red goo

Uhhh I kinda got smacked around by some inspiration for a VLD fic, of all things?  


“I wanted to see how you two were doing,” Shiro said, collapsing against the counter beside her.  "But, it’s good to get a little quiet.“

Hunk frowned in sympathy.  "They still arguing?”

“Something like that.”  Shiro sighed, kneading his temples.  "I wish I could say it’s surprising, but.  Fire and water are opposites.“

"So are earth and air,” Pidge noted.  "Feel like sparring, Hunk?“

Hunk grinned over his mixing bowl.  "I’m good, but thanks.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you think black goo Waverly is going to be like Red K Kara? Like acting differently like Kara and taking Miss Grant's elevator and Waverly in the cheerleader outfit?

This is something I’ve really wondered about. I’ve especially wondered if the new season will be picking up where the first season left off, I thought that I’d read somewhere that it would be, but I read through Emily’s twitter and the interviews for the new season to see if I could find it, and I couldn’t. In all honesty that might have been something that I read about season 2 of Supergirl considering they did pick up right where it left off. 

With all that said, I would say, if the show picks up where it left off, then yes, we could see something in ‘Black Goo Waverly’ similar to ‘Red K Kara’. I would guess that to be the reason we left off with her pointing a gun at Wynonna, maybe it’s the, ‘I hate that you are the heir and I’m not, because I am more deserving of it, just look and see what you’ve done’ but I also think that there is a possibility of Waverly being possessed by something/one, I genuinely believe a case of this could be that she is possessed by Willa, I say this because we know that Willa was killed by peacemaker, outside of the triangle, but it glowed like it always does with a revenant, but it glowed blue instead of gold, so there had to be something otherworldly about her. We also never saw her body after that snake thingy disappeared. So I think either we’re going to have a possessed Waverly or Waverly that is similar to Red K Kara making her do and say all the bad things she’s thought.

Episode 1: The King’s Weakness

“Is that blood?”

“No?”

“That’s not a question you are supposed to answer with another question.”

“Then, what do you expect me to say? That there’s a red liquid coming out of your bloody head?” You replied sarcastically. 

But little did you know, Pan was genuinely asking.

Fear that what you said was true, he placed his hand on his head. As he pulled it back to the front of his face, his eyes widened at the sight of red goo that now covered his palm. 

Not long after, you saw Pan’s face turned white-wash and his lips turning blue. A sense of worry started to kick in. “Pan, are you alright?”

No reply.

Instinctively, you walked over to his side and tapped on his shoulder. “Pan, can you hear me? Are you alright?”

Pan started to sway for a moment. Knowing well what would happen next, you swiftly stood behind him and caught him just in time before his body could slam the ground. Unable to hold his weight, you slowly sat down and placed his head on your lap. You shook his body, trying to pull him out of his fainting spell.

“Pan! Pan! Wake up!” You heaved a sigh of relief as Pan gradually opened his eyes.

“Why the bloody hell did you push me out of the way?” From your tone of voice, Pan could not determine whether you were scolding him or just merely your way of showing concern.

“Seriously?” Pan spoke faintly. “You are… blaming me… after… I saved you…?”

Watching Pan in terrible pain, a sense of guilt seeped in your heart. If it were not for his actions, you would be the one lying on the ground with an arrow in your heart, literally. Who fire that arrow anyway? You pushed away that thought for a moment as you turned your attention back to the major problem in your hand, literally.

“Can you use your magic to heal yourself?” You suggested after recalling seeing him treating the boys’ injuries time and time again.

Pan tried to reach out for his head, trying to heal himself with his magic as you suggested. However, the pain was draining his energy away. Feeling obligated to help the guy who had saved you from a terrible fate, you quickly came up with an alternative plan to heal Pan.

You reached out for your walkie-talkie that was strapped to your belt and pressed a small button. After allowing the static sound to clear, you spoke into the black rectangular box which has an antenna protruding out of it. “Felix. Felix. Do you copy?”

Moments later, which felt like centuries in emergency like this, a roughed voice was heard from the other end. “Yes, y/n. What’s wrong?”

“There’s been an emergency. Pan is…” Before you could continue, Pan shook his head and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Understood his facial expression, you nodded.

“Y/n. Y/n. What happened to Pan?”

“Err… Pan and I are backing out from the game.”

“Why? What’s wrong? Where’s Pan? Should I call the boys in?”

“No!” You blurted out. “Don’t. Just continue with the game and act as per normal.”

You looked into Pan’s eyes, telepathically asking him if Felix should be told. Despite no words being exchanged, it was as if you knew what you were going to say to one another. Knowing that Pan has given his consent, you continued. “Once you are done, come to Pan’s treehouse. I’ll tell you more then. Just don’t say anything to boys, aites?”

