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darkdoverpseeker · 2 months

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🕊 hey, 21F adv.lit–novella discord writer here who is looking to reignite her love for collaborative writing by engaging in a dark romance rp full of intense drama, sizzling emotions, and electrifying chemistry. i'm a little out of practice, but i can write multiple discord messages worth of content, hitting up to 2–6+ messages as an experienced novella writer. though, i'm also university student with a job, so i do reply at a relaxed pace (once or twice per week-ish), but i'm decently quick with OOC and employ a very lax reply policy for my partners (meaning you can do you with no worries). i will happily engage in lots of headcanoning, sharing aesthetics, tiktoks, ideas, and planning for rps, and i love to get that same enthusiasm in return !! don't be dry, contribute, and we'll get on well !! i can send pages of headcanons, and i will screech over our ocs, so let's fangirl together !!

an added note is that complex, imperfect, twisted, and flawed ocs are my bread and butter, and darker/villainous characters will always have my heart. so this is a love letter to all of y'all with a preference for writing well-developed, fucked-up ocs, your darlings have a safe haven with me. seriously, all my girlies are very far from cliche, and they're often decently messed-up, so i love it when i feel love&worry for your ocs cuz that's how you'll feel about my crazy darlings. i'm fine with dead-dove & darker themes (my only hard no is big age-gaps, ED's and incest, all other dark themes are welcome), other specifics like limits/kinks/rules can be discussed in dms.

idea-wise, i recently created twin sister ocs with a very interesting backstory, tons of darkness, and a codependent enmity. i'd love to write them within something akin to a mumu-esque rp– as in, writing two storylines within a shared timeframe/plot, two romances that are entwined, four characters that will overlap into each others lives and become tightly knit as either a 'found family' or 'clashing enemies'. so, it's like this: characters a/b and c/d may be our romantic pairings, but a/c are sister's with a complex set of issues to work through while b/d could be brother's, friends, rivals, etc (i'll leave that up to you, but i'd love if your two ocs also have a history) and we can have moments where their plotlines overlap where a/d might have a friendship moment, b/c may have a enmity storyline, while still writing a/b and c/d as main pairings.

note: a little cliche, but as of now, i am someone who prefers playing F roles within the MxF pairing, and also prefers to write with other F/nb writers (mdni).

themes i'm interested in: old money with criminal entanglements, different flavours of fucked-up characters, morally-questionable actions, rich kids gone wild, dark academia in university/high society, power imbalances, blackmail, old money vs new money, music/art scene (kpop vibes, rock scene, industry harshness, scandals) contrasted with corporate/business. my ocs will be east asian so kdrama/cdrama vibes are also welcome. dark romance is a must.

react if interested, and i'll get back to you asap.

like if interested !

#fandomless rp #oc x oc #m x f #1x1 rp #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #novella #blackmail tw #rp #roleplay #discord rp #discord roleplay

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nyctcphiliacs · 4 months

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Hear me out;

Cult or blackmail threads

#indie horror rp #indie kink rp #blackmail tw #cult tw #plots

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theprofessionalpromptmaker · 6 months

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Marooned Without a Compass Day & Job Action Day

Person A was roped into a job that ending up constricting their rights to such a degree they had to run away to escape it and go off the grid, but early into their time struggling to survive in the wilderness, they meet Person B, who seems to be a gifted survivalist with a knack for finding in season plants to eat, hunting/fishing, and natural shelters. Person A ends up spending many seasons with them, but gets tracked down by their former employers who put a tracker on them. But when their employers confront Person A and try to encourage/blackmail them to return to their work, Person B tries to defend Person A, but is recognized as the long lost heir of the company’s owner, presumed kidnapped as a child and never found.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #obscure holiday prompt #job au #survivor au #nature au #blackmail tw #kidnapping tw

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oculiaperticlausi · 3 months

