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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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Graveyard Siblings (3)

Some for revenge and some sibling bonding.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)

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Adrien was next to be visited. Plagg woke him up from his sleep.

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“Kit, wake up. I want camembert.”

“Plagg, silence. You are not getting any cheese if you do that.”

“Sorry, Adrien but you are not my ‘master’ anymore.”

“Plagg? Why are you here? Where’s the ring?”

“The ring is as far away as possible and kept safely away. I am here because someone wants to talk to you.”

“Who?”

A cloaked, hooded figure stepped out of the shadows to his room.

“Kitty. My Chaton. Did you miss me?” A sweet, familiar but yet so terrifying voice came from the figure.

She pulled down the hood to reveal Ladybug with a wicked-looking black mask with white lenses.

“What am I talking about? You do miss me. Your Bugaboo. Too bad I don’t feel the same, Adrien.”

Lightning flashed and it started to rain. The mask was gone, revealing his dead classmate, Marinette with chilling red eyes. The pigtails grew longer and curved upwards, giving the illusion of her having horns. Twin blades flashed and she leaped towards him. (Damian gave them to her with some lessons in exchange for spending time with, babysitting, the kwamis.)

Adrien scrambled away from the bed in the nick of time. A sword impaling the spot where he just was.

“Plagg, help. Where is the ring? I need to transform.”

“Sorry, kitten. I am not telling you. Even if you did have the ring, it’s not going to be much help.”

“Kitty, stay still. Then, we can be together. Just like you wanted.”

Adrien continued to dodge.

“What do you mean?” He all but screamed at Plagg.

“Pigtails, here, is a vengeful spirit. She’s not going to stop until she is satisfied. How about asking her what she wants?”

“Ladybug, what do you want?”

“What I wanted was a partner I could rely on, someone I can trust with my life, someone who wouldn’t stab me in the back for his own selfish gain. I wanted a friend who would have my back and not tell me to keep quiet at the price of my mental health and my relationships with people I care about. WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!”

She managed to get a cut on his left cheek.

Soon, he was on the ground, bleeding out on the round.

“Tell Hawkmoth that he better watch out. Because-” lightning struck and Plagg and Ladybug had disappeared, “his downfall is coming.” Her voice echoed through his room.

Adrien laid bleeding until Natalie opened the door after hearing a crash from the room and came to check on him. As she called an ambulance for Adrien, she wondered if it wasn’t too late to ask for redemption and be spared from Ladybug’s wrath for her part in her murder.

Adrien had the word ‘TRAITOR’ carved into his back. Forever reminding him of his crimes.

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He wasn’t in school for a week after the incident. They all were told that Adrien had an accident while fencing.

Gabriel was a little panicking now.

He hired an exorcist, (John Constantine got a hefty amount and did a few flashy magic tricks to appease Gabriel but he didn’t lift the curse Maria put on the place. She is not someone to be on the bad side of and he thinks that he can’t lift it even if he wanted to.)

Emilie gets a little sus at Gabriel when he brought this strange man with a British accent into their home after their son got attacked in his own room with security tighter than Fort Knox.

She doesn’t buy that ‘accident’ bullshit that her husband, son and even Natalie tries to sell her. She thinks it is connected to what happened while she was in a coma.

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Adrien has a curse too.

(Credit to @raeuberprinzessin for giving me an idea)

He couldn’t act like the ‘Perfect Adrien’ in public anymore. Acting more like Chat Noir at first then, later a spoiled brat. His friends thought that he was finally rebelling against his father and encouraged it a lot.

Adrien started criticizing other people, strangers at first then to the people working on the photoshoots to his fans to his other school mates, people in his class and his friends. (The curse planted ideas into his head about what he should say and he said them all without thinking about the effect it has on other people)

People started avoiding him not liking his attitude and his comments about how they should behave and change something about them because he doesn’t like it that way and guilt-tripping them when he doesn’t get his way. Even Nino started to distance himself after he saw how Adrien talked to a fan.

The public thought it was a phase but as he got progressively worse, people started despising him. Adrien doesn’t realize this of course so far, happy that his father let him get away with ‘ruining the Agreste image.’ (Gabriel was worried about a potential vengeful ghost and making sure his wife didn't know about his stint as a supervillain. There was also the fact that the Afterlife made more sales than him again and managed to get on the cover of Vogue when he should have, dammit.) He was finally able to say what he wanted to without repercussions. Until he realized when Nino and everyone else cancelled for a hangout for the third time that week that he was slowly losing his friends.

He panics and tries to fix the situation. He didn’t want to be alone again.

He talks to Nino about it and to his horror, he couldn’t stop himself from saying many things that were a little hurtful. (Second part. The moment he realizes he is going to be alone. He is going to find out that yes, lies can hurt people. He is going to see it happen firsthand.)

Nino moved seats and told Adrien that their friendship was on hold until he apologized.

Soon, nearly every time his mouth opened, lies and insults about his friends or their embarrassing secrets came spilling out. Everyone hated him now and Mme. Bustier tried to give him a reprimand about his behaviour, which when he tried to defend himself, he found himself unable to speak.

He managed to explain to his father what caused his unpopularity by writing what happened to him. Unfortunately due to his poor behaviour before the second part of the curse was activated, his fan base was dwindling and people didn’t like him anymore so there was a hit on the Gabriel brand.

