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house-of-daena · 8 months

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Requesting for sub!dottore having his virginity taken in the akademiya by reader :3

Just imagining being his first,, he'd be so cute!!

obviously a virgin [dottore x amab.reader]

contents: no pronouns specified, dom reader/sub dottore, nsfw, akademiya zandik, slight exhibitionism, virgin taking, vanilla-ish, praise, dacryphilia, degradation, biting, blood, choking, overstimulation, (wc: 2.6k), tell me if i miss anything.

꒰ hi! thanks for being my first rq ❤️❤️ i do like me virgin taking ideas hehe, rqs r open btw n sorry this took too long :( ill be working on another dottie rq,, also holy shit thanks for 500??? i literally hit 400 a week ago... haha hi.. theres so many of you guys.. 😥😥(ty for all the support!)꒱

it's entertaining to mess with zandik, the cute boy who always gets paired with you for projects, since you're the only one who willingly sits beside him whenever you have class together.

you could definitely see why people are both intimidated and suspicious of him. you wanted to get to know your partner more, so you had asked him what he was writing in his notes all day long instead of listening to the professor, and just hearing him talk about his most recent research was enough to get the matra to do a thorough investigation in his flat.

you should've really backed away from zandik and refrained from interacting with him anymore aside from your projects, but the way his eyes turned from his usual bored and cold stare to turn into sparkling rubies when you said you wanted to learn more about his studies, the way his behavior slowly went from snobbish and irritated whenever you were around, to getting giddy at the idea of someone finally showing interest and understanding of his views and perspective while also trying to keep pretending that he's not growing fond of your company at all, has you completely hooked on zandik.

it was only a matter of time before you've managed to get zandik all wrapped around your fingers, all putty in your arms whenever you hold him, and finally able to call him yours.

before you asked him out, he was very... shy, for lack of a better term. whenever you think he feels flustered by something you say or do, he starts swearing at you and insulting you for no apparent reason. of course, you were taken aback at the sudden attitude, but he'd be all red in the face as he tried to hide away from you, a hand on his chest and muttering curses to himself under his breath.

and he proceeded to be a cutie even in a relationship. the boy can not express himself at all, and you can't blame him. he was used to being alone for the majority of his life, people casting him out, his own village even banished him, so you know he has never felt a lick of love ever since. zandik was just very lucky that you had the patience of a god despite his deranged self and rather less-than-humane ideas. he was aware enough to be grateful for your loving sincerity.

it's always so entertaining to see his face turn completely red, brows furrowed and lips curling into a terrifying scowl as he stumbles over his words, yelling at you for flustering him, making him feel loved.

really, it's not your fault that his reactions are so amusing. hugs, and kisses, he was slowly getting accustomed to. he was also getting bolder day by day, grabbing you by your forearms as he shyly pressed a kiss on your lips. he's so assertive, but at the same time, he's seconds away from punching you in the face because of your big dopey grin.

one day, you thought, "what if i take it a step further?". it was your own experiment to conduct, and you merely wanted his reactions as a result (or maybe even a green light to proceed...) and so, you began subtly touching him on his erogenous zones.

it started off innocent, your hands caressing the skin of his neck while you pull him into a deep kiss, tenderly squeezing him as you grab him by the waist, nipping on his earlobe and even going as far as lightly giving his ass a slap. and just as you expected, he'd immediately glare at you, sharp teeth exposing themselves as he glowers at you. of course, you don't miss the way his hands shaky slightly and how he becomes extra jittery when you get too close, your hot breath fanning into his ear.

then you took it even further when zandik never told you to stop.

in the middle of a class, you'd place your hand on his thigh. you'd pretend to be listening to your professor, writing down notes and humming to yourself as he shoots you a pointed look. yet he didn't move away from you, only letting out a small sigh as he melted when you absentmindedly circled your thumb on his skin, gently squeezing and kneading his thigh.

he didn't mind it at all... until you decided to slowly move your hand closer to his crotch, which made his breath hitch and close his legs, his nails digging into the book he was reading. but you keep your hand on on him, forcing your hand into his inner thigh to give it teasing squeezes. zandik almost gasped when your fingers slipped inside his shirt, featherlight touch grazing the smooth skin of his pelvis, ghosting over his quivering abdomen, then massaging onto the dip of his hips.

then you pulled your hand away, resting your chin onto your palm, and spun your pen in your other hand, ignoring zandik's looks of frustration with a big smirk tugging on your lips.

and this continued for weeks on end; pinning him against a wall in an empty hall and then making out with him so good his knees would buckle underneath him, only to leave him yearning for more when you remind him you've got classes to attend to—openly talking about very sexual topics that would make his jaw clench and narrow his eyes at you, his mind reeling from all the fantasies that you've been planting into his imagination—eyeing him so intently and making sure he sees you lick your lips, leading him to throw his book at your face.

you can easily tell it was driving him mad, for you to push and test his limits, only to fuck with him and pull away. his carnal desire only grew at your ridiculous behavior, and truthfully, zandik doesn't know what to do with himself. he's not a stranger to the warmth that pools in the pits of his stomach, but he has never done anything about it, and it got overwhelmingly intense when it came to you.

and frankly, he has had enough.

here you go again, trailing wet kisses all over his neck and collarbones, in a fucking library. zandik had to hold back screaming at you when you pinned him against one of the shelves and started making out with him. at least you had half the mind to do it somewhere more secluded.

your hands were inside his shirt, grazing his skin with your nails, fingertips ghosting over his hardened nipples. he couldn't help but whimper into the kiss, his knees growing weak as you press yours onto his crotch.

zandik really wanted to be the one in control so bad. he wanted you to be quivering beneath him, moaning his name and begging him for pleasure. but fuck, just by your touch, the warmth of your palms, how your lips leave his skin tingling and muttering sweet nothing's in his ear, he can't possibly fight against it. it was like all his previous thoughts have escaped his mind, and now he's reduced to some dumb, needy slut who can't get enough.

