#mad scientist x civilian

[arealphrooblem]

A Lost Cause

Synopsis: The trusted keeper of all the Heroes' secrets, Civilian's existence is kept a tightly guarded secret itself. So how did the villain find her? And how will she withstand the attempts of his scientist to break her open and discover those secrets himself?

CW: nonconsensual drugging, medical whump, medical experimentation, mentions of wounds from torture

 They ambushed her at one AM on a Wednesday night. She had just chugged a glass of water and was walking back towards her bedroom when five men appeared like plumes of smoke in the dim light of the living room lamp. 

Immediately she smashed the glass on the head of the nearest one. He stumbled back and tripped over the corner of the coffee table, blood gushing down the side of his face. A second man got a donkey kick to the knees and an elbow to the face. But then she tripped on the baggy hem of her sleep pants and that gave the other three men all the opportunity they needed to hold her arms down and chloroform her. 

When she woke up, mind foggy with cotton mouth, the familiar walls of her home had been replaced with metal. She sat tied to a chair and sitting across the metal table from her was a man she’d never seen before.

It wasn’t the why that perplexed her. Even though she never participated in the famous battles that raged across the cities of the world, or had her face blazoned on billboards, or plastered all over the news like the rest of her superhero brethren, she was the most valuable member of the team for one simple reason:

She knew everyone’s secrets. 

Their real names and social security numbers. Their home addresses and family members. Their bank app passwords. The limitations of their powers and their weaknesses. 

She knew these secrets because that was part of her job. She coordinated their lives. When someone got hurt, she arranged medical treatment. When the teammates that couldn’t fly had to go halfway around the world, she kept the private jet refueled and paid the maintenance crew. When someone’s family was in danger, she put them into hiding. She bought booked air bnb rooms under false names, she ran the grocery lists for their base, she made sure Mother’s day cards and birthday presents were sent on time.

Her teammates trusted her with this because she was a vault herself. Her power nullified everyone else’s in a wide radius around her. She had training in three forms of martial arts, could hack into almost any database around her and thus prevent from being hacked, and could shoot with fairly decent accuracy multiple types of guns. 

And when all of that didn’t work, she had a memory palace like an ancient Greek maze that no telepath could find their way through if they ever caught her at a distance.

But the best protection she had was her anonymity. Her association with her teammates was their most highly guarded secret. So it wasn’t the why so much as the how. 

How did Villain find her? How did he even know she existed?

Of course, no one was interested in answering her questions. 

The man sitting across the table from her gave her a bemused half smile when she demanded this information. It gave him a boyish, non-threatening air despite the dark tinted sunglasses he wore. 

“I’m afraid you have things rather backwards,” he said, voice soft and pleasant. Like they were on a coffee date. “I’m the one who gets the answers and you are the one who gets the questions.”

“You’re not getting shit from me,” she spat. 

Her hands wiggled against the bonds tying her to the chair. The zip ties cut into her skin, tight enough that she worried about her circulation. If the man noticed her testing them out, he did not reveal it. Instead that half smile grew slowly into a smirk. 

“I’m sure you believe that. You seem to have a very strong will. But willpower doesn’t really matter when I’m involved.”

He took his glasses off, folded them with care, and placed them with care inside his coat pocket. Brown eyes, sweet and warm like hot chocolate, looked back at her. He leaned forward, hands clasped before him, and focused those eyes on her. 

“You will answer every question I ask, truthfully, with every relevant detail you can think of.”

His voice was low and soothing, with an easy confidence of someone used to getting their way. It gave her great pleasure to respond to him, leaning forward as much as her bonds would allow.

“You will go to hell,” she murmured, matching his tone, “and on the way there you can kiss my ass.”

The man tilted his head, eyebrows raised. Did he really think she was going to give him everything, just like that?

“Tell me your name,” he commanded in that same soft tone.

“Go fuck yourself.”

Surprise spread across his face. “Do you really feel no compulsion to do as I say?”

“Did you really think it would be that easy?” she retorted.

He just stared at her, eyes wide in delightful curiosity.

“Fascinating,” he murmured, pulling his glasses back out of his coat pocket. “Well, I suppose you and I are at an impasse. I could advise you give me your answers willingly, rather than face torture. But I assume you would not take that advice.”

“Your assumption would be correct.”

“A shame. You have such spirit. It’s a pity they will break it.”

Fear curled in her gut but she refused to let it show. “We’ll see about that.”

He slipped his glasses back on, hiding those sweet brown eyes. “When you feel like death would be a mercy, please remember that I tried to give you a choice.”

That line haunted her as she experienced the worst days of her life. No food, no water, no rest. Endless pain. Even as she burrowed herself further and further into her own mind, the pain followed her through every passage of the maze. She intentionally twisted herself down paths with dead ends, paths that recurved on themselves, keeping herself away from the information they wanted so badly. 

If she could just hold out long enough, her team would rescue her. 

She just had to last. Just a little bit longer. 

The next time she found herself strapped to the chair in front of the table, the zip ties were the only thing holding her up, slippery from the blood. The light from the lamp felt like a laser in her eyes. A different man sat across the table from her, his features hazy from her blurred vision. The man was older, that much she could tell, and dressed in a sharp black suit. 

Villain. She’d seen his face in so many files, in so much research for her team on him. She would know him in her sleep.               

“You are remarkably stubborn,” he said, crossing his legs. “I see why they entrusted their secrets to you. A shame I didn’t find you first. That kind of loyalty is hard to find and even harder to buy.”

She had no quip for him, no scathing remarks. All her focus went to not puking. 

“I am not going to waste any more of my resources trying to break you. That may sound like good news at first, but it simply means you are now completely valueless to me. That’s a very dangerous position to be in. Normally I would kill you and dispose of every trace of your existence, but my top scientist has asked me to spare you.”

He stood up, brushing imaginary dirt from his suit coat. “Again, that may sound like good news, but you will wish that I had killed you before long, that much I can assure you.”

Before she could make sense of this development, something sharp pricked the side of her neck and then she knew nothing at all. 

Life passed in hazy flashes. She was in a bed. She heard birds and felt sunlight. She saw the man in the sunglasses. It was impossible to tell what was a dream and what was real. When she finally fully woke up, the world appeared in stages. 

First the beeping. Then the cozy heaviness of a blanket. A small pain in her hand when she jostled it. When her eyes flittered open, she saw walls of deep green and cream, an IV drip that ran to the back of her left hand, a row of succulents on the window sill. A desk and a man sitting at it, scribbling in a notebook. A familiar, bespectacled man. 

“Where am I?” she asked.

Or tried to ask. All that game out of her dry, dusty throat was a croak. 

The man’s scribbling stopped abruptly and he looked over his shoulder. 

“Are you finally awake?” he asked, standing up. 

Another groan filtered from her cracked lips. He walked over to a side table that held a pitcher of water and poured her a glass, dropping in a plastic straw. His fingers pressed something on the side of the bed and the front half lifted slowly up until she was sitting. 

“Drink slowly,” he said.

He held the glass to her lips and she sipped the water through the straw. It took everything in her not to chug it, not to rip it out of his grasp and drown in it when he pulled it away and set the glass on the table.                        

“Where am I?” she asked again, voice hoarse.

“Ah, here we go again thinking you can ask the questions,” he said with that crooked smile. 

She glared at him, which only made his smile grow wider. 

“I think though, this time I will be more generous with my answers. You are in my personal facilities. This is the medical recovery room. There is also my lab, my rooms, a kitchen. Everything we need, in short, for a long stay.”

Nausea roiled in her stomach, and she wasn’t sure if it came from the medicine he put her on or the implication of his words. 

“Are you . . .the scientist?” she whispered. 

It hurt to talk. 

“I am a scientist, certainly.”

Another glare. Another smile. 

“Why?”

Why was she here? Why did he want her? Why wasn’t she dead? All words that caught in her throat. 

“Why am I a scientist? That story dates to my childhood, and I doubt you have much interest in that. Let’s say that I have a fascination with the rules of the world and how you can manipulate them.”

This man was impossible. If she had any strength left, she would have strangled him with the cord of her IV drip. 

The steady beep of her heart rate monitor spiked with her anger. He glanced over at it with mild surprise.

“Don’t you feel at least a little hypocritical,” he asked, “expecting the truth from me when you refuse to give it yourself?”

Hypocritical? Hypocritical? 

“Are you serious right now?” she hissed.

“As a heart attack. Like the one you might give yourself if you don’t keep your anger in check,” he added. “Take deep, slow breaths. Your body is still fragile. We wouldn’t want to undo all the progress of your recovery, would we?”

She took deep slow breaths, hating him the entire time, if only to keep him from knowing how much he got under her skin. He watched with little nods of approval. 

“That’s it. Good. Now that you’re awake, I will take some of your vitals and check your bandages.”

Bandages? She resisted the sudden, panic laced urge to rip the blanket off and check her over her body. What injuries she sustained, he would reveal soon enough. 

She held herself very still while he listened to her chest with a stethoscope. She realized then someone, most likely him, had dressed her in a medical gown and done away with the tattered remnants of her pajamas. He took her blood pressure, pinched the skin of her forearm for dehydration, took her temperature, before sliding the covers back and revealing bandages on her thighs, her knees, wrapped around her feet. 

“Cuts and burns,” he explained at her morbidly curious expression. 

“I don’t feel them,” she said in surprise. 

“You have very good drugs in that IV drip.” 

He treated her injuries with an antibiotic salve, spreading it oh so gently with gloved fingers. Then he returned the blankets over her lap and tugged up her medical gown. She tried to fight it, fingers gripping the hem as tight as she could manage, but he easily overpowered her. 

“Relax, this is nothing inappropriate. You have bruised ribs.”

He checked her with the cold methodical touch of a professional before gently tugging her dress back down. 

“You’re healing very well,” he said proudly. As if she had anything to do with it. “I expect partial recovery within two weeks and a full recovery within the month.”

He straightened up and slid his stethoscope off. “You should get more rest. Sleep is the most crucial component of healing.”

Her hand snaked out and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. Her grip may have been weak and pathetic, but she held on with all her strength regardless. The man considered her, his expression impressible to tell with his sunglasses on. 

“Why?” she rasps throat aching. “Tell me why . . .please.”

It cost her to beg like that. And maybe he sensed that, because he bent down again and brushed an errant curl back from her face. 

“Villain may consider you a lost cause, but I do not give up so easily. You are a fascinating little puzzle box and I am dying to create the tools that will break you open.”

He chucked her under the chin, and made his way out.

[little-pondhead]

I forgot about this.

The whole reasoning behind the Supervillain Danny AU sketches was that his villain persona was the complete opposite of his normal, sane self and hero persona. Danny plays into the Fenton name really hard, and ramps up the “mad scientist” bit, taking inspiration from both his normal civilian life and his parents, thus using just his last name as a villain.

