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Weapons Don't Weep, Part 11
Chloe calls home.
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“Hey, Mom. Yeah, we got it; thank you, as always. I would definitely have gone insane by now without the care packages.”
“Yeah, everything’s… no, you’re right, everything’s not okay. It’s all—”
A sniffle.
“It’s really bad. Like, really, really bad. I know I have the least experience on the team, but this is messing with all of us.”
“Well, by now you’ve seen the news about it. The city, with the protesters, and— yeah, that one. We… we were too late to catch it on the way in, but on the way out…”
“Mom, it wasn’t anything like we were expecting. None of our guesses were even close. It. When we got the door open, it…”
A pause followed, filled with harsh, shuddering breaths.
“Mom, it was a person.”
“Yeah. A living, breathing, flesh and blood person. I think this means Hayden wins that bet you guys made, about those rumors of people having superpowers.”
A shaky laugh.
“Yeah. I’m sure Dad is going to make that reference too. But this person, they’re not— they’re not doing this for fun. They didn’t choose this. They’re not… hell. I don’t think they’ve had any real choices for a long, long time.”
“They were chained up in there! They were in that transport, and instead of having a seat, they were chained to the floor like, like how you’d transport a bomb. When Zeke asked their name, they replied with a fucking serial number. And yes, I’m sorry for cussing, but I think this situation warrants a little leeway on language!”
A long sigh.
“No, they haven’t been aggressive. If anything, they’re so damn docile it’s creepy. I don’t know if it’s because of whatever propaganda Government told them about us, or if that’s how they’d act with anyone. They flinch from everything, and I haven’t heard them call anyone anything other than ‘sir’.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know how you can help. Add some books on deprogramming brainwashing victims and clothes that’ll fit someone one size up from ‘Holocaust survivor’? There’s so much, they need so much help, and I don’t even know where to start, Mom. And that’s not even touching on everyone else’s reaction.”
“Well, Zeke seems like he’s sympathetic, but that won’t change his actions if he decides they’re a threat. Riley is being pragmatic, and Tyler is, well, Tyler. It feels like the only person on my side here is the doc.”
“No, I didn’t even think of that. God, I’m so— no, sorry, you’re right, I won’t. No negative self-talk. I was preoccupied and didn’t think of how Zeke is going to have to report this and then we’re going to have the entire network breathing down our necks about them. Better?”
“I know it won’t change anything, but I don’t know how to just stop worrying, Mom. Not everyone is in this because of compassion.”
Another sigh.
“Yeah, I got the extra from the people who were short-changed in that department. I just wish that caring didn’t hurt so much, sometimes.”
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Sometimes compassion and empathy can be overwhelming. The world is a tough place, and it can be easy to let that get to you. Take care of yourselves, everyone.
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#weapons don't weep#phone call#phone conversation#chloe the youngest#living weapon whumpee#rebel caretakers#team caretakers#riley the sniper#zeke the leader#tyler the bomber#chloe's parents are supporting the rebels#the overwhelmingness of caring too much#compassion can hurt#chloe is compassionate and having trouble balancing that
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People are soooooooooo quick to shit on people who deal with emotional disregulation it makes me fucking sick. When you express your stress through tears you're a crybaby. When you're quick to frustration, you're either overly dramatic or you're violent and scary. When you have the gall to get too happy, you're childish or straight up crazy.
Living with emotional disregulation comes with having to grow thick skin because people will call you every fucking name under the sun because you have the audacity to express emotions that are constantly ramped up to an eleven no matter which one you're feeling. You're loud, you're sensitive, you're overemotional, you're weak, you're soft, you're childish, you're naive, you're too much you're too much you're too much you're too much you're too much you're a burden because people now have to handle you.
Where do people think they have a right to judge others for feeling? I may be quick to express my emotions, but you're quick to judge and condemn and on a societal level that should be worse.
#my bullies in elementary school knew i had problems regulating my emotions so they'd say things where i could hear them.#they were never overtly mean things but they would say it in a mean tone and then giggle at me. and when i went to tell a teacher#the teachers would just roll their eyes at me. it's not bullying because they're not saying mean things#(even though they're clearly weaponizing something out of your control you don't have the language to describe)#my middle school bully heard my teachers call me overemotional and that stuck to me for all three years.#my coworkers and managers will shit-talk me behind my back for “being so dramatic” it happens no matter where i am.#i'm so used to people looking down their noses at me because clearly i can't be taken seriously. clearly i'm just naive and immature.#i just. my broken bleeding heart keeps weeping into my hands and i can't staunch it.#but i don't even want to staunch it. hearts are supposed to bleed aren't they?
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being chronically bayobrained is so hard to live with. it's bleeding on every fandom i have. what if navis could beast within. what if some cyberworld mechanics required dancing. what if they ripped their core out and held it up for full synchro. what if th
#the beat them up platformer that exists in my head is weeping for light of the day#anyway in au real world fs (aka my very rough equivalent of cf) requires the op to be fatally wound by their navi's weapon to activate#because the navi loses their physical form which is of course dangerous as fucc and the op must be willing to risk everything too#get shot get stabbed get CREATIVE boys#headcanons#?? i don't know anymore
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hold her like this, pls
#don't get me started on this scene#the way her look says more than a 1000 words.#also yes. i've giffed this scene a million times and idc.#WEAPONS DON’T WEEP. ˛ edits.#LOOKING HALF A CORPSE AND HALF A GOD. ˛ ooc.