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closed — @plantfeed

In his defense; he did come to inform her about the development with Charlotte although he wasn't sure if he could give the rich princess what she wants since he can't seem to keep it in his pants when he's around the woman currently laying next to him. His hand rests on the top of her head as he plays with the strands of her dark hair. "I didn't come here for that," he murmurs. He isn't sure how she doe it but she brings it out of him. He's hardly able to contain himself around her, maybe it's because with her he doesn't have to... feel like he should be better. He can be him. He brushes his tongue along his lower lip as his eyes lift up to the ceiling. He also wants to keep her, keep this to himself for a moment longer. He's not sure what he wanted to really talk about, the beats of silence almost prevents him from speaking. "When I was in New York, I opened a bar I thought I could have something that was mine, ya know? Not something I needed Mikhael for or my dad. I met a girl and all the money I borrowed from a loan shark was gone in the blink of an eye. He told me I needed to work it off." His fingertips playing with the strands of her hair. "I started fighting for him, I would let myself get the shit beat out of me when the night bet against me, I would fight for my life when they voted for me." He glances to her. "My last fight, I put this guy in the hospital." He whispers. "My brother found out recently." He narrows his gaze. "He's blackmailing me and I'm not surprised but I have no fucking idea what to do."

#archibald fowler — threads.#threads — mimi martinez.#— plantfeed.#verse — marina murders.#blackmail tw

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cantfightmoonlight · 4 months

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@linden-reed

"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm going to kill that little witch," Jasmine cursed to herself as she emerged from the shadows at the location marked in blood on the map only to find herself starring face to face with her brother and not her dad. What was the point in trapping a witch with tracking magic and forcing them to do your bidding if they were only going to give you the location of the wrong family member? "Sorry, bro. But, I'm looking for our dear old dad. You haven't happened to see him, have you? Because apparently, when I tried to track him, I got you, which as you can imagine, is hardly helpful."

#linden ft. jasmine #c: jasmine #lunarcoveevent9 #abduction tw #kidnapping tw #blackmail tw

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domripley · 6 months

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Im going so feral I need him to blackmail me into being good for Rhea because she ordered him to and he’s mami’s good boy

-💜

Absolutely-

#anon 💜#anon #answered #blackmail tw #dark au #dark rhea #dark dom

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whorifics · 1 year

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“ it’s not a personal thing. ” just good old fashioned blackmail. / @lvciddreamt

#lvciddreamt #* paola bracho / int .#blackmail tw

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whumpwillow · 2 years

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Something I've been thinking about recently.

Caretaker and Whumpee have been friends for awhile. With caretaker often being the mom friend, reminding whumpee to not overwork themselves and such. Whumpee has always found caretaker a sholder to cry on.

But Caretaker notices Whumpee isn't doing ok. They soon learn Whumpee is being threatened by Whumper, someone that they knew in the past. Caretaker and Whumpee come up with a plan to stop Whumper, but it doesn't go well, whumpee and Caretaker split up, with Caretaker chasing after Whumper. A few hours pass and they get a text from whumper "This isn't what we agreed on you giving me, but I'll take your new offer." Attached to the text, a picture of Caretaker, brusied and unconscious.

Now Whumper uses Caretaker as blackmail, everytime Whumpee messes up, is late, trys to find them, ect. Caretaker takes the punishment and a photo is sent to Whumpee. (To be continue)

oh no! blackmail must be so hard to deal with...the consequences...the stress...the tension and the worry...

#blackmail #blackmail tw #does that need a tw?#kidnapping tw #kidnapped whumpee #held hostage #willow answers #answered asks #whump #whump prompts #whump ideas #whump prompt #whump tropes #whump trope #whump idea #whump inspiration #whump scenario #whump scenarios

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darkdoverpseeker · 2 months

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Looking for 25+ F interested in college-based roleplay. Playing doubles, where each of us have a 'good' and 'bad' student. 75:25 Story:Smut ratio. Dark themes include but not limited to. Drug Use Somnophilia Blackmail

Dubcon

OOC friendly. Let's have fun and get creative.

like if interested !

