#abuse of authority

[admrlthundrbolt]

Love From The Other Side (Bowser x Chubby Reader)

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Your kingdom had recently come on dire time. With the Koopa Kingdom having a vast army. Well who was Bowser to deny your family's pleads. Especially when you were being offered to him on a tempting platter.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. Don't think that I wasn't writing, I just found out I had an allergy. So I had to deal with that. But I'm back and with a cute Bowser story. I've wanted to write for him since the new Mario Bros movie. It wasn't until recently that I thought of a decent plot though. Any who I hope you enjoy.

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He was surprised at receiving a request for an audience with your kingdom. A trading kingdom from a far off port. He had seen your parents from time to time at galas or Royal conferences. They seemed to be respectable if not private people. What was most peculiar though, was your name in the letter. He had heard mentions of you of course. But outside of your own kingdom, no one had seemed to see you.

It may have been your presence that made his decision. Who was to say, either way, your family would be at his castle within a fortnight.

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Your hands fidget together as the carriage made its way down the rocky road. Glancing around you notice your mother frowning out the window. While you father was staring at you. Looking down quickly, you braced for a lecture.

“You know this is a last resort, don't you?” His gaze seemed to bore through you to your very soul.

Nodding you hoped that would be answer enough. As he didn't turn away, you said. “I do.” Though the whole situation only made you feel as if you were only an object.

A ghost of a smile fell on his face. Though it was as hollow as his next words. “I'm glad.”

Your mother's eyes narrowed as they surveyed the passing scenery.

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Your families arrival rang throughout the castle. The Goombas were rushing around to do last second tidying. While Kamek ordered Koopas to finish the dinner preparations.

Bowser's eyes swept over the grounds until they landed on the colorful carriage. It had wonderful murals of coastal scenery. As well as being drawn by creatures that weren't quite fish or horse. He was eagar to see what other oddities your kingdom may have. Hearing a scuffle next to him, he looked down to see Bowser Jr. shuffling in excitement. It wasn't everyday someone visited the castle under pleasant circumstances. Smiling down at his son, he ruffled his hair affectionately.

The carriage parked in front of the king and the driver opened the door. As regal as ever, your father and mother stepped through the door. He was a moment from greeting them, when you appeared. Beautiful as anyone he had ever seen and full as an overripe fruit. You were the visage of a deity.

Your father cleared his throat causing Bowser to reluctantly look away from you. The man had a knowing yet somber expression on his face. While your mother was out right scowling. A sheepish look crossed your face as you joined your parents.

Putting on a more professional air, he waved his arm towards the castle. “Welcome, please come inside and rest in your rooms a while. Dinner will be ready soon.” With that he rushed inside, Jr. trailing behind him. All the while berating himself. Coming up with a plan to not make so much of a fool of himself at dinner. Not noticing how Jr. couldn't stop looking back at you admiringly.

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“Charles are you sure this is the right decision? I mean did you see the way he was gaping at her.” You could hear your mother's complaints ringing through the room you had been shown to.

“Evie please, this was a descion that had to be made.” There was a tense silence that followed. “It's not as if we've forced her. You know better than anyone that no one can will her to do anything.”

This caused an uncomfortable pressure to build behind your eyes. Not wanting to hear about your parents thoughts on you. You swiftly entered the room. “Have they called us for dinner?” You had already heard the Koopa tell your parents it was ready. But it was easier to change the subject quickly and avoid their gaze this way.

Your father smiled and gave you a endearing smile that you weren't sure you deserved. “Yes, should we start making our way then.”

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He sat at the head of the table. Desperately hoping that he didn't seem to eagar as your family approached. Jr. bounced in his seat to the right. To his shock you took the seat on his left. It was in this moment that he was glad that Kamek had suggested a smaller table. Something about it being a less intimidated and cozy gestured.

The first dish came out and only the sound of silverware filled the room. It wasn't until the main course came that the tension was broken by your father.

“I'm sure your curious as to why we've called for this audience.” His gaze felt piercing to the turtle tyrant.

His eyes flickered to you for a brief moment, before focusing on him. “I was surprised why such a distant kingdom would reach out.” Without knowing the reason for your visit, it felt like he had to walk on egg shells. Why were you here?

Rubbing a hand across his aged features, he said. “It is not under happy circumstances. We are receiving threats from a nearby kingdom. Are you familiar with the Eezla domain?”

He had to hold back a flinch. Even he had a hard time dealing with the war hungry dictator of a leader from there. It was no wonder your family had seeked out an audience with another kingdom. The only question was why his.

“He has come to us with a demand. Our daughter's hand in marriage or a battle for our ports.” His tone was weary.

Your gaze dropped to the table with dread. You wouldn't mind sacrificing your morals to save your people. But as the only heir for your family. It was an obvious ploy to take over the kingdom. You wouldn't have been surprised if your parent's death would have followed the potential ceremony.

“So instead we talked together on the matter and came to a new conclusion. It would be far more difficult if our daughter was wed to a more tolerable kingdom. Though they would need to have a formidable army.” He would have continued his eloquent explanation. If not for your mother's bitter interuption.

“She choose you. Can you believe that.” Her glare burned through him. “Out of all the options she had. You were her first pick.” Folding her arms over her chest, she resembled more closely a toddler than a queen.

Standing up quickly, you gave a hard stare to your mother. “It was the logical choice.” Looking away from her, your timid demeanor returned. “If the other party accepts that is.”

He could help but think that your gaze was as piercing as your father's. Though there was a graceful openness to you. He thought of Peach for a moment and had to keep a grimace off of his face. It had been a blow to his heart when she married Mario. Looking at you, it was like a golden opportunity had been dropped in his lap. “I do.”

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It was an odd feeling to bid fairwell to your parents. But with your mother's distaste for the arrangement and time running out. It was better that they go start the ceremony preparations now. It was a relief to only have to make final decisions. Also that Bowser agreed to a wedding in your home lands.

Placing your ear against the door. No large footfalls could be heard and your shoulders sagged in relief. You shouldn't be avoiding your betrothed. On the other hand, if he asked about what your mother said. You just may die of embarrassment.

Just how was a sheltered princess supposed to explain to her newly betrothed about her powers. That the only reason the ruler of Eezla had found out you are a seerer. After that it wasn't long before he demanded for your hand. By choice or force. This had prompted you to shut yourself away and look for the best path. It hadn't taken long. The moment Boswer entered your visions, it was all but decided. The sight of his heart break was surprising. Followed by the tenderness he held for his son. He provided for his citizens, raising a fierce army.

A blush took over your face as you remembered your possible future together. Growing to care for one another. Parenting Bowser Jr. together, even visions of your own children. It was almost to much to handle, your face felt as if it was on fire.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered yourself. Stepping out the door, you bumped into a small figure. It was a shock to run into someone shorter than you. But a gasp escaped your mouth as you saw Jr. on the floor in front of you.

Scooping him up on your arms, you fussed. “Oh darling, I'm so sorry. I didn't notice you there. Are you ok?”

He beamed up at you and nodded quickly. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. He got a new mama, she was super nice and pretty! “Are you coming to breakfast?”

Looking down at the sweet boy you hesitated. “Is your father there?”

Shaking his head, he said. “No, he had to go with Kamek. So I told him I would take you to breakfast.” He was bouncing in your arms. It made him a bit hard to keep a hold of.

So placing him down gently, you nodded. “Yes some food sounds good.” You felt guilty for avoiding him. But you thought some time apart may bury the comments your mother made.

Feeling a tug at your hand, you allowed the excited child to lead you.

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He couldn't keep his mind off of it. You had chosen him. Of all people why him? He could hardly pay attention to the map sprawled out before him. No matter how many times he told himself that knowing the enemy territory was important. His thought just couldn't stop straying to you.

Your sweet temperament and melodious voice. How well your plush form filled out your clothes. How you looked at him without any fear or animosity. You had chosen him.

Shifting his mind onto a task to aid you. Yes that's how he could keep himself on point. This was for you. The more he knew of his new enemies. The better he could protect you.

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You didn't see each other again until dinner that evening. You having spent the day with Jr., avoiding any thought of the large turtle. While he made battle strategy and his mind wouldn't stop returning to you.

It would have been a quiet meal, if not for the youngest participant. He animatedly talked about what you both had done that day. His father couldn't help his admiration for you growing. You obviously had already taken a special place in his son's life.

“Then I slipped off the stair.” Waving his arms around wildly, the pint size turtle almost tipped out of his chair. You both leaned forward, until he settled back down. Your face flushed as your eyes met. “But Ms. (Y/N) caught me with sparkles.”

Bowser's eyes widened, he hadn't been informed of you having magical ability. He wondered if it was anything like Kamek's spells. “I wasn't aware of you being a caster.”

