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I'm more active on tiktok than here. On tumblr I usually post fanfics/headcanons/other stuff that I'm unlikely to post on tiktok. I do edits and now I have over 60 Cecil edits since he has been my main fixation since September of last year🤤
Here is one of my edits
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— Invincible:
★ Yandere!Cecil Stedman x fem!reader (prologue + one chapter, unfinished)
— Twisted Wonderland:
★ Yandere!Dire Crowley x fem!reader (two chapters, unfinished)
Information about the Alternate Cecil from Invincible guarding the globe + my screenshots.
I am soo starved for content of this handsome old man (even my own edits aren't saving me..) and I want others to know about him, so I decided to gather the information that we know. If anyone didn't know, this is (probably) evil version of Cecil (Evil Cecil, Sinister Cecil, Licec, whatever). I'll call him SinCecil. English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistakes I may make in translation. Correct me if any information is incorrect. And if you're interested, I can write my headcanons about SinCecil👀
SinCecil first appears at beginning of the game. He introduces us, the players, to the arena system and its banner. He talks to Mainstream Donald/MainDonald (our Donald in other words), then meets with MainCecil and SinCecil begins "manipulations" in the spirit of "I'm not the bad guy here..."
Then he disappears for a long time and appears in the main storyline of the game.
SinCecil was brought to the Mainstream Universe by Angstrom. According to him, his universe was destroyed because of Angstrom. Although you shouldn't believe his words, because he could be lying... Considering what he did next, it's quite possible that it's not true. Although these are only theories.
SinCecil, after he talked to MainCecil and supposedly gained some trust from MainCecil to walk around freely, started doing dirty things. He released (?) the Mauler twins, promising them freedom if they helped him. Then he started to control the heroes as if they were his team. MainCecil, of course, didn't like this (and he immediately tells MainDonald that they need to act quickly to stop SinCecil). SinCecil later reached Invincible, presumably also wanting to lure him to his side, pretending to be MainCecil (god I love this cunning evil old man so much).
MainCecil found out about this and put SinCecil in jail. There MainDonald visits him to join his side. SinCecil dodges the question about his destroyed universe (hmm suspicious). He then reveals that he was in jail when Angstrom opened the portal, causing him to escape. It's unclear why he was in jail. Maybe, again, he's probably lying...
SinCecil then figures out that it was MainCecil's plan to send MainDonald to him. And here again my suspicions arise that he lied about his universe on purpose, knowing that MainCecil was eavesdropping...
SinCecil shoots MainDonald, unaware that he is not quite human... It also turns out that SinCecil killed his Donald (SinDonald), because he couldn't handle his job. If I'm not mistaken, SinCecil managed to escape because that bullet was a bomb.
SinCecil later appears, teaming up with Angstrom, freeing the villains.
Then SinCecil actually wanted to help MainCecil, offering to tell him about Angstrom's plans (how caring, first he shot, and then he wanted peace). His trick again?..
Left alone with MainCecil and MainDonald, SinCecil shoots MainCecil. According to him, Angstrom wanted to get rid of MainCecil, so SinCecil would be happy to do it.
MainCecil shoots SinCecil back and then tells MainDonald to get rid of the body. It wasn't entirely clear to me whether MainCecil killed him or whether they would just put him back in jail or somewhere else. I hope he is alive😢
So, what do we have? He's definitely the evil version of Cecil (though I like headcanons and other people's au where he's super nice and kind... and less bald...). He's most likely also the Director of the GDA, but perhaps he was sent to jail for something. Or, as I wrote earlier, that's not true and he wasn't in jail... I really want to know more about him.
*On my knees* Please have chapter 2 for your Cecil story. It's really good.
Thank you for your time.
Sorry but it's unlikely there will be a continuation because I'm burned out from writing and also because my main hobby is editing and I devote myself entirely to it, not to writing :(
the flesh is weak, cecil. only the soul is immortal... and yours belongs to me.
flinging this here as-is since i am unlikely to finish it. and unrelated but i still find it weirdly difficult to draw this mf smiling LOL
yapping below:
so i started thinking about that Actual Deal with the Devil scenario i want so badly to pretend happens with cecil, a deal that ends with a mouth full of sharp teeth and some otherworldly, demonic abilities that he keeps in his back pocket at all times. i love a good faustian bargain, so it sounded easy, and tbh it should be easy, but... of course... i also happen to be kind of weird about depictions of the devil. because in my mind there was no way this was happening between cecil and any run-of-the-mill demon, especially not the same league of demon we've seen in the show so far ahaaa
the tl;dr is that i deeply enjoy the idea of the devil appearing to people as anything but himself. nobody--nobody--gets to see his "true form," whatever that means. there's narrative reasons for this but i also firmly believe the "true form" of what's supposed to be The Greatest Evil is simply incomprehensible. and for cecil, i think the worst possible image he could take when dealing with him is... himself. definitely not because i think cecil's quietly haunted by civilian versions of himself that could've been, or even more monstrous versions of himself that could still be as their ever-treacherous world forces him to be the worst version of himself in the present. definitely not.