the ever so smart and arrogant zandik, now just a pathetic, quivering mess in your arms, desperate for more. it was obvious how his hips erratically moved against your knee, though sloppy and without a rhythm. it was obvious how his hands kept grabbing you; from your arms, shoulders, and wrapping his arms around your neck, he was restless. he squirmed and whined, nipping at your lips and refusing to let you pull away.

he was so fucking horny that he is not going to allow you to fuck with him again this time.

so, as soon as you leaned back, he grabbed your arms and yanked you back toward him. brows furrowed as his sharp, crimson eyes glower at you, his hands gripped you so hard, you were convinced it was bound to leave bruises. you tensed at his sudden actions, and your expression grew sheepish.

uh oh, you thought, guilt quickly overtaking you. immediately, you assumed that you've finally reached the limit of his patience, and now you're about to get it—especially with how angry he looked. but then he smashed his lips against yours, catching you off guard. you groaned against the kiss, teeth clashing against each other, the iron taste of your blood making you shiver.

zandik pulls away, licking his lips, "if you're gonna keep touching me like this—" he pants between breaths, growling and digging his nails into your arm, "then go through with it! i can't take it anymore!"

"oh," you say dumbly, blinking at him with wide eyes. zandik groaned at your response, his cheeks reddening as he grew flustered when your lips curled into a dark, mischievous grin. "oh my, in a library of all places?" you shook your head teasingly, pressing your body closer to his and making his breath hitch when he felt your lips against his ear. "how naughty you are."

zandik shuddered at your words, his arms now wrapped against your neck, biting his bottom lip to suppress any embarrassing noise that threatened to leave his throat. "y-you're the one who started it!" he whispered angrily in your ear, his face completely red, chuckling at the way he stumbled at his words.

that's how he ended up getting his virginity taken by you in a library. he didn't expect you to, but it seemed like you couldn't wait any longer either.

you tried to be gentle. really, you did! you love zandik to death that you wanted to take it easy on him on his first. but then he was complaining and rushing you, pleading for you to just put it in and that he could take it. you can't help but click your tongue, a bit annoyed, but still understanding. he was really needy, a bit cute, especially when you've embarrassed him.

"just put it in!" he bemoans, wriggling his hips impatiently whilst your fingers scissor his hole. you frown at him, shoving your fingers deeper, soliciting a silent moan from his lips, his heart pounding hard against his chest. "i have to stretch you out first, it'll be painful if i don't." then you tilt your head to the side, a curious glint in your eyes as you smile, "lest you want it to hurt?"

zandik scowls at your suggestion, but you can tell he is flustered by how you read his mind. your smile only widened, ideas forming in your mind as you curl your fingers into a certain spot, and he had to swallow down his screams and bury his head onto your neck.

"gods zandik," you chuckle, watching his shoulders shake at your condescending tone, "you're such a fucking whore."

you don't trust him to keep quiet for his first time. his sharp teeth bit onto the flesh of your hand, hissing at the pain the more his teeth sink into your skin. your blood mixed in with his drool that dribbled down his chin, muffling his whorish moans as you pound into him.

zandik clawed at the wooden shelves, books falling to the ground as he tried to desperately hold onto something, anything to make him feel even a bit of stability. it felt so fucking good, the way your cock stretched his insides, his walls convulsing to your girth as you push deeper into his hole. he could feel it pulsating inside of him, so warm and big, easily stuffed as you bury even deeper into him. he regrets that he didn't let you fuck him sooner, easily growing addicted to your cock.

beads of his precum dripped onto the floor, creating a pathetic puddle of his arousal. his poor neglected cock, red and throbbing, bobbing in the air and flicking bits of his juices everywhere at each thrust, making a mess onto the books on the shelves. he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to, he doesn't understand why his cock is leaking so much, twitching and practically begging to be touched by you. too bad you're ignoring it.

you had to hook your arms under his, unable to stand on his own with how good you were fucking him. his legs could barely function, trembling and weak whenever your cockhead harshly hits his prostate.

he keens at the burning pleasure that's spreading all over his body and all the way down to his toes. it was better than he could ever imagine, your cock was so big, and he never wants you to stop—all he could let out were mantras of fuck's and faster! and harder! and don't stop! he almost forgot that he was inside a library.

you feel him tighten when you wrap your hand around his throat, squeezing his neck. he choked on his own spit as he grew lightheaded, the smell and taste of your blood sending shivers down his spine, the corners of his eyes darkening as he's gasping for breath in between his moans. he squirmed against you, throwing his head back as he raked his nails onto your arms and leaving bright red scratches, but you only groaned at the pain and slammed your hips against his ass, your cock abusing his poor prostate.

zandik couldn't take it. it was too much! he cums, hard.

ropes of his thick cum flung onto books and onto the floor, his eyes rolled back as his body shook. your hand remained wrapped on his throat and your thrusts slowed to let him ride his high, whimpering as tears rolled down his cheeks. his head was in the clouds, screaming your name against your hand as his body quivered.

his head laid against your shoulder, so fucked out that his mind was completely blank. he wanted to scold you for driving him mad for weeks, for fucking him and taking his virginity in a library, of all places! but most important, he wanted you to bend him over his desk and fuck him harder. to use him, keep fucking him to your heart's content, as long as you're burying your cock that he loves so much into his hole.

then, you start moving again, your thrusts now held more vigor than before. zandik arches his back, his body trembling, sensitive from his previous orgasm. he looks at you with wide eyes, his teeth biting onto your hand once more. he's afraid he might scream at the top of his lungs if he doesn't bite on your hand.

he wanted to tell you to stop, that it's too much for him to handle, but the burn, the pain, it felt too good. the way his dick drooled when you started fucking him again had his head spinning. it stings, and his cock was still painfully throbbing from how neglected it was. it's not like he can say anything coherent anyway, you have your hand preventing him from pleading for mercy.

