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Dating/Marrying Cecil Stedman Headcanons (SFW)

I love how my first post isn't even about transformers, it's about a sixty year old human man who i hav been thinking about obsessively since i saw him.

Firstly, Cecil is absolutely not an easy catch, nor an easy keep. You need to understand that this man will fuck with your head regardless of how deep you stay within his good graces. His job is to reduce liabilities and his life is pretty much his job so you’re going to have be either completely removed from society and/or crazy interesting/capable/cerebral to hold his attention, much less retain it. When he realizes he’s in too deep, he will try to pull away. Any sane person would let go at this point. Make him marry you and he’s going to inadvertently make a butchery out of your life.

With that word of warning out of the way, let’s go on!!

Cecil probably doesn’t give a flying fuck about what kind of body you have – he’s more interested in how you style it, what you do to it, stuff like that. The way you treat yourself is more important to him than what’s there to begin with.

He mostly tends towards people who are functional, competent, and self-sufficient, as they’re the most compatible for long-term relationships with a man like him. God knows he doesn’t come home often. Neediness in his partners is a visceral delight that plunges him back into his teenage years, but Cecil finds that neediness gradually becomes overbearing and nagging and ultimately unsustainable. He feels bad for leaving a partner out to dry after days at work, so he avoids those kinds of people altogether.

He guiltlessly, gleefully spoils Wordles. He enjoys crossword puzzles and consistently rocks your shit at Scrabble except that one time you added a ‘rious’ to his ‘delete’ (deleterious means harmful. You triple checked it in the scrabble rulebook.) and he called Donald just to hang up.

Whoever you were in life, you are now Cecil’s therapist. Please know that Cecil hates therapy. He calls therapists ‘shrinks’. But when he collapses in bed at the smallest hour and his joints remind him exactly how old he is, he pulls you close and tells you things you really shouldn’t know. About him, about the GDA, about things he’d do to keep you safe. He needs an outlet, a sponge to help soak up the torrent of shit he has to deal with during the day. You’re the only person who knows him as intimately as you do. He trusts you absolutely (partially because he could erase your existence, but mostly because he just trusts you. Ain’t that cute?). In no way is this healthy. Does he know? Absolutely. Does he care? Jury’s still out on that one. You don’t really have a choice in the matter. He shuts you down if you try to talk about it. Cecil’s a man who not only resents weakness but can’t afford to show it, which makes him a very shitty spouse. Please go to Donald and Debbie about this; they’ve been itching to start a Cecil Hate Club.

I believe firmly in southern Cecil. He eradicated his accent after moving to D.C., but sometimes his upbringing will slip through. “The dog won’t hunt” referring to Invincible, “that went over like a fart in church” also referring to Invincible, and most embarrassingly in front of the Guardians once, “ya’ll”. Rex mocked him for a week, called him a country bumpkin and a hillbilly. Rex immediately got stuck with the cleanup crew for a month.

He’ll steal minutes away from his job to call you. He leaves dry, unassuming notes on the nightstand that tell you that there’s no eggs left in the fridge and are doused in your favorite perfume. He chips in around the house when he can, insisting you rest your feet.

Cecil’s greatest joy is also his greatest vulnerability. You are his Achille’s heel, which is why you probably live in a remote forest. The off-gridder, the better. Honestly I could totally see him going for someone so removed that superheroes and city threats have no way to reach them at all. It’s a safe pick, and Cecil is all about safe.

Cecil failed high school math. He should’ve never told you that.

“Stedman, I need help calculating the perimeter of this fence!”

His face is the paragon of ‘how the fuck’ before he yells, “Very funny, ____!”

His ability to actually do a date is severely fucked up from decades of responsibilities. He knows that he’s supposed to pick you up and take you out for a night on the town, and he has everything he needs – money, foresight, initiative – except for time. The world takes priority as it always has, as much as it pains him to watch your face drop as he tells you he has to go, that he’s needed elsewhere. You get that he doesn’t belong to you alone. But there’s a part of you that wants him to simply say “later, Donald”. To choose you over the world for just a moment.

(Spoiler: he never will… unless?)

