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flowerofbenevolence · 6 months ago

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Royal Sword Academy Headcanons

Background information (mostly canon):

As it is canon, Royal Sword Academy, also known as RSA, is one of the top two most powerful and famous magic academies in the world of Twisted Wonderland alongside Night Raven College, also known as NRC. It is also sometimes revered as THE MOST powerful, famous, and best magic arcane academy due to having triumphed over Night Raven College in the SpellDrive/Magift Tournaments for nearly a century. It is also known for educating its students to not only be the most excellent of mages, but also the most noble and virtuous of bachelors.

Much like Night Raven College, Royal Sword Academy is an all-boys school. However, instead of being selfish, arrogant narcissists like the staff and students of Night Raven College, the staff and students of Royal Sword Academy are generally selfless, caring, and compassionate. Some are noble, princely, and heroic, while others are gentle, humble, and pure. Some are curious, adventurous, and outgoing, while others are reserved, brooding, and deeply thoughtful. However, one thing remains the same - the inhabitants of the school are natural leaders.

In contrast to how Night Raven College students tend to overblot due to being overly ambitious, confident, and competitive, Royal Sword Academy students sometimes struggle with low self-esteems, inferiority complexes, and expressing themselves, their needs, wants, and identities. For that reason, Royal Sword Academy students would also require a magicless, penniless prefect to guide them into being assertive, confident, and competitive by making them realize just how lucky they are to have such powerful magic and end up in such an amazing school.

Appearance and Location (also mostly canon):

Royal Sword Academy's main campus is located on the southernmost end of the tiny Isle of Sages, or Sage's Island. It is south of Night Raven College, which lies in the northern mountains of the island as well as the island's central village. Most of the school building's color palette consists of white and blue, and the school building itself resembles that of a castle. The school has a small bridge or moat that crosses over to the academy's main building, and behind that is the school's entire campus.

Emblem (also mostly canon):

Royal Sword Academy's school emblem resembles that of a shield, consisting of a light blue elongated pentagon topped with a matching, long, thin, horizontal rectangle, lined with a thin, dark blue inner rim, and a thicker, silver outer rim. Within the shield is a sword with a silver blade and golden hilt topped with a red, golden-striped crown or hat piercing through a golden shield with a castle-like top that has a royal blue shield inside with the words "Royal Sword Academy" written in white inside. At the side of the sword and castle-like topped shield are two white horses with dark blue manes and silver collars. At the bottom of the sword and horses and at the sides of the sword's tip are two pairs of bundles of laurel leaves, which are a symbol of glory.

Orientation Ceremony:

The students of Royal Sword Academy arrive at the school sleeping in a glass coffin in the Platinum Pumpkin Coach pulled by pristine white horses. Upon awakening, the students are ushered by the staff and upperclassmen to the Chamber of the Sacred Well, where they are sorted in one of the seven dorms the school in founded on based on the nature of their soul. After being sorted into a dorm, the students are also given a long, thin, silver baton that resembles a sword and is embedded with a magestone of their dorm's color. When the ceremony is over, the students are led by their dorm leaders to their dorms.

Dorms:

Royal Sword Academy is founded on the noble personality traits of the Magnificent Seven - seven mages, most of whom were royalty, that were said to uphold the most noble of virtues, were companions of the Great Seven, and are idolized as role models by those of Twisted Wonderland.

Wondaventure - The dorm based on the creative imagination of The Wondrous Lady in Blue (Alice from Alice in Wonderland). The students of this dorm seem to be crazy and insane at first glance, but they are also innovative, imaginative, and creative. They also seem to struggle with being misunderstood, though, and struggle to express themselves. Their main color is sky blue. Their secondary color is white. The magestones in their magestone brooches are also sky blue.

Alexander “Alex” Wondrionne (twisted from Alice) - The Housewarden of Wondaventure. His adventurous, curious, and rebellious attitude contrasts greatly to his noble status and quickly led to the ending of his betrothal.

Chenille Sommerfly (twisted from Blue Caterpillar) - The Vice-Housewarden of Wondaventure. A quiet, composed, and serious yet forgetful and short-tempered young man who is known for giving useful advice and telling complicated riddles.

Che’nya (twisted from Chesire Cat) - A mischievous, whimsical, and mysterious cat beastman who often teases people and gets them into trouble.

Michael Bavarder (twisted from Tweedle Dee) - A playful and talkative gossip who often quarrels and competes with his twin brother whom he insists is younger than him. Always loves a game.

Gabriel Bavarder (twisted from Tweedle Dum) - A cheerful yet competitive social butterfly who often accompanies his twin brother despite frequently arguing with him. His slanderous gossip often leads to chaotic drama.

Safarimane - The dorm based on the noble leadership of The Royal Lion (Simba from The Lion King). The students of this dorm strive to be excellent leaders and are ambitious, hardworking, adventurous, curious, and eager to learn. However, they struggle with large egos and the great amount of responsibility being a leader comes with. Their main color is golden. Their secondary color is reddish orange. Their magestones are the same color as their main color.

Mfalme Lionheart (twisted from Adult Simba) - The ambitious and adventurous yet impressionable housewarden of Safarimane who is also a prince. Excited yet nervous about his position, he yearns to be the perfect leader.

Kufu Heshima (twisted from Timon) - A self-centered and lazy pariah who has been friends with Moyo for many years and has become a recent companion of Mfalme. Coming from a poor background, he deeply cares for his family.

Moyo Guluwe (twisted from Pumbaa) - A dimwitted and foolish outcast alongside Kufu, whom he has been friends with for many years. He is the smarter of the two and often tries to teach him.

Tritonelle - the dorm based on the adventurous curiosity of The First Mermaid out of Water (Ariel from The Little Mermaid). The students of this dorm are adventurous, inquisitive, and rebellious to a fault. Because of their curiosity, they often struggle with being contained and restrained. Their main color is emerald green and their secondary color is purple. The color of their magestones are green.

Rielle Poseidonius (twisted from Ariel) - The curious housewarden of Tritonelle who is inquisitive to the extent of rebelliousness. Hailing from merfolk royalty, he is extremely fascinated by humans and the world above.

Sean Hummer (twisted from Sebastian) - A strict and serious disciplinarian who was sent by the royal family to keep Rielle in check as his vice-housewarden. Believes spending time gaining knew knowledge is dangerous folly.

Flynn Fiskene (twisted from Flounder) - A shy, anxious, and timid boy who often accompanies Rielle wherever he goes, even if they are dangerous or against the rules. Loyal and protective, but a bit of a coward and rule-breaker.

Yatasima - The dorm founded on the cunning wit of The Prince who was also a Thief (Aladdin from Aladdin). The students of this dorm are observant, intelligent, and ambitious as well as kind, compassionate, and selfless. Their main color is dark indigo. Their secondary color is crimson. Their magestones are dark indigo.

Jasim Al-Malik (twisted from Jasmine) - The housewarden of Yatasima. An icily cold crown prince who will have to find a wife one day amongst the vast nobility of his home country. Once someone wins his trust, his loyalty will know no bounds.

Jinn Thalatha (twisted from Genie) - A bright and cheerful boy whose posivity rivals the sun. While he loves granting wishes and seeing a smile on people's faces, he also has wishes of his own and secretly envies Jasim's housewarden position.