And then I wanted to add what Sam and Tucker might look like if they joined in on his shenanigans. To keep with the “opposite of their normal life” bit, let’s throw in some ghostly artifacts that help the two keep up with Fenton’s madness.

Sam would get an angel’s halo that helps her form ghostly wings, and she’d play into the good-two shoes angelic look, and then she opens her mouth and verbally assaults you. She pins her bangs back and wears clothes that better fit a celestial aesthetic and uses all the etiquette training her parents taught her. Manson looks like some sort of regal angel and people expect her to be the nicest out of all of them. She’s not. Manson is the sneakiest and most bloodthirsty one, and heroes regularly wonder if she has actually committed murder or not.

Tucker takes inspiration from his time as a pharaoh. He has a metal postiche that enhances his physical ability. (Maybe it gives him dreadlocks too, but I like to think Tucker is just wearing a whole ass wig.) He wears a strange mix of street wear and his pharaoh outfit, and throws his tech-obsessed self out the window. Fenton is the nerdy one here, so now Foley is the muscle. Foley plays up meathead American bully stereotype hard. He delights in throwing hands, and hunts down supers just for the sake of a fun spar. (For him not for the supers.) Foley’s favorite people to fight so far is Killer Croc and Superman. Heroes are concerned about what would happen if Foley fought for real, but then they saw what he did to the Joker “as a joke” and decided not to ask any more questions.

Basically, the trio looked at their civilian lives and picked out what they considered “villainous traits” from the people around them that they then played into as villains themselves. If that makes sense. Sam hates how her parents want a perfect child, so she makes herself look like one. She speaks in backhanded comments and has a snooty attitude, which she learned from other rich people. Tucker is constantly confronted by bullies everyday, and all the rogues that come to Amity are always fighting, so that’s what he decides to mimic. Yeah, he now gets to be the big and strong protector of the group, but all his experience with fighting have been bad ones, and that reflects in his style. And finally, Danny. Why does he take after his parents and play into the family name? Because the Fentons are one of the biggest obstacles and source of anxiety in his life. Danny associates mad scientists to pain and other bad things, so even if all he’s being helpful in a really annoying way as a villain, his parents and the threat of the GIW still influence how he presents himself. Because to Danny, those two things are far more scary than a kid with a pirate ship or a man wearing a bat fursuit.

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DP x DC prompt:

Daniel was seething. It's been a year since he left the league and they've already found him. Well, it was his mother who found him. Not that that was any better but at least it wasn't Grandfather.

It also shouldn't have taken him so long to dispose of those soldiers. They weren't even that capable. Far below his level and yet he struggled. He needed to resume his training soon or else he would become rusty.

He cursed himself for getting too comfortable with civilian life. Not that his life was comfortable, far from actually.

He had been adopted by a pair of mad scientist with no concept of lab safety; and for all the intelligence they had, they couldn't fathom how to properly take care of a child, leaving their daughter to take care of herself and now her newly adopted sibling!

He sighed. He was starting to get angry. He couldn't afford to get angry. Especially not at Jazz. She was only two years older than him and was doing her best. She's also the only good thing in his life right now meaning that he had to cherish her, not break her. (He wouldn't be like his brother)

His mind stayed on Jazz for a while before immediately increasing his speed. He really needed to resume his training. How could he be so slack to forget such a possibility! Daniel desperately hoped that his sister Jazz was okay and that they wouldn't dare.

Entering through his bedroom window he rushed straight to Jazz's bedroom. It was open. She wasn't there.

Daniel started to panic when he heard a muffed scream coming from downstairs. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In all honesty Daniel expected the worse. To see his sister Jazz dead on the floor, thick red gushing from her neck, the scent of blood in the air. And there was blood, it just wasn't her's.

Daniel always prided himself on having a vivid imagination. It was a great way to escape after an especially hard training session with his brother. But he would have never imagined this.

In the small, laughably suburban kitchen of the Fenton household was a sight to behold. In the air were two mangled bodies, unidentifiable if not for the league's emblem still visible on one of them. And on the wall was a splatter, a rather big one. It wasn't blood. It was too dark to be. But whatever it was was very unlucky.

In the center of the kitchen was Jazz. Her arms were outstretched, burning sigils rotating at the end of each palm. Her eyes glowed a bright icy blue.

Upon noticing him everything stopped. She looked fearful. Tears threatening to come forth.

"Wait I can explain, just don't tell mom or dad! Please!"

Daniel, still a bit shocked but not as much, simply walked into the kitchen towards the cupboard. Taking out a clean towel he unsheathed he sword and began to clean it.

He looked over his shoulder towards Jazz. She didn't look as scared but her eyes still held some fear. So he spoke, making sure the still bloody sword was in veiw.

"I won't tell if you don't." He flashed a grin his tiny fangs peaking out.

Jazz sighed as in the weight of the world was lifted off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be back for a while. Wanna help me clean up?"

[goinggoingghone]

dp x dc au but danny is bruce's biological kid and he knows it. his parents straight up told him as soon as he was old enough to know, and he loves his adopted parents all the same.

of course, it was a bit rocky with all that ghost business, but eventually Jack and Maddie came around to their halfa son and liminal daughter. Danny just thought it was funny they took longer to accept he was alive and dead than accepting he was in a relationship with Sam and Tucker.

So there's some ghost conference in Gotham being held by the GIW in order to get more occultists/people interested in ghosts to work for them. The Fentons go there, as published ghost scientists, to expose the GIW and prevent people from buying into their beliefs.

But while they're out, one of the Bats mistakes Danny for a younger Bruce. Of course there are some differences, but the Bat (I'm thinking Tim, who's running on like -16 hours of sleep and several cups of coffee) is convinced he's a clone or something. So he takes a DNA sample and the results come out: he's Bruce's kid.

Bruce is devastated that he couldn't be there for one of his kids, and so he tries to get more info in order to possibly get custody back. Tucker, who accidentally found the network the Batcomputer used three weeks ago while looking for the GIW's, is immediately aware they're looking into Danny.

The Fentons have a collective moment of "oh for fuck's sake" and try to come up with a plan to get Bruce Wayne, who definitely is Batman at this point, to get off their case.

While on a walk to get his thoughts in order, Danny runs into Red Hood in Crime Alley. Both of them are immediately aware of the other for vastly different reasons. Jason, for "Batman wants to adopt this kid who already has a family" and Danny, for "oh shit this guy has a fucked up core what the hell is wrong with this guy" they have a Spiderman meme moment and Red Hood, always on the lookout for an opportunity to spite Bruce, offers his help. Danny accepts, with the caveat that he takes Jason to the Realms to figure out what the fuck is up with him.

Jason is extraordinarily confused but for some reason the Pit is really quiet around this guy and he feels safe around some dumb teenager so he's like "okay?? Sure??"

Danny takes him back to the hotel the Fentons are staying in and explains the situation a bit. Jack and Maddie hook up their temporary portal (blowing the electricity of the hotel in the meantime) and get Jason to the ghost doctor, Frostbite.

He gets diagnosed with "bro your ectoplasm is fucked up" disease and his ectoplasm is cleaned. He's like a diet halfa, with a few ghost powers but no ghost form. A liminal on steroids.

Anyway, Bruce sends a Batkid to the Fentons hotel (because of course he found it) in civilian garb to explain the situation. The Fentons Are Not Having It.

So, of course, with parents Bruce believes are mad scientists, he takes it upon himself to get that child out of a home of mad ghost hunters. By kidnapping him.

Danny's just pissed off because he finally got Vlad off his case and now he's here dealing with ANOTHER billionaire with a bat-themed super persona wanting to forcefully adopt him. The irony would be funny if it weren't so infuriating.

The Batkids are so happy to have a "new brother" in the house, even if said brother really doesn't want to be there. Jason just has no fucks left to give anymore and re-kidnaps Danny.

This of course sparks a game of Who Can Kidnap Danny and it's getting to the point where Danny just hates the BatFamily more and more because he was SUPPOSED to have a date with Sam and Tucker today and now he's holed up in the Batcave getting fitted for a vigilante costume by Nightwing. Alfred and Jason are the only sane people in the mansion.

So Danny "Bad Decisions" Fenton just says "fuck it" and goes ghost in private, leaving the manor and flying back to Amity. The convention has ended by this point, so they're all back home.

Cue BatFamily freaking out.

Eventually Bruce serves the Fentons legal papers (once he finds their address). The Fentons show up to court and verbally and respectfully ream Bruce for trying to re-adopt their son who they love so much. As the evidence of Bruce being wrong adds up, he realizes what he's done and feels like shit. Jason gives him a hearty "I told you so" for his efforts.

The Fentons live happily ever after, and Danny gets a cool secondary family that he doesn't really like until they all apologize.

Heheh. Just wait until they meet Dani, he thinks.

[firegirl888101]

Insatiable Madness (10)

|Sagau Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Reader|

You need to start planning an escape.

Reader is Gender Neutral!

It wasn't the most flattering picture of you they decided to use. At least you could find some humour in that fact.

"...Why are you just staring at 'the television'?" Sandrone raised an eyebrow, looking distraught.

"Oh, hey, you're on there!" Childe pointed out. "You famous?"

"Something like that..." You mumbled in return, trying to hide the smug smile on your face.

This is perfect. They couldn't read the roman alphabet! Not only can you use this against them to plan an escape, but you can also insult them later for it!

Illiterate bitches You snickered to yourself.

"Yesterday afternoon, a local fast food restaurant in '_____ ___ _______' was attacked by an unknown group. Police officers found in the area of the crime were frozen solid in strong ice, scientists all across the country have come to try and understand how such a phenomenon could happen."

The screen changed to the McDonald's you were taken from yesterday, to a hospital ward with remnants of ice all over the floor. The camera panned upwards to a man laying on one of the hospital beds. His face looked awful, like he'd been revived from the dead. His nose red and lips blue, he was shivering as nurses rushed to get heatpacks for him.

"When the first officer was thawed, he had no memories after he'd been turned to ice. From what our journalist's gathered from him, the group whom attacked the restaurant kidnapped a civilian inside the facility, killing all who remained inside and allowing children to run away from the scene."

The screen then cut to a zoomed in clip of him sitting up, visibly in a better condition than before.

"Could you tell us what happened?" A cameraman from behind the screen asked him, the police officer looking directly into the lens of the device.

"It was... traumatising." He answered in a low tone. "I had ran from the station after being called to an emergency downtown. Something about an answer to a 999 call expressing worries of there being a hostage. My co-workers ran out of the police car first, and shouted from outside the building."

"And?" The cameraman pushed him, noticing the officer's hesitation.