"don't forget about me, love." you purr into his ear, squeezing his neck and choking him, watching his tears clump his lashes together as he claws at your arms for oxygen. you grin at the pathetic display, struggling to breathe even if you've let him go. you don't stop, forcing his body to bend to your will, using him until you've had your fill. or at least, he's finally lost his mind to the pleasure. "you're gonna let me cum, right? fill you up until you're full?" you're not sure if he could even understand your words at this point, but zandik nods, like a good, obedient slut.

oh, you are going to have so much fun with him.

#» asmo's writings #» dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #sub dottore #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #sorry if it got a bit boring i kinda rushed to finish this #it was a spur in the moment type of 'finishing' it hijskaddas #i opened my drafts and went 'hm ill force myself tofinish it'

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thebeingmerf · 2 months

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Goggles/Professor Red [SL/RQ]

#favremysabre #art #favremysabre art #steve legends #rainbow quest #red Steve #steve saga #headcannons #headcannon design #professor red #goggles Steve legends

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chocodollxren · 2 years

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May i rq a drabble for jack with the prompt “bend down, i wanna kiss you!”? Idk if i did this right, so if i didnt just let me know 😅

-> 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨 ,, 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙥 ,, 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩” ! ꒱·˚ ,, #O5.25.22🍵 ˖˚˳⊹ 'ּ໋݊◵

prompt: 18. “bend down, i wanna kiss you!” + Jack Howl.

no tws, gn!reader, established relationship. reader under 192cm.

looking at the clock for the umpteenth time that period you quickly closed your textbook and put it away, thrilled that the class was almost over. the clock was ticking tantalizingly slow, it felt as though you’d be stuck in there for eternity. the only things you could hear were the ticking of the clock, not your classmates nor the professor. as soon as it struck the very last tick, you picked up your bag and immediately rushed out the door in a hurry, you had somewhere you wanted to be as soon as humanly possible.

you knew he’d wait for you, or he’d even want to pick you up, but you were much too excited to sit still. it was finally Friday and all your classes were done for the day, even the weather was perfect. this time, absolutely nothing would stop you from going on your date with Jack. the two of you were meant to go on a date last week, but much to both your dismay, the weather ended up being horrible for nearly five days, completely ruining your weekend plans.

the week before that, you’d gotten caught up in Crowley’s plans and were forced to stay and help him rather than go on a date with him, and the week before that he had extra track practice for a sport event that happened against RSA. you’d had enough of waiting and people bothering you. today you were both going on a date, no more excuses from anyone. even if the universe was going to do it’s best to stop it, you were not going down easily.

as you arrived at the door to class b, you instantly spot your boyfriend. he was unmistakable amongst the crowd of students with his large stature and bright white ears which twitched in happiness as he spotted you approaching you. “Jack!” you happily called out, wrapping your arms around his waist, smiling up at him.

you could see his tail wagging out of the corner of your eyes as he coughed and blushed, reciprocating your actions and giving you a small hug back before releasing, letting the other students leave the classroom. “Are you ready?” he asked. no matter how many dates you’ve been on, he’d always look flustered whenever you’d go on one, another reason to love him, his adorable reactions.

nodding enthusiastically, you make your way to your dorms, making sure to drop off your bags first and change your clothes. although it was really something about ten minutes, to you it felt like eternity as you couldn’t wait to begin. he always looked good in his regular clothes, but each time you saw him dress casually it really sent butterflies into your stomach, you both really were a couple.

“do i look alright?” Jack asked as he noticed you staring at him. shaking your head frantically, you reassure him you thought he looked great, you were just admiring him. as soon as the words left your mouth, you could feel your face heat up hard, as red as his own, and wished you phrase it differently. “thanks,” he awkwardly responded, once again holding your hand in his warmer one. “you look great too.”

you wanted to explode from his awkwardness and cuteness, you had landed such an adorable partner. although he wasn’t the best with expressing himself, you loved it. even the littlest compliments meant the whole world to you, he rarely gave them out or rather understood how to give them out to others that even the effort behind it made you giddy.

“i heard this place has relatively good tea, they’re running a special with their desserts, too, since they’re newly opened!” you both made casual conversation on your way there. it didn’t feel forced as the both of you talked about the good responses you’ve heard online and from classmates, until the subject changed into how both your days were, into playful banter between the two of you.

as the two of you placed your orders, you talked about cacti and Jack told you about the time he was coerced into working in the lounge for throwing away Jade’s mushrooms, making you laugh. although you two spent a lot of time together, each date it felt like you knew more and more about him, just as he learned more about you.

as your lunch came and finished, the two of you picked up some dessert to go. Jack picked up an ice cream fruit bowl, and you a delicious crepe with whipped cream. the two of you wandered around aimlessly, nowhere in mind to go to, just enjoying the evening in each other’s company. as Jack finished his dessert quickly, you turn to him with a smile. “would you like to try a bite of mine?” you asked as he nodded, too embarrassed to say anything or reject your offer.

he didn’t seem to mind you offering him the area you bit off of, but was still slightly shy about doing couple things with you. picking the crepe wrapper from your hand, he brought it to his lips and took a small bite, trying not to eat the rest of your crepe within a single bite. you wanted to shake your head from him not getting your obvious hint. you’d been staring at him the whole time and even offered your own dessert. you were hoping he’d of bent over and kiss you, making the first move. you supposed you would have to do all the work, then.

as he gave you back the dessert, you smiled, tugging at his shirt, “bend down, i wanna kiss you!” you declared boldly, not being on a date in three weeks clearly affecting you. he nearly froze as his brain begun processing what you said, but abided by your request, leaning down a bit as you wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head to the side and giving him a sweet kiss, one you’ve been wanting to give him all day.

his lips were cold but you paid no mind as you gave him a chaste kiss, pulling away and wiping a smidge of whipped cream by the corner of his lips, licking it and going back to eating your crepe. as the two of you said nothing and continued walking, the two of you had furious blushes adorning your faces. you could not believe you were that bold and pulled it off, and he could not believe you just did that in public, not that he hated it.

you were unsure what to say, but after his wagging tail brushed against you on accident, you squeezed his hand and leaned closer against him. “i’m really happy you’re the one i fell in love with.”