Your face darkened as his attention was solely on you. “Not many people are. That's one reason my parents kept me from the public eye. With how rare magic users are and all.” He wanted to questioned you a bit more. But the subject seemed to make you more timid than usual. So instead he turned back to Jr. and listened to his day with you. Hopefully with time you would feel comfortable enough to open yourself up to him.

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You couldnt stand it any longer. You had to tell him the truth. It felt deceitful to keep your ability from him. The day you were meant to be bound was fast approaching. You didn't want to start your married life together on such a sour note.

You steeled your nerves as you came upon the door to his private chambers. It was well past Jr.’s bedtime, so you knew interuptions were unlikely. Raising a fist you knock lightly, when no immediate answer came you were torn. A part of you was relieved to not have to deal with this quite yet. Still there was a throb of anxiety about waiting any longer. You battled with yourself to knock again or leave. Until the door swung open.

Bowser toweled off his firey hair as he looked down at you. It was an unlikely yet pleasant surprise to see you outside his chambers. Grinning down at you he invited you in. “Make yourself comfortable.”

As he left through another door, you glanced around the room. It was about as grand as you had imagined it. Lavish paintings and banners decorating the walls. Though an area was sectioned off for Jr.'s art. It was adorable and heartwarming to see how much he had saved. A flush coated your cheeks as you noticed the only place to sit was the large bed. It was a lavish setting, dark stained wood with deep red bedding. You felt a shy yet scandalous heat travel through you. It wouldnt be long before this would be your chambers as well. The very bed that you would share together.

You almost jumped out of your skin as he reentered the room.

“Sorry about that, you caught me after a shower.” His hair drooped in a freshly washed fashion. It was a look you hadn't had a chance to see yet. It was an odd, but endearingly boyish style. “What was it you wanted to discuss?”

“Oh I was um.” The blush spread deepening to your neck. It was one thing to come up with the resolve. But another to go through with the difficult task. Still you needed to do this, for both of your sakes. “I need to let you know the truth. Why I chose you that is.”

He watched you carefully. It was something that had been on his mind for a while. Who was he kidding, since it was mentioned. But as he watched you fidget in place, he couldn’t take the usual pleasure he got from others squirming. So instead, he sat next to you patiently and waited for you to continue.

Gathering all your courage, you spat it out. “I can see the future.” A stagnant silence filled the air. Each of you waiting for the other to break it.

He awkwardly shifted to get a better look at you. Was that why you had chosen him? Was he the best pick or did you settle. Gazing down at you, he took you in. Your flush full cheeks and eyes looking everywhere but him. Your soft body, if only you knew how much your plush form filled his dreams. Taking your warm hands into his own, he smiled genuinely. “So you saw us together?” You nodded. “Were we….” He paused not knowing how to put the next question.

You noticed his hesitation, it made you want to sigh in relief. It was nice to know that you weren't the only one having a difficult time navigating this. Tightening your hold on his hands you explained. How the leader of Eezla had found out about you being a mage. But the only thing he was interested in was your proficient seer abilities. His demand for your hand was met with refusal. He then threatened the lives of your people. This led you to searching for a solution, which turned out to be him.

Eyes wide he wanted to deny it all. “But I'm just as bad as he is. Why choose me over him?” He hated himself for bringing it up. But a part of him would feel worse if he didn't.

Shaking your head you glared at him. “You are nothing like that monster. I know you have a sorted past with the Mushroom Kingdom. But the moment Peach married you left well enough alone. Not to mention the way you care for Jr. and your citizens. And when we have our daughter, your eyes light up the first time you hold her.”

He stared at you with astonishment. “We have a daughter?” You cover your face mortified. Only to shriek in the next moment as he scoops you up and spins you around the room. Your screams turn into elated giggles as you relax in his arms. Pulling you closer he gazes into your lovely eyes and leans forward. You meet his lips in a tender kiss.

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Things went well, pleasant conversation and sweet looks were exchanged. It seemed that things were going to work out. Until the Mushroom Kingdom caught wind of a damsel ‘trapped’ in Bowser's castle.

Mario suits up as his brother looks at him skeptically. “Are you sure you should go charging in there?”

The shorter man glared at him. It wasn't like he had a choice. The minute Peach heard some woman was there she threw a fit. Complaining about her time there and what she had to deal with. If it was her he wouldn't hesitate to rush over. Even if she was right, he just wanted to relax every once and a while. If it wasn't his new royal duties, it was his family back in Brooklyn. It felt like he hadn't had a day off in years.

Waving a hand at the other man, he said. “I'm just going to check things out. Not start a war or anything.”

With a weary nod he followed after his older brother.

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As time was drawing closer for the wedding, you were pouring over the final details with Bowser. He had originally insisted that you make all the decisions. But after convincing him this was a ceremony to join you both, he relented. You were elated at the combination of opinions and styles. It was going to be a magical event.

Jr. had tried not to get bored while you went over the seemingly endless papers. He really did, but what was a young boy to do. Although when he heard the words flower arrangements. He knew there was something he could do to help. Calling out that he was headed to the gardens, he darted away.

As he gathered flowers, weeds, and grass. He failed to notice the two plumbers approaching the castle. He jumped and whirled around as they called out to him.

“Hey kid, have you seen a new lady around the place?” Mario thought it would be easier to ask than sneak around.

Eyes narrowing at the brothers, he frowned. “What’s it to you?” There was no way he was letting these guys near Mama. When they didn't answer, he turned back to a patch of red flowers.

Getting frustrated with the whole situation, the shorter man put a hand on the boy. Only hoping to get his attention again. He was shocked when the child ran from them.

“Mama!” He stumbled in his hurry to escape from the brothers. Tumbling end over end, he landed on his knee. Scrapping the skin, blood seeped from the wound. Tears sprang from his eyes as he sat on the ground. Luigi started to make his way over, until the wind began to pick up and the ground shook.

The entrance burst open as a red eyed Bowser and a whirlwind sprinted towards the group. The wind calmed down a bit. The brothers were faced with a woman that looked as of she wanted to bite their heads off. They had never seen a more fierce expression on a person before.

Your hair whipped around your face wildly. The only thing that brought you back was Jr. wrapping his arms around your leg. Dropping the magic immediately, you scooped him into your arm. Cuddling him close to your chest, you wiped the tears from his cheeks.

Allowing himself to take a moment to gaze at the two of you tenderly. He enjoyed the sight of the woman he was growing to love caring for his child. It was a veiw that he could get used to. A glare slid on his face as he turned towards the brothers. “Is there any reason your harassing my son. Make it quick, you interupted something important.” One wrong move and he would tear into these idiots. He would risk peace with the Mushroom Kingdom for his families’ safety.

“We came to make sure she wasn't here against her will.” Mario was done with this entire situation. He was obviously sent on a dead end trip. You were treating Bowser Jr. like your own child. Not to mention Bowser putting himself between you and the brothers. It was obvious you were here by choice.

This made you finally take your attention off Jr. These men come here and accuse your betrothed of forcing you here. You know he had a sorted pass. Though your ability showed that he was passed that phase. It was one thing to make baseless claims. But it was a whole other to harm a child in the process. “I am here of my own accord. In a months time I will be marrying Boswer and taking my place in this kingdom. If that is enough evidence for you, I will now be leaving to heal my son. If not then I won't hesitate to make sure this is your last trip to the Koopa Kingdom.” The wind picked back up at your threat.

“No, we'll be on our way.” Mario just wanted to go home and soak away this entire experience. Pulling Luigi along, he shushed his protest with a wave of his hands.

Bowser followed after you, pupils practically shaped like hearts. He wasn't sure what he had done to be so lucky to meet you. But he would be sure to keep his plush queen by his side.

#mario bros #super mario #chubby reader #bowser #chubby reader x bowser #fluff #mutual pining #romance #bowser jr #mario #luigi #arranged marriage #marriage proposal #marriage of convenience #falling in love #abuse of power #abuse of authority #threats #caring #mothering #magic #seer #domestic fluff #idiots in love

[vvictuss]

so im totally pro therapy but we should really talk about therapist abuse outside of inappropriate relationships/direct SA because the other stuff will supremely fuck you up too man. like this guy came into my life when i was a severely psychotic and vulnerable teen with a genuinely impaired grasp on reality and 4-5 years later he’s handing me a loaded handgun at a park. if i had known what to look out for, maybe it wouldn’t have gone so far and led to the more common types of therapist malpractice. maybe i could’ve spent those years actually healing instead of getting pulled into codependent insanity with him

fuck u allen you fuckibg creep weirdo. go to mormon hell. i wish the heart attack had booked you

#planning on making a post about some warning signs later #??? #???:3 #therapy #therapist #therapist trauma #mental health #bipolar 1 #schizoaffective #trauma recovery #recovery #sa mention #vent post #mental health awareness #psychology #abuse of authority #abuse recovery #medical malpractice #disabled

[ageofshadows666]

Today marks the 49th anniversary of the death of Karen Silkwood, a union activist who was murdered because of her attempt to bring attention to the negligence and misconduct of the Kerr-McGee Cimmaron Fuel Fabrication Site.