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@shadovan asked | “ who did this to you ? ”
Crimson tinted eyes would flicker up to the taller entity as he stoops to her height. The slayer growls a warning within the depths of her soul. Danger. Danger. Kill it before it kills you! Her teeth grit slightly as she lets her head fall back and against the brick wall behind her. One hand grips the hilt of her dagger while the other clutches the sucking chest wound. Crimson stains the normally blue armor she wears, she can feel the liquid pooling in her boot as she assesses her situation.
"My bloodkin's goons..." She seethes out, predatory and draconic-like eyes watch every movement he makes. Sucking in a deep breath, Colette tries to take another step, but the pain shoots through her torso and a wheeze is all that can be heard. "Though this is strange, indeed..." A bitter laugh as she tries to push off the wall, "this is Baldur's Gate...people aren't nice here..." Another wheeze as she tries to bare her teeth like a wounded animal, "So...what do you want, stranger? If you've come for my blood too, I'm not quite done putting up a fight."
#v: main | sv; tareque#weapons do not weep | colette proudheart#colette speaks#don't mind her#she's just feisty
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tsuruhime tag dump.
#✧ ┊ THE CRANE RETURNS ON THE WIND. ( tsuru )#✧ ┊ YOU ARE A WEAPON & WEAPONS DON'T WEEP. ( musings )#✧ ┊ JUNKETSU NO HANA. ( aesthetic )#✧ ┊ SONGS UPON THE SEAS. ( musica )#✧ ┊ TSURUHIME.EXE. ( IC text )#✧ ┊ TSURUHIME.EXE. ( dash comm )#✧ ┊ DIVINA GRUS. ( genshin verse )#✧ ┊ BYAKUYA NO ARCHER. ( fate verse )#✧ ┊ SHIRATSUYU. ( arknights verse )#✧ ┊ WINGS OF FAITH. ( character )
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TAG DROP. ( verses. )
VERSE. ( you are a weapon; not a shield. )
--> MCU / (reluctant) shield recruit.
VERSE. ( you are a weapon; and weapons do not weep. )
--> HYDRA (or equivalent)
VERSE. ( the world was not created in a deluge; it was covered by it. )
--> Waterworld (crossover.)
VERSE. ( a world divided; what a world it might have been. )
--> XMCU (geneticist. mutant / ally of the x-men.)
VERSE. ( if death is justice; what is injustice. )
--> TOG (crossover.)
VERSE. ( women do not forget; women do not forgive. )
--> HotD / GoT.
VERSE. ( i am become; what you have made me. )
--> post hydra au; mercenary / villain verse.
VERSE. ( peace is a lie; there is only passion. )
--> SW. ( dark side force user. )
VERSE. ( Ex Astris; scientia. )
--> ST.
VERSE. ( victims; aren't we all. )
--> unspecified fandom. vigilante.
VERSE. ( no man is above the law; nor no man below it. )
--> on the run, post hydra.
VERSE. ( don't open; dead inside. )
--> TWD / generic apocalypse / post apocalypse.
VERSE. ( this lonely road; trying to make it home. )
--> JUSTIFIED.
VERSE. ( such things must happen; but the end is still to come. )
—> DOMINION.
VERSE. ( the only thing necessary for evil to triumph; is for good men to do nothing. )
--> THE BOYS.