✎ ˎˊ- "chocodollxren" [choco - doll - rhen] ˖˚˳⊹ 'ּ໋݊◵ dn repost.

thank you for ordering! <33 you did it right! i’m really happy to say i’ve reached about 15-ish orders so far! thank you to everyone participating/supporting my event! i ended up sleeping almost the entire day, but now i’m much more refreshed. i kinda like this event aesthetic? it’s kinda cute! i normally use darker colors but yellow is nice. ((:

#twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst drabble #twisted wonderland drabble #twst wonderland drabble #twisted wonderland jack #twst jack howl #jack howl x reader #＃—;❝ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢 + 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴 [🍵] ❞#＃—; ❝ 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱 [🍵] ❞

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illusion-reality-steve · 2 years

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Rewatching the Blue Steve Saga in 2022: Reaction post

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtjzVstj3DQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtAhnD6m6IA

I’m only watching the first two episodes. I need to get back to writing RRFF and watching RQ after this, lol.

Guardian: Welcome to the Spirit World! I know this looks like the regular world, but not everything appears as it seems. The Spirit World only looks like this because you want it to look like the regular world.

*SPIT TAKE*

WOAH.

The Spirit World is a figment of the imagination! It takes the form of the setting you desire the most!

No wonder Illusion Steve wanted to take over the Spirit World. The Spirit World is basically an illusion that doesn’t need manual maintenance! It would have been perfect for his plan.

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Blue Steve doesn’t feel at peace. I wonder what’s the biggest source of his distress. The fact that he doesn’t have Rainbow by his side, or the fact that he feels like he hasn’t done enough to help Rainbow?

Honestly, Blue Steve is a mood when you struggle to separate your work from your self-worth, rip.

***

I wonder why the Guardian doesn’t mention that Blue Steve can hang out with his other deceased friends (like the Elders he looks up to) in the Spirit World. If the reason is because Blue Steve never had friends and Rainbow is his only friend, I am going to be sad.

Lol, imagine if Guardian went like, “look, you have friends here *introduces Professor Red*” Blue Steve would go like, “this isn’t heaven. this is hell if you’re suggesting I hang out with him.”

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Guardian: I sense a great power in you, Blue Steve. I think you might be even stronger than the Elders.

Alright...I’m going to go on a tangent here because I have a theory. A theory that will never become proven, but this theory can be used for an interesting AU. Here me out.

First of all, when does the Blue Steve Saga take place in the timeline?

Based on the evidence so far, I’m assuming that the series takes place right after Blue Steve passes on and gets absorbed by Rainbow in SSO.

But here’s my little theory: what if the series doesn’t actually take place between SSO and Sabre’s Steve Saga?

I was remembering how Rainbow Steve lost all his powers sometime before the Elemental arc, which means he also lost the energy/power that Blue Steve gave him.

Blue Steve lived on through Rainbow Steve as a source of power. So what if when Rainbow Steve lost his powers, that was when Blue Steve finally arrived in the Spirit World, released from Rainbow Steve? If that’s the case, then Blue Steve Saga actually takes place simultaneously during the Elemental and Time Steve arc, not before Sabre’s Steve Saga!

This means that Blue Steve arrived in the Spirit World several generations after his demise. Remember what Hypno said to Rainbow in SSO? Rainbow had to sleep to gain the full potential of his powers, especially his control over the water element. What if that multi-generational hibernation also allowed Blue Steve to reharness his power inside Rainbow? Since Blue Steve didn’t fully pass on yet, his power was able to grow for several generations. That would explain why Guardian sensed he was stronger than an Elder.

Blue Steve Saga taking place during the Elemental arc might explain the Demon Steves. Space and time were having issues during the Elemental arc, so maybe the Demon Steves arriving in the Spirit World is just one example of the space problems.

And remember that Light Steve was somehow in the Blue Steve Saga? Well, if Blue Steve Saga takes place during the Elemental arc, then now there is a reason for Light Steve to be in the Spirit World: he was killed during the Rainbow Town arc. I’ll admit that I don’t really understand how Light Steve works, so I don’t believe “him already being dead in the timeline” is a great explanation for his appearance in the Blue Steve Saga. But I guess with the space and time problems happening in the Elemental arc, that would handwave why Light Steve is in the Spirit World?

I really liked rambling about this wild theory and potential AU idea. I wanted to share it to you guys. I hoped you enjoyed this little reaction post!

#steve saga #blue steve #tss!blue steve #reaction #steve saga origins #steve saga au

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codajaiden · 4 months

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Hey there! Just drop whatever headcanons you have for M please and thank. I love him very much!! /nf

OKAY- I basically already know you're talking about RQ!M because who else doesn't love him heehwhhewhd

Anyways, there isn't a lot if HCs that I have in store for him but I can share what I have

• He picks up wanting to explore the world after reading what was left of the books from the previous kingdom about the history of the world. (He may or may not have read Colle's journal from Professor Red's laboratory).

• If Sabre was with him, both of them would really just cause a lot of trouble (mainly Sabre)

• ^ Also they both would act like toddlers messing up if they get caught by the Red Leader (feels like they'd prolly be in trouble for being awake past their bed time lmao)

• Maybe not a fan of owning a pet because of the responsibility, but he does prefer cats.

• M would remind Professor of Colle sometimes because of how similar they act when he was young.

• While being half good at stealth, he would sometimes startle everyone he greets, Leaders, Light, and sometimes his people if he was visiting a site.

AND THAT'S IT! Not a lot but hey they're headcanons so yeah!! Hope you like them :)))

#favremysabre #rainbow quest #M headcanons #this red boy is underrated btw he deserves much more

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reponute · 6 months

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soo uhh, just wanna show this off btw

#rainbow quest #favremysabre #rq!professor red #rq!sabre #rq!rainbow steve #rq!crystal orange steve #gacha life 2

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incorrectstevesagaquotes · 1 year

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Sharp: I have a plan. We use mankind's greatest weapon.

Goggles: A grenade.