She had participated in a union strike, and was appointed to the union’s bargaining committee. Her job was to investigate health and safety issues. She discovered that workers were being contaminated with plutonium, materials were being improperly stored, and found many respiratory equipment to be faulty. Concerned about workplace negligence, Silkwood testified to the US Atomic Energy Commission.

Afterwards, she found that her body had been contaminated by almost 400 times the legal limit for plutonium contamination. Over the next 3 days, the amount of contamination within her body increased drastically, and her home was found severely contaminated as well.

On November 13, 1974, Silkwood was on her way to Oklahoma City to meet with Steve Wodka, an official of her union’s office. She had a binder and a packet of documents with her. Later that evening her body was found in her car, which had gone off the road and struck a culvert, resulting in a head-on collision that killed her. Strangely, there was a large dent in the back bumper of her car. To add to that, all the documents she had with her in her car were gone.

Police concluded that Silkwood had fallen asleep at the wheel and drifted off the road. However, the fact that there was a large dent on her back bumper and that all the documents she possessed were gone suggests that she was followed and that her car was rammed from behind by another vehicle, forcing her off the road. Skid marks from her car were on the road, implying that Silkwood tried to get back on the road after being rammed from behind. Silkwood’s family confirmed that her car was new and had no prior insurance claims and that the dent in the back of her car was not present before the crash. The crash was entirely a front-ended collision, which did not explain the dent in the back, as there was no damage to either side of the car. Additionally, a microscopic examination of her car showed a paint chip that could only have been caused by being rammed by another vehicle. According to her family, Silkwood had received several threatening phone calls prior to her death.

As for the plutonium contamination, Silkwood’s father and children sued Kerr-McGee. Kerr-McGee claimed that Silkwood had contaminated herself on purpose to paint the company in a negative light. The plant Silkwood worked at was investigated, and it was discovered that 44-66 pounds of plutonium had been “misplaced” at the plant, which was most likely the plutonium that was used to contaminate Silkwood, along with her home. Kerr-McGee settled out of court for $3.75 million dollars and refused to admit any liability for the contamination. In 1975, Kerr-McGee’s nuclear fuel plants were closed.

Silkwood was a kind, honest person who raised awareness about health issues as she tried to help make workplaces safer and expose the wrongdoings of her employers. Unfortunately, this is something that often happens to people like her. Silkwood is someone who modern-day folks would call a “whistleblower”, someone who attempts to inform authorities and/or the public about the illicit/illegal actions of a corporation or authority.

People are willing to do anything to cover up their crimes and avoid responsibility. They will stalk, harass, and intimidate individuals into staying quiet. And when that doesn’t work, they’ll go after the whistleblower and try to kill them in a final attempt to keep their misdeeds a secret.

Silkwood had received several threatening messages before her death, but still chose to go public with the information regarding the negligence of Kerr-McGee. She knew that speaking the truth would put her life in danger but shoved aside her fear for the sake of the greater good. We need more brave people like her in this world.

It’s clear that Karen Silkwood was murdered. Someone at Kerr-McGee contaminated her and her home with a dangerous amount of plutonium, and proceeded to threaten her. After she refused to back down, they ran her car off the road and stole the evidence she was in possession of. Police never investigated the possibility of foul play, simply saying that Silkwood had lost control of her car and crashed, ignoring the dent on the back of her car and the stolen documents. Police assisted in the cover-up of her death. Justice will never be served for Silkwood.

This is a sad reality that still happens today. Authority figures and wealthy companies exploit and abuse the people below them, and threaten to harm or kill them or the people they care about to stop the truth from coming to light. This is an awful world of corruption where the people of power use that power to manipulate and control the citizens.

America, land of the free? Bullshit.

#acab #karen silkwood #murder #murder cover up #kerr-mcgee #government corruption #fbi #fbi corruption #abuse of power #abuse of authority #whistleblower

[bluejay-writes]

Heaven is a Misnomer - Chapter 6

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Rating: Teen Chapter 6 Wordcount: 3115 Characters/Relationships: Jake (Exchange student OC) / Raphael Summary: Jake comes into conflict with an angel. Gets help from an unexpected source, but the conflict continues when he gets 'home'. Chapter Warnings: Bullying, Abuse of Authority, Panic Attacks

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Chapter 6 - Conflict

At the end of his first class, Jake stretched, glancing back at the pages and pages of notes he took. He was going to need multiple notebooks for this class, he just knew it. Which was fine, honestly. He’d rather be learning a lot about a topic he was ignorant in, even if disinterested, than be bored to tears in a standard high school class. Honestly, he thought this was probably what college would be like, so he was taking it seriously.

Looking back at his things, he checked the schedule that he’d taped to the front cover of his planner. His next class is in this same room, but he needs to choose a seat that’s closer to the front. He couldn’t always read the board, and he was damned if he was going to need glasses just to exist in the Celestial Realm.

As he moved past the crowds of students who were leaving the classroom to head elsewhere, he bumped into one of them. Or they bumped into him. He would never be sure which. The angel in question looked angry, and turned on their heel to pin him with a glare.

“Watch where you’re going, mortal.”

Jake blinked. He knew immediately that this was a garbage bullying situation. He’d been a bystander to all of Nia’s issues at school, and he could practically smell a bully from a mile away. “Oh, I am so sorry! I thought I was being careful, but I clearly wasn’t careful enough. It won’t happen again.”

“Are you mocking me?” The angel said, and between one blink and the next Jake went from looking at a generally average looking guy to looking at a very tall, very winged, four-faced being. Maybe there was some merit to be not afraid and he should stop making fun of it.

“Absolutely not.” Jake said, seriously, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down. “I simply wasn’t watching where I was going. It’s my first time here, and I’m very distracted.”

“You’re going to be very something if you don’t start treating me with the proper respect.” The angel said, his voice even louder in this form.

Jake winced, and looked away. This was not how he expected his first day to go.

“That’s absolutely enough, Ophaniel.” A voice said from behind Jake, and he turned to see Azrael, still in her ‘normal’ guise, but looking so angry she was just as frightening to Jake as the angel in front of him, apparently named Ophaniel.

The angel in question suddenly popped back into their standard form, eyes wide, but lips sneering.

“Oh, I see. Poor mortal. Caught Azrael’s attention? Your days are already numbered, I don’t need to waste my time on you.”

They turned to leave, and then called out one final remark; “Thanks for the assist, Azrael.”

Jake turned to Azrael who didn’t look any less angry. Was she mad at him? Was he the actual problem here?

Azrael took hold of the hem of his shirt like he was an errant toddler in need of handling, and hauled him and his armload of things over to a seat, and settled him into it.

“Clearly you’re not capable of keeping yourself out of trouble, so let me do you a favor and have you sit with me.” She settled him and then snagged his planner off the top of his stack, looking over his schedule with a close eye. “We have all but one class together, so you should be covered from here out.”

Jake just blinked at the whirlwind that was Azrael. “Uh. Thank you? And I’m sorry.”

Her sharp eyes turned on him, and then suddenly softened. “Why are you sorry?”

“Well, I mean, you had to protect me, and you don’t like humans, and now you’re putting me next to you in class, and… you’re mad at me.”

“Mad at you? What would give you that idea?”

“You’re mad. And the angel who got all big thought I was in trouble with you, so…”

Azrael sighed, and shook her head. “Mortals. I forget you look grown long before you are. Jake, I’m not angry with you. I’m angry with that idiot for letting his bias show and making the Celestial Realm look bad on your very first day.”

“Oh.” Jake said quietly, feeling his throat tighten. No, Jake. No crying. Admonishing himself was unlikely to help. He wasn’t very good at dealing with people yelling around him. Nia was good at dealing with the angry ones. Even his mom was better at dealing with them than he was. He just curled up into a little ball and let it pass. If it passed.

Azrael sat back in her chair and didn’t say anything. Whatever her intent, it gave Jake some time to get ahold of what was going on in his head. When he managed to shake off the stillness that had overtaken him, he turned to look at Azrael again.

“Thank you for having my back.” He said quietly. “Sorry about all this.”

“No need to apologize. You’re a good kid. I don’t mind playing babysitter.”

Jake laughed ruefully. “You look like you’re my age. It’s weird to think about you being old enough to casually call me ‘kid’.”

