#para: spencer

[theameliaxevans]

closed - @spencer-sarmiento

where - ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Being more of a night owl, it wasn't out of the ordinary for Amelia to be awake after midnight like she was now, absently scrolling on her phone as music played lowly from her record player in the corner. Eventually though, the album finished and as she got up to turn it off and just go to bed for the night since she had nothing better to do, she had thought come to mind, one that had been lingering in her head for days now.

Hesitating for just a second then, Amelia decided to scroll to the new number in her phone before she hit the call button, glancing at the clock on her wall that said 2:20 before the call was answered and she felt a smile already pulling onto her lips, "Hey pretty boy. I'm ready to cash in on that free coffee offer now."

[sugarmottahq]

location: motta residence

date & time: sunday

tagging: spencer @spencetm

triggers: none

sugar twirled into the room, her arms overflowing with costume options. she dumped the pile of outfits onto the bed and spun around to face spencer. "so, spencey, halloween is almost here, and we have got to pick the perfect costumes! i've narrowed it down to a few amazing choices, but i need your opinion, obviously."

she grabbed the first costume from the pile, holding it up with excitement. "okay, option one: we go as a glamorous pop star duo! think sparkly outfits, high ponytails, and matching microphones. "

before spencer could respond, she picked up another costume. "or, how about this? classic hollywood starlets! you could rock a sleek tuxedo, and i’ll go full marilyn monroe with the white dress and red lipstick. cute and sexy old-school glam!" she said with a little shimmy.

"if you don't like these options, i totally have more!"

[theameliaxevans]

Amelia didn't date, not really. She flirted and went out with people, she had her fun, but she couldn't even remember the last time she considered a relationship with someone. ..And was she? She hadn't even kissed Spencer yet (nor had he tried anything with her). He was just so...sweet. So kind and happy he was like a goddamned puppy. He was nothing like her... He wasn't broken like she was (even if she liked to believe she hid it well). So why on earth he wanted anything to do with a mess like her she wasn't sure. But when Spencer asked her to go out with him, on a real date, Amelia couldn't say no--because even though they were complete opposites, she liked being around his happiness and his warmth. She didn't want to say no.

So that evening she actually put effort into her appearance, putting on some black tights and a skirt with nice blouse (she even tamed her wild wavy hair for Christ's sake) and she was just zipping up her little boots when she heard the knock on her door and she let out a breath, looking herself in the mirror once more before she headed to the door, unable to help the smile that pulled onto her lips as she saw him there- with flowers... "Hi."

Closed for @theameliaxevans

Spencer hadn’t really been on many dates. He could honestly count how many he’d been on, on one hand. It wasn’t like he slept around a lot nor was he taking a vow of celibacy either, but his training schedules and the fact he was a little absentminded made him dating someone serious not that easy for him. With Amelia, things felt different. She was fun and fiery and he kind of loved that quality. He wanted to know more about her, especially after their first time hanging out at 3 am. It was the spontaneity that sort of made him feel like Amelia was an adventure in human form .

So he bought a new shirt. One with buttons that he had to actually take care of and not throw on the floor, which probably surprised Nina. He put effort into how he looked and went and got her flowers because his step mom had always told him that the bare minimum was not enough when you liked someone. After telling her he was on his way, he stopped off at the dorm and walked up to greet her by knocking on the door.

[alicezhaox]

Who: Alice Zhao & Spencer Lawrence ( @spencerjohnn )

What: Arrival of Baby Lawrence-Zhao

When: December 24, 2023

Where: Various

Notes: pregnancy tw, birth tw

Alice had been waddling around the house, getting everything ready. It was just a countdown now. A few days left until her due date. She still insisted on going out and about but finally agreed to take it a bit easy. She adjusted one of the colorful decorations on the wall.

“How does this look?” She called over to Spencer who she assumed was nearby. Tilting her head, she wrinkled her nose. “Or did I just make more crooked?”

[chamamilechaos]

I need people to know that when I am screaming about “MY BABY” I am not referring to a literal baby or a person I am in a relationship with. I am in fact screaming about a 6’ tall fictional man in his 30s.

