this was all a terrible mistake.

"What?" Mae managed to whisper, her voice trembling with pain.

Lena’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears, and she gently took Mae's hand in hers. “ I'm so sorry. We’re here for you. We will always be here for you."

A torrent of emotions overwhelmed her—a mixture of anger, sadness, and disbelief. She had thought they were inseparable, that their love was unbreakable. But now, all she was left with was a shattered heart and a wedding dress that felt like a heavy burden.

The bridesmaid tried to console her, but Mae's world had collapsed around her, and nothing could ease the pain she felt at that moment. Every plan they had made, every dream they had shared, had evaporated into thin air. She was supposed to move with him to Virginia for him to start his FBI training. She was ready to start a new life with him. 

As her loved ones gathered around her, offering comfort and support, Mae felt like a ghost, disconnected from her own wedding day. She wanted to disappear, to escape the cruel reality that had replaced her fairytale.

Present Day (Six years later)

Something was bothering Spencer. It was something he couldn’t shake away. His nightmares seemed weirdly real as if they were a memory. The case of Riley Jenkins wasn’t making any sense except for the fact that his parents were somehow involved hence why he’s currently paying a visit to his mother. 

The receptionist told him she was currently with some visitors which made him a bit concerned. As he walked in he could see a woman and a little girl sitting with his mother. The little girl seemed to be drawing as his mother seemingly was laughing at something the lady was saying. As he got closer he started recognizing the lady’s voice.

“Crash?” His mom called out shocked. The lady seemed to freeze. The little girl was swinging her feet still drawing. 

“Sorry to interrupt. Hi Mom.” He said before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and then standing up not knowing what to do.

“I thought you were on  your way back to Virginia?” Diana was looking between Eleanor and Spencer. 

He still couldn’t see Mae’s face as she was still not looking up at him. He coughed, Um yeah. There was something that wouldn’t get out of my head so I came back.”

Eleanor couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe that after all these years there he was. The one who she was supposed to marry. The love of her life. The father of her child was just standing right next to her after six long years. 

The second Diana said his nickname, she froze. How could she not? He wasn’t supposed to be there. She specifically planned her visiting day until after he left. Though her body was frozen her mind was going all over the place. 

The room was filled with noise but it sounded distant in her ears. The three of them were all still until Eleanor abruptly got up quickly. “Pres let’s go. Say your goodbyes.” 

She gave Diana a quick hug and quickly shoved Presley’s coloring book and crayons into her bag. Spencer Reid, still staring at the scene in front of him.”We will visit you soon, Diana okay? Call if you need anything.” As she turned towards the hallway, she realized someone was blocking it. She looked up and after six years she was staring right at the man who left her on her wedding day. “Excuse us.” She moved around him quickly pulling Presley towards the exit. 

After a few moments, Spencer finally broke out of his trance and sat down in front of his mother who was staring at him the whole time. “I didn’t know you still spoke to her. Let alone her visit you.”

His mother blinked a few times before nodding, “She visits almost every day. She and Presley. They bring me pie.” She explained then pointed towards the container of pie she had in front of her. “I usually tell her when you’re visiting and she well...you know.” 

He nods understanding completely. He left her stranded on their wedding day. Of course, she would try to avoid him as much as possible. After almost six years of dating, he left her as if she were nothing. But she wasn’t nothing she was everything. She was his everything. Which is why he had to leave. She couldn’t leave everything behind for him. He didn’t deserve her sacrifice. 

Then he remembered the little girl drawing, “And the girl...she’s Mae’s?” His mother seemed to want to disappear. 

“Presley...yes.” As she started seeing his mind start to draw conclusions she questioned, “I know you didn’t come here just to say hi. What’s on your mind?” 

And though he knew that his mother was changing the topic, the topic of Mae had to wait. He has to finish this case before he gets to a new one. 

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It’s been a few days on the case and as day goes on it seems like his parents had been a lot more involved than he wanted to admit. 

“Hey, man. Come on we just woke up. Let’s get coffee before you start to get lost in your head. I think we’re about to pass a cafe.” Reid flinched as Morgan pulled him out of his thoughts. He nodded before staring out of the window. Though time has passed, everything seemed to be the exact same. Even the coffee shop Derek stopped in front of was the same.

The doorbell dinged as the three men walked through, and the smell of coffee hit their noses. They all sat at a booth waiting for the waitress to come and take their order. 

After a few a familiar voice rang, “Good morning gentlemen what would you like to or--Spencer?” 

The men looked up, and though Morgan was confused, Reid immediately tensed up knowing who it was. 

“Lena...it’s nice to see you again.” He awkwardly smiled, not knowing if the lady heard of his return. Even if she did, he knew she wouldn’t have liked it.

“Wish I could say the same...” She then looked down at her notepad and back up at the two men in front of her. “What do you guys want?”

Morgan not liking how she was treating his friend raised his eyebrow, “The attitude is definitely not making me want to leave you a tip. So why don’t you change the attitude and try that again?” 

Lena laughed before shoving the notepad in the pocket of her apron and getting in Morgan’s face. “And you think I need your tip, sir? I really don’t need money from a jackass and his little friends. Thank you very much.” She then went into the kitchen. 

Before Morgan nor Rossi could ask, a man was walking towards them. He gave them a tight smile before pulling out a notepad and pen, “Sorry about Lena, she’s well, you know. Do you guys know what you want to order?” 

Rossi nodded, “Could I get a dark coffee a little bit of cream and two spoonfuls of sugar, and a blueberry muffin.”

Morgan rolled his eyes, “I want an apology. She was rude and called me little. I’m anything but little.” 

Ethan gave the guys a look, “Yeah, no-can-do. Anything else?” After some back and forth between Reid and Morgan, he finally let it go and gave Ethan his order. As the group received their food, the doorbell dinged again. 

A light pair of footsteps filled the semi-quiet cafe. “Uncle Ethan!” 

“Pres!” Ethan quickly placed the food and drinks down before kneeling and picking up his niece. “How are you, kiddo? Where’s your momma? ” 

The little girl squealed as her uncle swings her around a bit, and then bell dinged again, “I swear on my life Ethan Alexander you drop her, I’ll shove ice down your pants again.”

“Um, excuse me, can I get some more milk, please?” The three of them snapped their heads toward the three men in the booths. Rossi didn’t realize that it wasn’t a  bright idea to have their attention on them well on one specifically.  