anyway so this is that, i'm a huge sucker for this type of imagery so this was technically another inevitability LMAO
i don't think the deal has to be complicated. "my soul for enough power to keep the world safe" or something. in the heat of the moment i think even cecil would be raw enough to forget specifics. additionally, i also like the idea that cecil perhaps had some kind of post-deal clarity (you know... what have i done-type existential horror) that he's actually a bit frightened of his own power--and to that end, still doesn't quite know the extent of it. the scope of his abilities are whatever the devil has decided to lend him, but... personally... because i think cecil's soul is probably quite delicious as a man who's torn himself to pieces and resigned to be the "necessary evil" in spite of his private morality... i think he'd have given him access to a lot. all the more reason to be weary of his own power, i suppose.
still haven't figured out what exactly prompted him to commit to the deal in the first place, but to me it would have happened when he was still relatively new as director. it actually seemed more plausible to me to be something he'd do out of desperation while locked up, but... i ended up deciding against it. it seems way more likely the first few weeks of director responsibilities could stress-test anyone to breaking point, and i like to think even cecil wouldn't have been hardened enough to withstand those pressures, especially since the cold, hard numbers of "saving lives" is his biggest pain point. heavy is the head that wears the crown and all that.
uhhh whoops idk how to end this but thanks for reading if you did \(o^o)/ and this has nothing to do with anything but young cecil actually makes for a great vampire + brownie points if you know where the quote is from!!
Second of three Cecils I made utilizing the same pose (yeah) because I had just that much fun with it 🏃💦 pls forgive + last one coming eventually
aka "drawing cecil with that damn gun is a rite of passage"
This one actually defeated me a few weeks ago so I ended up putting it on pause at around 90% completion. And then on picking it up again I thought I cooked asdfdgs (specifically with the background). Taking a break works! But a lot of the detail ended up being obscured by the smoke, sooo alt below the cut, as usual:
Warnings: possibly dead dove and 18+ (I mean this is Invincible universe so yeah), fem!reader, yandere behavior, OOC, the reader is assumed to be an adult (21+ years old), age difference, boss/employee, unrequited feelings.
I lowkey forgot about ts. And I'm kinda lazy to keep writing help. Also, I forgot to add an 18+ warning in the prologue. There won’t be any smut here (mostly because I can't write that stuff lol), just hints... maybe, idk... The warning is there because of adult themes, swearing, and that kind of thing.
prologue, ao3
[Song: Tomy Or Zox – You Are My Desire (Radio Edit)]
Holding my desire, it′s taking, it's my heart breaking
You could see me as a lier jus to get into you
You are my desire, I'm burning, I′m holding fire
Don't you know I'm getting higher when I′m just close to you?
The calm in the analytical room, one of several in the Pentagon, was accompanied by a low hum of noise consisting of clicks from keyboards and mouse, the scratching of pens on paper, and the rustle of pages being turned from time to time.
This was the very place where the atmosphere was far more peaceful than in the Command Center. Primarily because the people working here weren't required to immediately deal with the important matters handed to them by their superiors. The Director of GDA appeared here very rarely, only in moments when he urgently needed a report, and even then, Donald would bring it to him in such cases.
That was the case until your arrival.
The figure standing near the entrance to the room hadn't moved for several minutes. Cecil leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze watched you attentively, very attentively.
The man's keen eyes didn't miss a single detail: how you frowned slightly when matching written reports with the analysts' sketches from the Command Center; how your lips moved almost imperceptibly as you read words to yourself; how your eyes, those marvelous eyes he wanted to kiss, sometimes scanned the room. He could watch you all day if he had the chance.
The old man's gaze lowered to your lips. A few thoughts flashed through his mind, and he pulled himself back, feeling blood rush to his head. The tie around his neck felt like it was strangling him.
Cecil pushed off the wall, shoving one hand into his pocket while the other went to his collar, adjusting the red silk, loosening it slightly. With quick steps, he was beside you.
"All done?" Cecil asks, placing a hand on the desk, the same one he'd used to adjust his tie.
You startle and lift your head. Your eyes meet your boss'.
"Almost, sir. The last two reports aren't ready yet," you reply, shifting awkwardly in your chair.
A few seconds pass in silence, and you think you've done something wrong.
And Cecil… Cecil is just trying to force himself to say something or at least look away. But can he possibly focus on anything other than you?