#VERSES.#TAG DROP. ( verses. )#TAG DROP.#VERSE. ( you are a weapon; not a shield. )#VERSE. ( you are a weapon; and weapons do not weep. )#VERSE. ( the world was not created in a deluge; it was covered by it. )#VERSE. ( a world divided; what a world it might have been. )#VERSE. ( if death is justice; what is injustice. )#VERSE. ( women do not forget; women do not forgive. )#VERSE. ( i am become; what you have made me. )#VERSE. ( peace is a lie; there is only passion. )#VERSE. ( ex astris; scientia. )#VERSE. ( victims; aren't we all. )#VERSE. ( no man is above the law; nor no man below it. )#VERSE. ( don't open; dead inside. )#VERSE. ( this lonely road; trying to make it home. )#VERSE. ( such things must happen; but the end is still to come. )#VERSE. ( the only thing necessary for evil to trimph; is for good men to do nothing. )
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Hope relationship tag drop
#˚・` . 𝐃𝐲𝐧 Hope Lehane ❛ No-one has ever taught you how to love; you are war paint and scarred hands. ❜#˚・` . 𝐃𝐲𝐧 ❛ I was the raging water she was the storming wind; together we were a hurricane ❜ Jo Summers.#˚・` . 𝐃𝐲𝐧 ❛ You are haunted by memories that linger like a softly uttered curse ❜ Faith Lehane.#˚・` . 𝐃𝐲𝐧 ❛ You are a weapon and weapons don't weep. ❜ Connor.#˚・` . 𝐃𝐲𝐧 ❛ You are at war with yourself. Caught between what you truly are— and what you're supposed to be. ❜ Angel.#˚・` . 𝐃𝐲𝐧 ❛ The road to hell is paved with more than just good intentions. ❜ Gabriel Solis#˚・` . 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 Hope Lehane ❛ You have your mother's eyes. . . not to mention her gumption. ❜#˚・` . 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐬 ❛ We both draw lines and cross them; we are both afraid of our rage. ❜
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#ouroborus: belladonna weiss#spewing vemon: belladonna musings/isms#the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colours: belladonna's wardrobe#a sickening shade of violet: belladonna aesthetics#the real me; lost un that brilliant glare: belladonna about/character study#thou'rt poison in my blood: belladonna's craft#the patriarch: fredrick weiss#weeping willow: elethea weiss#living on the edge: nicholas nico weiss#conceal don't feel: belladonna & elethea#be the good girl you always have to be: belladonna & fredrick#forever in your shadow: belladonna & nico#oh baby girl you know we're gonna be legends: belladonna x romeo#he's the king of everything and oh his tongue is a weapon: romeo moore#but do you feel like a young god: romeo musings/isms#i can't feel nothing at all: romeo character study/about#toxic wasteland: romeo aesthetics#pushing the limits of the human body: romeo's research#a fallen angel in the dark: allison conway#icarus high on helios: callob conway#every breath you take: romeo & allison#your beauty terrifies me: romeo & callob
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Nie Huaisang is such a character. He can faint on command. The character guide in the novel describes him as a dandy and lists his weapons as saber (ostensibly) and crying (actually). He stalked a canary for several days and then sneaked it into class. He collects porn and shares it with his friends. He's in a sword wizard society and his clan in particular is known for their blades but he never once has a fight scene. His characteristic accessory is a paper fan. He failed summer camp twice. He formed a Golden Core nearly a decade later than everyone else his age. When his brother was killed he set in motion a several years long revenge scheme that involved both careful planning and insane improv. He built a reputation on not knowing anything. He threw himself on his brother's killer weeping and saying "if you don't help me I'm killing myself in front or you." Truly who is doing it like him
#mdzs#nie huaisang#i love him he's so much#he's not a character i have brainrot over but i love rotating him in my mind#he really is the 'eating the chess pieces when the smart kid isnt looking' meme
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I bet Weapon will be very confused about getting anesthesia for the removal of that tracker! Will any of the team realize how confused they are?
Weapons Don't Weep, Part 10
So my plans changed from the original "remove the tracker" to "it makes more sense to put the tracker somewhere it wouldn't be safe to remove, so let's fry that sucker instead." Have some angst and miscommunications.
CW: living weapon whumpee, internalized dehumanization, it as a pronoun, panic attacks, implied touch starved whumpee. Please let me know if I missed anything, or if you'd like to be added to the taglist!
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The Weapon tried to sit still and think of nothing. It succeeded at only one of these tasks.
What were the terrorists planning? They said they were going to get rid of the tracker, but Command had always said that was impossible. And then they took not only radiographs, but a CT scan as well…
It wished it knew more about the scans than just how to best produce results. What were they looking for?
No. No, no, no, it needed to stop these anomalous thoughts. They weren’t conducive to optimal functionality. It couldn’t predict the terrorists’ plans, and speculation only led to decreased efficacy of its biological system. It needed to stop, before it caused even more cortisol production.
The Weapon turned its focus to breathing as evenly as possible and smoothing out its heart rate.
After far too long and not nearly long enough, the leader and the doctor returned.
“So,” the leader began. “Do you remember what we discussed earlier?”
“Yes, sir,” it said, voice a bare thread of sound. It was glad Command hadn’t heard it give such a paltry, feeble response to a question.
A long moment passed. Was that not a good enough response? It had answered their question promptly, if quietly. It had been concise and not included anything more than asked of it. It knew better than to say anything other than what its handlers— no, these weren’t its handlers, but still. It knew better than to speak more than asked.
One of the terrorists cleared his throat. The doctor picked up speaking where the leader had left off.
“Right,” he said. “As you recall, we said we were going to remove your tracker.”
“Yes, sir.” Non-negotiable, they had said.
“The radiographs and CT scan were to give me a better idea of where exactly it is located,” he continued. “It’s in your right pleural space. That’s between your lung and ribs.”
The statement didn’t seem to require a response, so it remained silent.
“While Government has the resources to safely put a tracker in that location, I don’t have the resources to safely take it out.”
Oh.
Oh.
The Weapon’s chest was too tight. Its eyes filled with excess fluid even as it looked down to the floor. System malfunction.
It’s trying to act human again. Make it cut that shit out.
So they were going to destroy it after all. That. That made more sense. Far more sense than the- the bullshit (the word was too crass and inaccurate for its reports, but it seemed appropriate for this situation) that they’d spouted off earlier. All the nonsensical things about giving it food and water and appropriate medical care. Like it was a person, not just a thing.