Apfelreine - the dorm based on the benevolent purity of The Fairest Maiden of All (Snow White from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves). The students of this dorm are benevolent, gentle, and selfless. However, they struggle with naivety. Due to their purity, they are blissfully unaware of the ill-intentions of others and the envy of other people. Their main color is bright red. Their secondary color is dark blue. Their magestones are red as it is canon.

Neige LeBlanche (twisted from Snow White) - The delicately beautiful housewarden of Apfelreine known for being the most beautiful in all of Twisted Wonderland. Pure and innocent, he is blissfully unaware of all those who wish him ill will.

Dominic (twisted from Doc) - An intelligent, responsible, and hardworking dwarf who is the housewarden of Apfelreine as well as the leader of the Seven Swords. While many would question why or how someone who short and childish-looking could possibly serve as a leader, he has never failed in his duties.

Grum (twisted from Grumpy) - A cranky and temperamental dwarf whose tough love often gets mistaken for rudeness. He detests it when people mistake him for a child, even though he sometimes acts like one.

Shelphie (twisted from Sleepy) - A somnolent and drowsy dwarf whose attempts to stay awake always end up in vain. As a result, he sometimes pretends to be awake using his sleeping mask.

Hop (twiste from Happy) - An optimistic and exuberant dwarf who vows to always see the bright side of things and is always seen with a smile on his adorable face.

Timmy (twisted from Timid) - A meek and bashful dwarf who often gets nervous around people. For that reason, he covers his eyes with his hair to avoid eye contact.

Snick (twisted from Sneezy) - A sickly and ailing dwarf with a weak immune system. He almost always has to wear his face mask due to frequently sneezing and wheezing.

Toby (twisted from Dopey) - A scatterbrained and empty-minded dwarf who forgets a lot of things, including his own name. His flightiness and immaturity often annoys the other dwarves.

Kyle Reinheit (twisted from True Love’s Kiss) - An ethereally beauteous hopeless romantic known for his stunning lip products. He despises being seen as weak.

Irotheikos - The dorm based on the heroic courage of the Hero in the Stars (Hercules from Hercules). The students of this dorm are ambitious, tenacious, and hardworking. Their flaw is vanity, as they often get caught up in their current achievements and stray from their initial objective. Their main color is royal blue, and their secondary color is golden yellow. Their magestones are royal blue.

Hector Dyneam (twisted from Hercules) - The flashy and boastful housewarden of Irotheikos who wants to help and save people even in the most dire of situations. His achievements sometimes get to his head, though.

Phillipe Daskalo (twisted from Philoctetes) - A gruff, easily-annoyed, and ornery goat beastman who is the vice-housewarden of Irotheikos. Always scolding the underclassmen for their mistakes and failures.

Angeamouria - The dorm based on the graceful virtues of The Slumbering Princess of Roses (Aurora from Sleeping Beauty). The students in this dorm are graceful, elegant, and virtuous. Their only flaw is being painfully shy and being extremely nervous around strangers. Their main color is purple. Their secondary color is golden. Their magestones are also purple.

Aurelius Rosantine (twisted from the Spinning Wheel of Sleep) - The housewarden of Angeamouria. An elegant and beneficent prince that struggles to approach people and make friends.

Florian DeCadeau (twisted from Flora) - A headstrong and no-nonsense fairy with very high and strict moral standards. Often frets over Aurelius' appearance.

Faunus DeCadeau (twisted from Fauna) - A gentle and loving young man who often comforts Aurelius during tough times and gives him singing lessons.

Merwin Decadeau (twisted from Merriweather) - A bold and hot-tempered fairy who is the youngest of his brothers and protects Aurelius with his life.

Tumbledown - An abandoned dorm that was once prosperous with students bustling about, but currently is vacant with its only inhabitants being a bunch of friendly, well-behaved ghosts. It is unknown why, how, or when it became abandoned, but some, particularly a magicless prefect, has begun to suspect that it may have something to do with a magical well just outside the dorm.

Yuu (twisted from ???) - Tell us about yourself

Hanns (twisted from Hans Christian Andersen) - Will be mentioned in the staff.

Uniform:

The school has several uniforms due to how the staff of the school view preparation for every occasion is imperative as well as a sign of sophisticated up-bringing, which the type of image they want to project. For that reason, the students of Royal Sword Academy not only possess a Daily School Day Uniform, a P.E. Uniform, Labwear, Ceremonial Robes, or a Dorm Signature Uniform, but also an Outside-School Special Events Uniform, a School Signature Sports Outfit, and Dorm Pajamas.

Daily School Day Uniform:

(Photo by @twistinghearts)

The schools' Daily School Uniform resembles that of men's fashion during the French Rococo Era as well as the outfit on the left (worn by Farena) in the image above. It consists of a white silk jacket that extends to their knees and is lined with gold lace trim, a silk vest of the student's respective dorm color, a white jabot collar, royal blue pants, a pair of black leather boots with golden trim, an armband of the student's respective dorm colors, white silk gloves, and a golden sword sheath belt that carries their sword-like, magestone-encrusted baton. The light colors and intricacy of the uniform's details are intentional and are purposefully meant to train the wearer to move with delicacy and grace and keep themselves clean.

P.E. Uniform:

Their P.E. Uniform is much less graceful and delicate. It consists of a white shirt lined with the student wearer's main dorm color and blue, as well as navy blue pants lined with the same main dorm color. The students are required to wear white sneakers and bring their magestone baton.

Labwear:

Their Labwear Uniform is perhaps the most practical, and similar to NRC's. It is comprised of a pair of lab goggles, a white lab coat that covers their jabot collar and collarbones, pockets with striped rims based on the student's dorm colors, black rubber gloves, and their golden sword sheath belt carrying their magestone baton.

Ceremonial Robes:

There are, surprisingly, actually two Ceremonial Robe Uniforms - one for the freshmen, and one for the upperclassmen. The Freshmen Ceremonial Robe Uniforms are white, with a few blue parts and minimal gold details. Its white color is meant to symbolize the purity and innocence of the freshmen's youth and how they have yet to learn, while the partial blue and minimal gold parts are made to represent their low rank amongst the student body. The Upperclassmen Ceremonial Robe Uniforms are much more extravagant, being bright royal blue, rimmed with silvery white, and embroidered and embellished with gold silk brocade. Its extravagance and dark color are made to represent nobility and wisdom. Both uniforms are made of silk, are long, flowy, and warm, and bear a resemblance to Headmage Ambrose' uniform and the other two uniforms above. They also contain a golden sword sheath for when they receive their baton.

Dorm Signature Uniform:

The Dorm Signature Uniform differs per dorm. For that reason, it will only be described in different posts where a specific dorm is being discussed.

Outside-School Special Events Uniform:

The Outside-School Special Events Uniform has been seen in-game since it is what RSA students wore during the VDC. It is what is worn during special events that take place outside the school itself. It consists of a white shirt lined with navy with golden buttons, a navy sash lined with white that ties into a bow at the wearer's right hip, navy pants, and black shoes. Unlike the other uniforms, the Outside-School Special Events Uniform is the only uniform to consist of a magestone brooch rather than a golden sword sheath and magestone baton. The reason behind this is because it would be too much to handle.

School Signature Sports Uniform:

The School Signature Sports Uniform is what is worn during the Spelldrive Tournament between RSA and NRC at the end of the school year. It resembles a knight's uniform. It is brilliant white, lined with blue and having blue letters on it, accented with golden shoulder pads, elbow pads, wrist pads, knee pads, and ankle pads, and of course, has a golden belt, sword sheath, and their magestone baton.