He no longer has to do modeling, clearing his schedule. But no one would spend time with him.

The best solution he could do with his predicament was to keep quiet and endure the loneliness and the glares of his classmates at school. Adrien was relegated to the back and nearly everyone avoided him. He was now a social pariah.

Even Lila avoided him because of her own curse which made Adrien turn into one of her previous victims. (She also didn’t ponder why Marinette rarely appears compared to the others.)

If Adrien felt a tiny bit remorseful or guilty for making Marinette keep quiet or betraying Ladybug, he can gain a little control over what he says.

The curse can be broken if he apologizes to Maria herself or to her grave.

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The first few months, while Marinette adapted to living with the Waynes, Jason stayed over at Wayne Manor because having Maria living with him at his apartment wasn’t a good idea and he had no clue how to take care of a teenage girl.

On paper she is adopted by Bruce because Jason can’t. (Some CPS reasons.)

Making Jason a little more salty towards Bruce. “I found her first. I called dibs.”

Brought Maria to meet the other Outlaws and they adopted her too. “Hey, guys. She’s my sister first.”

Jason was the one to teach her how to shoot a gun because he was ‘the most capable’ of teaching her.

The first few months were a little tense with Marinette not fully trusting them and the same with the rest of the Batfam.

Jason warmed her up a bit to him by telling a little of why he took her here.

He was also the one to book them flight to Paris with Bruce’s credit card so she can tell her friends that she wasn’t dead in person.

They bonded more after stopping some nefarious plot in Paris while they were there. Let’s say Gentleman Ghost and something involving the catacombs in Paris. (I watched some Batman: Brave and the Bold for childhood nostalgia.)

Kwamis were animal-shaped and they were interesting creatures to be around. And very very curious.

There was a stressful day for Maria when all the Kwamis decided to play hide and seek. Damian somehow got roped into helping her as the only available person in the Manor and he will deny that he enjoyed it.

Damian is the little brother she always wanted and she is more tolerable compared to his brothers. There is also the fact that she trusts him with the kwamis and deep down, he feels super-honoured. (I just love older sister!Mari)

Tim and her being insomniac/coffee buddies. There has been many many interventions to stop this.

I get that Marinette is this selfless person and loves making people happy but she has siblings now and them eating the stuff she made for herself to enjoy, should get on her nerves after a while.

She makes a box with booby-traps in which she puts in her cookies and food.

There are many different layers of traps because this is the Batfam and each of them is non-lethal and more ridiculous.

Okay, I once read a fic about Marinette making a bear-trap style box to hide the Miracle Box so this box is also like that but kept for food. (Traps and Sneaks by quicksilversquared)

Someone (I vote a hungry Dick or Jason, maybe a suspicious Bruce) made a mistake of putting their hand into the box and the first trap activated.

Screams filled the house.

Everyone came down including Marinette.

Bruce asked, “Who did this?”

“It was me.”

“Why?”

“They kept eating the cookies.”

“There are other ways to stop them from doing that you know like a ‘Do Not Touch’ sign not a death trap box.”

“They are non-lethal.”

Bruce locked it away but Tim later stole it to tweak it and store his coffee. ------ (Part 4)

#graveyard siblings #maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #adrien salt #adrien bashing #platonic jasonette #platonic daminette

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ohnopoe · 3 years

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Main Attraction | Jack Daniels

Ship: Jack Daniels x afab!Reader Summary: Going undercover can be fun, but sometimes the target isn’t the only one you find yourself distracting Word Count: 2.5k+ Author’s Note: This is my INSANELY late entry for the wonderful @din-damn-djarin‘s Song Prompt Writing Challenge! My song was, of course, Main Attraction by Jeremy Renner. Also, super sorry, I do try and keep my readers as gender neutral as possible, but this one just kinda happened!

The job was simple, well, as simple as it could be when partnered with none other than Jack Daniels himself. You’d been briefed, of course, taken note of every detail Champ had thrown in your direction, but the truth of it was, you hardly needed it.

Your role was one you’d played before, hell, you’d played it so damn often that it was practically second nature at this point.

You were the distraction.

So many times you’d been tasked with the role, especially as one of the very few female agents at Statesman, and often it was a lot of fun. High class, expensive balls, exclusive events you’d never attend otherwise. It had left your wardrobe bustling with beautiful dresses and outfits that Champ saw no reason for you not to keep, each attached with memories of fun filled nights where you kept the bad guys captivated as whichever agent you were partnered with did the heavy lifting, searching for whatever it was you were after.

There was something ethereal about standing before your wardrobe, running your fingers over gowns you could never dream to afford otherwise, they were a hint at another life, the life of your covers, of something luxurious and exquisite, something many dreamt of.

But those gowns remained exactly where they belonged tonight, on hangers and dust covers, safe at home and far from the dangers of your job.

No, this distraction asked for something very different. It wasn’t about long flowing gowns, or diamonds that caught even the subtlest of lighting, shining their brilliance throughout the room. Tonight called for something far from all of that, but just as captivating, if the glances Jack had been throwing your way were anything to go off.