Realistically, a proper date with Cecil Stedman would take place at a classy fine dining establishment catering specifically to heroes and their ilk, a place that understands the need for secrecy. He wines and dines you and makes every effort to catch up with your life; how has it been? How are your tomatoes? Is the pollinator garden doing any better than it was last year? Did you see Tabatha the hummingbird again? Have you missed him? He’s sorry.

As the night jounces effortlessly on, you can try to make a move on him. He thinks it’s cute and a little pathetic that you’re all over a charmless sixty year old like him, but the redness of his ears gush all about how much he loves feeling wanted. He’s so unused to it that it takes him a moment, frozen in the booth seat, to blow you off with a waspish retort. Take it in good sport. Later, he cups your face in his big warm hand and gives a half-assed apology. You demand a whole-assed one and he groans and grumbles but inevitably gives you a whole-assed, sarcastic apology. Closest thing you’ll get to genuine remorse from him.

He hugs like he’s never hugged anyone in his entire fucking life. Physical contact is the weakest link on this man, period. He’ll like, bend his arm over your shoulder and the other goes at the waist and he’ll lean out of it somehow and refuse to let your body fully touch his and you’re like ???? while he’s patting your back and going ‘yep, yep’. Awful hugger, just terrible.

You know the suit, tie, and shoes he always wears every single day? He has three walk in closets dedicated to them. Same tailored suit, same sharp-lapelled shirt, same red tie that drives you up the wall when he adjusts it. The shoes get their own section in each. They’re rich and earthy in that weird way that leather is when broken in. The suits are from the Brooks Brothers or Ralph Lauren in identical shades of deep, stratos blue, his creamy dress shirts are Todd Synder, and the ties embody the sleek Italian cotton of Hugo Boss.

(I did an absurd amount of research for that.)

He’s an old man who reads the paper, takes his coffee black, and still doesn’t understand the whole LGBTQ+ thing. Most of the time he’s gone before you’re awake, so it’s a shock to see him in the mornings. He seems so normal sitting at the little round breakfast table he bought from Germany with his foot propped up on his knee and his face shoved in the morning news, picking at the bacon he made himself. He tells you about his cholesterol levels. You discuss alternatives. The messy, fading wreath of white hair he obsesses over catches the filtered suburban sunlight, wisping soft shadows onto his head that you make fun of. He glares at you with no intensity. You comment on how shiny his cranium is. He threatens to throw coffee on you. Little human things like that. They make you want, stupidly, to offer your heart on a silver platter to Cecil Stedman like you haven’t already.

I'm really happy to make this contribution to the cecil fans, they do NOT have enough food

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i didn't sleep before my work because of it...

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Left-handed Ena Dream BBQ fan animation yayyy

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look around you, the so-called descendants of the wishing one, the faewish sprites... ...nothing but slaves to wishes

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Miffy and Sanrio plushies ♡

T.O.U ♡ don'ts .ᐟ୨୧ Do not place my content behind paywalls. Do not claim my content as your own. Do not steal my content. Do not copy my content. Do not modify my mesh or recolor. Do not recolor or modify my mesh for personal use.

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make a wish and it will come true

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I saw this and said. “this should go on tumblr.” so now its on tumblr.

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In case anyone needs this...

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Aemond’s bed for research purposes

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More medieval dyes for y'all!

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- - - - - The Pink Dread Master List

Aemond Targaryen x Plus Size!Celtigar!OfC Slow Burn - Friends to Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Theres so much bad blood between these two, but there is also longing... for what they used to have, for what might have been, had it not been for Aemond's betrayal.

Alternatively: First loves. Heartbreaks. Betrayals. Jealousy. Revenge. And repeat. The feud between former friends, Aemond and Valeana, sends a shockwave of social chaos for the Seven Realms as all gather to King's Landing for the Royal Conclave. A season of peace, intended to forge alliances through courtships and marriages, only for it to become a war of a different kind.

Cross Posted with AO3

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Disclaimer: AI is not used in the writing of this story. It is primarily used to generate images when needed (for dresses, mostly), and to help with unique bard like songs, since I am terrible at writing songs and poems. Other than that, rest assured every word is written by me. I will clarify in each chapter when AI is being used and what for.