Azrael smirked. “I’m old enough to call your great grandparents ‘kid’.”

Jake nodded. “That tracks. The angel of Death has been around a bit.”

Azrael chuckled. “Yeah, a bit.”

“Hopefully I don’t need a babysitter too long.”

“Well, you’ve got one anytime we’re in class. Except Gym class. You’ve got that one with Raphael though, so I’m not worried.”

“Yeah I was going to ask about that. Gym Class… seems…”

“All angels are expected to be a certain level of physically active and fit. For those of us with wings it is often used as flying practice, but as you’re a wingless type, it’ll probably be running.”

“Ew.”

“Agreed. I got an exemption so I don’t need to take it.”

“I wonder if they’d waive it if I told them I already completed my P.E. credits back in high school.”

Azrael paused as if in thought, and Jake waited while she found the words for what she wanted to say.

“Unlikely.” She said, “But you could always ask Michael. I’d normally say it couldn’t hurt to ask, but I never know what’s likely to set him off these days.”

Jake huffed out a breath. Michael seemed like a problem. Before he could respond to Azrael again, class started, and his mind was lost to taking notes once again.

Lunch came, and Azrael showed him the way to the lunchroom. Shiny, Aya, and Bunny were all waiting for him at the doorway, and after a bit they all settled at a table with their lunches, to chatter and eat food during their break.

Jake didn’t even consider the fact that Azrael was still stuck to him like glue until Shiny raised an eyebrow as she settled into the chair next to him at their table.

“Jake, who’s your shadow?”

Azrael scoffed, but let him answer the question on his own, which he appreciated.

“Oh! Shiny, Aya, Bunny, this is Az! Erm, Azrael. Sorry.”

Azrael just smirked.

“Oh. Azrael. I. Uh.” Shiny looked awkward, and Jake remembered Azrael’s comment about her the first time they met.

“Shiny, Azrael’s cool. She won’t bite, I swear.”

Shiny blushed bright red and muttered something under her breath, and suddenly Jake was sure that Shiny’s avoidance of the angel wasn’t about what Azrael knew or didn’t know about life and death but instead was more about the angel herself.

“Aw!” Aya said with a smirk and a wink. “But biting’s the fun part!”

Trust a demon to break the tension, Jake thought as he laughed.

“Anyway,” Jake said between bites of his sandwich, “Azrael and I have almost all of our classes together, so we’re hanging out. She’s promised not to let me fail any tests.”

“No, I promised you wouldn’t fail any. It’s not up to me, it’s up to your brain.”

That made everyone laugh, and Shiny finally seemed to get over whatever weird blushing mess she’d turned herself into. Jake couldn’t wait to ask her more about that later. Lunch devolved into chatter about classes and angels, and the same normal kind of gossip and shenanigans that Jake had loved from his usual school life. It was admittedly weird to be having a lunchroom lunch instead of having his half-hour of therapy every day. He wasn’t sure he wouldn’t rather have had the therapy still. Not that lunch was bad, but his new school was an entire time.

“Azrael.” Shiny said, “Why did you ask Jake if he had signed a covenant with Michael yet?”

“Not signed with. Made with.” Azrael said sharply.

“Jake can’t. He’s completely normal.”

“I know that now.” Azrael muttered. 

“Wait, what’s the difference?” Jake asked, confused.

“The wording implies who is bound by the covenant, and who benefits from that binding.” Azrael said. “In this case, you are incapable of making a covenant because you have no magic to bind you to your word.”

“Oh.” Jake said, suddenly wondering even more about why Michael would want to make a covenant with him.

“Yep.” Azrael said, just as forthcoming with her words as usual.

As though summoned, the bell rang, shrill and irritating, sending the lot of them scrambling to get back to class.

Jake is still on cooking duty for dinner that night, but to his great joy, it just amounts to the same kinds and amounts of work as breakfast; Gabriel gave him vegetables and fruits and the like to chop up, and had him set the table.

As usual, Michael was joining their dorm for dinner, and Jake found it hard to eat the food on his plate, even though he’d helped prepare it. He knew it was good for him. He even knew it was delicious, because Gabriel had convinced him to taste things as they went and give opinions. But something about having Michael staring down the table made eating food seem like the worst idea. His stomach was in knots. 

“Tonight is the first of our evening seminars that we’ll be holding. The topic will be a high-level overview of Celestial Realm History, etiquette, and other important topics for those of you who are new.”

Jake winced. Evening seminar. This implied it would take up his entire evening. At least he didn’t have a lot of homework yet?

As if he’d been waiting for some kind of complaint, Michael speared him with a glance. “These seminars are of course optional, and a lack of attendance will not directly hurt your grades here, however you will likely miss important information that will make your time here harder than it needs to be. I can’t recommend strongly enough that you all attend. It would be a good refresher for the rest of the dorm as well.”

Oh. Okay. Optional. Like Mrs. Frank’s extra credit. Sure, it wouldn’t directly affect your grade if you didn’t do it, but if everyone else did it and you didn’t, the curve would make it affect your grade regardless. He had a feeling that while it wouldn’t have a direct effect on his marks to miss the evening seminar, Michael would make it affect him in some way or another. Great. Great. The more he learned about this Head Angel in Charge the more he disliked the man with every fiber of his being.

“Ah, and Jacob.” Michael said, pinning him with a look. “I’d like to see you in my office after dinner, please.”

Jake started to open his mouth to once again correct Michael about his name. Again. He was interrupted by Feniel across the table.

“Excuse me, Michael. Weren’t we supposed to talk about…”

Jake didn’t get to hear the rest of Feniel’s sentence, as next to him Azrael hissed in his ear. “Stop fighting him in public, Jake. Don’t give him reason to find a way into binding you.”

Jake wanted to argue. He hated when people used his full name more than almost anything, because the only one who did was his dad. But the look in Azrael’s eyes, that slight panic she was trying desperately to hide, convinced him otherwise. Before he could respond, of course, Michael had already turned his attention back to him.

“Alright, Jacob, fifteen minutes after dinner?”

Jake just nodded. “See you then.” He could practically feel Azrael relax next to him. What in the world did Michael do to engender that kind of panic in the angel of death of all people? He was worried.

Even though dishes weren’t his chore of the day, Jake helped get the table cleared after dinner so that he wouldn’t have to just go back to his room for a couple minutes before going to talk to Michael. And because it was his only chance to try and get some more information out of Azrael about what she’d said at dinner.

“Azrael.” he said, catching her attention before she got to the actual washing of the dishes. “Got a minute?”

“Just one.” She said tersely. She clearly knew what he wanted to ask and didn’t really want to talk about it.

“What did you mean about binding?”

“That’s what the covenants do. Bind you to someone.”

“But I don’t have any magic. He can’t.”

“If you keep pushing, he’ll find a way.”

Jake blinked, a cold chill creeping down his spine. “Oh.”

“So please. Do us both a favor and just… fly under his radar a bit, okay?”

Jake nodded, needing no further push in that direction. His dad already had a vice grip on his life, he didn’t need a garbage celestial dad with a magical vice grip, thanks.

Jake passed Feniel in the hallway, and they shared an awkward smile. He knew full well the Angel had probably gotten a talking to for interrupting Michael at dinner, but he seemed pretty okay, all told. He did have something he needed to talk to Michael about, so it was probably fine. Jake couldn’t just go assuming that Michael was going to be garbage just because the angel reminded him of his dad.

Of course, the minute he saw Michael’s ‘office’, all charitable thought went out the window. It was creepy. It was a small room, separated from the basement lecture hall by a cutout wood panel wall. Not a true wall at all, just a pretend wall. It wouldn’t keep light or sound in or out, so only gave the thinnest veneer of privacy. Add to that the presence of a bed in the corner, and Jake was more than a little creeped out.

Michael looked up as he entered, giving him a moment to take in the space completely before speaking.

“So, Jacob. I heard you had an altercation with an angel during passing time today.”

Jake nodded. This was true.

“Tell me what happened.”

“It was between classes, I was moving up closer to the front of the classroom, since I had an issue hearing my first teacher and didn’t want the same problem for my second class. I was distracted thinking about what we covered in my first class, and ran into him. I apologized, but he was—”

“That’s absolutely enough. Ophaniel came to me this afternoon in tears. Clearly your apology wasn’t sincere.”

“Wait, in tears? That’s not right.” Jake said, immediately feeling the need to defend himself. “He got very angry with me and got so much bigger than he was before. Azrael—”

“Oh, I know this part.” Michael said, with a bitterness to his tone. “It’s not right that you should be relying on your status as an exchange student to get you out of situations where words would suit. He told me that Azrael set you straight, so I’ll forego any punishment, this time.”