Not wanting to leave Eleanor alone but having to he nodded and quickly left towards the kitchen after Eleanor gave him the okay. Spencer could see Eleanor sitting the little girl on the stool. His eyes didn’t leave them. 

“Pretty boy, did you find yourself a pretty girl so soon? Was it love at first sight?” Morgan joked as he took a bite of his sandwich, not realizing the depth of his words. 

Ethan came out and gave Rossi the milk before standing in front of Eleanor and Presley with Lena by his side. Lena and Ethan seemed to be staring at Reid quite a lot, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Morgan who not understanding what was happening was getting quite annoyed by the servers. 

“Yo, are you guys done staring at us?” he then looked straight at Lena, “Are you back to finally apologize? 

Lena was already a few seconds away from exploding. “I’m not the one who needs to apologize. Right, Spencer?” 

Morgan looked back at his friend raising his eyebrows. “Leave it, Morgan.” 

Ethan walked up to the booth, “You don’t need to pay. It’s on the house. I’m sorry.” He then quickly pulled Lena back into the kitchen. 

Reid stared at Eleanor, who was trying to wipe some juice that Presley spilled. He then decided enough was enough and stepped out of the booth towards the two girls. 

As Eleanor finished cleaning, she heard someone clear their throat. She looked up and tensed up before looking at her daughter, who was also staring at the man. It felt like they were staring into each other’s eyes forever.”Can we talk?” He asked, noticing her slightly flinch. “...please?” 

She looked behind him towards the two men who tried looking away when she turned her attention towards them. She nodded before getting the attention of the little girl staring at Spencer. “Hey sunshine why don’t you go to Aunt Lena okay? Ask her for the cupcake she promised you.” 

Presley didn’t have to be told twice and immediately ran towards the kitchen. They had about three minutes before Lena realized why she made Presley go inside and raise havoc.

“She’s a cute one. I’m assuming she’s yours?” He asked, looking at her while she stared at her feet. Of course, she was hers. They looked identical except for the brown curly hair. 

Eleanor coughed but nodded nonetheless.”Presley. And yes, she is. She’s my little sunshine..” 

He nodded, not knowing what to say. “So, what did you want to talk about?” She crossed her arms, looking at him straight in the face.

He could tell the anger was quickly replacing the fear/shock she had. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, Mae. I…You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve anything I did to you.” He rambled.

“It’s Elie.” That was all she responded. He was taken aback. “People don’t call me Mae anymore. I stopped using that nickname after the incident.” 

“Ellie.”He tried it out. The nickname sounded so foreign to him. “Well, Ellie. I wish we could talk somewhere a lot better under different circumstances, but I truly apologize. You deserve the world.” He then looked down at his hands. “And I couldn’t give it to you.” 

Tears started building up; everything she kept hidden away for years was surfacing. All the pain, the tears, the anger. “I didn’t want the world, Spencer. I wanted you.” She wiped the tears that surprisingly fell. “Then you left. No letter. No phone call. Nothing,” She sighed, trying to ground herself. “ Look, Spencer, there’s really nothing to talk about, okay? You apologized. Good for you. Please leave it at that.” 

He saw the sadness swirling in her eyes. He didn’t know how to make it better. He knew he couldn’t make it better because he caused it. He caused the pain in her eyes. The pounding in her heart. The knife in her back. He caused it all. “I..I–”

She didn’t let him continue, “Leave it, Spencer. It’s done. You ended it. I accepted it. We all moved on.” 

Before anyone could say anything, the kitchen doors burst open with Presley’s face full of frosting and her holding two cupcakes giggling like a madman. 

“PRESLEY DIANA BLACK, GET YOUR LITTLE BEHIND BACK HERE, OR ELSE YOU’LL NEVER GET ANY CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE,” Lena yelled out, half serious and half-jokingly. Though it did seem like a cute moment, there was one minor problem. Spencer heard Presley’s middle name. The one that matches his mother’s name. 

Time froze, and though Lena and Presley were still going at it, it felt really quiet. Spencer started piecing everything together, and Eleanor’s fight or flight instinct came in. 

She grabbed her purse from the counter and quickly went to grab Presley’s hand, “Presley come here!” She had to leave. There was no time to waste. She didn’t even spare her sister a second and immediately dashed towards the door. Spencer’s body moved faster than his brain, and he grabbed onto her wrist, which made her instantly swing her palm at him hitting him square in the face. “No. Spencer…just no.

He rubbed the side of his face and kneeled towards the little girl, curiously looking between her mom and the man in front of her. “How old are you, Presley?” 

And before Eleanor could stop her, she answered, “I’m five. I’m turning six soon.”

The revelation struck him like a lightning bolt. As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, 

Spencer's heart sank, and he felt an overwhelming mixture of regret and responsibility. This was his child. He not only left the love of his life stranded, he also left a child without their father. While he was trying to process it, the two slipped from his hold and fled.

He could hear Ethan pulling his wife again towards the kitchen to calm her down. He stayed in the same spot until his friends were clasping his back, making him flinch hard. 

“I know it’s none of our business, but we should finish this case before you start that situation,” He heard Rossi say. Spencer knew that was true. He hated that it was true, but so be it. He didn’t say anything. He just headed towards the car, slamming the door shut. He had a daughter. 

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After the case finished, he finds himself in his hotel room with his friends, drinking a beer. Though he was never a fan of alcohol, it’s been the most stressful days of his life, and wasn’t even over. 

“So what’s the deal with you and the girl at the cafe don’t you dare say nothing, pretty boy, because it seemed like you lived a different life before you got to us. So spill.” Morgan sat comfortably on the bed, motioning him to get going with the story. 

He took a swing of his beer and blinked a bit, “I was supposed to get married to her. We had everything planned out.” That was definitely not what Rossi nor Morgan expected. Both looked at each other and then back at Spencer, who was looking at the ceiling. “We’ve been together since we were fifteen, and I asked her to be my wife at eighteen. It felt right. It always felt right with her.” He chuckled a bit. “She was actually supposed to move to Quantico with me. She was willing to leave her whole life here to be with me. She was always my biggest fan, you know. She cheered me on when I was in high school at twelve. When I went to Caltech. When I graduated from Caltech and so on and so on. She was always willing to give up anything to make me feel good. She loves her family and her friends here. I needed an escape. My parents were separated, my mom was suffering, and I couldn’t help her, I was bullied almost every day by anyone and everyone. I needed to escape, not her. She was happy here, and who was I to take that away from her? So cowardly, I decided to get a ticket to Virginia the week prior to when we were supposed to leave. I was planning on telling her before the day, but she was so happy. We were so happy.” 