The drive had been surprisingly quiet, in fact, you would have been worried that Jack was actually nervous, had you not caught the way he quickly glanced away when you caught him staring at the high hemline of your skirt out of the corner of his eye.

You’d been on missions like this together plenty of times before, with plunging necklines and slits up your thigh that were meant to keep the gaze of anyone who so much as glanced past you. And every time that you did, he would be there with some flirtatious comment that would have had your cheeks burning if you didn’t know he did the same to just about anyone with legs.

But this was different, it was as though the tight little dress had stolen not just his words, but his ability to think straight.

It had been almost amusing as you arrived at the secretly shady club. The way he refused to meet your gaze, the way his hand hovered against the small of your back as you entered, where he would usually happily use the excuse to play to the role, his hand slipping just a little lower than necessary.

But, that was then.

Two hours ago.

You’d been in the club for two damn hours, with all manner of lecherous men taking in what they could of your rather exposed body, and if that wasn’t getting old quick, the lack of progress certainly was.

Surely, he had to have found the papers you were after by now, it wasn’t as if the secretive sub-basement was even that big to begin with. But still, your comms remained irritatingly Jack free.

Songs bled from one to another, without any real hint as to where one ended and another begun. And you continued to dance, continued to throw just enough flirtatious glances over to the men you knew were using the club as a front for, well, let’s say nefarious activities, to keep them where they were, to keep them well away from the mission Jack was on.

But then he was there, lingering off to the side, against a wall; as if he could ever truly blend in. How no one else noticed a fucking cowboy in a club, you had no idea. How none of the women that passed him by bothered to give a second look, well, that astounded you. Even in the most ridiculous of outfits, he stole your attention at every turn, yet there he was, the covert agent of the two of you. Champ must have been losing his damn mind.

Catching his gaze, you raised a brow in question, hoping he had what you were after so you could get the hell out of there, but he gave nothing away as his lips slowly drew into a smirk, eyes drinking you in as you continued to dance amongst the crowd.

“Jack,” your voice was low over your comms, a warning tone, but the way his gaze instantly met yours gave you no sense of accomplishment, no, he was enjoying this too much. “Please tell me we can move soon.”

And there it was again, that damn silence that had your skin crawling.

It felt unnatural for Jack to be so damned quiet. Where were the quips, the quick flirtatious lines? Hell, you’d even take criticism if it just got him to say something.

But instead he just watched and, was that a drink in his hand? Oh hell no! The bastard had clearly gone up to the bar at some point to order a drink, and there you were, still putting on a show for men who made your stomach curl.

“That drink better mean you got it,” you muttered once more, watching the way his lips curled into a more prominent smirk as he took in your words. But still, he didn’t respond, simply watching you over his glass of whiskey as he took a long, slow sip of the watered down liquor.

Damn that man.

If he didn’t have it, you were going to have to think of something, and quickly. There was only so long you could keep the targets on the perfect level between intrigued and not actually trying anything, without losing their interest all-together.

But if he did have it, oh, you were going to kick his ass when you got out of there.

Movement at the booth before you captured your attention. Some of the group were on the move, and it looked awfully like they were getting ready to go back to business, to go downstairs… where Jack was meant to steal the papers you needed.

Glancing back towards where Jack had been lingering against the wall, you were met with an empty space that had you gulping nervously. Hopefully, he had noticed they were on the move, hell, hopefully he’d already taken what he needed to so you could be out of there already.

In your panicked thoughts, you didn’t even notice the way a new body shifted through the dance floor until the warmth of their body radiated through the thin fabric of you little red dress.

“Relax, it’s just me,” Jack’s voice was like velvet, that southern twang drawing out each word languidly. It was the same tone he used when you needed to calm down, when your fears and anxieties got the best of you. The same tone he used when convincing you to rest, to let him take the first shift and just get some sleep while he looked after you both. It was the same tone he used when the others couldn’t hear him over the comms, when work slipped away, and Jack was just- Jack.

And it worked, for all of a few seconds. Your shoulders dropped, your body unwinding from the tight coil it had wound itself up in defensively. It worked, until you remembered the bastard still hadn’t actually told you if he’d got the damned papers.

“Jack, if you don’t have-”

“Relax, I got it,” he interrupted, each word dancing over your skin, his lips so damn close to your ear that there was no way anyone could over hear him.

Humming in approval, and finally feeling the calming effect that having Jack by your side on the job always seemed to bring, you began to turn towards him, only to have him stop you.

His hands were playing against the fabric of your dress, so light you could almost believe you were imagining the gently caresses, were it not for the warmth he emanated.

Your words were oddly reluctant as you spoke again, your mind desperate to remind you of the job at hand, no matter how much your heart and body wanted to lose themselves to the man behind you. “Then can we go?”

“Don’t wanna rush off too quick, do we? Might cause a fuss,” and while normally you might argue, might point out that every minute spent in the humid club was another minute for the target to realise what you had taken, you couldn’t quite find it in yourself to fight him.

Not when those large hands spread out against your waist, holding you with that same lingering care that had you catching your breath when you arrived. Not when his breath danced over the bare skin of your neck and shoulder, so light that you worried it would draw out goosebumps. Not when the smell of his cologne was filling your senses, intoxicating and captivating.