#fandomless rp #oc x oc #1x1 rp #25+#dead dove #dead dove do not eat #dubcon tw #drugs tw #blackmail tw #rp #roleplay #discord roleplay #discord rp

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detectiveconnor · 2 years

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i just think it’s worth saying, if photos of your muse in a compromising position/etc were sent to connor in an effort to blackmail/shame/embarrass/etc your muse. connor would receive them, destroy them, and never mention them again except to ask if your muse is alright. maybe trace their source if it would aid in pressing charges. he is very firmly in the “i was never meant to see this and so I will act like I never did” camp, it does not matter what the information or image is, if it was not meant for him its content will not enter into how he views your muse at all. that’s the post

#ingrid talks #i Would enjoy. yes this is a v specific thing but i Would enjoy 'i received [photo]' threads actually that might be fun #hm #anyway. or even photos of connor! idk photos are an underused device #write photo-related things #blackmail tw

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ogdencollegerp · 1 year

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FALL 2022 SEMESTER PLOT SUMMARY

When the students of Ogden College all returned at the end of August 2022, ready for a new school year, the whispers buzzed about campus, all of them with one thing in common - no one had heard from the campus GOLDEN GIRL, Greer Morrison. She was the center of everything at Ogden - surely she’d be back soon. She even still won homecoming queen, after which everyone on campus received a mysterious text from someone who called themselves G. It wasn’t her, was it ??

Apparently not, because the very next morning, Greer Morrison was declared a missing person.

As her disappearance was investigated, first by local cops and then by the FBI being involved, THE GOLDEN GIRL wasn’t quite as absent from campus as one would expect. Letters from her appeared in several people’s rooms on two separate occasions, and the entire semester, the mysterious texts from G continued, containing knowledge of secrets only Greer had known. G didn’t hesitate about using that to their advantage - playing games with the students, teasing them into doing their biddings and daring them to reveal truths about themselves they never would’ve anyways.

A black out on campus led to the perfect opportunity for someone to break into the office the investigation team had taken over, getting their hands on the notes the cops had - with a popular anonymous campus gossip blog making it clear that someone on campus had these files, and wasn’t afraid to use them. Making everything everyone said in confidence to the officers....completely fair game, with the potential to be leaked at any moment.

It’s possible that either of these people - the one who was calling themselves G, the one who broke into the investigation office, or maybe even Greer herself - decided to toy with everyone even further. Because on halloween, just a short week after Greer’s birthday, something spooky was afoot. Clues were left - clues containing flight information, clues of Greer’s journal entries (redacted, of course, so there was no real info), and perhaps most ominous of all, notes, warnings of the circumstances in which Greer left.

This certainly wasn’t a normal missing persons case any longer. If it ever had been.

The gossip blog wasn’t done tormenting all the students yet - no, they had been quiet. And because of that, it seemed people had forgotten about them far too easily. So they decided to come back with a bang, teasing everyone that they had seen the time capsule videos the students had recorded, only to be released in fifty years.

As one can imagine, there was a lot of sensitive information on there. Including a video of THE GOLDEN GIRL herself. A video that led to her boyfriend at the time she vanished, THE NAIVE NEWCOMER, being expelled, walked off campus in handcuffs one morning.

Thanks to the new information provided by the time capsules, the officers were back - this time with a much heavier FBI presence, looking into Greer’s disappearance. Everyone on campus was dragged in to meet with them, some people’s interviews going better than others. Like, much better. After these interviews, the officers had a list of of suspects - people they trusted, people they thought knew something, and people they thought might’ve actually had a hand in Greer’s disappearance.

To make it all better (read: worse), G somehow immediately knew who they had liked, sending those few students information. More clues, with no context.