General Tags: MDNI, AemonxValeana end game, other ships, AFAB, PlusSize!OFC, Celtigar!OFC, Disabeled!OFC, Jealous!Aemond, Angry!Aemond, Healthy!Viserys, Enemies to Lovers, Aged Up characters, Fix It AU, The Dragons Do Not Dance, Eventual Smut, Redemption Arc for Aegon, Slight AegonxOFC, Slow Burn, pining, longing, angst. More may be added along the way. Genre: +18/MDNI, Romantic Comedy, Angst, Young Adult Drama, if Bridgerton had dragons. TW/CW: The story will contain realistic mental health themes. To avoid tumblr taking this post down, they will be coded:

Things such as E. D." Unalive Ideations, B0dy Dysm0rph!a, Blatant Fatph0bia, P T S D, descriptive trigger-induced anxiety attack due to P T S D, and a brief S A (By all definitions, it is, but... You'll see).

Other tw: Typical themes you find in the asoiaf universe. TW will be posted for individual chapters as we go. More may be added here.

Author's Note: Val and Aemond are end game in this, but the other ships are a surprise. I've got spreadsheets n shit.

Credits: Story cover made by me, divider found on pngtree

Prologue: With Friends Like These Chapter One: Return of the Crabs Chapter Two: Familiar Strangers Chapter Three: A King's Command Chapter Four: Unforgiven Chapter Five: Aegon's Doom Chapter Six: Aegon's Delight Chapter Seven: O, Brother Chapter Eight: Still Falling For You Chapter Nine: Protector Chapter Ten: What a Pity Chapter Eleven: Peace of Mind Chapter Twelve: High Horse Chapter Thirteen: Girl's Night Chapter Fourteen: The Will of Man Chapter Fifteen: Restless Chapter Sixteen: Eggs & Bacon Chapter Seventeen: The Daring Chapter Eighteen: Hydrangeas Chapter Nineteen: Pyres & Proposals Chapter Twenty: Family Matters Chapter Twenty-One: Green & Black Chapter Twenty-Two: Maiden's Day (October 24th) Chapter Twenty-Three: A Clash of Princes (October 30th) Chapter Twenty-Four: The Black Dread (November 4th) Chapter Twenty-Five: You Know Nothing (TBA) Chapter Twenty-Six: A Helping Hand (TBA) Chapter Twenty-Seven: Worth Less (TBA) Chapter Twenty-Eight: Terrify Me (TBA) Chapter Twenty-Nine: Eclipse (TBA) Chapter Thirty: The Realm's Delight (TBA) Chapter Thirty-One: Dark Sister (TBA) Chapter Thirty-Two: Heart Racing (TBA) Chapter Thirty-Three: ( to be written ) More chapters to come...

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His Lady Love —Masterlist

pairing | aemond targaryen x vampire!mikaelson!reader

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summary | to escape your cursed lineage, you sail away to the ends of the world, where you discover a new world, one with only two continents instead of seven. you make a life for yourself in the court of kings landing, where you catch the eye of a certain targaryen prince.

warnings | violence, blood, death, vampire powers, SMUT (18+ MDNI!), fluff, hurt/comfort, trying to follow canon plotline (major changes for some stuff), he falls hard, she falls harder but he's still the one obsessed.

i do not own any character from the book "fire and blood" or the following shows "the house of the dragon" or "the originals" except the reader (which is you)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 2 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 3 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 4

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 5 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 6 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 7 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 8

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 9 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 10 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 11 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 12

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Writing Description Notes:

Updated 9th September 2024 More writing tips, review tips & writing description notes

Facial Expressions

Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

Mental Pain

Physical Pain

Tired/Drowsy/Exhausted

Eating

Drinking

Warm/Hot

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hi, I love you. take my mob psycho miis

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Link to the gay porn library of Alexandria.

Happy pride.

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talks with my friends who are going to kink parties and having t4t orgies and doing petplay and then goes to sleep in my childhood bedroom and dreams of the snow, and rain