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candyfloss-esophagus · 6 months

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CRYING WOLF FOR ASK GAME!!!! GIMME ALL THE INFORMATION!!!!

Okay I'm just gonna spam you with asks here so feel free to ignore them if it's too much <3

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (don't think I've forgotten about the post you made mentioning an alternate ending! 👀👀👀) 10, 11, 13, 14 and 15

Hope this isn't too much! (like I said feel free to ignore these if that's the case!)

I remember you mentioned something about making a lore post about stuff that didn't get put in the fic and maybe you could combine them? If you still feel like making it that is <3 (seriously I still love that fic so much!!!!)

Alright buckle up boys this is gonna get LONG. @voidpants since you sent me an ask with a couple of these in, I'll combine them here <3

This probably goes without saying but there are extreme spoilers for crying wolf below the cut

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way? My recent obsession with vivisection, dissection and cannibalism <33 I know I'm very good at falling into stereotypes and I'm your local transmasc butch unhealthily obsessed with cannibalism <33333

The noirpunk server did, in all honesty. I don't know what I'd do without you guys.

2: What scene did you first put down? The very first scene! I write generally chronologically, unless there's something I'm raring to get down!

3: What’s your favorite line of narration? He pulls back, unable to staunch the hysterical giggles building in his chest, and they tumble free like the intestines of a mutilated fox at the side of a road -- all bloody ropes thick with mucus.

I just like this comparison lol. A close second would be the line about Peter's organs being better to eat than the pigeon.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? “Oh, I know you’re on the square, doll. I don’t think you’ve ever lied to me.”

I really love this line because I love blatant foreshadowing. But also because in the previous line, Hobie really wasn't lying (as is shown later on).

5: What part was hardest to write? The scene directly before the first cannibalism scene. I'm never too sure how to draw it out and build the tension in the proper way and I'm not entirely too sure I managed it.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics? It's absolutely dripping with paranoia, a lot of what is drawn from my own paranoia (where are my insane babes at ik we're around here somewhere). And also it's one of my most violent fics. Didn't tend to write it before now but I'm really enjoying messing around with it now!

7: Where did the title come from? I was brainstorming with myself after I told the people in the discord that I would try to write something approximating what we'd cooked up together and it took a while (probably about half an hour) before I hit on the story of the boy who cried wolf.

In this context, the boy crying wolf is Peter, whose spider senses are so fucked up that he tends to ignore them when he implicitly trusts people -- which means that when that person isn't in their right state of mind, he dismisses any notion that there might be something wrong.

Simultaneously, the crying wolf is Hobie, who is by far the more dangerous one of them, having been possessed by an actual murderous cannibalistic alien, but who is in much more denial about it. (Literally in the scene where he kills and eats Peter, he refuses to accept what's happened, whereas Peter just told him that it was going to be okay. Both of them are Fucked Up okay.)

Anyway this was a long-winded way of saying that it came from a children's story lol

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it? Yeah!!! In the early days of the noirpunk discord server, we were chucking around the vague idea of symbiote Hobie, throwing out a few vignette scenes and pieces of dialogue, and it was so compelling to me that I said I'd take a crack at it, so here we are! Thanks guys!

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic? AHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHA

Yes. I have an alternate ending kicking around in my head at the moment that I'll probably start with once I'm finished with whumptober and another couple of things I've promised people I'll do </3 the adhd is real you guys

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story? UM?? BECAUSE NOIRPUNK????????

Because this idea was thought up in the noirpunk server with noirpunk in mind and it would have been a disservice to write this pairing as anything other than noirpunk. And also I wanted to give Peter more cannibalism trauma. And at the moment noirpunk is the only thing keeping me sane (which I mean in a very real and worrying way. We ball.)

11: What do you like best about this fic? I got to write cannibalism under the guise of love :>

Also very proud that I came up with the acronym for the D.O.R.M.A.N.T symbiotes

12: What do you like least about this fic? Um. Am I allowed to say my writing. If not, then I know there are plotholes and pieces of lore about the worlds and the symbiotes that don't make sense. Consider: I wanted to write cannibalism.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading? I listened to a lot of Tunng, Troy Kingi and Arab Strap!!

Mostly from Tunng I was listening to a lot of their album Dead Club and out of those were my favourites of Eating the Dead, Man and also Woman (the last two of which are spoken word poems but I choose to treat them as music because they are <333)

Troy Kingi specifically Sleep (Slumber), First Take Strut, and No Reason to 2nd Guess M.G.

Arab Strap specifically The Turning of our Bones, Here Comes Comus! and The Fable of the Urban Fox.

Sleep (Slumber) was looped specifically for scenes where I needed them to be soft with each other. The Turning of our Bones was looped specifically for the cannibalism. Please watch the music video (don't if you're sensitive to gore) because it's actually one of my favourite things in the world.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic? HUNGER AS A METAPHOR FOR DEVOTION. or there might just be a parasite eating your brain lol

Just kidding. Hm. Sometimes we go through something in our lives that's horrific. And we're trying to process it and not getting anywhere because it's so huge that our brains can't wrap themselves around it. Most of the time, we start to convince ourselves that it's us at the core of the problem. Sometimes we are. But to peel back the layers and get to the actual center, there are almost always outside forces that influence us into certain behaviours/choices that we regret later. And that's part of being human!

I'm not saying that you have a parasite in your brain that's making you eat your romantically inclined partner. I'm saying that the love shown in crying wolf is a relatively equal balance of give and take. They try to be as their worlds have shown them that love is, they're unlearning some of the more detrimental things, they're learning and growing together. They take steps back from each other when they need to and try to navigate their situations as well as they can. Idk.

Forgiveness is probably one of the main themes here. Please be gentle with yourself. It's so so important that you are.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic? That I really enjoy writing cannibalism. And that I need to watch a hell of a lot of 30s nyc films and 70s london films because I STILL don't have their turns of phrases down and it's annoying me.

And to take the leap (haha itsv references). This fic was very overwhelming for me at first because I don't tend to write very fast-paced or violent stuff. But I really enjoy reading it and so I really wanted to write it! Even if it isn't that great, I had a blast writing it!

Thank you for sending this ask in!! It's been really good to look past the writing into the inner mechanics of what makes it tick! (And I promise that I'll have that lore post up sometime!! I have not forsaken you!)

Edit: just realised you skipped 12 in your request but in my defence I'm not wearing my glasses and sort of assumed you asked about everything whoops

#sorry about the lack of life on my writing fronts at the moment #life's thrown me a good few curveballs recently #i am but a small lad <3 #esophagus speaks #ask game #ask answered #fiepige #voidpants #crying wolf #hobie brown #peter benjamin parker #noirpunk #atsv #on writing #behind the scenes with esophagus

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starstruckunknown-princess · 1 year

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Homesick

Pairing: Alcide Herveaux x Reader

Warning: Homesickness, True Blood vampire/werewolf mentions

Word Count: 682

Summary: When Alcide’s girlfriend gets homesick around the holidays, he uses his day off to make a special surprise for her when she gets home.

A/N: Not sure how big of a following Alcide has on here, but who wouldn’t want to be cuddled by him in a blanket fort in the living room? Enjoy!

Alcide could practically smell his girlfriend’s depression. She was from the north, where they got snow and what she insisted was “actual” cold days this time of year. He could tell she missed it, missed her family, but her job with Northman meant that she had to stay in town for the holidays.

“Next year, babe,” he promised as they snuggled in bed in the early morning hours, “You’ll be out of debt to that fanger and we’ll spend the whole winter up north if you want. Get a little cabin on a lake or something.”

“Think you can handle negative temps, Southern Boy?” she teased, tracing his bare chest, stoking his fire.

“Eh, that’s what the wolf is for.”

She had laughed, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Alcide had the day off, and he needed to bring her smile back. So after making her breakfast and kissing her goodbye, he started brainstorming on what he could do for her, some sort of surprise to ease her homesickness.

And by god, if he hadn’t made a damn good surprise for her.

He turned the AC down as low as it would go, hung up fairy lights, and had spread fake snow all over the living room, but the piece de resistance was the Most Epic Blanket Fort he’d ever made. He’d co-opted some of his construction sawhorses and clamps to support the blankets, every pillow in the house was on the floor, and he had queued up her favorite Christmas movie on the TV. He’d even sprung for the fancy peppermint hot cocoa mix he knew she loved and whipped cream to go on top.

“What…Alcide? What…did you do?” her voice rang out from the foyer and Alcide spun around. Her eyes sparkled in the fairy lights, her jaw dropped in a wide smile.

Bingo, Checkmate, and Yahtzee.

“I wasn’t expecting you so soon!”

“I got done early. What is all this?” She asked, joining him in the living room and taking in the surprise. “Why is it so cold?”

He wrapped a thick arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, planting a kiss on top of her head.

“I knew you were sad you couldn’t go up north for Christmas, so I thought I’d bring the north down to you. We got snow,” he led her through the living room and kicked some of the fake snow, “and I cranked up the AC as cold as it could get, and you remember that cabin we’re gonna get next winter?”

She laughed, taking it all in with the wonder of a young child at christmastime. “I can’t believe you did all this!”

“There’s even hot cocoa in the kitchen. Figured we’d order some take out, snuggle up in our cozy blanket cabin, and watch christmas movies until we fall asleep.”

Without warning she leapt into his arms. He caught her easily, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did, wrapping her arms around his neck as well and pulling herself into his chest. Dampness started to soak through the shoulder of his t-shirt and he stroked her hair while she quietly cried.

“I just…you’re so incredible. I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he pulled back to look in her teary eyes, pushing her hair out of her face as he wiped the tears away, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Alcide. Thank you.”

He kissed her cheek and set her down on the pillow mountain inside the blanket fort. “I’m gonna go get the cocoa, you start the movie.”

She snuggled down and nodded, watching as Alcide left the room. No one had ever done something so thoughtful for her, and after the absolute shit day she had at work this was exactly what she needed. Even if they didn’t get the cabin up north like he said they would, she thought that the blanket fort was a pretty damn good substitute, as long as Alcide was the one sitting next to her inside it.

#alcide herveaux #alcide herveaux x reader #true blood fic #true blood fanfiction #werewolf fic #doting boyfriend #joe manganiello #fanfiction #fanfic #writing challenge #fluffcember #blanket fort

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strooparfait · 2 months

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angel of the morning.

top! lars alexandersson x bottom! lee chaolan

summary: waking up to a beautiful angel with silver hair is a blessing for lars. what a coincidence that it is today that the angel has his birthday today and lars wanted to give him a gift.

word count: 794

genre: fluff, smut 18+

content warning(s): lee chaolan has a pussy, pussy eating (oral sex)

a short one shot for lee's birthday on march 21st! I was reminded by a twitter post and I decided on making a short fic of lee. would most likely make one as well for lars, kazuya and jun.

The light of the sun shone through the curtains, covering the two humans sleeping under the bed covers with its light. It was already morning, judging by how bright outside was, and it finally woke one of them from their rest. Lars, who was given the name “Lion of the Rebellion,” literally looked like his nickname. His hair resembled a lion with its brown mane, and after waking up from tossing around in the bed, is very messy with how some of his hair stray away as if lightning had struck him that night. His eyes were still lidded from abruptly awakening from his very nice sleep (and dream), but it quickly widened once his eyes landed on a particular silver head nudging out of his bed covers. It was his lover, Lee Chaolan, the resident pretty boy who has an intelligent mind and a charming personality.