You aren’t human, darling. You’re a weapon. My weapon. And weapons don’t weep.
It was still malfunctioning, and it couldn’t make itself stop. Its breathing pattern was impeded by its chest refusing to expand properly. It bit its cheek viciously to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.
The door opened with a clatter, and…
Was that the sound of wheels squeaking?
“Weapon? What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
That was Chloe’s voice. So she was going to be here for its destruction as well. It didn’t look up as it swallowed hard.
“Nigel was just telling them what he’d told us, about not taking the tracker out,” said the leader.
“Did you tell them the other part?” Chloe asked, tone not holding anything close to the proper respect for her superior officers.
“Not yet,” the doctor said, sounding… defensive? That couldn’t be right. It must be misinterpreting that. “I was getting there.”
“Well, maybe you should have started with that,” Chloe said back, tone even less respectful. Was she not worried at all about the discipline these infractions would incur? “Now they’re not exactly in the right mindframe to listen!”
Footsteps came closer, then a figure came into its blurry vision.
“Weapon? It’s Chloe.” Her voice was soft. “I’m going to kneel down in front of you now.”
She did as she said, and it moved its eyes to avoid hers.
“Can you look at me, please?”
Since when did anyone say please to their weapon?
It did as she asked. Asked, not ordered. The difference was jarring. It still avoided her eyes, but now it could see the birthmark creeping up her neck and the freckles liberally dotting her skin.
“Thanks,” she said. She smiled, though the Weapon didn’t understand why. What about this situation warranted that expression?
The expression seemed to fold in on itself, somehow. When she spoke, it seemed to be more to herself than to it.
“Okay. Okay, I can do this. Normally I’d touch, or at least ask, but… yeah, no. Okay.” Her tone got louder. “Weapon, can you please tell me five things you see?”
It blinked. An observational exercise? Now? For what purpose?
It complied, even if it didn’t understand why. It didn’t have to understand; it just had to obey. Its breath hitched as it said, “Freckles. Birthmark. Blonde hair. Earrings.”
It was at this point that it realized it probably should include things about the room, not just Chloe. “Um. Floor.”
“That’s… that’s really good. Good job,” she said. “Now four things you hear.”
Its voice was steadier this time. “You speaking. The… air conditioning?” Everything was so faint compared to the sound of blood rushing in its ears. What else, what else?
“You’re doing great. Don’t worry if you can’t get four, just… do your best,” Chloe said.
Of course it would do its best. It would never perform at less than peak efficacy.
(Except when it did, when it malfunctioned, when it pretended to be— No. No, it wasn’t a person, and it wouldn’t try to pretend it was.)
“Electronics beeping,” it finally added. The noise was faint but audible.
She smiled again. “Yeah, I think three’s plenty. Well done.”
“Thank you? Sir.” It hastily added the proper form of address.
“Okay. So,” she said, “I’m glad you’re back with us. Let’s try this again, since Nigel didn’t break the news the best he could have.”
“My apologies, Weapon,” the doctor said. He even sounded like he meant it.
“First thing: we don’t want to hurt you,” Chloe said.
What?
“I should have made that clearer,” the doctor said. “I don’t often work with people in… difficult situations, so I wasn’t as sensitive as I should have been.”
What did people have to do with the situation? They were still talking about it, weren’t they?
“It’s like we said earlier,” the leader added. “Unless it’s necessary for the team’s safety, we aren’t going to do anything you don’t consent to. And even then, we will do our best to minimize any harm done to you.”
A quiet snort came from near the door.
Chloe turned towards the noise and said, “Shut the fuck up, Tyler.” Her voice was perfectly pleasant despite the harsh words.
“I just think it’s funny, is all,” Tyler said. It hadn’t even realized he was in the room. “Minimizing harm.”
“This is neither the time nor the place,” the leader said.
Chloe turned back to the Weapon. “Alright. So. The plan is that we’re going to disable the tracker rather than remove it, given that we can’t take it out safely.”
What?
“We had to get some equipment, which is why it took us longer to get here than Nigel and the boss,” she added.
The following sequence of events were surreal. There was no way this was actually happening. There couldn’t be. There was no reason for the terrorists to explain their process to it.
Chloe and her partner moved around the wheeled cart they’d brought in. (That explained the wheels squeaking, then.) They sifted through clunky electronic devices, so unlike what it was used to at the compound. They talked as they went.
“That’s a bug sweeper,” Chloe said, gesturing to the device in the other terrorist’s hands. “Tyler’s gonna use it to find the frequency your tracker is on.”
“Got it,” he said.
Chloe peered over his shoulder at the device. “Yeesh, that's strong. Government wasn’t fucking around with this thing. Okay. Next step is we’re gonna use an EMP on it. It won’t touch you, and you shouldn’t feel anything other than…” She trailed off.
“Maybe a muscle twitch?” Tyler speculated. “Shouldn’t be anything, really.”
“Want me to use it on him to prove my point?” she asked.
It didn’t understand the question, and said so.
After an uncomfortable pause, Chloe said, “I’m just gonna take that as a yes. Doc, where can I use this without frying your tech?”