Jake just blinked at him. What? That angry so-and-so in tears? He’d been about to be paste on the classroom floor until Azrael stepped in. And Azrael was the one that set him straight, and not Ophaniel?

“Punishment. For being attacked? I never once said anything but an apology to the angel in question, Michael.”

“You’re kidding, right Jacob? This whole thing is a joke, haha, joke’s on Michael. ‘I didn’t harass the angel, he harassed me!’ As though I’m meant to take your word over someone with whom I have a covenant?”

Jake felt himself freeze, fear running through his veins like ice. Azrael’s words came back to him then, and he definitely regretted talking back to Michael even the tiniest bit. He knew that his mother wasn’t here to get him out of this confrontation, and it was going to take everything he had to get out of this in one piece.

“I will be more careful in the future.” he said, keeping his eyes on the desk in front of the angel. Maybe looking passive was the way through this. His mother always admonished him to pick his battles. Maybe it was time he learned that lesson. This wasn’t one she could fight for him, after all. He really hoped she was alright.

“I don’t believe you.” Michael said sharply. “Look me in the eye and swear that from this point on you’ll behave while you’re here, Jacob.”

Jake swallowed his retort, and nodded, looking up to meet Michael’s eye. He knew he was probably even paler than usual, and he could feel the soft tremors starting in his fingers. He needed to end this conversation and get out of here before it got out of hand.

“I will be on my best behavior while I am here in the Celestial Realm.” He said, and if he was proud that his voice didn’t shake, he was also relieved that pride didn’t bleed into his tone. “I promised my mother, and I make the same promise to you.”

Michael nodded, and dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “See that you do.”

Jake took the dismissal and all but bolted out of the office. He needed to get back to his room, and fast. As he left he passed Raphael standing near Michael’s door, and wondered how much the Angel of Discipline had heard. Had he been there in case Jake made a scene? In case Michael decided he required some discipline? Did he require discipline? He certainly hoped not. Raphael nodded to him, though, and didn’t move. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jake knew he should be proud that Raphael even acknowledged him, but mostly he was terrified.

#omswd #obey me! #obey me raphael #obey me michael #raphael x oc #longfic #fic update #OM Raphael #OM Celestial Realm #Bullying #abuse of authority #panic attack

[wolfeyedwitch]

Weapons Don't Weep, Part 9

No. 3 A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH

Gun to Temple | “Say goodbye.” | Impaled

I know almost nothing about the military, and that's how I like it. Any inaccuracies about rank or protocol or what have you should be handwaved away; please do not tell me. Please do tell me if I missed any tags, or if you would like to join the taglist.

CW: gun violence, possessive whumper, abuse of authority, (spoilers, rest of CW in tags)

Masterlist

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Dr. Evangeline Colman, known as Command, prided herself on her patience. She had been the one to develop the protocols that took an unknown danger to the nation and turned it into their finest weapon. The process had taken the better part of two decades, but the results had been well worth the wait. 

She was rather protective of her Weapon. With all the work she’d put into creating and molding it, it wouldn’t do to have all that go to waste because someone got careless. 

As such, her usual patience was in limited supply after hearing that the Weapon’s escort team was returning— without her Weapon.

Command met the team as they exited their vehicle into the compound built to house the Weapon. She noted that the two senior members, those that would have been in the car with the Weapon, were nowhere in evidence. 

“Status report,” she barked at the remaining team members, who all snapped to attention.

“Sir,” one said. “There was an ambush. The terrorists set off a- a shape charge, of some kind, while our convoy was exiting the area. They separated the vehicle with the Weapon, and pinned the rest of us down with covering fire.”

She studied the group. They looked agitated and unnerved, standard enough post unexpected combat. They also looked intimidated, which was the standard reaction to her presence. Underneath those, though… There was a faint hint of guilt, as well.

Command narrowed her eyes behind her glasses. “Who gave the order to retreat?”

None of them answered. 

She turned to the person at the end of the line, the newest member of the group. “Private Harris.”

The man looked alarmed to be addressed personally. “Sir?”

“Who gave the order to retreat, Private?” she asked softly. 

Private Harris visibly gulped. “Sir, I’m- I’m not—”

“Do you know the voices of your teammates, Private Harris?” Command asked, tone even.

“Yes, sir,” the private answered.

“So you would have recognized who gave the order. Is that not correct?” she asked.

“Yes, sir,” Private Harris answered. “I- I mean, no, sir! I- everything was so hectic, and—”

“Are you saying that you were not adequately trained to keep calm and respond as necessary in combat situations?” Command asked, raising her eyebrows. “Did you sleep through that day in basic training?”

“No; no sir,” he answered. The private was practically trembling with fear.

Good. He should be afraid. They all should be, for failing in such an important task. But the person who should be most afraid…

“It’s a simple question, Private. Who. Gave. The order,” Command repeated, enunciating each word clearly.

…was the one who made the decision to leave her Weapon behind.

Private Harris screwed up his courage and managed to say, “Corporal Miller, sir.”

She nodded sharply and turned to face the corporal. “Report.”

He, at least, hid his fear well. His voice was even and level as he spoke. “As stated in the initial report, Command, the convoy was separated via explosive device. Sergeants Lee and Thompson were incapacitated and taking heavy fire. I made the decision to retreat to protect the rest of the team and prevent further losses.”

Command looked him over, assessing him. She let the silence stretch uncomfortably in the wake of his words. Finally, she broke her stare. She took off her glasses and began to polish them with a handkerchief. 

“What type of sidearm do you carry as your service weapon, Corporal?” she said, not looking up from her glasses.

“A Sig Sauer M-17, sir,” he responded promptly. 

She finished polishing her glasses and put them on again. “Do you know the cost of that weapon?”

A frown flickered across his face before he composed his expression again. “About $600, I believe?”

“That model is sold on the civilian market for approximately $650, Corporal,” she said. “We, of course, received a discounted rate. Step forward.”

He complied with her order, stepping out of line.

“Hand me your service weapon.”

The corporal retrieved the handgun and held it out to her, grip first. 

Command took the weapon and checked it over. Full magazine, and one bullet in the chamber. She held the gun at her side, finger on the trigger guard, as she continued speaking. 

“It is important to know the worth of one’s tools, Corporal,” she said. “For instance, I know that you are worth $[amount]. That is your projected pay over the course of your military career.”

She let another uncomfortable silence settle over the room.

���Of course, that number can change drastically. Tell me, Corporal, which is your dominant hand?”

He didn’t let his confusion stop him from answering, “I’m right-handed, sir.”

Command nodded and took a step to her left. “For example. That number changes if you were to die. At that point, the calculations would be based on what we would have to pay to your next of kin.”

She turned to face the corporal again. “Do you know how much my Weapon, the one you gave the order to abandon, is worth?”

He stayed at attention, not turning to face her as he said, “No, sir.”

Command allowed a grim smile to spread across her face. “Far, far more than you.”

With that, she pressed the gun to his temple, released the safety, and pulled the trigger.

The silence following her actions was almost as deafening as the gunshot.

She stepped away from the spreading puddle of blood as she removed her fingerprints from the weapon with her handkerchief. Then she turned to face the remaining team members.

“Tragedy has struck today,” she said, voice carrying through the whole room. “We have lost three good men. Sergeants Ryan Thompson and William Lee were killed in another act of violence from these brutal terrorists. Corporal Miller then committed suicide upon returning to base, after failing to keep our most valued weapon out of enemy hands. We will not allow these actions to go unpunished. We will find these terrorists and make them answer for their crimes.”

She set the cleaned gun down next to the corpse on the floor.

“Now, find me my Weapon.”

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#whumptober 2022 #no. 3 #gun to temple #whumptober2022 #weapons don't weep #living weapon whumpee #military group #or quasi-military group #they're government sanctioned and they carry weapons don't ask any more than that #gun violence #minor character death #minor character death tw #command #command is a horrible person #possessive whumper #creepy whumper #abuse of power #abuse of authority #command is pissed that they left her weapon behind #alternate titles: #meanwhile back at the compound #a warning why you shouldn't lose other people's whumpees

[nobody-cared-then-either]

Georgia is one of the worst states to be a disabled person in. I was born with ASD and disabilities to my hearing with partial deafness, and I became a pariah when I was the victim of Facial Disfigurement when I was 17, and then I became public enemy number 1 when I had a melt down when I was 26 and have been FALSELY IMPRISONED ever since. I need to get out of this state and away from my family.

#disabled #disability #hate crimes #trauma #complex ptsd #child abuse #facial disfigurement #crime #georgia #gwinnett county #domestic terrorism #discrimination #ableism #disablism #fascisim #i hate it here #get me out of here #abuse of power #abuse of authority #conspiracy against rights #the right to exit

[sunsetlovelydreams]

Child Jaime Lannister makes my heart ache. His father is too strict, his mother dies, his sister sexually abuses him, no one likes his new brother that mom died to give him, in fact dad wants to throw him out the window into the sea, and he has far too many expectations to shoulder when all he wants... is to be a knight, to do good.