But now, a tumultuous semester behind them, the school provided all expenses paid trip for the holiday’s, starting shortly after Christmas and extending into the New Year. It was January 1st, in fact, when the snow started falling, leaving the students in a chalet, the after party extended indefinitely as they waited for the weather to clear - which was only prolonged when the power went out. Of course, as the students partied, a new year didn’t mean everything that had been plaguing them was left in 2022. Instead, it was all dragged in with them, when a student, Penelope Klein, was found dead, leaving people feeling like there was no way this was just a coincidence - it had to tie into Greer somehow.

With all of this hanging over their heads, it’s a wonder the students of Ogden College were able to focus on school at all. Every corner they turned, their secrets were being dangled over their heads, loyalty was being tested, and the looming question that all of them had to face still had no answer - what if they had something to do with why Greer left ??

Or, even worse - what if they were the ones blamed for it ??

#death tw #blackmail tw #ogdenplot #just a lil summy sum for what happened in the fall semester <3 #kinda feel bad for these kids now

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theprofessionalpromptmaker · 6 months

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Bank Transfer Day & National Love Your Red Hair Day

Person A runs a rare sperm/egg bank, collecting the rarest genes among humans to be offered up to wealthy buyers wanting rare gene designer babies. One day, their bank has a break in and the attempted burglar has a very rare physical feature - one that Person A has yet to possess in their bank. The burglar, Person B, was upset with Person A’s business practices of capitalizing on genetic traits associated with shrinking ethnic groups, but Person A blackmails them that they will not go to the police if Person B donates their genes to the bank.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #obscure holiday prompt #genetic modification au #fertility au #science fiction au #criminal au #crime au #blackmail tw

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cantfightmoonlight · 5 months

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Slow Down You Crazy Child - Self Para

@silaschamberlain (cause I wrote a self para between my own two charries - ignore the typos... there are probably a lot of them)

Fear was simply chemistry in the brain. It was the hypothalamus reacting by releasing a series of chemicals to the sympathetic nervous and the adrenal cortical systems. The 'stress hormones' were there to kick the body into high gear. Only it was working. With her body now completely stiff, Jas slowly reached down towards her boot where the blade she carried with her was safety tucked away, her eyes not stray from the front door of her apartment that had been left ajar.

It had been locked when she left and unless Efe had decided to use his body as ram to break the lock, the door could only mean one thing. He was here. She had hoped she might be able to leave town in time, but of course, he'd come sooner than anticipated, as if to intentionally thwart what he knew her next move would be. It wouldn't be particularly fun to torture someone's loved ones without them around, now would it?

"You got tired of your cell, did you?" Jasmine called into the living room as she moved to nudge the door open with the tip of her combat boot. She may have already packed her bag, planning on heading out of town first thing in the morning in the hopes that she may be able to lure him away from Lunar Cove. But, now, any attempt of leading him out of town had gone out the window. Silas Chamberlain had decided to tempt his own fate and, as long as he was in Lunar Cove, no one she cared about would be safe.

"And what if I did?" A deep and shiver-inducing rumble of a voice called back. "Is that anyway to greet your old man, hm? Little gem?"

Rather than humor him with some semblance of a rebuttal, Jas' eyes traced the dark muddy footprints across the hardwood floor of the living room over to where her room was tucked away. Splotches of red mixed in the dirt that had been tracked around the space as if her apartment was his to deface. Great. Just great.

"Leaving so soon?" Silas voice rang out once more as she heard the distinct sound of her duffle bag being shaken around before the bag with the few precious belongings she had hastily packed up was flung through the entrance of her room and across the floor. A few polaroid pictures of her and her mom and another of her and Nico went spilling out. One of them falling face down into the mud Silas had left from his boots. "It's a good thing I came when I did. I almost missed you."

"The horror," The sarcasm broke from Jas' lips as her gaze remained hyper focused on the photograph now laying in god knows what. "Did you track blood in here?"