Dorm Pajamas:

The Dorm Pajamas differ from dorm to dorm. Therefore, like the Specialized Dorm Uniform, they will only be discussed in later posts.

School Subjects:

(Credits to @twstarchives and @phoenix-manga for inspiration!)

Practical Magic - The understanding, study, practice, and performance of spells, curses, hexes, and incantations

Magic Analysis - Analyse and observe demonstrations of magic

Ancient Curses - the study, analysis, and sometimes even the performance of casting a spell that has a negative intention and effect on another person or being

Conjuration - To create, summon, or transform objects

Defense Magic - Magic used to defend oneself from attacks

Alchemy/Potionology - the use of minerals, plants, and other substances to create potions and other things.

Astrology - The study and analysis of the stars and their magical connection

Biology - the study and understanding of life, specifically magical organisms

Poison Making - The usage of potionology and alchemy to create even the most lethal of poisons. Perfect for an assassin.

Mathematics - The study of numbers and quantities ranging from algebra, mental math, and geometry

Animal Linguistics - The study of animal communication. Talk with your favorite pet!

Etiquette - learn how to become a proper gentleman or lady through sophisticated manners, posture, and poise.

History of Magic - Discover magical developments, historical figures, and significant events and revolutions

Politics and Kingship - Perfect for all the royal and noble students, or anyone who wants to be a world leader one day. Learn and discover diplomacy, hierarchy, and monarchy.

Art - the understanding and creation of beauty that cannot be described.

Music - the students learn how to sing, play an instrument, understand music, or even compose

School Choir - Practically all the Disney Princes and Princesses sing. RSA would be incomplete without it!

Dance - Carry, move, and conduct yourself with grace beyond imagination

Staff:

Ambrose LXIII (twisted from Merlin) - The wise, old headmage of Royal Sword Academy who has held his position for many years. Hailing from a noble family with many ancestors that have done the same, his wisdom knows no bounds. Generously, he lends the player/reader the status of a student and the title of Tumbldown Prefect.

Hanns - A direbeast dog who dreams of becoming the greatest mage ever lived. Well-behaved and respectful yet mischievous and adventurous, he often accompanies the player/reader and leads them on a path to adventure.

Pierre Chenine (twisted from Pongo) - The goofy, fun-loving science professor of Royal Sword Academy who is also the son of a musician and the father of many. He believes strongly about caring for animals, especially canines and is always willing to help his students when they're struggling in his class.

Cendrionne Ashe - RSA's history professor who is renowned by the staff and students for his benevolence and diligence. Not only is he a great teacher, but he also great at chores! However, he is rumored to be the stepson of the history professor at Night Raven College . . .

Daniel Pedrosa (twisted from Beast/Prince Adam) - The kind yet tough-loving P.E. teacher at Royal Sword Academy known for his forgiving nature and belief in second chances. Rumored to be crushing on the town librarian.

Max (twisted from Tiana) - The owner of a small shop and restaurant located on school campus. His store supplies students with school supplies or whatever they need, and his restaurant serves the most delicious food.

Clubs:

Future Rulers Association - the members of this club learn how to become better, natural leaders for when they have to inherit a throne or start their own empire. They learn what it takes to be a leader and how to improve the school.

Theatre & Movie Research Club - The RSA equivalent of the Film Studies Club at NRC. The students hear strive to be the best actors they can be or work in the tech crew.

Magift/Spelldrive Club - These students strive to be the most competitive during the Interdorm Spelldrive Tournament as well as the Inter-scholastic Magift/Spelldrive Tournament.

School Band & Music Club - The most gorgeous melodies come from this club. The students here play a variety of instruments and some can sing.

Science Club - The same as NRC. The club members hold outstanding knowledge of potionology, alchemy, biology, astrology, etc. They perform countless experiments and conduct lots of research.

Inter-Species Culture Club - Inspired by how the First Mermaid out of Water managed to bring peace between the humans and merfolk, this club discusses the importance of learning about different cultures, breaking language barriers, and how to make peace.

Knights-In-Training Camp - this club is similar to NRC's Equestrian Club, except the students here not only learn how to ride and tend to horses, but also how to protect their future lords and rulers.

Basketball Club - The same as Night Raven College. The students here partake in the fun and hustle of the sport basketball.

Track & Field Club - The students here enjoy the thrill of running, racing, and winning.

Boardgame Club - The students here are hard at work challenging themselves and their minds on any kind of board game.

Relationship with Night Raven College:

As it is canon, Royal Sword Academy and Night Raven College are currently in a bitter rivalry. This is mainly due to the fact that Royal Sword Academy has beaten Night Raven College in the Inter-Scholastic Magift/Spelldrive Tournament for nearly a century in the past. As a result, Royal Sword Academy students tend to look down upon Night Raven's college's many failures and lack of sportsmanship and refer to them as "a slew of petty, uncultured fools".

Royal Sword Academy students also look at Night Raven College's style in contempt. They think the school's buildings and uniforms are "dreadfully plain" and "with no sense of style".

Author's Note: Most of this is fanon. Everything that is canon and the photos are NOT mine!

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saywhat-politics · 2 months ago

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Doris Miller, the first Black sailor to earn a Navy Cross, is one of many from marginalized backgrounds whose contributions have been scrubbed from Pentagon websites.

March 22, 2025, 6:00 AM MST

By Curtis Bunn

For the last four years, high school world history teacher Hadley DiForti has taught the story of Navy hero Doris Miller to her students.

Miller, a cook on a ship, gunned down attacking Japanese planes at Pearl Harbor in 1941, before he led other sailors to safety. The effort made him the first Black sailor to receive the Navy Cross, and his image was used on recruitment posters.

But earlier this year, when DiForti went to a Navy website that she had used for years to teach the students about Miller’s story, it had been taken down, leaving her students feeling “significantly upset.”

“I was extremely angry,” the Tennessee teacher said. “I’ve taught about him now for four years in a row, and kids really do like learning about him.” She has come to rely on .gov websites because she could trust them, she said, but “now, that’s not the case.”

The Department of Defense did not respond to a request for comment for this story. Pentagon press secretary John Ullyot told NBC News earlier this week that “DEI is dead at the Defense Department. Discriminatory Equity Ideology is a form of Woke cultural Marxism that has no place in our military. It Divides the force, Erodes unit cohesion and Interferes with the services’ core warfighting mission.”

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motheroftheantichrist · 17 hours ago

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Thomas Lawrence: "Will you all stopt telling me things?!? We are about to sequestered, I can't learn ANYTHING that would effect the Conclave.

Also Thomas Lawrence: "Hey Ray I need you to go shake down a priest for dirt on Tremblay, dig into Vincent's entire background, rediscover the lost knowledge of the Library of Alexandria, and maybe hack the Pentagon while you're at it."

Once Again Thomas Lawrence: "How dare you try to tell me about the literal bomb that just went off, for the last time Ray I'm sequestered."

#conclave movie #conclave robert harris #thomas lawrence #ray o'malley #joseph tremblay #vincent benitez #I know this has been done before #But I'm still not over it #This man wanted the tea so bad he wasn't even bothering to justify it #He literally only wanted to hear it if it was gossip #didn't care about the literal explosion in them middle of the very populated city that he also lived in

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reidsdimples · 11 months ago

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Accidental Baby Genius | Part 2

Based on the request from part 1

You tell Spencer about his child, years later.