The officer sighed, his breath shaky, then continued.

"A woman calmy walked outside, at least I think it was a woman. I remember my friends shouting for 'a lady' to stop walking towards them and put her hands in the air. Last thing I remember is seeing something blue and shiny heading right for my co-workers and the police car I was in."

"Bah!" The cameraman laughed out loud. "You're saying she was the one who almost froze you to death? Don't be ridiculous, unless you dreamt Elsa." He mocked.

"But, that's what happened!" The police officer shouted at him, the footage of the hospital suddenly going black.

"The Police Station checked all officer's body cameras. However, from the external ice interference, all footage was damaged and therefore unable to be investigated."

Another picture of you, different from the first one displayed earlier, transitioned next to the lady reading from her script. Her face showed one of concern.

"The missing person is Mx Y/N L/N, a college student who was kidnapped at the location. They were the one whom called 999 and first alerted authorities to the situation in the building. Our heart goes out to them, in hopes of them being safe." She said sympathetically. Her face soon changed to an interested one, forgetting about all the death's in the first place.

"Just who could this group and 'lady' be? Where did they get the power to turn others into ice? Perhaps the lady is their leader! Let's hope an update on the situation comes soon. To find out more, go to our websi--"

You turned the television off with a disgusted expression on your face.

Fake. Arse. Bitch.

"Her??? 'The Leader'? Fuck that shit." Childe scoffed, arms crossed with a glare sent towards the woman.

"Enough, Childe." Signora scoffed back, rolling her eyes at the child clearly fuming.

"So, everyone knows you've gone missing?" The Regrator whistled, fiddling with a mora coin and sitting on the only armchair which hadn't been torn to pieces.

Ugh, you forgot they could still understand the English language.

"Yup." You sighed.

"Even though I already know the answer," Scaramouche huffed. "Do you have friends who could have seen that and immediately thought to check up on you at your house?"

Oh yeah, if only you had friends who actually cared about you! Then, maybe someone would come looking for you. Also, was Scaramouche implying you had no friends!?

For his information, you knew plenty of people and had a lot of 'friends'! ... Unfortunately, you don't think they care enough to drop by your house.

"Pshh!" You shoved his shoulder lightly, slightly hurt. The puppet scowled and rolled his eyes. "Of course I do. They just... aren't available right now." You lied with a shrug.

Scaramouche simply stared back at you. "Uh-huh, I believe you." He shook his head, walking away.

"Hey, don't walk away from me. You need to- HEY, THAT DOESN'T MEAN EVERYONE ELSE CAN TOO! CLEAN THIS GOD DAMN MESS YOU LOT MADE OR I SWEAR TO-"

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Everyone walked off to do their own thing around the house after that... cleaning session. You spied on what the harbingers were doing, a notepad in your hands with scribbled writing full of potential ideas to get away from the house.

You'd crossed out many plans:

Use phone, call someone?

Definitely not, you'd be heard and questioned by the harbingers then lose your phone to their control. There's no doubt in your mind Pierro would let Sandrone and Dottore get their hands on it.

Run out house, when everyone is sleeping?

Wouldn't work. They said it themselves, some of them don't sleep. Plus, most of them probably have supersonic hearing.

Suggest to go out together then secretly pass someone a note?

Too dangerous. The harbingers would quickly catch on to what you were planning, and would potentially kill the person whom you asked for help.

Ugh! This is terrible. Your dumb brain has thought of every possible way to escape, and they all end up in failure! They're too risky, the phone one is the most ideal but you'd never risk your phone being taken away too early! It could be detrimental later down the line.

"Decider. If I may have your attention," The old sounding voice of Pulcinella coughed from in front of you. "I would like to ask a question."

"A question? I mean, it's not like I can stop you from asking it." You hid your notepad from his view.

You didn't want to make the harbingers suspicious. Even if they couldn't read what you were writing.

"Insolent child." Pulcinella sighed to himself, shaking his head. "What exactly do you plan to do about the food?"

"Huh? Whaddya mean 'the food'?"

"While your meal from last night was delicious, I noticed from how it tasted it isn't the... healthiest option. Feeding 12 people, including yourself, is quite a task so I understand why you prepared something like it. But, aren't you worried about eventually running out?" He scratched his mustache, sitting on the sofa next to you.

"You're right." You sighed back to him with a nod. "I'll need to go shopping soon to get more food for everyone. But if I start doing that, I'll eventually run out of money."

"The Regrator can lend you some Mora---"

"Fuck that." You scoffed. "First of all, I know just how harsh the Fatui are with debt. Second of all, Mora isn't even the currency used here."

"You mean to say The Regrator is worth nothing in this world?" The old man's face grew amused.

"I mean, he wasn't worth anything to begin with..." You grumbled, trying to be as quiet as possible. "Anyway, I'll need to go to the cornershop and grab us some food."

"You won't be going anywhere." Pierro walked into the room, a small yawn erupting from his lips.

"Welcome back from my office." You glared slightly, Pierro glaring in return.

Well, technically it's not your office. Buuuut, your father did always joke how it would be yours when he dies... so yeah, it's yours now.

"I see no reason why it must belong to you when you are so concerned of your bedroom." He put a piece of paper in front of you.

"What does this say?" He dropped the paper on your lap, you giving him an eye roll before taking a closer look.

It seemed to be a... private file addressed to your dad. Something about house bills being paid at a certain date,. Wow, that's not interesting at all.

"Don't you know privacy is the only thing I have left now?" You scoffed, pushing the paper away from you.

"Now, Now...." Pulcinella scolded you, his walking stick digging into your foot. "Treat The Jester politely."

"Fine. I don't want to read it to you since they're my father's personal affairs, got it?" You winced, sighing in relief when feeling the pressure on your foot fade.

"Understandable." Pierros sighed to himself. "It looked important, with this script being written in thicker ink."

I could have sworn Teyvat has made something equivalent to a printing press... How else would 'The Legend of the Sword' gotten so popular? You thought, scratching your cheek with a confused face.

Well, Pierro was right either way. What he didn't know, was the bold text he deemed important was just the money paid, and the next date due.

Not like the house bills mattered anymore, you were assumed missing and it's probably not going to be visited for at least a year due to the janky government.

Besides, you were missing, not dead. According to the law, you have seven years until you need to worry about the police barging down the door. You probably won't live that long, so yay for legalities sake!

"Well, it would have been important for my mother and father before you ripped their carcass' in half. Now it's meaningless, ...for the next seven years or whatever." You gave a sassy reply, handing the paper back to him.

"Could you put it back where you found it? You'll probably not let me back in the office."

"Very well." He took the paper from you, leaving the room without another word.

"You, Mx Decider, need to work on your manners." Pulcinella gave you a side-eye.

"I have manners, but I won't give them to people who killed at least 30 people because they couldn't 'find the person they were looking for'. And then proceeded to kidnap them and--"

"I am getting tired of your blathering." He cut you off, a vein very clear on his head.

"One would say you act worse than Tonia back in Snezhnaya, but that would be a compliment. The situation is over and done now, I don't think you realise how much trouble you're actually in at this moment."

"Well, old man, everyone has a different coping method for traumatic situations. It just so happens that one of mine is joking and yapping on and on and on--"

"Understood. Just, shut up for the sake of my headache." He rubbed his head with his fingers, effectively shushing you.

Ahh, being annoying truly has its perks no matter who you annoy. From a scolding mother, to a bloodthirsty harbinger.

Anyway, you have an idea. You may look like an idiot trying, but you have evidence it could work.

All the Harbingers called you 'The Decider', meaning they recognised you before you even met them. This must mean they were aware of your existence before they left the game and entered your world.

Arlecchino in particular, she commented on Aether's existence being involved with your title. This means you're tied to him in some way. Perhaps.. If you were to log in to Genshin again you could ask him what in the fuck was going on.

You're not the smartest person, but this seems like the most obvious choice right now. You wish you could say the same for it being the easiest choice.

You hadn't logged into Genshin since you were forcefully taken out of the bathroom's in the restaurant. Were you really ready to go back to Genshin? The game which started all of this?

This is definitely not two (technically three) weeks late or anything... ahahah....

I, 100%, purposefully uploaded this on Valentine's Day.

Yup.

Anyway, I'm very unsatisfied with this. But I really wanted to post it. I'll try to make the next one as long as possible since I'd like to personally not make too many views...

One day, I'll most likely combine some shorter ones into one whole view if that makes sense :3 (I think I've mentioned this before...)

Please don't expect too many happy, nice and generally fluffy scenes.

This is Yandere, a genre which should never, under any circumstance be considered normal. It's abusive, unhealthy and leads to a lot of victims facing awful conditions which they never should or ever have to endure no matter who they are.

This is fiction that I'm writing, meaning it's all taken light-heartedly IN A FICTIONAL SENSE.

If anyone, by chance, is currently in conditions where a loved-one or yourself has suddenly become distant and/or being hurt when away from eyes please get help. Talk to them, or if it's you, talk to someone you know you can trust.

If you can't talk to anyone, find authorities who can help you. Call 999, as it is in the U.K, or your local emergency service. They will always help you, and will never deny your rights or freedom.

Thanks for reading this, I hope all who's reading knows this information already, but I thought I'd include it since who knows when it comes to where you are in the world and whether your education programs taught critical information like this.

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[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc idea 10

I’ve read quite a few fics where you have amity Parker’s in Gotham causing chaos. Not so much a field trip to amity. Which is a tourist attraction town.

So maybe a school trip or forced vacation ends up with one or a few members of the batfam in amity park.

First thing they realize is there is no traffic cops. Jack Fenton nearly hit them and obviously needs his license taken away. It’s obviously bad as all the amity park citizens just know how to avoid them. Like the citizens just don’t care and are used to it.

Second thing is that civilians find out ghost are in fact real. Any member of the hero community are like okay supernatural problem here. The ghost that makes them realize this is box ghost. Once more the amity park citizens don’t care. It’s just the box ghost phantom will handle it and continue amongst there day.

So now there is an unknown vigilante who just is in this nowhere town. One with comparable powers to Superman. That part is concerning and report worthy. Plus the Fentons seem to be set on hunting down ghost. About how they’ll rip them sort molecule by molecule so looks like mad scientists are here as well.

Then technus shows up with his I’ll take over the world. Communication outside is not working. No contact for help nothing. Obviously Danny handles it and soups him. Nobody in town was batting there eyes at this point. Just talks like at least it wasn’t vortex or overgrowth this time.

So whoever was in the town now has to make a report. There is a unknown vigilante who is over powered, it’s obvious they’ve been going for a while no one batted an eye, very big ghost problem and mad scientists in town. It’s gonna be a fun report.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Always a man, a city, and a lighthouse...