He pointed her to a section of the room. Chloe took Tyler’s arm and led the reluctant man to the area.
“Now stand still and do your best to look pretty,” she said. She grabbed another device off the cart and held it almost directly over his ribs.
Tyler twitched and shook himself. “Okay, that was definitely not nothing. Jesus, that's weird. It didn’t hurt, but it definitely made the muscles sit up and pay attention.”
Then it was the Weapon’s turn to undergo the same process. Chloe set one hand on its shoulder as she aimed and fired the EMP. The warmth of it through its thin scrub top distracted the Weapon from its muscles clenching involuntarily.
Tyler brought the bug scanner over. “Nothing. The signal’s gone.”
And just like that, any chance it had of being rescued disappeared.
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#weapons don't weep#living weapon#living weapon whumpee#the weapon thinks the rebels are terrorists#chloe the youngest#tyler the bomber#dr. nigel trello#zeke the leader#panic attack#grounding techniques#dehumanization#internalized dehumanization#touch starved whumpee#(implied)
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Slytherins with a non!Deatheater S/O
Imagine/preference
The Slytherins are down bad for their partners. So how do they rip off the band aid and break the news that secretly, they're all bad?
Mattheo Riddle:
We all know he's a bad boy with a bad attitude
...except around his S/O
He doesn't try to hide the blood on his hands, but uses the excuse "I was protecting you"
He does actually do it to protect you, don't worry
His dad threatens to end you if he refuses to do his Deatheater duties
So he makes sure to keep you around him whenever he can to make sure you can't get hurt
Our boy stresses the heck out whenever you get even the smallest bit injured
It might start fights sometimes between the two of you, but you KNOW this mamas boy would never lay a hand on you in the wrong way
If you try to join, he discourages it
He doesn't want to psychologically scar you
lots of time together whenever he can kick his dad outta his mind
Then he holds you tight like he's gonna lose you
Don't ever stop loving this man, alright?
Tom Riddle:
It's kinda impossible for you not to know about his...situation
It's all anybody talks about when you're around
But he only wants to protect you
So he makes sure to keep you distracted whenever he must get the job done
He'll take you dancing, or go shopping afterwards
sometimes you might need to clean him up after a scuffle
he lets you, but only if you promise not to ask how he got the injuries
His dad also threatens him with losing you and he could never be complete without his S/O safely in his arms
if somehow you get tangled in his mess of deatheater-ness, he will sacrifice EVERYTHING for you
his only thought is to keep you safe
Theodore Nott:
He doesn't tell you he's a Deatheater until you meet his friends
That's right, he didn't let you meet his friends
not at first
after you meet them, it's kinda like momentum until he finally tells you he's a deatheater
he definitely expects you to hate his ass, but you don't so he's hopeful
he smokes to forget all the horrible things he does.
he does it more once he finally confesses, but tries not to when you're around.
dw, his stoic attitude when you ask him about being a deatheater isn't him being uncaring
he just forgot how to feel remorse after being a human murder weapon for so long.
it's like torture for him, and he hates it
So care for him please, as best you possibly can
Draco Malfoy:
He's probably the most affected by the deatheater thing
If you're dating him, either you're younger than him or your families are close.
So you know all about the deatheater thing
he pretends having a dangerous father is a good thing
like, he can destroy draco's enemies in an instant,
but... he could also force you to join Voldemort, and that's something that can never happen.
you have to either be holding his hand or his cheek AT ALL TIMES,
otherwise his anxiety causes him to start shaking
he'll whisper all his worries as he weeps himself to sleep, and sometime you catch him doing it
his dad only protected him for so long, now it's your turn
Blaise Zabini:
He doesn't talk about it
ever
even when you two have been dating for a while, he doesn't mention it
it's not your problem, it's his
and he wants it to stay that way for as long as possible
he's afraid telling you will somehow lead to Voldemort knowing, and holding it against him
especially since the only thing Voldemort's actually threatening him with is death. extremely painful death.
so he doesn't even mention it.
you know though. you know how painful killing and torturing is for him.
it tears him apart, almost to the point where he wants to smoke with theo
sometimes he wishes desperately that he could tell you everything, but he's scared you would be in danger.
so he stays quiet and lets the anguish build
he doesn't crack. ever
he stays stoic and silent. caring
Pansy Parkinson:
she doesn't like to bother you with the gorey details,
but sometimes they slip out
she breaks down all the time. it's traumatising
but she can't really articulate what she feels
so she just cries as you hold her to your chest/side
yeah, idk i didn't really have any ideas for pansy
Lorenzo Berkshire:
he may be a little flouncy at times, but he cares about your wellbeing enough to protect you
its his main goal in life
so he tries to keep himself between you and the others for as long as possible. like theo
its less of a "you don't need to know them"
and more of a "what? other people? who needs people when I'm your cute bf?" while waving his hands in front of you so you focus on him
he lets you wash his cuts for him
and do his hair in consolidation for not being by your side for a few hours.
Voldemort really can't touch enzo without hurting you.