Tears were slowly running down his face, “The moment Lena texted me that she was looking absolutely radiant in her wedding dress, I snapped. I couldn’t have her leave with me. And I know if I voiced any of my concerns, she would find a way to still get on the train with me. So I decided that I needed to leave. Leave this place. Leave my family. Leave her. And to this day, it was the worst pain I ever felt. She didn’t deserve any of it. She was–still is the most beautiful human being. She was my first friend and my only lover.”

The guys weren’t expecting him to spring all that out. It was a shock to them both. Rossi then tilted his head, “And the little girl? Don’t tell me that child is yours?” Reid gave him a look and nodded. “No fucking way.” 

“I messed up. I messed up a lot.” He cried as Morgan pulled him into a hug. 

“Reid, but you’re here now, okay? You’re here. They’re here. Find them. Talk to them and explain everything. Yes, you were being a dumbass, but you deserve to get a chance to get to know your child.”

Reid has done a lot of things in life. He lived through a lot, and he wasn’t even thirty, but one of the main things he only ever wanted was to have a family with Eleanor. He loved her more than the sun loved the sky. 

He nodded and immediately pulled his phone out, “Garcia, I need you to give me the address of Eleanor Mae Black, please.” 

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The next day he finds himself standing in front of the address sent to him. A beautiful white house, excluding a charm that captures the heart at first sight. Its quaint appearance contrasts the glitz and glamour of the nearby city, providing a peaceful retreat from the bustling urban life. It was perfect, just like the girls residing there. 

He felt like it was forever since he rang the doorbell until a light pair of footsteps ran towards the door and opened it. He was expecting it to be Eleanor, but he was met with the cutest little girl looking at him with a smile. 

“You’re the man that my momma hit.” She smiled as if it were funny. He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“You’re momma definitely knows how to smack the living daylights out of someone.” He then kneels down in front of her. “I’m Spencer Reid; nice to meet you.” 

“I’m Presley Black.” Spencer smiled warmly as he gazed at the little girl, Presley. Her innocence and honesty were endearing.

 He shook her tiny hand gently, introducing himself once again. "It's very nice to meet you, Presley Black."

“Presley Diana Black, what have I told you about opening the door without grabbing me first?” She scolded before motioning her towards the kitchen. “Go, your breakfast is going to get cold.” 

Presley giggled, her innocence evident, and obediently scurried to the kitchen. Eleanor turned her attention back to Spencer, her expression now more guarded. She wiped her hands on her pants and looked up. “What are you doing here, Spencer? 

“Well, for obvious reasons, I think we need to talk.” He motioned to where Presley was once standing. 

Though Eleanor never really wanted to have this discussion with him, she knew it was only a matter of time. She nodded before letting him come inside. 

“I’m really going to need a glass of wine for this.” She muttered, walking into the kitchen with Spencer on her tail. Before he could say anything about drinking before 11am, he stood quiet at the doorway of the kitchen as Eleanor poured herself a glass of wine, and Presley added more syrup to her pancakes. It felt very domestic. 

As Eleanor took a sip, she sighed,” Sunshine, you will literally be eating syrup with a side of pancakes.” Grabbing the syrup from her sticky hands and quickly wiping her. She then kneeled down, caressing her daughter’s face. “Why don’t you go to the living room and eat today? Watch some tv and just relax before I take you to Aunt Lena’s. Okay, darling?” 

The little girl nodded happily before grabbing her plate and running towards the living room. Eleanor threw the wipe to the side, motioned Spencer to sit at the table, and grabbed her wine. 

As he sat down, he started to twiddle his fingers. “She seems like a really great kid Mae. Really happy.” 

She rolled her eyes at the nickname, taking a gulp of her cup, “She is really happy. No matter what happens, she always beams. My little sunshine.” 

He couldn’t help but smile a bit.”I used to call you my little sunshine…always beaming.”Eleanor looked at him. “You still are.” 

She finished her drink before staring at Spencer,” We’re not here to talk about me. You want to talk about Presley. What do you want to know?”

“She’s mine, right? I mean, she has to be.” He then looked down at his hands. “When did you find out.” 

“About two weeks after our supposed wedding date.” She sighed, remembering how hard she cried that day. “I wanted to contact you, but you never responded to anyone’s texts or calls. So I gave up before I could get any more hurt.” 

“"I'm sorry for leaving you at the altar," he continued softly. "I was stupid. So stupid, but that doesn't excuse the pain I caused you. I've carried the weight of that decision for years. And now, seeing you both here, I can't help but wonder about the time we lost and the choices I made." Eleanor's expression softened as she listened to him, and he could see the flicker of emotions in her eyes. 

"It's been a long time, Spencer. A lot has happened since then," she said quietly. "It hurt a shut ton, I won’t lie. You were the love of my life Spencer. I would’ve done everything and anything for you. But we deserve better. We deserve better than someone who ultimately ends up leaving.” She sighed again before staring him straight in the eyes. “Presley deserves to know her father, but I need you to understand that being a part of her life is not something to take lightly. She's my world, and I won't let anything hurt her."

"I understand," he replied earnestly. "I want to get to know her, to be a part of her life, if you'll let me. I've learned a lot over the years and want to make things right." Eleanor studied his face for a moment, searching for sincerity, and seemed to find it. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded. "All right, Spencer. You get this one chance. But I swear on my life you leave her, and that’s the last thing you’ll ever do." Spencer nodded gratefully, feeling a mixture of relief and hope. 

They sat in silence for a bit. Both trying to understand what just happened. He couldn’t help but look at her and still see the girl he fell in love with. She was just as breathtaking as ever, “So, how have you been?” 

Eleanor gave him a soft laugh,” It’s been pretty good. Presley and I…we made a life for ourselves. We purchased the cafe a few years back with Ethan and Lena. I graduated from the University of Nevada two years ago. Been a nurse at the Summerlin Hospital since.”

He smiled at her.” I’m really proud of you, Eleanor Mae. Not many people can do what you did.”

She nodded before pouring herself another cup of wine. “Well, all thanks to the gang and your mother. Ethan, Jazz, and Lena were amazing. Helped out with Presley without a single complaint. So was your mom. Diana was there every step of the way.”

“She didn’t tell me anything about you or Presley. It honestly amazes me she was able to hold onto that for so many years.” He chuckled. 

“Diana’s very sneaky. One of the many things I love about her.”