Sharp: The written word.

Goggles: Ugh, I'm out.

#steve legends #sharp #goggles #steve legends sharp #steve legends goggles #professor red #rq!professor red #professor red steve #rq!red steve #incorrect quotes #incorrect steve legends quotes #source: brooklyn nine nine #violence tw

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mariii-the-shapeshifter · 3 years

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Clipped this for myself, but I suppose Tumblr deserves to see this too.

My comfort character came in the mail today :)

#marii's just talking #mcyt #favremysabre #rainbow quest #sabre #rq!sabre #professor red #rq!professor red #red apprentice #m #rq!m #time steve #rq!time steve #hypno steve #rq!hypno steve

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strawberry1bread1fox · 2 years

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Professor red as a dragon

#rq!professor red #favremysabre #rainbow quest

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mrsmaybank · 3 years

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My Little Sun - Reid x Reader

“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.” “So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.

CONTENT WARNINGS: AGE GAP, VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, PREGNANCY, STALKING, LANGUAGE probably the misuse of a Russian word IF THERES MORE LMK

A/N: Okay, let me be honest rq this idea lowk scared me but the words really just fell out of my brain really easily so, yk fuck it whatever. ANYWAY, if you like, please let me know!

pt 2, pt 3 “I love you Spencer.” The words immediately melted me.

“I know so many things.” She gave me an unapproving look.

“I don’t mean to sound cocky, but I do! Now for once in your life, listen to me.” She nodded her head in concession.

“I’ve just read more, I’ve written more, I’ve discovered and studied more than the average person. I could tell you a little bit about anything with one hundred percent certainty. I could--and want--to tell you the names of all the stars, I could recite verbatim the entirety of Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus or Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, which you know, speaking of I will ‘cause I still can’t believe you haven’t read it,” Her smile flattened into a straight line, and I laughed. “Orrr, I could also tell you something simple, like why we get the hiccups.” I shook my head.

“Regardless, I know so many things and I’m rarely taken by surprise because of it. Everything in life is a pattern of change, and as a human, we will always adjust and adapt to whatever situation we are in. For better or worse, we don’t feel the same thing for very long. This is why an addict takes a couple more every time, a sadist hits his second victim harder than the first, they’re searching for the high of the first time, and it will never come.”

She nodded in understanding,

“I know this is true, it’s factual, and yet every time I look at you it feels like the first. You’ve broken the laws of human psychology.”

“First time you saw me was at a gas station Spencer.”

“No. The first time I looked at you after I knew I loved you.”

“Where were we?”

“My car. You were dancing. You looked ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously sexy? You mean?” She smiled.

“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.”

“So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.

“It did indeed. You’ve become my solnyshko moyo.”

“Tell me that’s Russian dirty talk.” She said with a grin.

“It’s better. It’s a term of endearment you’ve become the epitome of.”

“And what’s that Dr. Reid?” she giggled.

“My little sun. You’ve become my little sun. Following me around and bringing light and warmth.” She snuggled herself impossibly closer into my chest, wrapping one of her legs over mine.

“Except for your feet!” I shrieked at her freezing toes meeting mine.

“They’re not that cold you big baby!” she shouted.

I laughed and kissed her sweetly, “I am not the baby here.” I said.

“Please,” she started until I interrupted her with a kiss, “If you’re not the baby,” I kissed her again, “That implies I’M the baby,” Kiss, “And I’m not a” Kiss.

“Shush baby.” I told her, but like always, she didn’t listen, instead sitting up to straddle me. My appreciation for her beauty was like how a prisoner appreciates freedom, and yet it was miniscule into what I found in her character. It blew my mind that a girl so perfect existed.

“Rarely do great virtue and beauty dwell together. Francesco Petrarch.” I started, my hands making their way onto her hips, “That makes you a rarity.”

“You’re spoiling me with nice words today Spencer.” “You’ve spoiled me. My frontal lobe is spoiled milk.” She laughed, wondering how I was going to manage to make this one romantic.

“That’s the part of the brain responsible for sensibility and logical thinking, and you, little girl, have positively ruined it. You make me stupid.”

“I ruined the genius Dr. Reid with the 187 IQ? Makes sense. I’m like, way smarter.”

“You are. So, so much smarter.”

“I want that in writing.” she poked my chest.

I pulled her down and kissed her forehead to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance.”

She pushed herself away and rolled her eyes at me like a bratty child does her nanny, and I continued, “ You’re smarter, but I’m more educated. I have more doctorates than you have years in university.”

“Whatever…”

I brushed the hair away from her perfect face, “You tired baby?”

She sighed and laid down, splaying herself on my chest, laying on me like I was the duvet. “Very.”

I held her impossibly close, breathing in her scent and counting every time her heart thumped, her bpm said she was relaxed. Oh god, I wanted her like this forever. Relaxed in my arms, where nothing could touch us but each other.

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“Must you work?” I sent the message to Spencer as I rolled over to his side of the bed in anticipation. I breathed in heavy, liking the way the pillow smelled like his laundry.

“Unfortunately.” he responded. “Think you’ll be home this weekend?”

“It’s not looking like it, little one. I’m sorry.”

I didn’t reply. I was too sad to reply. I knew it’d make him feel guilty, which I didn’t want to do, cause like, his job and saving people and shit is important. But, it still wasn’t fair! At all. There was something very important I had to tell him.

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Total darkness, and then way too much light. My head hurt and I couldn’t move. I was handcuffed to a wooden chair. There were chains around my torso and ankles. The room was a medical sort of bright. It smelled like bleach and rotting fruit. The walls were dilapidated, seeming to be made of tiles that were once white, but have turned yellow.

What the FUCK?

“Hello!” I shouted. My voice was so coarse it hurt. Shit. My head pulsed so badly it practically hurt to think, but I still racked my brain.

Where am I?

How’d I get here?

Why am I here?

I woke up again. Fuck, why can’t I think? Why can’t I do anything?

“Hey, y/n.” A woman’s voice. A very stoic, cold, sounding female voice.