Fluff/angst/no smut 🖤 🧸

Enjoy some AI renderings of Reid’s son 🫶🏻

3.5 Years later

“Mommy!” Your son raises his arms when you walk in the door. He hugs you tight around the neck.

“Roman,” you sigh and hold him for a minute. You push away the gnawing realization that’s been plaguing you for months.

He looks up at you with big brown eyes and sweeps his wavy brown locks from his face. You put your hand in his hair and mess it all up again and he laughs. Even his laugh- the way his face contorts- it’s so achingly familiar.

The cut of his jaw as he approaches three years old is becoming more pronounced. You can’t unsee it in him, Spencer Reid is his father. And if his looks weren’t enough of a convincer-

“Rome read me three Dr Seuss books and The Very Hungry Caterpillar today,” your sister informs you,

“Four!” He pouts.

Your two year old was reading at a fucking first grade level if not higher. You sigh, in awe of him.

A familiar heartache seizes you. Spencer has no idea that this amazing little boy is his son.

“I think it’s time,” you shake your head and inform your sister.

“I think so too,” she agrees.

Roman as back to his spot on the floor, building a Lego set of the Star Wars star destroyer which is huge and you can’t figure out how to build. But he’s over half done and you can watch him move around and articulate how to do it all day long.

You noticed about a week ago that he’s started to lick his bottom lip when he’s thinking, or bite it when he’s nervous. It’s not a trait he got from you.

In fact the only thing he seemed to get from you was his nose and ears but the jury was still out on that one. It’s like you birthed a mini Spencer Reid.

“Hey Romi,” you call him by his nickname and wave him over.

“Do you remember how you asked me about your dad?”

“Uhuhh,” he uses his palm to brush his hair back with his hands which are too big for him.

“How would you like to meet him?” He turns in your arms and lights up.

“Does he like reading?”

“He does,” you answer and fight back tears.

“What about counting, because I can count all the way to five thousand,” he starts talking faster when he’s excited.

“I think so,” you caress his small face and kiss his forehead.

—

“I didn’t know if this was still your number,” you say when Spencer answers his phone.

“I’ve had it for years, what’s up?” He seems distracted and you don’t want to do this over the phone.

“Can we talk… in person,” you ask.

“Sure?” He hasn’t spoken to you since about a month after you left the team so abruptly.

“How’s lunch tomorrow?” You ask.

“I thought you moved?” He presses.

“My sister and I moved to DC last month, I’m working at the pentagon now,” you inform him.

“Wow, okay,” you hear shuffling in the background. “Let’s do pizza, you still like Ray’s?” He asks because you two ate there all the time.

“Yeah, how about 1230?”

“Sounds good, see you then,” he hangs up.

Your sister takes your shaking hand but you calm yourself by looking at your beautiful boy.

You think Spencer will want to be a dad, you think he’s mentioned it before. Especially with how absent his father was. But you’re nervous and unsure. He would have every right to be angry with you, Roman was almost three. But it’s better late than never right?

“Spencer,” you beam nervously and he hugs you. He seems taller, his hair seems curlier, and he’s got some facial hair. He looks… matured. You wonder what he’s been through, what he’s seen with the BAU since you last saw him.

“Y/N, how are you?” He asks.

“Good, I’m good,” you guys sit outside and make idle chat about work.

You fall into easy conversation over pepperoni pizza and he laughs about some joke your coworker made about Aristotle.

“You said you needed to talk to me?” He crosses his legs and pushes his hair back with his palm(just like Roman does.)

“Spencer…” you shake your head and look down at your lap. Your throat tightens and it all comes down to this moment.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He leans forward and drops his pizza.

“I’m so sorry,” you don’t expect to cry but you do. He drags the metal outdoor chair closer to you and touches your shoulder:

“Sorry for what? What’s going on?” He seems worried.

“I didn’t just leave the BAU for a new position,” you sigh and wipe your eyes. You turn in your chair towards him and pull your knees to your chest.

His brows are furrowed, full and dark just like your sons.

“I got pregnant,” you huff out a shaky breath.

He slides his chair back. You can’t look at him.

“What are you saying?” His voice is low.

“This is Roman,” you slide your phone across the table towards him. Your lock screen is a picture of your son staring at the camera as though he’s far beyond his years.

Spencer inspects it, his eyes scanning the photo frantically.

“That- he…” and then a tear falls down his face. “Do you have more pictures?”

You take your phone and give him your camera roll.

He swipes for a while, he’s biting his lip, his eyes bloodshot.

“He looks just like me,” he whispers a broken whisper and sits back down.

“I know,” you can hardly speak.

“How long have you known he was mine?” He doesn’t sound angry, just… sad.

“I’ve suspected it for a while, he started talking a year ago and… he’s just so smart. Sickeningly so…”

“He could talk at 1?”

“Spencer he can read books and do math at 2 and a half. I could kid myself on his looks for the first year or so of his life but…” you grab his hand and squeeze. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why did you leave? Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” He asks and looks up at you.

“Because… you had just lost Maeve and there was a chance that the baby wouldn’t be yours and I didn’t want to make things harder on you,” you sniffle.

He rubs at his eye like he used to do when he got a headache.

“Why tell me now?” He asks.

“He asks about his daddy. And now that I know for a fact who that is… you deserve to know.”

“Daddy,” he whispers and his voice cracks as he looks at a photo of Roman as a baby baby.

“He’s even wearing…” he points at the picture.

“My sister was trying to make a point,” you smile softly.

He laughs a little at that.

“Do you want to meet him? You don’t have to. You never have to…”

“Of course I do,” he stops you.

“I don’t want anything from you. That’s not why I’m telling you this,” you assure him. “You can be as involved or not involved as you want.”

“Y/N, he’s my son. I want him to know me and I want to know him,” now he’s squeezing your hand. You nod, you’re relieved.

——

“Okay, are you ready?” You ask your son the next day.

“Yes!” He holds up his toy train that he brought his dad to the park.

You spot Spencer at a picnic table in the shade and pick up your son. The wind blows his hair around as you approach. Spencer stands, his eyes lighting up as he beholds Roman.

“Spencer Reid, this is Roman Jacob Reid,” you say proudly.

“Hi,” he smiles and waves at Roman who you stand on the table.

“I got you a train. It has my name on it, see. R-O-M-A-N,” he points at the letters. Spencer lets out an amazed huff and takes the red engine.

“It’s perfect!” He exaggerates.

“I’m changing his last name tomorrow,” you whisper to Spencer. “If that’s okay.”

“That would be amazing,” he smiles down at you.

“Okay stand back,” Roman pushes Spencer away from the table. “I’m going to show mommy that you’re strong because I’m strong and if I’m a superhero you’re a superhero!”

Spencer glances at you and has no idea what he means but then Roman jumps off of the table towards Spencer in a giant leap with a howling laugh. Spencer doesn’t miss a beat and catches him swiftly with the biggest smile of his face.

“See mommy! Strong! Now I know he’s my daddy for sure!” Roman exclaims.

“Romi be gentle with him,” you warn.

“Romi,” Spencer whispers as he tries out the nickname.

“Mommy says you’re a special agent, are you a spy? Like double oh seven?” Roman asks absentmindedly as he places the train into Spencer’s shoulder and moves it back and forth. He’s sitting on the table in front of his dad who looks like the world just fell in his lap. Your heart feels so full.

“Maybe, what do you know about 007?” He grins at his son.

“Some stuff,” he shrugs.

“I do know magic,” Spencer informs him.