[mundo-misterio]

A decir verdad: cancelado por Apple TV+; No hay temporada cuatro para la serie Octavia Spencer - Cancelada + Programas de TV renovados

por Trevor Kimball, 24 de abril de 2023 (Imagen vía Apple TV+) Poppy abordó su último caso. Apple TV+ ha cancelado la serie Truth Be Told, por lo que no habrá cuarta temporada. La tercera temporada comenzó en enero y terminó su lanzamiento el mes pasado. Una serie de drama legal y criminal, Truth Be Told está protagonizada por Octavia Spencer, Michael Beach, Mekhi Phifer, Merle Dandridge, Tracie…

[luveline]

If you have any interest, how about a Spencer blurb where he's off on a case and gets or misses a late night call from the reader and is super worried, only to call them back and find them drunk and missing him. And of course the team rags on him after.

thank u for ur request! fem!reader

Spencer looks down at his phone and goes ghostly white. 

"What?" Emily asks. "They had a sale at Waterstones and you missed it?" 

Spencer clicks a bunch of buttons on his phone and brings it to his ear, crushing limp hair to his neck. "Seventeen missed calls," he says. 

Derek comes to the rescue, though the lightness in his voice is slightly forced, "Don't panic, wonderboy. Who wouldn't be eager to talk to you at… two AM?" 

"Is that the time difference?" Emily asks, leaning forward in concern. 

Even Hotch puts down his pen. The team listens to the phone ring. It loops, loops, loops, and everybody breathes a sigh of relief when you finally answer. If something happened to you Spencer wouldn't survive it. Nor after everything he's already been through. 

"Hey?" he says. There's a gap of silence. "Y/N, are you there?" 

"Spencer!" 

Spencer turns away from the table they've congregated at and looks through the open window at the parking lot, police cars roaming in and out of spaces. "What's wrong?" 

"I miss you so much." 

Spencer's nose wrinkles of its own accord. "Yeah? You sound odd. Are you– are you drunk?" 

Derek laughs. Like marionettes held tight with strings suddenly cut, the team stop their stressing and send each other knowing, amused looks. 

"Just a little bit!" you promise, clearly lying. Your voice catches on the syllables like they're coated in sticky honey, the slightest slurring tripping you up at the end. "We went for– to Chilli's. I had a blooming onion and seven margaritas!" 

"I can tell." 

"I'm really sorry, Spence, I know I'm not s'posed to call when you're away," you begin. 

Spencer glances back. Rossi and JJ have returned with coffee and a late dinner, neither of them bothering to act as though they aren't listening to the conversation. 

"No," Spencer says, turning back around and hunching inward, "that's the opposite of what we talked about, isn't it? You can call whenever you want to, but I can't, you know, always answer. I thought something bad happened. Maybe next time you could text me?" Rather than call almost twenty times and give him a heart attack.

Laughter echoes from behind. They team act like a teasing family sometimes, Spencer their teenage son who's never dated. 

He would fluster if you weren't talking to him in loud but loving tones, "I can barely walk, texting wasn't happening. I'm para-spelgic." 

"You're not," he says, firmly at first. "Are you? Who's with you? Is Rebecca there?" Rebecca being your best friend. Spencer trusts her to take care of you.

"She was, but she said that I– uh… She said I talked about you too much and made her nauseous. I feel kinda sick, too, but I just needed to talk to you, Spence. I miss you. I miss you, are you home soon?" 

"Is Rebecca really not there?" he asks. He thinks about the room full of special agents he's standing in and drops his voice to a murmur. "I miss you too." 

"She's making toast or something." 

"That's good. It'll soak up the margaritas." 

"I don't want toast, I want you! Please come home safe, angel. I really wish you were here to do that thing with my ear." 

Spencer has to give in. You're speaking so loudly it's impossible the team hadn't heard it, but he can't find the will to be embarrassed any longer. You're drunk and ridiculous and all you can think about is him.

"I wish I was home, too. Do I need to worry about you? Make sure you're drinking water, okay? Alcohol makes you dehydrated, you'll get a bad headache." 

"It makes me miss you," you whine. 

He smiles fondly. "There's no cure for that." A door opens over the line. "Is that Rebecca?" 

"Yeah." Murmurings. "She says sorry for letting me get so drunk, but she didn't let me do anything. It's like you always say, Spence, I can do whatever I set my mind to." 

"And you set your mind to getting drunk at Chili's." 

"Exactly!" 

You talk a little more before he hangs up. He knows you're getting taken care of. 

A gaggle of smiling faces greet him as he turns around. "Everything okay, 'angel'?" Derek asks. 