"Robin, Red Robin, stay back for a minute," Batman said as he dismissed everyone for patrol. "I have a new mission for you. Dozens of civilians have gone missing around the decommissioned Gotham City Lighthouse." A few clicks and the Batcomputer displayed a map of the Upper West Side, a highlight on the lighthouse. "I want you both to investigate the building. Everyone who's gone missing entered the lighthouse, but nothing has been found by the police. I suspect that the lighthouse is being used for gun smuggling, but we need more information.

"That's where you two come in."

Or, I've been reading too much of @virgamsysxvolumes 's Lucky Rush AU, and wanted a true Bioshock AU for dc x dp.

Underneath the city, in the vast and endless caverns beneith Gotham, lies the subterranean city of Amity. Amity was the pet project of the mad scientist couple, the Drs. Fenton, to investigate the effects of ectoplasm on humans, but with the help of their best friend, Vlad Masters, they transformed Amity into a Technocracy City filled with scientists, and completely lacking in morals.

Or at least, that's how it was ten years ago, before the creation of Plasm (the Adam replacement), a neon green goo that's basically meth that gives you superpowers. Everyone from the top scientists to the lower working class starting doping on Plasm, which gave people the ability to control fire, create hallucinogenic spores, summon bats, etc. Vlad, the mayor, was deposed in a cue let by the Fentons and the city descended into anarchy, with people from the surface getting lured down from the lighthouse so they can continue their experiments.

The Fentons are 100% not good people in this. Jack is in charge of all the technological advances in Amity, while Maddie has created human/ghost hybrids--the Little Sisters of the story--that can naturally harvest ectoplasm from dead bodies to use for experiments. Once everyone's hooked on Plasm, the Little Sisters are in danger from acting Splicers, so she creates Big Daddies to protect them.

Danny is the only Little Brother, and Jazz is the only Big Sister. Vlad turned them both into monsters as revenge against the Fentons for the cue, but the couple didn't really care, with Jack barely acknowledging he has children, and Maddie acting like they were never turned into monsters to begin with. Not sure about ages... Jazz is probably the same as her canon age, but if Danny is still 14, he looks 10, tiny and malnourished and pale.

Tim and Damian are trapped in Amity after an automatic system determines them as good test subjects. The AI filters out any cops, so that's why the police never found anything. The elavator brings them down into the city, showing a sweeping shot of neon in the darkness of the caves, and the boys figure out pretty quickly something is blocking their calls.

Tim gets super injured early on. I think, a Jack Fenton booby trap (that exclaims that it's a Jack Fenton Booby Trap moments before activating, which should be funny, but isn't when death lasers are being launched at him.). Damian gets captured, and that's when Tim is contacted by Vlad, who is our Atlas stand in for the game, only Tim immediately realizes that this man is sketchy af.

But unfortunately, in order to rescue Damian, Tim has to splice himself with Plasm. Maybe its for fire-wielding, or telekinesis but Tim can't get to wherever Damian is being held and, while torn, splices himself to save Damian.

Damian was kidnapped because his exposure to Lazirus Waters made a Big Daddy think he was a Little Sister, so it brought him back to the Casper Academy, which is where Little Sisters drop their harvests off in the care of William Lancer. Lancer looks after the girls because Maddie Fenton is too busy, but it's against his will despite him caring for them all. He's trapped in the building, can't leave or he dies. He's actually relieved to know that Vlad is still alive and trusts him, because to Lancer he was just a good mayor who was overthrown and the Fentons are the real bad guys, just look what they did to their kids!

This is where the batkids first learn about Danny and Jazz, although they don't meet them until a while after this. Danny actually ends up being the one leaving Plasm out for Tim every time he rescues a Little Sister. (Sidenote, they end up killing people while in Amity. While both do have death counts, the problem with Amity is that they have to use stronger and stronger levels of force to get people to go down, leading them to escalating and killing quite a few).

Lancer points them to communications to get their comms working again, and that area is run by Damon Grey.

At some point after comms are back on, the two learn that Red Hood actually came in after them after hours of no communication and has been captured by Maddie Fenton, who intends to turn him into a Big Daddy.

In late story, it's revealed that Jack Fenton was murdered before the cue even happened, and that the Jack Fenton they'd been communicating with the entire time was an AI assistant created by living Jack to keep his work going. The cue was actually retaliation from Maddie and the Jack AI for murdering Jack.

The story would eventually end with Tim, Damian, and Jason freeing all the Little Sisters along with Danny and Jazz.

[vvaspoppie]

Doc Ock x Symbiote!Reader

→ Author’s Note: Requested this from another writer (that’s also really cool), and decided to also write my own version. No specified version of Ock, pre and post evil versions are mentioned.

→⚠ Warnings ⚠: unethical science,

→ Fandom: Unspecified

→ Genre: Headcanons

→  Pronouns: They/Them

The Backstory:

You were a scientist who worked on studying the organic matter samples Colonel Jameson had brought to earth. Unfortunately, one of those samples was capable of a lot more movement than originally believed.

Long story short: Some of it bonded with you, you quit soon after due to not wanting anyone to get suspicious then started working at Oscorp.

Pre Tentacles:

He, and almost every other co-worker, is a little bit curious about the fact that you quit your last job to work at Oscorp but drops the subject after the mention of an NDA (which wasn’t true)

Notices you talking to yourself a lot, but doesn’t question it much. Most of the scientists he works with have an odd habit or two.

You totally slip up and call yourself 'we' in a conversation, which he does bring up

"There's a perfectly reasonable explanation if you give me enough time to think of a lie."

On to the actual dating

You guys keep it on the down low and by that I mean absolutely nobody knows. He likes privacy

His love language is talking about his experiments and asking you about yours (and physical touch but that takes a while)

The symbiote makes the relationship difficult, especially because he doesn't know about it

You don’t ever tell him about the symbiote, the symbiote speaks for itself (literally, and to a disastrous extent)

He takes a while to process it, but once he does he shares his work on his tentacles

He tries not to think of the moral implications of the whole situation because he loves you and knows you wouldn't do harm intentionally (he is wrong)

Post Tentacles:

Ok so in most versions Otto goes missing for a brief time after the accident™

So what happens in this brief time?

Chaos. Pure chaos and fear

Not only are you distraught and angry but your symbiote also formed an emotional attachment

Absolutely no one gets a break. Criminals, civilians, co workers, Norman even Spider-Man

The streets are filled with nothing but fear and it stays like that until you get your Otto back

At which point:

Yay, evil power-couple time!

I mean what did you expect, you’re the host to a symbiote that eats people to survive and likes to commit crimes; there is almost nothing he could do that you either 1) haven’t already done or 2) had to literally fight yourself not to do

He changed after the accident, and it reminds you of when you first bonded with your symbiote. You try and be patient, knowing that he's still the same person, just with a different attitude and outlook on life.

With some communication skills being flexed, the relationship works out well

He also gains a new thing to be mad at the world about (Tabloids keep calling him a monsterfucker and so does your Symbiote)

It's that whole Roger and Jessica Rabbit thing except no one knows who's Roger or Jessica at any given moment.

You keep working at Oscorp to keep suspicions low and provide insider information

Yes, the suit makes you look very good - now do you want to be part of the Insidious Sinister Six or not?

You don’t want to fight Spider-Man head-on most of the time (much to the Symbiote's chagrin) so you agree to work with them, but not be on the team.

Anyway you end up kicking ass and now half the team is scared of you (Much to the Symbiote’s delight) (remember that episode in the 90s show were Venom Spider-Man almost kills Rhino and Shocker? Yeah you do something like that)

His ego may be nearing the size of the sun, but even then he’s slightly scared of what would happen if your symbiote gained full control. (Your symbiote likes him so his nerves are good, but still makes sure nothing happens that affects your memories)

Speaking of which he wants to do some - totally not evil because he loves you- experiments revolving around the Symbiote

Overall, the relationship is wholesome, if not unconventional.

[black-rose-events]

Villaintine's Day 2024: Evil Schemes Masterlist

(Total: 25)

Evil Scheme 01

Sidekick is the mastermind who’s been foiling Hero/Villain’s attempts, not Villain/Hero

Evil Scheme 02

Investigative Reporter is close to unraveling the plot of the century and Detective isn’t ready for their cover to be blown (either corrupt or secretly Hero/Villain!Detective)

Evil Scheme 03

Detective who has to investigate a string of crimes and ends up discovering more about Villain than they ever thought they would (could be an identity reveal or a bigger plot or a “the Villain is actually the good guy and X is actually the antagonist)

Evil Scheme 04

Wants-to-do-Good Mayor x Jaded!Hero who just wants to go home (bonus points if you pit Jaded!Hero x Committed-to-Evil!Villain against each other too)

Evil Scheme 05

Corrupt!Mayor x Usurping!Villain (villain could be good, villain could be evil and just want power for themselves, it’s up to you!)

Evil Scheme 06

Hero/Villain who barely escapes/defeats Hero/Villain and knows it’s hopeless in the long run but keeps trying - lose the battle, win the war type thing

Evil Scheme 07

Responses to “I love you”:

“Oh, you poor, poor thing.” *laughs hysterically.*

“…What?”

“Oh you lovesick kitten, you fell in love with the wrong person.”

*Laughs hysterically.* “Hilarious, impeccable timing.”

“I hadn’t pegged you for the type to fall in love. I was thinking of angles, researching, trying to figure your actions out. But we both lost. You fell in love and I didn’t even think of that being your reason.”

“I don’t understand.” // “Of course you don’t. Your brain’s all drowned in red roses right now.”

“Yes, yes, we get the joke.” // “No, I’m not joking.” // “Well then, you’re an idiot. Or mistaken. Or under a spell.” // “No, I’m not!” // “Yes, you are.” // “If I was, then I wouldn’t still be here arguing after you laughed in my face and just called me an idiot.” // “Exactly, if you weren’t, then I wouldn’t have called you an idiot. You’re not in love with me, you just think you are.” // “Excuse me?” // “You heard me, you’re mistaken, darling.”

“Hehe, thanks. Soo, anyway—” // “Wait, what’s your reply?” // “Huh?” // “I said I love you” // “Oh, yeah, I said thank you. Thanks. Have a good day.” *Turns to leave*

“Aww, sweetheart, no.”

“Aww, sweetheart…no.”

“Aww, sweetheart. No.”

“Cool. Be cooler if someone loved you too.”

“If only there was someone out there who loved you.”

“Aww, I love me too.” *Goes about their day.*

“No, you don’t.” // “What, of course I do.”

“Um. No. You don’t. You’re in love with the idea of me. Pretty normal, don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll find someone. Good luck.”

[Bonus] “No, but I really do.”

