#tw gunfire

[frissy]

Earth42! Miles Morales x fem!Reader

ATSV SPOILERS

(Edited) ——— (Part 1) (Part 2)

• fluff to angst

• tw: mentions of death

• google translate used, so excuse any mistakes

• short! • Miles loves to spoil you

• little bit OOC, Miles has a soft spot for you

• not proofread!!

”Where next, mí amor?” He grabbed your hand.

You and Miles were out on a date, and he was spoiling you.. like a lot.

But you’re not complaining though.

He’s gentle with you, which is unlike his apathetic and cold demeanor.

But you are his [name]. His world, his love. He would do anything for you if it ended up withyou safe and happy.

“Miles.. isn’t this a bit much? We’ve been out all day and you’re carrying so many bags.” You looked at him, slight confusion in your eyes.

He has bags all around his arms. He didn’t let you carry anything. He didn’t want you to, he heave you major princess treatment.

“nonsense, mí amor… it’s never too much when it comes to you.” His grip on your hand got tighter.

You had no clue where Miles got all this money from, it’s kind of concerning to you. But he’s not gonna tell you, so you just go with it.

“oh.. okay then.. how about.. uh.. the jewelry store?”

“Of course.”

He went the rest of the day spoiling you, and being affectionate.

”I love you, [name]. Mí amor… mí vida… mi bella querida.“ he kissed your cheek. Wrapping an arm around your waist.

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Everything was great, it was all fine. Nothing bad could happen, right? .

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Your date was later over, he went home while you went to work.

That’s when everything went terribly wrong. .

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Meanwhile…

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Miles was slouching on his couch, he was thinking about you, and how much he loved spending time with you… then, he saw the news channel. It was live.

The whole world stopped for him. There was a crumbling building… and it was falling to you.

That’s when he saw his dad too. He had ran to you, attempting to help, but it was too late. Miles watched it all from the TV. .

He was crying. He hadn’t noticed. But he did when it all sunk in… you were dead. His darling, his world. Was dead.

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All he could do now was beg for you to walk through the apartment door, coming to see him again with a bright smile on your face.

He was waiting for his dad to come home, with dinner in his hands from Miles’s favorite restaurant.

He would never witness either of those ever again. .

As soon as he could, Miles and his uncle Aaron made a tribute to you and his dad with graffiti on the brick wall on the roof of the apartment complex. .

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His father was smiling in the portrait. In his police uniform…

JEFFERSON DAVIS: BELOVED HUSBAND, AND FATHER.

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You were also smiling. But Miles’s had painted a halo around your head. You were his angel after all, but now you were truly an Angel.

[NAME, L.NAME]: BELOVED FRIEND, BELOVED DARLING.

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TO BE CONTINUED

[comic-art-showcase]

Anakin and Ahsoka by Emma Kubert

[okdkblog]

'only war can obliterate like this'

source: @skynews (tiktok)

the reporter/journalist: yousra elbagir

location: omdurman, khartoum state, sudan

(the video is 3:44 minutes long)

summary of the video: the destruction scene used to be a vibrant marketplace for the sudanese (i could not get the right spelling of the name of the marketplace). destruction is due to fighting between saf & rsf where there were bombings, shelling during the battle which ended around a week before the filming of the video, yet snipers are still a threat around the area.

the reporters only managed to go through the area and shoot footage in an armored vehicle (said vehicle has been shot at which is seen by the gunshots on the windshield)

also, in this tiktok (by @bsonblast) we are being asked to check @skynews (also on Twitter, Insta, YouTube, and their own website) for more updates on sudan by the same journalist in the video above and to *please* interact with them, so that the sudanese and their plight may not be forgotten

(i will try and add subtitles/transcribe the video when i can, but for now please click the link and watch it on tiktok, as the video is already subbed. thank you🌸)

let's remember to keep our eyes on sudan 🇸🇩

[serickswrites]

John Mclane

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, gun, gunfire

Team Leader couldn't believe they had failed their team so significantly. Couldn't believe they had let Whumper get the drop on them all as they had fallen for the trap. Couldn't believe they now had to watch Whumper hurt their team. There was nothing Team Leader could do.