No, maybe one dance wasn’t the worst idea, especially as it gave you an excuse to raise your hands behind you, to sink your fingers into the small curls at the base of Jack’s neck as he hummed happily against you.

Even the music, grating and loud, seemed more acceptable with Jack swaying behind you. And, sure, it was still part of the show, an excuse to leave the dwindling audience without being obvious, an out before any of them got too possessive of what they thought was all for them, but with your eyes closed, and the warmth of his body pressed up against yours, for a moment, you could pretend.

You could pretend that it was real, that you were just out for a night off with the man that had captured your attention the moment he tilted his stupid hat in your direction. You could pretend that his hands wandering against you reverently were truly filled with the care and devotion that they played at. You could pretend that this was completely normal.

It was over too soon, but even in your blissed out moment of daydreaming, you couldn’t begin to pretend that it was still the same harsh electronic beat that had begun when he had sidled up behind you, even if it seemed Jack was in no great hurry to leave either.

But you had to, especially now that the group you had been keeping an eye on was dwindling even further as you found yourself distracted by Jack’s touch.

Pulling your hands from him felt like a magnitudinous feet, something you ought to be proud of as you turned in his hold. He didn’t back away, didn’t remove his hands from your waist, he merely stood there, staring down at you with a look in his eyes that- no, that was a trick of the fluorescent lights. There was nothing there, but the usual mischief that always lingered beneath the surface.

“We should go,” when had your voice turned so soft?

“We should,” he agreed, but made no move to leave, lingering there in the moment, until it seemed as though a switch had been flicked within him, and he was pulling away. “Come on,” he nodded towards the doorway, hand taking yours so gently that it had your heart thumping away in your chest almost violently.

The cold air of the night hit you the moment you made it outside, and with it came your wits. Jack’s hand was dropping your own in an instant, as if it had burnt him, and any feelings of warmth that had been brewing within you left at the movement. And then those thoughts were there, questions and irritations, bubbly away below the surface, now taking centre stage as you searched your bag for the keys.

It wasn’t safe to linger on the softness you felt towards your fellow agent, it would only end in heartache, only cause you issues on the job. But anger, irritation, that was much safer.

Your steps were fast, desperate to put as much distance between you and the club as possible as you focused on the brewing rage.

You could focus on the way he waited, stood on the sidelines as you distracted the target, as he took his time when you should have been making your way far from the club. You could focus your attention on the completely unpredictable manner his personality seemed to shift, emotions flaring from playful and light to silence in a matter of seconds, without a hint of explanation. You could focus on your damn job, the reason you were there in the first place.

“You want to tell me what took you so damn long?” you were fuming as you started the car, not daring to look towards the source of your irritation.

“What can I say, I was distracted,” he answered so easily that it only stoked the fire within you.

“By what Jack?” your tone was harsh, harsher than it had ever been directed towards him as you peeled out of the carpark, ready to merge amongst the masses and lose any trace of you in the crowd. “You were standing there for god knows how long, and you must have found the papers beforehand- so I don’t see what-”

“By you sugar,” he interrupted with a warm chuckle that fought to melt the icy barrier you had placed around your heart once more. And it was working, hell, it always worked. It was like he was your own personal kryptonite, and it left you floundering.

“By- what are you- Jack, this isn’t funny. If I’m going to have to report to Champ about why it took us a damn hour longer than expected, I want a serious answer.”

Silence answered you, filling the car just as it had on the way to the club, but it was different now. Emotions fought against one another, and it was stifling.

And then, just as you thought you couldn’t take another damn second of his silence, he spoke, humour and something you couldn’t quite place filling his tone, making it softer than you had expected. “You’re kidding, right?”

You didn’t reply, only throwing a deadly serious glare his way to show just how much you were not kidding, before returning your attention to the road.

“We’ve done a few of these now, you distracting, me going in… Don’t get me wrong, you look downright gorgeous in those gowns of yours, but this-” he paused, nodding towards the dress you were sporting, the dress that hadn’t come from Statesman, but was something you had bought yourself, albeit some years ago. “You’re stunnin’, and I don’t just mean because I can get a good look at you.”

You almost hated the way your body betrayed you at his words, your glare softening, a smile beginning to play at your lips at him just being, well, him.

“This is more you, and you, well, you’re the perfect distraction, darlin’.”

#jack daniels #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #kingsman #my fic

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killian-whump · 5 years

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Random questions: have you seen/are you going to see the new Aladdin? What do you think awaked whump in your childhood? When did you realize what whump was? Do you have any pets? If you do please tell them that they are very good and give them pets for me. What are your top 5 favorite whump tropes? Do you prefer hurt/comfort or hurt/no comfort? Have you ever told anyone that you liked whumpy and they discovered they liked whump? (Sorry if any are too personal) you are the best!!💖💖💖💖

NO, NONNY - YOU’RE THE BEST!!!

Okay, time to answer all of these! :D

Have you seen/are you going to see the new Aladdin?Oh, of course! I won’t be seeing it in the theater though, so it’ll take me awhile to see it. But once it’s available for rent/streaming - I’m definitely gonna see it. I have to see how they handle that super whumpy drowning scene, after all ;) I’ve already seen some GIFs of the genie and him AFTER the drowning... but I gotta see the bondage/gag and the actual drowning. I hope they don’t let me (and, like, a million other whumpers and also all the gay men who love bondage) down! No pressure or anything, Disney, just don’t fuck it up.