“You named her after my mother…thank you” She sipped again before smiling. 

“Diana is a beautiful human being. The best of all of us. It was an honor naming that little girl like the woman I always admired.” Silence took place again.“So when do you leave? I’m assuming you’ll have to go back to Virginia soon?” 

He nodded, “Yeah, it seems I extended my stay a bit too long.” He scratched the back of his neck before asking, “Would you like to come with me?” Eleanor’s eyes were about to pop out of her head.”You and Presley. I want to get to know her and would love to stay longer, but I used a lot of my sick days to work on this case here. And it’s the summer, so Presley is not in school, and I know you wouldn’t want to leave Presley alone with me, which I totally understand, and–”

“I can’t just drop everything to go with you, Spencer. Maybe all those years ago, yes, but right now? I’m sorry, Spencer; maybe we can work something else out.” He knew it was far-fetched, but he needed to try. 

“How about a week every month you come to Virginia, and I come back here?” He was pleading really hard, and she knew that. 

“Spencer, your line of work takes you everywhere. I don’t expect you to be able to always visit Presley.” 

“Then how can we make it work? I need to get to know her. She’s also my child Eleanor. We need to make something work here, and I’m trying.” Eleanor couldn't help but admire Spencer's determination and sincere desire to be a part of Presley's life. 

She knew he was right – Presley deserved to know her father, and they needed to find a way to make it work. 

As she gazed at him, she saw the same young man she fell in love with all those years ago, and a part of her heart softened. "I know it's complicated," she said, her voice filled with vulnerability and hope. "Presley is my priority, and I won't let anything disrupt her life. But I also want her to have a relationship with her father." Spencer nodded, understanding the weight of the situation. 

"I respect that, Mae. I promise I'll never push you or Presley into something you're uncomfortable with. I just want a chance to be a part of her life, to be her dad." Eleanor took a deep breath, contemplating the possibilities. 

"Okay, let's try the week-every-month arrangement," she said, surprising herself with her openness to the idea. "Presley deserves to know you, and I think this could be a good way to start."

Spencer's face lit up with gratitude, and he couldn't hide the excitement in his voice. "Thank you, Eleanor. You don't know how much this means to me."

"We'll take it one step at a time," she replied, trying to remain pragmatic. "Presley is a bright and curious little girl, and she'll need time to get to know you too." 

"I understand," Spencer said, a mix of emotions coursing through him – joy, anticipation, and nervousness. "I promise to be patient and respect your boundaries. I just want to build a relationship with my daughter." Eleanor smiled warmly at him, her heart softening even more. 

"Then let's make this work, for Presley's sake."

Over the next few days, Spencer spent time getting to know Presley. They went to the park together, played games, and shared stories. Presley's eyes sparkled with happiness, and Eleanor couldn't help but see the resemblance between father and daughter. 

Spencer was genuinely interested in Presley's life and eagerly listened to every detail she shared. As the week came to an end, Spencer prepared to return to Virginia, but his heart felt heavier than he expected. Saying goodbye to Presley was harder than he imagined, but he knew this was the beginning of their journey together.

“But why do you have to go, Spencer?” Presley’s bottom lip quivered. Though she is starting to accept Spencer as her father, she still refers to him by his name. It made Spencer sad, but he completely understood why. 

He kneeled down, dropping his bags next to him, “Sunshine, I have to go back to work, but I promise I’ll bring you back something cool, okay?” Presley launched herself at him hugging him really hard. Spencer’s heart leaped from his chest as he wrapped his arms tighter around her. He never felt a love like this. Spencer Reid is wrapped around her little finger, and he’s completely okay with it.l “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?” Presley nodded, letting go of him. He stood up and then turned to Eleanor. He gave a smile before turning to walk away.

“Hey, Spence?” Eleanor hugged him tightly before he could even realize what was happening. "Thank you for coming into our lives, Spencer. I'm glad Presley has a chance to know her father." He smiled, holding back tears.

"And I'm grateful for this opportunity. I promise I'll be back in a month, and we'll create more memories together." As Spencer walked away, Eleanor watched him with a mix of emotions. It was a whirlwind of a few weeks, and she knew there would be challenges ahead, but she was willing to take the risk for Presley's happiness.

And on top of that, somehow and someway, Eleanor’s heart still fluttered whenever Spencer Reid was around. 

[stupidlittlespirit]

Just popping in re: my ask that you answered about movies and such like last week or so. I've been on an old sci fi movies kick lately, tracking down stuff to rent from my local video rental place.

It stems from endless wondering about the movies Ford missed while he was in the Nightmare Realm and what he'd think of them post-portal. And also, what movies he might have seen growing up, like The Day The Earth Stood Still.

It would be so fun to sit down with him and Stan for a movie night once a week and go down memory lane ☺️

Hope you're feeling a bit better, since you said you were a little under the weather ❤️

Love that for you!!!! I miss going to actually rent videos, we don't have shops like that where I am anymore so I have to use the Lord's illegal internet and I miss the nostalgia that comes with the whole trip out etc. Good memories attached to it as a kid.

As an aside, I think Dipper would have taken great joy in showing him all of the stuff below in canon, too. I live with this happy image of him showing his Grunkle every single one of the movies that came out during Ford's time away and them having a little roundtable chat to discuss each one afterwards haha.

Also you've opened a can of worms by asking me about movies, so good luck from here, soldier.

So, the 80's were THE most formative time for sci-fi movies (and horror) imo, which makes it suck even more that Ford wouldn't have seen them. I kind of write off most of '82 due to the position he would have been in mentally with Bill. I think he fell into the Nightmare Realm much earlier than literally falling in, if you catch my dramatic metaphor lmao.

In '82 alone, we (I wasn't even born then but let me live) got The Thing, Tron, Blade Runner, E.T, Mad Max 2, Poltergeist - which I think is probably more horror but whatever - and more. I mean getting The Thing AND Blade Runner alone in like the same month, I believe, is fucking insane and to think! They weren't even very popular at the time! Not to mention Alien, The Terminator, Predator, Robocop and all the others.

I'm going with this idea that he was a big sci-fi horror fan but he'd have enjoyed both genres separately too. Also monster movies, of course.

Ford really, really missed out on the cinematic decade of the 80's and I would be beside myself to get the chance to show him every single movie he didn't get to see just from that period alone. First time reactions to The Thing are SO good. It's my favourite, can you tell haha

Growing up, I would assume we're talking about a period from the 50's to the 70's? So to start early, we'd have classics like Godzilla and King Kong, for example.