Whumper walked between Teammate One and Two, waving a gun in the air as they spoke. "I could just shoot them, make you watch as they bleed out."

"NO!" Team Leader strained against the rope that kept them in the chair.

Whumper chuckled as the stopped next to Smallest Teammate. "So sensitive." They carded their fingers through Smallest Teammate's hair. Smallest Teammate's eyes were wide with terror.

"Please, I--" Smallest Teammate began, but their words were cut off as Whumper shoved a gun in their mouth.

"WHUMPER STOP!" Team Leader roared.

Whumper smirked. "I will, this is getting kind of boring. Shall I just shoot them all and be done?"

"Please," Team Leader begged, "I can make it interesting. Please."

"The only thing that interests me, Team Leader is watching you suffer." Whumper moved to circle Teammate Two once more. "Perhaps there is a way to make it fun for all of us." They spun around and stared at Team Leader. "Shall we play a game?"

"Yes, please, just don't hurt them."

Whumper opened the cartridge of the revolver. They removed four of the six bullets. As they spun the cartridge, they smiled, "Let's play a little Russian Roulette. But with higher stakes. Two bullets instead of one."

"Whumper, please--"

"Team Leader, I'm giving you a chance to save your team. Two of you will walk away. Maybe even three if you play your cards right."

"Whumper, I can't let you--"

Whumper silenced Team Leader as they pointed the gun at Teammate One's head. "I could just end it now. Don't you want a chance for them to live?"

"Yes, yes, please. Whumper, just shoot me." Team Leader ignored the horrified looks on their team's faces. If Whumper wanted someone to die, it was better that they die.

Whumper frowned. "There's no fun in that. You'll get a turn in between each team member, Team Leader. Don't worry." And before Team Leader could protest, Whumper pulled the trigger. It clicked empty. Teammate One sagged with relief.

Team Leader sighed. Teammate One was safe and would make it out of here. Whumper walked over to Team Leader and shoved the gun to Team Leader's temple. "Your turn, though it would be a shame if you died before the rest of the players."

Team Leader closed their eyes, making their peace with the universe should it be their time to die. But the gun clicked empty.

Whumper laughed. "Good, I want you to stick around to the end."

Teammate Two looked up at Whumper rather than at Team Leader when Whumper put the gun beneath their jaw. "I will fucking end you," they spat in Whumper's face.

"If the odds are in your favor," Whumper said as they pulled the trigger. The gun clicked empty once more. "You are lucky, Teammate Two."

Whumper walked towards Team Leader once more as they took aim. "Let's see if lady luck smiles on you, Team Leader." They squeezed the trigger. The gun clicked empty one final time. "Two bullets in a row left. Oh Smallest Teammate you are the winner of tonight's game!"

Team Leader's mouth went dry as they realized that the next shot would surely kill whoever Whumper took aim at. "Whumper, wait! Please! I want another turn. Please, give me another turn!"

Whumper stopped as they carded their fingers through Smallest Teammate's hair once more. They pressed the gun to Smallest Teamate's temple. "Why would I let you cheat like that?"

"Because I'll suffer. You want to see me suffer! You don't have to shoot me in the head. You can shoot me somewhere else. Watch me bleed to death."

Whumper considered for a moment. Team Leader's heart froze in their chest as Whumper shook their head. "Why do that when I can watch you suffer over the loss of you beloved teammate? Then I can shoot you so you bleed out slowly."

"Whumper, please. Please. Shoot me." Team Leader blinked back tears as they tried desperately to convince Whumper to kill them.

"All in good time." And they pulled the trigger once more.