I’m not alone. Thank god, oh my god, I’m not alone.

With the little strength I had, I lifted my head to see her. She wasn’t what I thought. She was alright, she wasn’t tied. She did this to me?

She took a sip from her silver flask, “Do you know who I am?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Typical.” She stood up and grabbed me by the hair, “You fucking disgust me.” Like, she said, she threw my hair away like it disgusted her.

She sat back down on the bench in front of the chair I was chained to, “My name is Brook Austen. I was a professor at Georgetown last year. Taught a couple seminars at your school, that little university you go to, the students there were nothing like mine. Not nearly as intelligent, but as expected, Georgetown is much more prestigious, obviously.”

I was confused, and she knew, but did not care.

“You’re not the brightest, y/n. Only slightly above average high school grades, strikingly mediocre academic performance now.”

Where the hell is she going with this?

“And you know it doesn’t surprise me, per say, because every man on this goddamn planet is a piece of fucking shit! But I thought that, maybe, just maybe, Spencer was different.”

She grimaced, “I thought he’d want more than just a pretty face! ‘Cause you might be prettier y/n, but I’m smarter.” Her words were laced with utter hatred.

Her demeanor changed, and it almost started to seem like she was talking to herself. “I'm older. I’m more successful. I’m fucking better.”

She approached me again, grabbing my face so I was looking her in those scarily light green eyes, and she wrapped her hands around my throat. “I’m fucking better then you! Better, better, better!” Every time she said better she shook my neck and gripped tighter so I couldn’t breathe.

“Stop! Please! Please stop!” I shouted, “I’m-I’m pregnant!”

She began to break down, “You’re pregnant?” A maniacal chuckle left her throat, “You’re pregnant?”

“Is it Spencer’s?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Wow.” She laughed once more, “Fucking wow.”

“How could Spencer choose this!? You’re nothing like him. You are a pathetic fucking college student. A fucking daddy issue ridden slut! I’m a celebrated academic, just like him!” Tears began to slip from her eyes, “How could he not choose me?”

This woman is NOT well in the head.

“You--you like Spencer?” I asked.

“You don’t get to ask the fuckin’ questions here.” She pulled a knife out of her pocket and held it to the tip of my chin, “I do. So you’re gonna answer them.” Or, she started manically laughing, “I’ll kill you.” She swallowed, “And your baby.”

I screamed at those words, “No,” I sobbed, “NO!”

I turned my head away so I didn’t have to look at the woman in front of me, there was a timed red dot blinking. A camera.

“Is that-- is that a camera?”

She nodded, “I want Spencer to see you and his child die.”

“He….No! No, please, No!” I choked on a sob and she smiled.

“He doesn’t know.” She paced, “He doesn’t even fucking know!”

She waltzed over to the camera and brought it closer to us, “Hey Spencer.” She began waving, “Hey Penelope. Aaron. Derek. Jennifer. Emily.”

Her demeanor changed once more, into that of a cheerleader of all things, “So, quick recap.” Brook pursed her lips, “Spencer your twenty three year old fucktoy is pregnant. Congrats!”

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Y/N was two things I didn’t know she was this morning: In serious danger, and the mother of my expected child. I felt frozen in trepidation.

We all watched in horror as Brook greeted us. All by first name. She knew exactly what she was doing and it freaked me out even more.

“Reid, you need to step out.” Hotch grabbed my shoulder, “Now.”

I was sick with fear and ill with rage. I sat down because I could feel my knees go weak. Hotch started again, “We know who she is. We will find her. Y/N will be alright.” He paused, “So will the baby.”

I replayed the events of the live footage in my head, her screams of pain and terror, her trembles and confusion. I’d failed her. I’d failed her and now I knew I’d also failed our child.

JJ sat down next to me, “Spencer, when did you meet Brook?”

“I uh,” I wiped my face, “A year and four months ago. I did uh, I taught uh, I taught a string of seminars at Georgetown. It was biweekly. Her office was next to mine. We spoke for the first time when she offered me a coffee.”

“What did you say?”

“What do you think I said?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I said yeah, I fucking like coffee.” I felt instantaneously guilty for cursing, and especially at JJ but I was too frazzled for it to last long enough to apologize.

“I know Spence, I’m sorry. Just keep going.”

“Then, the next week, we got lunch together.”

“Was it, you know, friendly?”

“What are you implying Jennifer?” I snapped.

“No Spence, we just need to know. You know that.”

“It was-- it was just lunch. A very normal colleague to colleague lunch. We talked about the school’s history. And uh, where we grew up. It was small talk.”

“Ok, was this the last time you spoke to her?”

“No. There was one more time. Y/N was there.”

“Tell me about it Spence.” She grabbed my hand,

I breathed out, “It was the next week I taught after lunch. About two hours before my class. I was lesson planning, and Y/N was doing homework on my desk. She came in. She asked if I wanted to go get lunch. She saw y/n and--Fuck.”

“What Spence? What?”

“She asked me who she was, but it was like, she didn’t want y/n to know she was asking. She thought she was…”

“She thought she was what?”

“A student.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“The truth. That she was my girlfriend.”

“Did you see her anywhere else after that?”

“No. She never came by my office again. When I would see her by chance, she would scurry away. It was strange.”

“Think really hard Spence. Did you ever see her again after you stopped teaching at Georgetown.”

I racked my brain, “Yeah. I did. It was two months ago. Three days after I proposed to y/n. She was getting a coffee at this coffee shop by y/n’s school.. I was bringing her some lunch”

“Spencer she's been stalking you. Your proposal was the stressor.”

“But--I’m a profiler. I would’ve noticed.” I stood up with a realization. “What Spence?” JJ asked, standing up as well to look at me.

“She’s been stalking her, not me. She knew I was a part of the BAU, she knew I would’ve noticed.”

“I’ll tell the team.”

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A/N2: If this doesn’t totally flop, I’ll write PT 2, that elaborates on the reader’s and Spencer’s relationship. I think through flashbacks from both Y/N and Spencer would be a cool way to explore their relationship and of course the whole reader being kidnapped thing plot could develop. Again, if you enjoyed this pls let me know!!