Invasion of the Body Snatchers was '56 but I feel like he'd vibe with that. They remade it later on in about '76 or '78 or something, and it was really fucking creepy. Think he'd dig that. Forbidden Planet was '56 as well.

The Day of the Triffids was '68, I think? I loved that book as a kid and so I'm imprinting on Ford here, but I think he'd have enjoyed the movie and book, too.

In '68 we also have 2001: A Space Odyssey, with my beloved boy HAL. I can imagine Ford berating the crew through the TV like "don't listen to the demonic fucking robot AI! He's obviously going to kill you all, are you idiots?!" and then confidently explaining how he would never fall for HAL's lies (oh sweet subtle foreshadowing save me....).

Incredibly bias addition of Barbarella because HELLO why would he not love that. I bet Stan did too, you'll know why if you've seen it.....

Oh man, also War of the Worlds! He'd go craaaazy for that. Planet of the Apes.

There are so many. I feel like he'd have been a major film nerd in his down time from working. I know a lot of people have this opinion that he did nothing but work/study, and to an extent I agree, but the thought of him (when he was healthier) making time to go to the local movie theatre as a treat or him snuggled up in front of his teeny little television set with snacks is too fun to ignore.

And thank you for the kind words! I'm having days of good and not so good, you know how it is. Appreciate your thoughts <3

[ryuichirou]

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Some replieeeees, also hey it’s Summer (just noticed that)

Anonymous asked:

WELL I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS GETTING BLESSED WITH SAVANACLAW ROOK TITS TODAY

GOOD LORD I'M GOING TO MOTORBOAT ON THEM VROOM VROOM 😚😚😚

SURPRISE, ANON! Motorboat them to your heart’s content.

I am very happy that you liked Rook tits; it was probably very naïve of me to think that his nipple won’t be the main star of the drawing lol

Anonymous asked:

Planning on revisiting aus?

We might, but there isn’t any planning involved here; we just randomly remember about them from time to time and sometimes want to add to them lol

 I’ve sketched a comic for the mafia AU not so long ago, but we only posted it on ko-fi for now…

Anonymous asked:

More Lilia content when?

Hopefully soon! We have some new stuff with him, so it’s a matter of time... If everything goes well, you should see a lot of more stuff relatively soon. For now he’s also on ko-fi, being unable to post regularly has fucked up our posting flow really badly.

Anonymous asked:

I'm not exactly caught up on the Savanaclaw Rook stuff,

But that doesn't mean I don't have some pretty fun thoughts.

Like one I had while looking at that art you recently posted.

And I'm just imagining Savanaclaw Rook and Pomefiore Rook are in the same room, for whatever reason, who knows, and Vil walks in-

And Pomefiore Rook looks at Savanaclaw Rook-

And he just sees the hearts in Savanclaw Rook's eyes while looking at Vil.

And he knows that Savanaclaw Rook's already as hooked on Vil as he is.

Cause Rook just having an "on sight" moment when first meeting Vil is something I absolutely love.

:)

Awwww, this is so cute. At first I thought you were going to make a ménage à trios joke…

He absolutely had an “on sight” moment when he first saw him at NRC; and while I think it’s fair to assume that this isn’t Rook’s actual first time seeing him (being such a theatre nerd and all),  seeing him irl probably felt different somehow.

Looking at S!Rook’s reaction is probably pretty nostalgic for P!Rook.

No but really they really should hug Vil together and show him all kinds of love-

Anonymous asked:

Thinking nonstop about the characters being called daddy and master post,, it makes me imagine a scenario where Silver's sleeping around campus (probably because his father told him to so he could live a little) and someone asks him to call them daddy... He would be so confused like "???? I am not your son 🤨" save my boy LOL

Silver calling Lilia daddy or papa in bed would just end up being so cute 😭 Lilia stopping what he's doing and totally breaking his image as a cool and strict dom to be like "Eh?? Ehh??? You haven't called me that in years 🥺"

(this is about this post)

I am very happy you enjoyed that one, Anon!

Oh poor Silver lol Or should I say poor people who will never be the father that Silver loves dearly… even though this isn’t what they wanted from him at all. And these poor fools would think that the issue is that the word is too familial, and this is why Silver doesn’t consider it sexy. If only they knew…

Imagining Lilia dropping his dom thing to gush over his precious son being very cute and suddenly calling him daddy/papa is very funny though, he wouldn’t expect that at all. Despite being all kinds of cursed, for some reason  this is the one moment that Lilia would consider pretty wholesome… which only makes it even more cursed lol

Although to be honest it’s surprisingly difficult to imagine Silver calling Lilia anything other than “oyaji-dono”. Imagine Silver’s first word being not “papa” but “oyaji-dono” instead…

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

I felt inspired after reading your isekai and bring you this prompt/drabble?

Ft. the troupes of: [I had a good reason for abandoning you] [Childhood sweethearts] [Unnecessarily Cruel Rejection]

You are an inazuman Dastur of Sumeru’s Akademiya who just completed your fourth thesis defense and has been studying since you were a child in order to discover the cure of a particular illness, you aren’t even sure why you started obsessing over it but you were determined and after 15 years you finally could find a complete cure.  After publishing your results and starting to mass produce it you catched the attention of the fatui. Due to the insane level of usefulness of the medicine you made and the level of money it could bring them, you were kidnapped to Snezhnaya and the tsaritsa herself offered you to become her last harbinger due to your intelligence and determination.

You are a mousey, noncombatant, visionless nerd and you cannot think of a sufficient excuse until you remember the tsaritsa is the goddess of love, so you proclaim you could never stay in Snezhnaya because your beloved has been waiting 15 years for you in Inazuma.

The tsaritsa, a busybody goddess of love who also had a soft spot of Signora: so you won’t become my harbinger because there is a boy in Inazuma waiting for you?

You: We promised to marry when we were children. (which is actually true, but you are sure he forgot and is probably already married since ages ago.)

The tsaritsa: Alright then, as goddess of love I would never stay in the way of two lovers, then when is the wedding? I’ll be sure to attend and get you both the most wonderful gift!

You: Wedding? … Next… year… I think…

The tsaritsa, holding your finger without hesitation: Yes! Oh I know! Let’s make a pinkie promise! You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again! We will meet again next year in your wedding day to your darling in Inazuma!

Your life is over. You might as well just go to Inazuma to meet your childhood sweetheart about the promise you both made 15 years ago. At least his Shuumatsuban will only slice you in half and it will be less painful than being frozen for lying to the tsaritsa.