Spencer puts his phone in his pocket. You'll text him in the morning with a hankering for Tylenol and sore eyes, but you'll be fine. "Everything's great." 

[mariasmultimuseblog]

Spencer looked at the other person. "Oh, it's no problem, really. My name is Spencer Hastings, and I'm alright. Well, that would be fine. Thank you. Which would you prefer to do? I wouldn't mind where we will be going to. I haven't been to the water park yet, though." Spencer answered as she picked up her books.

Sweetie Belle left Canterlot High School after the school day had ended. She started to walk towards the theme park, and the new water park, but she had started typing in a text message to their best friends Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo. They were not noticing that someone had been very nearby them, and they bumped right into that person, and the items that the other person had been holding onto had fallen down to the ground. Sweetie Belle sighed, and they felt badly of bumping into this person like this. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” Sweetie Belle said to the other person, as she bent down to help to pick up the other person’s items. “Can I take you somewhere to make up for bumping into you? We could go to the theme park, and the water park, or go see a film, or something like that? I’ll pay for everything, and I’m terribly sorry about this again.” Sweetie Belle said to the other person. “Are you okay?” Sweetie Belle asked them. @forgottenfriendshipstarters

[theameliaxevans]

closed - @spencer-sarmiento

where - sharky's

When Amelia first met Spencer, she thought he'd be a one and done interaction, yet here she was, going with him to events and just...thinking about him. A lot. A lot a lot. Dammit. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd gone on a real date with someone--and shit, was this a date? Were they just here as friends? ...Did she just watch someone slap his ass? Amelia was surprised by the wave of jealousy that washed over him, burning and twisting in her belly and she swallowed as she excused herself from the conversation she'd only been half-paying attention to anyways as she instead wove her way through the crowd and made her way back to his side, trying to stamp down the jealousy because it's not like he was hers to get jealous over in the first place.

Right?

"Far be it from me to keep you from spending the rest of your night with someone else if that's what you wanted." She told him, nodding into the crowd where the guy had gone off to.

[alicezhaox]

Who: Alize Zhao & @spencerjohnn

Where: Spencer's house, rural countryside

When: May 7, 2023

Notes: Private - not common knowledge

Alice had been feeling a little off for a while now. New York had been filled with wonderful adventures and things had gone well. She and Spencer had done different things around the city, celebrated Spencer's birthday. She groaned to herself and left the bathroom, sliding her feet back fully into her slippers and grabbed her blanket, pulling it over her shoulders, before looking for Spencer in his study.

"Hi, honey," Alice said, moving up to him and pecking his cheek. She wrinkled up her nose slightly. "Can I just stay here with you?" she asked with a slight pout. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she plopped herself in his lap and rested her chin on his shoulder.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I think... I know why I've been feeling off for the past few weeks..." she said with a deep sigh.

[talaok]

Hi I don't if you are taking requests still but could you maybe write Spencer with a Mexican reader and how when the reader speaks Spanish it turns Reid on. It's just that I don't see many or any stories of Mexican reader. Please?

funny you asked me 'cause I studied Spanish for a long time and I'm still absolute shite at it. but with a little help from the internet, here we are. (thank you for the ask💗)

“You like it?” You asked Spencer, referring to the movie you had convinced him to watch.

IT, your all-time favorite film, not exactly his style.

“Yeah,” he said, unconvincingly, making you laugh softly.

“ you don’t have to lie baby”

He sighed, a shy smile tugging at his lips “It’s just-it’s a bit…”

“Improbable”

“Improbable”

You both said at the same time.

You bit down a grin, as your hand went to his cheek “You and this improbable thing…” you sighed “It doesn’t have to be realistic to be cool”

“I know, but like- they don’t even explain how he was born,” he said “Was he created? was he born like that? They don’t tell you anything”

You couldn’t do anything besides letting your head fall in the crook of his neck, depicting your exasperation.

“But you like it, so I want to watch it” he said, stroking your hair.

“You sure?” you raised your head “We can change it if you don’t like it”

“I’m sure” He promised, leaving a quick kiss on your lips.

“Thank you” you murmured, kissing him once more.

You went to watch the movie again when a ringing sounded across the room.

You groaned, fishing your phone out of your pocket.

“It’s Camila,” you said, and he paused the movie

“Go on” he urged, and you smiled in return, picking up the phone.

“Hola, que pasa?”