“But magic isn’t real!” Roman swats his dad’s chest.

“No?” Spencer pinches Romans ear. “So you always have a quarter in there?”

“Woah!” Roman stands on the table in awe. “Do it again!”

“What about this? Is this yours?” He reaches towards his other ear and brings out a lollipop.

“It is now,” he giggles and snatches it. “Thank you,” he hugs Spencer around the neck.

Spencer looks at you and you’ve never seen him like this. He seems content, amazed, like he’s finally found a puzzle he can’t solve. You’re hugging Roman’s stuffed bear to your chest as you watch them.

“Thank you,” Spencer whispers to you and hugs Roman again. “Now let’s go get some ice cream,” Spencer says.

“Uh-oh you said the magic word,” you taunt as Roman squeals in excitement.

“I wanna be on your back,” Roman tells Spencer who obliges. He wraps his arms around Spencer’s neck, his legs around his waist while Spencer supports his legs.

He follows you to the ice cream shop across from the park. You think for the first time in a while, that everything just might be okay.

“Would it be weird for me to thank you?” You ask Spencer.

“Thank me for what?” He asks and licks his ice cream cone. Roman is in your lap, gently picking singular sprinkles off of his ice cream and eating them first. Like always.

“For him,” you hug him gently and kiss his head. Roman doesn’t react, too lost in his ice cream.

“You carried him, birthed him, and raised him on your own until now. I should be thanking you. You’re incredible,” he stares into your eyes. Your heart skips a beat and you look away.

“Let’s just say we’re both grateful for him,” you smile. “I never knew, where you stood on children. If you ever wanted them.”

“Children bring such a light into our lives, especially people like us who work in the dark all of the time. They remind us of wonder and innocence and show us compassion and patience. In their presence we are given the opportunity to rediscover the joy in simple moments, the thrill of exploration, and the power of unconditional love. I’ve always wanted children,” he explains.

You don’t know why you had any doubts about him.

“Well, they can be trying too,” you look down at your perfect child. “So I hear,” you shrug and both of you laugh.

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Pete Hegseth, Trump’s pick to lead the Pentagon, has refused to withdraw his nomination amidst allegations of financial mismanagement and sexual misconduct. Here is what you need to know about the Defense Secretary nominee’s background.

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fumiscripts · 4 months ago

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🃁 HIGHEST RANKER

fic masterlist . prev chapter . next chapter

The only complaint you have right now is not charging your phone enough.

You frowned at the low battery icon, shoving your phone in your pocket and resorting to looking out the window, instead. After walking through the door post talking to Ego, you were given a letter of consent to sign, the only other information given was that the group will be moved to a lodging, before being instructed to get into a bus.

Luckily, you managed to score a decent seat, beside a window, and your seatmate was quiet. You sought entertainment in the view of mountains outside, the vehicle breezing by leafless trees. You couldn’t find it in yourself to sleep, so you chose to indulge in mostly pointless sightseeing, instead.

The moment you stepped out of the bus, the next instructions were to line up, and hand over all belongings brought over. Including your phones. Though you were very reluctant, you chose not to make a fuss about it. You had to keep up the nonchalant image, after all. The woman— who introduced herself as Anri— distributed assigned pieces of clothing. From the clear plastic, you could see the number 241 inside a pentagon, with the letter ‘V’ under it. You suspected those might be variables for some sort of ranking.

…Was that your evaluation?

You covered up the offense you felt with a polite smile, muttering a thanks to Anri before going inside.

You refuse to believe you were placed so low.

The interior was concreted and bland, but you really didn't expect anything too fancy, considering they most likely used the budget for this project for more important things— like equipment and facilities. The building was vast, and you searched for the room with the letter assigned to you, since that was what the red-haired woman directed. Finding it, you went up to the door, which opened up automatically once you were close enough to it.

In the room, there were 11 other people— 12, including you— scattered around. A good handful was changing into the provided uniforms. You took that as a sign to change to the outfit, as well, making quick work in order to not be exposed for long, ensuring that no one was looking while you were.

Then came the waiting game. You kept to yourself, for now. There was nothing interesting enough at the moment, anyway. You observed, watching with keen eyes, trying to get information that may help you in the near future. All these guys looked a bit average. Not like you should judge a book by its cover, but you did so, anyway. They looked like Npcs. Maybe with the exception of that one guy with spiked up blond and pink hair. He looked the complete opposite of a background character.

“Are you done changing, you unpolished gems?”

A booming voice pulled you out of your little train of thought. You looked up, towards the source of the sound— a TV that hung on the gray walls, showing a live feed of none other than Ego Jinpachi, himself. He gestured a half-wave, leaning back once he got everyone's attention. “The people in your room will be both your roommates… and your rivals,” he informed, before bringing a palm out, a projection of a player model flashing onto it.

“We have estimated your potential based on my judgement and my peers’ calculations… represented by your ranking,” he remarked, following up. “It is the number attached to your uniforms. With it, you can gauge your position among the 300 players in this facility.”

So you were right about it being a ranking. It made you even more offended that he stationed you this low. Is he provoking you? You knew that he knew you were one of the best. How dare he?

You didn't show it on your face, reminding yourself to not let it get to your psyche that much. There should be something more than meets the eye— it's Ego who's taking charge of the project, after all. The rankings must hold a bigger picture than just this.

He's back to talking, again. The man explained about how the rankings change daily based on performance, and how the top five players will get to play in the upcoming U20 world cup. You were beginning to zone out, once again, though you attempted to register the important details he said. Like how those defeated in Blue Lock will be permanently banned from playing for Japan's national team.

“We are looking for one crucial component here: ego,” Ego states, staring everyone down. “That is what we will measure as you live here in this facility,” he closes his hand, stopping the projection. “Well now…” the noiret leaned closer to the camera.

“It's time to play ‘tag’.”

Suddenly, a ball dropped from an opening in the ceiling, landing in front of some random guy. “The time limit is 136 seconds. The player with possession is ‘it’.” The ball bounced, rolling to a halt. “Whoever is ‘it’ when the time runs out can get the fuck out of here,” he bluntly remarked. “And, of course, no using your hands,” was his last instruction before another screen flickered open.

“Tag is one of the many exercises pro players use to warm up,” Ego prompted. “This ‘egoism’ test I have devised will provide great insight on the selfishness behind these strikers. Prepare and attack. This isn't your average game of tag.”

On the monitor, a simplified icon of the player holding the ball showed on the screen, beside it was their name and ranking. You could sense his worry, seconds ticking down on the timer below their profile. If you were him, you would've moved to get the ball off of you by now.

It took him a few moments, before he resorted to licking the ball towards a crowded group of people. To his luck, it hit no one. You could feel the second-hand embarrassment. He needed a better tactic than shooting it around aimlessly. At this rate, you could just run around without a plan, and your chances of being hit would still be low. You almost felt bad. Almost.

Roughly thirty seconds have passed, and he finally hit someone. Well, more like the ball rebounded from the wall, and someone willingly trapped it. The icon on the panel switched, showing pinky-blond— who you recognized because you deemed him the least forgettable person in the room. Other than you, of course. The name ‘Shidou Ryusei’ was displayed, followed by the number 242. The second highest rank, huh? You took note of it.

After the lowest ranked had the ball off of him, he ran away, passing by you. There were 100 seconds left on the clock. Shidou glanced at the guy as he fled, eyes catching your frame, locking onto the digits on your shoulder. You were the highest ranker in the room— and the top player within the building.