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Ayato: Thank you for coming to see Ayaka, traveler. [illness] killed both our parents and if it were to take her too… the cure was discovered very recently… to think that if she got ill just a bit earlier she wouldn’t be here…

Thoma: She is recovering splendidly. I thank every archon for it.

Ayato, leaving: Thoma, please see our friends have rooms and dinner here for the night, both are welcome to stay, I must get back to work…

Thoma: Of course.

Traveler: Uhm… Now that he is gone… There’s also word about [YN] in the streets… I know she sounds insane… but don’t you think the way Ayato rejected her was a bit too much? I don’t think I would be able to show my face in this country after that kind of humiliation…

Paimon: That name…

Thoma: Miss [YN]… Can you believe her nerve? Now? Of all times? 15 years later? To come after so many years for a kid’s promise?

Paimon: Oh! Oh… OH! Paimon knows this one!

Thoma: Please don’t mention her in front of him. My lord was very upset; I had never seen him like that…  even more after what happened to lady Ayaka…

Paimon: Paimon remembers this now!!! Tighnari told us! She is infamous in the Amurta Darshan because she has been working like a madwoman for years on the cure to [illness]. It runs in the family of her lover. It killed his parents and it will most likely kill him in the future. [YN] reached out to the akademiya in order to save him… huh…? Why are you both looking at Paimon like that? Does paimon have something in her face?

Gang, Anon really wrote a dialog heavy piece like it was nothing. Inspired by ME? In MY inbox? I’m actually so flattered frfr 🥹😭

[lancer-the-blue]

Going to finally watch the full Ninjago Dragon's Rising season 1 and 2 since everything's out rn and live blog throughout the experience

1.30 in and man the animation is crazy, Arin is already pretty compelling. Really good vibe so far

*"Jay the Lightning Ninja!" nooooooooo, not this foreshadowing!

Kais voice was weeeeeird there for a sec... ohhh that's Arin my bad

Oooh as someone who is obsessed over the map of ninjago ngl that's a sick map of the Merge, I need a copy as a map nerd

OMG THAT SEAGULL WAS A REFERENCE TO ZANES FALCON

Arin with Lloyd's hood is so cute! *i need to draw that*

I need those rottweiler dogs as fig accessories

"It's called having money, which isn't exactly our situation" moood Sora mooood

"Wannabe ninja go!" Damn the writing this season is snappy af

Just noticed how fucking gorgeous the backgrounds are in this season like damnnnn

"Who doesn't like pie?" Feels like a reference to Cole and cake but that might be me looking waaay to much into it

Kingdom of Imperium smashed up against Ninjago does looks snazzy I agree Arin

"And the perfect chance to meet me" dawwww that's so cute

Ooooh it's called the crossroads, nice

"My bff, my fam" ☠ never did I *ever* expect that from Ninjago

I agree having your own penthouse is pretty cool, damn Sora is so relentlessly shsmeless I fucking adore her

Noticing again how *clean* the animation looks, the inside of the room is so highly rendered wow

"Whennn we win" gods damn it Sora you fucking rock!

"And invite everyone else who lost their parents to live with us" noooo gods noo the feels, jesus these kids are putting me through it

Damn I'm sensing potential arc tension between Arin and Sora after that earthquake exchange

First time actually seeing Lord Ras on screen and not through fanart he's giving me Chima reject /lh

Golden helm horn guy with the autism yeeeees relatable

*Omg gimmie frog faced minifigure it's a whole mood will be my sigfig*

Quick serious question tho, is the frog person and Ras' spieces from Chima tho? Lord Ras is giving me Sir Fanger vibes

I LOVE LABO, will not ask about mom noted tho

OMG THAT SCENE PAYING WITH THE PIE DIDN'T HAVE TO HIT *THAT* HARD

Ngl love seeing the random Hypnobrai walk around is peak

Dawwww baby riyuuuu

"Labu avoids hazards" awwwww

Sora being peak again about money

RIYU AWWWWW

"The things they'll do to him" oh gods what does that say about jay...

"What would the ninja do?" "LET'S SAVE THAT DRAGON"

OH NO NOT LUBO GIVING A RESENTFUL MOTHER SPEECH

The scene with Riyu giving Sora powers is sick. Need to draw that

That grey haired raz goon is pretty, funny top 7 ninjago evil side bitches

Need to draw Arin doing Spinjitzu like that that was also sick

Damnnnn Raz was intense, "hunt down your entire family" I don't think ninjago ever got *that* explicitly threatening

"Runs on dragon power" ngl that's a little bit too goofy for me

Arin hyping up Sora is goals ngl

Uuuuh Sora roasting the ninja that's funny

Lloyd coming in that last second was low key kinda unexpected, was thinking it would happen in part 2 but still cool tho

Annnnnd we're done with Ep 1 S1, on to Ep 2!

Rating solid 8/10, writing and pacing was cleannnn. One of the best season openings

[tickle-bugs]

Hi! I had this super cute Korra idea and was wondering if you could write a fic for it. So like basically she and Bolin are earthending training, and he beats her and is like super gloaty about it, so she gets him back by encasing him in rock and well y’know…tickling him lol. I’d also love if you could throw in a raspberry or two!

Rock and Roll

Summary: After traveling the Spirit World, Korra returns home to the Air Temple. Familiar grounds beget familiar habits and she soon finds herself returning to her favorite hobby: pro-bending. Well...semi-pro, anyway.

Spoilers for the end of The Legend of Korra and the comics that follow the end of the series!

Korra’s reunion with Air Temple Island brought her a peace she hadn’t known she needed. Traveling with Asami had given her time to quell the one remaining tempest in her brain, the one that wrestled with the mint newness of her sexuality. It meant that when they finally arrived at the temple doors, Korra had only her friends on her mind. 

“Do you think everyone looks different?” Korra whispers to Asami, linking their fingers together. They step into the main courtyard. Korra breathes in deep. Still smells like home. 

“No. But I think you should go check, just to be sure.” Asami kisses her on the cheek, taking Korra’s bag off her back. “I’ll get our room together.”

“I love you.” Korra squeezes her hand. Asami beams. 

“Love you too.” She hefts Korra’s bag easily, having grown stronger during their travels, and wanders off towards the temple interior. Korra’s so occupied with watching her go, she doesn’t even notice Bolin and Mako stepping into the courtyard. 