[lokibrainrot]

@koukaaa-descent something about banjax broke me and spoke to me. I had to paint something tragic (you know why) . I love this aminal and i hope it will be okay soon

[pinkfestivalpeanuttree]

All these CuteGuy designs are cute, as they should be, but has anyone considered Sailor Moon-esque Grian to go with Scar's action hero getup? If we went about it creatively, they could match despite the differences in style. I bet we could even give them both matching chest windows-- *gets shot*

[silvermoon424]

When posts from my 2012-2015 ~not like the other girls antifeminist/anti-SJW~ phase get recommended to me on mobile and I have to delete them on sight like I’m covering up a crime

[thebabysitter]

FRESH — 2022, dir. Mimi Cave

[jadegem20]

I curl into a ball as the hero slowly walks closer. Blood pools from my face down to the asphalt covered roof. I definitely have a few missing teeth and a couple broken ribs. This was how every fight between us went, me cowering and him victorious. I just want one thing. I just need one thing.

“Do you surrender?” he asks.

I turn my head and face him the best I can, and stay quiet. If I’m going down, I’m not losing my dignity.

He stops right in front of me. I can feel his eyes roam across my prone body. “I said, do you surrender?” he booms as he releases another kick straight into my side.

I clench my teeth as I hear another crack and new pain blooms. Tears threaten to escape, but I squeeze my eyes shut.

“You don’t get it do you,” he laughs that charming laugh. The same one they air on the nightly news praising his heroics. The same one that has women and men alike fawning over him. The same one he used when he took her from me. “You don’t get to win, you don't get freedom, and you don’t get the girl. You're a villain.”

With that he let another kick fly. His boot connects with my face making a sickening crack echo in my skull. The force makes me roll to my back. In the blindness of my pain, I almost miss something. The something digging into my back.

I wasn’t always hated. I wasn't always desperate. I was once a top student at MIT. In nano engineering in fact. The gun that is currently pressed into my back is designed to rip atoms apart, effectively vaporizing a target. I had been planning on using it to vaporize the bunker door that hid a secret government prison on the longshot that she was hidden deep inside.

I hadn't used the gun on anything living, much less something that was indestructible by mortal standards.

“What happened to women being just as strong as men?” he says as he reaches down and grabs me by the neck. My vision blurs in and out with pain and lack of oxygen as he drags me to the edge of the roof. “All of that feminist bull shit is the reason why humanity is weak. Strength is what matters, and I think we’ve proven who has won in that department.”

He lifts me up by my throat and places me right on the edge. My heels hang sixty stories above the ground. I shakingly reach around my back and grab the gun. He watches with a smirk as I point it right at his forehead.

“You know that can’t-” he starts, but I pull the trigger.

The ray is invisible and almost instantaneous. In the blink of an eye, I am staring through the head of my once mortal enemy. His hands fall away and his body drops to the ground. His face may have once been handsome, but it is now unrecognizable.

I wait for him to stand back up. One breath. Two breaths. No movement.

Suddenly, relief fills my body. He isn't in my way anymore. He isn't going to hurt me. He isn't going to hurt her.

I killed a man and all I can feel is relief.

Screw it, I am the villain, and I will get the girl.

[dr-lizortecho]

Max Evans + his stupidly sexy earmuffs

[beetlejuiceearrings]

More of her because everybody should see her

Flash + animated guns warning under this

[judithan-xing]

did you get what you deserved?

[comic-art-showcase]

Robin by Scott Chantler

Batober prompt: Grace

[batstorm93672]

"Really having fun making your goons do the work Penguin?" Robin kicked a man, ducked and threw a batarang at another. The Penguin wasn't happy so to speak, fending off these last workers of his then he can go and report of the smuggling Penguin is set on doing. They fought on rooftop.

Down to three left, Robin slid under one to punch his friend in the gut. Then it all stopped, three shots entering his left shoulder. Before Robin could shake off the pain and keep fighting, the man he slid under grabbed him. The end of Penguin's cane still smoking as he laughed and lit a cigar. Robin struggled as the man who held him, shoved him off the rooftop, hurtling down.