"Something wrong? You usually manage on time," the director finally breaks the silence. There's no accusation or disappointment in his tone, only curiosity, beneath which anxiety is hidden. Anxiety for you, of course. His mind had already concocted a host of scenarios where something might have happened to you if you didn't finish your work. To hell with that paranoid part of himself.
"No, no, I just don't have access to the last two files," you explain immediately, "Mr. Ferguson was supposed to give me access."
Cecil blinks once. Twice.
A faint memory from earlier that morning surfaces in the corner of his consciousness. Donald said something about you and access, but Cecil was only half-listening at the time (very strange for him to miss information involving you), preoccupied with something. The man can't quite remember what.
A really crafty son of a bitch.
His assistant didn't give the access, which means he deliberately orchestrated this to give Cecil an opportunity to interact with you. The director doesn't know whether to thank his assistant or scold him for his "antics" next time. A smile started to form on the old man's face, but he immediately composed a serious expression.
"Ah, yes, the access. Donald mentioned it, but it seems he was too busy to come to you," Cecil sighs. "Alright, let me…"
Shifting his weight onto both feet, he changed his posture, moving from standing at your side to being behind the chair you were sitting in. Cecil leaned forward, his chest almost pressing against the back of your chair. His arms ended up on either side of you. One reached for the mouse, the other for the keyboard.
The red tie, mimicking the posture of the man wearing it, fell closer to your head, miraculously not touching you.
Cecil, entering his account credentials on your computer, lowered his gaze. He was too close to you. So close that he could distinctly smell your shampoo and perfume. The scent on you was always simple, not elaborate, but it felt like his personal drug.
The man leaned in just an inch more, his nose almost touching the crown of your head. The divine scent excited him, made his nostrils flare wider. His lips parted, yearning to press against your hair. To leave a kiss, greedy and intoxicating. And then to cover your neck with similar kisses and…
Cecil abruptly straightened up and turned away, thankfully having finished what he was doing on your computer.
"Once you're done, give the reports to Donald," the director mutters, his voice hoarse even after he clears his throat. He immediately heads for the exit, his heart pounding in his ears. And he really hopes his cheeks aren't flushed.
First I bring you flowers, you hold them, don′t speak for hours,
Then decide you should go higher, and I'm not good for you
Then I see your lovers, get scared, bunch of cowards
How we manage out power, just when I′m loving you.
Releasing cigarette smoke from his mouth, Cecil tilted his head back. The day was in full swing, the sun blinding, and the only thing hiding him in cool shade was the awning.
He didn't smoke often. Only when stress aimed straight for his very soul. Smoking, and sometimes alcohol, helped him from completely losing his mind.
And today, he nearly lost it completely. He wanted to kiss you. Of course, not on the lips, if one discounts his very interesting thoughts at that moment. But he wanted to kiss the top of your head! Even if it had happened, he could have come up with something like "it just happened accidentally" or "sorry, my leg hurt, I had to lean on your chair." But that's only if his tongue could function, and he highly doubts it.
Cecil brought the cigarette back to his lips again, leaning his head against the wall. A couple of his employees, who also frequented this spot to clear their heads, walked past him, simply nodding to their boss in respect. The Pentagon's backyard provided this opportunity, for which the Director of GDA himself was grateful.
Taking a drag, the old man retreated into his thoughts.
What if he and you were ordinary people? Cecil, not the director of an organization ensuring Earth isn't destroyed, but a simple man, probably working some mundane job, maybe even a professor at an educational institution. And you, not a document sorter under this very director's management, but his girlfriend, maybe his wife, waiting for him at home after work, with your children running around you. You'd be an ordinary couple, yes, with a significant age gap, but who would care?
"Sir," his assistant's voice came through the earpiece. "We have a situation. With that villain we didn't catch. The Guardians are already en route."
Cecil grimaced; reality crashed down on him like ice-cold water. He brought his free hand to his ear, fingers touching the earpiece.
"On my way," Cecil replies with displeasure, stubbing out the cigarette and tossing it into a nearby trash can.
Maybe in another universe or another life, he has a wife in the form of you, and he doesn't have to be the director of GDA. Doesn't have to deal with all this mess that's already getting on his nerves.
Cecil disappeared in a blue flash of teleportation.
Yandere!Cecil Stedman x fem!reader
Warnings: possibly dead dove (I mean this is Invincible universe so yeah), fem!reader, yandere behavior, OOC, the reader is assumed to be an adult (21+ years old), age difference, boss/employee, unrequited feelings, english is not my native language.
I don't know if I'm going to finish this fanfic at all but I wanted to write something about yandere Cecil ;-; As you have already noticed, I love yandere and this is my vision of how Cecil would behave if he were obsessed with someone.
chapter 1, ao3
[Song: And One - And I love]
Lying by your side
Your eyes are shining bright
Whispers in my ear while holding you tight
If you fall asleep, I just try to keep
Every single words you said to me...