Lars remembered how last night went. He recalled when his palm made contact with the other’s thighs, he almost let out a satisfied moan from the sensation of Lee’s very smooth thighs. Lars remembered how he worshipped his angel’s body, how he kneeled on the floor while the silver-haired beauty was sitting on the bed, how Lars planted a kiss on his foot, and slowly moved up until he laid a kiss on Lee’s lipstick-smudged lips. Lars thought back to the sweet whimpers and cries Lee let out that night. Lars recalled how Lee laid quivering under him, with eyes dazed and unfocused, hands fisting the bedsheets, while trying to cover his mouth from moaning out loud with the pillow under him, while Lars thrusted his tip into his vagina.

Oh God, now thinking about it, Lars could feel his cock getting hard again. It seemed that last night was not enough for the lion. He wanted more of Lee. But he decided not to follow his wish, not wanting his lover who is still sleeping peacefully to be disturbed by him satisfying his desire.

Without disturbing Lee, Lars sat up from his lying position to check on his phone that was laying on the nightstand beside the bed. He could feel the pain of the scratches caused by his silver-haired lover on his back, silently groaning when his back touched the headboard. Lee is and looks like a cat with how much he scratched him, even though his name meant wolf. Lars was normally scrolling on his phone until he wanted to check his phone battery and he looked at the date beside the icon. Today is March 21. Lee's birthday!

The lion nearly fell to the floor from shock. He nearly forgot today is his birthday. For a few minutes, Lars tried to brainstorm ideas for a birthday celebration for Lee. Lee is a very expensive and a high maintenance lover, he likes anything expensive, especially if he could use it multiple times and not only once. Maybe they could go on a trip somewhere? Maybe visit Lars' hometown in Sweden? All those thoughts came to a stop when Lars looked back again at the still sleeping man. A sly grin appeared on his face.

The trip could be done anytime. I think this gift would be very nice for now.

Lars unravelled the bed covers that shielded his eyes from the sleeping beauty. Lee, still deep in his sleep, had on a blue hoodie that he took from Lars' closet. It seemed that Lee didn't wear any pants of any sort, because Lars could clearly see the other's smooth legs. Lars moved the hoodie slightly to reveal the sacred place, and voila, Lee did in fact not wear any underwear to sleep, leaving his vagina open to the world. Drool almost slipped out of the lion's mouth.

Lars moved his large body and spread Lee's thighs apart so he could be in between them. He pressed kisses on the long legs, lifting them up to rest atop of his broad shoulders. When he reached the sacred area, Lars started with a gentle smooch on the cunt, and then licked the surrounding area. Lars had a cruel tongue, sucking and slurping at Lee's clit, joined by his fingers which then pressed against the swell of his cunt and sinked between the lips and into the inside of the warmth.

It hadn't been that long until a small gasp from above was heard by Lars, who then felt the thighs he was surrounded in circled his head and tightened the grip, shoving Lars into the pussy he's eating out. "Lars-? What-" His angel is finally awake. Lee, still feeling dazed from just waking up, felt the lion grinned against his clit and whimpered as the fingers inside him thrusted once again. "Happy birthday, my sweet angel."

#bottom lee chaolan #lars x lee #larslee #lee chaolan #lars alexandersson

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wicked-jade · 1 year

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These all sound so intriguing but “Christine without the car” has me 👀

"Christine without the car" is an idea based on these drabbles I wrote for the AV100 "Amulet" challenge. I started brainstorming in the discord, and before long I had the plot for pretty much a whole fic. 😂

I'd just watched Stephen King's "Christine" the week before, so that influence is definitely there. My version would open with Silver, who's just been diagnosed with a terminal illness. He gets second opinions, uses all the wealth at his disposal to try and find a cure, but in the end his money can't save him. As he gets more and more desperate, he starts seeking out shady, alternative medicine, and eventually consults with a woman claiming to be a witch.

She says that while his physical body can't be saved, his soul can be preserved, so that it can later possess the body of another. Terry doesn't believe her at first, but as he gets sicker and more desperate, he decides he has nothing to lose and hatches one last plan for revenge...

He pays the witch to perform a spell that, when he dies, will transfer his soul into an amulet, shaped like the lotus on Danny-Boy's hachimaki. He arranges to have it planted at the pawn shop Lawrence always frequents - he knows the two are together now, and that Johnny won't be able to resist giving it to Daniel as a gift.

And that's exactly what Johnny does. He buys the necklace from Lyle and gives it to Daniel as an anniversary present. Daniel loves it, and never takes it off. Everything is great, until a month or so later, when they get a google alert that billionaire philanthropist Terry Silver has passed away, and Daniel starts acting strangely...

So from there it's a pretty standard possession/horror story. Silver starts taking control of Daniel, who tries to fight his influence but is helpless to stop him from hurting the people he loves. He's forced to essentially sit in the backseat as Silver uses his own body to get revenge on poor, unsuspecting Johnny, who doesn't understand why Daniel is suddenly being so cruel/abusive to him. And because Johnny is basically the Boy Who Cried Wolf when it comes to Daniel, no one believes him when he says that Daniel has changed. He even blames himself at first, figuring this is just how his relationships always go.

It would sort of culminate in class, when they're doing a demonstration and "Daniel" brutally takes out Johnny's knee in front of everyone. At that point, the kids all realize something is horribly wrong. Robby, who's been the most skeptical of his dad's claims (and who spent the most time with Silver and recognizes his mannerisms), starts to come around, and he works with Sam and Miguel to come up with a plan to save both his dad and Daniel.

Obviously, this would be perfect for CK Halloween. But we all know my poor track record with finishing Halloween stories, so... We'll see. No promises, lol.

Thanks for the ask! 💖 My other WIP titles are here, for those curious!

#wip ask game

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rawrmeansilyindinosawr · 1 year

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BOY BUTT

I MET MR KUNT AT BRPADWAY JUNCTION N I HAV HIS MUMBER . n i HAVLOST MI ASS CUZ OF FALLING DOWN THA STAIRS N A POLTERGEIST SOooooo now I HAV BOy butt. n HONEstly I Tink i also lost it from SAYING DED ASS TOO Mucho I maniFesteD it . :-\

iMADE A REMIX OF KISh ME on A GUITAR W A BROKEN N3cK tht goes LIK DIS .

“Kishh me

under the broadway junction stair case ,,

N let my . balls….

Swing swing ,

Oh so freeeee-eeely .”

i reAlized after snorting K mi friendz nailz in the dress aisle of Goodwill dat i will aLwayz AGREE TO THA golden Rule of Lyfe which is to NEVER step on the black part of the crosswalkz U can ONLY step on the white lineZ or u will LITERALLY DIE . N y is it more often than not , the things that we want r not the things we need and i feel like i’ll always be yearning for something more in store but the emptiness can’t b filled w just more of this n less of that n elaine says no one has good or bad luck just more or less of it .

Tha nxt time a strangwrr in a fox- pikachu costume cums up to meh n mi fwendz Wiff a guitar in tha wick n asks to sing Meh a song i will NO LONGER LIsten But buttle it by more fart jokez. Bc it has been yrs i hav had theese shower thoughts/questions/water based introspection: If u fart is it a culmination of all the farts around u cuz Ur breathing recycled farts in the air in side u ???? N on a. philosophical lvl. Nothing is original bitch. No one is original . Not even ur fooking fartsz.

Im tired of being so sexy and also so funny and also people expecting me to be the intimidating and mysterious and sexy person . I believe in kindness and being an internet troll n i grew up ugly n barely am making it to be kind of sexy within the last few years . So stop putting so much pressure on me Bith . Im literally an empath .

im Nvr going to party with scary Ukrainian fashion photographers again in greenpoint even tho they Hav free pizza <best food group> n their bosses r retired sexy models and also the closest deli near them has a free compOoter . N im done being strangers who drink old coffee at 2am’s outlets n shulder to cry on ab their exs w bpd . Cuz im empathetic to dat but also im tryna strictly VIOBE . N the vibeZ were not there . Plus i had an allergy attack n cried in the bathroom . :-/

i <3 waking up to phone calls at 7am/8am after i tried to induce sleep to myself w my 12MG mellytonin dissolvable tabletz N goin to get happie hour b4 it opens n debating new piercings n brainstorming new tattooz n stealing salt shakerz from restaurants w moi best fwendzzzz. It is so fukin Kold in Nyc n im waiting for my seattle he they cutie to move back to nyc so we can give each other allergy attacks by sniffing 2 many flowers at maria hernandez n then claritin n chill . N show them mi plushies . Cuz rn meow dating lyfe is like casual but I don’t need messy ass ppl . N i don’t believe in ghosting bc every1 deserves to have a convo but Meh . Thts objective lol . n It’s pointless to argue or submerge myself in a convo ive already had w someone where they have historically been defensive n Ugh lames . Only dating ppl like 23+ yr old n up now . :-]

I almost slapped the doggone giv a dog a bone dog shit out of the bouncer at purgatory N also this Girl who accused me of “cutting the line” at Elsewhere when i was guestlisted N also this person who narced on me the beg of the Yr at tha party but i chose world peace . N zen . N kava over stogies now . Smh . Miso soup over mala base , red hot chili peppers over deftones . Hot cheetos over takiz. Smh . i rly need my karma to reverse .

werk has been alrite n im soooo sad sag season is almost over . I realized i love cucumbers so much the last few wks n i am not afraid to show n tell ab it . i Love all the saggitiusrss in my life n i hav luved the consecutive bday parties ive gone to the last few weekz in which ppl have fallen asleep in their wolf costumes after doing One bump of K and screaming at Alexa to play Sleeping wiff sirenz. N trying to go to tinas but their hours r weird now apparently so we all end up at Sum random Dunkin Donut Hole place where my ex used to yell at meh at 6am . N i luv all of the he theys i hav met within the last few weekz who drink white clawz n have pretty faces n All the goth girls who also have snakebites who Kiss me n tell me if i wanted a sprite they would buy me a sprite . tho the tru drug of choice here is Vanilla coke , i Am extremely flattered . <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

ive been spending alot more time on tumblr cuz it Just feelzz rite n wayyyy better cuz now PORN ;0 isback here. n idk if yall rly kno but ya . tumblr is likebACK cuz twitter is kinda lamess now. sigh . playing in Parks w ex situationships r fun n even fugging in Bars called Bar r fun but i almost got choked out by my Ali express vivienne westwood necklace at the playground N tht shuld hav been a sign I shuld hav went home. idk y i alwayzz put mi heart on tha line 4 Ppl i kno kant rly take kare of it the way i want 2. Im Goin to b working my last shift at holiday market Thurs evening then going to LA p much rite after s000000. Ima try to pull sum rockstar shit there nalso make 100 dumplings w my mummy for xmas even tho Lunar yr is technically way better n Idk why We as taiwanese ppl even care ab xmas so much butt.