[Bonus] *Tears in their eyes* “But…”

Evil Scheme 08

Responses to “I’d die for you”:

“Then perish.”

“Then perish.” They said it with steely blank eyes. No emotion on their face.

“Then die."

"Then die.” And they punched them in the face and walked over their body.

“Then go ahead,” they said, waving their hand dismissively, “You have my permission.”

"…Cool.“ They gave a big smile and walked away.

"You will.” and pushed them off.

Evil Scheme 09

Civilian!Kid keeps showing up to Hero’s and Villain’s fights, heckling Hero/Villain and ends up becoming a thorn in both their sides

Evil Scheme 10

Retired Hero x Retired Villain but the grudge is still going strong…just in retirement so it’s over things like shuffleboard or the local baking competition or something

Evil Scheme 11

Investigative Reporter keeps getting in the way of Detective’s investigation (for a romantic twist: and keeps putting themself in danger)

Evil Scheme 12

Hero and Villain know each others’ identities and try to inconvenience each other as civilians as much as possible

Evil Scheme 13

Klutzy!Villain x Unlucky!Hero

Evil Scheme 14

Mad Scientist x Magic!Hero/Villain

Evil Scheme 15

Mad Scientist x Mad Magician

Evil Scheme 16

Mysterious!Villain x Hero Who Can See Emotions

Evil Scheme 17

Abstract: Hate potions

Scheme Ideas:

Maybe Whumper (Villian/Hero/Civilian/Mayor/Sidekick/Henchman/etc) gives Caretaker a hate potion so they don’t like whumpee anymore. Maybe Whumper gives a hate potion to whumpee. Or (!) Caretaker mistakenly drinks a hate potion and becomes a whumper👀 There are options😈

Evil Scheme 18

Gentle Supervillain x Investigative Reporter

Evil Scheme 19

Sassy!Villain x Adorable!Henchperson

Evil Scheme 20

By-the-Book Detective x Chaotic!Hero

Evil Scheme 21

Vigilante x Pesky!Reporter

Evil Scheme 22

Chosen-One-Hero-Turned-Villain x the powers that chose them

Evil Scheme 23

Evil Scheme 24

Hero knows Villain’s identity. Villain doesn’t know Hero knows.

or

Villain knows Hero’s identity. Hero doesn’t know Villain knows.

Hero’s and Villain’s civilian personas are lovers…but Hero and Villain are nemeses

Evil Scheme 25

Injured hero/villain/sidekick/henchman shows up on Civilian's doorstep...but their whumper isn't far behind them.

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[scryarchives]

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

chaos has ensued in the city, and this villain has no intention of letting up. when all felt lost, a new hero showed up, much to jaime's surprise.

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– pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers, tw: mentions of blood

– author's note: created an absolutely new character for this chapter, and i discovered that i have no idea how to write fight scenes well. disclaimer: i don't speak Spanish, Nahuatl or Tamil so please do correct me if i am wrong! read more under the cut! :)

“Mierda, this looks messy,” Jaime winced at the sight below him where a figure stood, her hands spread out as people screamed around her.

“Khaji, what’s the situation like so far?”

“It appears the woman has psychosomatic illusions,” Jaime’s brows furrowed. “Psychosomatic illusions; the user can cast illusions powerful enough to–”

“Cause physical effects and injuries, I know what that means, Khaji. I took pre-law, I know what quantum physics is.”

The hero flew downwards, to where the villain stood, her laughter cackling in a twisted way. Her hair was frizzled and messy, a messily dyed lab coat over her shoulders as goggles covered her crazed eyes. She slammed a mace onto the roof of a now-abandoned car.

Snapping her fingers, the mace disappeared, sparkles remaining in its place.

“Come on! You are all so pathetic, don’t you all wanna play?” She hollered, waving her hands as a hatchet materialised in her hands, aiming it towards a poor civilian who saw his life flash before his eyes.

“Hey, that’s not playing nice,” Blue Beetle quipped, the handle of the hatchet in his hands, blade inches away from the middle of the civilian’s forehead.

Quickly, the hero tilted his head back at the civilian, who instantly ran out of range, seeking safety. The Blue Beetle raised his arm, aiming the weapon back at the villain, but before he could throw the hatchet, it disappeared, vanishing into thin air.

“And who are you supposed to be?” She sneered, her eyes narrowing with a huff. 

“The name’s Blue Beetle, but you look like… a mad scientist?”

“Oh, you’re so observant!” Her expression morphed into one of enjoyment, the woman hopping down from the roof of a car, watching as the hero formed light blasters from his wrists. 

Her eyes lit up in a warped sense of joy, a gasp of interest escaping her. Shaking her shoulders, she cracked her neck, eyes trained on the hero who had just entered the scene. 

“I can tell, you’re gonna be so fun to play with!” 

Without a second to spare, gauntlets formed around her wrists and the former scientist lunged in Blue Beetle’s direction. Swiftly, the light blasters disappeared, a shield forming around the hero’s figure instead. His forearms held up in self-defence out of instinct despite the glowing shield.

“Ohoho! You’re good!” She hissed, pressing harder against the armour. “I can’t wait to squash you!”

Blue Beetle grunted, pushing back against the villain, a yelp escaping her.

“No thanks, I’d like to be back for dinner in one piece,” He replied, the shield dissipating around him.

With a new sword forming in his hands, Blue Beetle aimed his sword in the woman’s direction, her gauntlets forming an ‘X’ shape and bringing the sword to a halt. The sound of metal clashing against metal filled the air before the woman replaced her gauntlets with a larger axe, moving out of the way just as the sword landed.

Moment after moment, blow after blow, the two figures were face-to-face once again before her weapon changed shape back into the gauntlets, her hands raised and colliding with the Beetle’s mask.

He let out a cry, punch after punch landing. He tried his best to fight back, but he could feel himself stumbling back. Memories flooded his mind as he was soon trapped in the corner, down on his rear and his forearms brought up to defend himself.

Jaime thanked whatever higher power that his armour was stronger than it looked, wincing at the injuries that would leave a bruise tomorrow.

“Say goodnight, Bug Boy!” The woman hissed, her arm raised higher than any of the previous punches before, zoning in directly onto his skull.

Jaime closed his eyes, waiting for the impact, waiting for the hard material to break open his armour, waiting to feel the metal crash into his skull.

But a shriek of pain filled the air, his eyes snapping open in alarm. He glanced upwards, finding the villain above him hissing in pain. A sharp, black blade glinted in the sunlight, lodged in the woman’s upper arm, the item set aflame.

Crimson blood trickled down the villain’s bicep, her gaze trained on her bleeding arm as anger filled her veins.

“Not on my watch!” Another voice cut in, both their heads snapping to the source.

A glare was settled on his saviour’s face, bushy ebony locks tied into a ponytail as a headpiece of gold and feathers were positioned into a fan-shape and tucked into her hair. Red face paint was splashed across her eyes, white paint lined in dots across her nose bridge. 

Baggy pants that were cream white covered her legs until mid-knee, and a similar-coloured strip of cloth underneath the gold belt allowed anyone to see the contrast of the vibrant feathers beneath the gold of the belt against the cloth. 

Donning red boots, the colour of her footwear complimented the gold arm cuffs that covered her upper arms, the gold of her outfit presenting itself in her circle-shaped necklace and belt sparkling in the sun. Her wrapped fists were clenched, and red flames enveloped her hands as she marched in their direction.

“Back off the guy, xinola,” She hissed, pulling a feather from her headpiece, and aiming it at the mad scientist above the beat-up hero.

As soon as the flame made contact with the feather, the material hardened up, turning shiny and sharp, just like obsidian.

“Another rival? My day just got made,” The woman hissed, pulling herself off of the Blue Beetle, gritting her teeth in partial anticipation.

“I thought this guy would be a pest, but you just might be on the same level of annoying as the one he’s on because now you’ve made me mad,” She grunts, pulling the shard out of her arm, yet the flame on her lab coat remained.

“What’s your name, peṇ?” The new woman narrowed her eyes, a smile gracing her lips. “I’d like to know the name of the first villain I’ve fought in this city.”

“Phantom,” She spat, her gauntlet-clad fists balling up. “The name’s Phantom. You must be a riot at parties.”

“How’d you know?” Phantom scoffed, eyes widening once she spotted a flame being slung her way.

“The dramatic entrance says wonders.”

“Well, Phantom,” The fire woman smiled, the fire in her hands growing larger. “I hope that you’re fire-proof.”

Before Phantom could make a comment, the flame that caught on her labcoat sparked into a blaze, grazing against her open wound and catching onto the open flesh.

She let out a howl of pain, her cheeks puffing up to blow out the flame, yet it persisted, the flame growing larger with the clench of the new hero’s fists. Phantom’s cries grew louder and louder, her uninjured arm now clutching the one that was set ablaze, her arm limp and rendered useless.

Phantom let out another hiss, eyeing the woman spitefully as the Blue Beetle’s eyes widened, pulling himself up from his behind.

The new woman glared, Phantom sneering as she formed an orb with her uninjured hand. Lifting it above her head, she slammed the item into the ground in front of her with a crash, smoke enveloping her figure.

The Blue Beetle’s saviour dashed towards the smoke, eyes wide in realisation. Yet, when the smoke cleared, she was gone without a trace, like a ghost.

“I really did not think that through… so much for that,” She muttered, turning to see the armour-clad hero behind her.

“You alright?” 

Jaime’s brows furrowed under his helmet, confusion running through his mind. Khaji-Da’s voice resonated through his head, but nothing registered.

“Who are you?” He mumbled, a smile growing on the woman’s features once more.

“The name’s Solar Flare, but Flare works just fine,” She raised her hand out to the hero, and an image flashed through Jaime’s mind, his new neighbour standing before him with her own hand raised as well.

Drea?

Unsure or not on whether Khaji had placed the thought in his mind, or whether he was seeing things, he slowly raised his own arm up. 

Hesitation filled his gut as he held back the urge to ask her questions, to interrogate her and find out the true reason for who she was, if she was even the same person as his new neighbour.

“Blue Beetle,” He slurred, their hands meeting. “I, uh, I had it, but thanks.”

“You sure had it alright,” She joked, her smile dropping temporarily. “Sorry, too soon?”

“No, no it’s fine. Where uh, where you from?”

“‘Scuse me?” She tilted her head with genuine confusion.

“You mentioned that it was your first time fighting a villain in this city earlier,” He mentioned, clearing his throat. “I mean, I just overheard from the fight with Phantom.”

“Oh yeah, I moved from Metropolis, but hey, that’s another story for another time.”

Her grin was so childish, so carefree and warm, Jaime almost envied her for her overall aura before realising that she did only appear towards the end of the battle. His head still reeled from the events earlier, brushing off Khaji-Da’s comments on improving his fighting form regardless of being the host of the scarab for the past few months.