Felix took a moment to think. “Alright, I trust you. If you need me, please call me out immediately and I’ll come right over. Got it?”

“Yes, Felix.”

With that, you switched off the device and turned your attention back to Pan who was starting to drift away. “Pan.” You gently shook his body. “I need you to stay with me, alright? I’ll fly us back to your treehouse. I think I know how fix that head of yours.” Pan slowly nodded, agreeing with your plan.

“Great. Now, I need you to stand up. Can you do that?”

He nodded again. You placed your hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.

“Good. On the count of three. 1… 2… 3.” On three, you pulled him up, helping him back on his feet.

Pan leaned on you for support, placing almost all his weight on you. You struggled to get a stable position to hold up his weight. In these moments, you could only be grateful for the creation of pixie dust. If there is no way for you to fly, it would be almost impossible for you to bring Pan back to camp alone.

You grabbed a handful of green, sparkling dust from the bottom pocket of your shirt. I believe, you closed your eyes as you affirmed that believe in your heart. With that, you threw the dust over yourself and Pan. The next moment, you found yourself flying towards Pan’s treehouse.

Throughout the journey, there were not much exchange of words between yourself and Pan; just once in a while to make sure that he stays awake; perhaps mostly because of the anxiety that was consuming you by the minute. What’s worse, you were not certain whether your plan is going to succeed. All these while, it was Pan who healed the injured using his magic. Now, it was him who were badly wounded and none of us have the powers to heal him. You could only pray hard that you will succeed.

Halfway through the fly, a sudden realization hits you. 

No… It can’t be… 

But how’s that possible…?

Urgh! Why so many questions today? Oh… I’m so going to kill the person who fired that arrow?

With Pan’s treehouse coming to view, you ignored your worry for a moment and checked on Pan once again who seemed to be awake, but only just. You landed in his balcony and walked Pan over to his bed. Carefully, you laid him down on his bed. You hurriedly walked over to a shelf that stood by the wall across his bed.

“Now… where did you put it?” You rummaged through his stuffs in the shelf, looking for a small glass bottle. You could have sworn you saw it somewhere on the shelf the last time you were there.

“What are you looking for, honey?” He spoke with his little energy left.

“The water from Neverland’s spring. Where did you put it?”

“Wait… How did you kn-?”

“Never mind that. I’ll explain it to you once you are well. Quick. Tell me.”

“It’s in the white box, top row.” He said as he pointed at the top shelf.

Instantaneously, you reached out for a white box with a red cross on it right at the place where Pan mentioned. “Why would you even keep it in a first-aid box? Ah nevermind that.”

You opened the lid and found the glass bottle that you were looking for. Yes! The waters from Neverland’s spring! This should help him. With no time to lose, you placed the box back on the shelf and ran back to Pan.

You lifted Pan’s head anxiously and placed it over your lap, raising his head a tad higher. “Drink up.” You whispered while unscrewing the lid with one hand. You poured the glistening clear liquid into Pan’s mouth. Drinking it all in one gulp, you placed his head back down on the fluffy pillow.

Soon after, you could see Pan’s lips lifted upwards and his dimples faintly showing through his cheek, telling you that the waters did its magic. For the first time in years, never had you felt contented to see the sweet, charming smile on his face. Without realising it, he infected you with his smile as you grinned.

“I never knew you cared so much about me.”

“Huh?” You stared down at Pan, who was looking at you with a gaze you could not quite comprehend. But yet, this look invited a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

“I thought you hate me.” Pan repeated.

“Who said I hate you?”

“Well, let’s see. First, you don’t like to follow whatever I’ve instructed you to do. Always love to do the opposite of everything that I said. Second, you could tell all the grandmother stories to the boys that they had to stop you from talking more. But when it comes to me, you only gave me a one-word answer. Also, you were so kind to the boys. But when I asked for your help, you treated me like I’m a tosser.”

“You are actually.”

Pan stared at you with widened eyes, surprised by your bluntness. Throughout the hundreds of years that he became the king of Neverland, never had any of his lost boys talked back at him. But instead of anger, he was intrigued to know you even better.

“Alright, fine. I’m a tosser.”

“You are! Only a tosser like you save others instead of himself.” You paused. “Why did you even push me out of the way? If I was the one injured, you could have healed me with your magic. Instead, you got hurt and no one here have even the slightest power to heal you. Imagine if I hadn’t spot your stash of Neverland’s spring. How am I going to save you then?”

“Sorry, honey.” Yes, you felt outraged at him for caring about you more than himself. But his guilty eyes charmed you, making it hard for you to stay mad.