But teenage Jaime... teenage Jaime makes me weep. Exploited by his sister out of jalousy and narcissism, exploited by his King for politics, exploited by Rhaegar for his value as a hostage, overlooked by his idols in the Kinsguard, overlooked by his father who sacks a city without confirming his safety. Hated, hated, hated when he accomplished his dream of knightly bravery by killing his king.

He has been abused so much and by so many people that are close to him and that he trusted that he just expects and accepts it as normal, that he doesn't fight against it, doesn't fight the reputation of oathbreaker that Ned, yet another abuser, labels him with. The one abuser that he fights back against earns him the label oathbreaker and the contempt of the realm. Why would he try again?

#Jaime Lannister angst #abuse of authority #he deserved better #Brienne's respect must have shocked the heart out of him and straight into her hands

[whumpshaped]

from this @skittles-the-whumpee

Prison whump where the whumpee is innocent but framed so warden whumper can get their hands on them.

tw wrongful/unfair conviction, abuse of authority, abuse of power, implied noncon, huge injustice within prison system

whumpee is livid and terrified at the same time because they didn't do it!!! this is unfair!!! this is ridiculous!!!

no one believes them. it's like they're talking to a brick wall. no evidence has enough weight to get them out

however they have to sit there and watch as the "evidence" piles up against them: forged paperwork, forged text messages, forced foot- and fingerprints

maybe they don't know whumper at all, not from before. they don't suspect they had anything to do with framing them

but maybe they do know them. maybe whumper is an old rival. an ex lover. some creepy stalker. whatever the case, whumpee's blood runs cold when they see them

whumper keeps getting them into trouble, reporting them, framing them again and again, getting them into solitary confinement

and as soon as they're alone, whumper drops the facade. it's not like anyone would believe whumpee later. hell, half the people think whumpee is out of their mind anyway

no one cares for whumpee's tears. or screams. or bruises. ruined clothing. or the handprints on their body.

whumper is an esteemed employee, very good worker, respected and beloved. untouchable from whumpee's position

maybe whumpee gets let out later on, because they realise they were wrongfully convicted

maybe their sentence is just over and they're never given any semblance of actual justice

either way they're jumpy and traumatised and looked at as a criminal

or maybe. if no one realises the mistake and their sentence isn't one that will just end. they'll have to come to terms with spending the rest of their life like that, in a cell. they can't wait until whumper changes jobs or gets bored or retires. they just want peace

#whump #whump prompts #prison whump #injustice #abuse of power #abuse of authority #implied noncon

[admrlthundrbolt]

Emperor's New Clothes (Doc Ock x Chubby Reader)

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Dr. Otto Octavius had been called a mad man long before he fused himself with the DNA of a Cephalopod. But to think that they would lock him away and attempt to study him. It was an atrocity, although the new scientist could be just the soft escape he could have only hoped for.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. I got reminded of how much I like Cephalopods while watching the new Auqamam recently. So who better to turn into a ottoman than Doc Ock himself.

Anyways I hope you enjoy.

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It had taken a long time to perfect his hypothesis, but in the end it was well worth it. To become one with the majestic Cephalopod. It was truly a dream, that the government soon turned into a nightmare.

The cell they stuffed him in could hardly be considered humane. On top of the limited water they supplied him with. They should be counting their days as closely as he was. As he chipped away at the cold surface, marking more days than he'd like to think of. He seethe at the thought of revenge and how sweet it would be.

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Cringing as you sipped the burnt break room coffee, you sighed. It was one thing to deal with crappy coffee, but it was a whole other ordeal to be assigned to a dangerous criminal. A man who had experimented on himself. Then made a weapon to turn others into the same being. That was someone you honesty wanted to avoid.

But you were black listed to the worst jobs. This was one thing on the list of many horrible things the company had put you through. All because of an early career mistake. Whoever said let bygones be bygones had never worked for OSCORP.

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Eyes narrowing as he heard the sound of steps coming towards his cell. He slunk into a dark corner and prepared for the next session of prodding.

As you entered the room he was stunned for a moment. You weren't like the usual type lackey they sent to bother him. No, you were much softer. Even with the frown that had settled on your face. He couldn't help finding you enchanting.

This was the rare instance that he didn't question your lack of uniform. He had always found it odd that the people he had dealt with, thus far, didn't have any identifying information. But now as he observed how your clothing fit your body. He preferred the way his eyes could freely roam over you.

The feeling of eyes burning into you was unnerving. You had read the report for your new assignment. A scientist gone mad after splicing himself with the DNA of an Octopus. It was truly a pity, from his earlier research the man was a genius.

His fall from grace was also one of the many nails in the coffin of the former CEO of OSCORP's career. Norman Osborn was a bit to brazen of a figure head for the board to allow him to stay. If only you had known just what kind of company this would turn out to be, before signing the contract that is.

Facing the cell, your heart rate picked up. There was no one in sight. Although as you checked your tablet, you could see there was no sign of an escape. So you decided to try the diplomatic approach. “Hello Dr. Octavius. Would you like to join me for your biometrics this evening?” It did the trick, the man himself slipped out of the shadows. As he did you couldn't help but admire his commanding frame. His barrel chest and feathered hair were quite fetching. Paired with the strength his torso and tentacled bottom displayed, it was no wonder they thought to keep him locked up.

He gave you a smirk at the unusual greeting. Placing his hands against the separation between you. He took in your soft facial features. “Well you're certainly new. What did you have to do to get stuck with me?” He had meant it in jest. Though when a sour look passed over your expression, he realized he had hit a nerve.

“Here to do what I was assigned is all." Your tone had become more terse and professional.

It made him annoyed with himself. He had already made a bad first impression and you hadn't even began. So he stayed silent and followed your instructions.

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Half stomping as you made your way into your home, you huffed. It wasn't enough to be assigned to a mad scientist. But to have him call you out on your first day with him. It made you want to rip your hair out.

Making your way into the kitchen, you made a soothing mug of warm tea. As you went to leave the room, you doubled back and threw a shot of whiskey in it. You rationalize that it was to calm your mind. Though it was really so you could focus on the burn.

It didn't seem to ward off thoughts of the doctor himself however. His large body, towering over you. Not in an overwhelming way. No, more of a show of strength. It was enough to send an unexpected shiver down your spin.

When his current condition was explained to you, you were under the expression that he would be frightening. But as you think back on his imposing image. You can't help the thought of what he could do with the body he possessed now. It would surely be impressive in battle…and other instances.

Shaking the thought from your mind. You decided a warm shower would be a good way to wash the day from your body. Still it seem the good doctor never quite left your imagination for the night.

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The next time you came to his cell, he made an effort to make pleasent conversation. “You look lovely today, Mrs….:

Hiding your face behind a clipboard. It was one thing to fantasize about the criminal you were assigned to. Yet another to hear such things this early in the day from the man himself. “Thank you Doctor. Actually it's Miss (L/N).”

Leaning against the cell, he smirked. It was a wonderful thing to know that you weren't attached, by marriage at least. “Does that mean that I have to guess for a first name then?”

Glancing up at him, it was your turn to smile. “Maybe if your a good boy I'll tell you later.” The satisfaction you got from the surprise on his face was more than you would admit.

Taking a bit to gather his thoughts, while also filing away that moment for later. He chuckled and gripped the seperater a bit tighter. Just another reason to hate this cage he was forced in. But it didn't hurt to have such tempting company.

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He was growing concerned. You hadn't showed up to his cell today. You usually came just after breakfast. Yet here it was already lunch time and there was no sign of you.

As the attendant brought the tray to a slit in the cell, he said. “Where is Miss (L/N)?” He did know your first name now, after behaving enough as you put it. But letting this lacky know that wouldn't be a good idea.

They shrugged, trying to hide how unnerved he made them. “How should I know.” It only took a glance at the glowering Cecaelia for him to rethink that answer. “Look, last I heard one of the higher-ups called her to his office. That's it, I swear.” Then they scuttled away as quick as their legs would take them.

Leaving Otto with a sour feeling in his stomach.

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Frustration coursed through your veins. It was one thing to give you the shit jobs. But to accuse you of not even doing them properly. That was just adding insult to injury.

Opening the door to his containment area, you tried to real in your emotions. Until you came to the realization that he was the only person you felt comfortable with talking about this.

Hearing the door open, he became alert. Seeing it was you, his shoulder finally relaxed. Though as you faced him, he was taken aback by your expression. Anger, fatigue, frustration, relief; they were a mixture that made him unsure what to say. Thankfully you started the conversation.