Suddenly, a soft beeping rang out, Jaime perking up quickly in case the source of the noise was a threat. Quickly, Flare placed a hand on her ear, and the blue-clad hero realised that it was her earpiece emitting the noise.

Solar Flare then lowered her hand, smiling over at Jaime apologetically.

“I gotta go, but sorry about the whole fight intrusion thing, by the way,” She shrugged, running backwards. “I really do believe that you almost had it. Better luck next time! See ya around, Blue Beetle!”

With a jump, fire blazed out of her hands, and the new hero flew off, Jaime’s jaw slack with shock as he registered the slim possibility of the woman being his neighbour, the same neighbour that hung around his family constantly.

If his ego allowed it, he would’ve agreed with Khaji-Da that this woman truly could be a danger.

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[rdiowx]

FRANKENSTEIN FRANK IERO

Now posted on my ao3: Cndlewax

Frankenstein frank iero x gn! Reader

Ik i said this would be longer but I’ve been working on this for days and i actually dont know what i was going to do with it lmk if i should go on with the series

Now i when was trying to figure out which Frank era would fit Frankenstein i was thinking revenge so thats what i went with and is described here. However now that i think about it, Leathermouth and danger days wouldve been viable options (WHY DIDNT I DO DANGER DAYS IM LITERALLY SOBBING)

Reader is technically Frankenstein and Frank is Frankensteins monster, its like 1930s id like to think because of the 1931 Frankenstein movie, Reader is a mad scientist, Reader is lowkey kinda insane im not gonna lie (because who thinks of this kinda thing), Mikey shows up i just feel like he’s Frankensteins assistant Material, kind of detailed mention of limbs being sewn and stapled together, i mean technically Frank is put in an electric chair…, usage of Y/n,(i do plan on making this a series however if i do id probably move it to ao3 and it would be random chapters of teaching frank random things).

The village ‘mad scientist’ also known as Y/n, You had been rumored to be working on something for years, and you have. Today it should finally be done. You were currently hunched over your project, a man covered in staples, stitches and all sorts of other things. You make sure each limb is sturdy, sewing or stapling multiple times if you have to. When he comes to life —and you will make sure he will— you wouldnt want him to fall over. You need to make sure he can hold his body weight up. you are pulled out of your focus when you hear the lab door open, “I’ve brought good news.” Mikey exclaimed, holding a larger than average beaker in his hands.

You broke out into an extremely unsettling smile, Mikey only smiles back, used to your behavior having been friends with you since you were kids. “Did you get it Mikey?” You asked, at the edge of your seat, He only nods in response. You laugh and spin in your chair towards him, you grab and kiss his face enthusiastically. He playfully gags and wipes his face, having set the beaker down at your work table.

“What would i ever do without you Michael?” You exclaimed, Taking the beaker and quickly making your way to your experiment. Using your lab table to set him at a 90 degree angle you took the top of his head off, you needed to connect his brain stems. You needed to detach multiple places in order to do it, luckily you thought ahead and thought not to stitch these places before hand. Mikey made sure you had enough light to complete this task, holding a simple flashlight above your work area.

After attaching everything correctly you stapled and sewed, it would be a shame if all your hard work went to waste due to some poor patch job. You had been working on this for years, and finally you could finish it. You had done this once before, not anything near as big as this project, but on a salamander when you and Mikey were 16. The day you revived that salamander was the day you earned the ‘mad scientist’ title. “We’ve waited years for this Mikey, i dont think i possibly couldve gotten this done without you.” You said, wheeling over the machine that was going to bring your experiment to life. Mikey smiles proudly as you looked his way, quickly moving to your side as you waved your hand for him to come to you.

“You’re fucking crazy.” Mikey teased, smiling your way before putting his metal goggles —which you made to fit his glasses perscription because he complained about not being able to see every time— on for protection and stepping away from the now powered up machine. You only smile in response, putting your metal welding headgear on before pulling the last lever. The light from the electricity filled the room, you were sure any nosy civilian would be curious if they were outside right now. Turning off the machine you lift your headgear off before checking your experiment. Seeing his fingers twitch filled you with hope, a quiet groan filled your ears looking over, Mikey had a smug look on his face. You looked back towards the now living thing, His hazel eyes looking straight forward. “I feel like he needs a name, what are you thinking?” Michael asked, tilting his head before taking his goggles all the way off and setting them aside.

“Frank.” You replied simply, taking in the mans appearance.

He had a slight green discoloration, covered from head to toe in stitches and staples. you could see the stitches make indents and stretch his skin as well as with the staples, you were lucky he didnt have pain receptors or this would be a lot harder to pull off. A simple screw on the side of his head it was a decently sized one but not huge, maybe as big or slightly bigger than your hand. It was a screw that required a Phillips screw driver even though it was turnable by hand, his eyes had bags and his hair was greasy. His hair was nothing you had seen before, the sides were a light blonde and he seemed to have a mohawk but it was slicked down by the sheer amount of grease that had built up over the years and the front of his hair sat in the middle of his face. He was wearing an old suit you found in your closet, you dont know who it belonged to but you didn’t exactly care all that much. He looked to have had piercings from were you stapled his face, But it kinda fit him after all you could always fix it later. After a while you realized you would have to teach him how to do things again, he’s not what he once was. “Alright (Y/n), i have to go. Gerard is waiting for me to get back home and its getting dark.” Michael informed, hanging his lab coat on his designated hook by the door. “Be safe Michael, wouldnt want to lose my favorite lab partner.” You laughed, Michael rolled his eyes on the way out but not before shouting “im your only lab partner!” You could swear you could hear him mumble a quiet “Im your only friend at that.” Making you roll your eyes, you couldn’t be mad if he was right.

Now you were sat in your lab with your own creation staring back at you. ‘Lets see what you can still do.’ You thought to yourself before walking around to the still seated man. You lifted his arm to see if he could hold it up, He turned his head to face you and surprisingly he could, these are great signs. you sat in your spin chair and rolled your way to your clipboard that was on your desk. You needed to write stuff for your experiment down, right now you were the happiest you had been in years. You couldn’t suppress the slight smile on your face as you tested the staple covered man. After finishing your tests you wanted to move on to his speech, since you were the one who put him together you knew he was capable of doing so.

The only problem was you didnt know how, sure you knew how to talk but you didnt really know how to hold a conversation, if it wasn’t for Mikey you dont think you would talk at all if it wasn’t to yourself. Being the village scientist meant you were always in the lab, you hadn’t talked to anyone but Mikey or sometimes his older brother Gerard in years. You dont even remeber the last time you even left the lab, it was your house and Mikey did all of your errands. You supposed you could start with the basics, ‘hello’ or your name maybe even his. If you started with hello you’d have to explain what a greeting is, if you started with your or his name you might have to explain what a name even is and how to use it. You hadn’t noticed the man move from his spot, you were so busy staring off into space you didnt notice the prominent frown on your face as you stared at the wall. When you finally snapped out of it you panicked as you watched the man touch stuff on your lab table, almost spilling a tube of something before catching it and looking at you with guilt ridden face.

You quickly made your way to him, taking the tube out of his hand and putting it in its correct place. “Um, okay don’t- don’t touch anything on this table..got it?” You spoke, gently steering the man by his hand to sit at your desk chair. You pushed him into said chair maybe a bit rougher than you meant to, however he didnt seem to mind. “Okay.. your name is- can you talk?” You asked, you couldve maybe put in a little more effort but this was your first time doing anything like this. You only got a head tilt in response, it was like he could understand you but he couldn’t answer. You furrowed your eyebrows, Your reaction caused him to frown a little. “‘My name is Frank’ Can you say that?” You questioned, he could only get out ‘Frank’. It wasnt much but you could work with it after all you weren’t sure of what he was capable of, Sure he had human parts but he wasnt fully functional right now.

“Frank, frank is you.” You stated, pointing a finger towards him. “You?” He questioned, his index finger now pointing towards himself. You smiled before shaking your head, This caused Frank to smile as well however he looked sort of confused. You tried again pointing your finger towards him, “when i stick my finger out towards you it means ‘you’, when you stick your finger towards yourself it means ‘me’.” You stated, a look of realization crossed his face before he pointed to himself again. “Frank is me?” He asked, letting out a noise of what seemed to be happiness after you confirmed it. He was going to be trouble but you knew it was worth it, after all, you wanted this.

[goinggoingghone]

Dp x DC AU except it's Reformed Vlad.

How did he get reformed? Not important. But now he's Cool Uncle Vlad, Danny's Halfa mentor.

Somehow, again, not important, Danny and Co end up in Gotham.

Bruce immediately takes interest in the new meta vigilante team of Phantom, Pharaoh (going off the King Tuck episode), Spectre (Dani), and Backfire (Sam, referencing controlled burns to keep the environment healthy). (Whether or not you include Dan is up to you this is just my ramblings (I think he'd be backup if he's reformed)) and does some investigating.

He (obviously) finds at least a few of their civilian identities and comes to the conclusion that (based on their childhood) they were being mistreated by their supervillain/mad scientist parents.

Vlad, of course (being the petty bitch he is), does not take another obscenely wealthy billionaire investigating his mentee and his friends all that kindly.

Then, perhaps, Vlad and Bruce begin to fan the flames of love between them.

[dulcesiabits]

I was looking at some of your asks and I noticed how someone make a few Twisted Wonderland x Pokemon crossovers. Can I get your opinion on what type gym leader each of the dorm leaders may be, and what their gyms might look like? Similar to how that one ask suggested that Riddle could be a fire type with a rose and card themed gym. Thank you!!

Sure! I hope you don’t mind, but I decided to do both what I think the housewarden’s gyms would be, as well as making them full pokemon teams (which don’t necessarily follow the typing I assigned them, and are chosen based on personality, backstory, etc)

Here’s the ask which anon is referencing, and which I referenced for my answers! And I drew some inspiration for the second years from this post here!

Riddle Rosehearts

First off, as already mentioned in the ask, Riddle would have a rose and card themed gym, and the primary type he would use would be fire (his duo magic type is fire for his ssr, he gets angry easily, etc)! There’s no puzzles, and it’s relatively straight forward: beat all the trainers (ace, deuce, trey, cater) to reach the gym leader!

But disregarding his status as the first gym leader who only uses fire types, Riddle would use Roserade, Polteageist, Alcremie, Rapidash, Vespiquen and Hatenna.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona would have a gym that looks like the magishift stadium, complete with the members of Savanaclaw and other civilians in the bleachers cheering as they watch pokemon battles. It’s treated like a spectator sport (similar to pokemon sword and shield) and you fight in a tournament style bracket until you reach Leona! The decor is all wilderness themed. He would use dark and ground types!