What do you think awakened whump in your childhood?Oh, gosh. I honestly don’t know WHAT awakens the love of whump in people, despite all of my wondering about it. It does seem like most of us start loving it in our childhoods, and I’m certainly no different. But it seems like we just... see something and like it. It feels less like it inspired us to like it than that it was inevitable that we’ll like it and it just depends on whatever it is we see first. For me, it was either old daytime reruns of the 1960s Batman series, or a particularly long General Hospital storyline, where one of the characters was held captive in a dog kennel for weeks while her two lovers (one her ex-husband, one her current one, both still in love with her) searched for her. The kidnapper taunted them continually, and even sent photos of her suffering to upset them. It was great. That storyline and the Batman shows are my fondest memories of whump as a kid. It wasn’t until a while later that I saw some of the classic Disney whump a lot of whumpers found in their childhood - for some reason, I never saw Sleeping Beauty until high school, and Aladdin came out around the same time.

When did you realize what whump was?Oh, gosh. Well, whump wasn’t even a thing until I was in high school, I think, in the 90s when Stargate: Atlantis was on. And I wasn’t into that show at the time, and the term kind of fell out of favor and lost popularity after that show. It didn’t really “catch on” in any other fandoms or in fandom in general until the more recent resurgence of the term here on Tumblr :) Before that, we all mostly made do with the “hurt/comfort” tag or with the gay community’s “get” content and various other things that would pop up. The X-Files community was where I first got involved with other people loving what we now call whump. There was a website that collected all the hurt/comfort (and just plain hurt ;)) stories in the fandom, and it was called Mulder Torture Anonymous. It was HEAVEN. And, sadly, I never found anything else remotely like it until all of these wonderful whump blogs started showing up on Tumblr. HEAVEN REBORN :D

Incidentally, Mulder Torture Anonymous is one of the main inspirations for my blog - both the content (obviously) and the organization.

Do you have any pets?Not anymore. I’ve almost always had pets before now, but our last one was this absolutely adorable little dog (a chihuahua/spaniel mix, like a miniature spaniel) who was ridiculously intelligent and affectionate and... I have never seen a smarter animal with anywhere near as big of a personality. She passed on about 2 years ago, and my entire family has agreed that, quite honestly, any other dog/pet we could possibly get just simply wouldn’t live up to her memory. And none of us want to adopt another dog that we’ll constantly feel isn’t as special as that one was. She basically ruined us all for other pets, haha, but we feel like having her in our lives was the greatest blessing we could ever ask for.

What are your top 5 favorite whump tropes?Captivity!!! I love long term captivity, when the whumpee is kidnapped and held somewhere, long enough for them to start breaking down and losing hope and all that wonderful stuff. Kidnappings in general are great. Bondage, as well. I love mental institution tropes, where the whumpee is being held against their will in an asylum run by nefarious people. And RESCUES! I love rescues. I hate it when whumpees free themselves or get set free by the bad guys. There HAS to be a big rescue at the end of the scenario, or I feel unsatisfied.

Do you prefer hurt/comfort or hurt/no comfort?Oh, I have to have the comfort!!! I mean, don’t get me wrong - if there’s no comfort, I’ll still enjoy the hurt. But if there’s no comfort in the content as its presented, I’ll feel unsatisfied and usually have to imagine the comfort for myself. Unfortunately, that happens a lot with TV shows and movies, where they chintz out on the comfort. That’s usually when I end up stealing their hurt scene and re-writing it with my favorite whumpee du jour and adding some damn comfort on the end. Gotta have the comfort. It’s like the whump version of a money shot.

Have you ever told anyone that you liked whumpy and they discovered they liked whump?Honestly, I feel like making this blog was that for me XD When I started it, there was only a handful of active whump blogs, and only a couple of Hook fans being outwardly obvious about loving to “torture” the pirate - and even then, it was usually with angst and emotional suffering ;) When I started, I wasn’t worried about being accepted in the whump community, though I was worried a lot of people wouldn’t be interested in such a narrowly specific whump blog. It was the Once community I was worried about - I expected to either be chased out of town entirely or more or less ignored by most folks XD I honestly never expected so many Hook fans to embrace me and my blog, and not only accept that I like whump, but to admit they like it too! It’s part of the reason why I will die on the hill of Colin/Hook having the best fandom around - because the warmth and acceptance I’ve gotten here, even amongst those who don’t like whump at all, has been nothing short of legendary.

Between the Whump Community and Colin’s Fandom, I really could not ask for a better bunch of folks to blog with and be friends with

#about me #anonymous #kw ask box

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claraskent · 6 years

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⋆ ◦ ° ☾ chloe bennet + cisfemale + she/her — have you met clara kent? they are a twenty six year old known around town as the deadpan snarker. they’ve been in the gang life for three years, and currently work for the gang as a soldier. they are a heterosexual gemini, which means they are strategic + adaptable, as well as cunning + uncouth. ripped black jeans, muddy boots, split lip.

heyy it’s ya boi kevin !! I live for crime / gang rpg’s so im super excited to be here and can’t wait to interact with all your wonderful characters. I’m super sorry this intro is late && a tad long but i’m finally here !! Cara is basically a mix of two inactive muses of mine that I love && miss writing and felt would fit perfectly in Valdez !! Before I give you the deets on her here’s a quick intro on me I’m british, bisexual && obsessed with mozzarella sticks. told ya it would be quick. add me on discord daisyjohnson#7617 !! also i’ll be adding a wanted connections page tomorrow, but until then feel free to assume connections or slide into my DM’s if you think Clara would suit a wanted connection for your character !!