Spencer heard a mumbling voice from the other side of the line.

"Que!?" you almost shouted.

You couldn't believe your ears, Sofia and Jacob, your long-time friends had broken up.

"No me lo creo" you said "Cami, es imposible, ¡Han estado juntos como una década!"

She was as shocked as you, as she tried convincing you of what she had herself just heard.

"¿Me estás tomando el pelo?" you exclaimed as she told you the story.

" no! Que hijo de puta, la engañó?"

He had cheated on her.

"es murto para mi, nunca más hablaré con él." you promised "Pero lo siento por Sofía, la llamo más tarde, ahora estoy con Spencer" you told her you were gonna call Sofia later since you were with Spence, and she immediately understood, starting to end the call.

"vale" you spoke, "hablamos después, hasta luego" you bid farewell, hanging up.

You turned to Spencer, and just as you did, noticed a weird expression on him.

"what?"

"nothing" he said with a thin voice.

"Spencer..." you raised your brows, shifting closer to him "what?" you asked again, more sweetly "i can see there's something going on in that big brain of yours"

"it's-it's nothing I just-I never hear you speak Spanish"

"mh-mh" you nodded, "and..." you urged him to keep going.

"nothing- it's-it's cool" he gulped as you inched closer, a smug smile tugging at your lips. You had a hunch about what was really going on.

"cool?" you asked, taunting him

"I-I like it"

You smirked, cocking an eyebrow "Te gusta?"

he nodded, his knowledge of Spanish coming in handy.

"cuánto?"(how much?)

“A-a lot” he confessed

“Te excita?”(does it turn you on?)

He looked at you shyly, slightly avoiding your gaze before nodding.

“Cariño” your fingers grazed his jawline “no tienes que avergonzarte”(you don’t have to be embarrassed) you spoke slowly, noticing the way his eyes focused on your mouth as his cheeks flushed pink “El español es un idioma muy sexy” you giggled, your hands going to his hair

“I-“ he tried to speak, but for some obscure reason, he found he couldn’t force a word out of his throat.

“Que?” You asked “Que queries?”(what? What do you want?)

You were mere inches from his face, and Spencer felt on the verge of a heart attack.

“Sabes que?” You bit your lip before kissing his cheek “Creo que sé lo que quieres” (I think I know what you want)

“Qué te parece si vamos al cuarto?” (What do you think about going to the bedroom?)you murmured “Así que también puedo mostrártelo” (so that I can show you), and to that, Spencer couldn’t do anything other than eagerly nod as you took his hand in yours and started towards the bedroom.

[writelikeyouarerunningoutof]

the weight he bears down on eliot is not as much as he could. alec's fronting more than actually resisting the other's forceful direction. besides, he knows damn well who would win if he really did try and argue with the hitter about going fishing. he doesn't want to, and he will make damn sure eliot knows it. but he also knows he's not going to get what he wants. "the sun," he says, drawing out the short word, "is a ball of fire in the fucking sky put there to boil us in our clothes and make us do unseemly things like sweat." he crosses his arms across his chest, stumbling slightly even as he keeps moving. "it is evil and so are you, man. so are you."

as far as eliot's concerned , if hardison can enjoy a fishing game , he can enjoy the real thing . he keeps pushing , entirely unsympathetic to the hacker's plight . ( if anything , this is a bit of revenge for making him play that stupid game in the first place . ) " the sun is good for you , hardison . get out the door , c'mon ! i ain't lettin' you get outta this one . "

[justawritterwithideas]

✩ the super masterlist ✩

» hello! here you can find a list of all the au’s I’ve created, it will be constantly being remodeled to make it more according to my taste. feel free to take a look at it, thanks!

» ¡hola! aquí puedes encontrar una lista de todas las au’s que he creado, constantemente estará en remodelación para hacerlo lo más acorde a mi gusto. sientete libre de poder echarle un vistazo, ¡gracias!

a lot of love, alme. ❀ You can also read me...

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞! | 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐀𝐬𝐤/𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ༄

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⭒ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ⭒ (one shot's)

who's your daddy? (s.r) summary: After a long day's work, the BAU returns to the head office where they find a stroller with a small baby sleeping and a child very determined to surprise his father… But who's his father?

the green dress effect (s.r) summary: skirts were never to your liking and didn't work for you, until penelope convinces you to try one, and wow, do they work.

damn, he's so cute (s.r) summary: Spencer returns home and the last thing he expects to hear is that his partner is fangirling about someone else besides him.