My boy butt says BYE!!!!!!! n Til nxt week ?! <3

xoxoxoX0 , meunster cheeze is not monsterous Believer/civil rites activist/where do i find gahndi fan fiction online/lactose intolerance lactaid pills thtr expired dnt work save urself n ur liver advocate , renny ;]]

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soliitvde · 4 years

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𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 '𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊' 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐈 -- how do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become ?

( casey deidrick / cis man / he and him ). introducing jasper ’ jack ’ stoneshire, the host for the allegiant . they’ll be thirty two years old , and arrived at hartly eight months ago. they work as a farmer, and you’ll always see a sickle around wherever he is

𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃

full name : jasper alistair stoneshire ii

nicknames : jack

age : thirty - two

gender / pronouns : cis man / he/him

date of birth : september 12th

location of birth : stoneshire manor , england

past residence : new york city , new york

current residence : hartly , arrived eight months ago

past occupation : gallery director

current occupation : farmer

family : paola vazques ( wife ) , leila stoneshire ( daughter ) , jasper stoneshire i ( father ) , moira stoneshire ( mother )

aesthetics :

playlist : radioactive - imagine dragons

character inspiration :

𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝙿𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃

born premature , lungs underdeveloped , heart even more so . no - one thought he would survive . maximum , seven days , the doctors had said . and for seven days , his parents cradled him in his arms , wept and cried and got ready to say their goodbyes . but by some miracle , seven days came and went , then a month , then a year . and he was up and about , wrecking havoc with crayons on his grandmother’s wallpaper , splashing his parents in the bath . he was alive . and his name was jasper . but that was his father’s name too . and it became far too difficult for him to say ( had a bit of a lisp , when he was younger ) and readily settled for jack . little jack of stoneshire .

his parents , both from long lines of aristocrats , who never had to worry about money for a single day in their lives , were quick to feed him with a silver spoon ( blind to what the ritzy , glitzy glam of aristocracy did to them -- one , dependent on alcohol , the other seeing another multiple men ) and jack was quick to adapt to it . did fairly well in the dangerous land of the rich . traversed through mountains of galas , weathered small - talk with vacuous patricians . and he did it all without even breaking a sweat . this was what he was meant to do after all .

the years pass quickly and jack begins to find himself , a little lost . the years had left him worse for wear . the arrogance that was gifted to him by his name and class ultimately became his ruination . failed relationships , failed friendships . his hubristic nature had left him all alone . even ties with his parents were severed , they , and everything they came with , had raised a wolf . and that wolf had devoured them and everything they had .

in an attempt to create a new start , a new him , jack crossed seas , climbed ( metaphorical ) mountains and found himself in the u.s of a . having been just shy of nineteen and sheltered from all the true injustices of the world , his new reality was a sucker - punch to the face . he spent that night crying on a park bench in central park . but , after a great long night of reflection and a hot - dog form around the corner , he came to his senses and decided that yes , he was going to do this all by himself .

he got a job at a pizzeria two blocks down , studied art history at nyu , graduated , one - hundred and seventh from his class and got his first ‘real’ job as a gallery associate , at a museum of a famous-ish local artist . he progressed through the ranks , eventually becoming gallery director at the museum of modern art .

when he was twenty - six , he met the love of his life , got married two years later and had a kid the next year ! then of course , it happened . he reached out to his parents immediately , because they had a private jet and stoneshire manor was very very isolated from everything else -- but ( because of his arrogance and his pride and his adamant desire on maintaining his independence ) he had left it too late , the borders had closed . they were stuck . him , his pregnant wife and their three year old daughter , stuck in one of the busiest and most populated cities in the world .

* trigger warning : pregnancy loss * they tried their best to survive , hiding out , never staying in one place for more than a few days and the days blend into the next and they’ve all lost track of time but their unborn child was growing , his wife was weakening , any day now , he would think to himself . any day now , their new baby was going to enter this cruel and merciless world . they found another family , the husband was a midwife and the wife was a doctor , together they delivered their baby . but their little baby never made a sound and was still . and lifeless . they had lost him . * end trigger warning *

it had taken such a toll on him and his wife , they had named him bobby last minute , after his wife’s favourite singer -- bob dylan . but it took a far larger toll on his wife . and his wife , who was cursed to always feel everything intensely , was consumed with such deep grief . * trigger warning : self - harm / suicide * and so , one night , while jack was asleep , while their daughter little leila was asleep , she ventured out . not knowing what was there , just knowing she wasn’t coming back . he hadn’t seen her since . and he’s always blamed himself for it . * end trigger warning *

a year passes , though he’s not sure , maybe it was just a month or a week , or maybe it had been two years , but somehow him and his daughter make it through . some days its just silence between them , just the sound of their feet against gravel , some days they manage to laugh , they tell jokes and reminisce about that one that mom farted in an elevator . and it was good , it was enough .

but jack made a mistake . they had stumbled upon. a park and little leila , who barely remembers what a playground looked like , let alone what it felt like to be a kid , broke free from her father’s hand and rushed to the monkey bars . * trigger warning : death * and jack , was overcome with empathy and joy , it was the first time that he had seen his daughter truly happy . and the last . leila had ventured past his blind spot and jack was too slow to react . a grotesque creature , with almost snapped necks , a quiet growling and hollow eye - sockets stood over his daughter . eyeing her like a lion would stalk a deer . all he heard was a scream . and jack , carrying only a makeshift spear . tried his best to defend his daughter . but it was too late . splattered with blood and dotted with bites - marks . all that he could give her , was the mercy of a swift death . * end trigger warning *

tired , hungry and with barely any will to live , jack somehow found hartly . as though it was fate’s party trick , to leave him all alone , carrying the a guilt that was consuming him form the inside out .

𝙸'𝙼 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚂

very chill , very calming , hates fights , hates arguments , always plays the peace keeper , tends to keep his emotions bottled - up , doesn’t let his anger out a lot . the only thing that really gets him worked up is constant mention of his past -- he feels really guilty about it so he pushes it to the very back of his mind and its only when other people that he may have told brings it up then he’ll go hulk - smash on a nearby wall

he’s a diligent worker , kinda keeps to himself . doesn’t like to establish any new connections cause he knows how easy they are to loose . very quiet , very shy and timid , gets flustered / embarrassed quite easily .

oh man , okay , he sometimes says really deep / profound / thought - provoking shit at the wrong times . like he’d whip out some quote from othello while he’s washing the dishes or something . it’s just a thing he does . it’s like a reflex for him . it’s like some sort of evolutionary leftover from his old , dark academia , posh - boy life .

𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚂𝙴

maybe the family they stumbled upon and helped deliver their baby ??

some new hartly acquaintances that can actually stand him ??

a prospective loooove interest ? ?? ?? ? though this would probably take a while

a connections from his old life ?? a co - worker ?? an old - school mate ??? his best friend ???? parents of his daughter’s friends ???

maybe he has a housemate at hartlys ??

farmer friendsss !!!

his confidant ???

someone he had found before hartly ??? and they found hartly together maybe ???

and lots lots more !!! i’m up for brainstorming !!!!

#miseriaintro

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kiingocreative · 5 years

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After we've come up with a story idea or crafted a scene, we want to watch out for situations that could have been easily avoided or solved. We need to keep our eyes open for plot holes. These situations give rise to the dreaded audience question, "Why didn't they just...?" The classic example is in a horror movie where the audience may be tempted to ask, "Why didn't they just call the police?" It's a good question! And we generally want to write characters who would ask that same question. So to solve these types of holes, we might consider having a character recognize the "obvious" solution and try to solve the problem the easy way. Then we need to show the reason that the easy solution fails. The character must discover that the problem is more difficult than they had initially anticipated. The cliché answer to why the character can't call the police is that the phone lines are dead. But we can continue brainstorming other possible ideas. Perhaps the police are corrupt or paid off by the killer? Perhaps the police are too far away to provide any meaningful response time? Perhaps the police show up but the killer ambushes them? Perhaps the police show up but the killer anticipates their arrival and disappears (creating a "boy who cried wolf" situation)? Have the character try the "obvious" solution to their problem and show us why it won't work. Get the easy options out of the way so that the drama of the story idea or scene is heightened.

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vgckwb · 4 years

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ML: Are They Worthy? Chapter 47: Darkside!/Dark Kitty

Gabriel was pacing around his office. Nathalie was watching. “So, you want me to meet with Judgement Wolf to see if we can figure something out,” he said.

“That’s the idea” Nathalie said.

Gabriel looked at his assistant. “Do you think this could work?” he asked.

“It’s worth trying” Nathalie said. “You would want to pursue any avenue to bring back Emilie, right?”

Gabriel looked out his window. “Of course,” he said. “But I would need a way for him to get to me without him revealing my identity.”

“We can think of a few options” Nathalie said.

“Very well” Gabriel said. “Let’s make an attempt.”

Meanwhile, after school, Luka and Juleka were walking out of school. “Hey!” a voice shouted at them. The siblings looked at the point of origin. She was an older girl, about 17, and she had orange hair in a ponytail, glasses, brown eyes, a white shirt, a green hoodie that was unzipped, a red and black plaid skirt, black stockings, white and green tennis shoes, and a black case strapped upon her back. She ran up to them carefully. “You’re the two guitarists of Kitty Section, right?”

“Um, yeah?” Luka said.

“What’s this about?” Juleka asked.

The mystery girl set her case down, opened it, and pulled out a black bass. “I wanna join you band!”

“Ummmmmm, OK?” Luka said.

“I can join?!” she asked.

“No” Luka said. “I mean, not yet. We’d have to audition you first.”

“Yeah, and this is kind of a friend thing, and you just kind of showed up” Juleka said. “Sooooooo…..”

The girl smiled and nodded. “I get it. We can do that. Can we do it now?”

“Uhhh, we weren't planning on meeting today…” Luka said.

“Please?” the girl asked.

Luka sighed. “It wouldn’t hurt to ask Rose and Ivan.”

“I guess not” Juleka said. “I’m still not sure about her though.”

The girl giggled. “I’m sorry. I haven’t even introduced myself yet. My name is Ashe.”

“Well, I’m Juleka, and that is my brother Luka” she said, pointing at Luka who was texting.

“Well, I’ve got an OK from Rose. Now let’s see what Ivan says” Luka said.

Mylene was approaching Ivan, who was checking his phone. “So, do we have plans this afternoon?” she asked.

Ivan looked up sadly. His sadness transferred to Mylene. “The band just called an emergency meeting. Is it OK if I go?”

Mylene felt left out, but she said “Of course.”

“Great! And I promise you, we’ll do something tomorrow!” Ivan said. He gave Mylene a kiss on the cheek and left. Mylene felt bitter about the decision and got out her phone and started texting.

Later, Mylene was sitting on a park bench by herself. “Hey Mylene!” Marinette called out. Mylene turned to see Marinette waiving with Alya right behind her.

The two sat down next to Mylene. “So, what’s up girl?” Alya asked.

Mylene looked down. “Well, it’s just, Ivan’s been spending a lot of time with Kitty Section lately. I’m worried we aren’t spending enough time together anymore.”

“Do you think Ivan doesn’t like you anymore?” Alya asked.

“That’s insane. Ivan is crazy about you” Marinette said.

“Yeah, he got akumatized twice because he didn’t know how to tell you he loved you” Alya said.

“Not helping” Marinette said.