“They are such assholes.” You didn't even pick up the clipboard. Just slumped against the wall separating the two of you. You make one mistake as a new employee and they hold it over your head for the rest of your career.” With a huff, you leaned your head back and gazed up at him. “Then I meet you, the best thing that ever came out of working for this place.” A soft smile slid onto your full face.

The adoration that was in that smile made his heart swell. Placing a hand against the wall, near you, he said. “That is a wonderful thing to hear darling.” He cherished the flush that colored your plush cheeks. But became confused as you frowned.

Looking away, you spoke in a faint whispered. Almost as if the next thing you were going to say was painful. “They say we've grown to close. They're going to reassign me by the end of the week.” You were surprised by the look of rage that took over his expression.

His tentacles lashed out at the wall between them. Though you weren't scared, even as a hairline crack appeared in one corner. You only sat there and allowed him to gather himself. “This is unacceptable, I won't stand for it.”

Shaking your head, a hollow laugh left your throat. “I don't have a choice. The moment I signed a contract with OSCORP, was the day I signed my life over to them.”

Eyes widening, he came to a realization. That was why they had never worn uniforms around him. He had visited OSCORP many times in the past. That was before they pushed his friend Norman Osborn out of his position as CEO. It all made sense now.

Slithering a tentacle through the tray slot, he wrapped it around your warm hand. “I will take care of this.”

Nodding, you hoped against hope. Enjoying what little time you may have left with him.

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Pacing in front of the door leading to his cell, your shoulders sagged. This was the last day you would spend with him. That you were allowed to at least. You would risk your job to see him again.

Stepping through the entrance, you tried to put on a brave face. Only to stop in your tracks as the door shut behind you. He was nowhere in sight. Panic set in, making your heart hammer in your chest. Had they taken him somewhere, were they hurting him.

Calling out his name, dread grew in the pit of your stomach. Rushing over to the release button, you slammed your palm against it. There had to be a sign of where he had to be. Scrambling into the cell and you searched frantically.

Only to stop as a chuckle rang out from thin air. An unoccupied corner of the room shimmered and revealed Otto. He had a smug look on his face as you brought your hands to your chest. “I didn't know you cared so much.”

Darting to him you smashed your fist into him. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but it help get your frustration out. It was probably the only thing keeping you from crying. “How could you even think that this would be funny.” Glaring up at him, you felt your anger melt away. This could be your last moments with the man you had grown feelings for. Before you could second guess yourself, you seal your lips against his. He took you into his embrace immediately. It was even better than you imagined.

Heavy breathe mingling, he gazed longingly at your soft flush face. Suddenly he took you into his arms, cradling you. He loved the feeling of your plush body upon him. Finding that you fit against him like a puzzle piece. His smile took on a more sinister quality. “Why don't we take this to a more comfortable location.”

Feeling him pull you closer, you settled fully in his grasp. If they thought you a bad employee, why not prove them right. Kissing him once again, you pulled back with a smirk. “Let's get out of here.”

Slipping away into the shadows, you couldn't help but revel in the chaos that followed in your wake.

#spiderman #chubby reader #doc ock #dr otto octavius #chubby reader x doc ock #alternate universe #flirting #science #human experimentation #imprisonment #abuse of authority #villain #switching sides

[plague-and-creatures]

One thing I will never get about parents that use fear to get their kids to behave is when they're suprised they become no longer afraid at some point

"Nobody does what I tell them to right away until I get mad, nobody respects me anymore!"

Nobody ever respected you Karen, we were scared of you, and now that we're older and bigger we have nothing to be afraid of. We only do shit when you get mad to get you off our ass

Or when they say that parents shouldn't be their kids' friends and then are suprised when their kid tells their friends things they don't tell their parents, like they aren't the ones that established the relationship as a power dynamic between the authority and the fearful/lesser and not one of not mutual respect and communication

#parenting #families #bad parenting #parent problems #parent issues #family members and relatives #family problems #family issues #parental abuse #emotional abuse #tw abuse #abuse cw #abuse mention #abuse of authority

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Fusion Mundane & Prison Warden AU

What if Chun-Li was a warden and she sees one of her new prisoners is Ryu? Will she use that to her advantage?

She will very much abuse her authority to make Ryu into her prison bitch.

#street fighter series #street fighter #street fighter chun li #street fighter ryu #chun li #ryu #fusion au #fusion au ask #mundane au #mundane au ask #prison au #prison au ask #warden au #warden au ask #abuse of power #abuse of authority

[fanficfanattic]

I decided to post Boots to Bottles as a multi-chapter fic for a few reasons.

1) Bad scene transition? No! New chapter instead!

2) I kept rewriting the first 2/3 instead of finishing the last stretch.

3) Better able to sort out Whumptober entries.

This first chapter covers NO. 7

"I paced around for hours on empty, I jumped at the slightest of sounds

Alleyway | Radio Silence | "Can you hear me?"

Chapter Description:

But training was shitty that morning. And Roy was frustrated which made him angry which made him explode. Almost any other time, he could be credibly accused of targeting Jamie. This time, however, it wasn’t intentional.

In the long run, that would matter. In the short term; Jamie is having a panic attack, Ted is breaking several workplace boundary policies, and Isaac is going to Captain Up even if it kills him.

#whumptober 2023 #quote #no.7 #can you hear me #ted lasso #fic #aggression #abuse of authority #canon typical violence #child abuse #abuse of an adult child #domestic violence #panic attacks #flashbacks #therapy #hurt jamie tartt #jamie tartt needs a hug #autistic jamie tartt #season 2

[naoa-ao3]

What We Don't Do

Ravenscar had a new nurse.

A reasonably young and attractive, blond woman named Paula Gibb who by all acounts was utterly normal.

Paula thought she could do some real good at Ravenscar but on her first day she thought the place looked more like a prison than anything else.

The staff however were friendly and showed her around, the other nurses helping her familiarize with the place and the orderlies aparently friendly and willing to lend a hand.

She though that it wasn't so bad and a few a few days supposed that places like this were why she had become a nurse. Underfunding didn't mean they had to have a bad staff.

She wanted to make them better and so she was kind, she was kind to her patients and the other nurses and smoked with them on her break and gossipped and listened to them talk about their families.

She showed them pictures of her children, Nancy aged three and Brian at two. They were the best things she had in life.

They said she had beautiful children and she thought that she was finally off to a good start.

That was all until she met John Constantine.

Her first time meeting him was when she heard nurse Hull calling for assitance from down the hall.

She rushed to the door the woman was standing in and looked past her at a young man who had pressed himself against the far wall.

He looked absolutely distraught and his wide blue eyes searched past them for some kind of escape.

"What's going on?" She asked.

Nurse Hull glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. "He won't cooperate." She said. "I need him to take his pill."

The young man shook his head, mouth clamped firmly shut but Nurse Hull didn't look too upset by it.

She put her hand on her hip and snorted. "You know the drill John, take the pills yourself or I'll have Eddie force them down your throat."

Paula thought that a bit harsh and watched as the man drew in on himself glaring hatefully at them. "You keep him away from me!" He hissed through clenched teeth.

Nurse Hull just shurgged. "Your choice, John. You know how this goes and it never goes in your favor. Just take the pills so they can throw you back out of here. You'll be back soon enough anyway."

He twitched and looked at Paula who tried to give the man a sympathetic look, not knowing what was wrong with him.

Nothing. He looked away.

"I'm calling Eddie." Nurse Hull said.

The man gave her a venemous look.

Nurse Hull paged the orderlies and looked at John, unimpressed. "You bite him again and he's going to hurt you." She siad.

He sniffed and Paula didn't know what to make of it. "Surly there's another way-?" She asked.

Nurse Hull sighed again. "Not with this one, dear."

She looked into the little room where the man had pressed himself into a corner and was muttering very quickly to himself, hands over his head. She felt pity for him but here came Eddie FitzRoy, whisteling merrily.

"Alright, Kathy?" He asked, looking at Nurse Hull and cracking a grin at Paula. "Our John giving you some problems."

Nurse Hull held out the little cup with the pills in it. "He won't take them again." She said. "Won't let me get near him. You need Frasier down here too?"

Eddie whistled. "Nah, I don't think so." He said. "What do you think Johnny? Think I should get Bill down here?"

Paula watched as the man in the cell shook his head, wide eyed and stilled.

"Ah, I didn't think so." Eddie said, smirking a little as he advanced on the other man.

The patient pushed himself against the wall and Paula saw him actually begin to shake a little as Eddie pressed an arm against his chest and drew close, pinning him.

"You gonna take these pills Johnny boy, or am I going to have to push them down your gullet for you?"