He wanted to see if your explosion lived up to your level.

Shidou let the ball roll forward beside him, halting it with his heel. You eyed him as he pinned the ball down between the floor and his foot. He stared you down, grinning. “Yo, player 241,” Shidou called, holding eye contact, pink eyes looking straight at your own. “Ya like explosions?”

80 seconds.

You raise a brown, dumbfounded by his question. What an interesting individual. “Sure,” you answered, straightforward. He smiled wider at that. He sure was weird, but you didn't not fuck with that. This Shidou guy made this game a little more entertaining, you'd say. He better not disappoint you now, as so he's the only player you're interested in seeing play right now. All the others seem boring.

“Let me see you explode then, mx. highest ranker, ♡”

Was he challenging you?

You mirrored his smirk, tilting your head. “You sure you're a worthy fuse to light me up?” you taunted, eyes flickering between him and the ball, prepared to sprint out the way once he comes after you.

Shidou leaned over, rolling the ball, reeling his leg in before kicking it at you at full force. The sphere rushed to you, which you managed to avoid by rushing to the side. It ricocheted, and the blond wasted no time to collect it, aiming it at your abdomen. This time, you settled to trap the ball with your leg, jumping to control it.

The screen switched once again, showing your icon, this time— followed by your name and rank: [Last Name] [Name], 241.

60 seconds.

You lifted the ball to the air, performing a volley. It flew back to him, and Shidou raised an eyebrow, amused. It hit him with speed and precision, impacting his thigh. He quickly recovered, kicking it right back at you.

At this point, the two of you have resorted to just kicking it back and forth, running down the time to the point that some of the others have let down their guards. It was almost like a game of hot potato. You have your careers on the line, yet both of you seemed unserious about this. The other people in the room thought you two were insane. Who would be this relaxed when this single game determines their future?

The answer is you and Shidou.

20 seconds.

You had the ball on you once again. It stood still, and you scanned around, registering the little time left on the clock. You flicked the ball up, before shooting it harshly, noticeably higher than where Shidou stood, which he tilted his head at. Then, he felt it. A shiver running down his spine that got him acting to do something

Damn, you got him excited.

He whipped around, the sphere bouncing off the concrete walls. Shidou got into action, jumping into the air and bicycle kicking it in your direction, using his arm to balance his weight to get on his feet faster. In reply, you swing it right back at him. The ball went to and fro between the two of you like ping pong, each return seemingly getting more impressive to pull off than the last

10 seconds.

Shidou grinned widely, the ball hitting his shoulder and dropping to his foot. He kicked it with as much power as he could muster, the sphere zooming towards you.

Your eyes widened for a split-second. What a diabolical shot.

You resorted to dodging it, the ball hitting the wall and rebounding to your back, with a much softer impact than what it would've had if you decided to face it head on.

You dragged the ball back to right in front of you, sending it hurling, returning to the blond. Shidou reacted quickly, trapping and kicking it to you in one fluid move

Side-stepping, you dodged it. Damn, this was exhilarating. You can't leave him with that. He's too entertaining to be locked off. You stepped on the ball, the icon switching to you once again, steadying it on the floor.

You stepped back, making enough space between you and the object to kick it properly.

Reeling your leg, you kicked it with style. The ball flew way past him, seemingly towards the side, and everyone stared at you and your ‘mistake.’

My, their eyes were on you.

The ball suddenly curved. A beautiful arch targeting the crowd, and they grew panicked.

In a last second attempt, they ran. But a racing ball was way faster than their stunned legs.

The thud could be heard as the ball hit an unfortunate player, the screen switching from your icon to theirs as the game came to an end.

The person fell to their knees, a short whistle ringing through the room. A huge test that said ‘lose’ overlayed over their profile on the display monitor, indicating that they're off.

How fun. Your little gamble worked.

And everyone looked at you like you were some sort of football deity. Seriously. A curved shot like that? Barefooted, at that.

The tv opened, showing Ego, who congratulated the survivors, and discarded the one who lost. You straighten your posture, content with being able to gather fear and attention. Now, being able to receive passes from these guys should be easy, right? You've shown your talent, and now, their job is to not fuck up and trust your abilities to help them win.

Suddenly, someone approached you. Clearly, he didn't give a fuck about personal space, if the way he slung an arm around your shoulder said anything. It was Shidou— who looked down at you with a lazy smirk spread across his face. “You're hella interesting,” he pointed at you. Seems like you left a great impression on him, huh? “I like the way ya explode.”

You mirrored his expression, letting yourself get a little more cocky. “Yeah? Big enough to have everyone stop and look?” you ask, watching as he leaned back and laughed.

“Damn, you're really egoistic, huh?” He raised a brow, pink eyes locking into your own. “We'll get along real well.”

A guy who has a thing for explosions. Good for him, you're bright and loud enough to make sure all eyes are on you. You stare at him, grinning.

“Something tells me we will.”

(a/n) lowk don't like this one jsanhakaj anwwww ts a lil zesty but it's aight cs it's bllk

Shidou jumpscare!!

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Blood-Sucker

CecilxReader!superhero

Word Count:3,081

T/W: Broken bones, mentions of blood constantly throughout the story, drinking blood, vampires, slight smut, choking, mentions of sex

!! I'M SO SORRY IF I MISSED ANYMORE, PLEASE JUST LET ME KNOW, I WROTE THIS OVER THE SPAN OF 3 DAYS AND SOME MAY HAVE SLIPPED!!

Info: Reader is basically a vampire with slight blood manipulation power, that isn't helpfully against super humans. There is a lot of background in this and it may be all over the place but it’s my first time writing fanfic especially with a character that has as many layers as Cecil does but he’s just too cool and lovable not to want to write about also I've been very inspired after reading so many great stories on here. To help with confusion when an event is taking place in the past, it'll be shown like this for the whole section until you're back in the present . Hope you enjoy though<3

Background: This is taking place as the Mark variants make their way to the main universe and a Mark variant attacks the pentagon. Reader and Cecil have been dating for a couple of years now and reader is a reformed villain.

Cecil could feel the life being choked out of his body as he was looking down at Mark…or at least a version of him. His feet were off the ground and he was kicking and punching to get out of his grip but nothing was working and he felt himself getting weaker by the moment. If Cecil was being honest with himself he never believed in all that “life flashing before your eyes” bullshit but as he felt himself descending into darkness all he could think about was you. The way you smiled, how you blushed every single time you sucked his blood , the way your eyes dilated when the two of you shared an intimate moment like he was truly the only thing in life that made you happy and that made him feel special, the way you understood that his job took up most of his life and worked around it, and that no matter how much of an ass that he was, you were understanding and patient with him, and of course, the thought of how the two of you first meet…

It was during the first few years of Cecil's job as Director and it hardly romantic, you were still doing crimes back then, getting paid to make deaths look like accidents, your powers aloud you to cause heart attacks by slowing down a person's blood flow and of course the GDA thought the random heart attacks of men with no family history of them was strange. They caught wind of someone with blood abilities and had been tracking you for weeks and when Cecil’s team of GDA agents finally caught up to you he couldn’t help but notice on the monitor the way that you pulled your punches and tried your hardest to defend yourself without putting anyone else in danger even the GDA agents that were shooting at you. It wasn’t until a nerve taser put you down that you were put in a collar to stop your power as well as some cuffs before being put in a cell.