“It’s not that” Mylene said. “It’s just, whenever Ivan and I aren’t spending time together, and I’m not doing anything with you guys, he’s off doing something he’s passionate about. Meanwhile, I just spend my time missing Ivan. I just don’t know what to do with myself.”

Marinette and Alya looked at each other and nodded. “Well, we’re here now” Alya said.

“Yeah” Marinette said. “So, do you want to be with him, or like, figure out something you want to do on your own?”

Mylene looked up. “I like that second choice. You all have your own passions. I wanna find something for myself!”

“That a girl” Alya said. “So, let’s brainstorm. Your father’s an actor, do you wanna try that?”

Mylene shook her head. “You remember how I did during the movie we made. I don’t feel comfortable doing that kind of thing. At least not yet.”

“Well, you’re so kind and gentle. Why don’t you try volunteering somewhere?” Marinette suggested. There are animal shelters, charities…”

“My mom works at a food pantry sometimes” Alya said. “They always need help there.”

Mylene looked determined. “Alright. Let’s do it!” Marinette and Alya smiled. The three of them left.

Meanwhile, at the Liberty, Kitty Section was sitting down while Ashe was on stage. “Thanks for letting me try out” she said. “I know you just met me, but I hope you’ll be impressed.”

“Before you start, we have a few questions” Luka said.

“Shoot” Ashe said.

“How’d you find out about us?” Ivan asked.

“I saw some of your videos online” Ashe said. “You’re pretty good.”

“Why do you want to join us?” Rose asked. “Not that I would mind…”

Ashe looked at the band. “I really like music. I’ve always wanted to play in a band. The way I see it: you need a bassist. I can play bass. Simple as that.”

“What makes you think you’ll be a good fit for Kitty Section?” Luka asked.

Ashe smiled slyly. “From what I’ve seen, you guys play my kind of music. I really admire your energy and attitude.”

“Are you nice?” Juleka asked.

Ashe was taken aback by that question. “She means ‘Do you think you can friends with us?’” Luka explained. “We’re a tightly knit group. You could play well, but if you’re only here to play, than I suggest you leave.”

Ashe smiled. “I see. Well, I certainly hope we can be friends.” She sighed. “Most of mine abandoned me…”

The band was shocked. “I’m sorry” Juleka said.

“No, you’re right,” Ashe said. “Getting along is just as important as being able to play well. Now, are you ready?”

“Go for it” Luka said. Ashe began to play for them.

Meanwhile, Mylene, Marinette, and Alya arrived at the food pantry. Alya waived down the person in charge. “Hi Marie” she said.

“Hello” Marie said. Marie had black hair tied up in a ponytail, a grey shirt, jeans, black shoes, and an apron.

“This is Mylene” Alya said, introducing her. “She’d like to help around here.”

“Oh, how wonderful!” Marie said. “Just take an apron, and, let’s see… OH! I know. Lorenzo needs some help sorting cans. Why don’t you start there?”

“OK” Mylene said. She went to grab an apron.

“And, since you two have been here before, why don’t you help with deliveries?” Marie asked.

“Uh, sure!” Marinette said.

Mylene walked into a room and saw a lanky boy with black hair, olive eyes, a black hoodie zipped up with an apron over it, jeans, and black Chucks. “Um, are your Lorenzo?” Mylene asked.

The boy looked up. “Yes. And you are?”

Mylene smiled. “Mylene. I just started here. Marie says I should help you.”

“Well then, let’s get started” Lorenzo said. “I’ll show you the ropes.”

Mylene learned from Lorenzo and together, they sorted cans all afternoon. The two became fast friends. The same was happening over that the Liberty. Kitty Section was impressed by Ashe’s playing skills, and they started a jam session once the solo stuff was out of the way.

Once their sessions was over, Luka said, “Man, that felt great.”

“Yeah, I’d say you pass” Juleka said.

“Me too!” Rose said.

“I agree!” Ivan said.

Ashe looked at Luka. “Well, what do you think?”

Luka smiled back at her. “Yeah, I’d say you pass.”

“Yes!” Ashe said, pumping her fist.

Anarka rushed out. She looked worried, but then saw Ashe and was curious. “My, who be this?” she said.

“Oh. Right. This is Ashe” Luke said.

“Hi” Ashe said.

“Well, hello” Anarka said. She squinted her eyes and then returned inside.

“What was that about?” Ashe asked.

“I don’t know” Luka said.

“Yeah, usually mom is a lot more free spirited” Juleka said. “I should go check on her.” She went inside.

Luka looked at Ashe. “So, why do you play bass?” he asked.

“Well, I can play an assortment of instruments” Ashe said. “I’ve learned when I was very young. But the bass has always been my favorite. My mom plays bass, so I feel connected with her when I play it.”

“I see” Luka said.

Richard’s car pulled up and Richard got out. He looked onto the boat. “It’s her!” he called out.

May got out and got a look. She started to approach the ship. “Oh no” Ashe said.

“What?” Luka said.

“Ashley!” May said, getting close to the ship.

Ashe shrunk into herself. “Hi mom…”

“Mom?” Luka said.

“Yes” Juleka said, coming out on deck with her mom. “Apparently, she’s May’s child. She ran away when she and her dad were in Versailles. He called May, May told dad, and dad told mom, who upon seeing Ashe knew who she was, and called dad back that she had been found.”

Luka looked at Ashe in disbelief. “Is this true?”

“Yeah…” Ashe said.

“Ashley!” May said, getting on the boat. She hugged her daughter. “Don’t scare us like that!”

“I was fine” Ashe said.

May broke the hug. “Your father was really worried.”

“Good!” Ashe said. “He deserves it!”

“What’s gotten into you?” May said.

“Everything!” Ashe said.

May was shocked. “Well, I’m sure we can talk it over with your father once we get to London.”

“No!” Ashe said. “I hate it in London! I’m never going back! Everyone hates me there!”

“Honey, you can’t mean that” May said

“I do!” Ashe cried out. “School is a nightmare. Dad’s away a lot of the time. You left me. No one cares about me…”

May saw that her child was upset. “Well, I’m sure we can figure something out,” she said.

“NO! I’m never going back! You can’t make me!” Ashe grabbed her bass and ran off of the ship.

“Come on! We gotta follow her!” Luka said.

“Right!” Richard said. The band, Richard, May, and Anarka all chased after her.

Ashe found an isolated space. She sat down, took out her bass, and started strumming. She stopped and broke down crying.

Meanwhile, in Hawk Moth’s lair, Hawk Moth monologued. “Well well, a lonely soul who just wants to be free. Surely we can help this struggling artist. Fly away, my little akuma, and set her free!”

The akuma flew off and fused with Ashe’s bass. “Dark Kitty! I am Hawk Moth. Your new friends and new band are about to be taken from you? I won’t allow it! I’m giving you the power to make sure you and your band throw the best concert Paris has ever seen! The cover charge for the acquisition of this venue will be Ladybug and Cat Noir’s miraculous!”

“Yes Hawk Moth” Ashe said. The purple-black aura formed around her. The was about the time everyone else caught up with her. Once the aura faded, she now had the look of a black leather tank top with three belts on it, a black leather skirt, black stockings, black pumps, black shoulder pads with white edges that carried a black cape, and a black Kitty Section mask with a white horn and white streaks of lightning coming out of the eyes at the top.

“Ashley?” May said.

“It’s Dark Kitty now, mom!” she said. “And me an my band are about to put on the greatest concert Paris has ever seen! However, you aren’t invited. You can still see the concert, but you have to view it from the special ‘downer’ section.” She strummed her bass, aimed it at the three adults, and then transported them.

“Where’d they go?!” Luka said.

“I just told you” Dark Kitty. “Now, it’s time for us to set up!”

“Hold on! We’re not going to play like this!” Rose said.

“Yeah! We’re not your band!” Ivan said.

“What they said” Juleka echoed.

“You’re turning me away too?” Dark Kitty said. “After we had such a good time this afternoon?”

“We had a good time with Ashe! Not you!” Luka exploded.

“Pity” Dark Kitty said. “Still, I have the power. You will be there.” She strummed, aimed, and made her bandmates disappear. “Now, every good concert needs some attendees. Let’s work on that!” Dark Kitty began to prowl.

Marinette and Alya were out delivering food. “This is great” Marinette said.

“Yeah, but it would be easier if we had a car and could drive” Alya said.

Marinette bumped into Adrien. “Sorry” they said at the same time.

Alya started laughing. “I’m sorry. It’s just that moments like this make me realize that you two were always meant to be a couple.”

“Thanks?” Marinette said.

“So, what are you doing out here?” Adrien asked.

“Well, we’re helping the local food pantry by running some deliveries” Marinette explained.

“Wow” Adrien said. “If you’d have told me, I would have helped.”

“Well, it was kind of a spur of the moment thing” Alya explained. “We were trying to help Mylene out since she was feeling down.”

“I see” Adrien said. His eyes widened. “LOOK OUT!” He grabbed Marinette and ran off.

Alya was confused, but was then hit by a bass blast from Dark Kitty. “WOOOOOOOOO!” She said. She began walking off.

“That’s it!” Dark Kitty said. “Now, let’s find more concert goers!” She went off in a different direction.

Adrien and Marinette were hiding in some bushes. They nodded at each other. “Tikki! Spots on!”

“Plagg! Claws out!” They transformed and followed Dark Kitty.

At the food pantry, Mylene and Lorenzo were wrapping up for the evening. “I’ve gotta say, this has been a wonderful experience” Mylene said.

“Well, you’re welcome to come anytime” Lorenzo said. He smiled. “I had a good time too.” There was a silence. “Say, I know this might sound crazy, but would you want to go out with me?”

Mylene was shocked at the offer. She remained calm and said “Sorry. You’re a really nice guy and all. But I have a boyfriend already.”

“Oh” Lorenzo said. “Of course.” He sighed.

“It’s OK” Mylene said.

“Yeah…” Lorenzo. “It’s just, see, I had a crush on this girl but she moved away before I could do anything about it.”

“Oh no” Mylene said.

“Yeah. I’ve been in kind of a funk since” Lorenzo said. “I’ve been volunteering to get my mind off of it.”

“What a coincidence” Mylene said. “I decided to volunteer because I don’t know what I want to do with my life yet.”

“Hm. I guess we’re just two peas in a pod” Lorenzo said.

They heard some noise coming from the front of the food pantry. “What was that?” Mylene asked.

“I’ll check it out. You stay here and hide. Call the police if I don’t get back!” Lorenzo said, leaving the area. Mylene peered through the door only to see Dark Kitty putting Lorenzo under her spell. “WOOOO HOOOOO!!!!”

“Perfect! Pretty soon ALL of Paris will come to my concert!” Dark Kitty said. Mylene went back and hid. Dark Kitty saw the door flap.

She was about to investigate further when she was cut off. “Great. Another situation caused by a Kitty Section rip-off” Ladybug said.

“I’m the real deal. Dark Kitty’s the name, and I’m the latest member of Kitty Section” she said. “Everyone’s setting up at the Eiffel Tower. I’m out here rounding up a few fans!”

“Wow! A Kitty Section concert at the Eiffel Tower?! Can you Mark us down for tickets?” Cat Noir asked.

“Of course I want you two to attend, but the price of entry is going to be your miraculous!” Dark Kitty said. She fired off blasts from her bass, while Ladybug and Cat Noir dodged it. They kept dodging and moving around.