“Korra!” Mako shouts with a laugh. Bolin gasps himself into a coughing fit, gesturing wildly. Korra sprints towards them and scoops them clean off the ground, cracking something in both of their spines with the force of the hug. 

“I told Mako something cool was going to happen today! I could feel it.” Bolin punches Mako’s shoulder and he grunts. 

“It’s good to see you guys. I missed you.” Korra tilts their foreheads together, tossing her arms around their shoulders. 

“Are you hungry? Mako was just about to make lunch.”

“Was I?” Mako deadpans. Bolin employs his absolutely lethal puppy dog eyes. Pabu scrambles atop his head to assist. Mako sighs deeply and waves for them to follow him.

…

Tenzin had been gracious enough to round up his family, promising every whining child and adult that they’d have a meal with Korra another time. Though Ikki and Meelo’s begging tugged on her heartstrings, she had the rare comfort of knowing they weren’t going anywhere. She could take a moment to relax with her friends without sacrifice. 

“Tell me everything. What did I miss?” Korra drums her hands on the table. Bolin stares very pointedly at Mako, who starts to hem and haw. He eats a dumpling instead of answering. 

“Mako started training with Fire Lord Zuko.” Bolin nudges him with his shoulder. Mako sighs. 

“You what?” Korra leans forward. Bolin does the same, batting his eyelashes at his brother. Mako glares at him. 

“That’s incredible, Mako. He seems like he’d be a great mentor.” Asami plucks a dumpling from the steamer basket. 

“He is. He’s seen and done so much! It’s incredible.” Mako gestures a little wildly, starry-eyed, and Korra chuckles. 

“Well, so have you.” Asami smiles. He turns a little pink and ducks his head. 

“You’re such a nerd. That’s what you were all nervous about?” Korra narrows her eyes teasingly, taking a dumpling. Mako scoffs and steals it from her hand. Before she can fight to get it back, he takes a triumphant bite and leans back in his chair. She loosely considers vaulting over the table, but she decides to save Pema the headache.

“No, he thought I was gonna tell you that he’s totally got a crush on Princess Ursa.” Bolin stretches innocently.

The room erupts into shouting. Mako busies himself with strangling Bolin while Asami and Korra pepper him with questions. Bolin paws at Mako’s face and chokes out a protest. Asami manages to pull them apart. 

“I don’t have a crush on her! She’s a smart, capable tactician…with pretty eyes…and nice hair…oh god.” Mako drops his head into his hands. Bolin pats his shoulder. 

The conversation flows from Mako’s love life--hopeless--to events in Republic City. Spirits don’t have a fantastic grasp on human affairs, but they seem confident in Zhu Li taking the Presidential helm, which is nice. As they chat, the stack of empty bowls in the sink grows more and more precarious. 

“Okay, what else…oh! We made another mover.” Bolin feeds small vegetable pieces to Pabu, who perches comfortably on his head. 

“What? Why?” Korra frowns. 

“Now that Varrick’s First Gentleman, he’s picking up a lot of his old hobbies. He told me he was struck with urgent inspiration to make his magnum opus.” Bolin gestures excitedly. 

“Beifong’s tired of babysitting him, so he’s on informal house arrest,” Mako snorts, leaning towards Korra. She snickers. 

“What’s the story?” Asami pinches Korra’s knee so she stops laughing—counterproductive, as it just forces her to stifle a yelp. 

“Nuktuk has laid down his arms as the hero of the south and taken up…wait for it…pro-bending coaching! He invents it! Turns out, his dad was one of the best benders in the world and Nuktuk wants to preserve the legacy!” Bolin gestures even bigger. Pabu nearly slides off of his head as he moves around. 

“Wait…isn’t that the plot of The Pebble’s new mover? The one about The Boulder?” Asami collects the empty bowls from the table and dumps them in the sink. As she comes back, she kisses Korra’s forehead. 

“Uh, noooooo. The Pebble’s grandfather was the pro-bender. For Nuktuk, it’s his dad. Totally different.” Bolin nods resolutely. Asami opens her mouth to argue, but Korra pinches her knee. Asami glares. Korra gives a shit-eating grin. 

“Right, sure. You two up for a friendly match, now that you’re a double pro-bender?” Korra leans on Mako’s shoulder.

“Oooh a Fire Ferret reunion? Count me in!” Bolin gasps excitedly. 

“Count me out.” Mako stands and stretches. 

“Aw c’mon, Mako! Where’s your competitive spirit?” Korra socks him in the arm. He returns the favor. 

“Knock yourselves out.” He laughs fondly, ruffling Bolin’s hair as he passes. 

“Guess it’s you and me then. Nuktuk, Hero of the Arena, versus…the Avatar.” Bolin makes a noise like a crowd cheering. 

….

“Come on, Bolin! Put your back into it!” Korra throws a boulder at his head. He pulls his hands apart and the rock shatters, submerging into the earth. 

“Taunting me isn’t gonna work. While you and Asami were out frolicking, Tenzin and Jinora showed me the path to inner peace. I’m totally chill now.” Bolin butchers a few Air Nomad forms and then nods, satisfied. 

“Is that right?” 

“Yep. I’m super zen.” Bolin closes his eyes and takes a meditative stance. Korra throws another rock at his head. He yelps and deflects at the last moment, scattering it to dust.

“Would you stop doing that?!”  

“Are you going to fight me?” She puts her hand on her hip. 

“Alright, you asked for it. No holding back.” He smirks. 

As she flips out of the way of a chunk of earth the size of a Satomobile, she’s quickly reminded why he was a pro long before she ever met him. She’s used to earthbenders with squat techniques. Bolin is fast. He moves earth like water, adapting quickly to shifts in gravity without breaking a sweat. 

She takes a rock to the torso and goes flying, skidding to a stop on her back. She narrows her eyes at him, flips back on her feet, and resumes her stance.

“Oh yeah, I’ve still got it.” He flexes. 

“Whatever. Lucky shot.”  Korra rolls her eyes. Bolin continues to flex, striking new and irritating poses. Pabu scampers out onto his bicep and copies him. Bolin turns unexpectedly and Pabu squeaks, scampering back to the solid ground of his shoulder. The poor thing slips and tumbles right into Bolin’s shirt with a terrified shriek. 

Bolin makes the exact same noise, followed by a string of frantic, high-pitched giggles and shouts. Pabu skitters around his waist and Bolin tries to grab him. Korra muffles her laughter into her hands. 