So he keeps his mouth shut about it a lot.
sweet boy livin in a cruel world, what can i say
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living weapons <3
can you imagine what itd be like to love someone whos known nothing but pain for their whole life. someone whos only purpose has been to hurt and be hurt? the unfamiliarity with the gentle, the kind, the soft because they've only ever experienced the brutal, the cruel, the rough? the discomfort when it comes to physical contact, because theyve only ever been touched in a fight or as a punishment? how difficult it would be? how they dont communicate because they never were taught to. how they bottle everything up, hiding their mental and emotional anguish behind the stoic shield theyve had up forever. trying to help them, love them? coaxing them out of their shell, healing their crushed, fractured being. teaching them everything theyve never known, what love truly is? can you imagine taking a creature that is more scar than skin and bringing them back from the darkness with nothing but love, care, kindness? staying up with them, comforting them after their nightmares, holding them as they weep for the first time in years? reminding them that their scars, mental or physical, do not define who they are, that they're so much more than what they've been conditioned to believe. they aren't just a living weapon, not anymore. they're someone who deserves love and affection, who deserves so much more than what theyve had for the past several years? can you imagine the sleepless nights, where theyre afraid to sleep because of night terrors that bring them back to their fighting days, their punishment days? trying to convince them that you don't care about their scars, because you don't, their scars dont define who they are. you love them, the creature, the person, for who they are, and nothing could ever change that. the hours you spend together each day, in silence, because they dont know how to communicate their emotions, they never learned? so you just sit there, taking comfort in the safety of each other's presence, knowing that the other is there for you, always?
#whump#whumpblr#whump writing#whump scenario#whump community#whump prompt#whumpee#emotional whump#whump tropes#living weapon whumpee
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hi i literally love all of ur posts u nail all of the characters its crazy.
one of my favorite tropes is hidding an injury and getting the classic “who did this to you.”
if ur still taking requests and are in an angsty mood would u plzzz write this with zoro?
Hhjg I try, thank-you!! But also mood it's just so GOOD and I hope that I can do this justice for you!!
[Heads up!: mentions of canon typical violence, blood/mention of an infected wound, angst]
Staring down at the gash in your side, you bite back a hiss as you prod at it, the weep of milky fluid from it. The split skin is puffy and an angry red, heat eminating from it ㅡ it doesn't take a genius to know that it doesn't look good.
Normally you'd have the little handful of supplies from Chopper, tucked away in your backpack ㅡ but it's gone, along with everything else beyond your weapon.
At least you're not wandering around by yourself, though. As if on cue, there's the sound of footsteps behind you, and you drop your shirt back over the poorly bandaged wound.
"What are you doing over here?"
"Just fine," you answer as you turn towards Zoro. "I wanted to see if we could reach a clearing and get a good read on where we are."
"Fair enough." Zoro studies you for a minute, and you worry that he's going to know about the wound on your side ㅡ the one you'd casually "forgotten" to mention to him. "So which way should we be heading?"
"West," you answer, glancing up at the sky. The sun has begun its slow arc of descent, and you sigh. "We need to hurry, or we'll end up needing to camp for the night."
"Right." You turn to watch Zoro go, feeling the irritated twitch of a muscle in your jaw.
"Zoro. That's east."
ㅡ
By the time the sun has set, it's clear that something is wrong.
There's a fine layer of cold sweat on your face that you scrub at, trying to ignore the heaviness of your limbs and throbbing ache of your side. "We should stop for the night," you hear yourself say, "it's useless to try and navigate after dark."
Zoro grunts his agreement and turns to look at you, brow furrowing. "Are you sure you're alright?"
You want to answer him, you really do. But your ears are ringing, mouth full of cotton when you try to answer. Dark spots dance around the edges of your vision, and you're distantly aware of Zoro's noise of alarm when your legs finally give out.
"'m fine," you finally manage before the dark spots expand, sinking you down into the silent black of unconsciousness.
ㅡ
You wake to the awkward bulk of a backpack under your head and the smell of woodsmoke. Sitting up, you blink when a damp cloth drops from your forehead into your lap.
"Finally awake?" Sitting nearby, Zoro prods at the fire with a long stick before he turns towards you. "You have a fever."
Your hand slides to your side, feeling the stiff press of bandages underneath, the answering throb of the gash beneath.
"Took care of that too." Zoro's gaze is sharp. "I'm not Chopper, but it'll do for now. Mind explaining who did that and why you didn't bother telling me?"
It's clear he's far from amused, and you look away, feeling guilty. "Happened when we all got separated," you say, "and I didn't think it was going to be that much of an issue."
Zoro wants to scold you, but he knows he'd be a hypocrite if he did given the amount of times he's blatantly ignored his injuries. Instead he sighs, watching the logs crackle for a moment. "Hope you killed the guy who did it."
"Of course I did," you answer with a hint of pride, and Zoro smirks.
"Good."
ㅡ
"I think this is a little excessive, Zoro."
"You still have a fever," Zoro says as he adjusts his grip on your legs, "and we won't get anywhere if you collapse on me again." He feels you tense, and he frowns. "How are you feeling, anyways? And don't lie."