Cecil paid you a visit after a while, trying to see if he could shake some information out of you, like if you were truly a vampire and if there were more of you, how much blood you need to survive and when you need it, how your powers worked, and why you were protecting his agencies even though it was clear that you could kill them with a simple punch and you answered all of them, truthfully too but only as long as he answered the questions you had too, things like how he got the scar on his face, how he got his job, how many people he’s killed. When it was all over he just said “Thank you for the cooperation” very simply as he stood up and headed towards the door.

“Will you stay and talk to me” you said before he turned the door knob that was in his hand, making him turn and raise an eyebrow to you before you continued “It’s been long since I’ve talked to anyone this interesting”

“I try not to make a habit of spending the better half of my day mindlessly conversing with criminals when I have a world to save” He stated simply, a hint of annoyance in his voice like he was disgusted by the fact that you even asked. And all you could do was smile, trying to swallow a laugh, he was kind of cute when he was seriously annoyed.

As you cocked your head to the side a bit, you asked “Was what I did really that bad, you’ve killed more people then I have if anything you should be in these cuffs, and everyone that I have killed deserved everything they got.”

This peaked his interest and he returned to his seat across from you. “And just how do you get to be a judge, jury and executioner? Do you think that just because you happen to have some powers that you get to decide who lives and who dies?” He asked leaning in, shifting his weight onto his elbows that were on the table between the two of you ?

“I didn’t say that nor do I believe it but I do believe that the people who make the world a shitter place by hurting others deserve certain fates. Powers or not” you shot back.

He narrowed his eyes, staring daggers at you like he was studying you, it made you feel vulnerable but not in a bad way, it was like you placed all your card on a table and someone was trying to decide if you were good enough while all you could was stare back while you wait for them to make their decisions, that was before Cecil chuckled a little, leaning back away from you which caused a confused look to take over your face. “Some people would say the same thing about you. Listen, you have promising abilities that could be use for a better cause, one that includes nobody dying and you finding a sensible way to calm you appetite” there was a few beats before he continued “Come work for the GDA, you’d be working as a superhero, you’d give you a job, a stable blood supplies, and missions where you can bring shitty people to justice.”

You frowned your eyebrows trying to gauge if he was just lying to you or not “I don't want to be some mindless weapon that you try to control, I know how you operate, Cecil, you’re a control freak that would do what it takes to get the outcome that you want, no matter what or who it risk”

“You will have a voice if that is what you are worried about, I won’t promise that it would always be heard but I won’t ask you to put anyone in danger…other than yourself. In order to take this job you have to be willing to risk your life for people that you’ve never met, people you’ll never see again, and even some people who hate you. Is that something you could live with?”

You took a few minutes to think then said with a smile on your face "I'll come work for you if you agree to spend a day with me once a week that I get to plan.” This made him raise his eyebrows, thinking for a few seconds before he said deal and walked out of the room, leaving you smiling to yourself. What occurred for the next few months were once a week hang outs that most include sitting in his office while he ate a meal and you drunk a bag filled with blood with small conversations. After a few months it turned into simple talks about their week and job, spending time in parks but mostly his office so that he could stay close to work. During those months tension was building between the two of you, and one day the tension just happened to be mixed with whiskey which led to the two of you making out and having sex on his office desk. After a conversation it was clear that the two of you wanted to go forward in spending time with each other. The relationship for the most part was private, nobody knew other than Donald, after he may or may not have caught the two of you kissing in Cecil’s office, and you tried to stay out of each other's way, Cecil would give you a mission, you’d handle it and he worried himself to death the whole time, he knew you were capable but he still couldn’t take his eye’s off the screen whenever you were fighting to make sure you were okay. Whenever he could get a moment alone with you, he would try and savor it as such as he could, showing you just how important you were to him, how much he missed you, how much he valued the time you spent together.

And in the last moments of his life, that’s what he could remember, the moments that he shared with you and how pissed you were going to be that he was dying. That was until he saw you come into his vision as you jumped on the Invincibles back, biting his neck, causing Mark to drop Cecil. A yell left Mark's lips as he stumped around trying to grab you and get you off his back, finally he got a hold of you and threw you into a wall causing you to let out a grunt before Mark flew and grabbed your throat, pressing you against the wall. Cecil stood up, his arm was broken but he still pulled his gun out and tried shooting the Mark, he knew it won’t do much but he was just trying to irritate him enough to get his attention away from you. You were letting out feral like growls and grunts while squirming before you lifted both of your legs and kicked him in his chest, sending him backward, before he could recollect himself, you jump on the Mark wrapping your arm him, causing you both to fall, the Mark falling on his back as you sink your teeth into his neck, sucking all the blood you could, the taste was strange, maybe it was because he was an alien or maybe it’s because Cecil had been supplying you with his blood for a while now every now and again. Maybe it was because you were in love but it just tasted sweeter than anything you’ve ever had before especially when you were able to get it directly from the source, allowing you to smell his colon mixed with the smell of cigarettes and whiskey, so when ever he allowed it, you couldn't stop yourself from jumping at opportunity.

You lifted your head away from Mark’s neck, he’d stopped moving, maybe you sucked all the blood out of his body, you weren’t sure, you were dizzy, it’d been so long since you drunk this much blood at once, since becoming a hero you tried to limit yourself to what you needed in order to do your job, you dealt with the hunger daily and it hurt but you didn’t burden anyone with what was troubling you.

That was the case until during one of your “work dates” with Cecil that you felt a pinch of hunger in your gut, causing you to flinch into yourself and hold your stomach. Cecil, who was already staring at you, as you were sitting in his office across from him, stood up instantly, asking if you were okay, you nodded but he asked you to explain further. You explained that in all honesty you were starving and how you’ve been trying to limit yourself to only what you need and how there were some days where you just needed more blood than normal since you were using so much energy. He stared at you at you for a moment as you tried not making eye contact, looking down at your feet, there were moment like this were you were worried about what he thought of you, if he was judging you for what you genuinely needed to survive, it made you feel shitty and less than for how much his opinion matter to you, that was before you heard the sounds of him taking off his tie and shirt causing you to blush and stand up.

“What are you doing ?! Donald just caught us kissing like a week ago and you’re trying to have sex in the office?” You yelled the first part and whispered yelled the second part.

He sighed before simply saying “It’s not like that, but also don’t be dramatic, it’s not like we haven’t done it in my office before.” He finished taking his shirt off and said “Come here” You just stood there and blinked. “You said you were hungry right ? I’m trying to help you out.” Again you blinked. He looked so stoic and yet vulnerable, he was going to let you suck his blood, his life was in your hands and he trusted you, the revelation hit you like bricks too or maybe the hunger was making you delusional and you were reading too much into things.

“Are you sure?” You asked, taking a step towards him, putting a hand on both of his shoulders. He gave a small but reassuring smile and nod before putting his hand on your cheek and slowly pulled you closer to his neck, you could smell his blood while he was this close and it was consuming, it made you feel you could truly lose yourself in it and drown. You kissed his neck then licked the same spot, you could hear him suck in some air in, you slowly opened your mouth wide before sinking your teeth into his neck, making him moan slightly. He held your waist with both of his hands slowly moving them so that one went down to grab your ass while the other one moved up and slowly rubbed your back. The blood, his scent, the rubbing, it was truly sending you over the edge, you pulled away from his neck, licking the blood that dripped down from the wound, looked up at him.