“P-Pabu!” Bolin squeaks, finally wrangling the fire ferret into his grasp. He starts sternly lecturing Pabu, but Korra’s long past listening. She’s too busy sowing the seeds of a plan. 

“Let’s go again.” Korra grins. 

“Best of five? Let’s do it.”

Korra and Bolin circle each other, locked in tense concentration. Korra moves first, launching stone after stone to where she thinks Bolin will be, rather than where he is. She breathes with each shove, doing her best to root her body to the earth. 

To Bolin’s credit, he easily manages her aggressive assault. He complains about it, sure, but he deflects or redirects every blow before it can break his stance. He splits a large boulder and pelts her with the pieces. She slides and flips out of the way, curving with the air rather than through it. Even though Bolin strikes her from beneath with a stone, Korra still manages to bend a bucket’s worth of water directly into his chest. 

Korra clenches her fist and the water flash-freezes. As it crackles into a solid up his body, Bolin stammers up a protest and wiggles fruitlessly against the ice. He strains every which way, the muscles in his neck tensing, but he doesn’t budge.

“‘Kay, so this definitely isn’t competition-legal. How about you let me go and we call it even?” Bolin blows his curl out of his face. 

“Mmm, nah. Best of five, remember?” Korra smirks, cracking her knuckles. She makes a big show of stretching. 

“I can’t fight you in ice. Ohhh, you’ve got a real scary face right now. Like…like Eska levels of scary—“

Korra bends away a chunk of the ice, leaving a perfect window for Bolin’s stomach. She pinches him there and he giggles once, sweetly. They blink at each other. Korra breaks out in a smirk. He starts to babble, shaking his head fervently, but he collapses into nervous snickers and incoherence when she gets closer.

“Tickling is cheating, c’mon--KorraKorraKorraaaah!” He squeals, bubbly giggles pouring forth faster than he can hope to speak. He wiggles as much as he can—not at all—and tries to suck in his stomach away from her fingers. She follows easily, poke-poke-poking at the softer parts of his stomach to make him jump. 

“This isn’t even a fair f-fight!” Bolin whines, shimmying like his life depends on it. 

“It’s not fun if it’s fair.” Korra shrugs. She bends away some ice from his ribs and plucks her fingers across them. His giggles somehow find more urgency, making his whole torso tremble. His voice rises in time with her fingers, cracking beautifully when she decides to tickle under his arms. He lets out a tumble of desperate syllables and hiccups.

“Ohmygod, move!” He snorts, oh wow, and keeps trying to escape. He attempts wide, pleading eyes but his nose keeps scrunching and preventing his progress. 

“Move, huh? Not stop?” Korra raises her eyebrow. Bolin buries his face in his shoulder. 

“Alright, tell you what. Surrender your victory and maybe I’ll let you go.” Korra tickles mockingly under his chin and Bolin snorts again, slamming his chin down. She spiders across the skin she can reach, avoiding his scrunching. She brushes his ear by mistake. 

Bolin’s voice leaps at least two octaves. He wrenches so hard that he actually cracks some of the ice around his shoulders. Korra grins like a demon. Bolin’s eyes widen. 

“I’m so telling Opal.” She snickers. 

“Don’t you dare!” His cheeks and ears burn bright red. She chases the blush with her fingers. Bolin cackles, whipping his head back and forth to no avail. She pokes at his collarbones and he yelps, hiking his shoulders as far up as he can. 

The ice crunches, then crumbles. Bolin stumbles forward, clutching his torso through the tail-end of his laughter. Korra backs up and starts awkwardly chuckling with something like remorse. 

“Hey, Korra?” Bolin narrows his eyes, deathly serious. “Run.”

“Threatening the Avatar?” She jokes weakly. 

Bolin sprints at her like a train as a reply.

She yelps and takes off, bending air to launch herself onto the temple roof. Bolin uses earth to follow suit, his serious demeanor melting into the giggly little ‘I’m gonna get youuus’ that one would expect from someone like him.

She misses her jump onto the next roof and Bolin catches her by the waist. Her loss of balance translates to him, unfortunately, and they both crash to the ground. Bolin pulls her close and rolls to break the fall, but he doesn’t release her from the bear hug. He giggles evilly in her ear. 

Oh shit. 

“Bolin, hang on—“

“Gotcha.” He grins, vibrating his fingers into her stomach. “Now, time to defend that championship title.” 

Korra squeals loud enough to send birds and spirits flying from the temple trees. 

[dilatorywriting]

Okay so FIRST.... I absolutely adore the Malleus Monster Mayhem fic. My whole entire heart was REELING for it, but also you have such great comedic timing and it was so ENGAGING! Truly there is nothing better than the harmony between powerful/sexy Mal and confused/huffy dragon Mal.

Also, the D&D mechanics were so awesome to read!!! I loved the chaos of forcing a certain someone to waste all of their spell slots... pride cometh before the fall! Or tackle, then incineration, in this case. I have to know... when MC/reader tackled him, what spell did they interrupt? Did you have a particular one in mind? Also, did you build a character sheet for Rollo? My inner nerd is screaming about D&D 😅

Excuse me as I melt over here >.<

But yes!! I also LOVE D&D, so I was super excited to try and integrate it into a fic!! And oh my lord, I should have built a whole character sheet because that would have made my life SO MUCH EASIER. Instead I was just hemming and hawing over spells, and spell slots, and 'oh but does he have too many how do I even keep track.' Alas. I just suffered like an idiot and kept track of most of it in my brain.

The idea I was working off of for his D&D version was basically a wannabee cleric who never was really holy enough to reach actually being that, so was instead a very stuck-up Wizard who was very strong! But also kind of fucked because he kept picking up Cleric and other Magical Initiate feats and whatnot rather than actually improving what he was naturally good at as a High Elf. I was working off him being around a level 15 Chronurgy Wizard with a lil smidgen of oathbreaker paladin for flavor -- just enough to get him to having a big, eighth-level spell slot but also so he had access to the 'Convergent Future' Ability. Natural he knew 'Silence,' 'Hold Person,' and the 'Firebolt' cantrip, but the other big spells I had for him in my head were 'Disintegrate,' 'Hellish Rebuke' (because helllo Hellfire reference lol), 'Shield,' 'Misty Step,' and 'Hold Monster.'

That big ol' last spell of his was basically a mix of 'Dominate Monster' and the Magic-Eating/Destroying flower bullshit Rollo tried to pull in the Twst Event. And with the addition of 'Convergent Future' thrown on top which would have forced Malleus to auto-fail the save.