"A little better." You rest your forehead against his shoulder, and though he won't admit it out loud, the fact he can feel warmth radiating from your skin worries him. "I'm sorry about this."
"Still should have told me," he says, though his tone is softer, his grip tightening on your legs. "Idiot. We're crewmates, aren't we? We're supposed to trust each other."
"I do trust you."
"Then act like it." He stares ahead, footsteps steady. "Don't go getting hurt and then hiding anymore, you hear me?"
"I hear you." You pause. "Zoro?" He grunts in answer, and you exhale softly. "Thank-you."
Zoro tells himself that his heart doesn't pick up a little bit at how soft your voice is, the cling of your body against his. And that he definitely isn't blushing, just a little. "Yeah, yeah. Can't have you die on me and leave me to deal with that stupid cook all on my own."
#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader#one piece scenario#roronoa zoro x reader#zoro x reader#ㅡanswered.#anonymous
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Tourist Destinations Of The Outer Planes
Mechanus: How dare you suggest there would be anything novel or unique in Mechanus?! To cog jail with you!
Arcadia: Like those normal towns with "world best fish and chips" except they're scrupulously fact checked. "Home of Arcadia's 3826th best B&B according to multiple double-blind studies (citations available on request)"
Mount Celestia: Pure and ineffable spiritual bliss in the face of the divine and, after that, a pretty decent pizza shop where you can get a t-shirt with your face when you learnt the true name of God.
Bytopia: Bytopia is the embodiment of the concept of "pull yourself up by your bootstraps" and also the domain of the gnome deities, so if you've ever wanted to see the Great Wheel's only 24/7 prank youtuber live show where all the pranks revolve around how millennials need to spend less on avocado toast, you're in luck! If not, may I recommend the abyssal layer where snakes drink your eyes as a pleasant reprieve?
Elysium: Just a rabbit sat on a rock but because you're in Elysuim it's the best thing you've ever seen. You autodelete all memories of your wedding and children's birth and suchlike for being shit in comparison.
The Beastlands: Who's the best dog in the world? Who is it? This isn't a rhetorical question, there's an objective answer. You can see him for the low price of four acorns and a fancy rock.
Arborea: Don't be fooled by the signs! The natives of Arborea spend their time playing and dancing so they have things like open plan offices and tax return help-desks as vacation spots. Instead ask where the boring parts of Arborea are to be given directions to the firework waterslide music concert video game dance party.
Ysgard: Monuments to epic deeds literally everywhere. So many monuments they start sounding sarcastic. If you successfully get to your hotel room they erect a 15ft statue commemorating it.
Limbo: "Look, you had to be there. Literally, what I saw existed beyond the capacity of human words to describe and I weep tadpoles when I try to recall it in any detail"
Pandemonium: Great acoustic guitar scene. Well, we assume they're good. If nothing else, you have to admire their perseverance.
The Abyss: Go on Demogorgan's tour of all infinity layers! The most fucked up shit you've ever seen or your spinal column back guaranteed!
Carceri: Be in the audience at History's Greatest Monster, where the most evil people in history compete for the crown! If you're lucky, you might get an autograph before they're hurled back into their eternal prisons once more!
Hades: Fuck you.
Gehenna: Tourist traps, in the sense of big holes you fall in and have to give a deamon all your money before it will let you out.
The Nine Hells: The Nine Hells are a wonderful place to visit, with a wide varieties of eateries, vistas and attractions that you should visit before you die! I am not writing this under duress and you should not send help to
Acheron: One extremely dangerous theme park. It's cheap and there are few queues but be aware that sometimes the god of orcs will show up and use whatever ride you're on as a bludgeoning weapon. Overall nice atmosphere, 4 stars.
The Outlands: Alas, I'm pretty sure there's absolutely nowhere worth visiting in the outlands. Sorry guys.
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A fic based on this prompt by @chaoswarfare that I had originally put in the reblogs, but decided to move to its own post since I've got some ideas to continue it. No promises on this ever being a completed fic, but I'll try.
A King in Arkham
Listless eyes trace the cracks in the ceiling; their owner blinking slowly from his place, lying nearly motionless on a thin mattress supported by a metal shelf held to the wall by thick black chains. His face is blank, not sad nor angry nor despairing like so many others in this cold and lonesome place. No, his expression is empty, as though there is simply nothing to feel.
Bruises and scratches and even a couple very deep cuts litter a small body. Were anyone watching, they'd see a new one appear as if by magic across a gaunt cheek. Even as blood begins weeping from the slash, not a single emotion flits across the face. Not even a flinch.
Tomorrow, doctors will assume the patient cut himself. They will search his cell, again, and find no weapon. They will search his body and find not so much as a fingernail capable of creating the mark. They will check the security feed and find, as always, that the moment of injury glitches; one second no cut, the next fresh blood. They will try to force the patient to admit self harm, but he will remain silent.
When the door to his cell swings open with a buzz and a clang, echoed by every other cell in the building, the blank faced boy with dull eyes doesn't move. It's the 6th time this month, and the 13th since arriving 3 months ago.