Judgement Wolf managed to sneak up on Dark Kitty and get a hit in. “Judgement Wolf!” Ladybug and Cat Noir said.

“That’s gotta Sting!” Cat Noir added

“Sorry I’m late. I had to hide to transform” he said.

“You! How lame of you to do a sneak attack like that!” Dark Kitty said. “For that, you’re going to the downer section!” She played her bass

“No!” Cat Noir said. He tried to save Judgement Wolf, but ended up getting hit and transported as well.

Judgement Wolf and Cat Noir ended up in a black box. “Well that Wentz south fast” Cat Noir said.

“OK, what are you doing?” Judgement Wolf said.

“Famous bassists” Cat Noir said.

“I see” Judgement Wolf said.

“Cat Noir! Can you get us outta here?” Anarka said.

“And please! Save my daughter! She was just Akumatized!” May said.

“Yeah, I’m sure your Cataclysm could break through this” Judgement Wolf said. He looked out the window that was there. “But maybe here is safer.”

“Why?” Cat Noir asked. He got a look out and he saw that the box was floating above the city close to the Eiffel Tower. He also got a look at the other members of Kitty Section who were just standing still, deep within a trance. “Oh. Yeah, we could escape, but Dark Kitty could just put us back here if she found us. Plus, we have you guys to worry about. Not to mention that drop. I think we need to bide our time for now. Ladybug will come through in the end.” They all nodded.

At the food pantry, Dark Kitty turned and said “Now Ladybug! It’s time for you to join them!” However, Ladybug was nowhere in sight. “Where’d she go?”

“Dark Kitty” transmitted Hawk Moth. “Don’t worry about her for now. You’re putting on a spectacle the likes of which Paris has never seen. You also have captured two of her teammates. She’ll have to come to you sooner or later.”

“Of course Hawk Moth” Dark Kitty said. She left the food pantry.

Ladybug hid in the back room and sighed once Dark Kitty left. “Ladybug?” Mylene called out.

“GAH!” Ladybug shrieked. “Oh good. I thought you were under her spell or something.”

Mylene shook her head. “Are you alright?”

“I’ll be fine” Ladybug said. “Are you OK?”

Mylene nodded. “I think so.”

“Good. I need you to stay here and keep out of sight” Ladybug said.

“I can’t just do nothing!” Mylene said. “If what she said is true, she has my boyfriend! I can’t let her get away with that.”

Ladybug sighed. “I understand how you feel. She has my boyfriend as well.”

“Cat Noir?” Mylene said.

“Yeah…” Ladybug blushed. “But the best thing for you to do right now is stay put. I have powers. You don’t. Imagine how your boyfriend would feel if you got hurt because of him.”

Mylene thought about it. “I get it.”

“Thank you” Ladybug said. “Now, let’s not go into enemy territory empty handed. Lucky Charm! A sword?”

“Wow. That’s a bit more violent than your Lucky Charm usually is” Mylene remarked.

Ladybug remembered the sword. “I’m not going to use it violently. I’ve gotta make a stop!” Ladybug left.

Marientte walked into Master Fu’s parlor to see Master Fu and Hao-yu. “Master! Hau-yu! Paris is in trouble and Cat Noir, Rena Rouge, and Judgement Wolf are incapacitated!”

“I see. Let’s fix that” Master Fu said. He opened up the miracle box. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you on this mission. Choose wisely; such powers are meant to serve the greater good. Once the mission is over you will retrieve the Miraculous from them.”

Marinette had a look in the box. She grabbed the mouse miraculous. “If she wants something big, maybe we should fight with something small.”

“An excellent choice” Master Fu said.

“Gotta go! By Master! By Hau-yu!” Marientte left.

“Does this happen often?” Hau-yu asked.

“Well it’s been getting more frequent” Master Fu said.

Mylene was sitting around in the back of the food pantry. “I wish there was something I could do,” she said.

“And there is” Ladybug said. Mylene was surprised. “Mylene Haprele. Here is the mouse miraculous. Which grants you the power of multiplication. You will you it for the greater good. Once the job is complete, you will return the miraculous to me. Can I trust you?”

Mylene nodded. “Of course Ladybug!” She grabbed the box and opened it.

Mullo popped out. “Ah. How exciting!”

“Oh my!” Mylene said.

“Don’t worry. I’m nice!” Mullo said. She reached out her hand

Mylene smiled and shook Mullo’s hand. She put the miraculous on. “So, what do I do?”

“Just say ‘Mullo! Get Squeaky!’”

“Ok. Mullo! Get Squeaky!” Mylene transformed into a hero with a pink headband going over her hair that has Cat Noir-like mouse ears, a mostly grey skin-suit with black hands and black boots, a black belt with a pink buckle, and a grey Ninja Turtles-like mask. “Wow!”

“Now, let’s get going!” Ladybug said. The two heroes lept into action.

Dark Kitty was getting everything set up for the concert. The crowd had amassed, the lights and sound were set up,the band had these stands they were on, there was a big TV attached to the Eiffel Tower, and news crews were reporting on it. “Oh! I’m so excited!” she said.

In Hawk Moth’s Lair, he had a thought. He nodded at Nathalie and contacted Dark Kitty. “Dark Kitty. I have a favor to ask of you. Tell Judgement Wolf to meet me at the Arc de Triomphe. I want to speak with him.”

“Really? OK” Dark Kitty said. She got on her stand and told her unwilling band mates “I’ve got another errand to run, but then we can start our concert. Isn’t this exciting?!”

“Yes Dark Kitty” they all said in unison.

Dark Kitty hopped on her stand and it became a board that she could fly through the air on. She flew to the black box and said “Hey wolfy! Hawk Moth wants to meet with you at the Arc de Triomphe. So I’m letting you go. Don’t try anything funny.” She strummed her bass and Judgement Wolf fell through the floor.

Judgement Wolf found his direction and landed safely. “Huh. I wonder what this is about” he said. He made his way to the Arc.

Once he got there, he was face to face with Hawk Moth. “Hello Judgement Wolf.”

“What’s stopping me from using my power on you right now?” Judgement Wolf asked.

“Straight to the point” Hawk Moth said. “My assistant Mayura is close to the concert. She’ll create a sentimonster if you don’t cooperate. And we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

Ladybug is already down Cat Noir and myself. Plus, from what I’ve seen, all of the other known heroes have been put under Dark Kitty’s spell. If she can even find a new hero, that’s still going to make it a bigger mess than it could be. “Fine. What do you want?” Judgement Wolf relented.

“Good boy” Hawk Moth said, condescendingly. “I was hoping you could help me. Nooroo says you could.”

“That’s odd…” Judgement Wolf said. “I thought you didn’t want to reveal yourself.”

“I don’t” Hawk Moth countered. “But Nooroo says you could help me in other ways.”

Meanwhile, Ladybug and Mylene’s hero form arrived at the Eiffel Tower. They managed to keep out of sight. “Alright, we need to think of a plan” Ladybug said. “Hey, what should I call you?”

She thought about it for a bit. “Scouries” she said.

“I see. I like it” Ladybug said. “I bet Cat Noir will too.” The two heroes giggled. “Now then. Lucky Charm! A bag of marbles?” Ladybug looked at Scouries, the intricate set-up, the black box floating in the sky, and Dark Kitty’s bass. “I bet her akuma is in the bass.”

“Are we going to make her trip and fall? Like in the cartoons?” Scouries asked.

“Not in that sense, no” Ladybug said. “But we can trip her up. Here’s the plan.”

Judgement Wolf was in the midst of his conversation with Hawk Moth. “So, you need my help with something.”

“Yes” Hawk Moth replied.

“I’m not turning my back on Ladybug” Judgement Wolf said.

“Of course. If I thought you were that kind of person, I wouldn’t need to coerce you like this” Hawk Moth said.

“You are a tricky fellow” Judgement Wolf said. “What do you want?”

“Well, there are a lot of details to get into” Hawk Moth said. “I was hoping we could plan for future meetings here.”

“I see” Judgement Wolf said. “In that case, let’s lay some ground rules. No meeting on days with akuma attacks.”

“Agreed” Hawk Moth said. “But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to give up.”

“Same” Judgement Wolf said. “Also, we should keep the meeting place consistent. I hate having to run around and get vaguely sourced invitations to meet someone.”

“Very well” Hawk Moth said. He closed his eyes. “Well, it looks like the show is about to begin. Maybe you can go and watch it for yourself.” Hawk Moth left in a hurry. Mayura fell back as well.

“Well, that was interesting” Judgement Wolf said. “Let’s see how big this concert is going to be.” Judgement Wolf left as well.

The cameras started rolling. Dark Kitty called out to everyone “Alright Paris, are you ready to party?!” The crowd cheered back. “Then let’s get started. Hit it!” The band played “I Love Unicorns.” The crowd loved it. “Thank you! Thank you!”

There was some strange clapping. Dark Kitty looked down and saw that it was Ladybug. “That was a nice opening act there. Now it’s time for the headliner” Ladybug told her.

“Ladybug. You’re just in time for the show” Dark Kitty said. She used her bass to blast at Ladybug. Ladybug dodged it and leapt up to the lights. Dark Kitty kept blasting, but Ladybug kept dodging to the rest of the band, to the tv, and to the stereos. Finally she made her way to the mixing booth. Her earrings started to beep. “Ha! You’ve already used your Lucky Charm. All I have to do is wait you out!”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t worry about that just yet” Ladybug said. The TV went to static. The lighting fixture got detached and was hanging by a thread. The instruments began falling apart. The mic became unplugged. The TV fell off behind the band, luckily hurting no one.

“Grrrrrr. How did you do that?!” Dark Kitty demanded.

“I used my Lucky Charm, didn’t I?” Ladybug said.

Dark Kitty was still mad. “Well, seeing as you’re almost out of time, I just have to do this.” Dark Kitty aimed her bass carefully at Ladybug and strummed it.

Ladybug was teleported into the box as well. “Ladybug! They got you too?” Cat Noir said.

“Relax Kitty, this is all part of my plan” Ladybug said. She looked around. “Where’s Judgement Wolf?”

“Hawk Moth wanted to talk with him” Cat Noir said.

“I see. Well, we’ll talk about that later” Ladybug said.

“Care to Phil me in on this plan of yours?” Cat Noir said.

“Sinc we’re here, let’s free these people” Ladybug said.e

“Gotcha. Cataclysm!” Cat Noir called out.

Dark Kitty was standing there, having just dealt with Ladybug. “Now that that’s settled, let’s fix this!” She went to play her bass when she noticed little marbles sliding down the strings. “What the?” The black box exploded, and Ladybug and Cat Noir freed everyone.

Dark Kitty took her bass off to fix the problem, but she got kicked in the back by a returning Judgement Wolf. “Oops” he said. Her bass began to fall, but she went to grab the strap. However, once she got a hold of it, the strap broke off from the bass and the bass continued to fall.

“Equalize!” Scouries’s voice called out. A full-sized Scouries then appeared forming from a bunch of little Scourieses. She then used her jump rope to attack and subdue Dark Kitty.

“Nice” Judgement Wolf said.

“Thank you” Scouries said.