⭑ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 ⭑ (one shot's)

favorite student (s.r) summary: after the arrival of a new semester, y/n decides to attend Professor Reid's classes and get to know him better.

☽ series ☾

boy wonder and the rockstar (s.r) part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ? summary: Spencer and Y/N meet in college after a book search, creating a friendship where opposites attract. But Spencer has to move across the country to pursue his happiness and completely loses contact with Y/N. What if fate decides it's time to meet after 15 years and with a crazy stalker in between? Spencer won't lose to fate again and will do anything in his power to protect Y/N.

law in pink (s.r) part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - ? summary: when the BAU needs an extra helping hand, Washington decides to send the best of the best, but what they didn't expect was to see... pink.

[yongguk-ia]

“Goof?” Yongguk couldn’t help but laugh. That’s the first time he’s ever heard someone call someone else that. Jinki was indeed a goof and a bit of a perv. He was surprised to know that the reaper knew him. “Oh! Really? He’s the one that helped me move from Japan to here, he told me about the academy!…how do you know him?” Yongguk saw the Shigofumi as a loner, so he didn’t see them as being friends. He was sure the bar owner would annoy Spencer. More questions than answers were coming up in his mind.

Yongguk sat up straighter as the spoon was pointed at him, he tilted his head with a grin. “I mean I meant like a date between the two of you, you’re the two oldest people I know” He teased the other with a chuckle. There was something about Spencer that brought out Yongguks more childish side, he felt safe around him. “Hmmm maybe we can go see a movie? Oooh or play mini golf?!” He suggested the first few things out of mind, after stealing the last bite of his Sunday with a hum. The sugar rush hitting him at once. “OR we can go to the zoo! I’ve never been!”

Yongguk was glad for the change in subject, speaking about feelings wasn’t as easy as other people made it seem but he did hope he got how thankful and grateful he was across to Spencer. “I mean I just remember you saying you’re immortal and Jinki is too, maybe you guys to live the rest of your lives together….though actually I take that back. Jinki seems like a playing, maybe he’s not good enough for you” As if he even had any say in any of it, Yongguk sat there deep in thought.

He raised another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth but paused at the sight of the cherry on top, he quickly took a napkin and discarded the bite before taking another napkin and wiping the spoon. He could then happily take another bite of his now melting ice cream.

Guk smiled at the sound of Spencer’s giggle. “What a flower boy? No way! I’m not 10 anymore! I would be the best man duh” He scoffed playfully. It was nice being able to let loose with Spencer again, he felt like a kid all over again, but that didn’t stop him from scanning the area around them. He could never be too careful and let down his guard fully.

[thesmartass]

Por entre todos os livros e pergaminhos da biblioteca podemos ver DAHLIA DUFOUR-LAPOINTE, uma pessoa muita inteligente em seus  DEZENOVE ANOS DE IDADE, portanto faz parte do QUADRANTE DOS ESCRIBAS e cursa a SEGUNDA SÉRIE. Dizem que é OTIMISTA, mas também NÃO POSSUI INSTINTO DE AUTOPRESERVAÇÃO, mas podemos confirmar assim que ela nos direcionar atenção. Sua reputação é conhecida além das fronteiras, e dizem que se parece com bailey bass.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝?

playlist; pinterest; connections;

❀  dados

nome: dahlia dufour-lapointe

idade: 19 anos

altura: 164 cm

orientação: ???

zodíaco: sol em gêmeos; lua em câncer; ascendente em libra

kinnies: spencer reid (criminal minds); claudia (interview with the vampire); rapunzel (enrolados); soluço (como treinar o seu dragão); heathcliff (morro dos ventos uivantes); sally (o estranho mundo de jack); entrapta (she ra e as princesas do poder)

❀  biografia

As coisas começaram a dar errado na vida de Dahlia antes mesmo de seu nascimento. Em uma gravidez indesejada e arriscada, sua mãe fez um acordo com um demônio, ou a coisa mais próxima daquilo possível: prometeu sua criança para Sebastién Dufour-Lapointe. O erudito conhecido e respeitado por ser o tutor das mais importantes famílias nobres antes que fossem mandadas para a Academia de Artes Mágicas de Hexwood, era também conhecido entre as classes mais baixas pelo seu interesse por crianças changeling e por provê-las com uma infância melhor do que o que era previsto para elas. E a princípio a garota não tinha do que reclamar, com refeições regulares, um lugar quente para dormir e uma mansão para explorar os primeiros anos da sua vida foram tão bons quanto os de qualquer criança nobre.