When the sounds of screams and rioting grate on sensitive ears, he merely sighs, the first hint of feeling flashing across his face in the form of a minute second of frustration before blankness returns. When a pair of escaping patients rush past, one stopping to ask if he's coming, he remains unresponsive.
"Leave him! Kid never tries to escape. He's to far gone."
The kid in question feels his eyebrow twitch. He's not 'gone' anywhere, thank you very much. There's just no point. Nowhere to go. No one to help him; to understand that he's not crazy, just haunted. At least, no one who won't turn him into a monster. A horrible, world destroying, viscious monster.
Besides, Arkham's not too bad. At least it isn't a GIW lab. And his rogues have even started showing up less and less since he was sent here! Though maybe that has less to do with Arkham or Gotham and more to do with the kid's utter refusal to even defend himself.
"Now come on before Bats start showing up and put this place on lockdown."
A black form with a red head drops from above, just barely within the kid's peripheral vision. A brief moment of recognition and even something adjacent to interest flickers in blue eyes.
"Bats like me, perchance?"
.
Red Hood was assisting containment with an Arkham breakout. There had been a lot of them in the last few months and Batman was getting grey hairs trying to figure out why. No one in particular was even trying to break out. No one could be pinned for the inciting incident. Just randomly, at any point in the day, the automatic locks would spazz out and everyone would be released.
So the big bad Bat had called all hands on deck, requesting at least one vigilante be at or near Arkham at all times, hoping to at least keep most of the big fish in their cages while they tried to figure out what the hell was going on. And Jason had graciously agreed to help. So here he was, at 3am on a Saturday morning; assisting guards in keep inmates corralled; keeping any eye out for any maximum security escapees.
With none spotted so far, and the people below him literally admitting that they're giving up hope when the Bats arrive, Jason figured he might as well see if a bit of scare tactic will convince them to go back to bed willingly.
"Bats like me, perchance?" The would be escapees in front of him startle and whip around.
"Red Hood?"
"The one and only." Jason shifts to not so subtlely place a hand on his weapons. "Now why don't you 2 just go on back to your rooms and we can forget this little infraction. I won't even tell the guards to write up a discipline slip." The two inmates eye him, then his guns, then each other warily. Finally, they both raise their hands in surrender and begin walking back to their cells.
Jason permits himself a quiet chuckle, much to low to be picked up by the modulator. As he turns back to grapple up to his bird's eye view in the rafters, his eyes catch sight of the inmate who apparently doesn't try to escape. For just a moment, green swamps his vision as Red Hood registers the sight in front of him.
He almost steps in to the cell before a harsh buzz sounds and cell doors clang shut again. An intercom crackles to life announcing the effective lockdown, instructing guards to begin escorting patients back to their cells, cataloging each attempted escapee for future disciplinary measures.
Batman's voice sounds out over comms.
Not a single inmate made it past the main gate. Good job Hood.
Jason seethes for moment longer in front of the cell before biting out his question on the main channel.
What the hell is a kid doing in Arkham!?
A strangled sound makes it through the feed and Nightwing responds, strained.
What?
A KID! Can't be older than 15. In cell... 26B. Looking rather roughed up, I might add. Since why does Arkham even accept minors?
Oracle responds.
Pulling records right now.
Jason eyes the kid, who seems to be entirely unfazed by Red Hood discussing his imprisonment 8 feet away from him. Actually, unfazed is the wrong word. Apathetic is better. Entirely emotionless. Green threatens Jason's vision again as he ponders the potential reasons for the look of resigned desolation on a face so young.
Looks like he was transferred over from a psych ward in Illinois 3 months ago. Ward of the State. File says self-destructive behavior. Apparently he picks up unexplainable injuries and claims ghosts gave them to him.
That still doesn't explain why they sent him to Arkham!
Batman's voice filters back in.
Hood, pull out.
Jason has to force himself to keep his voice down.
WHAT!? I'M NOT LEAVING A KID HERE!
It's almost 4am. Red Robin is on route to relieve you.
I AM NOT LEAVING A 15 YEAR OLD IN ARKHAM!
We will be investigating this further.
15! YOU KNOW, THE SAME AGE I WAS WHEN YOU LET ME DIE IN THAT FUCKING WAREHOUSE.
Jason almost regrets the statement as he here's Dick's stuttered breath. But it seems the kid might have heard him and something about the statement seems to catch his attention.
He actually turns his head to look quizzically at Jason. The expression only lasts a couple seconds before slipping back into blank neutrality as he turns back to the ceiling.
Batman's voice grinds in his ears, an edge in his tone telling Jason that if he doesn't listen, the Bat himself will come pull Jason out.
Hood, his transfer coincides with the start of these break outs. He may be involved. We will be investigating this further, very thoroughly. If he's clean, we will be getting him out of there. But for now I need you to pull out. File your report.
The tone softens.
And get some rest.
#dp x dc#Danny Phantom in Arkham Asylum#A King in Arkham#my writing#I guess I should start a tagslist#I'll try to pull some from the original post#But it would be easiest if y'all just drop tag requests in the comments
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