Down the bird dropped.

Unable to move in time, he dropped.

Then the crash.

Painful and cold.

The water had froze from the cold and now it was his tomb. Feeling a striking shock travel up his right arm. Then to add insult to injury, due to the force the ice shattered into pieces and he helplessly went into the freezing water.

Down the bird went into the cold abyss.

Left shoulder, shot three times which went clean through.

Right arm, broken from the impact of ice.

Possible head damage from ice and water.

Robin shivered and forced his body to move up, to the surface where the bitter air was just basically salt to his wounds. Goosebumps spreading along his arms as he swam with his bloody left shoulder to the docks.

There Robin groaned and got up onto the concrete while gasping with every breath. He didn't inhale any water, but he might have caught something from the cold. Body on fire as he stood up and began to walk.

Wandering as his toes and fingers felt numb. Stumbling as he kept moving from the way his body was slowly failing.

Something was in the air, Robin noticed it before his eyes drooped. "Robin? What are you doing here?" He opened his eyes again, this time someone was in front of him. Red Robin?

"T- Tim...othy?"

"Yeah it's me, you don't look good, can you tell me what happened?"

"Later, I have to find Cobblepot" Robin fumbled, falling back until Red Robin caught his arm and pulled him back up. "Hey!" Robin whined at the forceful feeling of the world falling then going back to place. "I don't think you're in peak condition to keep going" "Tt. Let go! I have to find him and stop him" "You're about to kill yourself just walking like this, forget about Penguin. I need to get you home" "Hafta stop him..." "You're bleeding Robin, stand down" "Done it before, leave me alone I gotta find him" "You are so stubborn, come here" He cried out as Red took a step closer "No! I-I can do it, I can be better let me prove myself... I-... I can... better-" Then the world went dark.

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Damian was barely awake, just catching on bits and pieces of noises before falling back to sleep unwillingly.

When he finally did open his eyes, everything was warm, he looked over to see his mother smiling as she holds his hand.

My love

"Mother..."

Yes?

"Did I... am I worthy for grandfather?"

You have done well, rest easy now

"I'm really cold mother"

I know, we found you in the mountains

"You found me... that means I failed the test. Did I die?"

No, you were just freezing, you are sick. You are allowed to rest for the remainder of the day

"May I assume that not dying in the cold mountains warrants some worth in my endeavors?"

Yes, you survived that is all I want for you. I... I cherish you

Damian smiled, whether it was the fever getting to him that made him show emotion or the fact that he's alone with his mom. The only time he can truly be vulnerable in the League of Assassins.

"Mother I--" The bed he laid on shattered away causing him to plummet, reaching out for Talia as she smiled.

Freezing cold water overtook him as he gasped. His body was not working, he can't escape! Damian's right arm felt heavy like it was being pulled down by weights. His left shoulder was brimming with pain as if he was just shocked. Damian tried to yell, to scream for his mother to come back. All that came out were pathetic whimpers of agony, the frigid water entering his lungs slowly.

Deeper and deeper.

Down in the dark water he couldn't hold himself up anymore.

He couldn't see past the bubbles that left from his mouth and into the light that was once above.

An empty cold abyss, to which he no longer felt like he was underwater. Damian was just simply floating in the dark. Accompanied by only the frost that was overtaking every sense in this bitter darkness.

"Can you hear me?"

What?

"You're okay Damian. I'm here, I'm holding your hand"

Holding... my hand? But I'm alone in the dark abyss no one can hold me here.

"I know it hurts, hypothermia isn't fun"

Hypothermia... I got it from the cold... when?

"You're okay, take a deep breath in"

I can barely breath

"You can do this Damian. No way would you let a fever drag down the Damian Wayne"

I... I am Damian Wayne. The blood son. The heir. I can not, no I will not let this overcome me.