Aos quatro anos, Senhor Dufour-Lapoite finalmente tomou um interesse pessoal pela criança changeling que havia comprado, por pouco mais que algumas moedas de prata. Encontrar a garota em sua biblioteca particular, lendo em voz alta um livro que seus alunos mais avançados tinham certa dificuldade despertou a curiosidade do homem, que começou a ensiná-la pessoalmente tudo que sabia, e tudo que esperava de seus alunos. Era divertido receber a atenção, e Dahlia se enchia de orgulho com cada gesto de aprovação, ela estava determinada a ser a melhor pupila que já havia habitado aquelas salas, mesmo com o peso da corrente mágica em seu tornozelo que a impedia de sair da casa. Ela sabia que era para sua proteção, os changelings fariam qualquer coisa para por as garras em uma mente tão brilhante e preciosa quanto a dela, e isso acabaria com o estilo de vida de khajols ao redor do reino. Estaria segura dentro das paredes do único lugar que conhecia como um lar. Era uma boa garota, e entretinha os amigos importantes de Sebastién com seus conhecimentos sempre que requisitada. O mais perto que chegava do mundo externo era o pequeno balcão, em um quartinho isolado nos últimos andares da mansão, lá ela conseguia se esconder e sentir a chuva em sua pele vez ou outra.

Quando completou doze anos, suas perguntas não eram tidas como algo engraçadinho, curiosidades infantis, mas eram olhadas com reprovação e impaciência. Porque não poderia frequentar as aulas como os outros pupilos? As aulas não eram lugar para alguém como ela. A sua tentativa de fuga para o jardim, que fez a corrente elétrica correr por seu corpo e Dahlia finalmente descobriu o que aquele acessório em seu tornozelo fazia.  Ela sabia que era uma questão de tempo até que sua aparência adorável não compensasse mais os problemas de manter uma changeling como um animal de estimação e as maquinações começaram.

Ela tinha uma bolsa pronta com seus itens mais preciosos, e depois de subornar um dos alunos mais velhos com as respostas para um teste, se livrou de sua tornozeleira e fugiu para a noite, sem saber para onde ia, mas com a convicção de que enfrentar os monstros no mundo era mais fácil do que se manter como propriedade de Sebastién. Sua liberdade foi aterrorizante e curta, logo pega por guardas que a identificaram como uma changeling em idade de alistamento, seus olhos grandes e rosto redondo enganando os guardas que logo a jogaram com outras crianças que seriam mandadas para Wülfhere. Sem saber se as poções que retardavam seu envelhecimento físico haviam sido uma benção ou uma maldição, ela optou pelo silêncio. E em silêncio foi largada no parapeito para lutar por sua própria vida com outras crianças, entrou pelos portões do castelo e foi designada para os escribas. 

Durante os seus seis anos no castelo, desabrochou, criando conexões e desaprendendo várias ideias implantadas pelo homem que a moldou em seus anos formativos, guardava ainda todos os seus conhecimentos, mas desafiava seus valores diariamente, e se dedicava em aprender tudo sobre seus ancestrais e formar suas próprias ideias. Ela ainda evitava os quadrantes dos cavaleiros, como se fossem amaldiçoados e estremecia sempre que via dragões voando ao seu redor. Mas cercada de livros antigos, e decifrando palavras em idiomas antigos ela sentia que o instituto seria o mais próximo que teria de um lar e estava contente com essa perspectiva.

Na noite do incêndio, Dahlia pensava sobre os textos que trabalhava em traduzir desde que os encontrou perdidos em um canto da biblioteca. Falando sobre o  grande êxodo e continha informações que não apareciam em nenhum dos outros livros que havia consumido até então. Ela trabalhava naquela tradução de forma maníaca, seu instinto a dizia que era importante, e ela nunca questionava seus instintos. E então começou o caos. Os gritos começaram e, ao olhar por sua janela, viu as colunas de fumaça saindo pelas janelas e as chamas devastando tudo que tocavam. A torre onde mantinha seus trabalhos acabava de ser atingida por fogo e ela não pensou duas vezes antes de juntar seus pertences e correr em direção ao fogo. Não podia deixar seu trabalho ser destruído. 