“It’s alright.” You responded while brushing through his hair, looking for any open wound. You let out a short breath, glad there wasn’t any. “Try and get some rest. We’ll talk more once you are well.”

“Can I put you and Felix in charge of the boys for now?”

“Don’t worry about them. They’ll be in good hands.” Assured by your words, he closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep slumber.

Watching Pan recovering fast, you heaved a sigh of relief, glad that the worst was over. Quietly, you walked away from Pan and head for the door, trying your best to avoid even the slightest creak of the wooden floor that you were standing on.

As you stepped outside, you could see Felix running towards you.

“What… was… the… emergency…? Are… you… guys… okay?” Felix queried, breathing heavily in between his words.

“Yeah. We’re both fine.” You replied briefly, still in deep thoughts. Despite the worst being over, there’s another worry that you can’t seem to stop thinking about. 

After mustering up enough courage, you finally spoke to Felix with regards to your concern. “Felix. I need to talk to you. It’s about Pan.”

After inhaling a final deep breath, his breathing finally stabilized. “Yeah? What about him?”

“Pan almost died today.”


Kitty

Originally posted by coporolight


Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 903

Warnings: Swearing, sexual comments, terrible flirting on my part. ;)

Notes: Eh.. Don’t love the ending but my thoughts ended. Lol.


Bull’s-eye. Another knife hit in the centre of the target, followed by another, and another blade after that. Rolling your shoulders, you sighed, your jaw clenched. You had woken up on the wrong side of the bed today without any particular reason and felt the need to get rid of your frustrations. The best way to relieve your tensions, any form of violence.  

You walked over to the target, pulling the knives from the thick material, checking to make sure they were still in pristine condition and making your way back over to the weapons table where you sat them down. Your eyes scanned over the table and landed on your brass knuckles that had blades sticking out from either side. Your eyes lit up, slipping them over your fingers and letting out of sigh of content. They weren’t your favourite for nothing.

You set up a few dummies, placing them at different parts around the training room. Then, you took your fighting position.

One…two…three.

You ran to the first dummy and jumped, wrapping your legs around its hips while your blades took no mercy on its throat. Red goo dripped from it, signalling you had succeeded in your aim and you jumped off, knocking it to the ground and stabbing it once more through where its supposed heart was. Then you moved onto the next dummy. You ran towards it, ducking at the last minute and sliding through its open legs, slitting the arteries on the back of its knees and then standing up, landing a huge gash to the main artery in the neck. More red goo was falling, and you turned your gaze to the last of your victims. Again, you took off at top speed and jumped to the side, towards the wall and pushed off, grabbing the dummies neck on the way down to the ground where you pushed your right blade into its forehead, instantly ‘killing’ it.

“You know, I’ve never been a cat person but that just sealed the deal,“ Bucky laughed, setting his gym bag down, surveying the damage you had done.

"What, feeling faint Barnes?” You rolled your eyes, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from your face. You took a glance at Bucky who was smugly smiling, and you could tell you were in for another one of his games.

“No, just impressed,” he replied and paused, and you raised an eyebrow. He never just flat out gave a compliment to you. Something was up. Just when you were about to reply thanks, he added, “You know, for a girl.”

Your jaw clenched at that, eyes narrowed, seething. Bucky knew how to get you rattled, and top that off with the mood you were already in, it wasn’t a good match.

“Barnes, how many fucking times have I told you this isn’t the 40s, and you can’t go around saying shit like that,” you paused, hands rubbing your temples, “especially because it’s not fucking right.”

“Oh cmon, you know that’s not right Kitty-”

“Don’t even start with me Barnes, I’m not in the mood today,” you sat your knuckles down on the table, wiping off some of the goo that had dripped on them from your target. Bucky made his way over to you, moving closer so that you couldn’t ignore him any longer. You turned your gaze to him, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Make me.”

“Fine.” You strode over to the sparring mat, motioning for him to join you. He sauntered over, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he did so and you groaned, “Really? That’s not even necessary, especially when I’m going to drop your ass so fast.”

“Wow. Me-ow huh? Am I distracting you already doll?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Now shut up.”

“Like I said before doll, make me.”

At that you sprinted towards him, and following there was an entanglement of bodies moving every which way, striking at any moment possible with no mercy. Bucky was robust and swift, but you were faster and agiler allowing for you to twist away from him whenever he thought he was getting the upper hand. Of course, the one plus he had was his metal arm, and to attack them when you were sparring didn’t do much good. More so you had to avoid it.

“Ready to give up yet doll?

“Are you?”

“I’m just getting started.”