I’ve already discussed Leona’s team here!

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul would have a cafe themed gym with an underwater theme/decor, probably with jazzy music playing. You would sit down at a table and “order” different pokemon battles until you reach the gym leader, Azul! Obviously the pokemon type he would use are water types.

His team would be Milotic, Octillary, Phione, Reuniclus, Hisuian Zoroark, and Kecleon.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim would have a very colorful and luxurious gym, with rare jewels piled carelessly in the corners, and a glass ceiling open to the bright sun. You’re invited to a party at this gym, where you have to show off your pokemon battling skills to entertain the guests before you face Kalim! I think he’d use psychic types (to reflect Scarabia being known for mindfulness).

His team would be Oshawott, Blissey, Meloetta, Togekiss, Alolan Raichu and Plusle!

Vil Schoenheit

Vil would have a beautiful gym, of course. Elegant, with tasteful purple decorations that he painstakingly prepared. You’re expected to uphold yourself with the highest class here, and the battles are set on a runway stage as you slowly work your way to the end, where Vil is (think elesa’s black 2 and white 2 gym)! He would use poison types.

His pokemon team would be: Salazzle, Gardevoir, Tsareena, Lopunny, Medicham and Purugly.

Idia Shroud

Idia’s gym is all high tech and cold metal, with wires running everywhere, like you’ve stepped into a mad scientist’s laboratory. You have to answer riddles to proceed, and if you get them wrong, you’ll face a gym trainer! Idia primarily uses electric and steel types, with one ghost type thrown in…

His team would be Rotom, Magnezone, Porygon-Z, Kinklang, Genesect, and Castform.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus’s gym looks imposing, and rumors are that people rarely make it past him. It looks like a crumbling castle with vines and flowers clinging to the sides, and once you’re in, you’re expected to make your way through a hedge maze to reach Malleus. Take a wrong turn and you might run into a trainer! He would use fairy and dragon types.

Malleus’s team would be Clefable, Garchomp, Spiritomb, Snorlax, Tyrantrum, and Rayquaza.

[adamwatchesmovies]

A.X.L. (2018)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

I wouldn’t be as harsh on A.X.L. if it weren’t so derivative of other works. The film keeps reminding you of E.T., The Irony Giant, Transformers, Short Circuit and countless other, superior productions. Even without the comparisons, there’s no depth to any of the characters, their relationships or the plot.

A-X-L (Attack, Exploration & Logistics) is the code name given to a highly advanced robotic dog designed to accompany soldiers into battle. After an experiment goes wrong, the advanced prototype escapes and befriends Miles Hill (Alex Neustaedter), an amateur motocross rider. Miles and his friend Sara (Becky G) do their best to keep A-X-L a secret while the people who built it begin closing in.

You’ve seen this movie before. If you haven’t, I still couldn’t recommend A.X.L. to you; there are simply too many alternatives. I'm not saying no one should tell the story of a lonely boy (or girl) who befriends a misfit creature and has to hide them while authorities begin their search but if you’re going to, give it some kind of new angle. Director Oliver Daly (who also wrote the screenplay, based on his short film Miles) makes the creature a robotic dog. That’s it. The romance which develops between Miles and Sara is obvious and shallow. You don’t feel as though they’re really becoming close while taking care of the cybo-pooch, only that because it plays a couple of romantic pop songs and puts on a light show they can dance to, they’re obligated to eventually kiss. Because you’re not interested in them or their love plot, all you can do is start noticing inconsistencies in the story to keep yourself amused.

To the film’s credit, it looks really good. A.X.L. was made with a $10 million budget and you can't tell. Once the novelty of seeing that mechanical canine run around wears off, however, you begin asking questions. Questions like “why a robotic dog”? A-X-L walks on all fours and behaves like a pet… but it’s a $70 million dollar machine. Why can't it speak (and I mean speak for real, not just replay soundbites of what it hears)? Why does it run on gasoline? Come to think of it, for such an expensive machine, it kind of sucks. The thing struggles to catch Miles the first time they meet and later on gets easily incapacitated by a group of “way too old to be doing this” bullies. They’re not the only ones whose age raises eyebrows. Miles is way too old to be doing this. I get that the robot is hurt and that he recognizes the shape of an animal so he sympathizes with it (though he never shows concern for any other animals at any point in the story) but when Miles realizes how expensive and how dangerous this thing is, he continues treating it like a pet. He comes off as dumb. If he were a kid, you’d buy it but he’s got to be at least 20. There’s no excuse.

The screenplay just isn’t very well written. Several character threads go nowhere, like Miles being a motocross rider. He wins the only race we see him enter… so where does he go from there? Sara is afraid to stand up to bully Sam (Alex MacNicoll) because his family employs her mom as a maid… but that's never resolved. They go off on their own for days with their parents only showing the mildest bit of concern. That's not the only questionable behavior. The worst offender is easily Dominic Raines’ Andric, the scientist responsible for creating A-X-L. The mechanical mutt is running around, threatening itself and civilians alike but over and over, he refuses to listen to his co-worker and just sits back to watch the chaos unfold. You know it’s only a matter of scenes before he goes full-on mad scientist and of course, he does eventually. At least the actor shows enthusiasm for his part, which makes him fun to watch.

A.X.L. is a bad film that I can picture younger viewers enjoying - mostly because they haven’t seen the alternatives. There is a certain element of fun to it, though not enough for me to recommend the picture. Even those who have a good time watching A.X.L. will eventually forget it or move on to better movies. (August 21, 2020)

[stylesparker]

Monsters Of Men

PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Villain!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

CONTENT: two flirty(angsty) 18 year olds what more could you ask for

NOTES: in my mind I imagined wanda’s powers but you can imagine whatever you prefer. i used a couple lines of dialogue I found on pinterest because I loved them so much, so let me know if you recognize which ones! also, tell me if you know what the title is from ;)

you didn’t ask for this life, nor did you want it. well, no one ever asks to be born so you don’t suppose anyone ever does. the only choice you get is how you live it. you tried to choose the right path, you really did. be a good person, treat people the way you want to be treated... but people suck and life sucks, so why the hell not go down the more fun path?

...

“c’mon really? you’re just wasting your bullets, man,” you say, conjuring another red force of magic from the palms of your hands throwing it in his direction. you really didn’t think you’d be spending your night in the middle of the street of an intersection fighting against a bunch of cops. you thought you’d be cleaning blood off your floor after torturing the man you have in your car, but you guess life just loves to throw you some curve balls. yes, you may have kidnapped a scientist and have him stashed in the back of your car, but you have good reason! very good reason. there are almost four police cars blocking each street, so there’s no getting out. you could for sure, but not with him. 

“release the doctor, now! we won’t hurt you if-” 

“do you really think I believe you? I mean, honestly, you’d think people of the law would have a little bit more of a brain,” you pull up your mask a bit higher on your face so the only thing showing are your eyes. honestly, you had to give it to yourself, you look hot sporting this whole black assassin thing you have going on here. you kind of made this your signature look and you aren’t mad about it. especially when you can tell even the good guys are having a hard time looking away. particularly a certain spider.

“fire!” 

the whole street lit up in bullets coming from every which way, and it didn’t even take you a second to form a force field around you and your car. stupid civilians watching the scene look in amazement at the red magic flowing from the palms of your hands into the open air. after about five minutes, it stops. you haven’t even broke a sweat yet.

“that the best you can do?” you smile. you scream and your power explodes out from you in bursts, shooting through the air towards everyone like knifes, throwing the officers back almost ten feet. in the moment you take to take a breath, you don’t realize anyone is near you until a hard kick to the side of your ribs blows you sideways onto the ground. you catch yourself on your hands, pulling yourself back onto your feet as you make eye contact. 

“spidey,” you mutter.

“red, good to see you! it’s been awhile,” spider-man shoots two webs straight at you and before they connect to your body you throw your hands out and the red magic flowing out of you snaps them in half. you quickly shoot out another, but he dodges it. “you made quite a mess haven’t you?”

“you still stuck with red? can’t do any better?” you laugh in a fake manner. he webs to one of the light posts, swinging around it coming straight back at you, landing a kick to the chest before you shoot him with a red tendril and he flies back. 

he grunts, “well, don’t really know anything else about you other than you shoot red magic out of your hands, so yeah, that’s the best I can do,” he runs to you and you start fighting each other hand to hand. you can only suspect the police and whoever else here is backing off to let spider-man do the work for them considering he’s probably the only one who has a chance against you.

“help! get me out of here!” you turn and look behind you at the man in your backseat. how the hell did he get the tape off his mouth? spider-man webs the car door open pulling it off its hinges. 

“oh no you don’t,” you yell. you throw spider-man to the side, watching him bang his head on the ground as he falls out of the car, struggling to get up as the restraints hold him back. you harshly grab him and fly yourself over to one of the nearest rooftops, not bothering to look back for spider-man. you land and throw him against the brick wall next to the door on the roof of an apartment building. not even a second later, two sticky webs attach to both your arms, spinning you around until you’re wrapped in it, chest to chest with spider-man. 

“don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling,” he says. 

“I didn’t think you would,” you push closer. in the moment he takes to look at the color of your eyes, you push him back and snap all the webs around you, letting the red sparks surround you. his black eyes expand, watching you in fascination. 

“just let me go, Y/N, I’m sorry, just let me-” the man behind you sputters in between sobs. you go up to him and kneel in front of him, slapping a hand around his mouth. 

“don’t you ever speak my name, you disgusting piece of shit. you helped them ruin my life, so you aren’t ever getting away from me-” he sobs as a web covers his mouth, and you gasp as another hits you, pulling you towards spider-man again as he stands a few feet away from you. he doesn’t make a move to fight you, just stands there as you wipe the web away. 

“what do you mean?” he asks seriously. you tilt your head.

“what?”

“how did he ruin your life, Y/N”

“don’t call me that-” you yell, getting ready to hit him before he throws his hands up. 

“okay, okay! I won’t, I won’t, just... tell me so I can understand.”

“you don’t need to understand anything, spidey, let me take him and this won’t be any of your problem.”

“you know I can’t let you do that, red,” he says quietly. you let him take a step towards you, taking small steps in order to not scare you off. you stare at each other a moment, inspecting the other. you cut a part of his suit on his arm and see tan skin underneath, smears of blood covering another part of it. you look back up to his face, watching him tilt his head as he admires you. he’s only seen part of your face and can already tell you’re a beautiful woman.

“mm, the last time someone looked at me like that we didn’t get out of bed all weekend,” you grin, hoping to get a reaction. you stalked closer, gaze intent. 

“cute bravado, your wit won’t save you.”