Cecil couldn’t tell if it was the lack of blood, the licking and biting, the way you looked at him, eyelids half open, blushing with you mouth slightly open while you were looking up at him, his blood smeared on your lips, or the fact that you were pressed against him but he couldn’t help put want to bend you over his desk and tell you how pretty you looked. That was the plan until Donald walked in, without knocking like it was his own damn office, causing you to turn around.

“Sir, I was wondering i-...” looking up from his tablet he made eye contact with the both of them, and as the scene set in for him, you could see the blush start to make its way onto his cheek, he tried to open his mouth to say something but nothing was making sense, he was just stammering before Cecil yelled

“Jesus Donald, just get the fuck out” causing Donald to yell a loud, I’m sorry sir before running out of the room, closing the door behind himself. Cecil and you look back at each other before you let out a light chuckle.

“It was probably for the best, I should be getting back to my job, as should you” You put your hand on his chest,standing on your tippy toes and giving him a quick peck on the lips before heading over towards the door, as you make your way out you looked back him. “Come to my place after you're done with work” before blowing him a kiss and closing the door, leaving him unfocused for the rest of the day while also having to deal with weird smiles from Donald.

“Y/N !!!” You heard Cecil yell from behind you, making you immediately turn your head to him, the bone in his arm was sticking out and he looked as if he hurt to walk, he was bleeding from a cut over a swollen eye that was starting to turn purple but even then you could see the concerned look on his face. Cecil looked down at you, on top of the dead Mark, blood dripped down from your mouth, covering most of your chin, through your hair he could still see your dilated pupils, you looked like a feral animal as you slow moved towards him not saying a thing before you leap at him, he fully expected to be a feral vampires snack until he felt your arm wrap around his waist, face in chest.

“CECIL I WAS SO WORRIED THAT YOU WERE GOING TO BE DEAD BY THE TIME I GOT HERE AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON AND WHY DOES THAT THING LOOK LIKE MARK BUT NOT REALLY AND WHERE IS DONALD HE'S SUPPOSE TO BE TAKING CARE, HE KNOWS HOW RECKLESS AND STUBBORN THAT YOU CAN BE SOME TIMES !!!” You sobbed into his chest as tears made of blood rolled down your face, tightening your grip so that you weren’t hurting him but made sure he wasn’t going anywhere. And all Cecil could do as he looked down at you with a surprise look and wrapped his working arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

“I have to go and figure out where these Invincibles are coming from and how to get rid of them, I need you to help with survivors on the street Donald should be somewhere in the city, if you see him stay close to him. Do not engage until it is absolutely necessary, do you understand ?” You gave a hesitant nod, knowing this was his way of telling you that he would be okay and just needed time to himself to figure things out, before running out the room to do your job, hoping that when this is all over, you can get a few hours with just each other.

Part two-https://www.tumblr.com/blueknight20/781269493339029504/blood-sucker-part-2

Hope you enjoyed, I was thinking of maybe writing something else that showed the start of dating as well as a first time together kind of story but I'm so unsure lol.

#cecil stedman x reader #cecil stedman #cecil invincible #fanfic #Cecil x superhero reader

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just-a-toast · 10 months ago

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Book Of Bill Spoilers‼️

Rant about Bill’s Original dimension

OKAY I REALLY NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS BECAUSE IT HASENT LEFT MY MIND

Bill’s world is COMPLETELY DOGSHIT AND OPPRESSED HIM IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE

We know that Bill’s world is very similar to Edwin Abbott’s Flatland, as said in the Bill Cipher AMA and the picture of flatland in the book if bill on the chapter cover of his origins.

So we can assume that the same laws and way of life that exists in flatland also apply to Bill’s dimension.

First of all, Bill could be canonically adopted.

Just to give a little background, in flatland, if a shape has a son (only men are shapes, women are lines) that shape gains one side. (A square has a son, it’s a pentagon and etc). Isosceles triangles that are deemed acceptable to have kids don’t follow this rule. The isosceles triangle would correct one of its angles by a half a degree, continuing until they become an equilateral triangle. This is their whole purpose so that they can eventually have a triangle start a new line of polygons that can make circles.

In Flatland, isosceles are deemed lower in society than polygons and are less educated than polygons. So once an isosceles triangle has a equilateral child, they are IMMEDIATELY TAKEN AWAY FROM THEIR FAMILY AND PUT WITH A POLYGON FAMILY SO THEY CAN BE INTEGRATED INTO A “NORMAL” SOCIETY AND NOT CORRUPTED BY THE ISOSCELES.

Not only is Bill’s existence really rare and takes a lot of time and generations, he is immediately taken away from his family and put in a family that are higher on the social latter than him. This could EASILY lead to his family not respecting him in any way. (Really proves what Hirsch said in one of his Q&A)

Another thing that royally fucks him over is his mutation to see the third dimension

He was born with mutation that if he even TALKED about it he would be EXECUTED. A square (the protagonist of Flatland) was only sent to jail for life but since Bill is a triangle he would have easily been executed, no questions asked. The flatland government loves executing people in the book. That’s like if a person was color blind and said the sky was grey they would be killed.

So Bill’s vision is illegal, he’s the lowest on the social chain, in a family that is higher socially and could easily discriminate against him. What else could his family do?

FORCEFULLY MEDICATE HIM WITHOUT HIM KNOWING.

Yeah on the silly straw page the codes tell us that Bill when he was younger was taken to the eye doctor by his family and got a sort of prescription that made the 3rd dimension go away. We don’t know how long he didn’t know but we can assume it was for a while.

“The Doctor says Three sips a day Will make the visions Go away”

“Eye doctor of a different kind Who wants to make his patient blind”

He was literally forced to be normal.

And to get off track a little, I understand that “make his patient go blind” means ‘blind from the truth’ but what if they actually tried to make him go blind so he couldn’t see the third dimension anymore?? DO YOU REALIZE HOW FUCKED UP THAT IS?? BILL IS BASICALLY THE GYPSY ROSE OF HIS UNIVERSE

Back on track we also need to talk about how Bill DESPISED being normal.

We know that Bill is a wild person, always looking to have fun, loves the weird things in life! But in his world, everyone hated things that were not socially acceptable. In his universe, his socially assigned purpose in life was to get a family and have kids. Like I said, everyone wants to have kids in his universe that eventually become circles (the highest on the social latter). Bill would NEVER want to have such a boring and meaningless life! For his only purpose was to continue a line of oppression and meaningless things like “social status”. But his world would probably force him to have kids or else throw him in jail.

Really explains why he said no one has a purpose, and that you can make your own, because he made his own.

Also his differences caused him to possibly get bullied in school. This is implied from his description of his pyrokenesis power

There’s a bunch of reasons why he would want to destroy his dimension, But from what we know, it was completely by accident. Now we don’t know if he was lying, but from his origins page and the other evidence we know that it was at least partially on accident or something that so out of control that it destroyed his whole dimension. He wanted to prove everyone wrong by showing them the beautiful stars he saw, but ended up killing them instead.

And he regrets it.

He had SO MANY reasons to hate his dimension and destroy it without a second thought, but he misses it, misses his family, his people. They haunt him.

None of this trauma excuses anything he does in the future, but the fact that he misses such a horrible place that treated him terribly to where he literally goes insane from guilt and self hatred is truly tragic.

If anyone has anything to add to the “shitty things that happened to Bill in his universe” feel free to add!

#gravity falls #the book of bill #rant post #analysis #Bill’s Dimension #LONG LONG RANT #Flatland is fucked up #sorry long post #sorry not even remotely sorry #he’s so traumatized

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