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Guardian Angel Initiative (The Falcon x BH6)

When Staff Sergeant Sam Wilson, a special operations pararescueman of the 129th Rescue Squadron, takes part in a medical evacuation mission of a charter ship out in the San Fransokyo bay’s stormy waters, he is assisted by the local superheroes colloquially referred to as “Red Panda” and “Captain Cutie.”

During the rescue, Sam, Hiro and Baymax work seamlessly together to evacuate the ship. Impressed by the young boy and his robot’s flight capabilities, SSgt Wilson advocates for his command to research into developing their own flight systems for each individual operator.

Air Force Special Operations Command agrees to this and develops a competition among the country’s leading robotics companies and universities. And SFIT became a natural fit for the competition. But when Professor Granville learns of the inspiration behind it, she immediately has her robotics prodigy (and secret superhero) participate. Naturally, Hiro’s entry into the program immediately gains AFSOC’s attention.

With Sam, himself, becoming a lead advisor as an end user to the “EXO-7 Prototype Program,” it ultimately leads to Sam Wilson meeting the young boy genius who inadvertently inspired him in the first place...

So, “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier” is already panning out to be one of my favorite shows. And it inspired me to consider this crossover. Originally, I didn’t want to put any Avengers in my stories as I feel their presence would eclipse the team’s... However, this doesn’t preclude the idea that Hiro could play a role in one of their origin stories in my version of the Marvel universe. And I absolutely loved this concept as it holds special meaning to me by tying in my own concepts of a hero and my own life experiences. I loved Sam Wilson in the MCU right away because he’s a hero long before he’s an Avenger. He’s a pararescueman, whose sole focus is being a combat search and rescue special operations medic. One of my own mentors in the military was a PJ himself and it was a route I had pursued for a greater part of my life (was unable to for personal reasons). I hold them with the utmost respect. (In my version, he’s a member of the 129th RQS, a real-life rescue squadron in the SF Bay Area credited with over a thousand rescues.) And then Sam worked at the VA and connects with Captain America over some very real points about a warrior’s mental health. Again, he’s a hero before he goes full Avenger. I’m very happy that Sam Wilson is getting his due with this new series and well... perhaps I’ll make a BH6 AU version for him as well.

#big hero 6 the series #big hero 6 #hiro hamada #fanart #bh6 #the Falcon and the winter soldier #Sam Wilson #The Falcon

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RED SCHOOL UNIVERSE ALTERATION HEADCANONS/STORY!!!!!! Mainly based on that series titles and plots post I did a little while back.

This story happensthe same as before, but there are three arcs, not two parts; Arc 1 is the two worlds dicscovering each other and each wondering who the other is. Arc 2 is the worlds meeting each other and making introductions and first impressions. Arc 3 is the "Peace and Cooperation" between the two, which includes the Unity Ball.

The Endless Woods were still discovered by Silvers, but it was completely on accident. They were trying to go to Piedmont or any other Nortan ally because the Scarlet Guard situation is getting a little crazy and Tiberias needs needs reinforcements who are not having the same problem as him.

In their defense, it was really dark and they couldn't see a damn thing. And they thought the trees and grass being blue were because of Greenies.

One of them, a Swift, ran away when his travel partner, an Eye, got shot by a stray arrow and when a wolf jumped out of the trees. Like, a BIG ASS WOLF.

Little did the Swift know, a ferret snuck onto the boat while getting chased by an evil mist possessed hawk.

So the Eye gets patched up by Professor Espada, who scolded Chaddick, he is interviewed by Espada and Dovey, though they all talk in the School Master's office.

THE REVEAL OF RHIAN WILL COME, JUST WAIT BECAUSE IT WILL BE AWESOME!!!

The Eye explains as much of Norta as he can, mistakenly talking about the King and his two sons to a certain blonde girl who keeps thinking she's in the wrong school and her more realist, down to Earth friend that is intrigued, but just wants to go home.

SPEAKING OF NORTA!!!!

With the Swift, he arrives back at Norta and claimed he'd been chased away by soldiers.

The ferret slips away from the boat and finds its way into the garage, where Cal happens to be working, because he overworked himself in training.

It gets his attention and he very stupidly asks it how it got in.

It starts chattering and then claws at the door. Ever the compassionate, Cal lets it on his shoulder and he meets an Animos who takes notice of the rather articulate rodent on the prince's shoulder.

She does her own interviewing of the creature and is curious when it talks about a school meant for teaching children how to be heroes and villains for fairytales.

She infirms Cal, but tells him to not tell his father because it'd sound stupid and like bullshit.

He tells him anyway because Cal cannot keep a secret.

Tibe tells him that maybe he's been training too hard or in the garage to much; oil or gasoline on the brain.

Good thing the Eye comes back and tells Tibe EVERYTHING about what is called the School for Good and Evil. It is across the sea and has no Reds or Silvers to speak of, though they do have magic.

Tibe tries brushing it off, even when Elara asks him about it, but starts getting frustrated when letters start coming in, all sent by ravens.

These address Maven, Cal, Tibe, Elara, Evangeline, Ptolemus, and Volo Samos, and just about anyone and everyone else the Eye talked about, Even Mare, who is Mareena Titanos at this moment.

This was not only an assignment from the School Master directly, but a test to see if the Eye was BS-ing.

Maven rolls his eyes when he reads his.

Mare, at first, got really excited because she thought it was her family or Shade, but was really sad to learn it was just a bunch of kids in school.

Cal just laughs because he gets a lot of questions about what Norta is like and how he lives life, especially how HE goes to school.

He writes back, after realizing that the letters are being sent by literal 16 year olds.