Ladybug and Cat Noir came back from rescuing everyone. “Where are they? Lemmy attem!” Cat Noir said.

“Relax” Scouries said. “It’s almost over.”

The bass crashed to the ground and broke, freeing the akuma. “Thanks” Ladybug said. “No more evildoing for you, little akuma. TIme to deevilize! Gotcha. Bye bye, little butterfly. Miraculous Ladybug!” She threw the bag of marbles in the air. The ladybug fixed all of the damage caused by Dark Kitty.

Ashe appeared out of the purple-black aura with her bass. “What happened?”

“Pound it!” the heroes said.

“So, I’ve been defeated once again” Hawk Moth said. I might be low now, but I do have a bass-line for my plans for the future!”

Ladybug, Cat Noir, and Scouries’s miraculous began to beep. “We should go. Are you OK by yourself?”

“Yeah. I think so” Ashe said.

Ladybug nodded. “Bug out!” The four heroes left.

Once they were hidden, Scouries asked “I know you know, and I know Judgement Wolf has to know, but why is Cat Noir here?”

“Well, we’ve resolved to be more open about our plans for dealing with Hawk Moth” Ladybug said.

“I can leave if you don’t want me to know” Cat Noir said.

“No. It’s fine” Scouries said. “Mullo! Un-Squeak!” She transformed back into Mylene. Cat Noir and Judgement Wolf raised their eyebrows.

“Good luck on Mr. Wolf’s test” Mullo said.

“Thanks” Mylene replied. She gave back the miraculous. “Well, I should get going.”

“Wait! How did you do all of that?” Cat Noir asked.

“Oh. Well, I activated my power, which caused a bunch of little clones of me to appear. I then hid in Ladybug’s hair as she took me around to various places. While she was distracting Dark Kitty, I was doing whatever I could to mess up the concert. Once Dark Kitty aimed her bass at Ladybug, I jumped off of Ladybug with the marbles she summoned and onto the bass to mess with that.”

“I see. How clever” Judgement Wolf said.

“Well, you know what they say. Les is more” Cat Noir said. Ladybug rolled her eyes.

“I really should get back to the food pantry” Mylene said. “Seeya!” She ran off.

Ladybug and Cat Noir ran out of time and detransformed. “Well, speaking of being more open” Marinette said.”What were you doing with Hawk Moth?”

Judgment Wolf looked at them and said, “He wanted to speak with me. I think he wants help.”

“You’re not going to give it to him, are you?” Adrien asked.

“It depends on the type of help he wants” Judgement Wolf said. “He didn’t seem to have an interest in using me. However, I suspect that there may be more to this than expected.”

“Well, I trust you” Marinette said. “Just keep us informed.”

“Will do” Judgement Wolf said. He left.

Marinette grabbed Adrin’s arm. “Come on. Let’s return this together.”

“RIght” Adrien nodded. The two walked over to Master Fu’s.

Ashe came out of the Eiffel Tower. “Ashley!” May called out. Ashe looked up and saw her mom, Luka and Juleka’s parents, and the band sans Ivan. May came up to Ashe and gave her a hug. “It’s OK.”

Ashe hugged back. “Thanks mom.”

The hug ended. “Tell you what. It’s pretty late. Why don’t you spend the night with me and Richard and I’ll talk with your father and see what we can do.”

“Thanks” Ashe said. She looked at Kitty Section. “If it’s alright with you, and if I’m allowed to stay, I would still like to be a part of the band. But I understand if you wouldn’t want that?”

“Are you KIDDING?!” Rose said. “We’d love to have someone like you.”

“Yeah. You kind of cool” Juleka said. “A little troubled, but we all are.”

“Besides, you’re practically like our step-sister” Luka said. “How could we say no to family?”

Ashe hugged Luka. “Thanks!” Rose and Juleka got in on the hug. “Where’s Ivan?”

“He said he had some business to take care of” Luka said.

Lorenzo entered the food pantry. “Mylene! It’s safe to come out now!”

Mylene walked out texting someone. “Oh, hi Lorenzo” Mylene said.

“Mylene! Thank goodness you’re alright!” Lorenzo said, hugging her. He broke the hug soon after. “Are you OK?”

“Yeah. I just hid here until the whole thing blew over” Mylene said.

“MYLENE!” Ivan said, entering. He saw her across the room. He ran up and hugged her. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine Ivan” Mylene said. “But thanks for asking. Lorenzo, this is my boyfriend.”

“I see” Lorenzo said. “You have a great girlfriend.”

“Thanks?” Ivan said.

“So, where do you go to school?” Mylene asked.

“Well, I just moved here last week. Starting tomorrow, I’m transferring to Francois Dupont High School” Lorenzo said.

“Really?! That’s where we go to school” Ivan said.

“Really? Well, then I guess I’ll see you around then” Lorenzo said. He walked out.

“What was that about?” Ivan asked.

“He’s just been having a hard time recently” Mylene said.

“Well, maybe we should help him,” Ivan said.

“I like that idea” Mylene replied. The two shared a kiss.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #Marinette #Adrien #Alya #Vlad #Mylene #Ivan #Luka #Juleka #Rose #Anarka #Gabriel #Nathalie #Mullo

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lurafita · 5 years

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Petvengers Chapter 2

I just realized that I forgot to post the other chapters here as well.

Read Chapter 1 here: Chappy 1

Again, this is also on Ao3, but I want to have duplicates, just in case.

here is the link if you want to read it on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19139326/chapters/45486811

The Ao3 version has pictures of the pets!

Bucky & Sam

When Peter had invited her over to Stark tower, so that she could meet Cap's new dog Colonel, and help him brainstorm for the next step of his mission (Ned had also been invited, but had had to decline due to a surprise weekend family trip), Michelle certainly hadn't expected that they would end up sitting cross-legged and drinking hot chocolate on Natasha Romanoff's bed. Said redhead, also known as Black Widow, was sat across from them in her desk chair, sipping on her own cup of the chocolaty beverage.

Her and Michelle had chosen a simple version of the drink; dark chocolate, some milk, a pinch of cinnamon. Nothing fancy and not too sweet. Whereas Peter had doctored his cup with extra sugar, mini marshmallows, whipped cream, vanilla extract, and sprinkles. Michelle was pretty sure that that monstrosity of a drink would cause diabetes in anyone else but Peter. Looking at it alone made her teeth ache.

Hope, Peter's most loyal companion, was for once not curled up, around, or all over his owner, and had instead laid his head on Natasha's thigh, while the former Russian spy was absently scratching his scalp.

"The key to manipulating others is to know what makes them tick."

The Black Widow had found the two teens in the common floor's living room (because even though everyone living in the Stark tower had their own floor, they all somehow gravitated to this one), discussing various ideas on how to get Bucky and Sam into the animal shelter. She had lightly scolded them for talking about a mission in such an open and unsecured place, ordered them into the adjoining kitchen for hot chocolate acquisition, and then corralled them (plus pitbull) down to her own floor and into her bedroom. Satisfied with their new location, Natasha then started to give the teen's a lesson in 'Spy Work 101'.

Peter was devotedly writing everything down, though Michelle had no idea where he had procured the notebook and pen from.

"Every person has a different emotional and psychological makeup and is, therefore, susceptible to different tactics."

She took a sip from her drink. Peter specifically made a note of that.

"So, before you start with your scheme, take your time to study your target. Learn to read them and see the best approach for getting them to bend to your needs."

Peter stopped scribbling for a moment, and looked at the redhead with a frown on his face.

"Couldn't I just do what I did with Steve?"

Natasha raised a single eyebrow.

"Have you heard about the boy who cried wolf?"

Peter nodded insightful.

"Good point."

And then he wrote that down, too.

Since the chance to learn from probably the best spy/secret operative/assassin didn't come by often, Michelle decided to make the most of it.

"Do you have any tips on how to best observe our targets?"

Natasha smirked.

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The first time that MJ and Peter observed the two men, Sam and Bucky were running through an elaborate obstacle course in the Danger Room*.

To be on a more even playing field, Bucky had taken off his vibranium arm and Sam his wings.

"You know, no one will judge you if you just give up. I mean, I will judge you... As will everyone else. But the option is there."

"Please. I'm just trying not to embarrass you too much. I could have already finished if I wanted to."

"You wanna put your money where your fucking mouth is?"

"You fucking asked for it!"

Peter and MJ made extensive notes while the other two sped up.

The next time that found the duo alone, they had somehow been ganged up on by the other Avengers into cooking for every one.

"Don't add pepper to that, it's gonna be too hot."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot that people your age have trouble handling spicy food. Want me to get out some prune juice for you? Should I puree your steak?"

"Maybe I should make some extra spinach for you, chances are you will finally put on some muscle, then. How about a glass of milk to strengthen your bones?"

"How about you shut up and give me a hand with peeling the potatoes?"

Since a picture said more than a thousand words, MJ took great care to draw the exact look on Sam Wilson's face when a detached metal arm landed right beside him.

The third time saw Bucky and Sam playing Mario Kart.

"I'm not at all surprised you chose the dinosaur. Feeling a special kinship with the fossil?"

"No more than you do with Princess Peach. What with you both being on your period."

It seemed that neither man was even out to win the race, but far more invested in hitting the other's character with an item, or pushing them off the track. When they finally crossed the finish line (after many, many swearwords; it was a good thing that Laura and Clint had taken their kids to visit Laura's parents), the two men sat back on the couch and took a long sip from their beer bottles.

Then they simultaneously turned their heads to the love seat beside the couch. The love seat that was currently occupied by one Spiderkid and one Spiderkid's friend who 'was a girl but not his girlfriend'. Who both had notebooks in their laps and pens in their hands and were staring at the men. Rather creepily.

The two pairs held eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"Did you two want to play?"

The teens shook their heads.

"You need help with... homework or something?"

Peter smiled.

"Nope, we are good."

The girl waved her hand at the pair.

"Carry on."

It was 1:45 am at night when Michelle was roused from her sleep by her buzzing phone. She opened up the screen to see that she had gotten a text message from Peter.

DefinitelynotSpiderman: Calling in mission report. I'm not getting any new information. Awaiting orders.

MyfriendscallmeMJ: ... Peter, are you currently sticking to Sergeant Barnes ceiling and watching him in his sleep?

DefinitelynotSpiderman: Of course not! Ever since Bucky and Steve started dating, they moved in together on Cap's floor. Not trying to get an eye full of that! What kind of creepy stalker do you take me for?! DefinitelynotSpiderman: I'm observing Sam. DefinitelynotSpiderman: While sticking on his ceiling. DefinietlynotSpiderman: In the dark. DefinietlynotSpiderman: While he is sleeping. DefinitelynotSpiderman: It's super boring.

MyfriendscallmeMJ: Peter, go to bed.

DefinitelynotSpiderman: Roger that.

After another week of close observation (to which the men had by that time caught on and were slightly freaked out by), Peter and MJ presented their findings to Natasha.

"They are like the worlds best frenemies."

Peter had once again made himself a cup full of 'Death by sugar', while Michelle and Natasha were enjoying some very nice tea, that Peter had 'borrowed' from Dr. Strange. (It was part of the training program Natasha had thought up for him to work on his stealth abilities. He had also 'borrowed' 15 single socks from Tony, Clint's fuzzy bathrobe, two pairs of Sam's sunglasses, and just an hour ago, Steve's running shoes. He had so far not been able to slip under the guard of the Winter Solider, and flat out refused to 'borrow' anything from Bruce. Dr. Banner was the god of science and shall not be used for training exercises.)