"'Oh no, did I?'" He feigned a gasp. Finally emerging from the bedroom, the man raked his hands back through his hair, casually crossing one leg over the over as he leaned back against the door frame. "I redecorated your bedroom too while I was at. Thought it could use some sprucing up a bit. You don't mind, do you, little gem? I mean, after all, as far as I could tell, you were already on your way out."

"What do you want, dad?" Her voice sounded foreign and empty as she finally raised her head to meet her old man's gaze. The word dad being tact onto the end in an attempt to appease him.

"Always straight to the point with you, huh? But, fine, fine. I'll let you be a buzzkill just this once. Wouldn't want to dampen my good day and all. You see, I got an apartment here in town, can you believe it? You'd think they'd do a better background check, but I still need to get the wifi installed and-"

"Will you get to the point?" She mumbled out, watching his twisted grin only growing as she had the audacity to actually cut him off and mid-sentence at that.

"Well, if you'd let me finish, I would tell you about how I happened to make a friend. Loveliest gullible idiot you'll ever meet, let me tell you. We barely exchanged five words and he was already offering up his wifi password. What was his name exactly? Nick?"

No. Her gaze sharpened into slits as she shot daggers his way with her eyes.

"No. Was it Enzo? Eh, that can't be right."

"Fuck you."

"Oh, I remember now. Nico. That was it. You wouldn't happen to know him, would you, Gem? He wouldn't happen to be your little boyfriend now, would he? And yet, you never seemed to mention him once, now did you?"

"Fuck you," She gasped out, her hands shot forwards to release a blast of air in his direction, but he was already ready. The moment she unleashed her magic at him, she went flying backwards with his mind. Her head slammed back against the kitchen cabinets as she watched her father's eyes darken.

"You didn't even bother to call. Now, what the hell was that about, hm?" He asked, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side as he watched his own daughter squirm from where her body was being levitated up in the air. And as any 'good father' would, he was quick to give his daughter a reminder of what happens if she disobeyed him. Her body convulsed under the shock of being ever so 'slightly' electrocuted.

"Come on, Jas. I taught you better than that," He hummed out as he released the hold he had of her with his mind, watching in amusement as she collapsed onto her hands and knees. "If you're going to show off, you might as well show me something worth being impressed by, hm? Now, where is that dark magic I've heard so much about? Where's the little girl who brought her sister back from the dead and without me having to ask. For a moment there, I was almost proud. But, this?" He took a step back so that he could motion towards her sad hunched over state. "This is pathetic. Now, where were we? Oh yes!" With less than a moment's warning, Silas' dark gaze shifted into a gleeful grin. Bending down so that he was now eye level with his daughter, he reached forward. His fingers curled around her chin as he directed her sharp gaze back to his with one rough yank. "About that favor you owe me? It's time to collect, little one."

A shudder ran down Jas' spine as she thought back to when she was a sixteen year-old girl who stupidly picked up the phone to call her dad. Dad, help, please, please, she's not breathing. Dad, oh my god. Dad, what do I do? What do I do? Her mom had just died. Suffocated before her very own eyes from her magic no less and she was scared. Petrified. She just wanted to take it back. She would have given anything to take it back, but the Delaney-Yassin's were already on their way and what were her mom's friends going to think when they found her standing over her mother's body in some shady motel room? So, the naive teenager listened when her dad told it would be okay and how to take care of it. But, as with the magic they practiced, a favor from him didn't come without a cost.

"What do you want?" Jasmine's voice was no more than a hoarse whisper as she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for him to get on with it.

"Well," He murmured out, taking his time to draw out each syllable. "I can't exactly get to know my kids with the Council on my back, now can I? Oh don't look at me like that. You should be thrilled, Jaz, it's a simple favor really. Nothing quite to the same scale of asking someone to help you hide a body. I just am asking you stick around with your boyfriend and your family. Be a good girl and keep your pretty little mouth shut. Now, you can do that, can't you? You used to be so good at keeping our secrets. As far as anyone's concerned, I'm not in town and, if your siblings come asking, you tell them about how much of a grade A father I was."