The man trembled hard and turned his head to the side but Paula saw Eddie increase the pressure he was putting on him, saw his chest take the impact and his back strain against the wall.

Just take them! She thought, watching in horror.

"It's alright, Paula." Nurse Hull said, putting a hand on her arm. "Eddie knows what he's doing and John. . . well I guess you don't know about John here."

"Got you, you little bastard! Swallow it or I swear you'll be drinking your own piss for the next week!"

She looked back and saw Eddie forcing something down the patient's throat and massaging it down while the other man struggled and choked.

"God he's hurting him!" She cried.

Nurse Hull looked back, clearly unmoved and sighed. "It's alright, dear." She said. "It's only John."

"Only John?" She asked.

The other nurse nodded. "It's only John." SHe whispered as Eddie threw the man to the floor and stepped back.

They watched the patient curl in on himself and Paula thought she would be sick. There had to have been an easier way!

Eddie came out wiping his hands. "Nasty little bastard." He said.

"Thank you, Eddie." Nurse Hull said reprovingly, putting an arm around Paula. "Come on dear, I'll fix you up a cuppa. You look like you need it and I'll tell you about our John."

She nodded numbly and let Nurse Hull lead her to the break room and fix her some of the hospital's poor excuse for tea.

She tookthe mug with trembeling hands and looked at her in worry. "What was that all about? I haven't seen anyone treated like that since I got here." She said.

Nurse Hull sighed and sat opposite her, stirring her tea. "John's a special case." She said. "He's been in and out the past few years. . . personally I wish they would just lock him up."

Paula looked up, still feeling shaken. "Lock him up?" She repeated, making Nurse Hull shivver a little and nod.

"He's a murderer, love." Nurse Hull said, sounding sad. "Killed a little girl up in Newcastle. . . police never even found all of her. Poor dear. . . only twelve years old too."

She felt even more rattled to hear this. "I had no idea." She whispered, clutching her mug ever harder.

She thought of the man's scared, blue eyes and the way he had trembled when Eddie had pinned him to the wall. He had killed someone? A little girl.

Christ he wasn't even that old himself!

"Don't beat yourself up, Paula. I think it's good that you want to help people. Just don't waste your time on people like him."

She nodded. "Alright."

"Are you working late?" Nurse Hull asked, changing the subject and lightening the tone.

She nodded, shaking her head a little to clear the dark thoughts out. There was a child killer in the building and now she knew it.

"Oh, I've gone and frightened you. Darling, look he's locked up and if he ever gives you any trouble, Eddie wiill straighten him out." The other woman said, softening her voice.

She nodded again, not knowing how to feel about that. "I'll be okay." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She was being silly. The man was locked up and she wouldn't be in any danger.

Nurse Hull smiled kindly. "Of course you will." She said. "Eddie's here."

She nodded and forced a smile, wanting to change the subject and they talked aimlessly for a little while. Paula wasn't thinking about the patient or she at least was trying very hard not to and when Nurse Hull suggested they get back to work she felt emense relief.

She spent the next few hours, helping the other nurses and continuing to find her footing and tried to keep her mind away from the blond man down the hall and what he had done.

Ravenscar could have used a little updating but she supposed funding was always an issue and they were doing the best they could.

She distracted herself with work and checked her watched every few hours.

7:00 P.M.

8:00 P.M.

She said good night to Nurse Hull and watched her leave for home.

9:00 P.M.

She was off at 11:00.

At 10:13 she heard a commotion down the hall from the nurses' station and stopped looking at her charts.

The hospital had been quiet for a few minutes now and almost all of the patients were in bed.

She heard a noise again and put down her charts and pen. Someone's door was open down the hall.

She grabbed her sweater and pulled it close, shoes echoing lightly around her.

It was the killer's room that was open and she hurried to it, hoping the noise meant he was still inside.

Had Nurse Hull not locked it properly earlier?

She stepped to the door and stopped.

Eddie the orderly was inside along with Bill Frasier, Kevin Dunlap and Mitchelle Gordon, all ordierlies she had gotten on with fairly well. She looked around at them until her eyes found the patient on the floor.

He was curling in on himself, arms wrapped protectively around his ribs but there was blood. . . he'd been kicked in the face or something and her hands flew to her mouth in horror. "Eddie!" She squeaked. "What are you doing?"

The man. . . his name was John. . . John Constantine. . . opened blue eyes and looked at her in almost confusion.

Eddie was quick to her side however and covered her eyes, pulling her away in his arms. "Don't look at it, Paula. It's not pretty."

She pried him off. "Eddie! What are you doing in there!"

She heard the sound of boot hitting man and a yelp and she tried to take a step towards the door.

He put an arm out to stop her.

"Eddie!" She cried, voice cracking a little.

"It's not a bad thing we do." Eddie said, jaw tight. "Kathy told you what he's done. . . he murdered a little girl, Paula. That doesn't just go away. . ."

"You're hurting him!" She said, voice more shrill than she had intended.

"Yeah and he hurt a little girl. . . they don't even know what he did to her. . . what he did before he killed her. . ." His face twisted a little. "You got a little girl, don't you? You showed us all the picture the other day. Are you gonna tell me that if someone did to your little girl what that man did to some other woman's little girl, that you wouldn't want this?"

She blinked and felt tears free themselves down her cheeks. "Eddie. . ." Her voice was shaking. It was so weak. Why was it so weak?

"He killed a kid, Paula. The police haven't done shit. He murdered a little girl and no one's done shit!"

She shook a little but he put a hand on her arm, steadying her but as he looke din her eyes she heard a another cry from inside the room and trie dto peer past him.

Eddie blocked her view. "Don't Paula." He asid.

"Are you going to kill him?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Can't do that, there'd be questions but we can make him regret what he did."

She shuddered and clasped her hands to her chest.

"Sometimes, doing the right thing doesn't feel right." He asid. "But there's gotta be justice. You can't kill kids and get away with it."

She nodded and he gave her a kind look. "Why don't you go home early, I don't think anyone would mind. We'll handle old Johnny here."

As if on cue she heard a thud and a yelp and knew then that she didn't want to see what they were doing to him. She didn't want to see justice.

"You're a good one, Paula." Eddie said."Go home, kiss your daughter."

She nodded again, feeling weak and turned away, letting whatever was happening happen. It wasn't justice. It was something else but she would let it happen and just like that she felt is if she had lost a piece of herself.

She went and got her purse, images of her own daughter and of other little girls. . . little girls she'd never met danced in her head. Little girls that disappeared and girls no one ever saw again. . .

They looked like her daughter.

She thought of the blond man and the blood on the floor.

She thought of little girls that disappeared and of the mothers left behind, mothers without children. . . without daughters. . .

To be a mother without their child. . . she steeled her mind as she drove home, driving a little fast and a little recklessly.

She kissed her children when she got home and put in her resignation the next day. She didn't think she could work there any more.

She thought that even if she hadn't done anything. . . sometimes it was what you didn't do that was all the worse.

#hellblazer #fanfic #fanfiction #john constantine #comics #angst #hurt no comort #abuse of authority #john has a bad time #ravenscar #mental hospital #physical abuse #one shot #oc character #no romance #just a bad time for john #not sure but this might have been my first hellblazer fic #possibly #or second #i didn't post them to ao3 in order of writing #i posted what i felt confident enough to post first #an early one for sure

[mightyflamethrower]

ALBUQUERQUE, NM — Democrats accidentally let their master plan to utterly destroy the United States Constitution slip out into public slightly ahead of schedule.

"Welp, this is embarrassing," said Governor Grisham of New Mexico. "Really jumped the gun on announcing how we would do away with the Bill of Rights. Get it - jumped the gun?? Ha! Anyhow, yeah, that's how we're going to blow the Constitution to pieces. Cat's out of the bag!"

According to sources within the party, the Democrats had planned on giving it another five to ten years before destroying the remains of the Constitution. "It's a little ahead of schedule, but I doubt the sheep fight back," said Governor Newsom of California. "So, yeah -- we are going to use the precedent of suspending civil liberties during a pandemic to suspend Americans' rights for anything we subjectively declare an emergency, rendering all rights subject to the government's whims. Pretty genius, right? Man, COVID was such a godsend for us."

At publishing time, Americans asking if we could please just follow the Constitution were accused of creating a public health emergency and immediately tossed in jail.

#political humor #2nd amendment #guns #government corruption #abuse of power #abuse of authority

[nobody-cared-then-either]

I hate the authorities because they always act like it's your fault that they're incompetent. Especially the medical field. Also, especially the police. And your parents.

#incompetent professionals #incompetence #corruption #discrimination #complex ptsd #trauma #facial disfigurement #disability #abusive authorities #authority #abuse of authority #abuse of power