For the first few weeks, Cecil tried not to pay attention to the new employee. He managed it with ease—dealing with problems caused by villains, overseeing the new Guardians, including Mark to ensure he didn't cause any trouble, and meetings with senators and other important people left him no free time to even remember that he had acquired a second assistant.
My assistant's assistant, Cecil corrected himself, taking the folder of documents from you.
A simple interaction between a boss and an employee. Nothing to it, right? Then why is the old man's heart about to burst out of his chest? Why did he start feeling dizzy every time he saw you?
The corners of his lips twitched, and Cecil had to look into your eyes. A mistake. A huge mistake. The director's light-blue eyes looked directly into those beautiful eyes, and he felt as if he were drowning in them.
"Don't stay late today," Cecil throws over his shoulder as he hurriedly turns away from you and leaves the room with quick steps.
Once in his office, the director threw the folder onto his desk, his breathing ragged, as if he had run a few laps around the Pentagon. His palms pressed against the cool surface of the desk as he leaned on it to keep from collapsing on the floor like some… who? A terrifyingly in love fool, who ran away from the object of his love?
Exactly. In love…
The hours passing by, words are passionately
Deep inside, I feel that you love me
And I love
And I love you too...
[Flashback]
It all started when his assistant suggested your candidacy as a document sorter, meaning a second assistant, or, as Donald put it, an assistant's assistant. Supposedly, with the new problems, he didn't always have time to review all the documents, and Cecil himself had to sift through paperwork instead of solving global issues.
It seemed… ridiculous to Cecil. The paranoid part of him wanted to refuse, to say that everything was fine with him anyway, but Donald, that smart-ass bastard, reminded him that Cecil had missed a dozen chemical baths. Well, yes, as if for the first time, the man thought sarcastically but didn't say it out loud. He had known his assistant for far too long and could say with certainty that he wouldn't let go of this idea. He had to agree.
And it actually made a lot of things easier. You, despite your age, were capable, didn't pry, and did your work with astonishing speed. And the way you looked at Cecil… Innocently, yet somehow in your own way, so that the old man kept thinking you had beautiful eyes. Angelic eyes.
And then the director himself didn't notice how he began appearing at your workstation more often, instead of Donald. I'm just making sure she's not a spy or a fucking villain, Donald, he said at the time, trying to justify his own actions. Justifying that it was mere curiosity, not newly budding feelings, ignoring the fact that he had long since reviewed all documents concerning you. You were an ordinary person, your father worked for the GDA but was already retired, nothing more.
And who would have known that this was his mistake. Though he wouldn't call it a mistake. If it had been a miscalculation, he wouldn't have met you and...
Fallen in love. Become obsessed with you.
Ridiculous. He, a 63-year-old man, the director of the GDA, for God's sake, a man who could hire a former villain for the GDA, had fallen in love with a young woman who only needed to look at him with that gaze for him to compare her to an angel descended from heaven to be with him and make him happy. Was he losing his mind?
[End of flashback]
Don't say a word, it's enough to see
That every part of you is loving me
Every part of you is loving me
And I love
And I love you too.
"Sir?" Donald's voice cut through the director's office.
Cecil turned his head toward the door. He licked his dry lip, noticing a metallic taste on his tongue.
"Fuck," Cecil cursed, wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand.
"Your condition is getting worse, sir," Donald stepped further into the office, sighing heavily. He knew about Cecil's "problem," just like Brit did. And it wasn't that they judged him, but they were worried he might end up in the hospital. First and foremost, they were his only friends he could trust, and seeing him in this state was… frightening for them?
His assistant handed him a handkerchief.
"I know," the man replied dully, taking the cloth and pressing it to his face. He avoided meeting the other man's gaze.
They remained in silence for several minutes while Cecil tried to calm his heart, which refused to settle down.
"The Guardians' results are ready, sir," Donald broke the silence, handing him a tablet. Cecil, holding the tablet with one hand, began reading the report. His lips twisted into a grimace. It helped him distract himself, to forget for a second about your existence, which was basically impossible.
"Nothing new. How fucking wonderful," the director shoved the device back into his assistant's hands, removing the handkerchief from his face. He tossed it onto the desk, making a mental note to throw it away later, and turned toward the door. "Let's go, we'll visit them. And don't forget to let Miss L/N (your last name) leave early today."
Donald merely smiled. Only a fool wouldn't notice the change in Cecil's tone when he mentioned you.
"Alright, sir," his assistant exited the office with him, "Though maybe you could tell her yourself— Got it, got it, I'll tell her."
Cecil, who had been looking at Donald with a stern gaze, shifted his eyes forward. He would have liked to go to you himself, but… He couldn't handle it a second time today.