BACKGROUND !!

clara grew up on the bad side of town, though as a native to the city she’ll be the first to tell you there isn’t much of a ‘‘good part’ to their city when it’s a melting pot for organised crime && other nefarious activities

her family never had much money growing up, all of her clothes were hand me downs from their neighbours eldest daughter who had far grown out of the clothes they passed down to clara by the time she was old enough to fit into them.

her father worked as a security guard, working all night long and into the early hours of the morning. while her mother worked as a shift manager at one of the bars often frequented by caito’s organisation. when neither of them could find a baby sitter for clara, they’d take turns in taking her to work with them. clara would spend hours behind the bar with her mother, cleaning glasses and taking out the rubbish from as early as six years old. they didn’t have a lot of money, but they had each other and that was enough for their family

until clara’s father passed away of a heart attack, just a few weeks shy of her ninth birthday. his death was sudden and unexpected, shaking clara and her mother to their core. unlike clara, her mother never got over the death of her husband. she turned to alcohol and drugs to ease her pain, leaving a nine year old clara to take care of herself.

for the next seven years, that’s exactly what clara did until she reached the age of fifteen && grew tired of being neglected by a mother who would rather drown her feelings in a bottle of vodka than seek the help she needed, and finally packed her bag and left her mother and her string of one night stands behind. after leaving her mother and her drinking problem behind, clara had to survive on her own and she quickly learned how to pick pocket to survive. It was the easiest and quickest way to earn some quick cash in Valdez.

when she was twenty two years old, she started running with one of caito’s soldiers helping them out occasionally with jobs to earn herself some extra cash until they finally recruited her into the organisation when she was twenty three. she’s been a member of caito’s crew ever since, dealing mostly in pick-pocketing, car jackings && robberies as that’s where her skill set lies but she still does her fair share of grunt work with the rest of the soldiers.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE !!

clara stands at 5′5 with dark brown hair that cascades down her back, she has several piercings in her ears && her style is similar to that of a tomboy. ( think hayley marshall, season four / 5B daisy johnson && jessica jones ) she’s never met a pair of boots that she didn’t love.

PERSONALITY !!

clara is a loyalist to her friends && family, there isn’t anything she wouldn’t do for the ones she loves. including calling them out on their bullshit when she doesn’t agree with something they’ve done or said.

because of this she’s known to be quite blunt && tactless, as far as manners go she’s lacking in them severely and because of the lack of parental figures growing up ( a dead dad && a wasted mother ) she doesn’t always respond well to authoritative figures

at her core clara is a survivor — she’s strategic, adaptable, cunning && resilient. she survived the death of her father, her mothers losing battle with alcoholisim && managed to keep herself alive while living on the streets.

she’s known around the compound as the deadpan snarker, always quick with a witty quip or a sarcastic remark && she’s gotten good at hiding her true feelings behind her snarky retorts making it almost impossible to see past her bravado.

EXTRAS !!

three songs that would be on her spotify playlist

lorde - bravado

it's a switch flipped, it's a pill tipped back, it's a moon eclipse // and I can tell you that when the lights come on I'll be ready for this // it's in your bloodstream, a collision of atoms that happens before your eyes // it's a marathon run or a mountain you scaled without thinking of size // i was frightened of every little thing that I thought was out to get me down // to trip me up and laugh at me but // i learned not to want the quiet of a room with no one around to find me out // i want the applause, the approval, the things that make me go oh

daughter - youth

we are the reckless // we are the wild youth // chasing visions of our futures // one day we'll reveal the truth // that one will die before he gets there // and if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones // 'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone // we're setting fire to our insides for fun // collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home // it was a flood that wrecked this home

florence + the machine - howl

now there's no holding back, i'm making an attack // my blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out // the saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound // i hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground

#valdez.intro

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raven-komskaikru · 7 years

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For the lovely @roanofazgeda for her current Minty kick <3 I hope you enjoy! Legit I finished writing this and posted it, so apologies for any inaccuracies.

Monty sits in the corner of the café, drinking a cup of tea as he pours over his textbook. It’s still a month from finals, but he knows that he should start on his papers and review his materials. He loves this café, the peaceful atmosphere. It also helps that his friends work as baristas so he occasionally gets free drinks when he’s on a study binge. Dropship is a techy café with free wi-fi and an excellent view of the city’s main street, far away from campus that he doesn’t have to worry about being overwhelmed by other students.

What he doesn’t expect is when there’s a mob of people running down the road in fear. Monty knows that there’s been an increase in supervillain activity these past few months, but that doesn’t change the fact that the world keeps moving.