“oh, but you’re blushing spidey,” you bring your hand up to his head, him now noticing your fingers twirling red magic out of them. before you can do anything else, he grips your wrist, stopping you. 

“what did you do?” he questions. 

“nothing, I just... looked inside your head, and I can see that I have quite the effect on you,” you yank your hand away and he lets go. you spin around to the doctor and he’s still blabbering mess so you bang his head against the wall and he goes limp. 

“was that necessary?”

“yes.” he sighs, rubbing the side of his head. 

“how do you do,” he motions to you, “that.” 

“this?” you conjure up a small red ball of magic in the palm of your hand, quickly extinguishing it when he walks closer. “thanks to him,” you nod your head to the doctor on the ground and he looks at him. 

spider-man looks back at you, “wha- this is a gift! a power unlike anything I’ve ever seen, I knew magic had to exist, but..” he takes a breath, “I’ve never been able to see it. you can use it for so much good, why do you choose not to?” the way he asked you so comfortingly makes you gulp, forcing down any feelings you feel like start to come up. you turn your sadness to anger.

you stare at him with an angry glare, “you think he just gave this to me? out of the kindness of his own heart? he along with my parents experimented on me for fifteen years of my life. I was only a child when they used me as some rat in their lab. once my parents realized their own child was the perfect candidate they were looking for, they had no hesitation to throw my life away if it meant they could finally create the monster they wanted,” you force down another wave of emotion. He just stands there and listens to you. 

“where are your parents?” he asks. it doesn’t come out mean, more of just a general question to fit the pieces together. 

“dead. I killed them...” you mutter. you continue before he says anything else, “I was fifteen when they finally succeeded. one day I gained all function back after almost a year of being paralyzed, and my magic could kill and take control of others minds with the stroke of a finger. even though it was working, I didn’t know how to control it. the magic, it...” you take a deep breath, looking up to the sky, “it was so overwhelming. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t even think, I felt like fire was surging through my bones.” you look at him with tear filled eyes. “I didn’t even know I was screaming, I couldn’t hear anything. when I looked up, the glass walls surrounding me were shattered and because they had come in the room, the glass went straight through them.” you wiped your eyes on your sleeve. you wouldn’t cry, you had no reason to. crying is a weakness. you gasp when you feel his hand land on your shoulder. 

“it wasn’t your fault,” he whispers, taking his other hand to wipe a tear from your face before letting it fall. “but... killing him won’t fix anything.”

“yes it will!” you pull away, staggering back. “he’ll stop tormenting me and I’ll finally be free!” 

“red...” he says, and finally you break.

“they made me into a monster! I can’t be anything else but the heartless villain this city thinks I am!” you shiver when his hand presses right above your heart. you’re quiet as you feel and as he feels the pounding in your chest.

“you’re human, just like me, red,” he says, “things in our lives have made us a little bit different from any other human, but we are still human. I’ve done things I’m not proud of either, but I’m not a monster, and neither are you. they are the monsters. we both have blood on our ledger, but we don’t have to let it define us,” he whispers the last part. 

you shake your head, “I’ve known blood my whole life, it already defines me. we led two vastly different lives, spidey, but somehow we are both monsters of men. I’ve accepted the fact I am one, so maybe you should too. we kill for entirely different reasons, but we still kill,” you shrug, “the only difference between us is that I take pleasure in it.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“you should,” you say. “man creates monsters, but they kill each other too. I need to kill the one that created me.”

“don’t you want him to suffer? why not put him away in prison for the rest of his life so he can live with what he did?”

“I-” you look to the ground. “if he goes away, I do too.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“you can’t guarantee that.”

“I can,” he vehemently confirmed, “I wouldn’t let them touch you.”

“I can’t go back,” you whisper, “I won’t.” 

“you won’t,” he confirms, nodding his head, “we’ll get him locked away and I can get you some help-” 

“no, I’m not going to some damn hospital or... some freaking rehab center or whatever you call it,” you back up five steps. whenever something doesn’t feel right, running is the only option. even though something deep inside you was telling you he was telling the truth, you couldn’t let him in. you couldn’t let yourself feel something for him, even when he’s given you every sign that he cares for you. you step up onto the ledge of the brick wall, one small step from falling 100 feet to the ground.

“STOP, red don’t do this-”

“take him away for me, make sure he rots in prison, yeah? make him suffer,” you say, watching him take calculated steps towards you. 

“don’t move, red-”

you pull down your mask, making him stop and take in your face. 

she really is beautiful

“I’m sure you’re beautiful under that mask too,” you grin, taking a deep breath. maybe you can finally be free. you just have to take the jump.

“just let me help you, please!” 

“so long, spidey,” you fall back, looking up at the beautiful stars of the night sky and let the air take you down, down, down...

...

peter runs to the edge, doesn’t even make a move towards the man stirring somewhere behind him, throwing his head over expecting to see her fall or...

she’s gone. she’s not falling, she’s not on the ground, just... gone. peter yanks his mask off, letting it fall from his hands to the ground. he runs along the edge, looking everywhere for her. he still stares over the edge hoping to see her, but he doesn’t. he hopes in some other life, maybe they could find their peace together.

“I’m so sorry, red.”

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valdemar x mad scientist! reader

song that inspired this fic: the dismemberment song by blue kid

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the devil wants to seek out a new acquaintance, and so the most trusted courtiers have to seek out someone... compatible with their work.

currently, valdemar found themself stuck with vulgora and volta, scoping out the so call laboratory, home of a scientist that was rumoured about around vesuvia commonly by civilians and well..? word travels fast.

"let's go already!" vulgora huffs, barging into the building. volta squeaks, scrambling after her friend, not even glancing at valdemar who doesn't follow. however, after gathering their thoughts, they too enter your abode.

"ah- hellooo! are you here with an appointment or are you just breaking and entering?" you beam, seemingly aloof, unbothered as you pull your goggles up to rest upon your head. poor volta catches your attention as you stride forward. "oh, yeah- you'll be a good girl for this- wouldn't you!" you lift her tiny body up easily, placing her upon your table.

"dr l/n. we're here to ask a few questions." valdemar's words fall on deaf ears, you're busy pressing a tool to volta's cheek, the coldness making her squirm. "oh, don't move, sweetheart... i'm just going to measure the space between your molar and jaw..." you mumble, the tool squeezing her poor little face. volta whines, and you giggle slightly. "this is a calliper, there's no cause for fear! no, no- it doesn't hurt, see! it only helps me measure how much skin you have- oh! and the top most layer of fat, but- i won't make any incisions until you're numbed up-"

your ramblings is cut off by vulgora hitting your side table, and you sigh. "yes?" you turn, looking rather bored. "we have a few questions." valdemar pipes up, rather intrigued by your behaviour. "in a moment." you turn your attention back to volta who still had the calliper stuck on her jaw. her eyes were watering with fear and you simply laugh at the sight. "don't cry, dear- oh and don't call for mariam, she's my alibi for today." you smile, unclasping your tool from her face.

"there we are! all better! goodness, you are pretty... your face isn't symmetrical... but who says you have to be perfect to be pretty?" you giggle, cupping her teary face. vulgora growls with impatience, and you finally let volta go and turn to them. "your questions?" your arms neatly cross behind your back as you sway on your heels, blinking at them with a cheery smile. volta is quick to scramble off the surgery table, hiding behind vulgora as she peeks out at you. "there's only three." valdemar grins, and you nod.

"good! it's best to be quick." you smile. "you clearly have a passion for your research based off of your desk..." valdemar strides over, moving a few papers around and skimming through your research. "yes! i want to make the perfect life, and do i'm gathering everything i can! i have hearts, eyes, arms, torsos-!"

"enough! do you want us to fund your research." vulgora demands, and you turn back to them. "why would i want that when i can do it illegally." you giggle, tilting your head in a familiar way. "because, my friend. if you get caught, you'll be under our protection." valdemar purrs, a hand resting upon your shoulder. "oh..? colour me interested." you remove their hand, just as interested in them. valdemar raises their eyebrows in curiosity, watching you closely observe their fingers. "yes. but it will cost."

"cost what, exactly?" you let go of their hands, losing interest. "your soul." vulgora grins devilishly. "oh, how does one sell their soul if they don't have one to begin with?" you ask, planting your hands upon your operating table, lifting yourself up skill-fully to sit upon the cold steel. "i believe it will be of your best interest... we can provide you with the finest of materials... fresh skin, perhaps?"

"oh, but where is the beauty in perfection? we all see it but no one acknowledges it. if i want TRUE perfection i need live subjects." you tilt your head back, seemingly uninterested in the deal. "then we'll give you plenty to pick from, as long as you meet with our boss! he'll give you more details." vulgora crosses their arms and you give it dramatically fake thought.

"and who is this boss?" you blink, not phased in the slightest by vulgora's growing agitation. "the devil himself. he has chosen you for your... abilities." valdemar steps in once more, and you look back at them, your keen eyes scanning over their body. "i will... under one condition." you shrug, leaning back on your hands as vulgora groans with annoyance.

"and what would that be?" valdemar steps closer, and you smile innocently. "you two, out." you wave them off, and vulgora goes to argue. "you heard them. out." valdemar backs you up, and vulgora sighs, pulling volta out of the room. "now... your condition?"

"strip." you grin, watching them blink with confusion. "i beg your pardon?" valdemar swallows a cough, tilting their head. "take your coat off... i want to see your true form."

"what if this is my true form?" they challenge, and you laugh. "i wasn't born yesterday, doctor. strip." you demand, and they roll their eyes, taking off their gloves and unbuttoning their lab coat. "there." they grin, trying to hide their unease at being so... revealed.

"i said your true form, doctor. or shall this deal be void?" you tease, watching their smile drop. "you drive a hard bargain, doctor." valdemar sneers, straightening up into their full height. "i know what i want." you reply, voice hushed. valdemar sighs, finally allowing you access to their truest form, bones cracking, skin splitting.

your face lights up, and you hop off of your operating table, circling them with admiration. "how curious... you truly are an amazing specimen." you purr, fingers grazing an especially sensitive spot that causes the quaestor to shudder. "i've seen enough... for now." you giggle, stopping and leaning back on your table. valdemar takes their chosen form once more, quickly dressing their self. they hated feeling so... vulnerable.

when their eyes meet yours, you're so much closer than they expect. "you truly are beautiful, quaestor." you grin, observing their flustered face, fingers grazing their cheek. "perhaps i don't have to make perfection... you seem to know what it is by the way you present yourself." you step back, leaving them practically breathless.

"i'll meet your boss. and hopefully more of your... forms, later." you wink, walking out of the room and leaving valdemar a blushing, flustered mess. why did they feel like this..? they gather their composure quickly and leave behind you, giving the other courtiers a nod, confirming that you would indeed join them.