Natasha, who was at the moment wrapped up in Clint's fuzzy bathrobe, motioned for Michelle to elaborate on Peter's statement.

"They don't miss an opportunity to poke fun at, or insult the other, but even though it may seem as such at first glance, they are never actually hurtful to each other. Mr. Wilson holds regular counseling sessions with Sergeant Barnes, which we respectfully did not intrude on, but are likely about his fighting in a war and other trauma. And Sergeant Barnes helps out with Mr. Wilson's training and helps him to figure out new strategies and maneuvers for aerial combat."

Hope hadn't joined the teens in Natasha's room this time around, as he and Colonel were currently playing with Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel on the Barton's floor, under the watchful eyes of their parents (though Clint was most likely just as excited about having the dogs for some playtime as his kids were. He was fooling no one.)

"Sam has a bit of an inferiority complex, what with both his best friends being enhanced super soldiers, and is constantly trying it one-up Bucky."

Peter continued.

"And Bucky still sometimes struggles with understanding how the present, or in his view, the future and it's course of conduct works. He wants to learn to adapt on his own terms, and doesn't like having these things explained to him like he wouldn't get it otherwise."

MJ finished their report.

"They are both headstrong and independent. They like to help others, but don't like to be in a position where they themselves need help. They are very alike in that. Which leads to everything pretty much turning into a competition between them."

Natasha smiled proudly at them.

"Very good."

They smiled back.

"Thank you, Sensei."

Cue the raised eyebrow.

"Sensei?"

Peter shyly rubbed the back of his head.

"Well, you are teaching us some of the tools of your trade. Which makes you the Obi Wan to our Skywalker. But MJ voted against calling you Master, since that title caters to a patriarchal system. But the female form 'Mistress' sounded a bit too much 'Dominatrix'. So we settled on the more respectful Japanese term of Sensei. But we will totally stop calling you that if you don't like it, Tasha."

He nervously bit his lip as they waited for Natasha's verdict, and even MJ subtly shifted a little in her seat.

"No, I like it. Feel free to use it as much as you like. So now, my prodigious students, after having studied your targets, what have you come up with?"

Her smile widened more and more as the teens told her of their plan.

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Stage 1: Divide

Michelle found Sam in the common floor's kitchen, seemingly enjoying a cup of coffee. Peter had used the terrible combined powers of his and Hope's puppy eyes, to convince Sergeant Barnes that he wanted to go get ice cream with the teen and dog, about fifteen minutes ago. Which led into the next part of their plan.

Stage 2: Conquer

She casually strolled up to the table and sat down across from the infamous Falcon. He gave her a welcoming nod.

"Hey there, Michelle. You didn't want to go with the others to get ice cream?"

"Have you ever seen the absurdly sweet things Parker orders? I didn't feel like getting second hand diabetes today."

He snorted.

"Tell me about it. I swear I could feel my teeth starting to rot, the last time he made himself a snack. And by snack, I mean a deep fried mars bar, covered in whipped cream and wrapped in a chocolate chip pancake."

He shuddered at the memory. Then Michelle went in for the kill.

-Hook.-

"And also, I don't need to listen to Sergeant Barnes rant about your inability to let yourself appear emotionally open or vulnerable."

The man almost chocked on his coffee.

"I'm sorry, what?"

With a casual shrug and a dismissive hand gesture, the girl elaborated.

"I mean, it's not a big deal or anything. We were talking about Hope and Colonel the other day, and how Peter tricked Captain Rogers. Peter thought he should do it again, you know, with someone else from the team. That loser is absolutely certain that everyone needs a pet because, and I quote 'Animals just make everything better, MJ.'."

The statement was followed by her trademark eye roll.

"Well, in the kid's defense, there are quite a few studies about the mental and psychological benefits a close relationship with a pet can have on a person. Especially those dealing with trauma. Many of the veterans I counsel have a therapeutic companion, or emotional support animal, as they are more commonly called."

Sam couldn't help but inject, but quickly got back to the matter at hand.

"What's that about Barnes spouting bullshit, though?"

-Line.-

The teen across from him shrugged her shoulders.

"He simply stated that something like this wouldn't work on you. Since Peter's ploy heavily depended on the Captain being a 'pushover with a hero complex', and therefore unable to turn away from a 'little critter in need of love and affection'. You, on the other hand, were 'too insecure about your manliness, and wouldn't allow yourself to be seen as someone doting on an animal'. His words."

The coffee cup was set down harshly on the table, as Sam pushed himself upwards.

-And sinker.-

"He did, did he." He growled. "Insecure about my manliness, my ass. I'm gonna show that bastard... Say, do you know which shelter Pete got the dogs from?"

Michelle easily suppressed a victorious smirk, and quickly typed out the signal message on her phone for Ned to be ready with his camcorder.

"I will show you the way." He nodded in acceptance. "Great. If we come across a shop selling sunglasses on the way there, remind me to get a pair. I seem to keep misplacing mine."

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They had taken Hope to the park first, and thrown around a Frisbee for the dog to chase after and catch. Natasha had told Peter to spend about thirty to forty minutes in the park, and after that approximately the same amount of time at the ice cream cafe, that was conveniently located halfway between the park and the shelter. (What was even better, was that this particular cafe had ice cream specifically made for dogs. So he had ordered Hope three big scoops of the dogs favorite flavor.)

While Hope was happily licking up his cold treat, and Peter was demolishing his triple banana split with extra toppings of everything, Bucky serenely drunk from his glass of frappuccino. The tranquility of the moment was only disrupted by the vibrating buzz of Peter's mobile phone, which he quickly took out of his pants pocket.

MyfriendscallmeMJ: The Falcon and his new companion have left the building. Ned is awaiting your arrival. Initiate phase 'Lonely Winter' now.

-Alright Parker-, he gave himself a mental pep talk, -your turn. Tasha and MJ have coached you through your lines all yesterday evening, you totally got this.-

"So," -maybe put a little less squeak into your voice!- "Hrm, I mean, so... You know, I think Sam is wrong."

Bucky grinned at him.

"Wilson is wrong about a lot of things. But what in particular are you referring to?"

-Get it together, Spiderman! You can totally do this! Look him in the eye and lie right to his face!-

Peter fixed his stare resolutely on the coffee table and spun his spoon around his now empty bowl.

-Coward!-

"Just something he said. Me and MJ were talking the other day, you know, about how great it would be if the others on the team would maybe adopt an animal from the shelter, too. I mean, the tower is more than big enough for it, and you can't deny that Steve has been a lot more relaxed ever since he got Colonel. You too, actually."

Bucky nodded to that. He had always had a soft spot for dogs, and really anything with big eyes and soft fur that needed his protection. He was always happy to volunteer taking both Colonel and Hope out for a walk, if Steve or Peter were busy. Just like this morning when he went jogging with Colonel, because his boyfriend refused to leave before he found his running shoes. (He hadn't found them. Bucky could have told him that the kid had them, but he was no snitch. Also, he knew very well that this was part of Natasha's stealth training, and since Peter never took things that held emotional value to their owners, Bucky was very satisfied with silently cheering the kid on.)

"Sam overheard us and said that you probably wouldn't go for it."

The Winter Soldiers eyes narrowed slightly.

"Oh?"

-Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic! Lie your heart out you french frying licorice!-

"Yeah, like, you know, he was just like 'Nah, that relic wouldn't even know how to handle all the paperwork that comes with adopting a pet. Bet they didn't have that back in 1920. Probably just ran out on the street and took home the first thing that let itself be cuddled.' Well, something along those lines, I don't remember his exact wording (-because he never said that, you lying liar who lies!- ) and he said that you would be way too proud to ask for someone to explain it to you and stuff..."

He risked glancing up from the table to gauge Bucky's reaction, and holy mother of science! If the stormy look on the man's face said anything, he had totally bought Peter's bullshit!

-Whoohoo! Good work, Spidey!-

Feeling emboldened by this, he tried his best to adopt a casual, earnest posture.

"But, I don't think Sam is right. I mean, you know how to file your taxes and stuff, and I'm pretty sure that more than half the people in New York don't know how to do that correctly. Tony always just lets Pepper handle them. And besides, you are totally awesome with Hope and Colonel, and I don't think you would let something like pride stand in your way if you wanted to adopt a pet."

Another quick glance at the Sergeant revealed a mix of fondness, contemplation, and determination.

"You know what, kid? How about we make a little detour to that shelter of yours and show Sam how very, stupidly wrong he is?"

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Ned had opted out of accompanying the now foursome back to the tower, as he wanted to save the new video he had made to the file he had on his computer at home. Bucky had either not cared about Peter's friend filming him, while he went through the process of adopting an animal, or hadn't realized that he had been the sole focus of the camera.

When they entered the common floor, Hope tiredly trotting over to where Colonel had laid himself down beside the love seat, they were greeted by the sight of Steve, Sam, Michelle, Natasha and Pepper readying the room for a movie night.

Peter quickly ran over to Pepper and took two of the three huge bowls of chips she was trying to balance.

"Thank you, sweetie."

"No problem. Where are the others?"

Steve answered, setting down two huge jugs of iced fruit tea on the table.

"Clint and Laura are making sure that Cooper and Lila have finished their homework before we start with the movie. Bruce wanted to go over the latest results of some kind of experiment he was running one more time, but promised to be here in half an hour at the latest. May had to fill in for a colleague, and said to tell you to eat something healthy before you stuffed yourself with junk food. Speaking of which, here."

Steve had somehow procured a plate with steamed vegetables and some rice out of nowhere, and was shoving it into Peter's hands.

The younger looked at the food suspiciously.

"Did Aunt May make this before she left?"

Steve smirked.

"No. She tried her hand on a casserole... the smell was a little... pungent, to put it mildly. And Colonel kinda buried it in the flower field on the terrace. So I whipped this up for you."

Then he held out a fork for Peter to take, while the teen smiled in relief.

"Thanks Cap!"

He quickly sat down next to MJ and Natasha and began to eat.

"Where's dad?"

Pepper laughed lightly.

"He is busy disassembling the dryer. Said the machine keeps eating his left socks. How he figures they are his left ones is beyond me, though."

Natasha helpfully slapped Peter on his back, as he valiantly tried to not choke on his food.

Sam and Bucky meanwhile, had kind of squared up against each other, both standing opposite the other, with about three feet between them, and fixing the other with a snarky, triumphant kind of expression.

Sam broke the silence first.

"So, finally made it back, did you? Did the kid and the dog have to slow down for old man Barnes?"

"We took the scenic route, something you wouldn't know about, having so little stamina."

Then, as if they had planned it, Sam whistled sharply at the same time that Bucky stuck his hand in his hoodie pocket.

The human hand came out holding a little raccoon securely in its grasp.

"This is Arthur. He can't be returned to the wild, because one of his hind legs got stuck in a trap and they had to amputate it. And just so you know, I had no problems at all filling out his adoption forms."

At the same time a white cockatoo came flying into the room and landed on Sam's shoulder.