Ducking his head out of the door, he tries to usher as many people out of the street as possible. There are two strong supers going at it nearly a block away, and the collateral damage creates billowing clouds of ash and steam as their conflicting fire and water abilities clash. The influx of people pushes Monty out into the street, eyes wide as the supposed villain’s water attack inundates the road, knocking the student to the ground.

He picks himself up, clothes drenched, just in time to see a tidal wave pushing one of the parked cars directly at him. Monty starts moving, but he knows he’s not going to make it out of the way in time.

Closing his eyes, he braces for impact—

…only to feel a hand on his shoulder and everything to go silent and dark.

“You okay?” a guy asks, squeezing Monty’s shoulder. His voice is gruff but caring.

“I’m not dead?”

“No… but you’re stuck in the janitor’s closet of Ark University’s library.”

“How did I get here?” It takes a second before realization dawns. “You’re a super?”

“Guilty.”

“Haven’t heard of a teleporter at all.”

“I don’t like the spotlight.” The guy laughs bitterly. “More of a thief than a hero.”

“Pretty heroic for a thief, then.”

“Wait a few minutes before leaving. I don’t exactly have a super suit.”

Monty can now feel the chill of the water beginning to soak through his clothes. “You saved my life. That’s easy enough to do.”

There’s faint light as the guy exits the closet. Monty tells himself that he’s not going to tell Jasper about this guy. Definitely not. He can already feel his cheeks burning.

It’s the week before finals when Monty finds himself in another daunting situation. He was just minding his own business, typing away on his laptop in the school’s garden, enjoying the nice weather, when there’s the sound of explosions from nearby. There’s the sound of screams, so he closes his laptop and starts off running for his apartment. It’s not that far away, just a few city blocks. He puts the laptop away in his bag as he moves.

Seriously, he’s getting sick of all of these supervillains making their home in the city. Is it so much to ask for a single week without some nefarious plot to take over the world or massive destruction of the city’s buildings?

Turning the corner to the apartment he shares with a few friends, he’s caught off-guard by an explosion that creates a blast wave. He’s knocked off of his feet again, this time back up to standing in a matter of minutes. He feels someone grab his arm and tug him out of the way just as another explosion rocks the foundations of the nearby buildings.

“You really don’t know how to stay out of the line of fire, do you?” It’s a guy he’s seen a few times at school, one of the guys who normally sits at the check-out.

Monty frowns, recognizing the voice. “What, no janitor’s closet?”

The guy seems to be taken aback by that statement before grinning. “Not today.”

“I just wanted to get home. Can’t they stop for five minutes?”

“What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?” Monty retorts.

“Swear not to tell anyone I’ve got powers.”

“I swear.”

“Nathan Miller. I was in your bio class freshman year.”

“Monty Green.”

“At least I’ve got a name for the powerless guy who keeps going into the line of fire.”

I don’t mind so long as you’re the one saving me, Monty wants to retort, but he holds his tongue. After all, that’s blatantly flirtatious. Thankfully, there’s another blast that draws Nathan’s attention so that he doesn’t notice the pink staining Monty’s cheeks.

They end up meeting again the following semester when there’s a young powered girl with no handle on her recently-discovered powers. She’s got telepathy and telekinesis, and it’s strong to the point of giving people migraines whenever she loses control of her emotions. This time, she’s in the school’s cafeteria, and utensils fly around like a rotating defensive sphere of weapons.

Monty’s the only one brave enough to go up to her, trying to calm her down. The metal forks jab outwards, and he dodges them��just barely—as he walks forwards, palms open. He’s not even sure what he’s saying, not really. But it’s stories of how there are so many things that powers can be used for and how, like any ability, it’s going to take time.

The girl’s powers waver and halt, and the tinkling sound of falling utensils echoes in the mostly-empty room. Monty gives the girl a hug before feeling a hand clap against his shoulder.

“Let’s get her out of here,” the teleporter says, and in a split-second they’re out in a large, empty section of the quad.

The girl wipes her tears as Nathan gives her information for a group that can help her learn how to better use her powers. Monty watches with a small smile, realizing that this crush has developed into solidly liking Nathan Miller. He’s watching with so much adoration that he doesn’t even realize that the girl’s already left.

“Monty, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Nate.”

“Nate?” He seems taken aback by the nickname.

“Sorry, you don’t like it?”

He smiles. “I could get used to it.”

Monty breathes a sigh of relief, trying to wipe the sweat from his palms against his jeans. “That’s good.”

“You know,” Nate begins slowly, as though he’s trying to formulate the words properly, “I don’t know you at all outside of you running headfirst into danger.”

“I do not run headfirst into danger!” Monty exclaims defensively, “But it’s nice that you’re there to save me.”

Did he actually say that aloud?

Nate laughs. “I try.” He swallows. “Did you want to grab coffee or something at some point?”

Monty can’t help the wide grin that spreads across his face. It feels like there’s butterflies in his stomach, but not like the kind that accompanies exams or when he sees a huge battle in progress. It’s a good feeling.

“I think I know of a place.”