A fumaça ardia seus olhos, o fogo queimava sua pele e seus cabelos, mas ela estava determinada. Uma explosão a fez perder o equilíbrio, batendo contra a parede e seus ouvidos apitavam. Juntando cada rolo de texto que acumulara ao longo dos anos em Wulfhere, Dahlia perdeu a consciência, com um sorriso leve no rosto, tranquilidade tomando seu espírito, em saber que ao menos estaria para sempre junto com seus bens mais preciosos. E suas cinzas estariam eternamente com as de seus queridos livros.

Quando acordou estava na ala de enfermagem criada para atender as vítimas do incêndio. Seu lado esquerdo estava em absoluto silêncio, o que parecia positivo, pois abafava os gritos de sofrimento das outras vítimas, sua própria pele estava tensa nos lugares que o fogo havia tocado. Mas ela não encontrou forças para reclamar do desconforto das queimaduras, não quando seus olhos encontraram os de Kyrell, os flashes de memórias enevoadas apareceram, ele a arrancando das chamas, seu dragão levando para fora do castelo. Dahlia quase desejava ter ficado entre as chamas, a morte parecia mais gentil do que quer que o homem havia planejado para o futuro dela, se seus olhos escuros eram qualquer indicativo. Fechou seus olhos novamente, rezando para deuses que ela não acreditava, pedindo para que colocassem ao menos um pouco de misericórdia no coração de Kyrell antes que ele finalizasse o trabalho que o incêndio havia começado.

 ❀ headcanons

𝔦. Desde o incêndio ela não consegue escutar nada do lado esquerdo por causa de uma explosão enquanto ela tentava salvar seus pergaminhos.

𝔦𝔦. Dahlia mantêm diários desde que aprendeu a escrever. Eles foram uma das poucas coisas que levou consigo para Wulfhere quando escapou da casa onde foi criada. Ela escreve neles todos os dias, mesmo que só um pequeno parágrafo sobre o tempo.

𝔦𝔦𝔦. Outro token de sua antiga vida como animal de estimação do Sr. Dufour-Lapointe é uma tiara em ouro com um padrão intrincado de folhas e flores douradas. Ela esconde a jóia de todos por vergonha de guardar um pouco de carinho por sua vida passada.

𝔦𝔳. Mesmo com os anos em Wülfhere, ela ainda tem um pouco de medo de dragões e com pouquíssimas exceções ela se esconde deles e seus montadores o máximo que pode.

𝔳.  Ser criada isolada e sozinha fez com que fosse capaz de entreter sua mente ativa com muito pouco, e é sempre possível vê-la completamente imersa em conversas consigo mesma, inclusive suas conversas com outras pessoas tendem a ser um longo monólogo sem qualquer fio condutor de assunto, onde ela simplesmente fala sobre qualquer coisa que chame a sua atenção, até que a outra pessoa desista e a abandone com seus pensamentos (ela geralmente não nota quando é deixada falando sozinha).

penned by: bambi

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¿ǫᴜɪᴇʀᴇs ᴛᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴘɪᴀ ᴍɪɴɪ ғɪɢᴜʀᴀ ᴅᴇ ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴊᴏᴇ ᴄᴏʙʀᴀ?

Estas de suerte porque el día de hoy te traigo dos plantillas para crear tu propia FIGURA DE ACCIÓN 🗣️🔥🔥🔥

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Después de imprimir la plantilla y cortar las piezas, las protegí con papel contact. Para pegarlas, utilicé silicón caliente.

Diseñé la base yo misma con materiales reciclados que tenía en casa. Usé cinta de doble cara para sujetar a Billy, pero puedo quitar fácilmente la figura de la base si lo necesito.

No soy experta en crear y diseñar papercraft, mucho menos explicar como lo construí JAJAJA. Pero disfruté mucho haciendo esto porque amo perder el tiempo en crear figuritas. Además, quería compartirlo con el fandom <333

Próximamente seguiré con el proyecto de los looks de Billy ¡¡¡Perdón por tardar tanto!!!

Eso sería todo. Si necesitan una explicación más detallada sobre cómo lo construí, no duden en dejar un comentario. También estoy pensando en hacer a Spencer, pero eso lo dejare para después. ¡Gracias! 💙