Here is a letter sent by Tedros:

"Dear Tiberias Calore VII, We found one of your people in our school when my friend accidentally shot him.(sorry about that, by the way!) He talked a lot about you and a thing called "Queenstrial" and said that every King had to choose his Queen like that, even though your father didn't. His blood was silver, too. LIKE A MIRROR! Is that how all of you are? As in, does everyone have silver blood? And does everyone still have powers? Write back when you get a chance. I hope to here from you soon, Tedros Pendragon of Camelot."

Here is Cal's reply:

"Dear Tedros, Call me Cal, just about everyone else does. And don't worry about our comrade, he's doing okay. And I hope he didn't say anything confidential. To answer your questions: Yes, Queenstrial is somewhat a competition to marry the next King. My father didn't really partake in one until after I was born, then he married the current Queen and had my brother Maven. Kings rarely marry without one, though my father was the third to do so. Assuming what he said to us was true, that being you and your classmates all have red blood, then no. Not all us have silver blood. I and my family are all Silvers, meaning we have silver blood. We have powers because of it, but it's not as vast as yours, what you call magic. I'm a Burner, meaning I can control fire and not get burned by it, just like my father and brother. My mother, the queen, is a Whisper, meaning she can read minds. And no, not everyone has powers or silver blood. Reds, people with red blood, don't have powers at all, so they work. Granted, Silvers work, too, but Reds have more labor intensive jobs like lumbering and even fighting in an army. It's to make them feel more useful next to us. I hope this answered ypu questions. Tiberias Calore VII"

Here are letters Sophie sent to Maven:

"Dear Maven Calore, It's very nice to meet you! My name is Sophie. I'm from a village called Gavaldon, though you might not have heard of it because it's really deep in the woods and, let's be honest, if you live in a place like Gavaldon, you can probably live and die without anyone knowing who or where you are. Anyway, I tried writing to your brother, but I guess he gets THAT many letters. That guy they found didn't talk about you as much as your brother. And he said he'll be best king yet. I know how frustrating that is, I got put in the wrong school when I helped so many people and even became best friends with a witch. AND SOMEHOW I'M IN EVIL!? I'M THE PICTURE PERFECT DEFINITION OF A PRINCESS!!! Did that ever happen to you on school? Were ypu ever in the wrong place and your brother was where you were supposed to be? Anyway, write back when you get a chance! Love, Sophie P.S. Is it true you and your brother are ALREADY engaged to someone?"

Here is Maven's reply:

"Dear Sophie, Yes. My brother and I are already betrothed, him to Evangeline of House Samos and I to Mareena of the lost House Titanos. I'm not surprised that he didn't; the nobles usually pay more attention to my brother anyway, kind of like you. I remember once I'd wanted to join my father on a meeting concerning one of our legions. He chose Cal to join him instead and left me to train, even though I'm better at talking in council meetings. I was fairly upset, as I'm sure you are, but all I can say is to grin and bear it. As far as I know, most schools last four years. It may seem like a long time, but it will go by very quickly. Aside from that, I wouldn't know because I wasn't taught in a school like you. I was taught in the palace with my brother. I hope things get better for you, at least. Cordially, Maven Calore"

If this was a legit book or movie, we'd get back and forth POVs between the Red Queen cast and the SGE cast.

With the RQ cast, we'd see Mare and Maven talk the letters they'd each gotten and talk about the existence of magic, and the last letter sent to all three of them. FROM AGATHA. Cal joins them and they get to speculating what it could mean for their future.

"Dear Tiberias Calore VII, Maven Calore, and Mareena Titanos, This is the last letter we're allowed to send. The students, at least. Mareena, or Mare, or whatever your name is, I wish I had a chance to meet you at least once. I don't know, I just have a feeling you're lying and I want to know why. Tiberia Cal, I hope you someday become a good king, and that you're happy with Evangeline. If not, just get along and be freinds. Maven, I'm glad you and Mare met. She sounds like she's a good part of your life, and it sounds like your doing everything you can to help her adapt. I hope you two become your own little weird, married family. If I never meet you, best of wishes to you all. Agatha of Woods Beyond"

All three are bummed out by this and Mare cries into Maven's shoulder as he hugs her out of genuineness, not his mother's plan.

Maven later admits to Cal that it would be interesting to meet the students, but is glad he isn't, because they already have enough problems.

Cal agrees, but solely on the front that they wouldn't really know how to get there and back to Norta, and who qould have to stay behind to hold down the fort, as Tibe doesn't trust Elara or any other high house leader and doesn't talk to Julian.

The two simply imagine what such a meeting would be like as they part ways.

With Tibe, a letter from the School Master himself has just arrived and details a safe route from Norta to the School and back.

SWITCH AND BACK TRACK TO THE SGE CAST!!!!!

Sophie hugs the return letters from Cal and Maven, squealing about how gentlemanly they are and that she can't wait to meet them. Agatha gently breaks it to her that that might not happen because of how they don't know where this Norta place is and the last letter was sent last night, HER LETTER. Sophie waves her off and calls her gloomy for not having any hope. Agatha tries talking Sophie into trying to find a way back to Gavaldon instead, but Sophie shuts her down by gasping that she'd never meet her princes, then.

Norta is a hot topic for the students as they all compare letters, Evers and Nevers.

Tedros wonders to Agatha how long it would take for them to arrive, and Agatha admits she doesn't know because she doesn't know how they get from place to place without horses or carriages.

Dovey and Lesso are about to pull their hair out from the nonstop chitchat of Norta, Reds, and Silvers, and the School Master has just the solution:

After enough ravens left and returned safely, he determined a route on water that would help the Silvers arrive safely and get back home. Considering the advances in technology Norta has, it should take them about a day or two to arrive and another day or two to sail home, regardless of the weather conditions.

With that all thought out, he puts it in the form of him own letter, sends it by eagle, and waits.

After A MONTH of waiting, he gets a letter back that Tiberias will be happy to meet the School Master at the rendezvous point.

AND THUS CONCLUDES ARC 1

BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR ARC 2!!!!

#red queen #school for good and evil #red school #universe alteration #cal calore #sge tedros #mare barrow #sge agatha #maven calore #sge sophie #tiberias calore vii #tiberias calore vi

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