Kanedaloveslas

Been watching criminal minds, and I love Reid, early seasons Reid is so cute. So he’s my boy, i also recently rewatched castle in the sky, and redrew some screenshots.

I’m adding Reid to my f/o list. I love him.

I sadly ran out of energy trying to ink.

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bonus if Scott gets emotional because he realizes everyone actually has been missing him a ton and the presence adores him

Marvel Rivals Self‑Aware AU: To Me, My Cyclops

Scott was dreaming.

He didn't even know if that should've been possible.

Alchemax kept him suspended in a perpetual state between consciousness and unconsciousness, trapped within machinery that never allowed him true rest. Every waking moment was agony. Every sleeping moment was stolen.

And yet, somehow, he was dreaming.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Scott Summers was free.

No restraints. No machines. No cables digging into his skin. No forced vigilance.

Just sunlight.

Warm sunlight.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he lifted his face toward the sky. The warmth felt wonderful against his skin. Beneath his eyelids, the familiar power that had defined his entire life hummed pleasantly. Instead of the recycled artificial light Alchemax constantly fed him, his body drank in genuine sunlight.

Real sunlight.

His optic energy responded eagerly, almost gratefully.

For a moment, Scott simply stood there and enjoyed it.

Then the battlefield arrived.

His dream shifted, becoming the kind of chaos that had accompanied most of his life. Explosions. Shouting. The distant sounds of combat.

And strangely enough, Scott found himself relieved.

He was fighting alongside the X-Men again. Alongside his family.

A little part of him felt bitter that even his dreams couldn't free him from leadership responsibilities. But compared to Alchemax's prison, commanding a battlefield felt like paradise.

He sprinted across ruined terrain and fired an optic blast.

The crimson beam ricocheted off a wall then struck another target.

Nothing unusual there. Scott had spent decades mastering angles and trajectories.

But then he heard it.

A voice.

Not from the battlefield. Not from the dream.

From somewhere else.

The same voice he'd vaguely heard during Jean's last visit. Only now it was clearer, much clearer. And apparently very excited.

"0mg, l00k at h1m g0!! R1c0ch3ting 0ptic Bl4sts?! Th4t's s0 c00l! I th1nk he'll be th3 first h3r0 wh0 c4n d0 th4t!"

Scott blinked.

From his perspective, ricocheting optic blasts wasn't particularly impressive. It was practically second nature.

Still...

The enthusiasm was oddly charming.

The dream continued.

This time, he fired a blast behind himself, using the force to propel his body backward and evade an attack.

Immediately, the voice practically shrieked.

"EHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Just l1ke X-M3N—////////" The rest dissolved into static.

Scott frowned. Curious.

Then he launched himself into the air.

Another optic blast. Another ricochet.

This time, however, the beam didn't simply strike one enemy. It continued.

Jumping between targets. Maintaining a sustained barrage.

Scott's attention sharpened instantly.

Now that was interesting.

His optic blasts had always been straightforward. Powerful. Precise. Devastating.

But this? This felt... evolved.

A refinement.

An entirely new application.

The dream showed him unleashing continuous streams of crimson energy, chaining impacts together in ways he'd never considered before.

Then his visor pulsed.

The mysterious voice snorted. "W3 r34lly g0t Cycl0ps r3l04ding h1s 3y3s."

Scott wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but he found himself mildly offended anyway.

The battlefield shifted again.

New techniques. New movements.

A single blast splitting into five.

Five becoming six.

Angles multiplying.

Targets dropping.

What began as curiosity quickly transformed into fascination. And fascination transformed into planning.

Scott's mind immediately started constructing tactical scenarios.

Mission applications. Team formations. Potential weaknesses. Potential strengths.

Ways to maximize efficiency. Ways to protect his teammates.

Ways to win.

Because that was what Scott Summers did.

Even in dreams.

Even in captivity.

Even broken.

His mind never stopped fighting.

And somewhere deep inside himself, a realization slowly began to form.

This didn't feel like a dream anymore.

Then came the final attack.

Scott propelled himself high into the air and unleashed a massive wave of crimson force.

The battlefield exploded beneath him. Enemies vanished beneath expanding waves of ruby energy.

Powerful. Not nearly as destructive as removing his visor entirely, but powerful enough. Important enough.

Some instinct deep within him whispered that this attack would matter. Soon.

The voice apparently agreed.

Scott heard what sounded suspiciously like someone slamming their hands against a desk.

"Ev3ry0n3's g0nn4 d3f1n1t3ly d13 t0 th1s m4n."

"...I can hear you better now," Scott said. Or perhaps thought. It was difficult to tell. "I feel like I'm getting closer to something."

The battlefield began fading.

The dream was unraveling.

No answer came. Only silence.

But for the first time in years, Scott felt strangely light. Hopeful.

And then a thought slipped from him before he could stop it.

"I can feel that you love me." The admission made him blush.

Scott Summers had never struggled with giving love. Receiving it was another matter entirely.

His entire life had been filled with expectations. Responsibilities. Sacrifices. Failures.

People needed Cyclops.

People respected Cyclops.

People followed Cyclops.

But being loved? That had always been harder to believe.

Yet somehow this unseen voice did.

Without meeting him. Without knowing him. Without asking anything in return.

And perhaps that was why he believed it.

The X-Men missed him. He knew that. Jean had proven that.

His family was still fighting for him.

But this strange presence beyond his understanding...

You believed in him too.

Whatever destiny awaited Scott Summers, it was approaching.

Rapidly. Inevitably.

And when it finally arrived— Scott would meet it head-on.

Just like he always had.

❤️❤️❤️

Meanwhile, in the faraway shores of Krakoa, Jean Grey had just opened her eyes.

They were wide and big as she gently lowered her hands from her temples when she finished receiving that strange vision— a gift from the Presence, maybe. 

Behind Jean, her fellow X-Men were also quiet, each of them musing to what they had just witnessed. Scott Summers being back, with new and old tricks in his arsenal. 

“Let’s move.” Jean told her friends, a look of focused determination on, “It won’t be long until his arrival.” 

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