Bucky’s metal arm wrapped around your waist as he flipped you over his shoulder. As he was off guard thinking about how he had the upper hand, you took a page out of Natasha’s book and flipped around so your legs were around his neck and you began to assault his head with jabs and punches. Finally, after one especially strong punch, you could feel Bucky losing his footing, and you further shifted your weight, bringing him down to the ground. Victory.

“I’m not going to lie doll, that’s not one of the most pleasurable times I’ve had between a women’s legs,” Bucky spoke, grinning up at you as you sat on his chest, “But we can work on that.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving him as you began to pull yourself off of the large body beneath you.

“You’re going to have to buy me dinner first, Barnes.”

The Call of the Wild Burrito

So I got a request from @sassyspn67 that says:

“Reader in spn gag reel pls!!!!!!! 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘 funny things”

Here’s my best attempt at this; I hope it’s funny enough, and thanks for the request!

Word count: 1329

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“God damn it, Jared! Get it together!” you crow, hitting his shoulder with the back of your hand. “We’ve done this like thirteen times!”

“You’re still new here, [Y/N], but Jared is always gassy,” Jensen tells you, grinning slightly. As if on cue, Jared releases another blood curdling fart that nearly makes you gag.

“All right, that’s a cut!” the director calls as Jared bursts into laughter. “Take five to settle and we’ll get back to this.”

“We’re so close to being done!” you groan, falling back into the chair you were supposed to have just been freed from.

You hear the snap just too late to get up, and you tumble backwards onto the set floor into the fake puddle of blood.

“God damn it!” you screech, lifting yourself from the red goo.

“What was that?” Jensen asks, holding his gun up and aiming down the hallway behind you.

“I thought we killed them all!” Jared says, his eyes widening as he looked over Jensen’s–sorry, Dean’s–shoulder.

They really chose right now of all times to get into character?

After the past ten minutes of trying to film this scene with zero successes because of Jared’s butt cheek screeching, now they decide to get into this?

Of fucking course they do, because they’re Jared and Jensen. Sam and Dean. Whoever the fuck they are right now.

“You okay?” Dean asks, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m fine, and you two are stupid,” you snap, wiping your hands off on your pants, since you’d have to get a wardrobe change anyways.

“One of them obviously broke the chair!” Sam says, sending you a subtle wink as his back turned to the camera. He mouths, “Go with it.”

“Did you hear that?” Dean asks, looking back at you. “Down the hall. Sounded like Sasquatch.”

“That was Sam’s ass,” you return, shooting him a look. Dean snickers but holds his composure for the most part.

Why couldn’t they do this while filming?

God, you hoped someone was getting this for the gag reel though. Their ideas were always wild, and who knew? This could be the next “Eye of the Tiger.”

“I had a burrito for lunch!” Sam cries as Dean starts down the prop hallway. You roll your eyes but go along with it, following the taller male as he followed his brother.

“Look!” Sam says, gesturing to the red paint on the wall that was supposed to look like blood later on in the scene.

You know, the part that you couldn’t film because Sam’s butt trumpet was acting up? Yeah, that one.

Dean presses his fingertips to the red liquid and then touches it to his tongue.

“Cherry pie filling,” he whispers, and Sam snorts. “Wait…”

He sniffs his fingertips twice, looking back to the two of you.

“Smells like sulfur to me,” he says with a wicked grin. “Looks like we got a demon on our hands!”

“Or it’s still Sam’s ass,” you state, wondering how long they were going to play this off.

It was kind of funny, to he honest, how witty they were. How they just seemed to know what train of thought each other were on, and how to improvise so well.

“Wait, so…” Sam swallows and looks around the set, pointedly avoiding the camera. “We have smell, taste, sound… It had to have touched the chair, so we have touch… We just need sight.”

“What if it’s invisible?” you ask, and they both look at you with wide eyes.

“Damn these demons are getting craftier and craftier,” Dean says, cocking his gun. “Come out, come out, you invisible son of a bitch.”

“Damn it, Dean! Don’t call it to us!” you cry, smacking his arm. Okay, this was a little bit of fun. “It might not even be a demon!”

“She’s right,” Sam says, and you struggle to keep a straight face as Sam’s stomach rumbles loudly. “What was that?”

He turns so quick you think he might get whiplash, and you rush into action since neither of them seem to know where to go with the improvised scene.

You pretend to aim a kick beside Sam, punching at nothing as though fighting an invisible foe.

Pressing your hands to your neck as though trying to pull off invisible hands, you drag yourself through the doorway and then scream.

“Where did she go?” Dean runs into the open doorway, but you don’t see the camera following him. He holds his finger up to his lips, signaling for you to remain quiet. “She’s gone, Sam! She disappeared!”

