#pilgrim my beloved

[rarely--motivated]

shitposting is a skill im blessed to have mastered

[groovyarouraios]

They are so important to me

Inspired by @jjcattt ‘s post about amputee Sam

[py-dreamer]

Little thingy that I made for a project

My hand is kinda wrecked rn and I'm personally very very tired

[loudmariachibands]

wallace wells slut that you are

[noahsstar]

Lester in Scott Pilgrim art style!

[noanziexx]

I JUST WANNA SEE MY BABY

STANDING RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR

[lakesparkles]

Two commissions for @sharkyyteef :D (who was very nice and said I can post it!)

I had the best time ever drawing there!!! Thank you so much again!!

Reference picture of the first one:

[burauniq]

WHERE MY DEWEY FINN STANS AT!?@?

FULL SCREEN FOR BETTER QUALITY!!

[thebowieconstricker]

Stagedoor Sparks! (Matthew Patel x Reader) ✨🔥🔱

masterlist link

AN: OH MY GOODNESS YOU GUYS WERE FEELING THIS ONE OKAY-

I’m so glad to see people hyped up for my pathetic pirate boy. Please enjoy and if this goes well I may turn it into a series lol

We’ve got a gender neutral reader, idiots in love, I saw someone say pathetic x pathetic and YES, theater kid lingo, mild swearing, and your favorite cutie pie. ⚠️Also, this is heavily based on Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, so spoiler warnings for that if you haven’t seen it! ⚠️ Enjoy!

“Scott Pilgrim’s Precious Little Musical”, was what the bright lights of the massive sign on your local theater boasted. Recently, your coworker Julie had been telling you about the ridiculous life of this ‘Scott Pilgrim’, ranting about the conga line of characters that filled his (frankly, pathetic sounding) existence. She had also alerted you to this… musical. A musical that had been written about his life.

You sighed to yourself and adjusted your bag. Making your way to the golden, elaborately designed doors, just barely dodging all the paparazzi (why was there so much paparazzi?), you somehow successfully made your way into the main lobby of the theatre. Ivory and gold filled your vision as you observed the plush red carpet that lined each of the three floors. You had visited this theater before, and it’s gorgeous grandeur never failed to amaze you.

Now, you did not at all care about this guy. Yes, you had been silently internalizing every minuscule part of this random guy’s daily shenanigans, but that was because you were being a good friend to Julie! This Scott guy seemed like a tool, and you weren't particularly interested in listening to a…?

You checked the playbill the usher had just handed you.

…THREE HOUR MUSICAL?!? You almost started laughing right there.

But anyways, you weren’t here for this Scott guy.

You were here for musical theater. You had always been drawn to the fantastical world of lights and costumes and music. Plus, this was a community production with actors from Toronto, and you were always happy to support your local theater kids.

As you finally made your way to your seat, you sat down in the plush red chairs and opened your playbill to the cast section. You didn’t see any names you recognized, but one stood out to you.

Matthew Patel - Scott Pilgrim

Obviously, Scott Pilgrim was the lead role, but what really caught your attention was the picture attached to the name. Matthew Patel, you respectfully observed, was mad cute.

The lights suddenly began to dim and you settled in for whatever was in store, keeping a keen eye out for this ‘Matthew Patel’.

~~~ Holy shit, this is the best thing you’ve ever seen.

From the moment Matthew Patel walked onstage, you were absolutely smitten. He wore a bright orange wig that clashed horrendously with his dark skin, and an oversized jacket, but he was the hottest thing you had ever seen. Also, holy shit, Matthew Patel could sing. From the first line, you were completely enraptured by his high tenor belting. As you watched him onstage, you saw literal sparks in his eyes, his excitement and passion for the stage radiating off of him.

At the curtain call, you stood and enthusiastically clapped for each of the cast members, but hooped and hollered for Matthew especially. Even though you knew he couldn’t see you from the stage, you found yourself blushing at the thought of him looking at you.

That’s when it hit you: You’ve gotta book it to stage door to meet this guy.

~~~ Matthew Patel was completely exhausted. As the curtains flew closed, he sighed and turned around to smile at his cast mates. Although he was drained by his performance, he always took this opportunity at the end of a show to look to his fellow caste mates.

And hopefully someone would invite him with their group to an after show dinner.

He walked through the crowd, giving pats on the back and thumbs ups as he made his way to his dressing room. Lots of smiles, lots of “great job!”’s but… no invitations.

Slamming the door to his room he quickly took of his wig and put on his regular clothes, deciding that he would take off his stage makeup at home (aka the makeup he regularly wore but no one cared enough to know that). His room had a window where he could look down at the stagedoor line, the line that had been non-existent since opening night. He didn’t take it personally, since this musical was for a very specific audience of people and he understood that outside of them, no one knew or cared who Scott Pilgrim was. But still, he was onstage. He was singing and dancing and his art was being celebrated. Yes, he was lonely, still, but life wasn’t too bad right now.

As he did every day, he quickly glanced out his window to check for audience members at stage door and, sure enough, no one-

Wait-

Someone was there?

He did a double take and physically walked to the window, his hands placed against the glass and his now quickening breath creating a fog.

SOMEONE WAS THERE??!?!?

From high up in his dressing room, he saw a small figure holding the bright red playbill of his show. They seemed to be moving back and forth on their feet, bouncing excitedly. From so high up he couldn’t see their expression, but could make out what he thought was a smile.