"You got this"

I can't stop, I have to go back up. The pain is normal, I've done this before. I have to swim, I have to make it out.

Damian pushed past the abyss, going wherever up leads to. It was cold, but he can get through it. He's Damian Wayne. He won't let some freezing water stop him. Not when he's come this far! Damian forced himself to swim, every part of his body screaming to do otherwise. He can't stop here, he has to keep going. Out of the water, to the surface!

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Damian opened his eyes, his body was heavy but he got through the water. "Damian" That voice...

Timothy was sitting, watching Damian with a sparkle in his eyes. "Thank goodness you're awake, when you collapsed on me at the docks I freaked out. Then I brought you back and you were talking in your sleep! Then you started to- to...-" Tim took a deep breath "-I'm probably going too fast, you just woke up. How are you feeling?" "I collapsed..?" "Yeah you were shivering and you were soaked to the bone" "I fell. I was fighting Cobblepot then he... he shot me and I was pushed off the rooftop-" Damian took a deep breath in, collecting his thoughts to unscramble the events that occurred "-the water... I broke through the ice, my arm..?" "Broken, you lost some good amount of blood too. Three bullet shaped holes in your left shoulder" "Then I was drowning, I got out... I couldn't feel anything well enough" "You had a bad case of hypothermia"

"You found me"

"I saw you stumbling at the docks and dropped down to check on you. Then you were all types of off, blabbing about finding Penguin I took a step closer and you collapsed"

"I had a dream... Mother was there for me"

"You were talking in your sleep"

"Then I drowned again, I couldn't do anything. I swam up regardless of how cold it was. Was that you talking? You were telling me to get up, to not let a fever bring me down"

Tim smiled "I'm happy you heard me"

"As am I"

[serickswrites]

Heaven Don't Cry

Warnings: guns, gunfire, blood, gunshot, wound, unconsciousness, unclear character status, caretaker and whumpee

Caretaker dragged Whumpee away from the gunfire. Everything had gone so wrong so quickly, Caretaker wasn't even sure what set off the chain of events that led to Whumpee being shot. They just knew that Whumper shot Whumpee in the chest and they had to get Whumpee out of there. Whumpee needed help, fast.

Blood bubbled on Whumpee's lips as they weakly tried to put pressure on the gurgling bullet wound in their chest. Whumpee coughed. Their frantic, short breaths were wet and gurgling as they struggled to take regular, even breaths. Whumpee coughed again.

"Hang on, Whumpee, hang on," Caretaker repeated as they moved. Whumpee had to hold on. Tears stung at the corner of Caretaker's eyes. This wasn't happening. Whumpee had to be ok. Whumpee was ok. This wasn't happening.

"Don't," Whumpee gasped for air, "cry, Caretaker. Don't."

Caretaker heard Whumpee gasp for air, blood dribbling down their chin. "Stay with me, Whumpee. Just hang on. Just a bit longer." They prayed to the heavens that Whumper would be taken down quickly and help could get here. They prayed that Whumpee would be ok. Their silent pleas to the universe becoming more urgent as Whumpee's hands dropped limply from the wound. Caretaker watched in horror as Whumpee's eyes fluttered closed.

Caretaker stopped dragging Whumpee. "Come on, Whumpee. Stay with me. You were hanging on. Come on," Caretaker pressed their full body weight onto their hands over the wound. They had to stop the bleeding so that Whumpee had a chance. Whumpee had to be ok. This wasn't happening. "Come on, Whumpee. Please. Please, I need you," they sobbed.

They couldn't help crying. This was all too much. They needed Whumpee. Whumpee had to be ok. "Please, Whumpee. Open your eyes. Stay with me. Please, Whumpee, please."

[a-little-lostecho]

inktober 2023 day 4 - dodge

look at my baby, hes abt to go off and commit some crimes !! or escape from the law after committing them idk smth like that

was dreading today bc ew action poses but i had fun w this! and i love drawing tulip, i need to draw him more