"This is Eames. He used to belong to a very ill mannered Londoner, and randomly spouts British swearwords, which is why no one wanted to adopt him. We bonded over calling you a bloody bastard." The "Bloody Bastard" was directly repeated by Eames. Sam smiled at his bird. "See? And for your information, I have no trouble at all with showing my emotional side."

The two stared at each other for a moment, processing what had been said.

"Why would I want to know that you filled out his papers by yourself?"

"Why would I care that you are not afraid to show your feelings?"

A stretch of silence followed, as everyone in the room was now staring at the two men and their new pets. Then, again creepily in sync, both men turned their gazes to the couch where two teenagers and one redheaded super spy were sitting.

"Pete..."

"Michelle..."

Natasha helpfully took hold of Peter's plate as the two teens stood up from the couch, quickly bowed to her, "Thank you, Sensei.", and then ran out of the room like the hounds of hell were behind them.

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roxaeri · 5 years

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please tell me about your trash vamp tristan -candy pop anon

Alright buckle in coz I'mma tell y'all about my shitty vampire pretending to be a human pretending to be a shitty vamp. Tristan is the manifestation of a dumpster fire—and if there is a dumpster on fire it was most likely his doing.

((LONG POST IS LONG. I’MMA INFODUMP ABOUT MY SON.))

I believe I have a post or two that has dialogue from him, in which he’s not his usual self. He’s got some profound wisdom hidden in him somewhere, and some repressed sad from his life, usually buried down until he connects with literally anyone on a deeper level than: “Tris, why the fuck is there a skeleton in your cupboard?”

I'mma come back to Profound Wisdom and Repressed Sad later because let me first get y'all to the subject of Tristan’s cupboard skeleton.

Now, when I say trash vamp I mean that he’s not really a good guy. Like, he’s not evil, but he’s not good either. He’s a mess whose day job ((night job, considering he’s a nocturnal vamp)) is being a Certified Spook. It’s in his job description to cause just enough chaos that the supernatural is plausible in case anyone fucks up their cover, but still make it easy for the supernatural to be denied or debunked by humans. He maintains that stupidly specific balance.

Shitty Vamp = he’s got a lot of debilitating, stereotypical vampire traits that makes it super hard for him to do his job when the sun’s out

His cover is he’s a human from Ireland ((which is true, he was born in Ireland who knows how long ago)) but he’s pretending to be a stereotypical vampire from Romania ((half true due to him first being stationed in Romania due to his eldest adopted brother)).

So, technically he’s a supernatural government worker. But, again, he’s a fucking mess. There’s shit he’s repressed, or has been helped in repressing. There’s a lot of advantages to being adopted into a magic family. But there’s also a lot of disadvantages to being adopted into a magic family that descends from a hell realm.

So’s, he wasn’t raised with the best morals, and with some abstract-ish laws from a realm that birthed The Boogeyman and The Big Bad Wolf and Death’s Daughter and the Mother of Shadows. But he was also able to complete all requirements from two foreign governments and their realms to be able to have the job he does. So even if he doesn’t have the best morals—depending on your own standards, honestly—Tristan does adhere to local laws. Mostly.

Which brings us to Cupboard Skeleton aka F??? aka Frederick aka Tristan-doesn’t-remember-the-guys-name-other-than-it-starts-with-F-and-he-was-an-ass-in-life-so-Frederick-it-is

Frederick McCupboardSkeleton is the skeleton that someone—Tristan doesn’t remember if it was him or not—shoved into his cupboard in between all the cereal boxes and liquor bottles. He has slowly become a cursed skeleton since his death. Tristan’s a vampire, he doesn’t have the power or magic to banish an angry spirit or seal non-human bones to trap him. But he can contain him and keep an eye on him until he figures out who this guy was and why he (Tristan) was involved with his death (Tristan assumes). Thus he’s cursed and Tristan doesn’t keep him all in one piece.

So if ya spot Tristan anywhere outside his apartment or his eldest brother’s house, you can assume that there’s a skull in his bag and that it’s Frederick and you’d be goddamn right. They’re a pair until Tristan figures shit out OR Frederick enacts whatever revenge plot(s) he’s got stewing in his skull.

Tristan’s the one that’s usually shit on publicly and openly out of his brothers.

Ji’s the eldest and raised them all. He the one you truly have to look out for but no one’s gonna say shit to his face or even in his general direction. He’s That Guy. He’s old magic and hellfire. He’s got a reputation older than human civilization.

Isidore is biologically Ji’s little brother. Just basically runs Ji’s Estate, acts like an assistant, keeps tabs on Tristan whenever he’s home and will watch Frederick’s skull. Because he’s actually a witch that can deal with restless spirits. Not as intense as any of his brothers or his mother. The Calm One.

And the youngest is Luca. He’s a werewolf. No one truly knows if he was born that way or infected or born from infected parents. His origins are as unknown as Tristan’s. Luca was practically a baby when their mother brought him home. Just as traumatized and repressing just as much as his vamp brother. But Luca is Dealing with it, because he’s the Most Responsible of the four. Some-fuckin-how. (Izzy’s The Calm One, but don’t think he won’t go off the rails. You just won’t know until it’s too late.)

Luca works as head of personal security for the Song Siblings—who go between all the realms really. But they’re usually on Earth working with humans so he’s the closest to Tristan—also closest in age. Luca sees most of the shit Tristan ends up doing. He’s the first to point out Frederick’s bones to Tristan, actually.

But as much as he shit-talks Tristan’s bad habits—mainly mixing up the milk bottles and blood bottles and liquor bottles in his fridge when the vamp is having cereal in his presence because Luca can smell all the things—he does it out of concern. Tristan isn’t indestructible, and even as a vampire, the amount of alcohol and cigarettes he goes through a day has to be doing something to his body. Also the sugar in his favorite cereals can’t be mixing well with the blood Tristan actually has to consume to sustain himself. If sugar affects the being that blood came from, it’s probably doing even more shitty things to his brother. He’s the one that will fight you then and there if he catches you. (Ji causes paranoia because what the fuck is he up to and wHEN, and no one ever suspects Izzy until After the Fact.) ((You just can’t shit on Tristan just to shit on him.))

Tristan got fucked up by his birth family, and then by being raised in an environment where he only had one source of sustenance and it was heavily laced with things that are addictive to vampires. Addictive in ways it fucked him up even more. Namely magic, but There’s More. It’s a Big Concern for everyone who knows, because ya can’t exactly synthesize that shit. There’s More changes anyone who’s exposed to it long enough, and Tristan’s been eating it since he was a babby vamp. He doesn’t have much choice but to live off it and he absolutely hates it.

Tristan has that habit of trying to kill something inside him he can’t see or remember. He’s picked up the habit of eating junk food that’s almost pure sugar, smoking, drinking anything. He’s a fucking neon sign of reasons why preternatural mental health is A Thing they should be researching more. But also the poster boy of: We should be taking a vampire’s physical health more seriously than Just-Feed-Them-Blood.

But catch Tristan passing on some profound wisdom to school kids and anyone that reminds him of Luca. Partly because he feels like a shitty brother so here kid have some advice. Also because Ji won’t let Tristan suspend too much time with either of his kids, even with Ji’s son being 20-something now. Like, he gets it, and he’s not proud of it being that, but he’s not really changing because he has Luca and the Song Siblings. He has his friends in Louisiana. He’s buddies with Willy Shakes--

Now I’m spewing all this bullshit because a lot of it comes from a story I scrapped where Luca’s a teenager and Ji has the one kid and you meet the Song Siblings before they’re ever—Celebrities, I guess??

Because Tristan was worse. He was the brother you absolutely hated. There, you had the rest of the brothers who followed the law and then Tristan who was headed towards a Dead End. But when it came down to it, he was there for Luca. Because he was the only one there. Tristan risked himself for this baby werewolf and his friends.

And that’s where my tag in that one post comes in. Where it ties in with my dialogue posts.

It has to do with Tristan watching sad scared little witch Celia Song growing up confident-in-herself Song Seonmi.

Tristan has a habit of flirting with everything, mainly dating ghosts so far, so he has no fucking clue when she got under his skin. And as much as Luca tells him to back off his friend (and boss) he really can’t be mad that Tristan dropped The Worst of his habits to keep seeing her. Because the first time she walked out of his life completely was a disaster until Tristan figured out that she would keep disappearing before he ever reached her again so long as he was being a complete bastard. Because when she left she took her brother and his own with her. And he really didn’t want to go back to living on lockdown with Ji—or worse, with his mother in the hell-realm. Isolation does shit to you.

So the Tristan you see in the story is a better off vamp than the one from Alex and Celia’s story. That was. . . Bad. As in that story probably won’t ever see the light of day because I cried every time I sat down to write that Tristan. Like, maybe I’ll incorporate bits and pieces into other stories, and most of the TrisMi growth is written in their interactions. But I just can’t do it, yo. I love my trash vamp because there’s hope to him and just watching the change in him as he grows in the background of everyone else’s stories. I can’t write him being an Absolute Asshole.

What sealed the deal was when I wrote about Tristan losing control because of There’s More in his diet and Seonmi—still going by Celia at that point—does her damned best to try and snap him out of it. Like, my girl had hope in him and didn’t give up so I couldn’t either. Now here we are.

Tristan is as On Brand as I’ll ever be. Horrible Past, Trauma, Found Family, Walking Shitpost, Angst, and Hope. He don’t really know what he’s doing but he’s still going.

I mean yeah, I can get real deep about Tristan as a moment’s notice—i.e. this whole post because I’ve been in my feels tonight. Like, Tristan will do a bunch of shit to comfort himself. Dumpster fires. Speaking at preternatural schools (like cryptid academy I brainstormed with @ladymaliwan). Setting out food and drinks for Frederick’s skull because he feels awkward leaving none for the skull when he has his own.

Catch Tristan smokin cigs with the skull in a dumpster, both wearing sunglasses. Find trash vamp poppin out like Oscar the Grouch for advice. It’s not always good or profound, but he always got something. But also save him—because he’s sensitive to the sun as a ginger nocturnal vamp raised in a dark hell-realm, later an cold fog realm where a sun doesn’t really exist. Toss him in your trunk or a body bag to help him get home.

Dear lord, I can keep going and dump everything about him but this is long as it is. He’s one of my oldest characters. I created him before Isidore and Luca, but not too long after Ji and their mother—and Ji and their mom are fucking old. As in I’m finding scraps of paper where they’re mentioned. But it’s also telling that I’ve written Tristan on my blog more than any of my other OC’s for an original story.

#roxawrites #candy pop anon #tristan æfentid #song seonmi #luca æfentid #isidore æfentid #jianael æfentid #frederick mccupboardskeleton #listen I'll reblog this later at a more decent hour but currently the godless hours of 3am just feels right #also because i can't schedule an ask anymore??#but I can't write tags on asks on desktop anymore either???#i have such a large cast of characters that i gush about to friends #currently reworking some shit in worldbuilding but Tris won't change much I don't think #at least not as drastically that I'll scrap the story again and leave it at vague mentions #ladymaliwan #your tag since I mentioned cryptid pta story that I joked about tossing Tristan in once upon a time #also for adoring my trash vamp as much as i do #when the formatting gets fucked up after editing between devices because of the fuckin tags h el p

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