#mal writes #the 100 fic #the 100 #minty fic #my writing #minty #I don't have a title for this *sobs*

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bluephoenixdruidicprincess · 5 years

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SPN 14x11, Damaged Goods -- Right Off the Bat Thoughts (Spoilers)

Alrighty, so SPN 14x11 happened and honestly? I think this episode may be my least favorite of the season so far. I can't believe I'm putting Buck-Leming episodes above this one but I can't help what I feel. Multiple times through this episode I was asking myself, "did I get my dates wrong? Is this Buck-Leming's week?" And then I realized it also couldn't be a Buck-Leming episode because the episode wasn't filled to the hilt with plot. And I have nothing against Davy or his writing, I really don't. He's a good writer...but this episode...just, yeah. There's no getting around it or sugar coating it, this was a weak episode. It's great to see Donna again, it's great to see Mary again but you can tell this episode is nothing more than a place-holder, a means to segway into the more heavy-hitter episodes (or at least I hope that's the case, I really hope the rest of the season isn't going to be like this one). It was just very underwhelming. I think I was only actively engaged in the last 5 minutes where Dean and Sam were talking about Dean's grand plan to defeat au!Michael.

Which, by the way, Dean's plan is dumb. It may work but it's a temporary solution at best. What's going to stop all the living organisms at the bottom of the Pacific from eating their way through the box. I get it, supposedly its magic and all that jazz, but come on. We don't definitively know what's lurking at the bottom of the ocean and what isn't. There very well could be an organism down there that could eat away at the box and free au!Michael thus leaving him to once again engage in his nefarious plans. Or years down the line, some demon, monster, human, witch, whatever may get too big for their britches and decide, "Hey, my life sucks, I want to see the world burn" or "I want to rule the world" and dig the box up and free au!Michael on their own. I'm just saying, this is not a long-term solution to the problem. Dean is taking a page out of Chuck's book and instead, locking the problem away and hope it doesn't come back to bite you in the ass (and it ALWAYS does). Here's a thought, stab Dean with the arch-angel blade. That deals with au!Michael in a very permanent way. Sure, without nephilim grace, it might actually kill Dean but hey, maybe they can use that whole "siphoning magic from the soul thing" they did with Jack to bring Dean back. Or another solution (although definitely not a long-term one) Dean creates a fantasy in his head and puts au!Michael in there. After all, au!Michael can't fight back if he doesn't know he's trapped. Imagination is our greatest asset, I'll have you know.

Let's talk about the Nick plot. To be fair, I don't dislike it, I just think its being done badly and I'm also pretty certain Nick is nothing more than a stepping stone to get Lucifer back. But while I respect the potential the Nick plot has, man are the writers doing a horrible job with it. I know this is Buck-Leming's special project and all but do the other writers hate this plot point or something? Because it feels like they just want the Nick plot done and over with. Like, I don't believe Davy was even trying in this episode. It felt like he was just going through the motions when writing this episode. And poor Mark Pellegrino, he's really trying with what he has to work with and he is making it work but without anything solid to keep the fluids grounded, everything's just going to come right back up again. Mark is doing wonders with very sub-par writing but in the end, it's not enough to save the plot. It ultimately turns to vomit. I'm really sorry to say this because I was super excited for the Nick plot line. And they just ended up taking it for a ride on the most uninteresting road possible. There's so many things they could've done with Nick but this just feels so half-assed. Which is why it leads me to believe that Nick is nothing more than a plot device to get Lucifer here.

And Abraxus, man oh man. The show got me good (and not in a good way). Here I was thinking Abraxus was going to play some sort of pivotal role and influence the rest of the season in some way, but nope. He's just a regular henchman. And it's weird that he's depicted as being nothing more than your average demonic cronie but yet Mary apparently had a really difficult time killing him. In fact, apparently, he was winning their fight and in order for her to win, it involved her locking him in a box (which by the way, locking things in boxes seems to be a theme in this episode). But Abraxus is then easily killed with an angel blade, so I'm left wondering, why was it so hard for Mary to kill this guy? Especially since I'm assuming this all went down while she was working with the BMoL with all their resources. I kept on expecting Abraxus to pop back up and be all, "bitches, please. I'm super old, you're going to need more than that needle to kill me". But he didn't. He was truly underwhelming. In fact this seems to be turning into the season of underwhelming villains.

I will end this with saying I liked the grocer character who immediately upon seeing a strange guy ask about one of his friends, he 1) doesn't tell the guy where to find said friend and 2) calls for back-up. Granted, if he hadn't called Donna, Nick might never have found Mary but that's not the grocer's fault. It's good to see people think about situations critically and skeptically.

I guess I'd give this episode a C. It's a place-holder, nothing more. It was super underwhelming and I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to a Buck-Leming episode. But, at any rate, at least the pace with the plot will pick up. Plus, Cas in a doctor's coat. I'm super excited for that. Not only does Misha look damn good in one but I've always seen Cas as a healer (weird since he's a warrior, I know, but I like to think in Angel Basic Training, they made a mistake and mis-classified him). So seeing Cas in the outfit of what we view as a healer, I'm really excited to see that.

Sorry, I was a little negative on this one guys. I promise I don't hate the show. This episode just wasn't my cup of tea. Really, all this season, the episodes have been kind of hit or miss. Oh well. I'll continue to have faith that the rest of this season will make up for the clunkiness of the first half of this season.

#spn 14x11 #spn 14.11 #spn season 14 spoilers

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