Yeah, if A stands for asshole, She thought, but didn't dare to utter it out loud. "And what if the Council starts to figure it out?"

"Well, then I may need you to distract them for me. But, think about this way, Jazzy, you do this favor for me and I'll let you out. You can do your whole little rebellious teenager thing without a watcher in sight. Play house to your heart's content with that pet of yours who hasn't even invited you into his house. I really can't understand the appeal of him unless it's to keep the Pack under your thumb. But, that's besides the point. You'll be free to travel around to your heart's content until you inevitably fuck up again and decide you need me and the Coven. What do you say, gem? You owe me one."

"I just have to keep quiet?"

"Mums the word. Either that or you and all of your friends end up like your mum. Dead in some ditch or should I say ditches. Where did you burry her exactly again?"

Jasmine had never wanted to kill someone more than she did her own father. But, that was the thing about family, wasn't it? As much as she despised the man standing before her and, oh did she despise him, it didn't matter how powerful of a witch she was. He was still family. He was still her blood and, now matter how many times she tried, she could never bring herself to fully go through with it.

"Deal," She mumbled out after a prolonged breath as she slowly pulled herself up to her feet.

"Good girl," Silas smiled as he gave her cheek a not so light pat. "And, with that, I'll let you get back to it. Your place is a mess by the way. Someone should really clean all of this up," He exclaimed as if he hadn't been the one to leave her apartment in such a state.

Jasmine stood there and watched him as he turned to leave. He was halfway across the room before she finally called out, "Whose blood is it anyway?" Her gaze tilted back down the the muddy and blood stained footprints he had tracked in before glancing back up at him in question.

"No one you need to worry about, hun. But, they did have quite the taste in clothes, now didn't they?" He mused, spinning around on the balls of his feet as if to show off the new outfit he had stolen from the recently deceased.

"You're sick you know that?"

"Love you too, kiddo. Love you too."

#silas ft. jasmine #c: jasmine #abuse tw #murder tw #blood tw #suffocation tw #electrocution tw #blackmail tw

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atrocitahs · 21 days

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PSA: This is not scientifically accurate by ANY means, I'm pulling stuff out of my ass.

The Beginning.

When Octavius was crafting the artificial fetus, she took DNA from an anonymous, consenting volunteer (male) and injected into the fetus. It was now mixed with her own and the volunteer's material. Unbeknownst to Olivia, the male volunteer happened to possess a dormant X gene down to the offspring. It was far too hidden to be detected. The gene would not be visible until Ramsey was older, five or so. Ben was astute, and knew that a child created in a lab like one of Alchemax's would turn out to be... Unique, as he often put it to her. So he kept an eye on his kid, waiting for any powers that may manifest.

When the spider was brought home on accident, it bit Ramsey. But this spider wasn't radioactive, nor genetically enhanced. The only reason the power developed was because that spider awoke the X gene in their body, thus setting off the mutation process.

Edmund Elliott.

How is he involved now? As stated previously, he enjoys collecting rare species of animals and experimenting with their DNA. He only heard of Ramsey post Ben's death. They were twenty, around a year and a half after the Alchemax explosion. Elliott dug into Ben's file and discovered that he had a child, and that said child's DNA was logged into the databanks. So he erased Ramsey's existence from Alchemax and transferred it to his own private data cache, where he would devote his free time studying this lab grown mutant. It didn't take him long to connect the dots between the spider person flying around New York and the missing child of the renowned geneticist. So he took his chance, worming his way into Ramsey's life and manipulating them into willingly giving him their genetic code for 'study', as he claims.

Ramsey figured out what he was doing eventually, and severed the connection. But it was too late. He already knew his secret identity, and could use it to blackmail her. So it's all a balancing act, keeping Elliott satisfied by continuing to give him what he wanted, and maintaining the charade of being the city's only Spiderman.

#headcanon. //#manipulation tw #abuse tw #blackmail tw

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