He rushes away, and you have to stifle your laughter as you hear them run down the hallway.

You bury your face into your hands and laugh quietly as your shoulders shake.

God, those two were a hoot.

“Sam, help me!” you cry through the doorway. “Dean!”

“She’s back there! Go, go, go!” Dean yells, and you hear the thundering footsteps coming toward you.

“Where is she? I don’t see her!” Sam yells as he leans through the doorway. He looks right at you, and you crack up slightly as Dean pokes his head in beside Sam.

“Maybe she’s invisible too!” Dean says, looking to Sam. “Check the room! Maybe you’ll bump into her!”

They both stumble in, hands outstretched while roaming around. You see the cameraman come in and focus on Dean, since filming Sam would put you in the shot, too.

Finally, Sam’s big hand lands on your arm, and he yells loudly. The camera switches over to you, and you make it look as if you were just turned visible once again.

With a loud scream.

Dean sees the two of you and starts to yell loudly, jumping up and down while waving his hands.

As though one being, you and Sam both start yelling and mimicking Dean until the crew filming the three of you are laughing loudly.

Finally, Jensen can’t hold it in any more and starts laughing his ass off, and Jared follows suit.

You even manage to crack a smile for a few moments before the Sam’s ass lets loose another yodel, and then you absolutely fucking lose it.

Sam shoots upright, trying to get into character while simultaneously stopping his laughter.

“Wait,” he laughs a few times and lets out a breath. “Wait, I think…” He laughs again, and by this point Jensen is nearly in tears. “I think I heard it again.”

“Sam, the only monster here is your ass trying to exhume the dinner corpse,” you say, and he doesn’t even try to hold character any longer.

“Shit, this is definitely going in the movie,” Jensen exhales after a few moments.

“You three done?” the director calls, and you stifle a giggle. “All right, let’s get [Y/N] a wardrobe change and start this over. Let’s run it from the top and get it done so we can go home.”

You sigh and make your way to get a change of jeans and a new jacket from wardrobe, and by the time you make it back to the set, Jensen and Jared are back in place where the scene had been before all of your shenanigans.

“We good?” Jared asks you as you take your place in the new chair they’ve placed, since you managed to break the other one.

“As long as your rectal turbulence is,” you return, and a fresh round of laughter erupts.

“Focus,” the director calls, and the three of you manage to get into place. “And…”

In the span of the two and a half seconds of silence before the director calls “Action,” Jared releases the loudest ass acoustics of the night.

You let out a weak whine as you try to keep a straight face.

“Did you hear that?” Jensen asks, his eyes wide. “I think it’s back.”

You burst into laughter and Jared does, too.

God, this was going to be a long scene to film if they kept this up.

anonymous asked:

"just stay with me" Fox!alya/nino

“Just stay with me,” Nino whispered, brushing Vixen’s bangs from her eyes. They were crouched in the alley Vixen had ran them to after saving him from becoming a big pile of Nino-like goo. She could hear the rest of the team still fighting the akuma the next block over.

BEEP.

“I can’t,” she sighed, one hand grasping at her necklace. “I’m going to turn back soon and the others need me.”

“Would that be the worst thing, me knowing who you really are?”

Vixen looked at the boy she had fallen in love with, the boy whose life she had just saved and would save over and over again if need be. She looked at the boy she wanted to share her secret with more than anybody else in the world and she lied, “Yes, it would be the worst thing.”

The fox superhero stood up and held out a hand to Nino but he didn’t take it. “You don’t trust me,” he said quietly.

“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. I want you to be safe.”

BEEP.

“Go. I’ll be fine. Save the world.”

Vixen spared one last glance at Nino and then ran out of the alley, flute raised high.

“Tough break, doll,” Dusuu sighed, floating out of Nino’s messenger bag.

“Yeah, what else is new,” he mumbled. “Dusuu, feathers out.”


“It’s about time, Paon. You’ve almost missed all the fun,” Vixen winked. 

“Yeah, Foxy’s already had to transform again since she saved her boyfriend,” Chat Noir laughed, dodging a glob of bright red goo.

“Watch it, Chat,” Ladybug warned. “I don’t have time to kiss any boo-boos tonight.”

“Ugh, get a room already,” Queen Bee complained.

Paon pulled out his steel fan. “Let’s go to work.”

Originally posted by miraculousladybuggifs

There you go, anon! Hope you enjoyed it. I usually like doing turtle!nino but lately peacock!nino has really been doing it for me so I thought it would be a fun twist for the story.

If you would like me to write a short ML drabble, send me a prompt from this list and a pairing and I will get to it when I can. :)