He broke out into a wide smile. Running around his room, gathering his things and throwing them into his backpack, only one thought raced through his mind: He had to get down there.

~~~ As you waited, the cold Toronto air stung against your flushed cheeks. You were still high on endorphins from the show, the songs already worming their way into your head as you tapped your feet in anticipation.

Suddenly, and without warning, a man burst out of the dark black door you were waiting out, out of breath and panting. He was so hellbent on running out the door that he ran right into you, knocking you over!

“AH-“, you both made the same sound as you fell, the man directly on top of you.

“Oh- apologies, ma’am, I uh-“

You would have said a number of rude things to this man but, seeing his face, you were starstruck.

“Matthew Patel?”

His eyes widened in shock. Carefully, he got off of you and onto his knee in front of you. Gently, he took your hand and pulled you up, the both of you now back on your feet.

“You know me?”

You couldn’t help but notice the faint blush on his cheeks.

“Of course! Well- I mean, you know, you’re Scott Pilgrim! You were absolutely incredible up there, just amazing! My jaw was the floor the whole time! I mean, your voice and your dancing and the fight scenes-“

As you rambled on and on, Matthew was unable to snap himself out of the trance you had put him in. Visually, you were breathtaking, so much so he didn’t know how he had ever found anyone else attractive. But more so, you were genuinely complimenting him. He was never complimented on his theater work. He’d get the rare one from his cast mates, but never an outside fan.

Noticing his silence, you suddenly stopped talking.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to rant, it’s just- one theater kid to another, you were so amazing.”

He shook his head at your apology. “No, don’t be sorry. You’re- you’re very kind. Thank you. And I’m sorry again for… running you over.”

You laughed- a leitmotif to rival Sondheims to Matthew’s ears- and looked at him with a goofy grin.

“Would you sign my playbill?”

“Would you like to have dinner tonight?”

The two of you spoke at the same time, and one’s question made the other blush furiously. Matthew’s entire body tensed in embarrassment that he had been bold enough to ask you out like this, not even knowing your name.

You were absolutely over the moon.

“I- uh- yes. Yes, I would love to.”

Your smile got impossibly wider, and the sparks in Matthew’s eyes that you had noted during his performance returned. With a huge grin, he reached out his hand to take your playbill. You handed it to him and a marker appeared in his other hand as he quickly scribbled his signature.

“What’s your name?”

You told him and his blush deepened. He turned back to the playbill and scribbled a bit more, then handed it to you. You squeaked in excitement and looked at what he had written.

To my biggest fan,

(Y/N)

Looking back up at him, you were certain this was the start of something new.

“So… do you like Italian?”

~~~ HEY MATTHEW FANS TAKE THIS FIC! GO, FETCH! This’ll make a lot more sense if you like musicals, so have fun! Like I said at the start, if y’all want more and I’m feeling up to it, I’ll write more! Happy holidays, folks!

[vampyrtism]

not gonna lie i forgot 2 post this but !!!!! Stephen :-)

this was Technically studies since i can never draw this guy right, but fuck it we ball tbh

[grunkulous]

fun fact: I received a comfy hoodie for christmas and it’s probably the best gift i’ve gotten ever

close ups under the cut because tumblr likes to eat the quality:

[livingintheighties]

what kind of scott pilgrim did yall read???

[foundgirlpigeon]

Something something about ramona dating fruity people

[tokosparrow]

May I please request Matthew Patel x reader protective headcannons? He is everything to me right now.

a/n: he’s literally my everything right now as well so thank you anon, let me know if you had something else in mind!! plus im listening to a matthew themed spotify playlist to help me get inspired :3

> i feel like matthew is pretty protective person in general, even before the two of you started dating (maybe he just had a huge crush on you)

> he always suggest you to hold onto his arm whenever you two are out in public and there’s a huge coward, he doesn’t want you to get lost and possibly get hurt.

> plus when you two shared your first kiss and saw sparks, he swore to himself to protect you at all cost, you two practically are soulmates :3

“you’re like a valuable gem in which i have to protect…or something…”

> he always has an excuse to have you on the one side of a sidewalk while he walks on the side where it faces the road when you two have a daily walk.

“but what if you get hit by a car :(..?”

“matthew….”

> whenever there’s something loud happening, whether if it’s a threating or not, he always puts himself infront of you and shield you, placing his hands over your head. he doesn’t like seeing you hurt okay :(?

“you okay (Y/N)?”

“mhm :)”

“good :)”

> but when you do somewhat get hurt, even if it’s like pretty small, he just like kissing it, which lead to kissing your face and lips which helps you forget how you got hurt in the first place, he’s such a sweetheart <3

> there’s even some times when you two have a sleepover at his or your house where when if you ever sleep first he just likes being close and keeping an eye on you, first to just admire you, and second to keep watch before going to bed himself.

> he likes wrapping his arms around you as he sleeps because it feels like he’s using his body as a sort of shield for you as you too sleep at these sleepovers or cuddling and such, he also just like hugging you in general <333

> in general, he’s very protective of you because he loves you and just doesn’t like it when you get hurt even if it’s big or small!!

matthew patel my beloved <3333

[loudmariachibands]

tv wallace wells aka cuntiest (animated) man alive

[bluud-sugar]

no clue if i like how this turned out, ifeel unsatisfied with it, but maybe bc it took so long for me to finish it because of procrastination